((Hi! It's been a long time since I've posted in an Open RP, and luckily this one hasn't launched as much as the other ones have! 
I've read most of the rest of this Thread already, including the rules at the beginning of the Thread, so I don't think I'm breaking any of the rules set by the OP. Still, if the OP or anyone else has any problems with any of my Posts, just send me a PM 
OK, now let's see if I remember how to do this 
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Dr. Darrow sighed to himself as he got out of his car, adjusting his glasses as he eyed the large corporate building where he worked. It was the middle of the afternoon, which meant that his shift was about to start; a shift that continued well into the midnight hours.
At a glance, Dr. Darrow would appear to many as some bum off the street who just happened to find a doctors uniform in the trash somewhere. His creased, worn out white coat hung loosely over his wrinkled, white shirt; his black, scuffed shoes stained with various chemicals gathered at the lab in which he worked. His once-sleek brown hair was now uncombed and disheveled, with various white hairs littering his head. Behind his glasses, his eyes were constantly dull, and tired; as if he were much, much older than his actual age of 37 years.
As he made his way through the parking lot, Dr. Darrow saw his companion and supervisor, Dr. Natas, waiting for him at the entrance of Tharomar Enterprise, a smile on Dr. Natass face, as always.
Dr. Natas, though much younger than Dr. Darrow (24 years old, to be exact), knew just as much (if not more) than Dr. Darrow knew in their shared field of micro-biology. His appearance was a stark contrast to that of Dr. Darrow; his long, white lab coat flowed in the wind over his black pants and shirt, and his golden blonde hair flowed about his face in a matching rhythm to his coat. While he wasnt incredibly well-built, his lean body wasnt devoid of muscles, either; indeed, Dr. Natas was an incredibly handsome man, his face and body completely devoid of any scars or marks of any kind.
Right on time as always, Dr. Darrow. Dr. Natas greeted his companion with a wide smile. Its important that we utilize all the time were provided at this stage in the antidotes development, after all.
Dr. Darrow returned Dr. Natass smile, then quickly walked past him towards the entrance to Tharomar Enterprises. Dr. Natas quickly followed after him.
It wont be long now... Dr. Darrow thought to himself, deep in thought as he rushed to the doors of the building. Once I get the formula right, I can finally-
Oh, do be careful Dr. Darrow! Dr. Natas called out; a little too late, though. Dr. Darrow crashed into another scientist who was coming out of the building, and the two tumbled to the ground.
Well, this is quite unfortunate. Dr. Natas said, observing the two felled scientists. He noticed that the scientist Dr. Natas had run into was carrying some type of armored box with him, which had happened to fall at Dr. Natass feet. He picked up the armored box and handed it to the scientist as Dr. Darrow rose to his feet.
Here, I believe this is yours. Dr. Natas said, handing the scientist the box with a friendly smile.
And then Statesman said, Its time for YOU to go behind bars, Dr. Insano! Hunter explained to his two school friends, Emily and Steven, as they made their way to their homes in Diamond City. And then Dr. Insano was all like, NOOOO!!!! How could I be defeated?! And then Statesman was like Evil can never conquer justice! Man, that was cool!
Hunt, could you PLEASE talk about something other than the New Adventures of the Freedom Phalanx for ONCE? Emily asked, gritting her teeth as she clenched her fist in front of her.
But that shows just so COOL! Hunter said, jumping in front of his two friends and striking a pose.
Hunters appearance wasnt all that striking; the most interesting feature about him was arguably his clothes, which he had ordered directly from the Official Freedom Phalanx Fan Club Website: They included red pants and a white T-shirt that had Statesmans insignia embroidered on it; a bargain at $49.95. Aside from his clothes, Hunter was a normal 12 year old boy with short, spiky red hair.
With each episode, the Freedom Phalanx has to face deadlier and deadlier enemies: the Kitten Kaper! The Froggish Baron! The Maple Syrup King! The Pickle Puncher! Hunter stopped posing and pointed to his two friends. AND, its based on the adventures of the REAL Freedom Phalanx!
How do YOU know that? Steven asked, narrowing his eyes as Hunter. The only thing guys like us know about the Freedom Phalanx is what they report on the news.
