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Post by Olivia Marsdon on Jun 24, 2012 19:55:59 GMT -5
ooc: I haven't rp'd Olivia in a while, so this thread is going to suck at first. I'm so sorry!
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The prophet office was stalked wall to wall with flying memos, sailing through mid air, as Olivia Marsdon pushed her way through the crowded new room and to the small cafeteria. She was starving, and not to mention nursing a bit of a hangover, which didn't make for a great appearance. She'd gone out with Honor and her sister's friend, Kenzie, the night before, to get her mind off of her currently dwindling love life. Things were beyond confusing with Niall, and then there was Rupert, and not to mention Ben. So, as Olivia made her way into the cafeteria, she sighed heavily.
Her eyes scanned the room, searching for an empty space, brown bag containing a light lunch of an avocado sandwich, a tai chi latte, and some cold carrots; in her other hand she held her trusty notebook. She finally settled on an unoccupied space by the window. Her flats eased across the floor as she inched closer to the table.
Once she reached the table, she set down her things and settled into the wooden chair as best as she could. She wasn't really hungry, and for some reason - aside from her current imploding love life - her sister was on her mind. Last time she'd talked to Emily they'd parted on bad terms, very bad terms. Part of her felt the need to apologise, and the other part felt that Emily needed to apologize to her. Sighing, she pushed her things away from her and grabbed her notebook, she flipped it open and wrote 'Dear Em, then crossed it out. Olivia's eyes stared at the brownish white paper, wondering what to write - and if she should write her sister. Things were just so mixed up and inside out that the blonde witch didn't notice someone approaching her.
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Post by Piper Munroe on Jun 24, 2012 20:41:14 GMT -5
(ooc: It's lovely dear! ^^ Don't worry. Plus the title is brilliant and makes me happy. XD I'm trying to get the hang of her, so my post might be a little short as well. Meh)
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The week had started off...interesting, Piper couldn't deny. It had begun with an interview, which was missed and she forced the person to reschedule, and ended with running into a very unexpected person. She had almost been in a state of shock at the sight of Jake Gullane. God, she hadn't seen him since...Well...Since before Azkaban really. Sure she had sent him a couple owls ere or there, but that was usually the extent of their relationship. Seeing him in person almost threw her off her game. He really hadn't looked all that terrible inn top of all that and lord was she grateful she had dressed nicely for the interview instead of coming in her sweats and wrapped in a blanket like she contemplated that morning for about thirty minutes.
As Piper made her way sluggishly to the cafeteria, she had to dodge a flying memo which aimed directly at her eye, as if plotting to take it out. She had stayed up until three in the morning trying to finish her article for revision today at work, hoping to publish it by tonight. If he hadn't missed the interview, she wouldn't be so late on the delivery. Hell, she had even had a back up plan (in which she picked up some lovely quotes from Jake) just in case the asshole didn't show up. But he did, and now her article was quite dull and difficult to concentrate on. She ignored the three memos on her desk demanding her to hurry up and sought out food instead. Her stomach was practically screaming bloody murder at her as she placed one foot in front of the other, fighting off exhaustion.
She yawned, dodging a few of her coworkers as she grabbed a sandwich, a pad of parchment and a quill tucked safely under her arm. Her eyes searched the room, landing on the very familiar blonde hair. Liv was huddled by the window, looking as if she were concentrating quite hard on something. Well, Piper couldn't have that. This was lunch, a break from writing was the whole purpose of this...break. Plus, she looked in horror as she noticed no food in front of her and made her way toward her. She plopped gently down in the chair across from her, her shimmer glittering in the sunlight coming in from the window. She had her long hair pulled back behind her head, a grin on her lips. "Are you working?" she asked reproachfully, crossing her arms. "I thought we came to the agreement of no writing during breaks," she said simply, unwrapping her sandwich, her stomach letting out another loud growl. "Plus where is your food? God I'm starving," she stated, taking a large, satisfying bite out of her sandwich. "How are you dear?" she asked, finally taking in her appearance. She looked like crap. It took all the will power she had not to blurt it out, though she was sure her face probably gave it away. "Rough night?" was all she said, grinning.
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Post by Olivia Marsdon on Jun 24, 2012 22:18:51 GMT -5
Liv curved her hand once more, scrawling out her sister's name with force and purpose. Each letter was meticulously placed on the pad of parchment, her trust notebook, so much so that she hadn't noticed the other blonde come into the cafeteria. It wasn't until Piper seated herself that Olivia realised she was no longer alone. She pushed the fringe from her eyes, and set her quill down, then looked up. Piper seemed to be in a cheery mood, a lot better mood than Liv seemed to be in at least. Of course nursing a hangover didn't help none, either.
