Originally Posted by Con Man

Teal held his now empty coffee mug and scowled, a long day without the coffee was never good. Holding his breath, he watched as Mr. Griffin introduced himself to the heathen. Please be decent, professional at the very very least, Teal ran over in his mind. No of course not, Roxie’s comment was way out of line; this girls a mess. And right as Teal opened his mouth to snap at her Alex intervened himself. His retort was just as rude and Teal looked to Ms. Athlon wondering what the poor woman’s reaction was at the moment. Teal was about to scream at the top of his lungs at both of them when there was yet another person entering the room. He breathed, very deeply as he wanted this day to end more than anything he could think of. He rubbed his eye’s very quickly before he matched face with file, as yes the new member of the Pest Advisory Board. The man stuck out a hand and actually introduced himself in a civilized way. Thank GOD. Teal shook the man’s hand firmly, his dark blue eye’s seeping into his emerald ones. “Pleasure to have you here.” Teal said with a blank nod, the man had to understand that Teal was having a bad day by the mere expression on his face. “Teal Andrus.” he said returning the introduction as he shuffled a few papers on his desk.

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Teal looked back to Jakob and Raven with a sympathetic smile. “I apologize, I am going to have to get back to both of you.” he said, scratching his temple. “Ms. Athlon, if you could just momentarily return to the Spirit Division offices, I will have Vlad explain everything to you that I was going to.” He said with a weak smile, making a mental note to memo Vlad about it ASAP. “And Jakob, the Pest Advisory Board Offices are just down the hall to the left. Can’t miss it, and I’ll be there to settle you in after I am finishing in Dragon Restraint.” he said with another quick look to his broken coffee mug. “And if you don’t mind, could you please repair that mug?” he asked with a small, guilty smile.

Originally Posted by All That Jazz

It did feel good. Being raised by emotionally unstable Death Eaters. You got yourself in some fuuuuun situations. Roxie glanced down, her sloping black lashes concealing her deadly glare from view. She toyed with the thorny cross, so heavy it appeared to contribute to her constant uncaring posture. Twisting the crucifix with no apparent interest, Roxie pertly rose from her seat with a terrific swish of moth-eaten lace, completely ignoring this intruder. If possible, her intimidation factor only rested in the clothes. Standing erectly showed every flaw; it showed thinness by the puckering folds in her velvet blazer, where ribs were. Yet she snarled, literally. Her dusty rose lips formed a distate-filled pout when he mentioned handshaking. Roxie recoiled a step, scowling with aversion toward human contact. "Look, let's not get all touchy-feely until at least season three," she shot him down, hands forming claws at their sides. Her eyes darted rabidly toward the door. The caged animal feeling was so ugly, but felt so tempting at first. She prowled a few steps toward the exit, restlessly gnawing her pierced lip. After all, she signed up to travel and wrangle dragons. Just herself and death-defying encounters with fire-breathing beasts. Just herself and her broom. Ramen and guitar in a one-man camp. She never feared the dark, but embraced it with open arms. Herself. The Lone Danger. I can't do documents all day! CAN'T! Can't deal with Mr. Pep Squad over here who practically tried to snog me. I want freedom. I want to fly and face death. And an escape from. Incompetent. Insensitive. Imbeciles! Her head roared and her chest heaved with sickened dislike for the man at the desk, the man before her, and oh great let's multiply, the man who entered. Bloody kiss-up. First day and already pandering for a raise. And probably gonna get over someone who's GOT mouths to feed! Her disgust for the man was clear. Then, Dummy n.1 came up with sheer brilliance. "Hah! Humbug!" she trilled, doubling over with peals of gleeful laughter. "Bite me! Sweetie, I do love your courage. But really," he gaze touched to the practical armor she donned, cocking her head with bewilderment. "You're a fairly handsome boy. You have a shot at a wife. Let's not fight with me. Yawon'twin!" she spat hotly, the adrenaline of debate spicing her veins. Stupid little boys. Almost reminds me of---NO---let's not go there. "If you'd listen to your boss, mate, he'd just said my name several times. Tsk, tsk, not a very promising start." her lips smacked authoratively over the words, eyelids drooping boredly. Flicking a stray lock of her black waterfall back, her arms traveled to her hips again, fingers aching against the crush of the numerous spikes at her waist. "Ms. Mathias. No nicknames. No first names. Or you won't be able to pronounce words, let alone ANY name, Kapische? Anyway, boss, if I'm all done here, I think I'll haul some. Sucked meeting ya," she shrugged with a losing smile and swooped toward the door with deafening clunks, the odor of conversating people, with good intentions (and blasted camraderie) too much.