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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 9:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 10:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 10:23 pm
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"Down the hall, second door on the right," a middle-aged woman told Bunji as she strolled past him in the very same direction. She wore the light blue uniform of a postal worker and had light brown hair tied up in a tight bun. She opened the door she had directed Bunji to, waved for him to go on in, and then walked back up the hall and entered the first door on the right.
In the hallway were four doors: two on the right, two on the left, and one at the end. The two on the left both seemed to lead into the same room, which was labeled "M.P., M. Shakir". The door at the end of the hallway had a frosted glass window emblazoned with the words: "P.G., A. Rosa". That part of the hallway was much shinier than the parts nearer the lobby, as though they were more meticulously cleaned, or saw less wear in general. The first and second doors on the right led into different rooms, with the first one labeled "E. Meike, Postman of the Exterior" and the second one labeled "T. Tamati, Postman of the Interior".
When Bunji would enter the office of T. Tamati, Postman of the Interior, he would step into a world of clutter and empty brown bottles that smelled like terrible alcohol. Postman Tamati would be at his desk, feet resting on papers stacked on its corner as he sipped a beer.
"Tino Tamati, at your service!" he would greet the boy without rising from his seat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 7:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 5:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 9:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 10:46 pm
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The three knocks echoed sharply in the hallway, almost ominously so. The suspense was broken almost immediately, however, when the door swung open to a mostly clean office occupied by the middle-aged woman from earlier, who greeted him with a smile.
The walls were covered in large maps, each of a different country with major landmarks, cities, and villages marked. The only major area of disorganization was a handful of papers that had been strewn across the desk, suggesting that maybe the clean state of the office was due to the woman's frequent absence rather than her fastidiousness.
"Elma Meike, Postman of the Exterior, head of all deliveries going in and out of the country," she introduced herself, holding out her hand to shake his. "I hope Postman Tamati wasn't too drunk. What can I help you with?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 5:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:32 pm
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The light drained from Elma's eyes at the mention of Danjuro, but the change lasted only for a second. She ushered the boy toward a chair and shut the door behind him, then took a seat at her desk.
"Well, he's not wrong, but he's got to lay off the booze. You too, in fact," she opened, some of the cheer leaving her voice. "Why do you want to know, if you don't mind my asking? Are you planning a coup? If you've met Danjuro, you should know that hostages won't work."
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