[center][color=Lightblue][h1]Chris Meyer[/h1][/color]

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[hr]His Desk -->> Conference Room
Interacts with Gwen ([@Morose])[hr]

Chris began to write in his notepad, internally giving himself a pat on the back for getting out of a pay cut. He despised the man and his positivity, but he figured he would stop by, say thanks to Fischer and leave. He first began a giant header at the top of the page that said '[i]EXPO[/i]'. He then began to write down things in a list like setting, places, lord, and characters, with a brief description of their backstory. He didn't know what he was writing really, just some fantasy setting, with magic and dragons and such. He began to speak to himself as he wrote down a couple words.
[color=Lightblue]"The fog... Began to clear... As a ghostly light cast itself on... The grass, the dew... Reflecting... It's... Dim... Shine."[/color] As the meeting was called he took his notebook and his pen. He slipped on his fake case that said 'Meeting Notes' so he could write during Aidan's droning. He took a seat next to Gwen, and continued to write, this time silently.

[i]A robed man's hot breath could be seen in the chilly night air, as he walked through the thick foliage of the forest. He was lost, confused, and scared. Al he had was his lamp, and a small dagger which he had out on his right hand. He didn't know where he was, or where... Other things, were. Every twig cracking, grass rustle, and owl call, he turned around in a start, checking to make sure there was nothing behind him. He kept walked by through the waist-high grass, which was now scratching at his arms. Not 15 feet in front of him he heard a clicking sound, and he froze in his tracks. The clicking got louder, and he heard fast footsteps in front of him. He heard a screeching, and then... It all went black.[/i] He crossed out 'EXPO' and put under it, [i]The Mystery of Zeph Lindburgh[/i] he put under [i]that[i] in parentheses, [i]Fantasy/Mystery[/i]. He finally looked up at Gwen, who in his creative state, he didn't even notice. [color=Lightblue]"Hey, do you mind taking a look at this?"[/color] He said, handing her the notepad. [color=Lightblue]"I'm not really one for fantasy... Or mystery, but I decided to give it a try."[/color]