Ivernia
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2012
- Messages
- 1,643
- Location
- Meath, Ireland
- Capital
- Royal City Caladbolg
- Nick
- Pádraig
The Janitor did his work for the building late in the night. He typically came late when people in the city were asleep. Walking up the little street in Portsiar he could smell the salt from the sea, a rare easterly wind must be blowing in from the Illmen Strait, the winds seemed to have changed. He walked up to a particular building with his bag of equipment and shuffled through his keys. He unlocked the door at the side of the building to get to the stairs, the areas of the building he cleaned were the first and second floors. He turned on the electric-light switch and headed up.
He found the broom cupboard and saw cleaning supplies. He couldn't use the hoover, only day-time shift could.
The Janitor cleaned the first floor, and then the second as he normally did. He then headed for the broom closet, took a ladder and propped it up in the middle of the office on the second floor. He shifted the panels in the ceiling and placed a bag up into the ceiling. He moved up the ladder and turned on his electric torch and viewed his handy-work. Over 30 bags, over 60 nights. Everything was in place. the last circuit was plugged in and the analogue timer was set.
The Janitor knew what was expected of him in this moment. As soon as he locked the outside door behind him and pocketed his keys a van was waiting. He slipped into the van at 3am on a Tuesday and headed south for the border. Border Patrol would be met in the morning before the timer went off, and he would be lost in Franken before anyone would come looking for him.
He found the broom cupboard and saw cleaning supplies. He couldn't use the hoover, only day-time shift could.
The Janitor cleaned the first floor, and then the second as he normally did. He then headed for the broom closet, took a ladder and propped it up in the middle of the office on the second floor. He shifted the panels in the ceiling and placed a bag up into the ceiling. He moved up the ladder and turned on his electric torch and viewed his handy-work. Over 30 bags, over 60 nights. Everything was in place. the last circuit was plugged in and the analogue timer was set.
The Janitor knew what was expected of him in this moment. As soon as he locked the outside door behind him and pocketed his keys a van was waiting. He slipped into the van at 3am on a Tuesday and headed south for the border. Border Patrol would be met in the morning before the timer went off, and he would be lost in Franken before anyone would come looking for him.