Matt was left off of 'dishing duty', as the person that had relieved him had called it, only to be met with people bombarding him with questions. He blatantly ignored each one of them, finding it a waste of time to feign interest in their ignorant stupidity.
He plunged through the crowds in his suit, trying to get to his own dorm so that he could be alone.
He ended up shoving people at the tantalizing thought, trying his hardest at sprinting through the courtyard, then the building, then up the staies--he'd decided that the elevators would be too slow.
He went to his dorm, standing at the door for a moment with an expression of happiness so pure that Jesus would approve. He opened the door using his keys, locking it behind him and turning around.
He plunged through the crowds in his suit, trying to get to his own dorm so that he could be alone.
He ended up shoving people at the tantalizing thought, trying his hardest at sprinting through the courtyard, then the building, then up the staies--he'd decided that the elevators would be too slow.
He went to his dorm, standing at the door for a moment with an expression of happiness so pure that Jesus would approve. He opened the door using his keys, locking it behind him and turning around.
"Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought." John said to himself as he made his way out of the auditorium. Maybe he should've waited till it was earlier in the day? Bah who was he kidding. Better late then never. John loosened up his tie and swiped his hair behind his ear. Hard to believe its been this long since he actually made a decent speech.
Doe made his way to the lounge area where he found himself alone in. Nothing new of course, hell it gave John time to smoke when no one was around to bug him about how deadly smoking was. He lit his cigar until suddenly a quick object swooped in and stole the cigar. John was at first unphased since he didn't notice the cigar was gone, but after a second his senses kicked in and John sprung out of his chair, pulled out his pocket knife, and took a stance. Surprisingly it was someone he knew.
"Looks like those reflexes of yours are aging as well Boss!"
It took John a minute to recognize whom this stalker was.
"Kaz?"
Yup. Kazuhira Miller. One of John's oldest partners in every type of business they started. Apparently Kaz was out of work to so he decided to take the position as assistant here. The blonde hair man tossed the cigar back and took off his aviator sunglasses.
"Kept ya waiting huh boss?"
John shook his head and caught the cigar. He pat his friend's back and sat back down again to talk to his old friend. The story behind these two was that they both served in the same unit back in the old days. However, some events took place that caused John and Kaz's friendship to split slowly apart.
Doe made his way to the lounge area where he found himself alone in. Nothing new of course, hell it gave John time to smoke when no one was around to bug him about how deadly smoking was. He lit his cigar until suddenly a quick object swooped in and stole the cigar. John was at first unphased since he didn't notice the cigar was gone, but after a second his senses kicked in and John sprung out of his chair, pulled out his pocket knife, and took a stance. Surprisingly it was someone he knew.
"Looks like those reflexes of yours are aging as well Boss!"
It took John a minute to recognize whom this stalker was.
"Kaz?"
Yup. Kazuhira Miller. One of John's oldest partners in every type of business they started. Apparently Kaz was out of work to so he decided to take the position as assistant here. The blonde hair man tossed the cigar back and took off his aviator sunglasses.
"Kept ya waiting huh boss?"
John shook his head and caught the cigar. He pat his friend's back and sat back down again to talk to his old friend. The story behind these two was that they both served in the same unit back in the old days. However, some events took place that caused John and Kaz's friendship to split slowly apart.
...To find a boy on one of the beds in the dorm. He had thickly framed blasses, a tan long sleeved sweater, and a white collar sticking out from under it. He was wearing mustard colored skinny jeans and lime green vans, too. Matt had immediately labeled him as everything he was: hipster, comic book reader, perfect eyesight, some meeting tonight, and he was around 18 years old. They were both exchanging disgusted looks. It was a moment out of a comedy show, as the classy suited man met the laid back boy.
(Go ahead without me, this has gotten a little too crowded for my tastes.)
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