<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24, 6:45<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abbey<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XOBvGf9_ZM</div></div><br/>The morning chill from Long Island sound was hardly felt. His sweat turned to vapor as his heated body tried to cool itself off by sweating. The music was louder then his constant strikes on the piece of metal he was shaping. Vincent was up far to early and most likely interrupting people in the cabins but he didn't care, he worked better with music. The occasional spark or blast of flame was ignored as he returned to the forge to reheat the blades. It was monotonous and boring work, but he loved it.<br/><br/>He always woke up at 5am, that morning he just felt like building something and he gave into those urges. Everyone back at the cabin was sound asleep till at least 6:30 which left him the forge all to himself. After breakfast he was scheduled to work on the minor cabins, the others would have to wait.<br/><br/>One particular song actually had him singing along as he hammered away.