He stands at the threshold, looking in. Thinking. Wringing the gold-trimmed sleeves of a uniform indiscernible from his last.
If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can pretend nothing's changed. This door is like every other. He'll open it and usher a guest inside. He'll close it and leave them to die. And if there is no guest, he knows his job isn't quite finished. There are horrors to machinate.
He'll reach for the knob, the button, the handle, and four sallow walls will yawn in response.
Rooms never really welcome him. Just concede to him. Ignore him, to the best of its ability.
But if this door is like all the others, why is he so afraid?
Well, probably because he's never applied for a job before.
The Bizzyboys are different. He hadn't really applied, so much that Olivia heckled its leader to let him join.
The Lobby Boy gnaws on a dry lower lip, adjusts his collar and opens the door. He's ignored by the empty restaurant.
What's A Résumé...?
He stands at the threshold, looking in. Thinking. Wringing the gold-trimmed sleeves of a uniform indiscernible from his last.
If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can pretend nothing's changed. This door is like every other. He'll open it and usher a guest inside. He'll close it and leave them to die. And if there is no guest, he knows his job isn't quite finished. There are horrors to machinate.
He'll reach for the knob, the button, the handle, and four sallow walls will yawn in response.
Rooms never really welcome him. Just concede to him. Ignore him, to the best of its ability.
But if this door is like all the others, why is he so afraid?
Well, probably because he's never applied for a job before.
The Bizzyboys are different. He hadn't really applied, so much that Olivia heckled its leader to let him join.
The Lobby Boy gnaws on a dry lower lip, adjusts his collar and opens the door. He's ignored by the empty restaurant.
"Ah. H...Hello?" Then, louder. "Hello?"