The_Ninjin

((This is Clarence's last meeting at work. Ok, lets try and start coming to the end of the work day (for those that haven't and those that don't have night shifts) and going home and whatever your nightlife consists of... who wants to be at work all the time... Remember that Christmas is in about a week so factor that in with your character and story as well. I'm sure someone has to have some kind of Christmas spirit, maybe not ))

It opened when she knocked and she looked in. "Mr Thomas, I'm Doctor Morse. I was told you wished to talk to me.

Jennifer walked in to see Clarence's face covered by his open briefcase on his desk. She could briefly hear him mumbling something about "tonight" and "last time".

"Come in," Clarence said a little louder than normal, clearing his throat and closing the briefcase, "Have a seat."

After Jennifer took her shoes off and sat down, Thomas stared at Jennifer. He stared directly into her eyes. His body was leaned to one side, two fingers rested on the temple of his head. Clarence didn't say a word. He continued to peer deeply at Jennifer. It wasn't in a sexual "I want you" sort of way, but it was still creepy and uncomfortable nonetheless.

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Ever since lunch had ended, the day almost seemed to inch by whenTravis and Preston had gotten back to work. Neither men talked to each other and what was worse was that there wasn't much work to do that afternoon to keep them busy.

"I'm going to walk around a little bit, stretch the legs," Travis placed his headset down and stood up.

Preston continued to look at his computer screen, ignoring his friend.

Travis shook his head and walked to the elevators. HE didn't really know where he was going. Sometimes he enjpyed closing his eyes and pressing one of the many number-laden buttons that took him to a different floor in the building. This time was no different. Travis opened his eyes to see that he had pressed the eleventh floor.

The elevators moved with unusual speed, travis always noticed. It reminded him of the freefall rides they have at the amusement parks. When the doors opened again, he recognized where he was and smiled. The floor looked almost like his, except a different manner of business was conducted here.

He stepped out and made his way through the twists and turns of the office area. Every cubicle had its own personality, a work of art. It was like walking through a museum sometimes. There was one, however, that never ceased to amaze him. A cubicle that had nothing in it or on it.

Except a small glass globe on a simple wooden stand.

Travis could already hear the jingling music as he got closer and closer to the cubicle.

"Heya Walter," Travis sat his arm on the top of the cubicle wall as he leaned, "ya got a minute?"

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Monica had answered her last call of the day. It was alreay going on 5 and she still needed to get ready for class. As if evening traffic wasn't enough, it was the Christmas season and it was snowing.

Vanessa, you're on your own.

Monica stood up and clocked herself out on the computer before she shut it all down. She liked the job, but she was always ready to leave. Monica grabbed her purse, and a few files of paperwork and headed to the elevator.

It was a long ride from the top floor, but she didn't mind.

Next stop class then.... party hardy.

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((You'll know of HUGE events much before they happen, from writer to writer. And if it does end up worrying you, slow your character's roll.))

"...Your security and ability to adapt to change are going to directly affect my ability to make millions of dollars an hour for this company, not to mention my own paycheck.”

Clarence's eyes never blink, nor did they change from their deep and absorbing nature. To the untrained eye, you would have thought he hadn't breathed. He cleared the schedule of his mind and opened it completely to what Ryan Creese had to say. This was how the CEO conducted business. His mind was beyond a steel trap and the levels of complacency in his life was only diminished by being his own savior to the problem. Clarence, when he conducted business, made sure he didn't miss a thing. If that wasn't enough, he had a listening device constructed within the room for private review later on. He only turned it on when he felt the need. This was one of those times.

"Mr. Creese," the bass in Clarence's voice was low and full of suspect, "so far you have wasted my time, telling me information that I have made the standard for. I need not be reminded of such things. My patience runs thin. Please continue."

Creese smiled as he offered a handshake to Mr Thomas and took a seat.

"...“Everyone expects that, because of our reputations, this is going to be a busy week. I have clients lined up to look at your line that you’ve never done business with, and quite frankly, I need the time to prepare. Unless you want to waste some time.”

Either Thomas would fire him right now for not kissing his butt, or Mr. Thomas would get a feel for what to expect from him. Either way, he liked to have his cards out on the table to begin with. Besides, the offer from Crey expired in twenty four hours and if it isn’t going to work out with Tharomar…

Clarence blinked for the first time and averted his sight to the the glass that comprised his desk. He pressed a button on the chairs arm and the rollaway seat turned Clarence's direction to the window.

