NOAH
The hunter moved along in his task, cleaning the windows. It was quite mundane and more than a little boring. It seemed as though the almost-always-too-careful man slipped into a cast as close to carelessness as his body knew, and beneath his heavy hand glass cracked. He paused instantly, feeling Aisha's eyes on him. "Shit." He breathed out. "Sorry." He breathed in. The hunter took a step back as the others finished up with their initial jobs and listened to Aisha's further instructions. The Olson sighed as he inspected the window. It was far too damaged to remain in the sill, cold and snow and ice would fight against the warmth of the hearth.
Setting aside his rag, Noah turned towards Aisha. "I'm going to board up this window space." He gave the woman fair warning for his plan, pausing with enough time for her to interject should she wish to save the window. With no dispute, Noah sifted through the pile of scrap wood near the stairs until he found something suitable for the space. He took it over, making sure his guestimation was correct, before gathering the appropriate hammer and amount of nails. Then, he intended to hand the board. Should he prove successful, he would move on to hang the curtains as he was originally instructed.
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Noah tries to hang a board over the broken window and the curtains on the rest of the windows.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
