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Hector St. James
Occupation: Postmaster|Location: Hopesville local post office
Occupation: Postmaster|Location: Hopesville local post office
Hector only shrugged.
"To get what's in there mostly. You won't believe what people ship through simple mail to not pay extra charges for a more safer guarded service," he explained to Alex. "Money, bank notes, checks, jewelry, death wills, food...anythin' that can fit under the ten pound weight for simple shippin'. Desperate people do desperate things..."
He leaned up and stared out the window at the rolling black clouds that were suddenly approaching. Hector walked over to the window and cracked it open, feeling that stormy, heavy air that always accompanied freak storms. With with a low grunt, he closed the shutters before closing and locking the window.
"Could be that too. Better than bandits," Hector chuckled softly with a sigh of relief. It was more likely the mail was hold up in another town to wait for the storm to pass. "Was startin' to think I would need to go out and find the mail with the sheriff. Well, with that, guess the post office can officially close early."
What an unexpected storm. Usually Hector was good at predicting the weather since he spent many years on the road delivering mail to different towns. But this one came so suddenly. No early signs or anything. Thick, black clouds seemed to suddenly appear, heading to Hopesville with a powerful boom of thunder following. Hector flinched at the crashing boom, but soon let out an embarrassed laugh to cover it up to Alex.
"Better settle in quick. It's comin' way too fast. You're free to shelter here if you like, Alex. Think I have a few bottles for us to pass the time," Hector opened the half door to walk out into the lobby to close the shutters on the other windows of the post office. He flipped the "Open" sign to "Close", making sure to check outside just in case others were looking for a quick place to shelter at.
@neobendium"To get what's in there mostly. You won't believe what people ship through simple mail to not pay extra charges for a more safer guarded service," he explained to Alex. "Money, bank notes, checks, jewelry, death wills, food...anythin' that can fit under the ten pound weight for simple shippin'. Desperate people do desperate things..."
He leaned up and stared out the window at the rolling black clouds that were suddenly approaching. Hector walked over to the window and cracked it open, feeling that stormy, heavy air that always accompanied freak storms. With with a low grunt, he closed the shutters before closing and locking the window.
"Could be that too. Better than bandits," Hector chuckled softly with a sigh of relief. It was more likely the mail was hold up in another town to wait for the storm to pass. "Was startin' to think I would need to go out and find the mail with the sheriff. Well, with that, guess the post office can officially close early."
What an unexpected storm. Usually Hector was good at predicting the weather since he spent many years on the road delivering mail to different towns. But this one came so suddenly. No early signs or anything. Thick, black clouds seemed to suddenly appear, heading to Hopesville with a powerful boom of thunder following. Hector flinched at the crashing boom, but soon let out an embarrassed laugh to cover it up to Alex.
"Better settle in quick. It's comin' way too fast. You're free to shelter here if you like, Alex. Think I have a few bottles for us to pass the time," Hector opened the half door to walk out into the lobby to close the shutters on the other windows of the post office. He flipped the "Open" sign to "Close", making sure to check outside just in case others were looking for a quick place to shelter at.