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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 1:49 am
The Home of the Largos and the Most Powerful Company in the World
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 3:26 pm
 εїз Annalise Romero εїз
Why oh why are my genetics such a b***h?!
◤She coughed as the thick foggy air surrounding Geneco filled her lungs. Silently, Annalise berated herself for forgetting her mask back home. Sighing, Annalise typed in her code to enter the Geneco facility and entered. A few people greeted her and Annalise smiled, greeting them back. For some odd reason, it felt as if something was odd...that it was more tense than it had been all week. Was she missing something?
Annalise paused by the front desk. "Umm....is there anything Miss Sweet needed from me today?" The lady behind the counter checked her computer and shook her head. "No. Your free to head to your Gentern to continue your training."
Annalise thanked her and headed down the hallway.◢
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 3:50 pm
 ￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Hmmm? W-what? Me? K-know the Repo Man? Ever heard of s-sarcasm?"
He spotted a girl in the hallway and noted she was an apprentice Gentern. "G-gentern." He called out to her. "I-is M-Miss S-Sweet in today? D-do you k-know?"』
"Besides, why would he even b-bother with s-someone like m-me? H-he's too busy repossessing o-organs."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 3:54 pm
εїз Annalise Romero εїз
Why oh why are my genetics such a b***h?!
◤Annalise jumped a bit before she slowly turned around. She forgot who he was exactly but remembered he was one of the higher ups and one of the few people who spoke to Amber Sweet directly. "I am unsure. I believe she is." Annalise said with a small shrug. "Umm...maybe you can ask Miss Cranberry?" Miss Cranberry was the lady that ran the front desk and was one of the few people nice to Annalise.
....Wait. Was he stuttering? He did someone like him even rise high in Geneco?◢
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 3:57 pm
￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Hmmm? W-what? Me? K-know the Repo Man? Ever heard of s-sarcasm?"
『Arthur frowned and his eye twitched slightly. "W-what use are y-you if you c-cannot answer a s-simple question?!" Turning immediatly on his heel, he headed to the front desk.
"Y-you there M-madame!" He said, staring at the desk, avoiding eye contact with Miss Cranberry. "I-is M-miss S-sweet in t-today?" He fiddled around with some of the pens laid out on the desk so people could sign various paperwork as "Miss" Cranberry checked to see if Amber Sweet was in for the day.』
"Besides, why would he even b-bother with s-someone like m-me? H-he's too busy repossessing o-organs."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:53 pm
...And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife...
Addicted to the knife...Amber was leaning back in her high-backed chair, her stilletto-shoed feet up on the desk, amid a stack of forms that she was obviously ignoring.
She sighed with frustration and languidly lifted one finger, the bright red nail polish flashing in the light of the GeneCo lamps. Pressing the intercom button on her phone, she closed her eyes.
"Yes? What is it?"
A few short sentences later, Amber gave another sigh, pushing the button once more. Arthur was on his way up...
((OOC: Sorry guys. I'm totally into this RP, but a few IRL issues have reared their ugly heads. So if I'm a little slow for a couple days, I seriously apologize. <333)) And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony...
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Angels Fell First Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 12:50 am
￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Hmmm? W-what? Me? K-know the Repo Man? Ever heard of s-sarcasm?"
『Arthur thanked Miss Cranberry as he headed into the elevator and pressed in another code to verfiy that it was him that indeed stepped into the elevator. With a sigh, Arthur loosened his tie a little before it binged and opened to let him out.
Arthur stepped out and spotted Amber relaxing on her desk. Making sure they were the only ones in the room, he stood up a little taller, taking huge strides to cover the gap between the elevator and Miss Sweet.
"I have the organs from Thomas Davidson. All here and ready for your inspection." Since Amber was the one who hired him and knew what he did, there was no need to mask his identiy...much less stutter.
((Ha. It's alright. I hope everything will get solved and everything will be alright biggrin ))』
"Besides, why would he even b-bother with s-someone like m-me? H-he's too busy repossessing o-organs."
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 2:27 am
...And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife...
Addicted to the knife...Amber gingerly removed her legs from the desk. She took her sweet ((haha, Sweet)) time, flashing as much thigh as possible. It didn't really matter WHO the man was, she wanted him to notice her.
"Very good", she all but purred, "Let's see them then".
She offered him a smile, leaning back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other as she waited.
((Oh...and...ROFLMAO. Miss Cranberry? WTF? She's a fruit. XD)) And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony...
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Angels Fell First Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:41 am
￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Hmmm? W-what? Me? K-know the Repo Man? Ever heard of s-sarcasm?"
『Arthur raised an eyebrow as Amber adjusted herself to a more...comfortable position. A small smile crossed his face as he got the idea of her wanting him to notice her.
