Gritting his teeth at the unwanted intruder, he stabbed once more at the buttons, wondering why every time there had to be confusing symbols and colors and nothing straightforward like "Please press this button to go to ______." Adding insult to injury, the doors slid shut faster than they had when he was waiting for them to open and wanting them to close so his space would not be infringed upon. Giving it a punch that hurt his knuckles more than the inanimate paneling, he scowled at it, then at the girl who had rushed in beside him. Narrowing his eyes as he studied her, Axe thought he recognized her. A Catapults somebody… a flower…
Like Daisy.
Wrinkling his nose, he resumed his slumped position against the back wall rather dramatically, eying the dial that indicated the floor creeping past the 1 (ding), shuddering as it approached the 2 (ding). This was taking forever. Not that he had a timepiece, but he scoffed at the idea that it had been a maximum of two minutes since the flower girl had stepped into the lift. More like two hours.
Planting his feet widely apart, he crossed his arms and hunched. Leaned forward and pressed the button a few more times, as the dial seemed to be just grudgingly touching the 3 (diiing). Axe took a deep breath and closed his eyes, thinking if he stopped staring down the arrow, it would move faster, when he heard the chime of what must finally be the fourth floor. Relieved, his eyes flew open and he started toward the door when all of a sudden the dim light in the elevator flickered out and THUDTHUDTHUD, the lift dropped a few feet and shuddered, before stilling itself and its occupants in total darkness.
"PUTAIN!"
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