So sorry my dear lemon peepers, I feel horribly for not putting out parts these past few days, but I haz had no inspiration. I'm going to go write one as soon as I post this. Sorry again, I just creatived myself out for a while.
XD and just when I got caught up! It’s okay, it happens to even the best writers...
BWAHAHAHAHAH coughcough I mean….waaaaat, poor next, that's crazy. I guess…..I had a plateau, but I'm working on it.
Wanda put her elbows on her desk and folding her hands she let her head droop into them. It had been tough being the Head of everything, especially this past year. Things had happened, hard things. The country near them had suddenly declared hate for them and she had lost months of sleep and worked like a dog to figure out why and to fix it all. After that she had been secretly landed in the hospital with exhaustion and fatigue. Her blood pressure was not the best and her doctor told her to take it easy or else. Worst case scenario, possible heart failure or stroke. She was on medication and mad about it, and stressed. And then she found out that there had been a Fourth Wall that was kept a secret for nearly four hundred years. That had pretty much put her over the top. In public she was in charge, cool almost unaffected by this "surprise". But that night she had gone home and thrown bricks at vases in her concrete garage. This, she had found over the years, was by far the very best way to get out her anger without injuring others of course. That or furious gardening. Wanda exhaled and pushed her chair back, standing up come to her decision. She packed her things into her briefcase and battened down the hatches of her office for the evening. As she walked past her Second's office she peeked in, leaning on the doorframe. "Hey, I'm going to head home for the evening. Anything you need me to handle over the weekend?" Carter's eyebrow shot up and he cast a quick confirming glance at the clock, which read 3:15 p.m. His head snapped back to her and his expression was very concerned. "Are you sick?" He knew about her doctor's orders. She shook her head quickly.
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We all do this sometimes... ^ NICE PART ESSA!
XD Furious gardening, is always the best answer. *nods in agreement* Why thanky sir.
Sighing she stirred slightly when she heard banging from the kitchen, "Are you sure you don't want any help cooking in there?" Carter's voice echoed back over the clattering and frying noises, "Don't you dare get off of that couch. And keep drinking that water!" "Okay, okay, I'm drinking it right now." She smiled and sipped at her fourth glass since she's been home. She had briefly contemplated dumping the glasses in her potted plants, but Carter seemed to possess some sort of radar that made her unable to get away with things. She lazily changed the channel to old shows, Andy Griffith, Leave it to Beaver, Dukes of Hazard, Emily of New Moon, Monk. Lots of the trusty ones. Not like the twenty zillion other channels of garbage. She stayed on that channel and let it play even though it was mid episode. Soon Carter plopped down next to her and handed her a plate. It was piled with home fried chicken, green bean casserole, and french fries. He wiggled his eyebrows in excitement, "Ice cream for dessert!" "What happened to you being my health overlord?" "Um, well I decided that you need some meat on your bones so you don't starve while your getting healthy." He smirked self satisfied with himself. She snorted and rolled her eyes but was unable to hid her good natured smile. "Fine, whatever you want to eat." After a good hour of them stuffing themselves she put their ice cream bowls in the sink and made a half hearted attempt to do their dishes but Carter waved her off. "Do them tomorrow. Go read or something, go to sleep at a good hour." He gave her orders as he shrugged into his jacket. She saluted him smilingly, "Okay, don't worry I will. Doing anything tomorrow?" "Not if you want to go someplace. What's up." "Just thought we could to something, shop or whatever. It's been a really long time since I did anything not work related." "Okay, text me when you want to do something." "Thanks, I will. Night!" "Night!" He waved and smiled and closed the door behind himself. It was a good start to getting her life back, but she needed to put her past behind. If she could.
Radar... XD sounds like my parents...
I appreciate the references to the old TV shows! What about the single greatest old TV comedy “I Love Lucy”?! That’s, like, the best one!
I've only ever watched one or two episodes….so I forgot about it! :X Lol, yeah. Sorry. Glad you like it.
