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Becky · 10-30-2016, 11:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Shanners

Eliora was in MOURNING.

She had lost her work husbands, both in one swift movement. Her Aron, oh her darling Aron that she loved to get under the skin of... and her Rusty. OH IT WAS TOO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.

TOO MUCH TO EVEN WANT TO BE AT WORK.

Her toddler had been hellish and on some sort of screaming kick that morning and so she'd handed him off to her mother and dressed how she felt.

In all BLACK.

She wailed her way through the reception area and past Ursula and then into the conference room as late as ever, giving a shove past a male as she did so. She didn't even have time to stop and rate him. She wanted coffee and Rusty to make her coffee and Aron to ignore her shouts for even mORE coffee. ELIORA NEEDED HER WORK HUSBANDS BACK RIGHT NOW.

She took no time lying herself flat out on the table in the middle of the room and wailed once more. "SOMEONE GET RUSTY. SOMEONE GET ARON. TELL THEM I AM DYING WITHOUT THEM."

The Dodderidge needed her men.

At his reply, Becca tilted her head a little. He was insanely cat like, maybe he'd had some issues with being an animagus. Her eyes followed him as he left even though she was still leant against the table. The all black shadow that seemed to replace Maddox had Becca's attention because of the wailing and rudeness. Giving the woman a look of disgust and alarm, Becca straightened up. What in the world was going on?? The woman stepped back and gave the woman on the table a really weird look and then spoke. "Get your stuff together woman. You're at work and unless you want to be locked up by creatures as a banshee gone wild, I'd advise you get up." Sometimes tough love was needed.

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Becky DMC & DIMC ICW Ambassador SS 100 Triumphant Veela Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Dreamland Posts: 37,952	Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Eliora was in MOURNING. She had lost her work husbands, both in one swift movement. Her Aron, oh her darling Aron that she loved to get under the skin of... and her Rusty. OH IT WAS TOO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT. TOO MUCH TO EVEN WANT TO BE AT WORK. Her toddler had been hellish and on some sort of screaming kick that morning and so she'd handed him off to her mother and dressed how she felt. In all BLACK. She wailed her way through the reception area and past Ursula and then into the conference room as late as ever, giving a shove past a male as she did so. She didn't even have time to stop and rate him. She wanted coffee and Rusty to make her coffee and Aron to ignore her shouts for even mORE coffee. ELIORA NEEDED HER WORK HUSBANDS BACK RIGHT NOW. She took no time lying herself flat out on the table in the middle of the room and wailed once more. "SOMEONE GET RUSTY. SOMEONE GET ARON. TELL THEM I AM DYING WITHOUT THEM." The Dodderidge needed her men. At his reply, Becca tilted her head a little. He was insanely cat like, maybe he'd had some issues with being an animagus. Her eyes followed him as he left even though she was still leant against the table. The all black shadow that seemed to replace Maddox had Becca's attention because of the wailing and rudeness. Giving the woman a look of disgust and alarm, Becca straightened up. What in the world was going on?? The woman stepped back and gave the woman on the table a really weird look and then spoke. "Get your stuff together woman. You're at work and unless you want to be locked up by creatures as a banshee gone wild, I'd advise you get up." Sometimes tough love was needed. __________________ Yesterday is not ours to recover But tomorrow is ours to win or lose.