Post by Kyle Kancer on Jul 1, 2009 11:54:55 GMT -5
A cloudy day is the atmosphere in New York, New York. Amidst the crowd of tourists and vendors, a man in a dark coat, hair pushed back to the side with an inordinate amount of what must be gel in it pushes open a revolving door, walking through it as a man in a gray suit walks behind, his breifcase smacking against the wall as he walks through.
The dark-coated man nods to the receptionist, hands her a paper, mutters Hurry up, I'm going to be late under his breath, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk. The receptionist looks at the paper, before pointing throough a door on the left, writing Top Floor, Room 1, and handing it back. The dark-haired man stares at it, before looking up sharply and walking toward the door. As he walks away, he mutters, Shitty service... and walking through the door, and into the elevator directly in front of him, while the man in the briefcase follows closely behind.
He hands the paper to the grey-suited man, before bending down to tie his shoe. The man looks at the paper, and presses the button for the corresponding floor while still looking at the paper. The gel-haired man stands.
What are you doing? Wrong button, you idiot! Move out of my way.
They wait for the elevator to reach its destination, before pressing the top button to reach the top floor.
He looks forward, and sees a lavish-looking door directly in front of him. He walks forward and knocks, before sighing. Hurry up...I had to drive all the way here in that traffic...I left hours ago...come on...
The dark-coated man nods to the receptionist, hands her a paper, mutters Hurry up, I'm going to be late under his breath, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk. The receptionist looks at the paper, before pointing throough a door on the left, writing Top Floor, Room 1, and handing it back. The dark-haired man stares at it, before looking up sharply and walking toward the door. As he walks away, he mutters, Shitty service... and walking through the door, and into the elevator directly in front of him, while the man in the briefcase follows closely behind.
He hands the paper to the grey-suited man, before bending down to tie his shoe. The man looks at the paper, and presses the button for the corresponding floor while still looking at the paper. The gel-haired man stands.
What are you doing? Wrong button, you idiot! Move out of my way.
They wait for the elevator to reach its destination, before pressing the top button to reach the top floor.
He looks forward, and sees a lavish-looking door directly in front of him. He walks forward and knocks, before sighing. Hurry up...I had to drive all the way here in that traffic...I left hours ago...come on...