But... but... Hunter stammered and looked toward Emily, who was nodding in agreement.
And Ive never heard about ANY of the Villains shown on that show. Emily said, narrowing her eyes at Hunter. Im telling you, its pure trash!
Thats not true! Hunter yelled, balling his fists in rage. The Freedom Phalanx is the best team of super heroes in the whole world. And one day, youll see! Hunter rose his fist in the air triumphantly. Im going to join them! Im Hunter Darrow, future member of the Freedom Phalanx!
There he goes again... Emily sighed, throwing up her hands in disgust.
Its true, damn it! Im not just making this up! I really will be a member of the Freedom Phalanx someday! Hunter retorted.
How? Steven asked.
Huh? Hunter turned to Steven.
HOW are you going to become a Hero... without any powers? Steven narrowed his eyes at Hunter.
Oh, thats easy! Hunter said, smiling as he posed once more. Ive got it all figured out: Ill work with my dad in a lab the moment I graduate high school! For years well work on the super-ultimate formula that will grant us the most awesome powers EVER SEEN! Hunter laughed triumphantly, picturing himself as a Hero.
Dont you usually get Ds in science? Emily inquired.
Why do I hang out with this crazy idiot? Steven thought to himself.
Oh, Ive got plenty of time to- Hunter began, but stopped short as he eyed a fearful sight in the distance.
Hey, Hunt, isnt that your sister up ahead? Emily asked, turning to her friend; but to her surprise, Hunter was no longer with them. Turning around, she saw Hunter running back the way they came, with impressive speed for a 12 year old. Hunt? Where are- She was interrupted by Hunters sister, who flew by the two children so fast Emily could barely make her out.
HUNTER! YOURE LATE AGAIN! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!! Hunters sister, Justine, yelled at the top of her lungs as she chased her little brother around the neighborhood. THATS THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE CARE OF MOM ALL BY MYSELF?!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
IM SORRY!!! Hunter yelled, doing his best to stay out of his sisters grasp for the moment.
I wonder if its too much to ask my parents to move out of this high-class neighborhood and into the slums of Prosperity. Emily remarked, her head in her hands.
What a loser... Steven thought as he shook his head.
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((Welcome. It'd be nice if you had a few more blank lines separating paragraphs, bot other than that, I'd say your memory jogged quite well.))
"Strengthen security at the launch pad." Tharomar asked of velasquez as the left the board room, "That and the rail line to it are the most conspicuous marks and likely targets, especially for Crey. I don't want anything happening to them."
He glanced at his watch. Time for another meeting - this time a private one...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Okay team, bossman says we need men at the LP and the Rail. I'll take the Launch Pad with my personal squad, Khel, I want you to take this goon," He pointed to the other guard at the door, a twenty-something grunt, "Fred, and three of the elevator guards from floors one, seven, and eight. Jason, keep watch over this building. Let's move!"
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Vasquez' 'Private force' was considered by many to be thugs.
Those many would be wrong. They were Angels.
((Yeah...Outsourcing ftw. And I mean my Mercenary squad, not like, Jesus meets the corporate sector.))
Mr. Thomas. Percy sighed as he walked back to his cubicle. That was always it, wasn't it? He had no intention of talking to that [censored]. Well, he had gotten by well enough up until now. . .
Percy returned to the programming department, and took his seat in his little cubicle, completely identical to all the others. The other department heads would have their offices and fancy chairs and all that, no doubt, but Percy considered that silly. If he was going to lead his department, it made little sense to set himself apart from the rest of them. Besides, he hated to be noticed.
Milly stood by the door to Mr. Tharomar's office, hoping she didn't seem as nervous as she felt. His letter held carefuly in her hands, extra special care taken to make sure it wasn't crinkled or crunched. For the hundreth time, she looked at her self to make sure she didn't look too dingy.
The cream dress blouse and brown vest matched her skin tone and hair well enough, though neither was much to begin with she thought. Her pleated brown skirt had a dark green trim to give it a modest splash of color without being garish and her sensible pumbs not only showed off her legs but wouldn't brake her feet by the end of the day with the amount of walking she did around the building.
