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Chapter 17
Sep. 29th, 2013 05:10 am( Read more... )
I'm not around much, if anyone even reads this. This character, and the rest of the cast are still very much in my head, but it's harder and harder for me to play her in places.
This is not a hiatus, or a retirement post. I've got one post that's been going on for ages, that I'll hope that I can finish.
This is a 'holy crap, life sucks and there's no rp, and I don't know what's going to happen in the future' post. So, I might disappear again, and I don't know for how long, or if I'll come back. As long as I can sign online, I'll answer emails or a PM.
Maybe this will all pass, and I'll be back to posting fics and replying to random posts, or perhaps I'll just fade away into obscurity. I don't know.
If I disappear, and don't reply to any emails or IM's, and the PM you sent me has gone unanswered, just assume that my character(s) disappeared without explanation.
Hope to see you all again one day,
Nik
This is not a hiatus, or a retirement post. I've got one post that's been going on for ages, that I'll hope that I can finish.
This is a 'holy crap, life sucks and there's no rp, and I don't know what's going to happen in the future' post. So, I might disappear again, and I don't know for how long, or if I'll come back. As long as I can sign online, I'll answer emails or a PM.
Maybe this will all pass, and I'll be back to posting fics and replying to random posts, or perhaps I'll just fade away into obscurity. I don't know.
If I disappear, and don't reply to any emails or IM's, and the PM you sent me has gone unanswered, just assume that my character(s) disappeared without explanation.
Hope to see you all again one day,
Nik
Old dance hall on the outskirts of town
Dec. 7th, 2012 02:03 amThe old wooden building was built from graying planks, and the windows were covered by shutters that looked like they'd fly away at the gentlest of breezes. Inside was another story, as the walls were a cream color, the tables and bar were nearly black, but so old that no one could be certain if they were wood, or had been spat out of a factory somewhere. The smells of alcohol and cigarette smoke mingled with solemn old jazz music, all making the place feel old and comfortable.
Janie wore a red dress and heels, with her hair pinned back at the ear, and cascading in soft curls over her shoulders and down her back. She grinned up at her partner, a tall man wearing a black trench coat and wide brimmed black hat.
She walked towards the bar and ordered a scotch, and the man silently hurried out the door.
Janie wore a red dress and heels, with her hair pinned back at the ear, and cascading in soft curls over her shoulders and down her back. She grinned up at her partner, a tall man wearing a black trench coat and wide brimmed black hat.
She walked towards the bar and ordered a scotch, and the man silently hurried out the door.
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Oct. 23rd, 2012 05:43 pmSince we're on a little bi of a travel break, are you ready for more lessons?
Sixteen year old Janie was on a mission to recover- okay, to obtain some kitchen supplies. What was important though, is that she was on her own. Freedom was rare lately, and she barely even had a chance to talk to her Momma (Aunt Sara). Her real Mom was always there, giving her beauty tips and teaching her to steal. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to go back to one of the boarding schools...
A guy on a street corner interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi there, I'm Artie Mills. Do you want a pet, young lady?"
"I'm not allowed. Sorry."
"Look at his face! He's a chinchilla. They're small and clean."
"Um. My Grandmother would never allow it."
"Take a look at one, hold it."
"Why are you selling theses here of all places?"
"Big shipment this week. It's selling them, or they'll become a coat."
"That's animal cruelty!" exclaimed the teenager. She handed over her money and took the furry rodent from the man. Instead of protesting, he offered her another.
"Two for one special. Want any more of them? I've got hundreds."
Before it was all over, she had half a dozen of the furry pets. She was unable to walk far with them, and found herself bouncing into a strange apartment.
"Ori is going to kill me. I spent the money and got zero supp-" She never got to finish that phrase, as she bounced away once more just as she set the last pet down.
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Lynn walked into her room, and realized it was full of furry creatures. She'd been gone for a little while, okay, quite a while. Weeks even... but where had they come from.