There were several moments of silence before Clarence answered. Part of it to think about his meeting that night. Another part of it was as to how this may effect his timeline. And then there was the part that cautioned himself everytime he started a piece of business with a new associate. He had already made his decision. That had been made when he walked into the room.

"You will speak with Omaro Vasquez. He possesses all the information you will need. Time is of the essence, Mr. Creese. If you feel that this could be a lucrative transaction, then by all means, I look forward to your business. If not, however..."

Clarence's chair faced Ryan's direction once more. He stopped with a slight jerk and leaned forward onto the table, elbows bent, hands folded together. A faint smile barely made onti his face.

"I look forward to your business."

Clarence leaned back into his chair again, signifying their meeting was complete and turned to his Blackberry to check his schedule book. He hadn't yet gained the personal respect for Mr. Creese. There were times when respect was just business. It wasn't the same in your normal everyday situation. Especially when it came down to the life and times of Tharomar.

Jennifer Morse...

Clarence set the phone down and pressed the intercom button.

"Monica, send in Jennifer Morse and Vanessa, take Mr. Creese to Omaro Vasquez, personally," Vanessa knew what it meant when it came to escorting.

"Ms. Morse isn't here yet. I think she may still be getting clearance to come up," came Monica's voice.

Clarence Thomas never liked to repeat himself, but Monica was new and he still had remnants of a heart left. Very. Small. Remnants.

"Send in Ms. Morse."

"Yessir."

Once Mr. Creese had finally walked out of the office, Vanessa quickly stood up and straightened herself nervously. She had been watching the door in anticipation for when he would step out.

"Mr. Creese," Vanessa smiled, "If you will follow me, I can take you who you need to see."

And maybe what you want to see... Vanessa's eyes subtly surveyed Ryan's body as she slowly stepped from behind her desk. She approached the floor elevator and waited.

Monica phoned Security, "Hey, its Monica. Send up Ms. Morse if you haven't already. Mr. Thomas is ready to see her. Thanks."

Monica hung up the phone and stole a look over to her friend. She couldn't help but smile as she shook her head and went back to an excel project she was working on.

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((Hey, what time is it anyway? Blood Wolffe has sometime the next day, I've got about 5 AM the next morning, Hallucinogen has sometime at night after getting home from work, Spectral Bind has quarter to 8, Essex has 6...

I'm just asking so it's easier for character interaction ))

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((Could be a problem with this one, being on a 9 to 5 schedule and all, Usually I just avoid time references. But yes, I am on the next day all ready for all your interaction needs. Will let everyone catch up.))

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((This is where paying attention comes in. For some in the thread, it may be morning, others it may be afternoon. There was a morning meeting and my secretaries were at lunch already... the time wil be different for some. Now, as far as going into the next day, you can go all the way up to Christmas... but just know that you will be doing a lot of waiting as far as interaction goes. Usually, if you do get ahead, I find it is the best time for relfections, back stories, or character description... up to you. Yea, I do not intend for everyone to be in the same time, all the time. If there's someone who is having dinner at home, already left for the day and you were looking to talk with them... well I hope you have their cell, lol. Either that, or it will have to wait till the next work day. This is also where PM planning comes into play. Talk it up with the other members when you want to have something done. I'm sure there won't be too much problem when it comes to interaction. Thats what this is all about anyway right.))

((I was referring to Plague... you're fine.
They're right tho.
And why not ask yet... theres gonna be questions... specially when it deas with something inconsistent with the original story. Might want to give the people a little something))

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((Always got something to say...

GO WRITE A BLOG, DANG... ))

Two blocks away from the Two-Six and Nadia was still fuming from her recent episode. It wans't necessarily her life that she was afraid for. She could defend herself. It wasn't even the fact that they were fought against by the others that had caught them in the basement.

It was her brother. For the first time, he didn't come after her. She even began to walk slower as she got farther away, but she never heard his voice or felt his presence. This bothered her. She felt alone in the world, but her stubborn attitude never allowed her to show it. To show that she needed him as much as he needed her. Aidan just had a better resistance to tough love than she did.

