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**Sturnik** · 06-13-2010, 03:36 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ameh

TJ's knees felt funny. They always felt funny after a ride in the carts. The vibrations got to him... he'd spend a lot of time at his desk today, for sure.

"Be done in a jiff." He gave the goblin a grin, wobbled slightly, and stepped into the vault.

There really wasn't much left in here... he'd been meaning to deposit what he'd accumulated over the last three or four pay periods, which... in retrospect, he probably could've used instead of coming down here today.

Didn't think of that. Hunger made one stupid, apparently.

The small, charmed pouch that he used for money was in his pocket; he quietly drew it out and dropped about fifteen galleons into it. That would... keep him for a few weeks. He was already here, and didn't want to go home to get his money, so he might as well withdraw something. He'd just... come back when he ran out of this and deposit his last few paychecks.

He really needed to stop keeping his money in that box under his bed. Lazy tendencies, Trystan Park. Lazy tendencies.

Before leaving the vault, he opened the box that he'd also chosen to leave locked away in here. A slightly sad smile lingered on his lips as he picked up one of the wedding rings; the smaller of the two, obviously belonging to a woman. He looked at it for a moment before setting it back against the velvet interior and closing the box and stepping out of the vault, looking automatically at the goblin.

"Hope I didn't take too long."

They always either took too long or not long enough, depending on which one they thought it was always the other. Sturnik grunted, clanked the clanker some more and shuffled the folded deck chair back into the cart.

Going up.

06-13-2010, 03:36 PM	#5 (permalink)
Sturnik Head of Gringotts Security Dugbog Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 106	Quote: Originally Posted by Ameh TJ's knees felt funny. They always felt funny after a ride in the carts. The vibrations got to him... he'd spend a lot of time at his desk today, for sure. "Be done in a jiff." He gave the goblin a grin, wobbled slightly, and stepped into the vault. There really wasn't much left in here... he'd been meaning to deposit what he'd accumulated over the last three or four pay periods, which... in retrospect, he probably could've used instead of coming down here today. Didn't think of that. Hunger made one stupid, apparently. The small, charmed pouch that he used for money was in his pocket; he quietly drew it out and dropped about fifteen galleons into it. That would... keep him for a few weeks. He was already here, and didn't want to go home to get his money, so he might as well withdraw something. He'd just... come back when he ran out of this and deposit his last few paychecks. He really needed to stop keeping his money in that box under his bed. Lazy tendencies, Trystan Park. Lazy tendencies. Before leaving the vault, he opened the box that he'd also chosen to leave locked away in here. A slightly sad smile lingered on his lips as he picked up one of the wedding rings; the smaller of the two, obviously belonging to a woman. He looked at it for a moment before setting it back against the velvet interior and closing the box and stepping out of the vault, looking automatically at the goblin. "Hope I didn't take too long." They always either took too long or not long enough, depending on which one they thought it was always the other. Sturnik grunted, clanked the clanker some more and shuffled the folded deck chair back into the cart. Going up.