<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/f58a764d-0faf-44ea-ad28-26b01294609f_zps5121b97f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Anselin<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Cleaner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Employee lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Everything but the mask (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/CharlesAnselin_zpse3b09721.jpg)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open/Darius<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Charles couldn’t help but notice the notes pinned to the window, and the revisions just made to them, and he gave a light-hearted chuckle as he opened the door. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy working here. He was an avid listener of the radio, of course, and when he had received confirmation that he was working here (from none other than Cecil himself!) he had wondered if maybe Angels had intervened to remove the distraction of his old job, whatever it was, just in time.<br/><br/>He kept such thoughts to himself, of course, if they were not responsible they may very well take offence. His thoughts were cut off as he entered the room, however, and he spotted one of the new hosts. This new host appeared to be very drunk, so drunk as to have some unknown entity translating his speech, the last of which Charles had managed to catch. And if he was that drunk, well, then he was probably drunk enough to end up vomiting all over the floor.<br/><br/><strong>”I don’t even know where the cleaning supplies are yet...”</strong>He spoke with a mixture of disappointment (over the potential mess) and excitement (over simply being there). It was far too good a day to be worried over a little mess, after all. And who knew what other things he might end up cleaning up. He found himself beaming as he moved to sit beside Darius, and he turned to him, offering his hand and speaking in a bright, bubbly tone.<strong>”My name is Charles, I’ll be cleaning up after you if you blow your chunks.”</strong>