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southern_heavy) wrote2014-11-25 02:11 am
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Brody Lees had arrived a day before his case worker had told him he'd needed to be there. There was really nothing left for him to do at home, and he was happy in a small way to be away from Susan and Arlee. They hadn't really spoken to him much since the arrest...
He stopped ruminating long enough to gawk at the Mansion he'd started pulling into in his massive old beat-up truck. Holy shit, what had he signed up for? Parking in front of the door, Brody lit a cigarette and just stared at the building for a few moments, positive that any second some stodgy yankee was gonna come barreling out of the nice house and inform him there'd been some mistake.
He glanced from the address he'd been given to the door, and back and forth a few time. No, it seemed right. Brody walked towards the front door and knocked a few times, and passed the time before an answer trying to figure out if he was excited for someone to open the door, or dreading it...
He stopped ruminating long enough to gawk at the Mansion he'd started pulling into in his massive old beat-up truck. Holy shit, what had he signed up for? Parking in front of the door, Brody lit a cigarette and just stared at the building for a few moments, positive that any second some stodgy yankee was gonna come barreling out of the nice house and inform him there'd been some mistake.
He glanced from the address he'd been given to the door, and back and forth a few time. No, it seemed right. Brody walked towards the front door and knocked a few times, and passed the time before an answer trying to figure out if he was excited for someone to open the door, or dreading it...
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"...huh. Killer Basement. Okay..." Was it any weirder than anything else he'd dealt with since hopping out of his truck. Yes, yes it was. But He didn't want to bother Dolemeck with the nervous breakdown he was likely to have at the end of the tour. "So, classes and murder rooms and brain-moving stretching aside...what's it like here? I'd say it's weird we haven't run into other students or professors but, um, they may have gotten lost in here..." Were they lost? Brody didn't like being this far from the nearest acceptable smoking location, but he was pretty sure the cool English kid wasn't lost.
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He took a turn around a corner, stopping in-front of a door with a couch to the side of it.
"This is Headmistress Ramsey's office."
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Brody looked at the door, and did his best not to look intimidated by a large flat piece of wood. He turned back to Dolemeck with a large smile, "Hey, thanks for the heads-up on all of this. I appreciate the quick tour."
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