- JOB INFORMATION::
Job Title: Delivery Boy/Girl
Rank: D Rank
Player Requirements: Solo Only, Any Rank
Job Requirements: 500 Words Minimum
Job Location: Magnolia
Job Description: - Oh Dear! It seems the mailman's magic mail truck has lost all power, and he's only got another twenty or so houses to deliver mail to! He'll ask you to get the letters distributed, but he'll warn you he has very little money to give you for it.
Reward:
250 Jewel
Delivery Girl~ | Solo Job
Chaelin
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Lineage : Warrior's Heart
Position : None
Posts : 73
Guild : Black Sails
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 212.5
Character Sheet
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Chaelin- - - - -
Lineage : Warrior's Heart
Position : None
Posts : 73
Guild : Black Sails
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 212.5
Character Sheet
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Chaelin had been walking down the road, a bag of fresh pastries in her hands, minding her own business, when she heard a man shouting a whole alphabet of curses ahead of her. Picking up her pace, she inspected what all the noise was about. "This bloody truck! I'll never get my round finished in time for lunch with the missus," A tall, rounded, old man wearing dungarees kicked the wheel of his truck with no substantial force, an action to signal him giving up.
As the white haired girl neared the scene she noticed the trucks bonnet was wide open, letting out small spirals of grey smoke. "Oi! You there! Don't just stand around staring: Make yourself useful!" The voice she had heard moments earlier sounded once more, she glanced up to meet eyes with the man who was now thrusting an armful of letters and small packages into the petite girl’s arms. “Oh okay... No problem sir..." She looked up to have another item thrown at her; a small pouch, jingling with coins, now balanced on top of the letters in her arms.
"Sorry kiddo that's all I've got- lunch with a wife like mine costs a lot- thanks for the help!" The man waved at her and smiled. Only just having enough time to return the expression to the older man, she watched as he legged it down the street. What the hell just happened, Chaelin thought, staring longingly at her bag of pastries which she was only just managing to carry among the white paper.
She couldn’t help but feel a little strange as she walked into people’s gardens and up to their front doors, occasionally avoiding a pet cat, or even worse: a not so friendly pet dog. As the pile of letters whittled down over the space of the next few minutes, Chaelin found herself starting to enjoy her spontaneous task. She was a strong believer in random acts of kindness and tried to religiously complete at very least one a day. It felt good.
Her mind wandered to the postman and how at this current moment in time he would be sat at a dinner with his wife enjoying a hearty meal. A small smile tugged at the corners of Chaelins lips. Her mind often wandered like that. With a galaxy in her eyes and a universe in her mind who could blame her?
Before she even knew it she was pushing the last letter through a stranger’s letterbox, listening to the now familiar sound of the metal snapping closed the second she retrieved her hand. Her hands now felt empty after carrying her deliveries for the past half hour- speaking of which how had she managed to take so long carrying out such a simple task. Shaking her head sheepishly she closed the gate as she exited her final "customers" garden. Who would she run into next? But perhaps more importantly- at least to the hungry girl whose toned stomach was now rumbling - would her pastries still be warm?
WORD COUNT: 508/500
As the white haired girl neared the scene she noticed the trucks bonnet was wide open, letting out small spirals of grey smoke. "Oi! You there! Don't just stand around staring: Make yourself useful!" The voice she had heard moments earlier sounded once more, she glanced up to meet eyes with the man who was now thrusting an armful of letters and small packages into the petite girl’s arms. “Oh okay... No problem sir..." She looked up to have another item thrown at her; a small pouch, jingling with coins, now balanced on top of the letters in her arms.
"Sorry kiddo that's all I've got- lunch with a wife like mine costs a lot- thanks for the help!" The man waved at her and smiled. Only just having enough time to return the expression to the older man, she watched as he legged it down the street. What the hell just happened, Chaelin thought, staring longingly at her bag of pastries which she was only just managing to carry among the white paper.
She couldn’t help but feel a little strange as she walked into people’s gardens and up to their front doors, occasionally avoiding a pet cat, or even worse: a not so friendly pet dog. As the pile of letters whittled down over the space of the next few minutes, Chaelin found herself starting to enjoy her spontaneous task. She was a strong believer in random acts of kindness and tried to religiously complete at very least one a day. It felt good.
Her mind wandered to the postman and how at this current moment in time he would be sat at a dinner with his wife enjoying a hearty meal. A small smile tugged at the corners of Chaelins lips. Her mind often wandered like that. With a galaxy in her eyes and a universe in her mind who could blame her?
Before she even knew it she was pushing the last letter through a stranger’s letterbox, listening to the now familiar sound of the metal snapping closed the second she retrieved her hand. Her hands now felt empty after carrying her deliveries for the past half hour- speaking of which how had she managed to take so long carrying out such a simple task. Shaking her head sheepishly she closed the gate as she exited her final "customers" garden. Who would she run into next? But perhaps more importantly- at least to the hungry girl whose toned stomach was now rumbling - would her pastries still be warm?
WORD COUNT: 508/500
COMPLETED MISSIONS
D: 6 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0