As the young woman saw the floating can and jumped a little. He waited until she looked around wildly and found him floating above her. “Thought you could use another one. I know I always can. Caffeine withdrawal is a b***h, isn’t it.”

Nadia's eyes glazed over with a shade of earthen brown for a moment before she realized that it would only put her in the same predicament as before. She was weaker without Aidan just as he was without her. HE was still considerably stronger than her in strength, but she possessed more power.

"Go away, this is all your fault anyway," The young adept turned her back on the floating sugar rush and crossed her arms, nearly knocking a passer-by over.

She continued walking toward the train station.

((For those that caught it and got jokes... thank you. As I defend the tiny-ness of a 5'5' girl.... in my mind, I know that when I typed this up her description at work, she was 5'2". 2, 5, tomato, tomatoe...they're still short. ))

((Nice read, Plague...))

"Oh, so I got this message today from this guy on mypage.com and he was all talking this mess about 'hey baby, whats up'. Ugh, so pathetic. Guys need better material, I swear," Vanessa opened up her purse to pull out her compact mirror to refresh herself.

At 5'2" tall and 120 pounds, she was tiny. She had beautiful brown hair that flowed a little past her shoulders, that she liked to keep in a ponytail, more out of habit than anything. However, during work hours, she usually twisted it up and held it in by a pair of hair sticks, allowing the sideends of her bangs to flow freely in front of her face. The sticks were blue, green, and black to match her green business suit and lowcut black blouse. She bottomed it all off with a pair of black pumps that held emeralds in the front. Her eyes were green, and she had no vision problems.

Vanessa turned her face to one side and then to the other as she examined herself in the small circular mirror, "Perfect."

"Why do you even go to that site? its retarded. Nothing but this loser and that loser trying to get a nut with the person who will take things beyond the cyber world," Monica retorted harshly.

"Nu uh, its a place for friends," Vanessa smiled and winked at her friend.

"Whatever," Monica dropped the subject, "Gimme that," Monica said and swiped the compact from Vanessa.

"Hey, get your own," Vanessa cried.

Monica cut her eyes over to her co-worker, "This is my own. Shut up," she looked herself over for a moment and returned the compact to Vanessa's purse.

Monica was not really one to worry about how she looked. She was content with the way she looked. However, if a mirror is readily available, she will take the time to make sure there isn't something stuck in her teeth. She never felt like she was more attractive than Vanessa, but she definitely had no problem attaining her fair share of men. Her curvaceous figure, which Vanessa secretly coveted, took care of that. Her pitch black hair was shortly layered and contained random sun-colored highlights. She wore a short black skirt with a matching jacket. Her blouse was white only because Mr. Thomas said she had to stop wearing all black. He called her Johnny Cash's illegitimate stepchild.

At 5'5", the 120lbs, blue eyed Monica was part-loner. She lived on her own and preferred it that way, but had the people skills to hold valued friendships that she still kept at a distance when she wanted to. That was how she played her life - on the outside looking in.

Vanessa opened up the small drawer just underneath the table portion of the desk in front of her and pulled outher schedule book. She opened it to the current week and studied her plans.

"Hey," she asked Monica without looking out, "What did you get me for Christmas?"

"Yea, right," Monica stifled a laugh, "thats what boyfriends are for."

Vanessa closed the book with a quickness and rolled her eyes, "I haven't had a boyfriend for months."

"Then who is that guy thats been keeping you warm at night," Monica enjoyed dishing into Vanessa's life. It made the time go by. Otherwise, she wouldn't care much.

"That guy comes home at all hours of the night, too consumed in his work to even notice me walk by in my favorite underwear carrying his favorite food. I dont know... I think its time for a change."

"A change like... that, maybe," Monica pointed to Mr. Thomas' door and indicated the man that had walked in.

"Hmm," Vanessa said with a lustful smile, "he was cute."

"Eh, not my type," the phone rang and Monica reached forward to pick it up.

"Tharomar Enterprises, Mr. Thomas's office, how may I help you," her voice was overly professional with a hint of pleasant girly sweetness that most loved to hear on the phone. It made them feel like their call was expected and desired. She learned that from Vanessa. Had it not been for her, she probably wouldn't even have had a job where she was.

