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”Why does my back ache?” (OoC)

Click, click, click-click, click-click-click-click-click, click, click-click-click….

“How’s it coming, Fiedler?” Adam leaned back in his office chair and glanced over his shoulder, smiling sheepishly.

“It’s all good, Mr. D,” he said, swiveling his chair more to face the massive man.

“That’s what I like to hear, kid,” Mr. Delaware boomed in his super macho-manly voice that emanated from beneath his super macho-manly mustache, “As soon as you’ve finished, why don’t you head on home, son?”

“Sure thing. Thanks, Mr. D,” he grinned as the man walked away from the entrance of his dingy little cubical.

“Mr. D," Adam said quietly to himself as he turned back to face his computer, “Mr. Douchebag. Mr. Dickweed. Mr. Dumbass. Mr. Do-all-my-work-you-shitty-little-intern-while-I-beat-off-to-Celine-Dion-and-continue-to-do-jackshit-around-here.... Ergh….”

Fuck. He had obviously been sitting in that damned office chair for far too long. Adam gripped his desk and leaned as far back as he could without tipping over, suppressing a yawn as he stretched his aching back. He only had roughly 20 minutes worth of work left to do, but he wasn’t in any rush to get home. Melissa had been on one lately… and it wasn’t just her PMSing either….

Adam stood up from his chair and started heading towards the water cooler. All but maybe one or two other cubicals still had their lights on and Adam was fairly sure they were only on because the people working there forgot to turn them off. The entire office building was otherwise dark and totally silent, save the distant whistling of the janitor in the bathroom, clanking about as he replaced toilet paper rolls and adjusted toilet seats. It was almost eerie.

Nearing the water cooler, Adam pulled a small paper cup from the stack, but paused just before filling it. He heard something rather… abnormal. This was far from Adam’s first and only late night at work before—what with Mr. Delware always dumping his work load on Adam and forcing him to stay late-- but this particular sound was something somewhat familiar, but far too out-of-place to possibly be real. Adam will swear that the intentions of his investigation were by no means perverted, but whether it was curiosity or moral corruption, the noise still led Adam all the way to the office of Mr. Dickweed himself.

The shutters around his glass encased office were closed, but the door was slightly cracked open—emitting a low blue light that was most likely coming from his computer screen.

“Oh, Greg!” a soft voice moaned seductively.

Oh… my… god. Adam wasn’t sure whether to feel sick or impressed. Did he actually have a woman in there? He snickered silently to himself. Most likely whoever was in there wasn’t Mrs. Delware, Adam would wager. Wow—what a total dick. Worst boss ever AND a total cheater. How low could you get?

He was just about to turn and high tail it to his desk before anyone noticed he was creeping, but before he could so much as move, the door creaked open and a woman appeared, clad in bright red lingerie and a long, heavy petticoat-- which she hadn’t quite buttoned up yet. Adam’s jaw dropped, but it wasn’t for her D-cups. The woman looked like she couldn’t possibly be older than 25 whereas Mr. D, despite his fairly good looks, had to be at least 50.

At first Adam figured the woman must simply be a very well-paid prostitute, but what she did next seemed to disprove that idea. The woman brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her face and stared at Adam apprehensively—like she was scared shitless. She quickly rushed past him, tightly synching her petticoat with her hands as she made a beeline for the hallway. He turned and watched her leave, but she paused just before rounding the corner.

“Please d-don’t tell anybody,” she stammered shakily with a frown. And just like that she was gone.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing lurking around my office, Fiedler?” Mr. D’s voice sounded from behind him. Adam grit his teeth and turned slowly. The man’s hair looked barely tousled and he leaned up against the doorframe in his beige suit with his arms crossed like nothing had happened at all.

“I’m sorry, sir. Uhm—I was just going to ask you if you’d like me to send it to you or Ricky to review once I’ve finished.”

“Send it to me, son. Like always,” Mr. D grumped.
“Alright, sir. Thank you, sir. Just making sure…,” Adam quickly turned and began walking back to his cubical as quickly as he could without looking like he was running.

“Better watch yourself, Fiedler,” Mr. D added darkly just before Adam could clear the corner—caught in the same place that girl had stopped, “You really better watch yourself. Now hurry up and finish that report.”

He quickly scampered back to his cubical to finish his work. What the hell was that….?

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Just to be sure it didn't get overlooked by the influx of posts-- FateWeaver, you saw my post, right?

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

I never want to see another human heart as long as I live....

I'll get a post up once my mind stops pulsating with echos of words like pulmonary, atriovascular, and coronary....

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

I'll be able to post either Tuesday night or Wednesday once I get this anatomy test taken care of.

”Why does my back ache?” (OoC)

I'll get a post up probably either Tuesday or Wednesday. I've got a big exam on Monday/Tuesday morning so we'll see......

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

"Sorry, I should pay more attention to what I say. And yeah, there's nothing really to do about it. It just puts me on edge. I go from being invisible one week to the spotlight the next. Just doesn't sit right…. Sorry, I should probably leave you to your lunch.” By now they were in the lunchroom, sitting at one of the smaller tables where nobody was likely to hear them over the typical lunchroom buzz of numerous conversations. Liza listened pensively as Thomas spoke, sucking on the inside of her cheek. Had she sounded hurt before? Why was he apologizing so much? She slightly frowned without turning to him—pulling out her pudding cup and a plastic spoon.

“You’ll get used to it,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “And I’d rather you just say what you mean without trying so hard not to offend me…. I’m not just some delicate flower that’s gonna break down crying if you don’t think my hair is pretty, y'know?”

She wanted to say more. She wanted to tell him she truly didn't care what he thought, so it didn't really matter what he said. And that she didn’t want his pity. She wanted to tell him to stop acting so high and mighty like he never laughed at a Loose Liza joke before or just sat by complacently as people shamelessly spread outrageous lies and rumors about her. She had little faith in the quiet boy's ability to stand up to most of the loud, raucous pricks Liza dealt with on a weekly basis. But this was normal for her.

People are always the picture of benevolence when they’re talking to your face. Was sympathizing with her Tom’s good work of the day? Jesus must be so proud.

“I know people talk shit about me and I stopped caring a looooong time ago,” she sighed, placing a spoonful of pudding onto her tongue. “I’d be more worried about what you’re going to say to those inspectors when they come busting through your door.”

She pointed her spoon at him, “Or what people around here are going to say to them—not each other.”

If the police can’t find enough evidence right away—it’s the rumors that are going to tie them to that suspect list. Liza knew this… and honestly? For the first time in a long time she felt frightened of something other than the dark. After what happened between Sierra and Liza, she was never sure exactly which version of the story prevailed…. But if it was the one she was thinking of, she could be in some trouble. She blinked a couple times, realizing she’d just zoned out for a few seconds there and shoved more pudding into her mouth.

“You were her friend, right?” she glanced at him suddenly, “You’ll probably be fine. It’s not like you’ve got anything to hide.”

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Yeah that was half of my question.... Although I'm not really sure if that post tells me much about Sierra herself so much as it does about her sisters-- particularly Lyn. If you're wanting to keep it more of a secret that you're going to reveal along the way, that's fine-- but if that's the case I could use a bit of help via PM in coming up with a way in which my character can more believably be involved with Sierra.... I'll send you some ideas I have for now, but I'd like your help in deciding since you know exactly what Sierra is like and what would make the most sense.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

There was never any specification as to how collab posts ought to be done. Therefore it doesn't matter. Nobody was wrong and nobody was right. So let's all take a breath and forget about it.

Now, in an effort to change the subject... How about them Steelers?

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Hey Vicier, did you see the PM I sent you?