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Sam stood quietly inside the bowling alley, glancing around in quiet assessment as he held a set of keys in his hand. When he had woken up that morning, he had found the keys waiting for him on his bedside stand. A quick glance at the key chain told him to check out the bowling alley and the note that had been with the keys confirmed that he was in charge of it now. That was an idea that confused him because why would he be put in charge of a bowling alley of all places?
Making his way behind the counter, he listened to the sounds that came with the bowling alley as he continued to explore. The smell of old shoes assaulted him as he looked at the bowling shoes that were awaiting him and he made a face as he decided that no one had sprayed them for awhile.
Tucking the keys into his pocket, he sighed as he made his way to start a pot of coffee. If he was going to be there for awhile, he might as well enjoy some while waiting to see who would come in.
[ooc: timed to earlier in the day]
Making his way behind the counter, he listened to the sounds that came with the bowling alley as he continued to explore. The smell of old shoes assaulted him as he looked at the bowling shoes that were awaiting him and he made a face as he decided that no one had sprayed them for awhile.
Tucking the keys into his pocket, he sighed as he made his way to start a pot of coffee. If he was going to be there for awhile, he might as well enjoy some while waiting to see who would come in.
[ooc: timed to earlier in the day]