Clarence Thomas didn't need two secretaries. he barely needed one, what with the private life he always tried to live. Truth was, Thomas had a sweet spot for Vanessa and Monica came along as a favor for her.

Clarence looked out over the city. It was one if his favorite things to do. It allowed him to continually see vision. He could see as far as the light hit and that's what he wanted.

It also opened his mind to thinking. he spent much of his time here thinking as well. Many of the company's biggest ideas or decisions came from the reaches of his window.

There was only one thought on his mind at the moment. A sticky note that was left on his door.

It's being built now. I'll bring it up tomorrow morning for a test run.

Dr. McCourd

The scientist, with all his smarts, lacked private courtesy and professionalism, which made him quite a vulnerable opponent. In the end, Clarence Thomas was confident that he would eventually dispose of him as he did with anyone else that he no longer had a use for.

Just another ant on the bottom floor...

"Mr. Thomas," the intercom buzzed through to his office.

Clarence turned around and leaned in to press the return button, "What is it, Vanessa?"

"There is a Mister Creese here to see you."

A cautious eyebrow raised at this comment, a day early. Trying to catch me off guard perhaps.

The situation already spelled danger for Clarence Thomas. he was a man who liked things set in stone, for a reason. However, due to the inefficiency of his R&D section, this may prove to be more lucrative than he imagined.

"I'll see him."

Outside the office, Vanessa's surprised eyes looked over at Ryan, who had been listening the whole time. With his award-winning smile, he stood up to enter Mr. Thomas' office.
As he opened the door, Vanessa strained her neck over desk, nearly falling over, to see the man until she couldn't anymore. When the door shut, she sucked her teeth lightly.

"Who was that," Monica stood in the walkway to Clarence's office. She held her clipboard close to her chest.

"Something handsome this way comes," Vanessa replied and picked up the phone to make appointment reminders.

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"Mr. Creese," Clarence stood as he walked into the office, "to what do I owe the pleasure of you arriving here a day ahead of your appointed time," the question was accusatory. Thomas was on the edge. He did not appreciate schedule changes, but allowed this one because he knew, just as much as Creese knew, that this was an important meeting.

((So... I said no more than 3 characters for now... bu after a little sory developing, I found that I need control of a few more than that... so dont know about you but I need more than 3. Therefore, I open that to all of you. Bring in as many as you feel you can control and keep up with. Have a great holiday weekend... even if you have to work, make the best of it somehow ))

((All other corporate heads, begin your brief for Tharomar. Basic updates, any chages, and new employees, plus whatever else you want to add))

Damn him.

This was Tharomar's way of having his fun. He knew that the chip wasn't ready. And if he didn't, it didn't matter. The fact was, that it wasn't ready and Clarence didn't want that to let on. So he did what any other man could do his position.

He evaded the question.

"Well, I have not spoken with Dr. Ethan McCourd since this morning, but he guaranteed results," or else, "I imagine that there is no issue with the Z-chip's completion. We have brought the best and the brightest here Mr. Tharomar. Failure si not an option."

Clarence threw up in his mouth.

"In other news," he said and faced his laptop screen to open up several files, "Sacred Pass is coming along ahead of schedule... as usual," Thomas' smug look said it all to Howard.

Clarence sent the pictures he had been looking at earlier to the projector screen for all to view. The slide show progressed of various construction paths and sites. Several foundations were already laid in the short amount of time they had had already to begin building.

"As you can see, The Pass promises to hold a bright future for Tharomar Enterprises. I have no doubt, that by the end of this quarter, we'll be looking at a brand new community, ready for big business."

((Yea, Essex's post was while I was writing mine...))

((Since the other guard was "Random Garage Guard #1", can we assume that they are both there now?

And Jenne, Julienne, welcome. No worries, Jenne, I don't see this gettin all crazy like Brightstar, which is an amazing concept by the way, so post when you can.))

Clarence Thomas shifted in his chair and cleared his throat before speaking. He became impatient when he was around Howard and wanted nothing more than to relieve himself of his presence as soon as possible. This meeting, more or less, was to fill him in on things he felt the need to know about. Sometimes Clarence wondered why he was even given this position if Howard was going to be digging in everything that happened at the company. To him, Tharomar saw him as a joke.

We'll see who's joke is on who when Tharomar is-

"Sorry I'm late, Chief," Khell huffed as he jogged up to the conference room door.

