Hunter, Skylar

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Exhausted. That was the first and foremost thing that was rather clear about her. The number of times she closed her eyes in frustration, was rather on par with the verbal conflicts she got into, where she affirmed that her decisions would go through, no matter how lacking in confidence certain workers were, that they'd be able to do it on time. That she could very well cost them time they could have just spent elsewhere. In their eyes, she was very comparable to being the bane in their life, even if it was a fact she'd always been around to help.[break][break]

Bosses, if they had any semblance of a brain, wouldn't have had to work for more than a couple of hours. But instead of being grateful about it, they just seemed to like testing her patience, questioning what they shouldn't, instead of just going on with the work. As if there was really a silver lining in what was supposed to be done, and what wasn't. She didn't have many reasons not to tell someone off, and would if given the chance. Doing so wasn't about proving anything either, but to get the job done.

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Work was all that she knew. From a rather early on age, her father had always taken her along to work, where he would introduce her to the auto industry world, and just why Detroit was the center of it. There was a lot that she didn't understand, but it wasn't something that was rushed on her to learn, more than just having her watch what went on. Be exposed to the kind attitudes the workers around had with their projects and around each other as well.[break][break]

Have her understand just why one had given up, while others just continued to work. For someone as young as she had been back then, a lot of what she remembered started with the expressions of the people her father knew, and the diagrams detailing the parts of a car. Their faces were mostly displays of exhaustion, though much like her father, smiles were still able to shine through what they had their mind on. More so whenever they had actually been able to finish the work they were doing.[break][break]

The diagrams themselves, she hadn't really found too difficult to at least get a grasp on, when it came to knowing where something was, and what could be improved on. Using it as guidelines and applying it to the real thing, she was eventually able to form a routine of sorts as time had passed, involved with her coming back with bits and pieces of being able to understand more than she had before. The only thing consequential, at least in morals, was having her pick up some habits of cursing.[break][break]

Something which she had personally noticed, rolled off the tongue quite nicely. Did seem to have others taking a different tone from what she was so used to seeing them hold. Time went on to where she was competent enough to get through the basics, and be exposed to more troublesome, longer work. It was one thing to hear about frustrations, but another to actually go through them herself. Her arms were often tired, and although vehicles did have different focuses, she eventually saw it as one thing entirely, than something that was just different parts. Those who helped out, also seemed more incompetent.[break][break]

That they didn't know as much as she had, working on one thing, most likely only had some experience with. But she didn't care. Couldn't find herself caring. The biggest relief was finishing, and the biggest frustration, had been having to put it off for school, where she'd have to deal with matters she knew for certain she wouldn't see in this line of work. Lots of people would say she took after her father when it came to motivations, and it showed in the firm grip of her hand, or her conversations.[break][break]

He had always been a leader first, wishing to finish something, just as much as she did. There was a side of humor he had though, that only family really saw. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but she remembered he had once brought up that the work might have been exhausting, but it wasn't compared to the hours that those in Japan dealt with. How she should consider herself lucky that she was working alongside someone with his kind of reputation. Which did bring a particular thought in her mind.[break][break]

She wouldn't call it inspiration, but rather something to pursue. High school wasn't something she had graduated from, all that long. This line of work was something she didn't have trouble continuing further, but it wasn't going to be around those she knew, if she could really help it. She had already found it dulling, in a similar way to when she had first started, having to be exposed to habits she knew of. What else was there for her, that could have been not better, but just different?[break][break]

Moving to Japan hadn't been the difficult part. Her parents had no qualms with leaving her to be independent, which was something which was rather clear about her. The issues came with learning the language, and finding work. She started off surrounding herself with translators beyond what studying she did here, where she got even more frustrated. A lot of things were really half-assed, and she found herself often squinting at the kanji, repeating the words trying to make sense of things.[break][break]

They weren't particularly good habits, but she had built up enough knowledge to hold conversations. The ones that expressed how annoyed she was, were particular favorites. Didn't matter to her that it came off as rude. She wasn't afraid to take care of herself. Never really was. Another aspect of her life that she had likely been too drunk to remember, had been learning of the digital world. There were certain number of brats around, who rubbed her the wrong way, and got her curious.[break][break]

They were much too panicked about something, and she was absolutely positive she heard voices that were one too many, from what she was seeing. It had been a surprise, being exposed to the creatures, though really all she was able to see in her state, before they ran off. She didn't see them again. It would be stupid to even believe that, knowing how big Japan could really be. But there were others. One thing she came to know, was that there was a mix of children, and those younger than her some years, who had these creatures with them. Nothing she had ever remembered getting one herself. Her age came to mind.[break][break]

That what she saw and never had, was some generation thing. Naturally, it frustrated her, though nothing she could really do anything about, as she went back to work on things. Her father had been right when he had said the hours of work here were different. But compared to all of the other things that went on around this country, she hardly noticed it. She still felt as exhausted as she ever did, back in the states. People around with less experience, still came off as incompetent.[break][break]

Though even while things appeared the same, there was also a certain difference she couldn't really explain. All she knew, was that at the end of the day, she felt she had accomplished much more than she ever had, working with her father and those he knew. That the biggest relief she sought, was easier to obtain. With the things that went on in Japan, and her own bad habits, she wasn't sure just when she had found one of her own certain creatures. It sure wasn't the kind of light in her life she figured it would have been back then, and things had only winded up being more exhausting on her.[break][break]

Life getting on her nerves, just seemed to be routine.