Post by Dr. Mitchell Weiss on Dec 7, 2008 11:00:25 GMT 1
His apartment, clean though it may be, felt as if its roots had not yet dug in. Yes, the furniture with its modern decor had just been moved in just last week, his flat screen television still shining with a fresh, new brand light, and his appliances running as if they had just taken their first breath, the Doctor could not help but frown at the aura. Not to say that he missed Washington or Harvard, merely that he didn't feel comfortable with the new environment.
Might have been just San Francisco itself. It was an incredibly... tectonic town, to say the least.
In the end, Weiss couldn't pinpoint what bothered him, but he shrugged off the thought. He had never cared much for fashion or decoration either way. He only cared for the nature of his own species. It was why he worked in education. It didn't matter anyway; he had an important appointment to uphold that would influence the days to come. Pulling his worn brown overcoat around himself, Weiss patted his dark slack's pockets to make sure his cell phone and wallet were with him before passing through his front door, strolling briskly down the hall with a leisurely clarity.
He arrived at the School Board's administrative office just under a half an hour later.
It was just before eleven o' clock. The city streets were still bristling with some of the activity of the morning rush, since those who had now spent time at the office were either off to speak with clients, taking friends to an early lunch, or claiming to have an appointment with a therapist so that they could keep to their tangible little affairs. The sidewalks were no different, but they were far clearer than the claustrophobic roads.
Making his way through the courtyard and reaching the front double doors, Dr. Weiss pushed his way through and I.D.ed himself at the security check point, the guards letting him pass through without a second thought. He made his way to the elevator, pressing the call button. He typically walked up the stairs if he needed to reach a floor with just a single digit for the sake of health, but the Director has the privilege of an office near the top of the building. When the elevator arrived, he stepped on, and clicked for the desired level.
Once he arrived at the floor, Weiss made his way through the warm, flowery office sections and the bustle of school representatives calling their principals and their union officials and all the other bureaucratic members, trying to settle trivial matters quickly enough so that they could have a peaceful lunch downtown. Mitchell smiled at this, as he found it ironic that the entire complexity of man had left itself into such a simple lifestyle. But alas, he also knew not to belittle bureaucracy, for it had its uses; otherwise, it wouldn't exist.
He made his way to the far corridor, which led to the Director's office. Doctor Troutman was still quite a bit of a mystery to the newcomer, who had just been promoted to replace a failed predecessor, but knew that in time, he would come to understand the man. It was, after all, his job and nature. Opening the front door, Weiss waved to the secretary that sat idly in the corner behind her little desk, legs crossed with her skirt pulled over her knees, and her lips making a sweet, courteous smile. She had caught on quickly that being more than professional with Weiss was a waste of time, especially since she was a blond. Once more, Weiss opened the door, and found himself in the Director's spacious room, half of its perimeter made of glass windows, and facing east, so that the Sun's beams gave sunlight to the man's back.
Taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the man's oak desk, Weiss pulled open his briefcase to retrieve a small manila folder, titled "Hircine." A second folder, titled "Paragon" sat on the Director's desk.
He hesitated for a few seconds, noticing that the Director was talking to someone on the phone; he had no idea who, and really couldn't tell. If it was his wife, his mother, his daughter, or one of the old women on the Council, Weiss really couldn't tell, nor did he care. Eventually, however, he decided that it did not sound to be of high concern, so the younger Doctor chose to press the initiative.
"I see you received the document I sent you. I imagine you'll continue your plan to speak with the Principal there personally?"
Weiss himself sat firmly in his seat, one hand on his folder, the other sprawled across the chair, and his legs planted loosely in front of him. His cold set eyes watched his superior quizzically, and his suit sat comfortably underneath him.
Might have been just San Francisco itself. It was an incredibly... tectonic town, to say the least.
In the end, Weiss couldn't pinpoint what bothered him, but he shrugged off the thought. He had never cared much for fashion or decoration either way. He only cared for the nature of his own species. It was why he worked in education. It didn't matter anyway; he had an important appointment to uphold that would influence the days to come. Pulling his worn brown overcoat around himself, Weiss patted his dark slack's pockets to make sure his cell phone and wallet were with him before passing through his front door, strolling briskly down the hall with a leisurely clarity.
*****
He arrived at the School Board's administrative office just under a half an hour later.
It was just before eleven o' clock. The city streets were still bristling with some of the activity of the morning rush, since those who had now spent time at the office were either off to speak with clients, taking friends to an early lunch, or claiming to have an appointment with a therapist so that they could keep to their tangible little affairs. The sidewalks were no different, but they were far clearer than the claustrophobic roads.
Making his way through the courtyard and reaching the front double doors, Dr. Weiss pushed his way through and I.D.ed himself at the security check point, the guards letting him pass through without a second thought. He made his way to the elevator, pressing the call button. He typically walked up the stairs if he needed to reach a floor with just a single digit for the sake of health, but the Director has the privilege of an office near the top of the building. When the elevator arrived, he stepped on, and clicked for the desired level.
Once he arrived at the floor, Weiss made his way through the warm, flowery office sections and the bustle of school representatives calling their principals and their union officials and all the other bureaucratic members, trying to settle trivial matters quickly enough so that they could have a peaceful lunch downtown. Mitchell smiled at this, as he found it ironic that the entire complexity of man had left itself into such a simple lifestyle. But alas, he also knew not to belittle bureaucracy, for it had its uses; otherwise, it wouldn't exist.
He made his way to the far corridor, which led to the Director's office. Doctor Troutman was still quite a bit of a mystery to the newcomer, who had just been promoted to replace a failed predecessor, but knew that in time, he would come to understand the man. It was, after all, his job and nature. Opening the front door, Weiss waved to the secretary that sat idly in the corner behind her little desk, legs crossed with her skirt pulled over her knees, and her lips making a sweet, courteous smile. She had caught on quickly that being more than professional with Weiss was a waste of time, especially since she was a blond. Once more, Weiss opened the door, and found himself in the Director's spacious room, half of its perimeter made of glass windows, and facing east, so that the Sun's beams gave sunlight to the man's back.
Taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the man's oak desk, Weiss pulled open his briefcase to retrieve a small manila folder, titled "Hircine." A second folder, titled "Paragon" sat on the Director's desk.
He hesitated for a few seconds, noticing that the Director was talking to someone on the phone; he had no idea who, and really couldn't tell. If it was his wife, his mother, his daughter, or one of the old women on the Council, Weiss really couldn't tell, nor did he care. Eventually, however, he decided that it did not sound to be of high concern, so the younger Doctor chose to press the initiative.
"I see you received the document I sent you. I imagine you'll continue your plan to speak with the Principal there personally?"
Weiss himself sat firmly in his seat, one hand on his folder, the other sprawled across the chair, and his legs planted loosely in front of him. His cold set eyes watched his superior quizzically, and his suit sat comfortably underneath him.
