Out of curiosity, when will the IC for this start?
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Date: Monday August 1st, 2016 ~ Morning
You know, when they say that the New Castle branch has a high rate of employee turnover, people tend to brush it off. They don't understand how rare it is for anyone to last here, with most new employees quitting within a week. If you make it past that terrible week, you're likely a lifer. You're accustomed to seeing new faces each week, and you probably know a fair deal of the temps that the temp agency sends over. More of them will be arriving later that day, once Aidan gets a chance to deal with the latest round of LLA....
Remember our dear friend, Temperance Venable? Our new accountant? She just received news of the death of a family. Quit, upped and left to head off to Nebraska in order to be with them. They hadn't even finished processing her paperwork yet, and already, they were having to process her termination. But hey, the accounting family can't have any worse luck, right? It's just Gerald back there now, after all...
And sweet Nana Darling, our Customer Service Representative? Relax, she's fine! During the meeting, she discreetly checked her phone. She'd been offered a position in upper management at a rival paper company. With the added pay and benefits, it made complete sense to the young Customer Service Representative. She excused herself in the middle of the meeting, went over and collected her things, and went on her merry way. There isn't even time for an office party.
Declan, Declan, Declan....Oh, how Aidan would wish death upon thee! Declan followed Nana out of the Conference Room. Hearing her confession she was going to leave, Declan made a confession of his own. The two left Dunder Mifflin, hand in hand. What a happy turn of events, folks!
@QueenOfTheBee: Kayla gets a bit of an amusing sight. As she sits there, numerous employees walk out of the office, never to be seen again. Declan, Nana, and Temperance. The first pair seem to be happy, while the last one has red eyes, puffy from crying. Does this unnerve you? You've likely been warned about New Castle before, under advice to apply at the other branches, and to avoid the arse of a boss, Aidan. No one seems to be coming over to you, though. Maybe you should go find whoever's in charge?
@The Whacko @Fabricant451 @AbysmalDemon @samreaper @sakurasan @QueenOfTheBee: In the midst of Eduard's speech, one of the phones starts to ring. Because everyone has the same ringtone, it's impossible really to tell who the phone belongs to. It could be your sickly grandmother....or it could be a client....or just a wrong number! With no receptionist, someone has to go answer it.
Aidan Ferguson
Location: The Conference Room; Dunder Mifflin
Seeing that no one had any questions, Aidan couldn't have been happier. He was hardly irritated when some of his employees left in the middle of the meeting, and through the glass, he watched them gather up their things. Making a mental note to call the temp agency as soon as this was over, he also noticed the Asian woman waiting around nervously. Must have been there to interview for the accounting position, he figured. Pondering a bit how long she'd last, Aidan returned his attention to Eduard.
"Keep these things quick, lads!" Aidan instructed, frowning a bit. He just knew that Chris would spend a bloody year back there, the cunt. As much as he hated Chris, well, despised him...he still wanted the lad to work. The seminars and peer reviews tended to take more time out of the day then he'd like. "Keep these to a minute or less if you can!"
For a moment, Aidan contemplated giving out bonuses to anyone who only spent thirty seconds on peer reviews. There was probably some archaic company policy against that, however. Narrowing his eyes slightly at Gerald, Aidan became increasingly irritated by the smug smile on his face. Fischer was the bane of his existence at times, him and his happiness! The lad would need to learn the true power of the dark side of the force...
"Excellent point, Eugene," Aidan praised, temporarily distracted. "It'll be quicker if we just do it all in here. Fischer, when you're done, go and get people prepped for interviews....And stop bloody smiling!"
Gwen Westbrook
Location: The Conference Room; Dunder Mifflin
Gwen glanced up from her book softly, smiling discreetly at the cameras. They'd followed them into the Conference Room, true to form. Taking her pencil, she jotted down some basic notes on Emily's latest movements. And true to her stalkerish tendencies, she took them all down in Spanish. The way Emily looked at Chris, Gwen was fairly certain something was going on there. She'd called Nana and Declan becoming an item ages before they rushed out of the Conference Room together.
Maybe this'll be a reference thing.... Gwen pondered, tapping her pen against the paper. She supposed she could turn these notes in when applying for a job with the PD, as a method to prove her deductive skills. However, when Eduard took over, Gwen's curiosity peaked. She'd never been asked to do a peer review before, this being her first and only summer with Dunder Mifflin New Castle. The entire thing seemed...odd, to her.
