Clean Up [Michael]

[Dimitri Apraxin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/xDkt7.jpg); padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 30 0 30 0; float: right; margin-top: -4px; width: 450px;][style=float: right; border: 2px solid #333333; background-color: #333333; width: 100px;][/style][style=float: right; border: 2px solid #333333; background-color: #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: 110px; margin-right: -103px;][/style][style=float: left; text-align: justify; color: #000000; overflow: auto; height: 310px; width: 330px; padding: 5px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 10px;] ”This is ridiculous,” Dimitri sighed as he ran a hand through his thick locks. A half-burned cigarette hung lazily from his lips as he surveyed the aftermath of the Valentine’s Day event. Cups were misplaced and strewn across the room, there were numerous spills of food and drink, and some young lady had lost a shoe in the rush of the evening. Dimitri leaned against his mop with a dejected groan, pulling his cigarette from his mouth for a moment to blow out a puff of smoke, then returning the cancer stick to between his lips. The area wasn’t too bad, the Russian knew that it could be a lot worse, but it still was a bit of an annoyance. It was particularly bothersome to know that he had to do all of the work all on his own. He really did need to reconsider the possibility of hiring on an assistant janitor, but the simple thought of the job title made a bark of laughter escape the twenty-something man. Cleaning up after kids was one thing, but not even being in charge of the process? Well, that had to be the lowest of the low. Dimitri rarely thought ill of his job, though, because it gave him numerous hours of down time to rest from nighttime excursions and some of his “after school activities.” Glancing around the empty space, Dimitri sighed again and poked his broom, tipping the thing over and making it crash to the floor. He stared at it a long moment, a blank, almost bored expression on his features, before turning and pouring himself a cup of punch. If Dimitri wasn’t the king of procrastination and laziness, he didn’t know whether such a title could exist. [/style]

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[Michael]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/182/182278.png?1218288449); width:398px; padding:20px; height:350px][STYLE=background-color:ffffff; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; color:bbbbbb]Michael sighed to himself and said farewell to the last student that exited the dance, then made sure that the lobby door closed behind her. It was freezing cold outside, and he didn't want to be uncomfortable while cleaning up. He had volunteered himself for the job simply because he had finished all of his homework before arriving and was sure that he would be bored once he went back to his dorm. He wasn't exactly thrilled that the demon Belphegor was his roommate, which was all the more reason to procrastinate going back with this as a valid excuse. He honestly couldn't care less what the other would say to him about it, but he hoped that the longer he put off going back, the more likely it was that the sloth archdemon would be sleeping. He went to the janitor's closet and was surprised to find it open. Chamuel had given him a spare key just in case he was in fact the only one because it was said that the school's janitor was a fairly lazy man. They weren't exactly sure what time he would be arriving. This put a smile on Michael's lips. Maybe he had gotten enough sleep and had taken it upon himself to start the cleanup alone? He would certainly be surprised to find that he was getting some unexpected help, then. All weariness faded from Michael's form, and he quickly grabbed a broom, dustpan, and extra trash bag. On his way out, he closed the door and was positively startled by a crash that came from the auditorium. The first thoughts were that perhaps the janitor was older and had fallen and needed some help or maybe a student had injured him- or herself and was in need of assistance. He rushed over, flung the door open, and was about to call out when he saw a man pouring punch into a spare cup. Michael was so taken aback that he forgot the doors closed by themselves and was pushed to the ground by the wooden monster when it hit his backside. He landed with a thud and watched helplessly as the equipment followed suit. He gave a nervous laugh as he stood and brushed himself off, then picked everything back up. Seeing the other's own broom laying down, he immediately assumed that he was the janitor. "H-hello! My name is Michael, and I'm a theatre student. I volunteered to help clean up, so I hope you won't mind."[/style]

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