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Shanners · 04-04-2010, 08:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Samuel wrinkled his eyebrows when he noticed how RED her hand was. That could not be good. Not good at all. It looked like it was burnt! And, of course, he was right. He looked at the woman when she explained how she had burnt herself with coffee. Wow, that's all he could say. "I guess you won't try opening a door like that again while holding coffee," he commented with a chuckle.

He placed his newspaper and coffee cup on the table next to what looked like a pumpkin pastry before pulling out his wand. "I think putting some cold water on it would make it feel better," he offered. "Unless the, uhhh, saliva made it better."

Pippa frowned as she noticed Sam looking at the redness of her hand, and then chuckled softly at his comment. "I guess I probably wont. I'll expect someone else to open doors for me now, especially when I have coffee." Now, to find that certain slave. Wouldn't take long, there were enough people around the Ministry. Maybe Che- Nope. Pippa was certain she wouldn't be able to stand being around him longer than thirty seconds. Exagguration.

Raising an eyebrow at his raised wand, Pippa then nodded. "Cold water. Yeah. Might help." Snorting a little at the saliva comment she shook her head. "Na, it just made it sting a bit more.."

Sneakeh Cat · 04-04-2010, 08:40 PM

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Originally Posted by midget ♥

Pippa frowned as she noticed Sam looking at the redness of her hand, and then chuckled softly at his comment. "I guess I probably wont. I'll expect someone else to open doors for me now, especially when I have coffee." Now, to find that certain slave. Wouldn't take long, there were enough people around the Ministry. Maybe Che- Nope. Pippa was certain she wouldn't be able to stand being around him longer than thirty seconds. Exagguration.

Raising an eyebrow at his raised wand, Pippa then nodded. "Cold water. Yeah. Might help." Snorting a little at the saliva comment she shook her head. "Na, it just made it sting a bit more.."

"Perfect idea." Samuel would have opened the door for her if he had known she was coming, but it wasn't like he was a physic or anything. He twirled his wand around in circles as he took a look around the breakroom before looking right back at Pippa. What level was did she work on again? Level 5? That sounded about right. He was beginning to wonder why she had walked all the way here, but then he figured this was the closet level that had a breakroom. Weiiiird.

"Okay, here..." he said as he reached for the hand that was red. He moved her hand to where it was over the floor before he pointed his wand at it. He knew this was going to make a mess, but he could always clean it up before, you know, Wes showed up or something. It wasn't like he was throwing water at anyone, so if Wes DID show up, he had no right to put him back into time-out. Nonverbally, he casted Aguamenti, and then cold water came out of his wand and onto Pippa's hand.

He waited until it looked like enough water had hit it before he stopped the water and let go of her hand. "Done. Does it feel better now?" He asked as he cleaned up the water on the floor with a swish of his wand.

Shanners · 04-04-2010, 08:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

"Perfect idea." Samuel would have opened the door for her if he had known she was coming, but it wasn't like he was a physic or anything. He twirled his wand around in circles as he took a look around the breakroom before looking right back at Pippa. What level was did she work on again? Level 5? That sounded about right. He was beginning to wonder why she had walked all the way here, but then he figured this was the closet level that had a breakroom. Weiiiird.

"Okay, here..." he said as he reached for the hand that was red. He moved her hand to where it was over the floor before he pointed his wand at it. He knew this was going to make a mess, but he could always clean it up before, you know, Wes showed up or something. It wasn't like he was throwing water at anyone, so if Wes DID show up, he had no right to put him back into time-out. Nonverbally, he casted Aguamenti, and then cold water came out of his wand and onto Pippa's hand.

He waited until it looked like enough water had hit it before he stopped the water and let go of her hand. "Done. Does it feel better now?" He asked as he cleaned up the water on the floor with a swish of his wand.

Laughing lightly, Pippa looked over at the door, and then over at her coffee and pasty, which were now accompanied by Sam's paper and coffee. "I think I'll hold slave auditions, I can probably find a few good slaves, make a rota. Depends how good they all are, or if they're cheeseball's." Like one person in particular. Who actually, Pippa was certain, worked on this level. She'd have to check up on that one, really, wouldn't she. Without him knowing, or having to come in contact with her. NO.

