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Post by lumorai on Mar 23, 2013 13:35:10 GMT -8
Nantan really was not having a fantastic day. To start with, he had been late on his way to the bus, so he had to drive down to work. Surely, just an inconvenience that could be entirely blamed on him forgetting to iron his clothes the other night. Then, there was that moment when a bird so eloquently decided to use his car as a bathroom. Nature had right of way, Nantan supposed, trying to stay positive. These were all events that he really wasn't bothered by. Of course they stood in the way of pure professionalism, but life happens every once in a while. But this, this was bothersome. “Are you sure that there is no one else who can go to the courthouse?” Nantan pleaded yet again with his supervisor. “I know that Phil is out of office for the week on account of vacation, but what about the other assistants? Jonathan? Harriet?” Of course, he knew it was no use. From the moment Nantan has stepped in the door, his supervisor's patience had been slowly wearing thin. Really, Nantan was a good kid, and he took his work seriously.... but he really had too much energy at times. And who did he think he was, anyway? He was one of the younger members in the department who had been taken up off of one clear case. The least he could do in return was go and retrieve some papers for his own case. “Lantanya, I've had enough of this”, he drawled, finally putting down his foot. “If you're so keen on wheedling your way out of work, why don't you just go home and stay there until you can act your age?” Really, the things he had to deal with in this office sometimes. An early lunch was fine, but he would have to work for it next time. And so, grumbling like a child who had been sent to detention, Nantan went to his newly adorned car and headed to the court, grovelling the whole time. He knew it wasn't like him to complain, but he really just didn't want to work today. He didn't like to admit it, but he had forgotten how troublesome being an office assistant really was. As he pulled up to the government building, Nantan parked a little farther back from usual and made sure that there no birds around. Then, with a hefty sigh, Nantan made his way to the office to check in. The clerks at the receptionist area were kind and directed him towards the parole office. 3rd floor, take a left and then the 4th door you see, he muttered to himself in hopes of remembering his way to the room he was after. With a small polite nod, he turned his back towards them and hurried to the elevator. He really didn't want to be hear any longer than he had to, as it was clear he was already in trouble with his superordinate. Sooner than he expected, Nantan was on the elevator which was empty except for one man. Without meaning to, Nantan lifted his head up, craning his neck to she the man's head. Quickly, he turned his back towards the man in order to push the buttons. “Which floor are you heading to?” He asked, attempting to make small talk. He hoped that a conversation would lighten his bad mood and wipe away the scowl on his face. However, before he could just calm down and relax before reaching the third floor, something happened, effectively ruining his exercise. The elevator was no longer moving, and the two were stuck in between floors one and two. The elevator lights turned off, momentarily leaving them in pure darkness. Suddenly, a red light turned on, bathing the two of them in a scarlet-tinted glow. Really, this was no good at all. Sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, Nantan forced himself to calm down. He wasn't an angry person in the court room, and so a broken elevator really shouldn't be a problem. Nantan forced himself to turn around and face the man in front of him, who looked slightly more menacing in the red light than he had before. Taking a deep breath and dropping his hand to his side, Nantan politely asked, “Excuse me sir, are you alright? Do you happen to have a cell phone to call for help? I left mine at work, unfortunately." Really, Nantan might have been better off just going home instead of attempting to do his job. THIS TEMPLATE CREATED BY ELYSE |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Mar 23, 2013 14:35:30 GMT -8
tagged: nantan. date: april 24th, 10am.notes: rp swap. Most people, as a rule of thumb, didn't like paperwork. Paperwork was disliked more or less by definition. At best, it was considered pointless busywork, and at worst, it was more or less life or death. For Moose, it was absolutely the latter. Paperwork was stressful enough when you might get a fine, but if Moose didn't file his paperwork properly, it was a significant possibility he'd be hauled back into court to explain himself, and that put him at risk of heading right back to jail.
Most of his paperwork was done by his parole officer. Most of it he didn't have a single idea about, but his parole officer had repeatedly stressed the importance of the file he held in his hand. A job plan and a home plan. Basically, a really technical set of paperwork for him to say how he was trying to get a job, and how he was trying to get a place to live. Neither of which had made any progress, but his parole officer had stressed that the fact that he was trying was what really mattered.