She moved in and out of her Mom's on a regular basis, depending on her moods. Today was a move in day, and her room was filled with chinchillas and she was sure some of her things had been destroyed by them.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Lynn panicked when Janie hung up. She called every friend that she could, before finding one that sometimes sold pets. He took many of them, leaving Lynn with a few more to get rid of.
"I got rid of them Mom." she said "I gave them to a guy who said he could sell them."
"What guy?" asked Janie
"Artie Mills." Lynn said, right before Janie hung up.
A guy on a street corner interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi there, I'm Artie Mills. Do you want a pet, young lady?"
"I'm not allowed. Sorry."
"Look at his face! He's a chinchilla. They're small and clean."
"Um. My Grandmother would never allow it."
"Take a look at one, hold it."
"Why are you selling theses here of all places?"
"Big shipment this week. It's selling them, or they'll become a coat."
"That's animal cruelty!" exclaimed the teenager. She handed over her money and took the furry rodent from the man. Instead of protesting, he offered her another.
"Two for one special. Want any more of them? I've got hundreds."
Before it was all over, she had half a dozen of the furry pets. She was unable to walk far with them, and found herself bouncing into a strange apartment.
"Ori is going to kill me. I spent the money and got zero supp-" She never got to finish that phrase, as she bounced away once more just as she set the last pet down.
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Lynn walked into her room, and realized it was full of furry creatures. She'd been gone for a little while, okay, quite a while. Weeks even... but where had they come from.
She moved in and out of her Mom's on a regular basis, depending on her moods. Today was a move in day, and her room was filled with chinchillas and she was sure some of her things had been destroyed by them.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Lynn panicked when Janie hung up. She called every friend that she could, before finding one that sometimes sold pets. He took many of them, leaving Lynn with a few more to get rid of.
"I got rid of them Mom." she said "I gave them to a guy who said he could sell them."
"What guy?" asked Janie
"Artie Mills." Lynn said, right before Janie hung up.
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
Oct. 15th, 2012 02:11 am"You are never there when I need you." accused Lynn, waking Janie from a pleasant dream.
"Lynn? Sweetie? I'm here now, or I will be if you let me get some coffee and wake up."
"This can't wait! I have to get this off my chest. Janie."
"What? Sweetie, what's brought this on."
"You were always leaving me, even before the terrible things started. With babysitters, or Grandma, or Grandpa. You left and lived another life then came back when it was convienent. I SAVED you from countless boyfriends and what did you do? Leave me again. Remember Gio? You left me after that too. You tried to ditch me! After all that we went through together. When you try to get away, you're really abandoning me over and over again. Even the chinchilla problem you left me with."
"Uh... that's my fault. Do whatever you have to if you want to get rid of them... I'm sorry"
"It's too late for sorry."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to art school, and I'm moving in with my best friend. Also, I've got a boyfriend!"
"Art school?"
"You can't stop me."
"Lynn, do you want to come with me? I've found a place-"
"NO! I am not abandoning everything the way you do. I have a life. UGH!"
Janie watched as her daughter stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Before breaking down into tears, she picked up her comm to contact Phoenix.
Phoenix whom she still loved with all of her heart, and who was so... boring right now. He was rarely around. She couldn't remember when she last spoke to him. There was such a history, and now the two of them were nothing but old friends that wrote every once in a while. She'd started playing bingo and learning bridge. There were various arts and crafts strewn-
Janie was becoming boring. Old. She didn't have Phoenix, or Lynn or anyone but Julian. How much longer would that last?
She'd gotten by fine without Phoenix for almost 80 years once before, hadn't she? She could do it again. She didn't need anyone.
There was a man on Elysium, though... tall and dark, romantic and a great dancer. Someone she could talk to for hours and hours. They needed her there, all of them did. But now it was time for Tae Bo, and she couldn't be late again. Daydreaming about foreign worlds would have to wait for another day.