Closing her eyes, as Sam took her hand, Pippa almost winced as she knew what was coming, just didn't know when. That was the downfall of nonverbal spells, you never knew when they were coming. The sudden wince out loud did come as soon as the cold water came into contact with the burn on her hand, and accompanying it came a little squeak of pain, or from the coldness of the water. Through gritted teeth, she said: "That spell, needs a temperature adjuster, it's like ice at times." Frown.

But it was working, and once the water stopped it's contact with her hand, she opened her eyes and smiled up at Sam. "Alot better, thanks. Trust me, I don't burn myself often."

perrypotter4 · 04-04-2010, 08:57 PM

Luxa strolled into the Breakroom. "Ahhh. Everyone loves a nice break every once in a while." She said as she fell down onto a sofa. After about 15 minutes of relaxing on the puffy sofa, she stood up and walked to go get a cup of coffe.
"Now where can you find coffe around here?" She asked planning to go up to someone and ask. She had only been in the Breakroom once.

Sneakeh Cat · 04-04-2010, 11:19 PM

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Originally Posted by midget ♥

Laughing lightly, Pippa looked over at the door, and then over at her coffee and pasty, which were now accompanied by Sam's paper and coffee. "I think I'll hold slave auditions, I can probably find a few good slaves, make a rota. Depends how good they all are, or if they're cheeseball's." Like one person in particular. Who actually, Pippa was certain, worked on this level. She'd have to check up on that one, really, wouldn't she. Without him knowing, or having to come in contact with her. NO.

Closing her eyes, as Sam took her hand, Pippa almost winced as she knew what was coming, just didn't know when. That was the downfall of nonverbal spells, you never knew when they were coming. The sudden wince out loud did come as soon as the cold water came into contact with the burn on her hand, and accompanying it came a little squeak of pain, or from the coldness of the water. Through gritted teeth, she said: "That spell, needs a temperature adjuster, it's like ice at times." Frown.

But it was working, and once the water stopped it's contact with her hand, she opened her eyes and smiled up at Sam. "Alot better, thanks. Trust me, I don't burn myself often."

Slave auditions? Sam had NOTHING to say about that, except... "For the record, I'm not auditioning," he commented. NO. WAY. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the term 'cheeseball'. This woman was something, that was for sure. He has never, in his entire life, heard someone classify people as 'cheeseballs' if they're not good. "Cheeseballs?" He questioned. "I'm not a cheeseball, am I?" He just needed to make sure.

He placed his wand back into his pocket, and then he looked back at Pippa. "It was too cold? I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't think it would be ice cold..." Oops? Ah, well. At least she said it was a lot better now. That was good! "I'm very glad to know you don't burn yourself often," he replied with a wink.

He sat down at the table before asking, "So, Pippa, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you since...Diagon Alley?" That was a LONG time ago.

Shanners · 04-04-2010, 11:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Slave auditions? Sam had NOTHING to say about that, except... "For the record, I'm not auditioning," he commented. NO. WAY. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the term 'cheeseball'. This woman was something, that was for sure. He has never, in his entire life, heard someone classify people as 'cheeseballs' if they're not good. "Cheeseballs?" He questioned. "I'm not a cheeseball, am I?" He just needed to make sure.

He placed his wand back into his pocket, and then he looked back at Pippa. "It was too cold? I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't think it would be ice cold..." Oops? Ah, well. At least she said it was a lot better now. That was good! "I'm very glad to know you don't burn yourself often," he replied with a wink.

He sat down at the table before asking, "So, Pippa, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you since...Diagon Alley?" That was a LONG time ago.

Pippa nodded once, and then giggled -something she didn't do often, so Sam was in luck- before speaking. "You know what? You would have made an excellent slave or door opener, Sam. I'm disappointed in your lack of ability to help a woman in need. Very shameful, very very shameful." The blonde grinned up at him, and then laughed once more. "Cheeseballs, balls of cheese. In people form, I tend to use the term cheeseball when someone has reeeeally cheesy chat up lines, or overall can't hold a conversation without saying something cheesy. So no, you're not a cheeseball, Sam." She smiled softly, and ran her un-burnt hand through her hair. Much easier.

He was apologising? Oh, how sweet of him. "No, no. Don't worry about it, Sam. I should have expected it to be cold, I don't think it was as cold as I felt it to be, when your skins burning you know, things are alot different when you feel them on that part of the skin, as to how they would feel elsewhere." And no, that wasn't saying she was okay with being soaked to test that small theory.

