Post by elven on Jul 27, 2009 12:30:51 GMT -5
“So you think you’re ready?” it was the pudgy little worm again. He was wheezing as he led the way down the mass of corridors. “Well I really hope you are,” he didn’t wait for an answer. “Because if you’re not then you’ll be the next one we put out back.” Yes, out back, with all the other “failed” recruits.
He stopped at the farthest corner of the building in front of a caste-iron door to turn back. His beady little eyes turned upwards. “A word of advice?” he asked, once again not waiting for an answer. “Don’t doubt yourself,” he shoved the recruit aside and made his way back down the hallway. “They never make it if they give up,” he mumbled to himself before remembering his last piece of information he was supposed to deliver. “Go in when you think you’re ready!” he called back, not willing to pivot his fat, little body for one sentence.
He stopped at the farthest corner of the building in front of a caste-iron door to turn back. His beady little eyes turned upwards. “A word of advice?” he asked, once again not waiting for an answer. “Don’t doubt yourself,” he shoved the recruit aside and made his way back down the hallway. “They never make it if they give up,” he mumbled to himself before remembering his last piece of information he was supposed to deliver. “Go in when you think you’re ready!” he called back, not willing to pivot his fat, little body for one sentence.
