Spectrum

7.1: Blue

Pt. 7/10: Blue:

blue

[bloo] 

noun

1.

the pure color of a clear sky; the primary color between green andviolet in the visible spectrum, an effect of light with a wavelength between 450 and 500 nm.

2.

bluing. 

3. something having a blue color:

Place the blue next to the red.

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The male wiped his brow as he pushed the janitorial cart down the hallway of the busy agency, the rag on his head not doing its job of keeping his slightly shaggy hair out of his eyes as he sighed. He was an intern at this agency, but yet all he had done was mop floors and take out the trash. Nothing even mildly interesting had happened, pardoning a scientist who had gone rogue and took out a test subject before offing himself.  That was an interesting day, one not too long ago. 

'Thomas Greene, to the Dormitories, please. Thomas Green, to the Dormitories.' the radio on his waist ground out the words, causing the boy to groan inwardly. He had just cleaned up a puddle of vomit from the kitchen, and he wanted to shower to get the repulsive smell off of him. 

Pressing the button, he leaned down. 

"On my way…" He said tiredly, then proceeded to push the heavy cart down the tiled hall, its wheels clicking every time they reached a crack in the material. The noise soon became mesmerizing, and the brunet teen had to fight to keep his eyes open. 

Wssssh 

Click.

Wssssh

Click.

Wssssh

Click.

Thump.

Curses leapt from the boy's mouth as he saw he had run into the service elevator's doors, therefore causing his feet to crash into the plastic of the cart. Muttering angrily to himself, he reached over and pressed the button, before waiting for a slight moment for the doors to open. After they did so, he walked in, having to struggle slightly to get the cart over the ridge of the floor. He could see his reflection in the closing doors, his ruffled dark hair, his diamond colored eyes, the color of the sky, the only color he could see. His jumpsuit was a light color of the same hue, a juvenile color that reminded him of water, although the suit itself was scratchy and uncomfortable. He would have thought that an agency with such a large allowance could afford better uniforms, but apparently not.   

The doors opened with a loud ding, and he stepped out of the small encasement, pushing the cart with him. A worker was waiting, presumably for him, about ten feet down the hall, and turned to face the boy as he pushed the cart out.

"Ah. Hello, Mister Green. I hope you're having a good day, though I hope that this doesn't make it bad… You see, we have a bit of a conundrum. A handful of the test subjects on holiday decided to go to a parlor, and decided in their intoxicated state," Thomas was already sighing; the words parlor and intoxicated never went together well for him, "to throw a bit of a gathering." And there was the hat trick of words a janitor never wants to hear.  "We would greatly appreciate your assistance in cleaning up after them." Assistance. They never wanted assistance, they wanted someone to do their work for them.