"Trust me, I don't think anyone banks on being burnt by an apparantly harmless coffee. The drink of torture that is." She returned his wink, and shrugged. Though, her point wasn't going to stop her from drinking it. Nuh-uh.

After deciding to eat her pumpkin pasty finally, Pippa took a seat, and gave Sam a smile, while unwrapping her late lunch. "Me? Oh well, I've been working... working some more... looking after a four year old still... working. How about you?"

Sneakeh Cat · 04-06-2010, 03:42 AM

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Pippa nodded once, and then giggled -something she didn't do often, so Sam was in luck- before speaking. "You know what? You would have made an excellent slave or door opener, Sam. I'm disappointed in your lack of ability to help a woman in need. Very shameful, very very shameful." The blonde grinned up at him, and then laughed once more. "Cheeseballs, balls of cheese. In people form, I tend to use the term cheeseball when someone has reeeeally cheesy chat up lines, or overall can't hold a conversation without saying something cheesy. So no, you're not a cheeseball, Sam." She smiled softly, and ran her un-burnt hand through her hair. Much easier.

He was apologising? Oh, how sweet of him. "No, no. Don't worry about it, Sam. I should have expected it to be cold, I don't think it was as cold as I felt it to be, when your skins burning you know, things are alot different when you feel them on that part of the skin, as to how they would feel elsewhere." And no, that wasn't saying she was okay with being soaked to test that small theory.

"Trust me, I don't think anyone banks on being burnt by an apparantly harmless coffee. The drink of torture that is." She returned his wink, and shrugged. Though, her point wasn't going to stop her from drinking it. Nuh-uh.

After deciding to eat her pumpkin pasty finally, Pippa took a seat, and gave Sam a smile, while unwrapping her late lunch. "Me? Oh well, I've been working... working some more... looking after a four year old still... working. How about you?"

Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope.

He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing!

"Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh...

Shanners · 04-06-2010, 06:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope.

He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing!

"Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh...

Pippa laughed lightly and shrugged. Sam did have a point, of course he did, but really? Really, really? "Technically I could have done it myself, but yes, you helped. But still, I could have done it myself, however opening doors with the drink of torture could prove fatal and I can't, wont be doing that again. So... I guess... Maybe." Long-windeed her answer may have been, but answering the question it did, and all through her answer, did she smile up at him, shrugging once more as she came to a finish.

"Mmmhmm. No, you're not a cheeseball. Just one person I've met so far. Noone you should know, I guess." Or maybe, it all depended, they were all Division Heads; were they not?

Sliding into the seat she had already almost claimed before burning herself, Pippa smiled and opened her pumpkin pasty, and then looked over at Sam. "It is rather creative, I don't think I'll ever call it coffee again." Well, that was until she left this room, and probably would get weird looks from people who 'weren't there'.

"You noticed?" Pippa chuckled, and ran a few fingers through the hair obstructing her face, and smiled approvingly. "I guess it does, after a while." Or so, she was presuming. The only other work she had done, was in Africa on the lion drive, and teaching out there. Surprisingly. "And how's Division Heading going for you?" It wasn't being harsh on him was it? Probably not, he was a male. He could deal. Right?

Sneakeh Cat · 04-08-2010, 06:38 AM

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Pippa laughed lightly and shrugged. Sam did have a point, of course he did, but really? Really, really? "Technically I could have done it myself, but yes, you helped. But still, I could have done it myself, however opening doors with the drink of torture could prove fatal and I can't, wont be doing that again. So... I guess... Maybe." Long-windeed her answer may have been, but answering the question it did, and all through her answer, did she smile up at him, shrugging once more as she came to a finish.

"Mmmhmm. No, you're not a cheeseball. Just one person I've met so far. Noone you should know, I guess." Or maybe, it all depended, they were all Division Heads; were they not?

Sliding into the seat she had already almost claimed before burning herself, Pippa smiled and opened her pumpkin pasty, and then looked over at Sam. "It is rather creative, I don't think I'll ever call it coffee again." Well, that was until she left this room, and probably would get weird looks from people who 'weren't there'.