"It'll all end up on television anyways," Gwen pointed out. "We're all going to know what we said, so there isn't much point in doing it separately..."
Of course, Gwen truly didn't care about the peer reviews themselves. It just seemed like something interesting would have to occur. Perhaps someone would get mad and shout at Chris. Maybe Aidan would finally have the ulcer she'd been expecting him to get. Someone could break down crying in a teary confession of unrequited love. It's be more entertaining than helping out Gerald, since the accounting staff all left.
@fluorescent Quite vacant. :) Check out the first post of the OOC for "SLOT OPEN" markings. I think we've got about 6-7 openings.
@alexfangtalon Reminder that you've hit day 5 on your post counter, need to get a post in before it switches over to day 8.
I'll be posting an update tomorrow. :) I'll also be bringing in some NPCs from a temp agency to fill in until people make more characters to fill vacancies.
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey
Scarleth gazed coolly at the new planet, dressed head to toe in her usual armor. The cloth across her face provided needed warmth, and while some of her more extravagant features were hidden, the curvature of her body was hard to hide. Her weapons already stowed in the many holsters of the gear, Scarleth smirked slightly. She craved the rush of bloodlust, the release with each life she claimed. It was the closest thing to an emotion that she allowed herself to feel, allowed herself to crave more of.
Exiting the airlock with the others, Scarleth kept her gaze focused forward, her augmented eye setting to work. Each individual near her received a slight marker, with the distance and angle required for an effortless kill calculated before a single second passed. It was an automatic program, one that served her well through her time. Exit strategies were outlined, all of the accompanied with success ratings, lower the more dangerous and foolish the attempt. To anyone who glanced at her replaced eye, it appeared identical to her natural one, as if she wasn't just a serial killer who accepted credit cards.
Scarleth frowned slightly, glancing at the four ships in the hangar. Making a mental note of it, she didn't note any obvious signs of life. The ships merely remained there in position. Ruby Red quietly approached each additional ship, scanning them quickly. Her suspicions were confirmed: they were empty. Rejoining the group, with her silence and stealthiness that came with her line of work, she doubted anyone would have noted her temporary absence.
The first hallway presented a sight Scarleth was accustomed to: corpses. Despite Callum and the others stepping over them, Scarleth bent down next to them, examining them quickly. Holes had torn apart the bodies, likely gunshot wounds. The lack of blood tipped her off, however. Grimacing a bit, Scarleth knew there were only a few methods in which to avoid spilling blood. The blood pressure would have to be eliminated.
Perhaps the guards were already dead. And judging from the direction they ran towards, the attack occurred internally. It wasn't from an invading outside source. It was something already there on the planet. Scarleth frowned slightly--if her thinking was correct, they were headed straight for it.
More corpses and more emptiness only appeared to confirm Scarleth's premonitions. Only the hum of equipment broke the silence, for the most part. Power supply is still operational, Scarleth confirmed to herself. The possibility then of the guards' blood pressure dropping drastically from severe cold was then ruled out. Laser guns could instantly cauterize a wound, of course, but she doubted it. The corpses didn't seem to have the telltale burn marks.
Absorbing the schematic, Scarleth's eye flagged the various discoveries on it. The laboratory seemed as good as any of a spot to start, especially with the lack of scientists. Personnel records would be kept, Scarleth figured. Quietly approaching one of the computer terminals, Scarleth turned the volume off, typing in a command for the computer to generator closed captions. She didn't dare make too loud a sound. She knew they likely weren't alone.
Scarleth stepped back, glancing at the screen, as she waited for the personnel logs to be displayed. Waving over One-Arm, she motioned towards the computer program, communicating silently. She wasn't a hacker by trade. With his computer augmentation, however, she figured that he'd be able to crack it. The logs would be crucial.
Raising a finger to her lips, she indicated the need for absolute silence.
@AbysmalDemon I'll give you a slight extension. Let me know if you need more than 2 days.
Yeah, next to die - Tatiana or Jack - Place your bets people.
Jack. I have gifs for it.
Jack Hudson
Location: Building F
Jack grinned, watching Tatiana as she went off to take a shower. Touching the cheek she kissed, he was a bit relieved when he found there hadn't been any deer blood there. That would've put a damper on the mood. Sitting down next to his pack, he fetched his fraying rope, setting to work on his latest project. Given that they finally found a spot of stability, Jack was able to start working on it, without Tatiana noticing. He couldn't help but be thankful he'd gotten pretty good at knot work since the walkers started raining hell on the world. And sure, it wasn't a diamond ring--but he didn't want to live a single day without Tatiana.