"Lynn? Sweetie? I'm here now, or I will be if you let me get some coffee and wake up."
"This can't wait! I have to get this off my chest. Janie."
"What? Sweetie, what's brought this on."
"You were always leaving me, even before the terrible things started. With babysitters, or Grandma, or Grandpa. You left and lived another life then came back when it was convienent. I SAVED you from countless boyfriends and what did you do? Leave me again. Remember Gio? You left me after that too. You tried to ditch me! After all that we went through together. When you try to get away, you're really abandoning me over and over again. Even the chinchilla problem you left me with."
"Uh... that's my fault. Do whatever you have to if you want to get rid of them... I'm sorry"
"It's too late for sorry."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to art school, and I'm moving in with my best friend. Also, I've got a boyfriend!"
"Art school?"
"You can't stop me."
"Lynn, do you want to come with me? I've found a place-"
"NO! I am not abandoning everything the way you do. I have a life. UGH!"
Janie watched as her daughter stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Before breaking down into tears, she picked up her comm to contact Phoenix.
Phoenix whom she still loved with all of her heart, and who was so... boring right now. He was rarely around. She couldn't remember when she last spoke to him. There was such a history, and now the two of them were nothing but old friends that wrote every once in a while. She'd started playing bingo and learning bridge. There were various arts and crafts strewn-
Janie was becoming boring. Old. She didn't have Phoenix, or Lynn or anyone but Julian. How much longer would that last?
She'd gotten by fine without Phoenix for almost 80 years once before, hadn't she? She could do it again. She didn't need anyone.
There was a man on Elysium, though... tall and dark, romantic and a great dancer. Someone she could talk to for hours and hours. They needed her there, all of them did. But now it was time for Tae Bo, and she couldn't be late again. Daydreaming about foreign worlds would have to wait for another day.
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
-The Man In The Long Black Coat, Bob Dylan
One morning, Janie stepped onto the deck of the boat, and realized they were in an unknown ocean, with crystal blue water and a rainbow sherbert colored sky.
The trip so far had been uneventful. The treasure hunt almost seemed too easy, and now they were somewhere unexpected. She wanted to be somewhere- anywhere exciting. Her life had become a comfortable lull, with nothing exciting happening anywhere. Everyone seemed happy and somehow that seemed wrong after struggling for so long.
Next stop on the map was a volcanic world filled with smoke monsters. It had potential.
But so did this place.
In the distance she could see a small house by a lake- something that reminded her of the cabin she grew to love in Florida. It was built from simple split logs and earth, surrounded by trees. An old hound dog stayed tied to an older tree most days. The cabin by the lake seemed to be built the same way, but the trees were different, and she couldn't tell if there was a dog.
The boat got a little closer to shore, and she could see that the trees were very, very familiar. Trees from home, that country that straddled the great desert. Bad memories and good memories flooded her mind, but she chose to think about the good. The smells of coconut and spices, the sense of belonging that she briefly felt... The clothes line outside with a few of Ella's dresses and rows of jumpsuits. Trees that had been misshapen by the strong storms from the sea- which didn't fit in with the desert, but reminded her of her Father. His island which was always so welcoming and peaceful. They were pieces of a life left behind long ago, and Janie had to stop herself from crying.
They were gone. Everyone, everywhere seemed to be gone. What good is living forever when you do it alone? She'd fallen in love and had her heart broken countless times. She formed families only to watch them wither and age without her. She left families behind so they could have a chance at happiness. Her past life was all closed away in a universe she was no longer a part of. It was easier without her,because by nature Janie knew she destroyed timelines.
There was a little immortal family but they were busy rebuilding too, or enjoying the peace. Even her own child enjoyed the peace. Sure, there were occasionally new feelings but nothing would ever come of those. Briefly, Janie wondered if-
"Excuse me, Miss?"
