Hey everyone, I just thought I'd share with you my story of what working at the Rooster Teeth Company would be like. Please tell me what you think.
Please note this is NOT a true story
Enjoy~
Chapter One ā Arrival
My deep sleep came to a halt when the taxi cab stopped in it's tracks. My body jolted forwards along with my bags and belongings. The taxi driver took a glance behind his shoulder; hinting me that we had reached our destination. I gave off a small grin and reached my hand down towards my pocket to find the money I was about to hand out. As I was paying the driver, I tried to grab all my un-necessary luggage. A floral backpack with a ridiculous amount of key rings hanging, two shoulder bags on one arm ā one white and one black. I had a small, padded grey clutch bag which contained all my contact information. There were hardly any items in my black shoulder bag, to be fair. If I wanted, I could narrow everything down to just two bags. But I try to be prepared for whatever.
As I stepped out of the cab, I took a look at the huge, blue building which was staring back at me. It was a relief to find that some people were in, due to the fact that the upstairs and downstairs lights were on. Either that or these guys are really bad at saving cash. I walked up towards the steps which lead to the white door towering over me. I reached a hand towards the door bell. The piercing noise shot straight through me. I could just make out my reflection on the blurred glass which lay inside the door. I took this opportunity to improve my looks. I grasped my cold hands together and sighed impatiently. I went to ring the door bell once more, until I saw a figure moving closer towards the blurred sheet of glass. It was hard to make out who it was, but soon enough the door handle started moving up and down. As the door slowly opened, a young male stood there motionless. He wore a dull beanie and a zip up jacket. It took him a while, but he gave off a quick smile. It seemed he didn't know who I was. "May I⦠May I help you?" he started to speak, but his words got cut off by a more inviting voice. "Ah, you must be Abbie! Caleb, it's okay. I got this." The accent was so familiar; it was killing me trying to work out who this was. The young lad in the grey beanie started to descend and leave the hallway. The older crew member held out his hand; offering me a handshake. "Hey, my names Burnie Burns. Welcome to the Rooster Teeth business department. Let me show you around and we'll get you started!"
