Boss Rimi's posts

It was the weekend tomorrow already? Wow, time went by fast here. What would he do in the weekend if he had no work? He had to find something to do. Something to keep himself busy. But what? Eros blinked and nodded, smiling politely. "Yes, a break does sound nice doesn't it?" He blushed lightly, still not used to being thanked. "Oh...w-well it's really no trouble sir, but you're welcome. I enjoy working with you. It's fun. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure what I'll do during my weekend. But I'm sure I'll think of something."

Inside was empty, he was just imagining things. He let out a frustrated sigh. His mind was playing tricks on him, maybe he hadn't gotten enough sleep. Where could she be then? He hadn't seen her on his way here. Maybe she wasn't even here. Maybe...maybe this was all just some sort of sick joke. No, it couldn't be. He pulled out the photo from his pocket and looked at the little girl. She was real, and her family was looking for her. This room was empty, maybe the girl was in another room. Hope bloomed inside Jonas again. Maybe he would actually bring her home.

Jonas put the photo away and held his rifle tightly in his hands, his eyes scanning the dark lonely room as he approached another door. This one, opened. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and that's when he saw it, a vampire. A quick look around the room told him it was just the one. Good, but maybe it knew where the girl was. "Alright leech, where is she?" He asked, aiming the riffle right at the back of the vampire's head.

Lyle smirked and shook his head. Girls were very complicated creatures. Complicated but absolutely breathtaking. Well, some of them anyway. He thought of Claudette and shuddered. She was one of the exceptions. "Aria please, I wouldn't want you catching a cold or dying just to see me. I'm not that impressive. I mean, I am but still." He chuckled. "I want to see what's going on, or to hear it anyway. The suspense is killing me." Lyle sipped his coffee and looked at Aria. "Aria, could you do me a favor?" He asked.

"You're never going to let me forget about this are you sir?" Amalia asked, crossing her arms across her chest. A little upset. "No I am not. Unless honestly forget about it which I doubt. I'm old, but I'm not that old either. I just hope you don't go doing this again. You scared your poor aunt and honestly..." Troy blushed and shook his head. "Well..j-just don't be so foolish again. I'm flattered though but you shouldn't risk your health just to see me." He said quietly. This sounded wrong, as if he didn't want her to visit him. Or that's the way Amalia had taken it anyway. She frowned and looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry." She whispered, not even looking at him now. "I should go. I made it here, I'm sure I can make it home."