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Offices
Sept 10, 2009 22:50:28 GMT -5
Post by The Storyteller on Sept 10, 2009 22:50:28 GMT -5
The strange red symbol is painted on each office door except for the Headmaster's. They seem to have shown up during the night.
The remains of Himmel's stolen art supplies have been tossed into Veronique's office willy-nilly and without regard for things like caps or cleaning.
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Offices
Sept 14, 2009 18:25:11 GMT -5
Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 14, 2009 18:25:11 GMT -5
Veronique passed the offices of the other administrators slowly, eyebrows traveling further up her forehead with each successive door. Mischievous students with too much time on their hands, no doubt, though the significance of the symbol was anyone's guess. Of course, the headmaster had more urgent matters to consider at the moment.
She continued briskly to her office door, slipping the key in the lock and giving the knob a slow turn. She stopped dead in her tracks.
The first thing Veronique noticed was the carpet: the pale cream was stained with globs of red and black. Unlike than the deliberate appearance of the outside markings, the coloring on the carpet was haphazard; the paint clung to the carpet in large clumps and in no particular pattern. Paintbrushes littered her desk, and spurts of color lined the walls and any documents that had not been properly put away the night before.
It seemed, she reasoned, that whomever had taken to painting the symbols on the other doors had casually dumped the leftovers. Into her office. Onto her things.
Veronique did the only logical thing. Veronique slammed down the button on the intercom. "Himmel! Get the hell into my office!" she shrieked.
There was going to be blood.
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Offices
Sept 20, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
Post by Himmel on Sept 20, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
Himmel walked grudgingly to Veronique's office, hands in his pocket, his i-pod earphones playing music at full volume. He stopped in front of her office and stared at the door for a moment before kicking the door open.
"What the fuck do you want now Vero? I didn't do it, I don't know what it is but stop blaming me for every damn mid-life crises you have. I'm sorry your a lonely, angry, bitter, unloved, old woman but it's just not my fault."
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