Janie, now ripped from her thoughts, turned her head to the small fishing boat, and the man that called to her from it. He was tall, and in a wide-brimmed hat and long black coat. She inwardly swooned at his dimples and his handsome features... if only she wasn't an alien bad-luck charm.
"Yes? I'm sorry, we washed up here."
"It's alright, Janie. You're always welcome here."
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
-The Man In The Long Black Coat, Bob Dylan
One morning, Janie stepped onto the deck of the boat, and realized they were in an unknown ocean, with crystal blue water and a rainbow sherbert colored sky.
The trip so far had been uneventful. The treasure hunt almost seemed too easy, and now they were somewhere unexpected. She wanted to be somewhere- anywhere exciting. Her life had become a comfortable lull, with nothing exciting happening anywhere. Everyone seemed happy and somehow that seemed wrong after struggling for so long.
Next stop on the map was a volcanic world filled with smoke monsters. It had potential.
But so did this place.
In the distance she could see a small house by a lake- something that reminded her of the cabin she grew to love in Florida. It was built from simple split logs and earth, surrounded by trees. An old hound dog stayed tied to an older tree most days. The cabin by the lake seemed to be built the same way, but the trees were different, and she couldn't tell if there was a dog.
The boat got a little closer to shore, and she could see that the trees were very, very familiar. Trees from home, that country that straddled the great desert. Bad memories and good memories flooded her mind, but she chose to think about the good. The smells of coconut and spices, the sense of belonging that she briefly felt... The clothes line outside with a few of Ella's dresses and rows of jumpsuits. Trees that had been misshapen by the strong storms from the sea- which didn't fit in with the desert, but reminded her of her Father. His island which was always so welcoming and peaceful. They were pieces of a life left behind long ago, and Janie had to stop herself from crying.
They were gone. Everyone, everywhere seemed to be gone. What good is living forever when you do it alone? She'd fallen in love and had her heart broken countless times. She formed families only to watch them wither and age without her. She left families behind so they could have a chance at happiness. Her past life was all closed away in a universe she was no longer a part of. It was easier without her,because by nature Janie knew she destroyed timelines.
There was a little immortal family but they were busy rebuilding too, or enjoying the peace. Even her own child enjoyed the peace. Sure, there were occasionally new feelings but nothing would ever come of those. Briefly, Janie wondered if-
"Excuse me, Miss?"
Janie, now ripped from her thoughts, turned her head to the small fishing boat, and the man that called to her from it. He was tall, and in a wide-brimmed hat and long black coat. She inwardly swooned at his dimples and his handsome features... if only she wasn't an alien bad-luck charm.
"Yes? I'm sorry, we washed up here."
"It's alright, Janie. You're always welcome here."
"Is this-"
"Yes it is. You picked a quiet morning to come here. We're all nervous, waiting for the town meeting."
"Meeting? Is something wrong?"
"We've got time monsters, and don't know how to stop them."
"I'll help you."
"You're a guest, we couldn't ask that."
"Let me park the boat and wake my friend up-" Janie trailed off as she noticed that the boat was already parked. She brushed it off as the time monster.
"Janie, do you want a tour too?"
"Yes, I'd like that. Thank you... I like it here even more than I did before." Janie climbed from the boat, and hurried to walk with the stranger and explore the new place. Soon, they disappeared in the distance.
(OOC: The world has whatever it is you're looking for, and I will tag as soon as possible if anyone replies to this.
Janie is already gone, but anything else is wide open. )
Smoke on the water
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:20 amMy boat is ready for anyone that's going.
Well, almost ready. I'm missing a chinchilla or two. Don't judge, okay? Please?
Well, almost ready. I'm missing a chinchilla or two. Don't judge, okay? Please?
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Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open , African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye , not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask
Somebody said from the bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat.
Preacher was talking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don't live or die people just float
She went with the man in the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water it's been there since June
Tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open , African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye , not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask
Somebody said from the bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat.