Straightening his jacket and adjusting his shoulder holster, Khell stepped through the door, nodded at everyone inside, and took up his post on the right side of the doors.

This is who we were waiting on? This is the reason I have been waiting? I believe a shift change may be in order. Something of the graveyard kind.

Clarence slid his chair forward and pressed a button on his computer. He brought his briefcase onto the table and rested it next to the computer, patting it once for good measure. He never wanted to bring attention to it, but it was always with him wherever he went.

"Ok, Mr. Tharomar, if it's right with you, perhaps we can get started," Clarence cringed at the respect due when he called him "Mr." This was going to have to end soon.

((Yea, im used to snow that early...normal for me, but since there is depravity...))

((Can I have some snow now with my jingle bells since I can't have it with my cranberry sauce...? ))

((Essex, Soviet, Khell, Hal, Zeta, Orodreth, and Cowman... thanks for testing this out. Preciate ya being here as well. Hope we can all get a little crazy in here...))

((And for those lookin for a timeframe, its December 18, 2006... a Monday.))

Travis and Preston sat down under the umbrella of one of the deli's tables and enjoyed some sandwiches and hot chocolate.

"Dina's Deli. Man this stuff is incredible," Travis smiled and gave a sideways glance to the vendor owner, Dina, who smiled back at the compliment.

"I think its the Dina rather than the Deli thats so incredible to you," Preston took another bite of his roast beef sandwish.

"Dina, deli, tomato, tomatoe, its all good."

Preston rolled his eyes. The afternoon air opened up for a a harsh wind that blew cold through the city, whistling of the edges of the different buildings. Some of the passers-by had lost hats and papers because of its strength. Preston bundled up a little more in his large black wool overcoat and wrapped his black and red checkered scarf a little tighter around his neck.

"So you gonna tell me whats going on with you," Travis asked, his expression a little more serious than usual.

"Whats to tell? Life's just not the same anymore. I don't fell like I used to about any of it. I just wanna... change," Preston's attention seemed more into dissecting his sandwich that talking to his friend.

Travis furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed his hot cocoa for another sip, "Nothing wrong with that. Seems like there's more to it though. You ain't saying nothin but a word, ya know. Eveyrone looks to change every once in a while," he responded and stole a sip in between sentences, "So, now tell me, go deep, whats up. Let me be the doctor that guides your soul into its inner wounds for realization and reconstruction," Travis' sarcastic mockery of a psychiatrist couldn't escape the smirk that was written on his face as he nudged his partner.

Preston shyed away from Travis with aggravation in his voice, "Come on man... see thats what I'm talking about. Everything is a joke to you. I couldn't talk to you about this even if I wanted to. Just forget it."

The over-sized telemarketer stood up and walked away, back toward Tharomar Enterprises. He looked down at his disheveled white button-up before he closed his jacket and brushed away the crumbs that had attached to him. Some of them reached his black slacks and he patted away at those as well as e continued to walk.

Travis, shocked by Preston's outburst, looked around the deli and saw Dina staring at him. It brought an immediate smile on his face as if to play everything off that he had just felt. He looked down at his ham sandwich and finished the last few bites before he got up with his hot chocolate and trekked back to work as well in wintery silence.

Clarence Thomas stared at the untapped potential in the pictures he had received about Sacred Pass. The entire land was just a wide area for expansion. He gloated in the fact that he was the one who negotiated the contracts for the Pass.

Tharomar Enterprises needed Clarence Thomas.

A sly smile formed over his lips as he stood up from behind his desk. He grabbed the briefcase that sat down next to his chair on the carpet and bisktly walked out of the room.

When the CEO walked, most got out of the way. Any who didn't just hadn't learned yet. His presence commanded respect, whether the other employess liked it or not. They're jobs depended on it. Although most big business types allowed each department to be handled by a number of supervisors and chiefs, Clarence Thomas only allowed it to a certain extent. He helped build this company and he wasn't about to take his hand out now just because it had expanded the way it had.