Benjamin Seysoe slowly turned his chair from side to side behind his desk. This friday's meeting had not gone well, for the first time in twenty years a meeting seemed to have brought up actual concerns for the Organization. Apparently on wednesday some secretary in Universal, the head office for their group mind you, had disappeared with no explanation. Investigation of his house reported he hadn't been there since at least then. Then Daxon had gotten worried and checked his computer. The boss was not happy. In fact that was the only time Benjamin could recall this boss losing his temper in a meeting before. The previous boss had mysteriously died three years ago and a new one had stepped into his place. The strange thing was, it hadn't been one of them, one of the CEO's in the Organization. To add to suspicion no one had actually seen the young new boss except Mia K. Malloane, his acting mouthpiece when he wasn't present and second in charge. Benjamin stared past his steepled fingers and blinked thoughtfully. This whole operation had taken twenty years to carefully craft, he had dedicated twenty years of his life to this endeavour. Working his way from the very bottom, up the ladder so he could be in position to help achieve the Organization's goal. He wasn't going to sit by and let some freshly graduated boy come by and take out his life's work. He reached for the phone and called his friend in the N.Z.S.I.S. (New Zealand Security Intelligence Service) they owed him a favor and it was time to deliver.
Yet again, I took it literally at first, and wondered how the company that produced Jurassic Park had to do with your story.
So any of the things said by characters in these chapters are totally not real and neither I nor the users playing them hold those opinions, unless otherwise expressed by me or them. They're only there because I'm doing my best to make it realistic. XD
After that disclaimer, anyone have any questions about the characters? I can tell ages, countries, and various other things but I reserve the right to not answer questions that would have spoilers. Or simply because I didn't know the answer. XD Anyways ask me anything!
Wanda put her elbows on her desk and folding her hands she let her head droop into them. It had been tough being the Head of everything, especially this past year. Things had happened, hard things. The country near them had suddenly declared hate for them and she had lost months of sleep and worked like a dog to figure out why and to fix it all. After that she had been secretly landed in the hospital with exhaustion and fatigue. Her blood pressure was not the best and her doctor told her to take it easy or else. Worst case scenario, possible heart failure or stroke. She was on medication and mad about it, and stressed. And then she found out that there had been a Fourth Wall that was kept a secret for nearly four hundred years. That had pretty much put her over the top. In public she was in charge, cool almost unaffected by this "surprise". But that night she had gone home and thrown bricks at vases in her concrete garage. This, she had found over the years, was by far the very best way to get out her anger without injuring others of course. That or furious gardening. Wanda exhaled and pushed her chair back, standing up come to her decision. She packed her things into her briefcase and battened down the hatches of her office for the evening. As she walked past her Second's office she peeked in, leaning on the doorframe. "Hey, I'm going to head home for the evening. Anything you need me to handle over the weekend?" Carter's eyebrow shot up and he cast a quick confirming glance at the clock, which read 3:15 p.m. His head snapped back to her and his expression was very concerned. "Are you sick?" He knew about her doctor's orders. She shook her head quickly.
Benjamin Seysoe slowly turned his chair from side to side behind his desk. This friday's meeting had not gone well, for the first time in twenty years a meeting seemed to have brought up actual concerns for the Organization. Apparently on wednesday some secretary in Universal, the head office for their group mind you, had disappeared with no explanation. Investigation of his house reported he hadn't been there since at least then. Then Daxon had gotten worried and checked his computer. The boss was not happy. In fact that was the only time Benjamin could recall this boss losing his temper in a meeting before. The previous boss had mysteriously died three years ago and a new one had stepped into his place. The strange thing was, it hadn't been one of them, one of the CEO's in the Organization. To add to suspicion no one had actually seen the young new boss except Mia K. Malloane, his acting mouthpiece when he wasn't present and second in charge. Benjamin stared past his steepled fingers and blinked thoughtfully. This whole operation had taken twenty years to carefully craft, he had dedicated twenty years of his life to this endeavour. Working his way from the very bottom, up the ladder so he could be in position to help achieve the Organization's goal. He wasn't going to sit by and let some freshly graduated boy come by and take out his life's work. He reached for the phone and called his friend in the N.Z.S.I.S. (New Zealand Security Intelligence Service) they owed him a favor and it was time to deliver.
Yet again, I took it literally at first, and wondered how the company that produced Jurassic Park had to do with your story.
Sorry again, I just creatived myself out for a while. 
It’s okay, it happens to even the best writers... 
