Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

The day was looking good, all things considered. Lawrence had a good head on his shoulders and a strong arm for working. He hadn't had a decent job for awhile and had been living off of his savings and even that was starting to dwindle with all the living expenses. Lucky enough for him, an add he had put up had finally gotten answered. It was to do some sort of work at the aquarium, doing some renovations with some other hired hands. Lawrence had arrived at the aquarium with a rather sizeable group. He wore a white rag around the top of his head as a bandana in order to keep the sweat from dripping too much. The long brown hair came to just about the back of the neck, it was hot some days but it did keep him from getting too bad of a sun burn. The stubble from a few days of not shaving was starting to show on his chin and along the jawline. The black shirt had the sleeves ripped clean off, a blue jacket wrapped around his waist if it ever got too cold where ever he was going to be working. Blue jeans because they were the best and a pair of works boots. The only thing that didn't have a purpose for work was a single blue wrist band on his left side. It held no purpose aside from the one he had given it. While everyone was being assigned jobs to start pulling down walls or breaking tile, he was pulled to the side by the owner of the aquarium and the man that had gotten Lawrence the job in the first place. So, what can I do for you sir? He had to make a good enough impression, he needed the money. So, this is the guy? The boss would nod to the question. Are you sure? Another nod. Lawrence, am I right? I have a special job for you. It'll be well worth the money, I assure you but I need you to keep this...quiet. Lawrence wasn't too keen on how they spoke directly in front of him but he would nod. Sure, whatever you need. The three would begin to walk into the building, taking just a bit longer than he would have thought. The hallways seemed to get longer and the work that needed to be done to not only it, but the lighting seemed dire. The men would stop, the sight of a glass tank at the far end would catch Lawrence's eye. The owner would point down. At the end of the hall is a tank. We need you to put the contents of the bucket into it and get what you can off the surface. It's been awhile so there is much to be done. I've heard good things about you so this'll be your job while things are going on. Really? Just feed the fish and clean the tank? That's all? He would ask questioningly That's all. And remember, the contents of the tank is dangerous so don't get too close. The two would then leave with Lawrence standing there. ....wait, how am I supposed clean the tank and not get close? The men did not turn, they seemed to busy speaking with one another to answer him. He would take a breath, he would simply have to find a way. He would slap his hands against his cheeks to get himself pumped. Maybe if he got a good chunk done, he'd get paid a bit more. He made his way toward the tank, the smell was...awful. He had smelled worse but it didn't help the overall situation. He would stop just short of exiting the hall, taking a moment to try and get accustomed to the stench. He would look down to see a bucket with different types of fish, not entirely sure if they were something one fed to any sort of living creature. But, a job was a job and he would reach down, taking the bucket in hand, starting his way up the steps along the side of the tank. Wonder what kind of beastie we got here.