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Melevolence
A Total Mess Of A Man
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2016
- Location
- Maine, USA
"Wanted: Individual who is enthusiastic and possesses a lot of energy. Physical 'labor' involved. Job is incredibly rewarding to the right candidate. For more information, please call xxx-xxx-xxxx to set up an appointment. With any luck a new star could be born!"
That had been the short ad he'd seen in the paper the other day. He was in dire need of steady work. Anything to pay the bills! He'd been bouncing around part time jobs, sometimes working multiple at a time but none of them seemed to last forever. He was at his wits end. He wasn't exactly sure what this job entailed but he wasn't above physical work. He'd have to put his best foot forward.
Donovan wore a simple outfit: A black, form fitting t shirt that exposed his toned arms. A pair of simple white slacks and his best shoes. His long, silky hair tied back loosely with a single red elastic. He felt a tension in his stomach as the elevator came to a stop on the fourth floor, bell pining as the doors slid open. The hotel was dead quiet. It was early afternoon so likely no one had checked in yet anyway. First time he'd ever had an interview at a hotel.
He could hear his own footsteps on the hallway floor, the carpet doing little to put his mind at ease with just how quiet everything was. Blue eyes scanned the doors until he found room 32-D. Stopping outside it he took a moment to settle his nerves, reaching his right hand up and rapping on the door three times.
That had been the short ad he'd seen in the paper the other day. He was in dire need of steady work. Anything to pay the bills! He'd been bouncing around part time jobs, sometimes working multiple at a time but none of them seemed to last forever. He was at his wits end. He wasn't exactly sure what this job entailed but he wasn't above physical work. He'd have to put his best foot forward.
Donovan wore a simple outfit: A black, form fitting t shirt that exposed his toned arms. A pair of simple white slacks and his best shoes. His long, silky hair tied back loosely with a single red elastic. He felt a tension in his stomach as the elevator came to a stop on the fourth floor, bell pining as the doors slid open. The hotel was dead quiet. It was early afternoon so likely no one had checked in yet anyway. First time he'd ever had an interview at a hotel.
He could hear his own footsteps on the hallway floor, the carpet doing little to put his mind at ease with just how quiet everything was. Blue eyes scanned the doors until he found room 32-D. Stopping outside it he took a moment to settle his nerves, reaching his right hand up and rapping on the door three times.