"You noticed?" Pippa chuckled, and ran a few fingers through the hair obstructing her face, and smiled approvingly. "I guess it does, after a while." Or so, she was presuming. The only other work she had done, was in Africa on the lion drive, and teaching out there. Surprisingly. "And how's Division Heading going for you?" It wasn't being harsh on him was it? Probably not, he was a male. He could deal. Right?

Sam had to agree with this woman. She COULD have done it herself, but he had been here and stepped in before she could do it. So, technically, he had still helped even IF she could have done it herself. "I still helped. There is no way around that fact, Pippa," he said with a grin. "And I'm happy to hear you won't be opening doors with the drink of torture, because if you do, I might not be here next time to help you." He had put a little bit of emphasis on the word 'help' just for the heck of it.

Oh, he was curious now. Quite curious. "And who is this person that is so special enough to be classified as a cheeseball?" He questioned. Not that he would probably know them or anything since he didn't know a lot of people off of Level 3, but he was curious, that's all.

"Rather creative indeed." He looked down at his cup of coffee. Drink of torture. Haha. Raising the cup to his mouth, he took another drink, and then placed it right back on the table.

"I've noticed, trust me. It doesn't really bother me, though." Sam shrugged. "This place never kept me as busy as working backstage at Broadway shows did." He couldn't think of any job that would keep someone night and day...and even on WEEKENDS to finish up things for an upcoming show. Not that he would ever go back and change things, because he loved working backstage! It was one of the best experiences in his life if not the best. "It's all good," he replied. "Nothing too bad. How's Division Heading going for you?"

Shanners · 04-08-2010, 07:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Sam had to agree with this woman. She COULD have done it herself, but he had been here and stepped in before she could do it. So, technically, he had still helped even IF she could have done it herself. "I still helped. There is no way around that fact, Pippa," he said with a grin. "And I'm happy to hear you won't be opening doors with the drink of torture, because if you do, I might not be here next time to help you." He had put a little bit of emphasis on the word 'help' just for the heck of it.

Oh, he was curious now. Quite curious. "And who is this person that is so special enough to be classified as a cheeseball?" He questioned. Not that he would probably know them or anything since he didn't know a lot of people off of Level 3, but he was curious, that's all.

"Rather creative indeed." He looked down at his cup of coffee. Drink of torture. Haha. Raising the cup to his mouth, he took another drink, and then placed it right back on the table.

"I've noticed, trust me. It doesn't really bother me, though." Sam shrugged. "This place never kept me as busy as working backstage at Broadway shows did." He couldn't think of any job that would keep someone night and day...and even on WEEKENDS to finish up things for an upcoming show. Not that he would ever go back and change things, because he loved working backstage! It was one of the best experiences in his life if not the best. "It's all good," he replied. "Nothing too bad. How's Division Heading going for you?"

Pippa nodded, raising an eyebrow at his persistancy that he had helped her. It was almost, cute. SNORT. "Mmmmhmm. If you say so, Sam. But I'm not so leniant towards the fact you helped, I could have done it myself, you just got there first. So was it really helping? Or were you just simply boasting that you could do it?" And if it was that, he was CERTAINLY going to get a slap, or a flick, or something. She hand't figured that out, just yet. Hehe. "And no emphasising on the word help, okay?" She giggled, lowering her eyebrow and settling to take a sip of her 'drink of torture'. It now, wasn't as hot as it had been. Thank merlin.

As if she knew he was going to ask that question, she started speaking as he finished his question. "Just some loser, that likes to call me gorgeous and stuff. His name's Dan. Works on this level, I thiiink." Something like that anyway. She wasn't 100% sure anyway. Why should she have been? It wasn't like Sam would know him. ~~How mistaken she really was~~

Eyes widening at the mentioning of Broadway shows, Pippa looked at Sam and chuckled. "YOU worked backstage at Broadway shows? Seriously?" Some people were so lucky in life, so lucky and they didnt know it. Poop heads. HEH.

She shrugged once, and shook her head. "It's manic, I guess, one of the Division Heads, I just don't like at all, she asked me to call a truce with her, and our other Division Head, Pandora, well she's just left and now we have Malachi, he's nice I guess. I get along with him, just not Alyssa. She seems too ... flouncy and prissy, and unprofessional." And annoying, in general.

