PART 2
When Bob the janitor had successfully mopped his floor and watched it dry, he collected his wet floor signs, hooked or stuffed them back onto his cart, and placed the mop bucket at the front. Bob pushed his loaded cart down the hallway, off to retrieve his "Restroom Closed" sign now that the bathroom floor had had ample time to dry (the cold tiles seemed to take twice as long as the relatively quick drying hallway), but he noticed something dark in the corner of his eye and stopped the cart.
Bending down swiftly, Bob snatched up the crumpled and stained brown lunch bag and tossed it into the trash container on his cart. Then he wheeled along once more.
He hunted down more litter, and successfully captured the improperly discarded wrappers and papers. It was a very calming, revitalizing, and successful expedition.
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Reaching up for the "Closed" sign that was pinched within the doorframe of the girls' restroom, Bob had to stop and draw back so that the brunette who opened the door and readily ducked under the sign wouldn't walk into him. She wouldn't have given Bob much mind if he hadn't spoken to her.
"The bathroom was closed."
Looking surprised by the janitor's aggressive stance on his janitorial labor, Harriet assessed the blue jumpsuit, and her brow pinched while she frowned. But soon her expression flattened and she looked bored and annoyed, the default that seemed to read "bitch" when, truly, that was just her God given face. "Whatever, I had to pee." She sighed as though the janitor was harassing her, and tapped her arm impatiently. "Come on. What are you trying to do, take a shower in there?"
The door was pushed open and a blonde ducked under the "Closed" sign, seeming tired. "Yup, I'm coming. Sorry."
Harriet huffed, apparently at no one, and urged Seras to hurry since they needed to get back to class. Seras had only come along to make sure it seemed like she too required frequent pilgrimages to the porcelain thrones that girls claimed they needed to use so frequently, though in reality what interested them most tended to be the mirrors. But she consented to "come on already" and strode passed the janitor. Seras glanced at him, just now noticing the man for some reason. How odd, she thought.
Then the fledgling spotted the extremely yellow cart, and began to feel guilty about going along with Harriet to use the restroom despite the sign. So, due to her heavy conscience, Seras raised an apologetic hand, peering back at the very tall janitor in order to say sorry as she walked back to class. But instead of "Sorry," Seras gasped, sputtered and tumbled right into Harriet.
"What are you doing?" the exasperated brunette grumbled from beneath the extremely heavy blonde, whose ten pound boobs were complained about for the time it took Seras to help Harriet up. But Harriet soon realized that she didn't have her friend's attention, that Seras was too busy gawking at the stupid, overly aggressive janitor. So Harriet took a good look at him too.
Seras, baffled and speechless, couldn't utter a coherent word. The janitor on the other hand was staring down at her with disapproval, and disappointment. He harkened back to his sign, "The bathroom was closed."
"Ah, I-"
"Closed. I'm sure you can read."
"Ma- Agh." She ruffled her own fluffy head and shook it thoroughly to get a grip on herself, but then stood there, before the blue jumpsuit wearing janitor, and could only resume gawking at him. This is a hallucination…It's just too impossible.
But as the seconds ticked by and his stare remained burning down at her, she knew she was lucid and that this world was a crazy, insane place. "What…" Seras lowered her voice to what resembled an aggravated whisper, "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"My job, obviously."
"Who- What?" She had been going to ask whose brilliant mind had concocted this ridiculous 'alternative,' when the janitor pulled on his nametag for her to read it. Although he was "sure [she] could read," he read it for her.
"My name is Bob. B. O. B. It's very easy to remember."
The fledgling shook her head in disbelief and amazement, "That's… such a stupid name."
"You've insulted me." Bob's deadpan face made Seras' eye twitch in annoyance as she recovered herself. "My Mother picked out this name."
"Oh, did she?" Though she failed to show it, Seras slowly began to pity Bob the janitor. And she examined the jumpsuit, then the cart, then the blue gloves (such an alien color, everything on his body hadn't a hint of red in it) and she had to sigh. Wow, Sir. Just wow. But… I'm not sure your punishment is really accomplishing what you wanted it to. She grimaced at the pale face, and saw it was composed, well rested, returning… to what he was supposed to look like. Minus the janitorial get-up. Good god, it was doing all sorts of things to her little blonde brain.
Harriet seemed to be examining a bizarre beetle she'd never seen before, and would crush if she had the proper gear at hand. She was staring at Bob's face, and blinked, as though awakening, when he looked directly at her. Pulling on Seras' sweater suddenly, Harriet tried to point at the janitor with repetitive glances – avoiding actually pointing at him. But she soon gave up on being subtle or secretive, "He looks just like Alucard."
The fledgling fluffed her hair anxiously, and chuckled with a nervous twinge in her voice. "Huh? Really? I don't know… Ha ha."
Harriet fixed a stony, unyielding glare on the pale face, the crimson eyes, the black midnight hair, very long and seemingly possessing the ability to defy gravity. "Do you know a girl named Alucard?" she asked, lacking the hostility she would have shown if she were actually speaking to the hated, stupid, flat-chested b*.
Bob smiled, which was something Bob was known to NEVER do (despite all of the requests he got). "I know her quite intimately."
Harriet's startled expression was buffeted by Seras' awkward pulling and shaking, and eventually Harriet's head lulled, and this triggered her temper. She pushed Seras away, refused to leave for class as the girl begged. Finally, to show her determination, Harriet stomped her foot, and spoke over Seras, looking at Bob. "Are you Alucard's-"
Seras Victoria basically picked the brunette up and sprinted down the hallway.
When the girls turned the corner and Harriet's complaints faded into the distance, Bob the pale, tall, red-eyed, and undead janitor took down his "Closed" sign and put it back on his cart. But the sound of the door opening behind him made him turn, and Bob watched as five girls, one after another, giggled their way out of the bathroom, and carried themselves down the hall with stifled squeals and illuminated cell phone screens waving in their hands.