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~ Dark Winds ~
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~Main ~Cast ~Me
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Part 12 -
Three bottles each should be enough to get fuzzy, no? Then perhaps that empty feeling in my stomach will go away. *Sigh* At least the elevator was working this time. I really didn’t feel like climbing seven stories. Hey, come to think of it, have you noticed how I always end up on the seventh floor? Apartment and work. Lucky number? I don’t know. I don’t feel very lucky at the moment. The fact that I was hearing voices coming from my place didn’t make me feel any better. What the heck? I could hear two muffled voices, one high pitched, probably Agnes’s, and another, deeper one. Eh? Who the hell was that? I didn’t know whether to be cautious and silent, or to simply storm in, demanding to know what the fuck was happening. I guess the silent plan wouldn’t do any good. The voices were loud enough to wake Mrs. Lena from the floor upstairs. And she is deaf. “…mean it!” Agnes yelled at… “Mike?” “Hey.” “What the hell are you doing here?” “I thought it was you so I opened the door.” Agnes interjected before he could open his mouth. “Where did you get my address from?” “I checked the directory at the university.” Duh. “So?” “So what?” “So what the fuck are you doing here!” “Ah. Err… I needed to talk to Agnes.” Can you hear the growl building up deep in the pit of my stomach? I glanced at Agnes, and saw her nod. Fine. I’ll let them talk. “Fine,” I bit out, then grabbed a sketchbook and the beer. Wasn’t about to leave it anywhere around them. It might get dangerous otherwise. And then I headed out the door, accompanied by a –thank you, I owe you big time- look by Agnes. Yes, you do. “Fifteen minutes. Then you’re out.” I didn’t stay long enough to hear the reply. Here goes my nicely planed, relaxing evening. Right into the dumpster. Blah. The lobby certainly was not as comfortable or as warm. At least I had beer and paper to vent out my frustration. Yep, I had all the beer. Making it a grand total of 6, all for myself. Better tuck in then.
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On my way out of the main offices on the first floor, I stepped into the bathroom … and stared. It wasn’t the bathroom itself that made me stare, no. Oh come on, I’ve been in enough bathrooms in my life. The ones with a few separate stalls, a sink or two and sometimes a mirror. What caught my eyes was the huge painting on the side of the first stall. It was circular, black on the light gray of the stall, it was in the style similar to that of ancient Greeks’ amphora, and represented a half naked Greek looking guy… …riding a larger than life sized…chicken. No, I’m not making this up. I swear. I stared at it for quite a while, wondering what the hell I was looking at, until I realized that I was wasting way too much time, and that my boss would have an earful for me if I didn’t make it back soon. I washed my hands, and ran out, drying them on my pants while I skidded to a halt in front of the elevator. Come on, come on, come on! Gahh…it was taking forever! I was half thinking about sprinting up the stairs. But gahhh… seven floors…I glared at the numbers that lit up above the elevators, showing the current position of the mechanical devices. The elevator farthest to the right was stuck on the twentieth floor, the middle one was coming down, and the one to the left was going up; both would arrive at about the same time I think. Nope, the middle one stopped a floor above me and I growled in my throat, stepping from foot to foot in impatience, until the third elevator opened with a soft ping. I ran in, whirling around to press the button to my floor, only to discover that someone else was doing the exact same thing, our fingers pressed together, side by side, on number seven. Huh? I finally realized that someone else was in the elevator with me and looked up, only to step back and stare in disbelief. He looked right back at me, his expression amused. As the elevator’s doors slid shut and I kept on blinking stupidly at him, he inclined his head slightly to the side and smiled. I don’t know whether I blanched or burst into flames. I couldn’t think of anything but those eyes on me. Stop it, stop it, stop it right now! What do you think you’re doing! Stop staring at him you freaking idiot! I wrenched my gaze away and instead glared at the door. I was mortified. Oh my god. What has I been thinking! And he knew I was stopping on his floor so I couldn’t just keep on going up. Not to say that my boss would simply eat me whole, then spit me out so gracefully on the carpet. Well, okay, she wouldn’t, but I didn’t want to be any more embarrassed today. Or ever! Oh my god. As the elevator came to a stop, I still haven’t really decided what to do, so I stayed back, waiting for him to leave. He took a step out, standing in the door and preventing it to close, while looking at me. And I, I looked at anything and everything but him. The corner of the floor was fascinating I tell you. Why wasn’t he leaving? Okay, I got it. You’re pissed. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare at you. Jeez. I’m embarrassed enough as it is. You don’t have to make me feel like a bug. I already want to crawl away anyway. I didn’t even have the courage to scowl at him or anything. I just saw him shrug in my peripheral vision, before he really stepped out, heading straight for the boss’s office. Oh great, I moaned. Just where I was going. Fucking great. Who the hell is playing with me here? I don’t believe in fate or destiny so if you are her, screw you. Leave me alone. I’m very cranky when I’m embarrassed. Only then did I realize that fate had a weird way of working out her plan. Hadn’t Agnes just told me to get my love life into gear? Yeah, but… it’s not as if something would happen. I mean, I thought the guy was incredibly cute, but… he hated my guts. End of discussion. *sigh*.
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