Sneakeh Cat · 04-10-2010, 09:07 PM

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Pippa nodded, raising an eyebrow at his persistancy that he had helped her. It was almost, cute. SNORT. "Mmmmhmm. If you say so, Sam. But I'm not so leniant towards the fact you helped, I could have done it myself, you just got there first. So was it really helping? Or were you just simply boasting that you could do it?" And if it was that, he was CERTAINLY going to get a slap, or a flick, or something. She hand't figured that out, just yet. Hehe. "And no emphasising on the word help, okay?" She giggled, lowering her eyebrow and settling to take a sip of her 'drink of torture'. It now, wasn't as hot as it had been. Thank merlin.

As if she knew he was going to ask that question, she started speaking as he finished his question. "Just some loser, that likes to call me gorgeous and stuff. His name's Dan. Works on this level, I thiiink." Something like that anyway. She wasn't 100% sure anyway. Why should she have been? It wasn't like Sam would know him. ~~How mistaken she really was~~

Eyes widening at the mentioning of Broadway shows, Pippa looked at Sam and chuckled. "YOU worked backstage at Broadway shows? Seriously?" Some people were so lucky in life, so lucky and they didnt know it. Poop heads. HEH.

She shrugged once, and shook her head. "It's manic, I guess, one of the Division Heads, I just don't like at all, she asked me to call a truce with her, and our other Division Head, Pandora, well she's just left and now we have Malachi, he's nice I guess. I get along with him, just not Alyssa. She seems too ... flouncy and prissy, and unprofessional." And annoying, in general.

"I was simply boasting that I could do it." Sam was just joking around now. Even though she could have done it herself, he HAD helped her. No doubt about it. "I'm kidding. I was helping," he told her. "And what's wrong with putting emphasis on the word 'help'?" He saw nothing wrong with it. But his thoughts on emphasizes and whatnot were cut short by the next thing Pippa told him...

...DAN? As in Dan MCDEAN? As in his annoying brother Dan? Of course it was his brother because only his brother would like to call someone gorgeous. "He does work on this level." That was the only thing he had to say about that since he really didn't want to tell her that that cheeseball just so happened to be his brother.

He nodded. "I'm being serious," he replied. "I worked backstage for two years, and then I took the Division Head opening here." If he hadn't taken the opening, then he might still have been working in Broadway. Correction: He WOULD have still been working in Broadway.

"Pandora," he repeated. That name was ringing a little bell inside his head, but he couldn't quite remember where he had heard it from. Didn't she use to work on this level? Hmmm. "That name sounds familiar." It really really did.

He picked his coffee cup back up and took a sip. Once he sat it back on the table, he looked at his watch and said, "I should get going. I need to get back to the office. It was nice talking to you, Pippa." He stood up from his chair and got all his belongings together. "Bye!" With that, he headed out of the breakroom.

04-10-2010, 09:17 PM

Walking down to the 3rd level, where she was told the breakroom was, Mackenzie steps through the door. Seeing many people in the room, she realizes how left out she feels, not knowing anyone.

Finding an empty table in the corner, she takes a seat and takes out her lunch. Taking a small nibble out of the corner of her sandwich she looks around at everyone.

Sneakeh Cat · 05-17-2010, 10:24 PM

FOOOOOOD.

Guinea!Sam ran right into the breakroom, knowing this was exactly the place where that delicious food spell was coming from! He knew he was right when he spotted a rather large cupcake sitting on top of the counter, and that's when he tried to stop himself from running so quickly, but then he realized that he hadn't been running across the breakroom... but sliding.

Wait, SLIDING? And he didn't have any brakes!

BAMMM!

He had hit the one of the walls of the breakroom.

Ouch.

Boy Wonder · 05-18-2010, 12:38 AM

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FOOOOOOD.

Guinea!Sam ran right into the breakroom, knowing this was exactly the place where that delicious food spell was coming from! He knew he was right when he spotted a rather large cupcake sitting on top of the counter, and that's when he tried to stop himself from running so quickly, but then he realized that he hadn't been running across the breakroom... but sliding.

Wait, SLIDING? And he didn't have any brakes!

BAMMM!

He had hit the one of the walls of the breakroom.

Ouch.

By the time Ben reached the break room, he was in a full run. His tie was over his shoulder, his hair was a little blown back and part of his under shirt came out. Normally, Ben would have fixed this instantly. But considering the fact that as he looked around the room he spotted...

"THERE HE IS!" He launched the wand from his holster midswish as he shot a spell at Sam that would turn him back to a person. But, a, um. MAGENTA person.

