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Current 2 liter bottles of Mt Dew were like breakfast/bus ride to school drinks back in my day. They would be gone before the bell rang, and then there were the cans from the school vending machines...
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1 yr ago
@ChronicalMan. Try the Pitt on HBO it's basically Carter all grown up running his own ER.
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1 yr ago
*cries silently as one of her favorite RP's hits 30 days with no pulse* Rest in peace you excellent story. Perhaps one day, we shall meet again.
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1 yr ago
I have the sad, today is day 30 for some of my favorite RP's. They go into archived until life is breathed back into them. Some only have days left on the clock. :(
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1 yr ago
There has been a linguistic shift to far less formal speech over the years here recognizing regional and cultural diversity as well as the acceptance that overly formal manners can be classist
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Lucia laughed as the guys played and teased with each other. It seemed that they all got along well. She raised an eyebrow as he sent the other two into the room ahead of them. What in the world would he need to be alone with her for?

“You seem like a rational and straight forward person and I respect that in people. I’m a no bullshit type of guy so I’m going to tell you why you’re here.” Taking in a deep breath, he stared her down in a moment of silence, mainly to gather up enough courage to tell me. “Your father has been trying to find you for years. And when he finally put two and two together of who you were, he sent us to come retrieve you because if he becomes president, your live could end up becoming a lot more difficult than it already is, no matter how estranged you are. From what we understand, he does not want to be estranged anymore. Mister Erik Wilmer is your father.”

Lucia stared up at him her bright blue eyes wide for a moment. She said nothing for a minute. How exactly did one handle the information given? Her father was alive, and had been looking for her. That was a situation she had never before considered. "I see. So let me get this straight. My father is alive, well, and has been looking for me for years. Not only that but he is leading in the polls to become the next President of the United States. So basically, I went to bed an orphaned waitress, and Now, I am allegedly the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the world. That just sounds Fan Fucking Tastic."

She sighed softly and reached out lightly touching his arm. She knew he was uncomfortable with this whole thing, so a little compassion would likely go far. "Thank you for telling me. I know that wasn't an easy thing for you to do." She gave him a comforting smile. "And I am sorry for saying you have all the personality of a pet rock. I am sure this has probably not been your favorite of all assignments, and I have done nothing to make it easier for you. For that I am sorry."

She pulled her hand back before she could make him more uncomfortable. "I suppose we should go get this over with." She reached out as if she was going to open the door but dropped her hand. He very much seemed to be an old fashioned man, and she figured that it would bother him more than her, besides if what he had just told her was true, she was going to have to get used to far more than just having doors opened for her.

[@sinfullskills] I totally went back and looked at the picture of Erik next to Lucia. The similarities in their eyes is awesome.
hmmmm I am thinking he might not have a choice now. Lucia all but told Elias that She has no idea why she is there. Serge is going to have to tell her, Or Elias will. Elias reminds me of a puppy, young and full of energy. He will say something if Serge doesn't.

I think poor Serge has been backed into a corner. LOL I am sure that it is going to be interesting no matter how it plays out. If Serge tells her she can have a freak out BEFORE she meets her dad. Of course there is always the option of letting her walk in blind and trying to catch up as only one of them knows what is happening.

He pulls Lucia into a hug, which causes her to turn her head towards Serge. "uh... hugging, he is hugging me. WHY is he hugging me?"
@SinfulSkills Poor Serge... I was LOL at his inability to explain, and now... Bwahahahahaha
Lucia was so thankful that he didn't take what she said negatively. She had gotten used to her fatherless status, and being flip about it made it easier for her when dealing with others. She turned her head back out the window as he mentioned this meeting having something to do with her father. She clenched her jaw, it would be her luck that the guy who had been completely absent from her life would affect her future. There was some Irony for Alanis Morrisette.

She was about to ask a few questions but they had arrived. She slid out of the back of the car and was immediately greeted by the bodyguard with a metal detector. Oh fun. If they asked to pat her down she was leaving. She got felt up enough at work, she really wasn't feeling up to breaking fingers today. She stood with her hands out to her sides and her legs spread just past shoulder width apart and waited patiently for the wand to pass over her. This moment she had never been happier she had not tossed on an underwire bra. She had enough experience with airport and school metal detectors to know that they set them off about 10 times out of 20.

