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| Scruffy The Janitor | Jul 13 2011, 06:57 PM Post #11 |
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"Siggy, that's a very silly question to ask. They put a crowbar down in the basement to pry things open." Lily said that sentence with an air that said 'this is a very large observation'. The look on her face made this assessment all the more true. "They also have a popcorn machine and something called a typewriter. I don't see how those could be useful though." Maria's enthusiasm was affecting Lily in a big way. Her smile was big and a bit dumb, her eyes twinkling with what could only be described as courageous sparkles. The girl was very perky and Lily liked perky. Lily always tried to be perky! She could identify with Maria! So when Maria cheered, Lily went along right with her. However Lily's cheer was... much louder. "Woohoo! Yes, let's go find - " The greeting surprised Lily. She turned around quickly and stared around the corner. Any normal person would have freaked. The greeting came out of nowhere after all! Or perhaps they would sneer at Melanie and tell her to go away. They had enough troubles. But no, that wasn't Lily. Lily was very different. Instead Lily smiled and waved to the new girl. "Hi there!" Lily's wave was once again slow and broad. "We're doing just fine! Very fine! Really fine! Extremely fine!" |
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| Overlord Taga | Jul 14 2011, 09:33 PM Post #12 |
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Maria was trying to think of places to hide crowbars. There really probably wasn't going to be one in this cubicle, so she'd have to look elsewhere. It was a pity the basement was full of lava or fire or whatever, especially since there was a popcorn machine down there, but she know how to work with things that didn't go exactly according to plan. "Now, you're a kid, Lily," Maria spoke wisely. "So you don't know this kind of stuff. But instead of computers, we used to have things called typewriters. That's what we used to write letters and stuff." "Miss Aguilar, I don't think you're old enough to have used a typewriter." Emerson was searching the desk for any sort of food. There was none. This day could literary get no- He stopped himself. There was no way he could think 'This day couldn't possibly get any worse'. That was just begging for this to get worse! Emerson didn't think he was very smart, but he was smart enough not to mess that one up. Somebody poked their head in and asked how they were doing. He thought it. That was the mistake, he thought it when trying to stop himself from thinking of it, dammit. At any rate, the woman was named Mel...Mel-something Murlew. She was an intern or something like an intern, and she seemed generally happy when bringing coffee to people. Emerson was somewhere on the food chain where he didn't bring anyone coffee and only was brought some by the lowest of the low. Lillian has waving to the newcomer. She was waving a lot and saying the same thing in a lot of different ways. Maria, on the other hand, was eying the former intern. The mob boss knew dangerous, and this woman wasn't. So she stuck out her hand in a friendly gesture. "Hello. I'm doing well, thank you," responded Maria. Emerson was wondering if he was about to get saddled with another perky girl. He hoped not; this was getting a tad ridiculous. Because he couldn't think of anything to say, he simply answered the question. "I've been better, but I've been worse." Edited by Overlord Taga, Jul 18 2011, 11:58 PM.
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| Namira | Jul 22 2011, 06:18 PM Post #13 |
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Okay Melanie had got away with that one. Lucky for her. With the exuberant greeting though, something clicked. Melanie knew this girl. Lilian. Mel had brought her coffee a few times and been thanked so profusely it was like she'd saved the other woman's life. She was a heck of a ray of sunshine in a place as dreary as Wilford and Gumbs (and it was pretty dreary, but Melanie had put up with it with a smile). As for the man, well, Melanie had seen him around, but no name sprang to mind... the other woman? Okay that anybody's guess. She had to be one of the so-called 'badasses' that Mel had heard about. The intern stuck her head back around the door frame now that it was apparent it wasn't going to get shot off, and sidled into the open, arms folded as she habitually did. "It's me. Melanie, I'm an intern here. I've brought you guys coffee before," she took a look around the room. "I guess you've not run into any trouble. That's good." She fidgeted a little. This next question was just going to sound bizarre regardless of how she put it. "I'm supposed to be finding a ... uh, a woman with bright red hair. And no shoes. I don't suppose you've seen anyone like that...?" |
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| Scruffy The Janitor | Jul 25 2011, 10:22 PM Post #14 |
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(Shotgun enters. C: ) Lily scratched the side of her head. "Oh. It must have looked very old." She gave a sage nod, as if she said something very intelligent. She had to think for a moment though. Who was this girl again? Oh, she brought them coffee? OH, she remembered! She liked her! She was very nice! The coffee was warm too! Really warm. Like scolding hot and Lily had a delicate tongue. She drank it anyway because well someone was giving her coffee and she didn't want to refuse! That would be rude! Melanie went through so much hard work to make her coffee! Lily beamed. "Oh yes yes I remember you! I'm very glad to see you!" The other question was tricky. Lily had to give it a moment. "Huh... no shoes. Red hair... uuhm..." Lily scratched the side of her head. "Give me a moment. Wasn't there... Ohh, I know... I know I've seen someone like that.... wait, no... huh..." ... Lily's thinking right now. Give her some time. Meanwhile, Shotgun wandered aimlessly through the cubicles. He found it hard to care where he was going. He came across a Bottom-Feeder who tries to jab at him. Jab jab jab. It prods him in the leg and he doesn't do anything to stop it. The man just looks at it for a moment before lifting the gun and shooting it in the head. He actually felt kinda bad, killing it like that. ... oh hey. People. In a cubical. He nodded. "Yo." |
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| Overlord Taga | Jul 27 2011, 01:15 AM Post #15 |
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Miss Murlew said that she had brought coffee to them, which seemed a little unfair to Emerson. He could have used free coffee; the young man had already made a bit of a habit out of stealing coffee creamers and packets of sugar. He could probably get a good price off of full cups of coffee. Also, she didn't seem to know him. Maria picked up on this immediately. "Hiya! I'm Maria Aquilar, your friendly neighborhood mob boss. This is Doctor Flex Steel-" "My name is Sigmund Emerson-" "And we're here for the whole race thing," Maria finished. "It's nice to meet you." Maria was tended to lean toward the polite. That was the way to get people to trust you. Melanie was looking for a red-headed woman with no shoes. "I have black hair and shoes," Maria added helpfully. "And Sigmund as brown hair, shoes, and is a guy. But we'll tell you if we see the girl we're looking for." A man showed up. He didn't talk much, so Emerson liked him at once. Yay for this guy. "Hi. Are you Shotgun?" That was the name of the guy Lillian was looking for, Maria knew. "If you are, come with us. We're going." "Going where?" Emerson asked, putting his army men into a satchel. He didn't know whose satchel it was. "Away. It's getting too cramped in this place. Plus, you know, the whole race thing. Let's have a vote, then. Everyone who wants to go, raise your hand!" Maria stated, raising her hand. |
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