Why the hell not? He thought as he watched her gingerly re-cross her legs and lean back in the chair. Arthur then opened up the small bag and a small cloud of mist poured out, indicating that it was somehow a freezer. Gingerly, he took out the organs that were sealed in bags and placed them on her desk.
Arthur's eyes slowly traced over her legs, her body, then to her face. Two could certianly play the game.
"All yours....Miss Sweet..." He replied with a purr of his own.
((*points to Alundra hopping all over the thread* She started it XD Blame her!! ))』
"Besides, why would he even b-bother with s-someone like m-me? H-he's too busy repossessing o-organs."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:53 am
εїз Annalise Romero, Gentern Apprentice εїз
Why oh why are my genetics such a b***h?!
◤Annalise only scowled at the man as he shoved her aside and headed to the front desk. She entered the elevator and pressed the floor for where the Genterns were located and sighed as it began its slow trek. Her mind couldn't help but think back to the odd man she had met only a few moments before. The more Annalise thought about him, the more odd he stood out. Something wasn't right about him and Annalise couldn't quite place a finger on it.
"Your just being paranoid..." She muttered to herself as it binged to let her know they had arrived and the doors opened to let her out.◢
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Angels Fell First Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:03 am
...And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife...
Addicted to the knife...Amber leaned forward, her arms on the desk, showing off her ample cleavage as she examined the organs. Why did this kind of thing appeal to her? If she'd cared, she might have thought that she was a bit messed up...Of course, she didn't care...
She looked them over before leaning back again.
"Excellent", she said simply, recrossing her legs and offering him a smirk.
"You're doing a wonderful job, Arthur...Keep it up".
((Aahhh...So it's all HER fault!))And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony...
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:22 am
￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Hmmm? W-what? Me? K-know the Repo Man? Ever heard of s-sarcasm?"
『Arthur only continued to smile as he put the organs back inside the bag. "Such a lovely compliment from you Miss Sweet." He said as he finished closing the bag with a wink. "I do such a wonderful job because I want to keep my lady happy. A unhappy lady is an unhappy home..." His smile grew a little bigger. "And we certainly do not want that...well, at least not me."
What a kiss a** he was....but it had managed to get him this far and such games amused him. It was what helped keep him sane, one supposed.
((XD Yes. It is. Maybe she was eating fruit...? ))』
"Besides, why would he even b-bother with s-someone like m-me? H-he's too busy repossessing o-organs."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:25 am
εїз Annalise Romero, Gentern Apprentice εїз
Why oh why are my genetics such a b***h?!
◤Annalise clocked out for the day and began her trek back to the elevator. With a heavy sigh, the lecture rang in her ears. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be a Gentern? She sighed and shook the thought away. Annalise had to prove to her parents that she could make it, despite being ill.
With a small smile, she entered the elevator as it arrived, lost in a small daydream.
((XD I was not! I just couldn't think of anything better at the moment!))◢
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 2:57 am
Let your life be a dream..
Integrity. Honesty.... The years had been kind to Echo. Of course, Echo had only been alive for two, but they had been two very good years. They more than made up for the seventeen previous years that had been Shilo's. She walked clamly down the hall, the hem of her frail gown clinging to her in a whisper of silk as she moved. It was little more than a slip, the color a soft, pale lavender that complimented her more than she was willing to admit. Her hair was loose, falling like an ebony waterfall, straight, thick, heavy, to the middle of her back. She wore minimal makeup, no scars. Echo/Shilo had never had a surgery, and they never planned to. No, she wouldn't be pulled into that loop.
Her feet were encased in soft slippers, silent against the marble floors, hidden when she stilled, the folds of the gown spilling against their tops. Miss Cranberry was behind the desk. Echo/Shilo nodded softly, and she simply waited. No doubt Amber Sweet had more harsh words for her, more critique about the previous night's show that she had to endure. It didn't bother her. At least her employer didn't recognize her. Don't look back till you're free to
Chase the morning....
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Angels Fell First Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:48 am
...And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife...
Addicted to the knife...Amber smiled. She knew he was simply kissing her a** because of his job. But she didn't mind. Kissing up was still kissing up, and the more compliments that he gave her, the more she liked him.
After another buzz from her intercom, she stood, sighing and stretching languidly. She moved over to him.
"Thank you, Arthur", she purred softly, "Unfortunately, it seems I have another appointment."
She leaned over and kissed his temple, letting her lips linger for a moment before pulling back.
"You may go".
With that, she moved back behind the desk and waited for her 'singer' to show.
((Lol. Amber is fun to play. XD I get to be a SLUT! WOO!))And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony...
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