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It's been another long day. Another script idea was agreed upon by the assembled scriptwriters and supervisors. Another day in the life of Evelyn Faith Kendall passed, surrounded by hidden cameras and products produced by companies who were paying for the right to make her life comfortable. She was asleep now, all the cameras quietly projecting her quiet, even breathing to the masses.
Adrian Doyle was thinking of stopping by Christof's office before he headed back to his apartment for the night. With a job like his, the apartment was little more than a place to sleep before returning to work.
He had put the script he was currently working on in his sleek, black briefcase, and had just opened his office door to step out into the hall, when he stopped, left foot still suspended above the divide between office-carpet and bar-flooring.
Made you look.
There wasn't supposed to be a bar just outside his office.
The foot is carefully retracted, and the door is closed.
Five minutes later, it opens again, and the tall man in his black suit once again closes the door without stepping through. A hallway is supposed to be on the other side of the door, not a bar. Why won't the doorway realize that?
Ten minutes later, it happens again.
Another ten minutes later, it seems he has given in.
Almost hesitantly, Adrian Doyle steps through the doorway and into the bar, looking around.
"...Hmmm."
Come welcome the newcomer?
Adrian Doyle was thinking of stopping by Christof's office before he headed back to his apartment for the night. With a job like his, the apartment was little more than a place to sleep before returning to work.
He had put the script he was currently working on in his sleek, black briefcase, and had just opened his office door to step out into the hall, when he stopped, left foot still suspended above the divide between office-carpet and bar-flooring.
Made you look.
There wasn't supposed to be a bar just outside his office.
The foot is carefully retracted, and the door is closed.
Five minutes later, it opens again, and the tall man in his black suit once again closes the door without stepping through. A hallway is supposed to be on the other side of the door, not a bar. Why won't the doorway realize that?
Ten minutes later, it happens again.
Another ten minutes later, it seems he has given in.
Almost hesitantly, Adrian Doyle steps through the doorway and into the bar, looking around.
"...Hmmm."
Come welcome the newcomer?