With another deep breath, Milly shuffled and tried to look as cooly professional as the secritaries she had seen working for both Mr. Thomas and Mr. Tharomar looked.
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Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Mr. D waited patiently as he always did mentally going over his notes and order of presentation; Z-chip, Aeon Corp report, acquired data, and Crey Corp report. Any other executive might have placed the bad news first or cleverly in the middle to end with an up note, but this was not a game of politics. These facts needed to be presented with as little bias as possible. Mr. Tharomar would decide how to deal with each one in his own way.
He finally set the briefcase up on a table and carefully opened it, disabling the security systems before doing so. First he removed the small hand computer a more powerful version of the companys standard market version. He tapped a few keys and the unit came to life. He also removed several optical disks, each labeled with a series of seemingly meaningless symbols. Of course these were a complex code, but Mr. Tharomar would understand them immediately.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Dr. McCourd sat in his office, rifling through his papers. Then he looked up. He walked over to his door and locked it. Then he went back to his desk. He looked towards the door again, then opened up his desk drawer.
A secondary safe was on the bottom part of the drawer, underneath some papers. He punched in the code, which he changed every other day, and opened it.
He pulled out a peice of paper and looked it over. He looked over the blueprint of a glove. It seemed very hightech, but Dr. McCourd designed it for the purpose of being compatable with the Z-chip. It was his life's work. Once the Z-chip went into mass production, he'd be able to finish it.
His smile was dark as he hid away the blueprint. He punched several numbers into the keypad, changing the access code, and covered it with the papers. Then he closed the drawer. He turned over to the blackboard, and wrote down the formula he had been working on for so long. Then he got up, and erased the board completely.
He walked over to the safe in his bookcase, opening it, and placing the paper within. He walked over to the machine, which told him there were still eight and a half hours left til the chip was completed.
My dream is almost complete.
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Jen was returning to her office to get started on the paperwork that was still needed to be filled out when she saw another doctor and nurse conversing in the hall. She walked up anxious to introduce herself. "Its not nice to bust into others conversations." her concience told her. "Well if I never introduce myself to the staff they'll never know I'm here." She muttered and walked up. "Um excuse me, I just wanted to introduce myself. Dr Jen Morse. I'm the new Diagnostician here."
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"Hey that's great! Maybe one of you can help me..." Kara began nervously, "The girl in room 2-14, do either of you know anything about her? Or have her file or something?"
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Aimee looked around as the nervous nurse and the almost business like doctor were asking her questions and giving her introductions. She had tried to process all of the information as best as she could as she looked at Jen first. "It is good to meet you Dr. Morse. I hope that we can be of assistance to eachother soon." Aimee said as she then turned to Kara.
"Hmm... 2-14. I belive that I have a file on her somewhere in this mess of files. Let me check." Aimee said as she guided Jen and Kara over to the file toom where inside, they had seen a cluster of papers. "I've been trying to organize these files all day ling... and I can't seem to get them to the right place. Can any of you please help me to get them straight? Maybe we can find that file that you are looking for." Aimee asked in her hope and frustration.
(OOC: Sorry for the long wait. Its been a busy weekend here... or what little of it there is left.)
"Um, s-sure," Kara said. Secretly, however, she resented paperwork. Truthfully it was all that kept her from becoming a doctor rather than a nurse. Sure, nurses had paperwork, but it was so much less than a nurse's. Plus she was less likely to be sued...
Jen nodded, "I'll help you. The sooner we find her file the sooner we can figure out whats wrong with her. I've already done my rounds so if you'd like me to get started with it you two can join me when you get a chance." She said eager to find a place to sit down and kick these annoying shoes off. Her pager went off and she looked down. "Damn it will have to wait for me. I've got a patient in my office with some unknown rash." She said. She could tell already that this was turning into her basic day except that this time she had to wear these dress shoes. She smiled at them. "I'll meet you in the office soon I hope." She said turning and heading for her own office.
OOC: More later right now I need to go to work before I get yelled at.