Having managed to use the frayed ends of the rope to separate off a decent sized piece, he heard Tatiana coming over. Quickly shoving his project away, he grinned up at her. While she still looked lovely covered in dirt and grime, he couldn't deny that she looked positively dazzling. "You look amazin', Tati," Jack exclaimed, rising from his spot on the floor. He gave her a peck on the cheek, enjoying how adorable she looked with the toothpaste.
Heading into the shower, Jack had abandoned his clothes on the floor, positive that they smelled worse than a three year old walker in the Georgia heat. Stepping into the warm spray of water, goosebumps traveled up and down his skin. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real shower. Dirt and grime fell to the ground as he washed, sucked up by the drain. To Jack, it felt like he was scrubbing away those three years of hell. Closing his eyes as the water fell on his body, Jack let out a sigh of relief.
It was almost like it was all over.
Shutting off the water, Jack got out of the shower, quickly drying himself off. He wanted to spend as much time with Tatiana as he could. If he could keep eyes on her constantly, then that'd be ideal. Newnan seemed to be a paradise -- but even paradise can have snakes in the garden. He changed into the clean clothing, marveling a bit at the lack of sweat and blood covering it. It's the little things in life. He couldn't help but feel he could get used to this.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Crash Site in Arnco Mills, Georgia
Édouard's eyes shut, preparing himself for the end. Svetlana would leave him in the car to rot, and if she was merciful, with a bullet in his brain. In his mind's eye, he saw Grenoble, his childhood home. The great snowy mountaintops, the beautiful streets alongside the edge of a massive river. His older sisters, Alisanne and Darcey never appreciated the call of water as he did. They despised him, hating that their childish little brother was destined to run the family business, no matter their own qualifications. But he had never been cut out for that sort of life--the sea was in his veins, with his fancies changing in the blink of an eye, rising and crashing like waves.
"Édouard Gautier Riviere, né sur le dix sept janvier...l'année dix neuf cent quatre-vingts sept..." Édouard murmured, unable to even conjure up the English words. At least Svetlana would know who he was. He doubted Alisanne or Darcey knew he was alive, but he was certain the pair of them were out there somewhere, holed up in a bunker in France. They were personne qui déchire. He coughed a bit, his vision spinning a bit from either blood loss or fear. Svetlana's bangs, once the ugliest sight in the world to him, became his anchor to reality.
That was, of course, until he heard French. His eyes jolted open, gazing at the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Her French was atrocious to him, heavily accented, but it sounded like the sweetest music. "Tu es l'ange de la mort?" Édouard spluttered, his eyes on Amelia, as wide as a child's. He winced as Svetlana went about her work, screaming feebly every so often whenever a great deal of pain erupted within him.
"Tu parles anglais...gredine..." he chuckled a bit, slightly delirious. His grin was almost crazed, and part of him doubted that Amelia was real. Perhaps Svetlana couldn't see her. Of course, all of that vanished when Svetlana covered his mouth. Instantly, Édouard knew exactly what was going on.
Svetlana was attempting to kill him! Struggling against her, he started to scream as best as he could, hoping that Amelia would intervene. However, he stopped in his efforts when he came to a more damning conclusion. Amelia was helping Svetlana murder him! His eyes widened with despair, and he thought over the struggles of his long, weary life as Svetlana finished cleaning up his wounds, and removed him from the car with Amelia.
It was such a struggle, after all, to grow up without a want in the world...with a house filled with servants...all the riches anyone could ever desire...The poor little cabbage.
"...Quoi?" Édouard exclaimed, realizing that he could, in fact, feel his leg. It was sore, but as he experimentally twitched it, nothing seemed to be broken. In fact, even his wounds seemed to be doing better. Glancing over at Svetlana and Amelia with astonishment, his suspicions were confirmed. Amelia, without a doubt, was his guardian angel.
"Merci beaucoup!" Édouard exclaimed, as il fait la bise à Svetlana et Amelia. A goofy grin on his face, he glanced around quickly, seeing no walkers in sight. He always knew he was one of the best people alive. It seemed the universe agreed with him, keeping him safe from harm, and in the company of two très belle filles.
"Allons-y?"
@Nevix has not posted within the required time limit. He was warned via PM about his post counter and is thus removed from the RP. Lady Luck will deal with Declan in the next update.
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