He'd often heard (mostly from those who had just been out and gotten tossed back in) that being out was a vicious cycle, but he'd never really understood it. There had been a lot of things about being out he understood, but of all of them, the fact that it was vicious cycle was coming back to haunt him. To stay good with your parole officer, you needed to have a permanent residence and a long term job. To get a permanent residence, you either had to wait several years for the state housing list to get to you, or you had to have a job. To get a job, you had to have a permanent residence. Writing up a resume was, at best, a complete waste of time. What job experience did he have? A resume just made it more obvious how horribly under qualified he was. Instead, he had to check in with temp agencies, and just approaching people full out. He had a resume (neatly included in his paperwork), but he'd never given out even one.
The courthouse wasn't exactly his favorite place. It was far from his least favorite, but it still made him tense, convincing him that he'd slip up, step out of line for one second, and be tossed back in jail. Every step just made him nervous, and he'd have rather liked to have just gone about his business without people looking.
Only people were always going to look. He was too big for people not to look. His clothes were nothing special--badly fitting jeans and a blue t-shirt--but his size was enough to draw the focus of almost everyone in the room. Most just gave him a glance and looked away, but a few stared openly as he headed for the elevator, the location practically drilled into him by his parole officer. Third floor. Right. He could do it.
Only there was someone already in the elevator, and he shuffled in, the folder pressed tight to his side. He'd have preferred an empty one, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and the guy in the elevator didn't seem to give him more then a quick check over. No staring. That was good.
"Third floor." He responded noncommittally, having absolutely zero interest in small talk. If they were outside, away from the court house? Sure, he'd probably have made small-talk. In a courthouse? No, that was so far out of his comfort zone it wasn't even funny.
If the elevator hadn't stopped, he probably would never have seen the guy again. He hadn't paid him a bit of attention, but the sudden darkness was enough to snap him out of the funk, forcing his attention.
He turned as the red emergency light snapped on, glancing up at the ceiling before turning to the guy. He really wasn't bothered by the dark--not in the slightest, really--but the red light was a bit off-putting.
The guy was pretty small--but then everyone was small next to Moose--and was, of all things, wearing a suit. Moose didn't like suits, and he rarely had a good interaction with someone wearing them.
"Nope. No phone." Which meant they were stuck. The idea of an emergency call button was beyond his particularly limited knowledge of elevators. "Guess we get to wait until they get us out?" They'd almost certainly notice that an elevator wasn't in use. Probably there was an alarm. Maybe there was a camera. Something, anyway. |
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Post by lumorai on Mar 25, 2013 9:39:02 GMT -8
Really, Nantan thought, his luck was running out of this elevator along with his patience and self-control. Couldn’t they just take him with them? Nantan shook his head at his thoughts. Truly, he was being an idiot at this point. Asking metaphorical notions to free him of reality was about as sane as leaving your phone at home on a work day. Nantan brushed his hair out of his face and began searching the elevator walls, hoping to see if there was a way they’d be noticed. To his dismay, the elevator’s camera appeared to be off, as there was no light signaling a connection to power. As he looked around the tiny box, a dark and terrifying thought began to plague his mind. Stay calm, he told himself. Really, these things happen all the time. After all, you of all people should believe in coincidences. Yet, no matter how he tried to soothe his paranoia, his mind began to race, envisioning the demons his grandfather told him about as a child. The demons were shadows that lurked in the dark and thrived off of the fear of humans, hoping to wreak havoc on the world. The only way to fight back, Nantan concluded, was to either relax or laugh, and Nantan was in no laughing mood. He tried to keep his body steady as he looked around him, the walls seeming to close in on him with every beat of his heart. The man in the corner did not help the problem either. At over 6 and a half feet tall, the man took up what seemed to be about a third of the area and blocked Nantan’s access to the corners. However, Nantan was a man of opportunity. He managed to situate himself in the corner closest to the elevator door and took his tie off, taking in a