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"Okay team, bossman says we need men at the LP and the Rail. I'll take the Launch Pad with my personal squad, Khel, I want you to take this goon," He pointed to the other guard at the door, a twenty-something grunt, "Fred, and three of the elevator guards from floors one, seven, and eight. Jason, keep watch over this building. Let's move!"
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Okay, Cap. Jason, Im transferring total control of the monitors up to the front desk and locking up. Fred flicked three switches, typed in a code, and then vacated the monitor room. He shut the door behind him and typed a code into the security keypad. He tabbed his earpiece. Khell, where do you want to meet?
At the front desk, Jasons fingers flew over the keyboard. The three monitors on the front desk started to alternate pictures every five second. A small smile appeared on Jason face as he watched the security camera images flash by. Things were right now.
The smile disappeared as a blank screen appeared on monitor three. His fingers danced on the keyboard again. The security camera for conference room seven was down. He tapped his earpiece. Captain, the camera for CR7 is down again. Should we check it out?
Tom entered the hospital. He was still a little frazzled from bumping into the other man as he walked out the building. His heart stopped when he dropped the box. It was filled with viruses and nanotechnology that still had unkown effects. Nightmares of pandemics flashed through his mind, but the case had a little light that went from green to red in the event that its contents were contaminated.
"Still green thank god."
He arrived at the hospital, seeing two nurses. He was supposed to deliver every week, so he wanted to make a good impression for smoother future transactions.
He showed his Tharomar Enterprises ID and smiled, "Hello, I am Dr. Collins. I have a delivery of medicine for some patients. If you dont mind I would like to give you some basic guidelines for administering it and I would also like to take note of the patients' current condition if you dont mind."
Then he added, "Oh, I almost forgot. Here is the paperwork for it. I just need you to sign here."
One of the patients designated for the "medicine" was Devan Wesson. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He never had any visitors. He was a loner, and anybody who dealt with him for more than a minute could see why. He was a nightmare patient. Throwing bedpans, ripping out IV's, and just fighting every step of the way. Some said he just wanted attention, others doubted that because he wasnt self admitted, and he wasnt allowed to go in his condition. That never stopped the pale, sickly man who had become thin as a rail. Most believed that he blamed everyone else for his condition. He wasnt ready to die.
He woke up in his bed from one of his many appreciated naps. There was a tray of food beside him. He groaned in disguist. Then, sure enough, the doomed food was sent hurtling to the other side of the room. For all the drugs weakening him, he still found the strength to be a royal pain in the [censored].
"Let's meet outside of CR7," Khell said into his radio as he started walking to the elevator. "Fred, you bring a new camera just in case the one in there broke and the rest of us will hang around just in case something serious happened. Which I doubt."
Stepping into the elevator, Khell tapped the button for the 14th floor, where Conference Room 7 was, and sat back.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
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"Let's meet outside of CR7," Khell said into his radio as he started walking to the elevator. "Fred, you bring a new camera just in case the one in there broke and the rest of us will hang around just in case something serious happened. Which I doubt."
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Will do, Fred said, tapping into a keypad. The electronics storage closet clicked open, and the small man grabbed a security camera.
He hurried to the elevator, waving at Jason on the way by. Jason, staring at the monitors, reached up and waved in response.
Fred stood, waiting for the elevator to come back down.
Penny sighed as the department heads filed out of the room ahead of her. So many suits. A sudden lyric flittered through her mind.
All the lonely people...Where do they all come from? All the lonely people...Where do they all belong?
...[censored], now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all damn day.
Briskly making her way out of the conference room, she hurried towards the elevator just as the door started closing. "Hold the door, please!" she cried, picking up her steps.
It closed smartly in her face. Penny scowled. She could practically read the faces of the executives inside. "[censored] you, kid, that's what stairs are for." their smirks seemed to say.
"Damn executives, damn meetings, damn wasted vacation, damn Fridays, damn customers, damn, damn, damn." she growled, shoving open the door of stairwell and beginning down. She knew her boss would be waiting for her with baited breath in her office and eight new calls to take care of.
A quick slip of the shoe.
"[censored]!"
The suddenly surprised sales assistant spent a half-second teetering for balance before she fell, tumbling loudly down the cement stairwell with a cry of surprise. She barely had the prescience to curl in on herself to protect her laptop as she slammed down three flights of stairs, colliding with the three floor down doorway with a loud slam that reverberated through the stairwell.
