Aaron had started and finished all the papers soon enough. It was a big hassle, but he was thankful enough to be able to finish it. Just as he finally sat down in the chair to relax, the phone rang. Aaron sat up and reached over to answer it, "Hello?" he asked. "Hey Aaron!" It was Wesley.. "I'm gonna be late coming back, could you deliver the papers for me? I'll owe you one later..." he said. Aaron didn't look pleased the least bit. "There's a lot of papers to deliver, Wesley.." he commented. "Then just leave half a stack then, take half of it and deliver it." With that, Wesley hung up and Aaron sighed heavily, sitting in his chair. After a few minutes of sitting there idly, he hung up the phone, stood up and looked at the 2 foot stack of envelopes on the 'Delivery' table. [i]Man, that's gonna take a while...[/i] he thought as he grabbed half the stack. Best to get to work again right? Thinking about it, he knew this would take some time, so he set the envelopes down on the desk and picked up his guitar case, slinging it over him so it was easy to carry on his back. Then, Aaron picked up the stack and headed out the front door, closing the doors with a 'Closed' sign, or until he got back that is.

[i]Alright, let's deliver this as fast as I can...[/i] he thought as he made the perilous journey around the city. Aaron wasn't one to take taxi cabs, as they were not really what he liked as far as transportation. Sure there were plenty of them but man the traffic here was packed! No way in Hell was he going to get in one of those, mind you he was saving up his money, it takes a while to earn that much anyways. He may as well spend a paycheck on one cab ride, right? But it was fine, he liked walking, as it was a better way to understand the city. If you focused on taking cabs all the time, how would you be able to navigate in case of an emergency without the use of a cab? My point exactly. But while this was also a time to explore, it gave him some good exercise too. Aaron was a well-kept, neat and clean young man, yes this was true. His body was also slightly toned as if he had done workouts of some sort. When really, Wesley had been overworking him. All that muscle was from just moving heavy boxes and crates around in the back because of Wesley's little scavenger hunts for papers. But Aaron did spend some time on his own to keep his body healthy, despite his living conditions in which he knew was the best he could do for himself. Better than being out in the cold getting Hypothermia, right? Well, he wasn't wearing a jacket today, his old one got a bunch of holes and a little bit burned on the back from a few years ago. In other words, the jacket was worn out and wasn't very durable for this weather anymore.

After some time had passed, and countless walking all over New York City, Aaron only had one envelope left to deliver. It was the papers for the CEO Journalism Department down the street. Man, whenever he walked through there, he always got stared at by the workers, especially the girls; why was that? Upon walking down the street, making sure to cross the streets carefully and avoid any 'red light runners' as Aaron called them. Basically, cars that sped through red lights. He called them 'Red Light Runners' for a reason, and a dangerous one at that. Soon enough, he made it to the building, holding the stack in one arm as he pulled open the door with the other and walked inside. This building was always nice looking, the lounge was always nice to look at. Sometimes, Aaron stayed down in the lounge too long just to admire everything and chat. But not today. He made it over to the elevators and pressed a button, one elevator opened with nobody inside while the other seemed occupied. Oh well, right? Aaron stepped inside, and pushed the floor number he would be arriving on. Leaning against the railing, he stared off into space a bit, wondering about his life. Soon enough, the sound of the elevator rang through his ears and the doors opened. 

He pushed himself off the rails and left the elevator, walking down the hallways for a bit. He had been here a few times at one point, and he knew were some places were, vaguely. Upon walking at the end of the hallway, he opened up a door that led into a room with a bunch of journalists. Computers in cubicles lined around the room. A few bookcases here and there, as well as a jammed up copy machine. Aaron made his way over towards the copy machine and set the envelope down on a table, telling one of the coworkers that he had finished printing the copies. Another guy was trying to fix the copy machine, to which he said, "I'll fix it for you. It'd be a hassle to waste time here trying to fix something like that." The man looked up at him and said, "Sure, if you think you can fix it.." Aaron nodded his head, "I know how." With that, the man got up off the ground and stepped aside so Aaron could get down upon level and dig around in the machine. Such a machine as this was difficult to fix, and it was time consuming, but Aaron knew what he was doing. Something probably got jammed, and you needed careful hands to fix it without breaking anything.