gasp of air. He took off his suit jacket, finally back down to his business casual attire. At last, he was in a state of comfort. With a small mountain of discomfort off his shoulder, the lawyer closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of being with Junya, curling up into a fetal position as he did so. Slowly, as he began to immerse himself into the sensation of her calm gait, Nantan at last let go of his phobia and began to turn his attention towards ridding his personal demon. He looked at his watch and found to his dismay that they had already been in the elevator for 15 minutes with no help at all. Nantan turned towards the large man in the corner. At this point, Nantan didn’t even bother when others didn’t understand the dangers and the rituals of the shadow demon, nor did he particularly care about the other man’s perception of him. All he needed at this point was to get out of this elevator so that he could dispel the evil in an open place. Still, he felt he should apologize to the man for his interesting behavior. He silently prayed to Yusan as he spoke, hoping that the great spirit god would take pity on the two, and turned towards the man in the corner and confessed, “I’m sorry about earlier…. I don’t do well in enclosed spaces.” Or ties, he added mentally, cursing the formal attire for his job. “Anyways,” he added, hoping to dispel his bad mood, “Do you know if we could open the door to the elevator? Maybe they’d offer us help if they knew we were stuck.” Perhaps it was fortunate that this man was with him in the elevator, because there would be no way that Nantan could possibly open the door on his own. THIS TEMPLATE CREATED BY ELYSE |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Mar 25, 2013 15:32:07 GMT -8
tagged: nantan. date: april 24th, 10am.notes: rp swap. Moose was, to say the least, not concerned. He wasn't particularly claustrophobic. If he had been at any point, spending the last fifteen years locked in a little cell for most of the day would probably have cured him of it. He wasn't the sort of person who was going to panic over something like a broken elevator. If anything, he was frustrated--but not completely irrational. He had his papers. He was in the building. He even had someone in the elevator who was probably a lawyer or an assistant or something (why would he be wearing a suit otherwise?). Most importantly of all, however, he still had a good hour and a half before his papers were supposed to be there. Someone would have noticed by an hour and a half. Plus, he was fairly sure that they'd count 'I was in the building but got stuck in an elevator' as a valid reason to be late. Not that he wanted to be late--and if it started getting closer to that, he was only going to get more upset.
Realistically, Moose could easily have stood there for another hour without speaking or being bothered at all. Silence wasn't a major concern. After all, there were plenty of noises around them--the building had plenty of people in it, walking and talking. Those were the kinds of noises that he was used to. Pleasant background noises that weren't directed at him, but still filled the air just the same. He'd never thought about it directly, but if he ever had to sleep in real silence, he'd almost certainly struggle to do so. Noise had always been there, even if it wasn't directed at him.
Really, he wasn't even bothered by the fact that the other man was being silent. He could barely even guess what it was that he was doing. Praying? Thinking? Lots of options, all of which Moose pushed away at a second thought. It didn't really matter. Someone would be there to get them out soon enough.
So Moose was slightly taken aback when the man apologized. Apologies were rare in prison. They went against the sort of bravado you needed to maintain to get by, and were used only in dire situations. Moose couldn't begin to grasp why it was that the man had chosen to apologize, letting out a small, non-committal grunt in response. Not a yes, not a know. An acknowledgement and little more.
Moose knew very little about elevators. There were too many things that could go wrong in an elevator, so stairs were the main focus in the prison he'd been in. His experience with them was minimal at best, and what he knew was mostly through thinking about things, something he did very little. It was a big metal box. It went up and down. You pressed the buttons to make it go up or down. Weren't there other buttons?
He moved over, largely unconcerned with whatever personal bubble the other man might have been interested in, and bent over, squinting at the metal panel. Numbers. Open, close. A bell. Something that looked like it needed a key. The bell had to be the one, and after a moment he reached out, prodding it with one finger.
It rang, but nothing else seemed to happen. He wasn't sure if it was going to take time or not, but he supposed force would have to do.
