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timothy g. greengrass ([info]greengrasses) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-10-21 21:11:00


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Entry tags:estella flint, timothy greengrass

Who: Timothy Greengrass, Estella Derrick
What: Tim's giving another tour and whoops!
Where: Ireland...somewhere
When: RIGHT. NOW.



"I can't believe you've gotten so much done!"

Tim grinned broadly at the woman, who'd been making a frequent trips to the work site. He definitely knew how exciting it was, watching your new home grow straight from the ground. Well--sort of literally, not as if her house was made out of plants or anything, but. Ms. Derrick had been very hands on since the project had started, and had definitely taken a liking to him. And. Well. He was sort of the youngest on the crew, so Tim had a feeling that she found it easier to boss him around when she wanted answers.

"It's going really well," he said, starting up the stairs. It was still mostly a frame, with the cement of the floors having been put in yesterday, but the stairs were halfway done and she wanted to get a somewhat aerial view of the grounds. "By the end of October, I'm pretty sure there will be walls."

Ms. Derrick clapped happily and turned around to get a look, and Tim leaned on the railing of the half-staircase to try and think of something else to tell her. Oh, they were going to have to discuss the wards around the lake-front area, but that wouldn't be until later on---an owl?

Tim's brow furrowed and he watched the owl land on the railing and hold out its leg for him. He rarely got any mail during the day, and when he did, he was usually in trouble for misplacing tools. And usually that was just his boss not knowing where anything was supposed to be, but---

"The hospital!" he squeaked, pulling off his hard hat in surprise. Adamina was in the hospital! Early contractions?! Did that mean---the baby was coming! Isn't that what----contractions were? Tim wheeled around to head down the stairs, but felt his leg catch onto--something, a nail had caught his jeans and the momentum and--and whatever it was caused him to fall back, arms flailing madly as he dropped off the end of the half-staircase and into the rather hard cement ground.

Ow.



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