Clarence used his left hand to adjust the silk white tie and centered it down his shirt. His diamond encrusted elephant cufflinks could be seen. Elephants regulated with their size and power. So did he. His initials were engraved in silver on the cuff of the sleeves. The 5'10" man of fifty three stopped in front of the double doors of the media room where the meeting with Tharomar was being held. Inside was your typical round table for all the execs and a large projector screen at the back of the room. Each chair was paired with a top of the line laptop computer that was password specific for the person that usually sits there.There were wood cushioned chairs that lined along the walls for the secretaries and other members of an Executive's entourage.

Clarence opened the doors to the office. He made eye contact with those that were in the office. It wasn't for the purpose for acknowledgment, but he just reveled in the fear he could muster in people's eyes.

It was all he could do, for now. In here, he wasn't who he wanted to be. In this room, CEO didn't have the same sting of power that is normally would have.

Not while Tharomar was in the room.

Penny Nicholson... survivor, so far, he thougt as he passed her by, Percy Newman, too much starch.

His gaze landed on Howard Tharomar and Clarence froze. It was an unexpected movement, or lack thereof. It lasted for a only a moment before Clarence decided to take his seat. There is a first for everything.

Then it dawned on him - was Clarence Thomas afraid of Howard Tharomar?

Nonsense.

Clarence felt a vibration in his jacket pocket. His Blackberry had a text message waiting for him:

"Tick-Tock."

Clarence's eyes took a greener covertone as he placed the phone back into his inner pocket.

That doctor better have results.

The tenth floor was abnormally quiet. This usually meant one of two things: Lunch or end of the work day.

"Psst, hey Preston," Travis leaned over in his chair.

A wide-eyed Preston looked back at his friend and smiled. His mood seemed a little lighter than from before.

"Hey, my stomach is grumbling somethign serious. Let's grub. There's a new deli spot I want to try down the way. Come on," Travis already started to log off his computer and remove his headset.

"Woah, slow down Travis. You're always so quick to move."

"Why waste time," Travis smiled and stood up to stretch, his body bending from one side to the other.

"Well, we don't even know," Preston peered around the corner of the front of his cubicle, "if we can go anywhere right now. A lot of people are already gone."

Travis' olive colored skin paled in disappointment, "Pres... what has gotten into you lately man. You used to be down. Now you're... I dont know," he shrugged, "not down."

Preston gave another one of his trademark sighs, "I guess I just don't want to be here anymore."

"All the more reason," Travis walked over to Preston and removed his headset, "to go to lunch. Come on, lets go. I'm starved."

"No," Preston snatched the earpiece away from his friend, "I mean, I dont want to work here anymore, preiod."

Travis' smile faded, "Oh... well, what are you going to do then."

Preston stared blankly at Travis.

"Thats what I thought. In that case Preston Peters, you better not even think about letting anyone here onto that kind of thinking until you find something better."

"Who's found something better," the raspy voice of The Taskmaster startled the both of them as he appeared behind Travis.

How does he do that, Travis wondered and spun around to see his supervisor glaring at both men.

"Huh... oh nothing, sir. We were just about to get some lunch... if... thats cool with you... sir," Travis looked as if he were searching for the words to say and picking them out of the air. His broad shoulders that matched his muscular frame stood in anticipation for his boss's response.

"Sir," Preston chimed in as he stood up as well, "All of our call rosters are caught up and we have been working all morning. Could use the break if you don't mind."

The Taskmaster pointed at Preston like he had gotten the right answer, "See, Mr. Wester, more comments like will get you farther into this business. We look for productivity here. Results, results, results. If I don't see em," he began to move past the pair of co-workers, "then I have nothing to work with. And neither do you," Travis turned as he passed and mocked his movements.

"So does that mean we can go, sir," Preston asked in his most polite voice. It was almost too sweet for words.

The Taskmaster stopped, "You may..."

Preston and Travis didn't wait for anything else. They were in the elevator quicker than one could blink.

Travis pressed the button for the first floor and then leaned back onto the reflective walls of the elevator.

"Ok man, talk to me. Your dog die or something?"

OOC:
-The city as a whole is called Rockwell, modeled after Cap Au Diable from CoV.

-Within Rockwell, there are 6 different sections.

-In the center, where big business booms (your coporations, your hospitals, major hotels, expensive restaurants, shopping malls, and such) is called... Tharomar... you guessed it. In the center... is not a giant nucleus statue, but City Hall. The big building that stands right next to that Nucleus in the game... that would be Tharomar Ent.

