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Post by Julian McAllister on Jun 25, 2012 0:14:47 GMT -5
What do dinosaurs have to do with trust? Having only worked at the fine establishment for a few months, three at the very most, the lycan in the lobby breezeway could not even hazard a guess, no matter how tightly he knitted his brows together. The exhibit had been installed over the weekend, a mighty impressive feat considering its large size, but what value it had in relationship to the rest of the museum was a mystery to him. Perhaps 'trust' was the name of the family or company that funded the building's foundation. All they would have to be to justify a dinosaur exhibition would be fans of the Jurassic Park movies. Though some may argue against spending millions of dollars on replica dinosaur bones.
Their resident friendly janitor being one of them.
Slinging a heavily used mop over his navy-clothed shoulder, Julian stepped into the newly refurbished wing, marveling with blue eyes at the pristine state of the tile flooring. He'd hardly have any work to do in here, the floors simply too new, too unused, to be in need of the museum's part-time janitorial staff. But rather than take that as discouragement, the fledgling lycan lit up with a knowing smile. Getting paid to do very little work sounded like an excellent deal.
At a spot near the forward tyrannosaurus skeleton, left jutting out into the breezeway, its massive skull turned sideways to watch visitors step through the door, the mop dropped to the marble. A stain had been left by an earlier group of children, a stain that he silently hopes is chocolate and not a brown form of bodily waste product. Absently, he inhaled sharply through his nose.
Oh dear. That was not chocolate... |
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