CLOSED RP STARTER @madelnheavenn
Dating back to the late 1990s… usual placement, second floor department.
Wesker was closed off within his office, but there was no difference there. Perching upon the edge of his seat, a couple of papers were discarded on the floor. Most littering the surface of his desk, the odd few scrunched into balls off in a silver-tinned trashbin..
Both fingertips dug into the base of his pen, scribbling down notes and all that fancy business jazz.
He was completely engrossed in his work, as though it was the only thing he could bring himself to focus on.
Or, more so, that he wanted to focus on.
The repetitive ticking of none other than the clock became nothing but a muffled background noise to him. If he were to focus on it too much, it'd probably drive him into insanity. The littlest things always seemed to peeve Wesker.
He basked in the warm-coloured sunlight that seeped through the blinds, that familiar silence.
Until it was suddenly interrupted with a knock… a visitor, perhaps?
Wesker's eyes would dart up towards the door. Examining the frame of it until he spoke out,
‘‘ Come in. ’’
