pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-09-03 17:37:00 |
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Current mood: | rushed |
Entry tags: | jazz, ota |
8th floor hallway/stairwell, Early Evening, Jazz and OTA
Someone was loitering in the eighth floor hallway, hanging supiciously around the door to 8150. In her hands was a thick envelope, and she tapped it restlessly against her palm as she paced back and forth in front of the door, obviously deep in thought.
Once, she turned, began to reach out to the door, then changed her mind and started to walk away, only to turn around after a few feet and return. She might have stayed there all night-pacing, tapping, thinking-if it hadn't been for the sudden soft rush of the elevator lifting into place and the cheery "ding!" of it's arrival.
Startled into action-she didn't want to be caught-she stuffed the envelope into the jam, between the knob and the frame, and took off, scampering into the stairwell without looking back.