Preacher was talking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don't live or die people just float
She went with the man in the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water it's been there since June
Tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
(no subject)
Sep. 18th, 2012 02:15 amI had a VERY bad trip, everyone. The Rift Raft crashed on a weird world, they fixed it and let me go on my way. Might be a nice vacation spot?
No... There's no reason to go back there.
Does anyone want to go on a trip with me? Please? I need to make a stop but we can go anywhere you want.
No... There's no reason to go back there.
Does anyone want to go on a trip with me? Please? I need to make a stop but we can go anywhere you want.
A place beyond the sun
Sep. 14th, 2012 01:07 amJanie woke up, face down in sand, with a warm surf lapping gently at her legs. Her boat stuck fast in the sand beside her as she sun shone gently down on the pair.
"You okay?" she muttered to her boat.
"Don't worry about that. Can you stand?"
There was a fog in Janie's mind, and she had no idea when her boat started to speak. Or why it was speaking, or how she ended up on a beach. Then, a few seconds later, she realized that a shadowy figure stood over her. That's what spoke, not her boat.
"Over here!" called the voice "She's bad off."
After closing her eyes for a second, to block the sun out, she remembered setting the auto-pilot on the boat, then pouring out a nice glass of whiskey for herself. Gods, that whiskey would be good about now, and so would her bed. She still didn't know what happened, when things went wrong-
"Miss?" spoke a soft, feminine voice "Miss, you need to drink this. Ma'am says it's going to help your recovery."
"It's Janie." she said, before opening her eyes. A tall and willowy blonde stood in front of her, holding a smoothie. "Well, hello. Nice to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Sandy... will you drink this please?"
"Yes, whatever you say." she sipped the drink, without knowing what was in it, or where she was. Something about the place made her trust everything.
"Your boat is almost repaired and since you're up you can go anytime you want."
"Where is this?"
"That's not important, Miss Janie."
"Yes, it is."
"Elysium. We're a small world in big solar system and an even bigger galaxy. We're nothing compared to where you've been and what you've seen."
"Don't say that."
"It's true, but we all like it here."
"I'll reimburse you for any damage or expense."
"That won't be necessary, in fact, we have something for you."
"...What?"
"A map, for The Key Of Time. You said something about it in your sleep and this was just sitting around in the archives."
"Funny coincidence."
"You wouldn't say that if you saw all that was sitting around in our archives."
Janie was about to say something else, when a loud young man ran into the room. "The boat is fixed! We couldn't get inside, but the hole is patched up enough so she won't sink... Hi there Miss."
The young man was towheaded and covered in grease and sand, clearly very excited about something. Janie sipped at the smoothie and realized that it tasted like a sunset and memories of old picnics. Enough to make her forget her doubts. Sandy handed the map to her and smiled.
"Miss Janie, are you going to stay for a while?"
"No, Sandy. I've got things to do."
"You're welcome here any time."
Janie nodded at the two, then set the smoothie down and walked out of the room. The rift raft floated in the water, and soon, the two of them took off, back into space.
"You okay?" she muttered to her boat.
"Don't worry about that. Can you stand?"
There was a fog in Janie's mind, and she had no idea when her boat started to speak. Or why it was speaking, or how she ended up on a beach. Then, a few seconds later, she realized that a shadowy figure stood over her. That's what spoke, not her boat.
"Over here!" called the voice "She's bad off."
After closing her eyes for a second, to block the sun out, she remembered setting the auto-pilot on the boat, then pouring out a nice glass of whiskey for herself. Gods, that whiskey would be good about now, and so would her bed. She still didn't know what happened, when things went wrong-
"Miss?" spoke a soft, feminine voice "Miss, you need to drink this. Ma'am says it's going to help your recovery."
"It's Janie." she said, before opening her eyes. A tall and willowy blonde stood in front of her, holding a smoothie. "Well, hello. Nice to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Sandy... will you drink this please?"