Sneakeh Cat · 05-18-2010, 12:48 AM

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By the time Ben reached the break room, he was in a full run. His tie was over his shoulder, his hair was a little blown back and part of his under shirt came out. Normally, Ben would have fixed this instantly. But considering the fact that as he looked around the room he spotted...

"THERE HE IS!" He launched the wand from his holster midswish as he shot a spell at Sam that would turn him back to a person. But, a, um. MAGENTA person.

EEEEEP! People were trying to hex him now! And all he wanted was a piece of that cupcake.

Guinea!Sam quickly made a run for it when a man ran inside the breakroom tried to hex him, and he ran right behind the large refrigerator that was located in the room.

HA! They couldn't get him now.

Rawr! · 05-18-2010, 12:57 AM

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EEEEEP! People were trying to hex him now! And all he wanted was a piece of that cupcake.

Guinea!Sam quickly made a run for it when a man ran inside the breakroom tried to hex him, and he ran right behind the large refrigerator that was located in the room.

HA! They couldn't get him now.

Running behind Ben, Daemon came into the room looking a little ruffled. When Ben tried a spell and FAILED, Daemon took out his own wand. Unfortunately, the pink fluffball hid behind the fridge.

Pursing his lips at this tedious task, Daemon flicked his wand to move the fridge out of the way and tried to shoot another spell at the fluffball once it was revealed.

Anastasia_Crommwell · 05-18-2010, 01:05 AM

Annabeth came running into the room, wand at the ready. I'mhereI'mhereI'mhere.
She shot an aplogetic look at Ben and mouthed "Cyrek." This was all this fault. Mr.
I'm going to run away from home and steal things from people. Geez. Made her late to work, that one did. NOT APPRECIATED.

She shot a spell at the Guinea- Sam, but narrowly missed as the darn thing moved.

Stupid Rodent Man.

Sneakeh Cat · 05-18-2010, 01:24 AM

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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos

Running behind Ben, Daemon came into the room looking a little ruffled. When Ben tried a spell and FAILED, Daemon took out his own wand. Unfortunately, the pink fluffball hid behind the fridge.

Pursing his lips at this tedious task, Daemon flicked his wand to move the fridge out of the way and tried to shoot another spell at the fluffball once it was revealed.

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Annabeth came running into the room, wand at the ready. I'mhereI'mhereI'mhere.
She shot an aplogetic look at Ben and mouthed "Cyrek." This was all this fault. Mr.
I'm going to run away from home and steal things from people. Geez. Made her late to work, that one did. NOT APPRECIATED.

She shot a spell at the Guinea- Sam, but narrowly missed as the darn thing moved.

Stupid Rodent Man.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Guinea!Sam didn't know where to go once his hiding place was taken from him. He scurried away from the spell fired at him, and then spell hit against the wall where he use to be at.

Where to goooo?

He really wanted that cupcake, but these people were trying to kill him! So the cupcake was just going to have to wait until later.

Without hesitation, Guinea!Sam ran out the door and disappeared once more.

Anastasia_Crommwell · 05-18-2010, 02:02 AM

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OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Guinea!Sam didn't know where to go once his hiding place was taken from him. He scurried away from the spell fired at him, and then spell hit against the wall where he use to be at.

Where to goooo?

He really wanted that cupcake, but these people were trying to kill him! So the cupcake was just going to have to wait until later.

Without hesitation, Guinea!Sam ran out the door and disappeared once more.

Hmm. Well, Sam was scared, obviously. Had anyone even tried TALKING to him? Maybe he could still understand English.

She'd try that.

She sat down on the floor opposite him, and put her wand pack in its holster.
"Sam," she said, her soft voice echoing in the room, "We're not going to hurt you. You're a magenta ginea pig right now, and I'm sure you'd like to return to your body."

AND THEN HE LEFTT?

Well, that was a waste.
Annabeth got back up off the floor, and raced after him.

OOC: Where'd hee gooo? The little rascal.

Rawr! · 05-18-2010, 02:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Guinea!Sam didn't know where to go once his hiding place was taken from him. He scurried away from the spell fired at him, and then spell hit against the wall where he use to be at.

Where to goooo?

He really wanted that cupcake, but these people were trying to kill him! So the cupcake was just going to have to wait until later.