"You sure? Couldn't we be..." He paused, clearly thinking it over. "Between floors or something?" He was almost entirely sure that he could pull open the doors if he really tried, however. The only question was what was on the other side. |
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Post by lumorai on Mar 28, 2013 10:26:18 GMT -8
Nantan attempted to merge into the wall as the large man leaned over him. The lawyer was not too big on being touched, to be honest. He rather liked having a personal circumference of space that his profession had gifted him with. He preferred to speak with others and inspect them through their attitudes, not their bodies. However, the other occupant had no interest in him. Rather, he was leaning over Nantan, looking at the control panel near him. The man looked like he was searching for something and pressed a red button, sending out a bell like sound. How stupid did Nantan have to be today? He hadn’t even thought of looking for an escape button in his hurried examination of the tiny elevator. Between his vexation over his bad luck and his anxiety about the tiny room, Nantan hadn’t really taken into consideration that there may be preventive measures for a case such as this one. Of course, had Nantan taken the stairs like a normal, active person, he would not have to deal with the bell-like sound or the disorienting red light. Still, the discovery of the button was an improvement in the situation, considering how long Nantan had sat in the corner in a ball. When the large man finally pulled back Nantan could think, trying to put together a set plan. Climbing onto the shaft wouldn’t work, as Nantan would have to clamber up the other passenger’s back. Even the idea of that made Nantan uneasy. He didn’t want to fall off of him, and he didn’t want to end up kicking him in the face or something. However, if the two opened the doors and shouted, maybe they could alert someone’s attention, anyone’s, so that the two could get out of this mess. Nantan was already in bad graces at work, and he was fairly certain that “The elevator broke down” would sound like an excuse. No, the two of them would have to get out this elevator on their own terms. The man in front of him looked slightly troubled, and Nantan didn’t blame him. He looked as though he had a purpose and a very important meeting later today. Surely, if they could just yell and grab someone’s attention then this entire ordeal would be over. However, the man seemed to oppose to the idea, and attempted to word his concerns. The man hadn’t said an entire word throughout this ordeal, and spoke with a deep, slow manner. The longer Nantan stared at the man, the more convinced he was that the man had been born as a slow and majestic animal in a past life. The man looked….He looked a moose, to be honest. He was strong and nonthreatening, but could definitely gore you if needed. The moose-like man finally finished his thoughts, airing on the side of reason. “Well, if we open it, we could get someone’s attention,” Nantan replied, hoping he could get help. “I’m not… Well, the strongest I suppose. I’d rather not wait around and hope that someone comes and gets us around closing time.” Nantan really didn’t want to imagine being trapped in this stuffy closet for any longer than necessary; he could tolerate the small walls, but only for so long before he’d lose his mind. “Besides,” he ventured, hoping to win the man’s trust, “You look like you’ve got a purpose to be here. I bet that the faster you finish whatever you need to, the better your reputation will look.” He didn’t necessarily want to suck up to the man, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either. The man didn’t look like an attorney or another office monkey. words 618| tagged Moose| timestamp April 24; 10ish. |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Mar 31, 2013 17:46:54 GMT -8
tagged: nantan. date: april 24th, 10am.notes: rp swap. Personal bubbles were not a thing in prison, any more then privacy was a thing. You might have wanted personal space, but you rarely got it. You didn't get it in the showers, you didn't get it before food. You were lucky if you managed to get it while sleeping. Privacy was much the same--you got next to none, and even that tiny amount was liable to be dragged away at the earliest opportunity. Everything was thrown out of the picture when safety was concerned, and safety was always the biggest concern. Spending so long without privacy or personal bubbles had essentially ruined any thoughts he had on them. He didn't consider them with regards to others, and didn't expect them in return either.
Moose was a man of few words at the best of times, and in a situation that could be described by many as a crisis, he had even fewer words to share. It wasn't that he was thinking a whole lot and then just not vocalizing it--no, he was just not much of a thinker either.
The man's logic was mostly valid, although Moose was a tad off put by the last bit. Of course he had a reason to be there--he stood out like a sore thumb. It just jabbed a hot poker in the mentality that no, he didn't belong. He didn't look like he belonged, and he didn't belong at all. No one would ever glance at him and think that he belonged. No one would ever, ever make that mistake--his size, his clothes, even the way he stood. Everything differentiated him from the sort of people who belonged in a courthouse.