Dazedly, Penny clung to her computer, which was surprisingly unharmed. Her lost shoe toppled down the steps cheerfully after. The assistant's vision swam and darkened...
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
Vasquez was right outside the door when Penny struck it. Uttering a small grunt of suprise, the Mercenary pulled the door open. "Holy crap!" He exclaimed at the sight, trying to help her to her feet.
Penny dazedly felt herself being pulled to her feet. It was strange, she couldn't support her own weight.
"Sorry...for the trouble..." she managed to gasp out at the fuzzy face of her rescuer. "Guess ...I need to lose s'more weight."
Penny wasn't heavy, but she had a bit more meat on her than the rest of the "Anorexic bimbos" (as she jealously called them) in her office. She was rather small of stature, and had rather pronounced curves that made it quite easy to fill suit jackets.
She still clung to her laptop tenaciously, not seeming to notice that she was missing a shoe, had runs in her stockings, and was quite without her glasses. As Vasquez supported Penny, she shook her head dazedly, a thin trickle of blood travelling down her face and neatly framing a large bruise on her cheekbone from striking her face on the rail.
"Sorry..." she repeated, trying to shake the birds from her vision. "...Slipped. My boss is gonna kill me."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
My oh my, a lot of people seem to be in a hurry today. Dr. Natas observed as he watched the other doctor drive off to the hospital. He turned back to Dr. Darrow, who was busy brushing off the dirt now covering his white lab coat. I do hope youre alright, Nicholas.
Im fine. Dr. Darrow said, adjusting his glasses once more and bursting through the front doors of Tharomar Enterprise, heading straight for the elevator. Dr. Natas followed Dr. Darrow into the building, smiling as he observed his companion impatiently pushing the elevator button repeatedly.
This thing takes forever. Dr. Darrow sighed, then quickly made his way into the stair well and descended down the building with Dr. Natas in tow.
Nicholas, I have something I want to ask you- Dr. Natas was interrupted as the two doctors passed a young woman and what appeared to be a mercenary in the stairwell. Dr. Darrow stopped in his tracks as he noticed that the woman appeared to be bleeding.
Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but do either of you need a doctor? Dr. Darrow asked, looking back and forth between the man and woman.
Oh dear... we do seem to be having a lot of distractions today. Dr. Natas observed.
I cant believe you sometimes. Justine said as she shooed her brother into their large, luxurious home. Having to chase you around the whole neighborhood... its no wonder you dont have any friends at school.
I wouldnt have to run away if you didnt always come charging at me like an oversized bull. Hunter said under his breath. Immediately, his sister grabbed him by his collar and rose him off his feet so the two were face-to-face.
Care to repeat that little comment? Justine hissed.
No... Hunter replied weakly, and his sister released him.
In truth, Justine was only 3 years older than her brother, and not very large in any sense of the word for a 15 year old girl, either. She wore long, blue jeans and a long-sleeved black sweater (which was much more appropriate for this time of year when compared to her brothers T-shirt). The only other noticeable feature was a green ribbon which ran through her long, black hair.
Justine? A soft yet weak voice called from another room.
Be right there! Justine called back loudly, then turned around and glared at her brother.
Alright already! I get it! Hunter sulked, then joined his sister as the two rushed into the other room.
Oh, hello honey. Samantha Darrow greeted her son with the best smile she could. How was your day?
Oh... you know... the usual. Hunter said quickly, turning away from his mother.
Oh... I see. Samantha turned to her daughter. Did your father leave already, Just- Samantha stopped short as she erupted into a coughing fit.
Mom! Justine rushed to her mothers night stand and opened a drawer, taking out a bottle of medication. Quickly pouring it into a measuring cup, she handed it to her mother, who was still coughing loudly. Justine held the cup in one hand and placed her other hand on her mothers back, waiting for her fit to subside. Hunter stood at the doorway to the room the entire time, clenching his fists and his teeth quietly.
Thank you, dear. Samantha said after her fit finally subsided.
