Denmark- Oscar's office
Oscar. He was in his office, going through various pieces of paperwork regarding his new case, he was a lawyer after all. There was much to be done about this particular troublemaker, she had been a big hassle for the police to arrest and even bigger as a client. He wasn't too happy about this development, nor was he too excited about his next meet. Oscar. Bags lined his eyes and things began to swim on the page, his head make a soft thud on the table.
Minutes turned into hours and when he finally re-awoke, it was dark outside and everyone had clocked out for the evening. He yawned, lifting his head back up to view the darkened room, drool had fallen on the floor. A small smirk appeared on his face as he got up, straightening his waistcoat and headed over to switch on the lamp that lit up the wall, closest to the door.
"That is much better."
He moved to the other side and did the same. There was still much work to be done but fresh air was needed, so slipping on a long coat, he clicked the elevator button and waited for it to arrive. The Danish man liked the dark, it hid the most prominent aspect on his face, the scar. However, it wasn't fully dark as street lights lit up the local town. Oscar took out his box of cigarettes and went to light one before putting them back and allowing smoke to escape his lips. It was a chilly night, thus the coat, but it didn't seem like there was much action going around tonight.
"Look forwards into life, not backwards...otherwise you may find your face planted into the back of a lamp-post." -Flannagan