Chaotic Contest, Funding Fallarbor
A few of the other coordinators produced subpar results with their introductions. In fact, one of them even broke into tears when her Zigzagoon did the wrong move and decided to sleep on stage. The other judges were kind and told her that it was okay, that these things happened. Caliban wasn’t much help; all he could do was laugh and tell the poor girl he didn’t know many “career girls” who sucked as bad as that.
“What’s gotten INTO you?” the female judge snapped. “Miles, this is appalling. You need to watch your tone!”
Caliban shrugged smugly and eased himself back. “I heard, you, Mom. Don’t get on my case too hard, alright? No one wants to hear it.”
One would need a decent amount of space to hide a person. As well as a place with few visitors, Harley would wager. This was a small contest, and Harley found that he wasn’t quite ‘home’ here. He didn’t know the halls, and couldn’t figure out exactly where he was going—just that he was going, and that his ears would probably be more useful than his eyes.
He couldn’t even hear the TVs anymore. Maybe I should go back and try something else. Harley never quit, mostly because he had an ego too large to let him, but he was certainly good at coming up with backup plans for his backup plans. And this might have been one of the moments he had chosen to do so had he not heard a very faint sound coming from behind him.
The coordinator turned. There were quite a lot of doors down this hallway. And now that he was really listening, he couldn’t hear a thing. Impatient, he tapped his fingers against his crossed arm, thinking that for once he may have just been hearing things. But no… it came again.
And it wasn’t a cry of a desperate person or even one who was trying to escape. It was tired and hopeless. This guy had probably screamed himself near to sleep, and even then, Harley was sure Caliban had been smart enough to use duct tape.
Geez, which door? Counting on this guy to repeat himself would be more time consuming than the other option, which was simply to start guessing.