Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

Jonta heaved a slow sign of compliance, finally pushing the broom far enough across the floor that it was absolutely flawless. She could notice her reflection on the ripped, tattered tiles, the teeming glitter in her jewelery. It's unfortunate that we are subject to change when it's unwanted. Her expression remained constant though there seemed to be a philosophical glint in her chocolaty toned optic orbs. After the floor had been cleansed as best it could, Jonta insured that the broom and mop were safely secured back in the supply closet. She closed it with a resounded 'bang', noticing the hinges creak and cringe as they threatened to completely snap. The woman then approached the soda-dispensing machine, collecting an oversized extra large theater cup and filling it to the brim with ice which was partially melted from not being cared for and then loaded it with regular and lime soda, plucking a twisty straw into the lid that was left topless. She wedged the straw between her lips and took a good, long sip, exhaling with sheer satisfactory while she noticed a few seemingly unhappy patrons flee from the movie theater's screening to the restroom. Convenient how an emergency exit was directly by it. The woman, however, seemed oddly spooked. Her purse was quick to flutter behind her in a tight grasp. She thought it would be best if she had actually went to make sure the bathrooms were properly tidied why not see what was wrong with this woman in the process? It wasn't as if she was not authorized to be nosy. She did seem to be a little frustrated that their conversation had to end so abruptly, though. I'm going to go clean the girl's bathroom. She glanced back at the lanky man then began her trek down the foyer into a smaller corridor, once again taking the broom and mop from the supply closet, as well as a few other cleaning supplies like makeshift glass-cleaner made from vinegar and water. The girl's bathroom was a half-decent looking chamber, with a few stalls. Graffiti was scrawled over the inside of the stalls though the outsides seemed fairly well cared for. Jonta sighed when she entered, immediately looking for the woman that entered. She was standing in front of a mirror sobbing, small beads of fresh blood cascading from the center of her forehead, just near the auburn color of her widow's peak. Is something wrong, miss? Jonta clutched the broom within her manicured mitts, warily gazing into the mirror as if to try and get a better view from the angle she was standing at. The woman was clutching her pretty little visage in half-bloodied hands while she had left the tap running, leaking icy-cold water teem down the side of the marble counter. Miss...? Jonta's voice was soft and void of any extreme surprise. Just as she had stretched a hand out to address the woman, the light fixtures in the bathroom flickered. Jonta immediately knew of what was about to happen she exhaled arduously and kept her eyes wide, noticing the lingering darkness. The fuses must have blown in the cellar room downstairs. It was connected to all of the bathrooms--male and female--on the right side of the theater, as well as the children's party room. Fuck. Regardless of this woman or not, she cursed, feeling along the tiled walls whilst searching for a small metal panel. She found it and popped it open with relative ease, once again feeling for something of familiarity. She did indeed find a small portable light, one of the round ones you'd press in the middle, for a child's room. She raised the light to eye level and flashed it around the room, once again searching for the woman. Miss? Nothing. No woman, nothing but shadows cast from the stalls. All of the stall doors were empty... so... was Jonta merely hallucinating? A shiver found its way down her spine while she advanced towards the bathroom door, tugging on the handle. But the door didn't open. Not to mention that it could only be locked from the inside. She fuddled with the wretched attacthment but it did no luck. Jonta was not the type to panic but she grew impatiently quite swiftly. Peter! I'm sorry that took so long, sugar. I've been studying all day. listu