He tried not to dwell on it, turning away as he faced the door. Elevators weren't so difficult to open. In general, they were held close by a motor. When it broke down, that motor wasn't working. The average person might not have been able to force it open, but Moose certainly could. He was large to begin with, bulky by default, but years in prison had given him plenty of time to work out, building up his muscles even more. Something like opening a door wasn't going to be a major struggle, and he sized up the door before going at it, shoving his fingers into the crack and starting to shove the doors open. The noise was particularly loud as he shoved it open, getting it about a foot before he abruptly stepped back.
"Wall. We're between floors." He stated simply.
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Post by lumorai on Apr 1, 2013 15:24:00 GMT -8
Nantan watched in disbelief as the man easily pushed the doors aside as if they were made of paper. He honestly couldn't believe his eyes. The lawyer had asked for help, not for the other man to do the job alone. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for the man. “Thank you.” The least he could do at this point was be courteous.
As expected, the two were in between the floors, facing only a brick wall. Still, Nantan wasn't discouraged. It was a start to their escape, at least. Nantan made his way towards the entrance of the elevator and raised his head, suddenly unsure of what to do. What would yelling do? Would anyone even come and help them? Was it even worth it? All the same, the elevator door was open now. With his mind made up, Nantan took a deep breath and shouted, “The elevator's jammed and two passengers are trapped. Help is requested.” His language may have been stiff and formal, but at least he was calm.
Nantan turned back around into the elevator and pressed the button again. The bell only rang, but at least this time the sound reverberated around the shaft, alerting people that they were stuck. Yet nothing had really changed for the two of them within this whole ordeal. They were stuck and, currently, had no way out. And there wasn't really much to do to pass the time, either. Between Nantan's fear of enclosed spaces and the moose-man's quietude, Nantan was at an impasse and was unable to completely relax.
However, a faint voice was heard yelling from below, “Help is on the way. Hang in there, sir!”, giving them a chipper update on the situation. With a sigh of relief, Nantan went back to his suitcase and sat down, forcing himself to just relax. They hadn't given a time frame, but they were still coming, right?words you don't wanna know. | tagged Moose| timestamp April 24; 10ish.|
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 2, 2013 9:26:09 GMT -8
tagged: nantan. date: april 24th, 10am.notes: rp swap. Apologies, thank yous, and other niceties were fairly rare in prison, so Moose wasn't quite sure what to make of the thank you. He supposed it was real--not mocking or spiteful. He'd been out long enough to have a vague idea that you were supposed to thank people if they did something to help you, but that something wasn't helpful enough to warrant payment or some other compensation. He supposed opening a door counted for that, especially considering it hadn't really helped them in any way in the long run.
The guy was really, really wordy. That was one of the bigger impressions that Moose was getting, considering if he'd thought to do it, he'd have just yelled out 'help'. Would that information really help them? He supposed it might, but he didn't have any experience with it. Did it matter how many people were in the car? Did the weight matter? Did opening the door hinder them or help them?
As it turned out, it helped them, a faint reply audible from above. Or maybe below? It was hard to tell where the voice was coming from in the cramped space, but Moose had decided to make use of his time. He had someone in there with him after all--and they were also going to the same floor. Maybe they worked at the parole office and he could save some time. Not that time was a big thing for him--he had more than enough and no real way to fill it, regardless of how much he tried.
Moose rounded on the man, standing at his full height and looking grumpy as hell. He wasn't actually grumpy or upset--a bit bothered, but not exactly a stranger to being stuck in a cramped space with not much to do. His face simply always looked grumpy, the perpetual scowl only leaving his face if he was really happy.
