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Post by Dr. Amelia Vale on Aug 10, 2010 13:52:21 GMT -5
Amelia rubbed her temples as she poured over the pages of the report she received. It was on the progress of the experiments, and although she was pleased everything was going well after several failures, she was exhausted having been up for near thirteen hours. 'If he'd just hire someone to do some grunt work, I can concentrate on things like this' she thought with a frown as a trembling hand reached for a glass of water.
Days like this were normal, and it was a miracle she got any sleep at all. 'Perhaps if I get some rest I'll be able to focus more' she thought, gathering the research papers, and locking them in drawer in her desk. She slowly got up and made her way to the door, stumbling a bit from the lack of sleep. She hoped that she would be able to sneak back into her room since the last thing she needed was for someone to see her in such a weak state.
'Especially him' she thought, her mind growling that out. Dr. Hart was one of the few people that genuinely rubbed her the wrong way. She was able to deal with most everyone, hell, she even thought of Dr. Lindley like a little sister, but Dr. Hart was irritating. He could easily get her to lose it with just a few words, and it was usually things that she's heard before. 'He's just jealous I was able to work my way to this position in a short time, but why do his words bother me more' she asked herself.
Her vision however was beginning to get blurry from the lack of sleep which was making getting her room more difficult than normal. Before she realized it, she bumped into a tall figure. "Oh, I'm sorry about that" she said, her face soon frozen in shock over who she bumped into. 'Just my luck' she thought.
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Post by Dr. Cedric Hart on Aug 22, 2010 14:12:46 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Cedric's eyes pryed themselves open to the sharp, harsh colors of artificial light and the merciless sound of his screeching alarm clock, as his hand slammed down on the thing; his eyeballs were surrounded by dark rings, and he felt like he had no more than two hours of sleep. Looking to the mirror that hung loosely to the wall across the room, he squinted and tried his best with his limited vision to see what he would look like to the others. I look like shit. Letting a yawn escape his slowly opening mouth, he remembered he wasn't on earth anymore; he was on some strange planet, that people had come to call Ivory, and he was surrounded by people he hated; and alot of the times, the feeling was mutual. Who did he have to impress?
Lifiting hismelf up from the soft sheets and comfrots of his bed, he stumbled across the clothes that littered the floor of his room so freely; It was always strange how a man so neat in everything else could have a room so messy such as his. Then again, Dr. Hart hardly ever found himself in the place, preoccupying himself with his work so mcuh he hardly had any time for himself, or anyone else for that matter - not that he would've given them the chance even if he was the laziest person on earth. As he slipped his usual work clothes on, he thought about the other scientists, a strange moment in which he thought about anything other than his work. He didn't liek most of the people, that was for sure, and even Dr. Mudo rubbed him the wrong way at times with his constant level of insanity that never dropped for a minute. But out of them all, he felt the most resentment towards the spectacled women who had taken the position of assistant right form his experienced, capable hands. Maybe I should sleep with Dr. Mudo, too..., he gave a soft chuckle as the thought came up, nto a smile ever forming on his face. His hand gripped the paperwork he had wasted the night away working on as his feet slipped into his shoes simultaenously.
His hand opening the door abrupdtly, he stode out into the hall as he prepared for jsut another day of woirk, strangely, the only thing that brought him joy on this miserable place. He barely heard Amelia's steps down the hall as his ears were flooded with the sounds of the operating computers, and as her body thudded into his, he lost his balance and found himself tumbling towards the ground, papers scattering about everywhere, and he amde sure that Amelia did the same with the swing of a leg; Pages of long-work scattered and flew about the hall, as he glared at her. "What in the hell is your problem, Vale?!, he snarled, as he struggled to get up amongst the scattered paperwork.
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TAGGED: DR. AMELIA VALE!
WORDS: 402 (SHORT, I KNOW.)
OUTFIT: LAB COAT.
LYRICS: SKYE SWEETNAM
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Dr. Amelia Vale on Aug 22, 2010 22:29:41 GMT -5
"My problem is doing the work it takes two to do and you screeching like a howler monkey" she snapped back as she got down to help pick up his papers. She wasn't going to step on them since she was after all a classy lady who wouldn't stoop to such things, even towards her rival.
She took his arm in her hands and pulled him back on his feet, handing him the papers. "I did say I was sorry, but when you're not running on much sleep, you can't really focus" she murmured, her voice sounding very tired.
She wished that for once he'd stop being a jack ass and act like a proper gentleman. 'Besides, I am his higher up, and I can easily fire him if I choose' she thought, glancing up at him. "You know that all it'll take is one word to get you booted so if I were you, I'd be a little nicer especially since I'm not very pleasant when I'm lacking sleep" she said, leaning against the wall to keep herself from falling down. She knew he'd snap back with how she only got her position because of her looks, and she'd snap right back with something equally mean. 'It's a never ending cycle with him' she thought as she braced herself for a retort from him.
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