Janitor/Office log [action]

[whitedeviljack]

So Raiden's a pretty busy guy, eh. Does what a janitor does and doesn't afraid to has... many offices? You may find him often times poking in and out of the various storage rooms and supply closets on campus, in bathrooms, and empty classrooms cleaning, fixing light bulbs and doing minor repairs. Sometimes he likes simply walking around campus

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[whitedeviljack]

"No leads, huh?" Raiden echoed, stalling slightly. Either Falcon outright suspected him or he really was without any leads and turned to Raiden for help. Like a tidal wave starting in the middle of the ocean, the blonde felt a bellowing wave of guilt beginning to build up. Mentally, he argued that they were really damn nice magazines and POS is standard FOXHOUND procedure and it wasn't like Falcon was using them at the time. In fact, who the hell would even keep the magazines in his school desk of all places?! That was just irresponsible and surprisingly easy to wrap in celophane...

And Raiden wanted to make sure Lash did not damage her respectable young lady eyes on such filth.

Such... awesome and high quality filth that he TOOK RIGHT OUT FROM FALCON'S DESK AS HIS OWN PRIVATE PROPER--Nonono. Calm down.

BUT. Falcon deserved it for being a jerk during the war and not helping with... missing articles of clothes. Why should Raiden help with missing articles of... articles.

The wave of guilt ebbed and grew a little bigger, as was evident by his slowly paling face. Otherwise Raiden was unmoved. He was going to be in so much shit if he found out.

"You're wondering if I saw anything, since I have the keys to all the classrooms, right? Can't say I saw anything out of the ordinary in your room."

"...uh... if you don't mind me asking, what other things?... you know, so I can keep an eye out?"

[pedaltothemetal]

He shook his head. "None. But they broke into my office and busted the lock on my desk."

Now that Falcon thought about it, and Raiden had gone and said it, the janitor did have keys to all the classrooms. But he didn't want to point fingers just yet, not when there were possible leads hanging in the balance.

"Just some magazines." He said flatly. "I mean, I'm pissed they took those, but the disk is the important thing."

[whitedeviljack]

Yep. His magazines and... a disk? Wait, that must of been that thing Lash was looking at. Raiden wasn't even sure if he was paying attention but now that he thought about it, it sure as hell wasn't where he found it--in the magazines. Did Lash swipe it when he wasn't looking?

Knowing Lash, probably very yes and since Falcon was still looking for it well.. it must be really important.

Obviously a home-made porno. That sick freak.

.....Raiden was so going to be dead. "R-Really? I mean, what's on it?"

[pedaltothemetal]

He cocked an eyebrow. Although Falcon had come to Raiden for help or leads, what was actually on the disk was really none of the Janitor's business. And though it seemed okay to divulge the information to Lash, somehow he didn't want to share his humiliation with Raiden.

Falcon would keep it simple. "A computer program."

[whitedeviljack]

Well that was kind of... vague. Definitely a cover-up. "Hmm." Raiden stalled some more. The magazines were back in his dorm safe and sound under his sleeping bag. The disk was probably with Lash or lost somewhere on campus. Forever.

"...So what about the magazines?" Raiden was sure he wouldn't slip up and he could probably get away scott free as long as he kept calm and responded simply.

[pedaltothemetal]

"The magazine's aren't...important." Okay, they were really nice magazines but Falcon could live without his porn. He was just pissed that someone would take them.

"I'm just a little ticked that they got stolen."

[whitedeviljack]

"No, no, I mean what do they look like? If I come across them maybe the disk might be with them?"

Raiden felt like he was slowly being backed in a corner. Even a 'just a little ticked' Falcon was one he didn't want to see.

"Since you said both got taken at the same time unless they were in two separate spots in your desk or something..."

[pedaltothemetal]

He frowned and folded his arms, hoping he looked very intimidating. Falcon wasn't sure how he felt about disclosing exactly what kind of magazines they were, but if he wanted any leads at all, being vague wasn't going to cut it.

"They were skin mags." He grumbled. "But like I said, all I care about is the disk inside."

[whitedeviljack]

Yes. Yes Falcon was very intimidating but Raiden saw this as a good opportunity to dance around the subject because that was frankly much much easier to deal with and he really really did not want to be on the receiving end of Falcon rage.

"Soooooo. Skin mags."

...Ok either he was being stupid and did want to be on the receiving end of Falcon rage or Raiden was starting to get a little cocky. "What issue is it who's on the cover and how many more do you have?"

[pedaltothemetal]

That was about where Falcon drew the line. He folded his arms and brought himself from leaning against the doorway to his full height, clearly a little miffed. More than a little miffed. Eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses, he figured it was about time to put his foot down.

"Look. You might think this is fucking hilarious, but that disk is really important. So shut the fuck up about the magazines because that's not the important part, quit beating around the bush and tell me if you know what happened to the disk."

[whitedeviljack]

Oh shit. Raiden knew he probably shouldn't of went there but he went there anyway and now Falcon was consuming the entire doorway with his miffnitude. Shit.

The janitor raised his hands in defense, trying hard to not looked intimidated but not successfully so. "Woah, chill out! I'm sorry okay?" He swallowed, "I-I don't, okay? I really don't." He was being sincere; the disk? He had no idea. Well, a small idea. Lash might of had it, but that was no guarantee.

"...but I promise I'll let you know if I come across anything like it."

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon was silent for a few moments, glaring daggers at the janitor. "Fine." He conceded at last, making his way out the door. This had been such a colossal waste of time and Raiden was not going to hear the end of it.

He leveled a finger at the janitor before he stormed out. "I am watching you. Just so you know."

[whitedeviljack]

Raiden simply nodded obediently, sweat on his brow and a huge lump in his throat.

"...Right."

Somehow he just got away with that and he couldn't of possibly felt any worse about it. And then Raiden shat his pants. The end.