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[This is Arthur. This is Arthur leaning against a closet door, his suit slightly rumpled (in fact, there's a tear in one of his sleeves), his hair out of place. Still, he carries himself like this is PERFECTLY NORMAL. Oh yeah, and he's holding a pool cue. Before he speaks, Arthur smooths his hair back.]

To the library staff: sorry. I left a few books out of place. I'll come by as soon as possible to put them back.

[From the closet, there's suddenly an outburst of loud banging and intermittent swears. Very creative swears. Arthur rolls his head back against the door and then throws an irritated look over his shoulder, as though the closet's occupant can see, before turning back to the camera.]

Blonde. Female. [BANG BANG. There's probably a "cocksucker" there, too.] About five foot... one? [He holds the cue out horizontally, five feet from the ground, to illustrate.] I'd say... twelve years old?

Does she belong to anybody? Or do we often receive unsupervised children?

[OOC: After THIS THREAD. Arthur was trying to find somewhere secure to put Mindy until she regained consciousness, but she woke up in his arms and started attacking him again, SO HE SHOVED HER IN THE CLOSEST ROOM: A RANDOM CLOSET.]