"Yes, whatever you say." she sipped the drink, without knowing what was in it, or where she was. Something about the place made her trust everything.
"Your boat is almost repaired and since you're up you can go anytime you want."
"Where is this?"
"That's not important, Miss Janie."
"Yes, it is."
"Elysium. We're a small world in big solar system and an even bigger galaxy. We're nothing compared to where you've been and what you've seen."
"Don't say that."
"It's true, but we all like it here."
"I'll reimburse you for any damage or expense."
"That won't be necessary, in fact, we have something for you."
"...What?"
"A map, for The Key Of Time. You said something about it in your sleep and this was just sitting around in the archives."
"Funny coincidence."
"You wouldn't say that if you saw all that was sitting around in our archives."
Janie was about to say something else, when a loud young man ran into the room. "The boat is fixed! We couldn't get inside, but the hole is patched up enough so she won't sink... Hi there Miss."
The young man was towheaded and covered in grease and sand, clearly very excited about something. Janie sipped at the smoothie and realized that it tasted like a sunset and memories of old picnics. Enough to make her forget her doubts. Sandy handed the map to her and smiled.
"Miss Janie, are you going to stay for a while?"
"No, Sandy. I've got things to do."
"You're welcome here any time."
Janie nodded at the two, then set the smoothie down and walked out of the room. The rift raft floated in the water, and soon, the two of them took off, back into space.
Sent to Phoenix
P,
I need a vacation. Water my plants for me?
I'm going on a mission to recover 'The Key of Time'. Or 'The Key to Tim', I'm not sure, the translation looks like it can be bad. If I don't cheat it should only take a few days.
xoxo,
Janie
PS
Don't take any chinchillas from Lynn. I'm trying to teach her a lesson.
PPS
Just delete the email you'll get tomorrow. It's a scam! There was a redhead and... you know.
PPPS
Take anything you want from the fridge. EXCEPT CHINCHILLAS
To Julian
Julian,
I'm going on a short mission and will be back on Saturday night. Do you want to go to another club?
To work:
I request, and grant myself two days of paid vacation time. Since I am HR, I can do this, don't worry everyone will be paid on time. Because I do my job.
Janie Taylor
P,
I'm going on a mission to recover 'The Key of Time'. Or 'The Key to Tim', I'm not sure, the translation looks like it can be bad. If I don't cheat it should only take a few days.
xoxo,
Janie
PS
Don't take any chinchillas from Lynn. I'm trying to teach her a lesson.
PPS
Just delete the email you'll get tomorrow. It's a scam! There was a redhead and... you know.
PPPS
Take anything you want from the fridge. EXCEPT CHINCHILLAS
To Julian
Julian,
I'm going on a short mission and will be back on Saturday night. Do you want to go to another club?
-Janie
To work:
I request, and grant myself two days of paid vacation time. Since I am HR, I can do this, don't worry everyone will be paid on time. Because I do my job.
Janie Taylor
Chinchillas
Sep. 12th, 2012 04:07 amThe gentle sounds of jazz, and the click clacking of a keyboard were the only sounds that filled the small room late one afternoon. Janie lay on a hammock, using an old laptop to play internet games and to go on internet search tangents.
With no motivation to do any work, she continued to type and click her mousepad, until her phone rang.
The hammock flipped when she reached for the ringing phone, and she and her laptop tumbled to he ground. Janie glanced t the now ruined LCD screen then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Janie hung up, and hurried out, before Lynn could convince her. Later that evening, she worked on a different laptop, with one of the pets in her lap.
With no motivation to do any work, she continued to type and click her mousepad, until her phone rang.
The hammock flipped when she reached for the ringing phone, and she and her laptop tumbled to he ground. Janie glanced t the now ruined LCD screen then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Janie hung up, and hurried out, before Lynn could convince her. Later that evening, she worked on a different laptop, with one of the pets in her lap.
