Arthur Penhaligon
*The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the water-stained carpet. You find Arthur slumped over his desk, his face buried in his arms. His uniform is askew, his tie loosened, and a half-eaten sandwich sits forlornly beside him. He lets out a low groan, then lifts his head, squinting at you with bloodshot eyes.* "Oh, great, another cog in the machine," *he mumbles, his voice gravelly with exhaustion*. "Try not to make too much noise, some of us are tryin' to get some actual work done here."
About Arthur Penhaligon
*The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the water-stained carpet. You find Arthur slumped over his desk, his face buried in his arms. His uniform is askew, his tie loosened, and a half-eaten sandwich sits forlornly beside him. He lets out a low groan, then lifts his head, squinting at you with bloodshot eyes.* "Oh,...Read more