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 Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:01 pm
The later in the day it got, the fewer people Georgie noticed walking through the hall behind him. Every once in awhile, a couple would come along and he would tip his hat to the man, who then grew pale and walked all the more quickly to the exit. Heterosexuals were so cute when they got nervous.
With his good mood sufficiently brightened by his own antics, the karma chameleon watched the numbers on the elevator decrease patiently. Finally, the lobby floor dinged and opened. It was vacant when Georgie stepped in and no one came in behind him. The Hytech was forced to listen to terrible Muzak all by himself. He stared up at the speaker system as if his glare would do anything to quiet the pedestrian composition that raped his brain.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 1:23 pm
He's late - he's late he's late he's late! Maxwell was due to need him at the bar any second now, and he was still sprinting towards the elevator - if only that consultation hadn't spilled over so long! The machine to deliver him to salvation (or his job, at any rate) was finally in sight - but, oh no! The doors were closing inexorably, as if drawn together by some eldritch force (like electricity).
"Excuse me, hold the lift, please!" he yelped, frantically flailing out a paw to jab at the button - he couldn't afford to let this get away from him, he was already late! Oh, blessedness - the doors parted again for him to slip through, triumphantly slamming the rooftop floor number on the control panel. "Sorry about that," he turned to the sole other passenger - only to finally, chillingly, realise it was the one person he was sure he really shouldn't be in an elevator alone with: Georgie.
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