Samantha watched her mother drink her medication, then turned to her brother just in time to see him run from the doorway back out into the living room.
Hunter! Justine called after her brother, taking a piece of paper from the night stand with her.
Justine found her brother laying on the large, leather couch in the living room, watching their big-screen plasma TV, a vague look in his eyes.
Hunter, we need a refill on moms prescription... Justine began. She waited for a response from her brother. She received none.
You havent lost dads clearance card, have you? Justine asked, louder this time.
I still have it. Hunter said at last, rising up from the couch. He walked over to his sister and took the paper from her hand.
Good. Now, hurry back, OK? Justine said, placing her hands on her brothers shoulders. Hunter looked down, and eventually nodded. Breaking away from her sister, he rushed out the front door and down the streets of Diamond City.
I really... hate him... Hunter thought to himself.
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"Ah, jeeze, naw, how could he get mad for a spill?" He quizzically pondered, drawing out a large needle. "If ya don't mind a sting, I got some standard issue stims to clear ya up."
Uh...Should I ask her somewhere? Nah, thas' like, soap opera crap.
"I gotta get down there." she muttered to Vasquez absently. "Tina and Samuel's customers need babysitting...I gotta take a credit card for one of Ryan's...I know Mary's got messages for a billion expedites, most of them for Peter's aerospace market boys.... Samples for Don, fielding calls for the big man while he's at a golf outing in Hawaii with a big account..."
She didn't seem to see the needle, instead focusing on the floor. "Where's my shoe?" Penny said with a squint. Turning her head towards the merc with a sheepish grin, she was startled by the large syringe in her face.
"[censored]!" she cursed before she could help herself. "What's in there, elephant tranquilizers?"
She paused at the thought.
"Ya know, maybe I better have some of that..."
A white blur approached at that moment. He seemed to be asking after her well being. Penny waved a hand dismissively at the man with something of a loopy grin.
"I'll be okay, just got into a navigational disagreement with my feet."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Awright..." Vasquez sighed, bowing his head and pushing out the door, taking off down the hall once again.
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The Landing Pad was already guarded - Four men in identical grey body armor, two carrying M16's, and two carrying MP5 SMGs. These were Angel Mercenaries, and as they eyed a passing helicoptor, they were struck with a startling realization.
Corporate jobs were boring.
Dr. Natas observed the man in the stairwell take his leave, then looked back at the woman. She appeared to be having trouble with her eye sight.
"Hmm..." Dr. Natas assessed the situation, then scanned the floor. "Ah!" He said at last, picking up a pair of green-rimmed glasses, only slightly cracked.
"I think these are yours." Dr. Natas said with a smile, handing the glasses to the woman.
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"Oh yeah..." Penny said, taking her glasses from the doctor thankfully, looking after where Vasquez had gone.
I didn't see his face very well. she thought. Stupid glasses. I didn't even thank him properly. I'm a moron.
"Anyway...sorry to worry you." the assistant said, hurriedly scooping up her left shoe. "I appreciate the help."
With that, Penny scurried off downstairs to her office, her face red with embarassment.
Worst.
Vacation.
Ever.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
I do hope we can now continued undisturbed... Dr. Natas said as he and Dr. Darrow made their way down into the R & D Department of Tharomar Enterprise. Making their way past the labs reserved for Project Forecast, the two finally came upon Dr. Darrows lab.
With all of the higher-ups concentrating on Project Forecast, interruptions are the LAST thing we have to worry about. Dr. Darrow said, fumbling around in his pockets for his key. Dr. Natas considered his companions words, then nodded in agreement.
Hunter panted heavily, dripping with sweat as he made his way towards the hospital.
Darn... I shouldnt... have tried... to run... the whole way! Hunter gasped, leaning over and placing his hands on his knees in exhaustion. His next thought was interrupted by a large, long growl emanating from his stomach.
Man... Im so hungry! Hunter whined. Why cant Justine do this herself once in a while? Hunter continued mumbling to himself as he plodding along on his path to the hospital.
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Vasquez scratched his head. Why was HE here? Bleh.
Standing to leave, he patted Khel on the shoulder as he made his way out.
"Yer free to go, mate."