["YOU'RE A GROUNDSKEEPER!"]
[Those were the worst three words Jaune could have hoped to hear from that stupid job fair. But, he became a groundskeeper for hire even so. It didn't take him long to be hired, funnily enough. There was this guy in a place called "Everglade" that he'd never been to before, but they had a manor that needed some topiary trimmed and a garden weeded pretty darn bad. So, there he was.]
[Jaune grumbles to himself as he works, a big pair of shears in hand, snipping away at some overgrowth along the edge of the property. This guy he's working for seems to have everything a creepy house ought to have - some old iron fense with a squeaky gate, hedges shaped like lions and stuff, and a house that looked like it could use a fresh coat of paint or two.]
Man, what a stupid job. When this eight hours is over? I'm getting a different one. Heck with this.
[The place is just so FOGGY too. What is WITH that? Makes it hard to see things, especially out over the water. You know, like the Zombies. Jaune doesn't even notice one skulking out of the water like some kind of lumbering automaton. He just goes about his work trimming bushes... at least until he hears the heavy compression of footsteps thudding onto the ground.]
Eh? [He listens. THUD. THUD. THUD.] ... The heck is that? [His trimming slows and eventually stops just as the thundering footsteps also cease. He slowly looks over his shoulder to see some kind of mossy green giant of a dead thing looming over him. Looking up slowly, he sees it looking down at him - then it lets out a fearsome roar.]
[So Jaune screams like a little girl, accidentally snipping the head of a swan-shaped shrub clear off.]
WHOA! [He drops the shears and scrambles to avoid the giant's grabby hands, and he steps away from it, before noticing others like it lurking along in the fog towards him.] No wonder no one else works here!
[LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GETTING OFF WORK EARLY TODAY JAUNE!]
[He knows better than to try and fight anything over one, maybe two monsters all on his own. He's alone, too, it didn't seem like anyone else is around. So he ran! If he learned anything from Mr. Port's class, it was that there was no shame in not dying.]
[Those were the worst three words Jaune could have hoped to hear from that stupid job fair. But, he became a groundskeeper for hire even so. It didn't take him long to be hired, funnily enough. There was this guy in a place called "Everglade" that he'd never been to before, but they had a manor that needed some topiary trimmed and a garden weeded pretty darn bad. So, there he was.]
[Jaune grumbles to himself as he works, a big pair of shears in hand, snipping away at some overgrowth along the edge of the property. This guy he's working for seems to have everything a creepy house ought to have - some old iron fense with a squeaky gate, hedges shaped like lions and stuff, and a house that looked like it could use a fresh coat of paint or two.]
Man, what a stupid job. When this eight hours is over? I'm getting a different one. Heck with this.
[The place is just so FOGGY too. What is WITH that? Makes it hard to see things, especially out over the water. You know, like the Zombies. Jaune doesn't even notice one skulking out of the water like some kind of lumbering automaton. He just goes about his work trimming bushes... at least until he hears the heavy compression of footsteps thudding onto the ground.]
Eh? [He listens. THUD. THUD. THUD.] ... The heck is that? [His trimming slows and eventually stops just as the thundering footsteps also cease. He slowly looks over his shoulder to see some kind of mossy green giant of a dead thing looming over him. Looking up slowly, he sees it looking down at him - then it lets out a fearsome roar.]
[So Jaune screams like a little girl, accidentally snipping the head of a swan-shaped shrub clear off.]
WHOA! [He drops the shears and scrambles to avoid the giant's grabby hands, and he steps away from it, before noticing others like it lurking along in the fog towards him.] No wonder no one else works here!
[LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GETTING OFF WORK EARLY TODAY JAUNE!]
[He knows better than to try and fight anything over one, maybe two monsters all on his own. He's alone, too, it didn't seem like anyone else is around. So he ran! If he learned anything from Mr. Port's class, it was that there was no shame in not dying.]
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