-The entire east portion is called Crater Lake. In the north, most factory work takes place. There is a giant semi-forested field in the south. In the middle of this field is Crater Lake. All about the lake, various cabins can be found for rent. There are also camping grounds nearby as well.

-In the south, there is Prosperity. This was the first batch of homes built in Rockewell back when the city first began. Since then, it has reduced itself to townhouses, various low rent apt homes, slums, projects, and whatnot. There is some commerce here as well. Some stores, fast food joints, etc)

-In the southwest, is Sacred Pass. This partially undeveloped land with big plans for expansion with Tharomar Enterprises. You'll find a lot of construction sites here in the midst of a thriving middle class housing area.

-Northwest, we have Emerald Forest. These are dense woods with open caves that are told to hold secrets no one has really yet to discover.

-Finally, in the north, there is Diamond City. This where all your well-to-do, upper class individuals live. If you have money and you don't stay permanently in a 5 star hotel because your rich parents let you (too much Veronica Mars), then this is more than likely where you live.

There is a train system that runs everywhere except Emerald Forest. That trip will be a hike as it is pretty uncharted territory. You can get anywhere anyway you like, train, walk, bike, car, taxi, bus... natural methods, of course.

This was just to give you an idea as to what is there. If you want to add something, feel free. This city is just as much yours as it is mine and I would love your input. If I dont get any, then we'll watch my imagination do the writing. However, as most of you may have had to make up brand new characters for this along with a brand new city in a brand new RP, I want you to really feel like its yours. If you question a move you want to make, feel free to shoot a question to me in a PM. I'm pretty quick about responses... unless I'm at work, then its only at certain times.

Arashi, Plague, thanks for joining up as well.

Welcome to Rockwell.

"...I'm Virelai." She said simply, adjusting the eyepatch over her right eye.

Alan's brown eyes went wide as they shifted over to the blue faced girl in pure amazement. He had seen aliens, walking dogs and cats and other humanoid beings that had crossed his path. But never had Alan seen a blue creature, with a cowboy hat, and an eye patch. It was simply... illogical. And what was that burning smell. Was that her?

Alan's mind raced with thoughts as he stared back at her. They came out of his mouth all once.

"Hello, did you know that our colours togethor make purple."
"You smell."
"Why are you called Virelai?"
"Is your eye patch subskwipshun... sub-scrip-t-shun?"

"This is all just illogical," Alan said and mumbled to himself as he paced around Essex. He didn't even wait on an answer, but just stared at the ground and circled the teacher.

Eventually he stopped, smiled and looked back up at Virelai while he adjusted his glasses. It was almost as if nothing had happened before. His brain had come up with answers for him.

"Nice to meet you Virelai."

((Guideline additions in One, Four, and Five))

((And welcome Devious... i mean, Boss))

"You wished to see me, sir?" his voice civil, yet cold.

Clarence Thomas closed his briefcase quickly and placed it onto the floor next to him, "Yes, come in. Have a seat," he almost sounded as if he was stalling to think of what actually had to say.

Once Ethan had sat down, he continued, "Well Doctor McCourd, you know as well as I do of the importance of your work. We both know that Research and Development help fuel the technological future of this cities households and business. Everything that we do must be done within a timely and perfect manner because it is to be expected," Clarence paused after the last sentence and slowly leaned back into his chair. His elbows were on his armrests while his hands formed a pyramid.

"So would you mind inform-"

The intercom buzzed into his office, "Mr. Thomas, Mr. Tharomar has just arrived. He is on his way to his office now."

The CEO's hands dropped to his lap as his lip just barely sneered at the comment his secretary had left him. Ever since Howard Tharomar had decided to take a more hands on approach in the business, somethign Clarence Thomas did not understand, things had been a little... on the edge. Clarence simply hated the fact of someone being in the same building as he was that was in a position of power greater than him.

Clarence's now deep hazel eyes, that could take on a greener or bluer tint, dpending on his mood, seemed to glow with blue. He refocused back onto Ethan and took out his disdain on him.

"Look, I don't care what you have to, but do it. We brought you into this company under the impression that you could get things done with your intellectual persona. I suggest you live up to this reputation before you find yourself by yourself, " Clarence leaned forward again as his speech got faster and a slight more heated the more he talked. When he got excited about something, his speeches could become rather lengthy.

