A/N: This might just be a one shot story or more. I'm not really sure yet. Read. Review. Enjoy the glimpse into my brain.
Enis Lemon was a small stout man, who wore big horned rimmed glasses and walked with a limp. His voice was raspy and carried a slight Irish accent. It had faded slightly over the years, but it was still noticeable. His parents weren't the brightest in the bunch having thought he was a girl when he was born, hence the name Enis. Honesty who names their kid that. Enis. Its like they were asking for him to be teased mercifully. He worked in a small yet spacious office. The decorator chose an uncommon shade of pink for the walls. The building was circular almost dome shaped. If you hated walking it was a bad place to work. Everything was interconnected through mazes upon mazes of hallways and corridors.
He worked in the filing room. Though if you glanced in from time to time, it always looked like a bomb went off. The filing cabinets were stacked one on another, ranging up to five total in some corners. Papers were everywhere. On the floor, sticking out of random filing cabinets, the room was a mess. There was a mahogany desk in the center of the room, it too was stacked high with papers. And thats were Enis was trying to make sense of all the clutter. He was the only who worked in this area. Nobody else was qualified or cared enough to do it. so that left Enis desperately trying to sort it out.
He'd only been there a month and already thought the building and other employees were extremely weird. But that didn't phase him any. He kept on plugging away trying to get through everything before Friday. But it was useless. It was impossible because there was no actual filing system. Things were just shoved in random cabinets by letter. That's all you got. If it started with A then that's the cabinet you went to. Your best bet was to set aside five or six hours in order to find anything. Most people just gave up after thirty minutes, knowing deep down that it was a pointless effort.
Enis walked absentmindedly down one of the many corridors, trying to keep up with Aslyns conversation. It started with him complaining about working here.
"So you woke up one morning destined to be interesting huh, how's that working for ya?
He shrugged his shoulders, "Not very well actually."
"Well did you really expect it to? I mean you work in a cave, a disheveled one but a cave none the less."
"I was trying to make some order of things ya know. Never actually intended for everything to get this messed up. They don't even tell you what you're doing down there. Loads of secretive documents hidden under just about anything. There's no system. Everything's all disheveled for a reason I guess."
'Don't get your knickers in a twist about it, I was just asking. "