She looked up, her blue eyes meeting Piper's when a bit of the glare from the sun caught Piper's infamous glitter, causing the girl to look as if she was shinning. Liv smiled, shaking her head, then let her eyes drift to the words she'd written. On the parchment, almost in perfect script, read the name Emily. Part of Liv wanted to scratch it out, shred it to pieces, and concede to not apologising, another part of her wanted Piper to flew so that she could spew her heart and soul out on parchment to a sister she didn't really know. Instead, however, Liv settled with leaning forward in her chair, Piper's words catching her ears in waves.
From the look on the other girl's face, Olivia could tell that her parents let a lot to be desired. What, with her lack slack, ballet flats, button up blouse, and hair piled messily on top of her head, she knew that she was far from the picture of perfection. Usually Liv dressed to the T for work, but this morning had been rough. Her parents were mad at her for her increasingly erratic behaviour, so clean clothes at the moment were few and far between.
"This we did agree on," Liv responding, shutting the parchment with a soft thump. She still wasn't all that hungry, but watching Piper get her food together did make her a bit hungry. She reached for her discarded paper bag, sitting on the window sil, and set it down in front of her.
"But it's not work, promise," she told Piper, offering the other girl a tad bit of a smile. "I'm trying to decide if I want to write to my sister or not...I know, me writing my sister - shock," she went on.
At Piper's question she pointed to the lunch bag, but made no move to open it. Instead she reached for her latte.
"I look at that rough huh? Rough enough for you to ask me if I had a rough night, that is. Well, I guess you could say yes, then. I did have a rough night. How about you? You're always the picture of perfection," she complimented, sipping from her latte once more.
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ooc: Emily Marsdon (Becca) is Olivia's sister. They don't get along, at all. Very rough relationship. Very bad ship. lol.
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Post by Piper Munroe on Jul 8, 2012 4:24:01 GMT -5
Piper had only managed a glance at what Liv had been scrawling on the paper before she had leaned over and blocked Piper's view completely. She slouched back in her seat some, giving up all hope on reading what had been written. It looked like a letter to Piper and from the look of pure concentration and emotion on the girls face, this was just some "Hey, how the hell are you?" letter she was writing. Instead, Piper's green eyes focused more on the other girls appearance now. She wasn't off with her first assessment, she did look like shit. Well, not shit. Liv was pretty regardless but she was more careless by how she dressed that morning, not the picture of perfection she always was. Piper titled her head to the side slightly as she nibbled her sandwich.
She smiled as Liv put away the parchment and actually grabbed some food. "Good girl. Now open the bag and eat! Breaks are for us not to go completely mental," she nodded. "I doubt people want two reporters off their rockers running around here. Merlin only knows the havoc we could create," she continued, her smile very mischievous. "I mean, it could be entertaining, but I like my job as of right now," she finished. "We could save that for our grand exit from this place one day."
She cocked an eyebrow at that, genially curious. "Your sister?" she asked, her voice maybe a tad bit too hopefully. Piper knew they weren't on good turns, just by the bitterness Liv used when she spoke of her half the time. Plus, now that she thought about it, this would be probably the first time she had ever caught her attempting to communicate with her sister. At least this would be her first time. "A little bit of a shock," she agreed with a small chuckle. "But...er is the letter good or bad?" She was genially curious, leaning forward with intrigue. "What are you writing to her about?" she asked cautiously.
"Well...you don't look that bad, honestly. You're just not as dressed...oh lord there is no way for me to finish that nicely, is there? No but really, you don't look that bad," she nodded honestly. But she couldn't help blinking at Liv's next statement, flashing her a smile. "Oh why thank you. It's a gift, what can I say," she teased, every word clearly a joke. She supposed she had come a little sloppier than usual to work. She had bags under her eyes, no make up except for the shimmer and some mascara, and the long blonde locks she usually styled down was tied up behind her head. "Well, I had stayed up late writing an article. Met up with a guy I hadn't seen in ages, and I might have gotten a little tipsy....I only had one drink! Who gets drunk after one drink of fire whiskey! Me!" She huffed out the last statement and took another bite of her sandwich before setting it down in front of her. "Seriously, how much of a lightweight I am is becoming a problem," she nodded, her tone slightly bitter but a small smile was etched on her face.
(ooc: I'm so sorry it took so long love! >.<)
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