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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 18:16:08 GMT -5
I believe his name is spelled adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlg, but other than that flawless chapter.
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Post by Sixteen on Jul 29, 2013 7:00:08 GMT -5
3: The Professional
“I’m sorry,” said the manager. “We have no other option. You’re fired.”
Pen stared blankly across the desk, still not quite understanding. Behind his boss, the city sprawled out as far as he could see. Even here, from the top of the tallest law firm in town, you could barely see the outskirts. His attention drifted back to the matter at hand. “What am I supposed to do now?” he asked hesitantly. “You’ll be provided with a significant severance package, no need to worry about that. I’m afraid we just can’t continue to employ you here. Your behaviour has been unacceptable.”
He knew exactly what Mr. Winterbottom was referring to. Pen had worked with the company for the past five years, earning himself a fine reputation. Three weeks ago, however, he began using the office computer to illegally download Jonah Arizona albums. He had been afraid he would lose his indie street cred if anyone found such mainstream pop music on his own computer. Pen stormed out of the office, outraged that he was being so cruelly tossed aside. He stepped out onto the street and hung his head in shame. There was nowhere he could go.
Just then a young man wearing a trenchcoat and sunglasses came barrelling down the street, almost knocking him over. “Watch where you’re going!” Pen shouted grumpily. “Jeeze!” “What?!” the young man yelped as he dashed into the road. “I didn’t steal any cheese, I swear!” A limo screeched to a halt, almost hitting him. Pen saw the chauffeur clutch his breast pocket before saying something to his passengers and driving off.
He continued glumly across the city, wondering how he could exact revenge on Mr. Winterbottom and the others. It was then that he found himself at the foot of the steps to a church. He didn’t know if it was divine inspiration or something more demonic but he suddenly had a fully-formed plan. If they thought they could just fire their most prominent divorce lawyer without any consequences, they had another thing coming. He would strike while the iron was hot, destroying relationships before they could get to the stages of divorce. How would they like that, huh? Oh, it would be wonderful. Truly romantic.
Pen began to cackle gleefully, hardly taking notice of the sweating woman who ran into the church as she changed her shoes. He laughed until he was out of breath, wheezing maniacally. Slowly, he walked into the church and saw the happy couple standing under a giant stained glass window. As he took a seat at the back he gathered his thoughts.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed,” the minister said hoarsely, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace...”
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Jul 29, 2013 9:47:01 GMT -5
I like this story
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Post by Charles Vane on Jul 29, 2013 12:09:54 GMT -5
cool story bro
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Post by Charles Vane on Jul 29, 2013 12:10:08 GMT -5
ps pen is adorable
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Post by Charles Vane on Jul 29, 2013 12:10:20 GMT -5
ps i hope im marrying anka
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Post by bandit on Jul 29, 2013 12:27:59 GMT -5
Everything's...connected!
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Post by Hermes on Jul 29, 2013 12:46:27 GMT -5
Excitinger and excitinger! Clearly we're going to get at least one other major character before the climax. (For all I know we're going to get thirteen, or whatever, but certainly one more.) I have some idea how Pen fits in, but Bandit's - sorry, adhasdh's - role is a mystery to me.
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Post by Teleram on Jul 29, 2013 14:38:47 GMT -5
"hardly taking notice of the sweating woman who ran into the church as she changed her shoes." Perhaps this sweaty woman will be the main character of the next chapter?
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Jul 29, 2013 15:08:34 GMT -5
Yes, either the sweaty woman or Mister Winterbottom.
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Post by Hermes on Jul 29, 2013 16:50:31 GMT -5
Yes, either the sweaty woman or Mister Winterbottom. Oh gosh! I've just realised who Mr Winterbottom is. But I'm fairly sure it's the sweaty woman.
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Post by penne on Jul 29, 2013 21:39:08 GMT -5
I love this so much.
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Jul 30, 2013 3:51:04 GMT -5
Yes, probably it's the sweaty woman and not Mister Winterbottom, because we already know who Mister Winterbottom is so it would be boring.