"You work on the third floor, right? In the parole office?" There were probably other things on the third floor, but Moose didn't particularly care about them, nor was he thinking about the odds that the man might not work in their at all. |
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Post by lumorai on Apr 7, 2013 11:11:27 GMT -8
Despite the irregularity of the situation, there was a calm atmosphere that had enveloped the elevator. With a deep breath, Nantan began to analyze the situation. There was no way out, and that was a definite. There were two people in the elevator, one lawyer and one man who needed access to the parole offices. There was still a bright red light shining over the area. Help was going to be on the way soon at an undetermined time. With the facts stated, Nantan felt calmer. No where in those facts was their any hint of a demon chasing him, nor was there a hint of foul play in this instance. No one could have known about his claustrophobia. It was merely a coincidence. There was a sense of satisfaction in being able to extricate the actualities from the assumed in a situation. After a few slow, deep breaths Nantan felt completely at ease, his fear pushed away for the time being. Now, about the man in the elevator? Why was he here, and why was he so calm? Nantan looked at the man's feet, losing himself in thought as he did so. It wasn't uncommon for prior convicts to visit the courthouse. That would explain why he was here in the first place. To be honest, the man didn't have the air of someone who works in an office. He seemed stagnant in a different way; rather than seeming worn down by the humdrum of corporal policy, the tall man seemed as though he was used to waiting. That would explain how unfazed he was by the entire situation. Yet somehow, this deduction didn't make him feel more safe around the large man. It ashamed him to admit so, but Nantan knew that most lawyers and business people treated others as if they were less important and they were in the right because they went to law school. A human was a human, Nantan deduced, and if the large man was here then it was clear that he deserved to be treated as such. The attorney's job may involve prosecuting the accused in court, but he valued his gut feeling and evidence. So far, neither had set him off yet. As if on cue, the large man turned towards him. Although he looked grouchy, there seemed to be no more menace in his figure than there was earlier. “Ah, no, I don't work here,” Nantan replied as he stood up. Even at his full height, Nantan stood at the other man's armpits. “I'm just here for a couple of papers for one of my cases. I'm looking for- He rustled in his pocket a bit before fishing out the paper- “Sutter Nguyen. Fourth door from the left.” The last part reminded him about his purpose here in the first place and put things in perspective. Nantan looked down for a moment, taking a mental gamble. Was it alright to ask why the other man was here? It wasn't vital to know, but it would certainly be nice to have his analysis either confirmed or denied. With his mind made up, Nantan looked up at the man. “You? If you need help finding anything, I can help you.” The last part was a fib as Nantan was terrible with directions. However, it was better than standing in silence. words 559! | tagged Moose| timestamp April 24; 10ish.|
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 12, 2013 17:25:03 GMT -8
tagged: nantan. date: april 24th, 10am.notes: rp swap. Moose didn't see any reason to be upset by the situation. Really, he didn't understand why anyone would be upset. It was just an elevator. Just a box. He didn't know about claustrophobia, didn't know that it was an irrational fear that couldn't just be pushed away by thinking hard. He might have been a bit unnerved when it first stopped, but he was entirely fine with it now.
He didn't work there? Then why the hell was he there? Moose couldn't begin to think up a reason for someone to be in the courthouse, in a suit, but not actually working there. He wasn't exactly creative with it, and he wasn't going to just sit around thinking of all the reasons--even if they were obvious to pretty much anyone but him.
Only then he mentioned his cases, which left Moose even more confused. Did he, or did he not work here? Why would he have a case if he didn't work there? Moose was far from privy to the intricacies of the united states justice system, and he let out a little 'hmph' in response, if only to acknowledge he'd heard it.
The offer of help left Moose making another little hmph noise, holding up the file in his hands briefly. "Have to turn this in. Not much to help with unless you work there." He explained with a shrug. Realistically, there was nothing to do. All his paperwork had been filled out, and double checked by his parole officer. All he had to do was hand it to the secretary. There was nothing else to it. If the man had worked there, he might have shoved it over, but it really wouldn't have saved much time at all.
He did know that he was taking the stairs on the way down though.
With a loud thunk, the lights flickered and the elevator started moving again. Moose reached up, bracing himself against the wall as the elevator finally reached the floor, doors still open. It was a bit alarming to see it moving with the doors open, and he was starting to get the impression that he shouldn't have opened it at all. Hindsight was pointless in his experience.
With the doors finally opened, Moose didn't even give the man a look back. He wasn't sociable at all, and he was desperate to turn in his papers. |
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