Without hesitation, Guinea!Sam ran out the door and disappeared once more.

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Originally Posted by Anastasia_Crommwell

Hmm. Well, Sam was scared, obviously. Had anyone even tried TALKING to him? Maybe he could still understand English.

She'd try that.

She sat down on the floor opposite him, and put her wand pack in its holster.
"Sam," she said, her soft voice echoing in the room, "We're not going to hurt you. You're a magenta ginea pig right now, and I'm sure you'd like to return to your body."

AND THEN HE LEFTT?

Well, that was a waste.
Annabeth got back up off the floor, and raced after him.

OOC: Where'd hee gooo? The little rascal.

Urgh. Darn thing ran away again. When Annabeth tried to reason with it, Daemon couldn't help but laugh. He walked over to her and gave her a pat on the back. "Sorry he didn't listen, Anna." He chuckled some more before everyone ran out.

Well, FOLLOW.

Boy Wonder · 05-18-2010, 09:13 PM

Once his spell missed and Sam scurried away, there was no getting him behind the fridge. But his team was shooting spells anyway. "Everyone, EVERYONE. Relax. It'll have to come out even-"

Sam ran right past Ben, at an angle in which he could get his wand right so he went right out the door. "Crap." He said. He then had an idea.

He looked at the try of cup cakes Sam was eating. Maybe he would come to them if they acted friendly to him. He walked over to it. "Alright. Everyone take a cupcake. Hold it out in front of you as you search for Sam. He may be attracted to it." He reached for the cupcake Sam was already nibbling and took it. he stood by the door and looked out. Level Three was big. He looked back. "Everyone knows how to change an animal back into a human, yes? So do NOT try and stun Sam or anything else. ONLY fire spells at him that would change him back to Sam McDean. Our spells to A LOT worse damage to small animals than people." He began to walk out. "Let's go."

momentai · 05-28-2010, 06:10 AM

Chad slipped into the breakroom. Yes, he had the cafeteria on his floor, but his department was on that floor too. He didn't want to make his employees attempts to find him TOO easy, now. A little bit of a challenge is good. Mhmmm.

With a mug of beautiful, glorious coffee in his hand, Chad took a seat at an empty table and looked around. Hmm, this place was nice. He could probably live in here.

Erindipity · 06-25-2010, 07:28 PM

Damien FINALLY sniffed out some coffee!! YAY! Leading the way into a breakroom he smiled softly and went straight to the coffee. *Twitch*

"So, Evander, what's your story besides being a Hit Wizard?" Damien asked as he DUMPED sugar and cream into his cup.

TeafortheSoul · 06-26-2010, 12:48 AM

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Originally Posted by Pink Ninja

Damien FINALLY sniffed out some coffee!! YAY! Leading the way into a breakroom he smiled softly and went straight to the coffee. *Twitch*

"So, Evander, what's your story besides being a Hit Wizard?" Damien asked as he DUMPED sugar and cream into his cup.

"Thats the majority of it." Evander made his black. And strong. Painfully so. He found a chair and folded his body into it, having to sit back a bit since his knees and the table weren't quite getting along.

"Undercover operations since I graduated. Started out doing the auror thing actually, then switched it up. I'd rather focus on criminals than dark wizards since, in my experience, not all of 'em are truly up to no good." Ahhh coffee. Thats what it was about.

Erindipity · 06-26-2010, 02:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Celandine

"Thats the majority of it." Evander made his black. And strong. Painfully so. He found a chair and folded his body into it, having to sit back a bit since his knees and the table weren't quite getting along.

"Undercover operations since I graduated. Started out doing the auror thing actually, then switched it up. I'd rather focus on criminals than dark wizards since, in my experience, not all of 'em are truly up to no good." Ahhh coffee. Thats what it was about.

Damien sipped his coffee and nodded his head. He reached up and loosened his tie then took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves a bit. He was not into being formal all the time. It was not something he enjoyed... at all. He chuckled at Evander trying to win a losing battle with the table.

Nodding he said, "I went straight into training after I left school. Only Auror work though. I think it was all I ever dreamed of from the moment I learned Defense Against the Dark Arts." HE shrugged as if to say it was in his blood. He picked up a wand and knew he wanted to make the Wizarding World a better place. Simple as that. "Married, kids, any of that terrible stuff?"

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