She was then approached by the dog and his handler. This part she had no problem with. She actually made a mental note of Ronald's name. She would look up the company listed on Serge's card and try to get an email address for him. She wanted to ask him some questions about running dogs in an emergency situation. Those in charge on a site always had a different opinion of how to handle things than their handlers. She wanted to see if there was a way to bridge the gap between the two.

Lucia fell into step behind Serge taking a quick moment to admire the view. He was certainly blessed with an incredible backside. Her attention was drawn to the side as Elias joined her. That man reminded her of a puppy. He was a bundle of nervous energy under the skin. It fairly radiated from his every pore. He asked her if she was excited and she turned her head and raised an eyebrow. "Excited? For what?"

She had no idea what was going on. She had thought this was a job interview or some internship thing, and now she's been told it has something to do with her father. What exactly that is she has no idea. "I have no earthly idea what there is to get excited about. I've been through this process so many times I could do it in my sleep. Hell if Mister Pritchard had come half an hour earlier I WOULD be doing it in my sleep. questions asked, bullshit regurgitated, handshake given, We will keep you in mind. Good luck have a nice day. Only thing different about today is I got drug out of bed one and a half hours into my daily four hours of sleep by a man who is far to god damn good looking for my peace of mind and has all the personality of a pet rock. But that pet rock bought me coffee so we're cool." Of course she would have accepted a cup of coffee from Atilla the Hun this morning.

She sighed softly, she had no idea why she was here, but the snark wouldn't help her case at all. She owed each and every one of them an apology. The idea stuck in her throat. She hated apologizing, but she knew she was in the wrong. "Sorry. My lack of sleep is not your responsibility, so I apologize for my less than sparkling personality today." Well she was batting 10 for 10 today. What a way to make an impression. First she treats Serge as if everything he said was one big joke, and then she gets snarky with his coworkers. She should just give up and head home now.

The trip seemed to take forever, she just wanted to get this meeting over so she could get to work on time and hopefully not fall asleep standing up. It had happened before. She had gone to work so tired that she would fall asleep waiting for orders to come up.
Sorry was moving cross country just got in at midnight. Going to sleep for an hour or so.
Lucia noticed the softening of his demeanor, but didn't comment on it. A lot of people found the topic bothersome. It didn't bother her at all anymore, but others never quite knew how to handle it.

"Funny.. you say you can't imagine life with out your dad, and I honestly can't imagine my life with one. You weren't insensitive at all. To be honest you can't miss what you never had. I don't know what it is like to have a dad. It doesn't make me sad, or mad, or anything really. It just is what it is, and I have never known anything different. My mom was awesome about it though, she made things special so I didn't mind missing out on the special daddy things. We ordered pizza and rented a movie on the Father Daughter dance nights, and I got to stay home from school and watch the price is right on the donuts with dad days. I grew up never really noticing. So I guess you could say I understand the concept of dads, just not as they apply to me." She said with a small laugh.

"Like what are they for? Shit, I wouldn't know what to do with one... do I feed it? water it? walk him twice a day?" She joked. "I mean I literally have no idea. I get that they aren't pets or houseplants, but lets be honest, I have about as much experience with fathers as I do neurosurgery. I get that they exist, but that's about it."

She sipped her coffee with a shrug. "I mean I guess when I was a kid I would wonder. Every kid does, you play that little mind game, what would it be like if...I mean I used to get mad at my mom, and tell myself it was ok, she wasn't my real mom. My real mom was some super special princess and someday she would come get me and we would run away to fairylandia or whatever. Kid stuff. When I was first in school and kids would ask, I made up stories ya know? Like I told one kid my dad was an astronaut on a super secret special mission to Mars. My mom got so mad at me though, so I eventually stopped."

She gave him a smile when he glanced in the rear view mirror. "But I promise, it doesn't bother me. You know your dad, so if something happened to him your life would change... it would be different. I don't know who mine is, so today this file tells me he is alive, it could have said deceased. That doesn't change my life in anyway."

She knew she was babbling, but she couldn't stop herself. She hated that everything she said made her sound cold and heartless, so she kept talking, and somehow it just made it worse. "I don't think I meant that to sound as harsh and uncaring as it did, but I don't know how else to explain it. I guess it is like being born without something, for example, a thumb, or hand. You understand you are different, but you don't know any other way."

Lol I find his discomfort rather adorable
@SinfulSkills Hopefully she gave him a decent enough opening to broach the subject, and I will be honest. I can't wait to see how he finally tells her.
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