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lunafreya
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This was not a job for everyone.
This wasn't a job you found scrolling through some job hunting website in the middle of the night praying one jumped out to you. It never did. There was nothing there to catch your attention like a really nice pay for all the days if not months you would spend on site. There was no allure of a day that never quite looked like the last, or at least one where everyday was interesting in some way. No. This was not a job that jumped out at you, but rather a job that you jumped for. It didn't fit your lifestyle, yours always fit it. No one wants to be a fire lookout.
You just want to run away.
From what? Anything. Everyone is running from something here. Whether it be a broken marriage, drugs, or a life left in shambles, there was always a reason why people jumped at the chance to be a fire outlook. To be completely cut off from all civilization for weeks if not months on end. To be pelted with the harsh summer rays and the high temperatures it brought with it. After all, no one simply volunteers to be alone in the middle of the woods simply to volunteer. Whatever it may be that drove you here is frankly irrelevant. So long as you do your job well, that's all that matters.
Your job is to look out for any signs of a wildfire in your zone. Not only that but monitor your zone regularly for any signs of illegal activity. If anything seems suspicious, radio it in and go investigate. If things seem dangerous, run. Never leave anywhere without your walkie, without it you are completely alone. Keep it on station 3. Anything besides that is static. You've been given basic tools to survive and climb in the mountains, use it wisely. There are biweekly cache drops in the designated zones.
Oh, and those voices you hear at night or on a hike? It's just the wind.
This wasn't a job you found scrolling through some job hunting website in the middle of the night praying one jumped out to you. It never did. There was nothing there to catch your attention like a really nice pay for all the days if not months you would spend on site. There was no allure of a day that never quite looked like the last, or at least one where everyday was interesting in some way. No. This was not a job that jumped out at you, but rather a job that you jumped for. It didn't fit your lifestyle, yours always fit it. No one wants to be a fire lookout.
You just want to run away.
From what? Anything. Everyone is running from something here. Whether it be a broken marriage, drugs, or a life left in shambles, there was always a reason why people jumped at the chance to be a fire outlook. To be completely cut off from all civilization for weeks if not months on end. To be pelted with the harsh summer rays and the high temperatures it brought with it. After all, no one simply volunteers to be alone in the middle of the woods simply to volunteer. Whatever it may be that drove you here is frankly irrelevant. So long as you do your job well, that's all that matters.
Your job is to look out for any signs of a wildfire in your zone. Not only that but monitor your zone regularly for any signs of illegal activity. If anything seems suspicious, radio it in and go investigate. If things seem dangerous, run. Never leave anywhere without your walkie, without it you are completely alone. Keep it on station 3. Anything besides that is static. You've been given basic tools to survive and climb in the mountains, use it wisely. There are biweekly cache drops in the designated zones.
Oh, and those voices you hear at night or on a hike? It's just the wind.
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