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Post by Sixteen on Jul 30, 2013 10:03:14 GMT -5
4: The Romantic
Rain pelted down on Betsy’s head as she ran into the café. She hadn’t thought about bringing an umbrella when she left her apartment. The storm had come out of nowhere. Cursing, she stepped inside and wiped back her hair. The newspaper she had been planning to read was now falling apart so she threw it into a bin.
“You look awful,” an Australian man said from the corner, chuckling. Betsy didn’t recognise him right away but she knew that his face looked familiar. There was something about the way he smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Do I know you?” “You did,” he replied. “Sit down and let me buy you a coffee.” He called over a waitress and ordered for her. She sat down at his table and looked at him a little closer. She definitely knew him from somewhere, but where? He smiled at her again and it dawned on her. “Charlie?!” “It’s good to see you again, Betsy.” She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t seen Charlie since high school. They were both in the same English class and she always loved hearing him read in his accent. He had asked her out the week before they graduated but she had already planned a trip to India to build an orphanage and nurse sick elephants back to health. They shared one kiss on graduation night and never saw each other again. Until today.
They talked for hours, catching up with each other’s lives. It had been so long since they saw each other last but the conversation flowed the way it always does between old friends. Before Charlie left he arranged to meet her back here at the café the following day. Betsy agreed, blushing. He had only been gone a few seconds before she had her phone in her hand to call her roommate. “This isn’t really a good time,” her roommate answered. “What’s going on?” Betsy asked. “What’s that noise in the background?” “Look, we’ve got it under control. I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” As her roommate hung up, Betsy realised she had made a huge mistake. She had arranged a date with Charlie on the same day as the big wedding. She hadn’t even gotten his phone number to reschedule. It looked like she had no choice but to hatch a wacky scheme.
The next morning, Betsy put on a long green dress, stashing some casual clothes inside her bag. She made her way across town to the church, making sure she arrived early and made an appearance. She saw the minister climbing the steps and approached him. “So do you think you could stall for time?” she asked, after explaining the situation. “You’re living a double life,” he said wistfully, tears at the corners of his eyes. “I guess so...” she answered. “I’ll do it,” he said, clasping her shoulder. “Good luck.”
Shortly after the ceremony began, she snuck out the door of the church and ran to the café. She arrived before Charlie and changed in the toilets. Taking a seat near the window, she reached for a book inside her bag and nonchalantly opened it as he walked through the door. “Betsy,” he said as he sat down. “It’s great to see you again!” “You too!” she said sincerely. “What would you like to drink?” “I’ll have a tea, thanks.” She walked behind him, making for the counter but when he wasn’t looking she slipped out the front door. She ran back towards the church, hoping that nobody had noticed her disappearance. She slipped inside and muttered “what a beautiful stained glass window” to a woman in a trenchcoat. Hoping that would work as an alibi, she ran back outside and over to the café. Luckily, Charlie was still at the table though he was checking his watch. She went to the bathroom and changed again.
“Wow, sorry that took so long,” she said, sitting back down. Charlie looked extremely confused. “Where’s the tea?” he asked. “And why are you wearing that dress?” She looked down and realised she had never changed when she went back to the church and in her hurry forgot where she was. She had to think fast. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” she said. “I can’t lie to you. I’m supposed to be at a wedding right now. When you asked me out I forgot all about it and then I couldn’t call you to reschedule but I didn’t want you to think you’d been stood up so I’ve been running back and forth and now I look so sweaty and stupid.” “Oh, Betsy,” he said, smiling kindly. “Go. I’ve been waiting all these years; don’t you think I can wait a couple more hours?” He kissed her sweetly and wrote his number on a napkin.
Head swimming, she ran out of the café and back to the church. She couldn’t believe it. All of her worries melted away the moment he had kissed her. She could finally set things right after all this time. She took off the shoes she had forgotten to change in the café and slipped on her heels as she got to the church’s steps. A crazy man in a suit was laughing to himself nearby but she paid him no attention. All was well.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed,” the minister said hoarsely, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace...”
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Post by Charles Vane on Jul 30, 2013 15:25:53 GMT -5
i havent finished all of this yet but BETSY BUILDING AN ORPHANAGE AND NURSING SICK ELEPHANTS BACK TO HEALTH.
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