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BanaBatGirl · 11-07-2015, 02:13 AM

Nailed it! William tossed his fist in the air, victorious, and then picked up his Ramen to dig in. Nothing tasted better than a win. "Sorry mate," he called out belatedly. Hopefully his lunch wasn't ruined by this assassin...

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Originally Posted by Govoni

Merlin, talk about promoting inter-department communication and relations...

When William had popped up for his impromptu visit to her cubical last week, had there been a file in his hands? Marilyn, who thought herself to be rather astute, didn't recall there being anything in his grasp other than the chocolate-chip cookie bag. However, here she was - another set of heels, another day - clicking towards the lifts to return the oddly placed documents.

The oddness that went on around the Ministry building had not been lost on the blonde. Things disappearing and appearing at random...Mar accounted it to all the magic tangible in the atmosphere.

Of course, when she'd stepped out into the Hangout area, where she suspected William to be, she found him tossing one of their teams foam balls towards a person; one she didn't particularly recognize. It connected easily with the man's head...before bouncing off and landing on the floor.

Another name on their kill-list? Mar presumed so.

Clearing her throat indelicately, because she wasn't one of those women, she waved the file towards her teammate. "Does this look familiar to you?"

Just as he munched through a spoonful of noodles, Willy looked up at the footsteps of another potential target (?). Oh no, it was just his partner-in-crime in this game, Marilyn Romalotti.

"Hey," he beamed at her, relaxing a bit because he didn't have to try as hard to watch his back now. "Is that mine? I dunno, what's inside?" He beckoned her over to join him on his bench, removing his backpack so she could take a seat if she'd like.

11-07-2015, 02:13 AM	#8 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl MLE & DoM Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,210 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry RPG Name: Bernadette O. Grantham Law Enforcement Ministry RPG Name: David O. Truebridge Mysteries	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Nailed it! William tossed his fist in the air, victorious, and then picked up his Ramen to dig in. Nothing tasted better than a win. "Sorry mate," he called out belatedly. Hopefully his lunch wasn't ruined by this assassin... Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni Merlin, talk about promoting inter-department communication and relations... When William had popped up for his impromptu visit to her cubical last week, had there been a file in his hands? Marilyn, who thought herself to be rather astute, didn't recall there being anything in his grasp other than the chocolate-chip cookie bag. However, here she was - another set of heels, another day - clicking towards the lifts to return the oddly placed documents. The oddness that went on around the Ministry building had not been lost on the blonde. Things disappearing and appearing at random...Mar accounted it to all the magic tangible in the atmosphere. Of course, when she'd stepped out into the Hangout area, where she suspected William to be, she found him tossing one of their teams foam balls towards a person; one she didn't particularly recognize. It connected easily with the man's head...before bouncing off and landing on the floor. Another name on their kill-list? Mar presumed so. Clearing her throat indelicately, because she wasn't one of those women, she waved the file towards her teammate. "Does this look familiar to you?" Just as he munched through a spoonful of noodles, Willy looked up at the footsteps of another potential target (?). Oh no, it was just his partner-in-crime in this game, Marilyn Romalotti. "Hey," he beamed at her, relaxing a bit because he didn't have to try as hard to watch his back now. "Is that mine? I dunno, what's inside?" He beckoned her over to join him on his bench, removing his backpack so she could take a seat if she'd like. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind