Divine Exploration; The Man in Purple [A Work in Progress]

Meet Sissel

        Sissel Carpenter was working late at his job. His back hurt, but he was determined to finish what he had started. He was working inside a two-story brick building located in a busy neighborhood in Hempstead, New York State. It was a computer repair shop named Techno Builders, family run by the owners. It had grown socially by a substantial amount for the year-and-a-half it's been open, opening job opportunities to workers outside the initial family.

        The job certainly paid well! It's not cheap to get a computer fixed, and the person who does the job needs to have a solid education. Not just anyone could get into it without quite some effort. And Sissel was definitely not just anyone. 

        Although he never needed it, he had proven himself by presenting his employer with a master's degree in "Technical Studies." Even to this day, he had never failed to complete a task.

        Sissel had been told the computer he was currently working on had been of great importance to the company, for the owners of it were very wealthy. Impressing them certainly could prove useful to the future of the business. Now the worker was putting the finishing touches on it.

        "And. It. Is. Finished!" He boomed successfully as he set down his screwdriver. He felt accomplished in that very moment, and wiped the sweat off with a sky-blue covered arm. It being winter, it was the appropriate time for him to be wearing his sweatshirt.  Custom made by one of his relatives and sent to him, it certainly made him stand out in a crowd full of people in simple dark colors. As for his pants, he normally wore a pair of simplistic blue jeans. And if the various shades of blue that adorned his clothes wasn't enough, his hair was dyed the darkest shade of indigo he could find. Really blue, that was Sissel Carpenter!

        Satisfied with his work, he walked down the stairs and towards the entrance of the building. It was already after hours, he had only stayed behind by voluntary choice to finish the computer. Before he stepped out, Sissel motioned to the only other person in the building; his boss, Delilah Mabry.

        "That 'special computer' is finished boss." He reported cheerfully. "I hope it's to your liking. Regardless, I gotta bounce! I promised my friend that I would meet them at the burger place across town. I'll be seeing ya!"

        He turned the corner of the door before his boss could respond. Delilah was normally a very laid back person, not the type to pay mind to personal appearance. She disapproved of stereotyping . Sissel liked that about her.

        Taking passage through the door and out into the snowy cold of winter Hempstead, the boisterous man in blue pressed forward with a hop in his legs. Passing the ice cream parlor that was on the right side of the computer repair shop, Sissel smelled the banana flavor they had on taste-test right now. Each side of the computer repair shop has a different and unique business. To the right, the parlor. To the left, a butcher's shop. It isn't often that the aroma of meat and ice cream mix in the air very well, but passing the shop and moving away from the butcher, the smell of ice cream invaded Sissel's senses and dominated the competition of smells.

        These businesses did not have their own parking lots, so Sissel's car was a little ways away, parked on the side of the road. It was a dark blue Nissan. He opened the door and sat inside, put the key in ignition, and got ready to drive himself to the burger restaurant. It was past the hour most people were out of work, so the streets weren't awfully crowded. Then again, Hempstead could be quite a busy city.

        Sissel took out a pack of gum from his pocket. He removed a single stick from the pack and unwrapped it. He threw the rest of the pack on the passenger seat, not bothering to pocket it again. After waiting for the vehicle to warm up and combat against the merciless low temperature, it was time to hit the gas and wheel out of parking.