Days past mindlessly. Nothing worthwhile happened. Nothing still is happening. It has been the same routine. Eat, train, showers, eat, recreation, eat, sleep.
Today will be no different. I haven't seen much of Samon, he has been locking himself in his office doing paperwork. I had gotten aquatinted with the Dasin brothers. But that's about it.
The sound of a door creaking door. "Saito!" The Supervisor called out for me.
I was startle, which caused me to rolled onto the floor. I was upside down, back on a bench and legs against the wall. Asleep. When he yelled I tucked into a ball rolling on my head into the floor. Not to mention I his a few stray chairs across from me.
Samon stood in the doorway gaping a me. On the opposite of the break room was Inori. Who also woke from his slumber and stared at my graceful decent.
"Well good mornin." Inori teased.
I pouted, "You were sleeping too Inori, don't vex me!"
"Neither of you should be sleeping on the job!" The monkey butted in.
Me and Inori huffed in reply.
"Now, Akia, I need you to take these papers to building 13."
"Why me?" I groaned. "I don't know the way."
He rolled his eyes. Then he proceeded to throw a thickly rolled up paper at me. It landed on the ground beside my head. I flinched in fear it was going to hit me.
"Now come get these papers." He demanded.
Reluctantly I jumped onto my feet from the ground and went to his office. He had mile high stacks of paper on the floor. Smaller stacks on his desk. White plastic was littered around the floor. Broken pens filled the trash can along with balled up paper.
"When's the last time you took a break?" I questioned.
He glared at me but didn't answer. He simply grabbed a random stack of paper and placed it in my arms. It was one of the smaller stacks but it was still quite the hefty amount of paper work. But how am I supposed to look at a map and carry this paper.
After taking several twisting hallways to exit the building I made my way to the monorail. It was closer to the center of the island so that it had access to all of the buildings. I boarded the cart that was on its way to building 13 and found a seat. I sat down the papers beside me and pulled out the map Samon had assaulted me with.
Thick white lines represented the direction monorails traveled. Each was labeled with a letter and number. The label showed you at the bottom, what time each monorail went where. They traveled fairly slow, especially for going almost across the entire island to get to building 13.
After memorizing when I would have to get off and when the next cart would be here to pick me up I decided to relax. I looked out the window to see a prime view of the guards center of the establishment. Other monorail carts passed bellow in different directions. Even further down were layers upon layers of shops, food courts, and different entertainment places. It was like a mall. Everything was brightly colored and sparkling. Guards were walking around enjoying the festivities and snacking on things like large, baked pretzels. It looked so nice and relaxing.
The cart eventually stopped at a platform. The doors opened as I quickly secured the stack of papers in my arms. Then I headed out of the doorway and through the monorail post to another long set of hallways.
The walls her gray with a thick red trim. 13 was painted on the walls in thick, block letters. The building was dreary, and way less colorful than my building.
Eventually I came to a hallway that was lined with metal doors. Each of them I observed had brightly colored rooms behind them. Inmates on the inside seemed bored and were reading a book, slumped over, or playing with a rubber ball. All of them were plain and simple.
I continued waking further hoping to find the guard room of the building. Hopefully there I might find the supervisor or someone else I could trust the papers with.
Eventually I came across a security room. I entered upon hoping to find someone there. Unfortunately I had no such luck. But inside the room were a few TVs that showed what the cameras picked up in the hallways. My eyes skimmed each screen before find that one of them showed a large man chasing after four extremely unique inmates. The cameras showed that they were about two or three hallways over and approaching me.
Unknowing of what exactly I was meant to do: I loosed my shoelace from my boot and fastened it to a low vent on an empty cell door. And I, on the other side of the hall in the servalence room, gripped tightly on the other end of the string. The papers I had been carrying were not seton the seat in the room and I in the floor. The cameras showed they were now even closer, their fate was sealed.
The inmate in the lead's foot got hooked under the string. He went tumbling down to the floor. He had long, blonde and pink, braided hair that swept the floor. Hippie.
The other inmates toppled over him. Second was a very large male with a purple mohawk. Third was a green headed male. Fourth, a black and red haired male. Final, was the guard. He had fallen into the pile with the other inmates. He was large, bald, tan, and disgruntle.
While observing each of the men I was able to re-lace my boot string which was knocked loose after the first man tripped. I arose from the ground and retrieved the pile of papers. While humored, the angry guard bashed his fist into the inmates heads. When he was finish he yanked them up and cuffed them.
"Excuse me, guard!" I called for his attention, "Do you happen to know where your supervisor's office is?"
He turned to face me angrily but then he turned confused. I also captured the attention from the male inmates who gawked as if they'd just encountered a never before seen animal. They immediately flocked around me. A mess of words escaped their mouths.
"Is she real?"
"Is it another trick?"
"Who is she here to visit?"
"Shut up!" The guard yelled, proceeding to hit them atop the head once more, leaving them to whimper. He then turned his attention to me.
"I'm the supervisor, who are you?" He questioned.
"Oh, I'm from building five. Akia Saito, guard, sir." I introduced myself, attempting to bow but nearly dropping all my papers from the stack that reached from my waist to my chest.
He realized the papers in my hands and asked, "Are those for me?"
"Yes sir. I was told to bring them to the building 13 supervisor, 'large gorilla man' by my own supervisor, Samon Gokuu." I explained.
He looked a very annoyed with me.
"You think this is some kind of joke!" He yelled.
"No! No, no, no." I tried to defend myself, "My supervisor said to come to building 13 and deliver papers to a large gorilla man who was the supervisor!"
He calmed down slightly but still looked annoyed. "Follow me. We have to put these inmates back in their cell and then you can bring the papers to my office."
We walked down different corridors in order to reach the cell belonging to the four particular inmates.
