Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 23:31:14 GMT -8
Boxes filled with paper had finally been pulled from the wall across the ugly carpet and were surrounding the well past its prime desk - but it was American made, from real American tree’s so it wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was the beige tweed chair that had that awkward metal squeak no matter how much you lubricated it.
The document boxes on the top layer, three to four high were ripped open, all with musty dusty documents filling them. Some of the still closed boxes had piles of the paper on them already. The desk? It was a disaster, small piles that followed no rhyme or reason to anyone who put them there.
Behind him on the drink table was a half empty box of Greek takeout and one and half empty bottles of Smirnoff Ice - there wasn’t time for fancy drinks all the time. Sometimes the simple things were just fine…
Was there anything really out of place in this scene?
The time...It was 4am, a solid twelve hours since the Fairest had arrived, looking to sit around, bask in the glory of his office, and figure out where he was going to hang the new center piece of his collection, pending an successful audition. But something else had wormed its way into the Agent’s mind.
He didn’t often think about them. Everyone had been gullible hadn’t they, or they wouldn’t have all fallen for it. He just did what he did...It wasn’t his fault he was good at it. Everything seemed amazing on paper, and all Zorya needed was stars. Archie could find stars, that was his job. And that was going to be his break.
They had all been excited, rightfully too. This was the deal of the lifetime. Everyone signed on the dotted line without really questioning anything. When number seven signed, the compact was sealed.
That was so long ago, and there was nothing that could be done after the fact...Right? It was better to just let sleeping dogs lay...The other him had destroyed almost all the records he had kept. But there was still this place but...Was there anything that mentioned them? Were they real? So he rooted through the old paperwork, almost obsessively, looking for a clue.
What were their names?
The document boxes on the top layer, three to four high were ripped open, all with musty dusty documents filling them. Some of the still closed boxes had piles of the paper on them already. The desk? It was a disaster, small piles that followed no rhyme or reason to anyone who put them there.
Behind him on the drink table was a half empty box of Greek takeout and one and half empty bottles of Smirnoff Ice - there wasn’t time for fancy drinks all the time. Sometimes the simple things were just fine…
Was there anything really out of place in this scene?
The time...It was 4am, a solid twelve hours since the Fairest had arrived, looking to sit around, bask in the glory of his office, and figure out where he was going to hang the new center piece of his collection, pending an successful audition. But something else had wormed its way into the Agent’s mind.
He didn’t often think about them. Everyone had been gullible hadn’t they, or they wouldn’t have all fallen for it. He just did what he did...It wasn’t his fault he was good at it. Everything seemed amazing on paper, and all Zorya needed was stars. Archie could find stars, that was his job. And that was going to be his break.
They had all been excited, rightfully too. This was the deal of the lifetime. Everyone signed on the dotted line without really questioning anything. When number seven signed, the compact was sealed.
That was so long ago, and there was nothing that could be done after the fact...Right? It was better to just let sleeping dogs lay...The other him had destroyed almost all the records he had kept. But there was still this place but...Was there anything that mentioned them? Were they real? So he rooted through the old paperwork, almost obsessively, looking for a clue.
What were their names?