Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20191227213715/@comment-31697215-20191228190538

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A fist slammed against the inside of a flimsy cardboard box, busting a hole into the center. After a few moments of struggling, the arm was retracted back into the box, soon to be replaced by two paws ripping the hole in the box into a bigger one. A small rabbit stumbled out of the box, a grimace present on his face. Brushing his arms and hands free of any dirt and grime that may have stuck against him, his head moved around as he analyzed the area. It was a simple dining area decorated to fit the theme of a kid's birthday party.

Frankly, it seemed like an insult to even put him in such a room.

Not like it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. The gray rabbit, dubbed Theodore by his previous owners and the label on the box, ran his paws over his ears. "Geez, it's as if every place I go to has the same stupid layout for their party rooms. Is something original too much to ask for?" He sounded exasperated as he threw his arms out to the side. He let them fall to his sides, almost as if he was giving up reasoning with something that didn't exist.

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Rattling against the door signaled a figure attempting to enter the building. After a few moments, the door creaked open and in stepped a new figure. In his hands was an old magazine, most likely grabbed at the last minute to give the figure something to do. On his person was a typical night guard suit, though it had a bit of a yellow-green hue added to it. Ask him and he'll tell you it came like that. It totally wasn't a result of him accidentally dyeing it that color due to not separating his clothes as they entered the washing machine.

He adjusted his hat, the word "MECHANIC" embroided into the fabric. In the same hand that clutched the magazine, a toolbox was also within his grip. The red, shiny box held a variety of tools that the mechanic used for his job, along with a taser that he had cleared with the staff beforehand. He was only permitted to use it twice every night by their regulations. That was fine by him.

Continuing down the hallway, the brown-haired man's eyes darted around the dark area, even if only one was able to see his surroundings. This was the first job he had taken since he graduated college that involved animatronics. He despised animatronics, however it was good to at least have some experience. It'd look good on his resume when he went for bigger jobs. He rounded the corner, moving towards the office. It was definitely surreal to be back in a place like this, considering he had last entered a pizzeria-esque place when he was twelve. He sat down in the office chair provided, slamming his toolbox down on the desk and sliding the magazine off to the side.

Jayden was fucking tired. And he had to stay awake until 6 AM. Damn, maybe he should have looked a bit more at the job section in that magazine to see if there was anything else he could've taken.