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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 3:35 pm
"Ah, g-good," He straightened his glasses again, "It was supposed to be."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 3:37 pm
"So about that kiss and s**t..." she was starting to think he was king of the decoys.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 3:39 pm
"I thought... we c-covered it pretty well," He shifted, limping to pick through some of the desks and supplies that had been stashed in the room. Ancient mops and buckets, other old cleaning supplies, this was a custodial lounge before, no doubt. Would come in handy. "It was.... we both weren't thinking clearly."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 3:48 pm
Rin looked annoyed.. /we/ covered it? But then she settled back down as he actually commented on it. Good, better than making her the rat turd in the metaphorical box of chocolates.
"Yeah, it's okay though, right?" she tried to lead him down a path...
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:02 pm
"I... I d-don't think it'll happen again, I'm sorry." He gave her a weak smile.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:06 pm
She looked baffled. He doesn't think it'll happen again? The hell?...
"Errr..." she decided to let it go, "... so, still friends?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:07 pm
"Of... of course," He straightened, offering her a broom.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:09 pm
She took the broom and looked baffled, "Literal cleaning this time then?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:11 pm
"Seems like a safe place to start, right? At least my allergies won't act up when we're doing the rest," He laughed quietly, although it seemed he was relaxing again now that they were edging away from worrisome topics.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:35 pm
Rin grumbled irritably before setting right to work sweeping, "Wont... uhh... it'd go faster if we invited more people?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:47 pm
"Probably," He shrugged, humming a bit as he crouched to inventory their supplies, "But we should at least get THIS room sorted out so we know what we have to work with, right?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:51 pm
"True." she offered while briskly clearing out the small room with the broom, "This'll be your office or?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:27 pm
"God, I hope not! Ahahaha," He glanced around, "I'm not exactly custodial staff, don't let the jumpsuit fool you. I'd electrocute myself changing a lightbulb." And he had. "I do want to... look around more, um." He glanced out into the still dark corridor, "See what we're left to work with and what's damaged?" And see what might still be lurking in the basement. Maybe not today. Definitely not today. "Yes. Definitely take stock. I've got a notebook, hold on-" He fumbled with his cot before unzipping his jumpsuit to pull out the suspiciously colorful and dolphin-ornamented notebook to flip to a fresh page, starting a rudimentary drawing of the layout. "We can number the rooms for now, and take inventory." It took a few minutes to complete the wobbly simple map before he marked the room they were in, then concentrated on a quick list. 6. Custodial Supply Room Circuit Breakers old cleaning supplies - Mops (rag-type) - 3 - bottles of cleaner - Sponges rotted Assorted Broken Desks and Chairs ...
He let the sponge crumple to the floor after testing it, making a thoughtful noise before returning to humming. This place wasn't so bad. "Then at least we'll know who we'll need to recruit."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 7:16 pm
Rin remembered this diary, she remembered it rather well in fact, "Ah... you.. you bring your diary everywhere with you?"
At least she wasn't trying to mock him, just smiled as she craned her head over his shoulder for a look, "Huh. You're good at maps." she mused thoughtfully.
"What room should we go in next?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:10 pm
"Sometimes it's useful to have something to write on," He mumbled, straightening up before nudging a few things with his foot backed away as a cluster of , "And it's not a diary." It was a journal. He poked along the bent and dilapidated lockers, thinking slowly, "We should probably come back with more people..."
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