08-09-2011, 02:35 PM
Jack Denton walks down what must be the 20th identical looking corridor on Ames station that he has traversed in the last 5 minutes. The only word you can think of to describe him is spindly, he wears long grey pants and long sleeved black shirt and it is obvious he does not care about his appearance. His hair is disheveled and he has a few odd hairs sticking out from his attempt at a shaven chin, through the orange glow of his glasses it can be seen that he has not had much sleep lately. Despite his less then stellar appearance and sense of fashion he carries himself with dignity and walks with confident strides, however his outward confidence belies the fact that he is hopelessly and completly lost.
Jack Denton stops in the middle of the 21st identical corridor and sighs in frustration, "why is no one around when you need them?" he asks the empty corridor. He looks around him and upon confirming that no one is near he mutters under his breath, "oh fine". His glasses glow slightly brighter and suddenly he can see a map of the entirety of Ames station. He quickly notes his location and the location of Dawn Stewart's office, sighs as he suppresses a few choice words, turns and retraces his steps. 20 corridors later (all of which he had walked through before) he turns to the left and enters the office.
The secretary looks up from her work and does a bit of a double take at seeing such an odd man walk in the door; tall, scrawny, scruffy and wearing glasses that glowed orange Jack Denton did look quite a sight. The secretary recovers quickly, "ah, Mr Denton I assume? Go on through, Ms Stewart is expecting you".
Jack nods and mutters his thanks before pushing open the door to Dawn Stewart's office.
Jack Denton stops in the middle of the 21st identical corridor and sighs in frustration, "why is no one around when you need them?" he asks the empty corridor. He looks around him and upon confirming that no one is near he mutters under his breath, "oh fine". His glasses glow slightly brighter and suddenly he can see a map of the entirety of Ames station. He quickly notes his location and the location of Dawn Stewart's office, sighs as he suppresses a few choice words, turns and retraces his steps. 20 corridors later (all of which he had walked through before) he turns to the left and enters the office.
The secretary looks up from her work and does a bit of a double take at seeing such an odd man walk in the door; tall, scrawny, scruffy and wearing glasses that glowed orange Jack Denton did look quite a sight. The secretary recovers quickly, "ah, Mr Denton I assume? Go on through, Ms Stewart is expecting you".
Jack nods and mutters his thanks before pushing open the door to Dawn Stewart's office.