Bishop wasn't on scavenging duty that day, although it was his favorite thing to do. Even today on his day off he was digging through the junk pile near the bank. He wore a long red tunic and black pants, along with his hat that he always wore.
Bishop's hands were covered in small scrapes and cut from digging around in the sometimes sharp sharp metal. Any piece that looked vaguely useful was thrown into his sack and he kept looking. Every so often he would wave to his fellow colonists that passed by with a friendly smile, unfortunately not too many reciprocated it and most would just give him a solemn nod. He felt sad that so many people were miserable in their current life. He couldn't remember much of anything from the old world since he was only a young child, but he did not remember this. The bleak and dreary sky and all of the solemn looks on people's faces. Even though his life wasn't any better than others he didn't let it affect him too much and was determined to keep a smile on for everyone else. Bishop knew nearly everybody in the colony but wasn't too particularly close to anyone. The parents of the children liked him because he made gifts for the kids but that was the extent of anyone's true friendship with him. It didn't bother him though. He preferred to be liked by most people, though not necessarily friends with them, instead of hated by any amount. He was quickly satisfied with the pickings he had for that day and pulled the draw string on his sack.
He carefully descended the pile and went to his tent right across the way. He had a small tent with a work table in it, on which many projects sat, he emptied out his sack into a small pile next to the desk and began whistling as he started fiddling around with the pieces, seeing what he could do with them. Shortly after he began he heard the small sounds of feet coming closer to his tent and three children appeared in front I his table "Hi Mr. Staunton." Greeted the oldest among the group. He was blonde and had blue eyes, next to him was a slightly younger black boy and a little girl. "Hello Billy, Shane, Alice. You came just in time. I finished the things I had for you." His desk extended around to his right where he kept completed projects, among which include a Rook chess piece, a Knight piece, a Bishop piece, and a Queen piece. He carefully picked up three items and put them in front of him. He handed Billy, the oldest of all of them, a small metal top. "This is for you." He said and showed him how to spin it. The little boy was handed the top and Bishop was thanked. Next he produced a wooden yo-yo for Shane. "This took me quite a while to fix. Wood isn't easy to work with." He gave a small chuckle and handed Shane the toy and finally looked to Alice. "And for you I have this." Bishop handed her a small redheaded doll. It took him quite a while to get the stains out of the cloth and find something soft to fill it with. "Oh. And of course this." He handed the girl a small plastic brush he had found. "Now run along children and have fun." He gave them a delightful smile as they thanked him and ran-away with their new toys. Bishop worked for a bit longer before loading up his finished items into a shopping cart and began walking around the colony, delivering items he had for people and trading miscellaneous things to others.