"I want the prototype for that Z-chip in my office, yesterday. Put those brains to work and make it happen. That is all," Clarence finished everything in the same breath seemingly. His eyes softened back to a mixture of blue and green as he then turned to his computer to look over some of the roster files that had already been sent to him.

~~~After Ethan leaves~~~

Vanessa caught the door as it was closing behind Dr. McCourd. She held it out of his way as he didn't look like he was having the best of days. Vanessa smiled as she took in his essence. As rough as he looked, he always smelled nice.

The red-haired beauty, also twenty-two, looked down at herself and pulled at her white blouse in order to straighten it. She looked inside. Her cerulean eyes look inquisitive.

"So, is there anything else that you need? Monica and I are going to lunch," she moved a portion of her wavy hair out of the way to reveal a small set of freckles over her nose and cheeks.

Mr. Thomas set a piercing gaze at his secretary that scanned her body from head to toe. He had thoughts of making them stay just because of Tharomar, but decided against it.

"No," he waved her away, "just be on call."

"Yes sir," she replied and swung the door closed behind her.

Clarence's computer beeped again with an incoming email. He went through the motions of getting to the cyber letter. He saw that there were no words, but just a symbol. It looked like the letter "A" except that the lines that connected the hump were drawn past both sides of its walls. The closed area was shaded in.

A corner of Clarence's lip curled into a smile as he deleted the email. He fished his cell phone out of the inside of his white Armani suit pocket and dialed a number. He stood up to face the city and placed his free hand behind his back. The snowfall had picked up since his last check out of the window. On the ground, the world looked ant-sized in comparision to him. It all moved slowly against the cold breezy weather.

On the other side, someone picked up. It was a woman's voice, "Good news, I hope."

"1130. Bring the girl."

((Edited to add in a portion of Essex's post))

"Alan, I want you on your best behavior. I know I dont have to say that, but I will anyway. Its what mothers do," Alan Richter's mother held her son's hand as they stepped to the front doors of the Academy.

Alan nodded his head matter-of-factly and rolled his eyes, "Of course, mother."

A fly buzzed annoyingly around Alan until it decided to land on the side of his green face. Alan slapped it away and ust for good measure, lightly tapped his face on both sides. His curly white locs blew in the wind above the rest of his leafy-green skinned body. His glasses had slid down his nose a little and he reached up to adjust them.

Suddenly a small blond haired boy in a red costume ran through the door and into the house. Alan, a boy of just five, looked up at his mother with eager eyes.

"You already know my answer to that," she said.

Alan frowned at the answer he knew was coming and sulked the rest of the way to the front door. His mother met with Essex for a brief moment to remind her of the meeting they had had the previous day, where all the preliminaries had been taken care of. She returned to Alan, who she had left at the front door and kissed him goodbye.

"I love you Allie, I'll see you soon, ok," the mother spoke cheerily to her son.

"Mother, please. You speak to me as if I am a child," he was annunciated, but slow.

This raised a brow from the mother, but she smiled nonetheless, "Lest you forget," she said and ruffled his hair, "Have fun, sweetie"

Alan looked back into the building and walked to the living room. He had had an itch in his back since the start of the morning, but knew if he scratched it, his mother would have him in a different change of close instantly. He took the mother-free opportunity to relieve himself. Once he had finished he looked himself over. He had a small black button up tucked into black slacks. Over the shirt, he wore a red jacket that was lined with black along the zipper and cuffs to mate his red boots.

Alan was escorted into the living room and taken aback by when he saw everyone.

"Iwogical. Simply Illogical," he adjusted his glasses and corrected himself.

"...I am Miss Essex. If you can't say that, you can call me Essie or Ess. This house belongs to me and Mr. Archlich who is right there. We both are here to help you grow up strong, and have fun, okay?"

She smiled comfortingly, rocking Virelai in her arms.

"So let's all introduce ourselves, okay?" she asked.

"Alan Richter. Pwee...Pleased to meet you," the young boy of five reached up to shake her hand.

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((Damn that was fast. Yeah, she's a Knife. I made her simply because I've never seen one Roleplayed before.))

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I have a KoA in the Whitmoore Apts... you're second

0o0o take that take that, lol