Unoriginality for Sara
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Thread Topic: Unoriginality for Sara
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so do I but its mainstream
yeah -
okay so they work at like... boringly boring co. for boringness and starbucks is in the building and oh my god i want to scream but here's our starter
The elevator was probably the most boring and the most interesting place in the entire building. On one hand, it brought a silence found nowhere else, and a dull sort of relaxation that could only come from excessively-used, not-fully-reflective metal. On the other hand, it could also bring a complete stranger, someone from another part of the building or a slightly familiar face from within one's own workplace. Today brought the latter for Connelly.
The young man tried to avoid making any sort of eye contact with the woman standing next to him as the elevator descended. He was awful at conversation with others in the office, especially since he really wasn't the type to be working. He was only there for a very brief internship to prove to his parents that he could, in fact, work. He assumed she was an intern as well, probably off to grab coffee for whoever she was currently providing service to. -
assuming shes the one supposed to be in the elevator with him
also y u wanna scream?
Samantha tapped her foot, anxiously. She couldn't believe she had to spend another day at this excruciatingly boring job that didn't even pay well. Samantha had much bigger plans for herself, and this was not at all part of her plan. Samantha, like many other bratty teens who came from the slums, wanted to be famous. She wanted to have the richest boyfriend, have the biggest house, sleep with tigers, and dine with all gold table ware. She wanted to have servants serving her every need, a butler and a maid. Even a nanny if she chose to have children. Samantha was basically a remake of the Kardashians. The girl sighed, unhappy with such a slow moving elevator. There was a male next to her, whom she didn't even bother to look at. "I just want to get on to my coffee break." The girl thought, crossing her arms and circling her head from side to side.
"Got this elevator be ANY slower?" She complained.
oh this is fun
me like being a brat -
no it was supposed to be john from customer service gdi
i'm at least 14 assignments behind in my summer classes and i have other homework to do for the start of the school year
He hated the sound of her voice as soon as he heard it. Part of him could tell that it, like a lot of her appearance, was fake. The rest of him just wanted to be downstairs already. He slowly scooted away from her, grateful for the doors opening and letting them out across the hall from the small cafe, its interior somehow dimmer and warmer looking than that of the hallway. He let her leave first, knowing that he had four orders to fill, not including his own. Still, Connelly sighed as soon as he realized he was behind her in line, knowing she'd start complaining right away. -
wait johns a girl
plot twist
WHY DOES EVERYONE GET SUMMER WORK
I have never had summer work
Samantha, like her natural diva self, groaned immediately, examining her nails. 'I need to push my cuticles down.' Her nails were painted a Barbie like pink, and her poofy, platinum hair was styled into a side braid. 'A mani-pedi wouldn't hurt, either.' She thought. 'Not to mention my toe nails are disguisting.' She returned her long, fake nails to her hip, letting one hand rest on her hip. "Can't believe how busy this place is." She mused, passive aggressive. Naturally, she was quite annoyed at being the end of such a long, excruciating line. -
johnathana
because hell
and also because i'm a junior in high school and will be in two ap classes. and took two ap classes this summer to get ahead for the next two years
Connelly glared at the back of the girl's head before retrieving his phone to read over the orders one last time. The thought of making so many orders at once was terrifying, even if he'd done it every day since he'd started this job. He wasn't sure what the song playing quietly amidst the coffee shop noise was, but he liked it. He hummed along quietly as they waited. Five people ahead of him, then four, then three, then two... -
i see
that sounds like hell on a butt
Samantha had been very impatient in waiting as the line moved on. She glared on her phone with, oh so ironic, a Barbie case. She pushed a fake smile onto her lips as it became her turn. She chippered off her order first, giving a dramatic hand motion or two. She then said her co workers orders, carelessly glaring at her phone. Samantha, without a care, had gotten two or more orders incorrect, but that didn't matter to her, obviously. She cracked her knuckles, letting loose a loud, dramatic sigh as she waited for the orders to be filled. -
the classes are all online and my teachers aren't very... tech savvy, so it is.
Once it was his turn, he quietly but confidently ordered. The man's voice was much gentler than that of the woman in front of him, obviously a welcome surprise for the girl taking his order. He read off the list on his phone then showed it to her so that she could double check it, and tipped gratuitously before waiting for the drinks to be made. Connelly stood patiently, quickly looking up the lyrics to the song playing. -
that makes almost zero sense
The girl grabbed the hot drinks, sighing. Samantha rolled her eyes, grabbing the drinks in one hand on a drink holder, and grabbing her own in her other. She payed, walking off casually. "I hate this f---ing job." She muttered, strolling back to the elevator that would surely bring her demise. Samantha pushed the button with her foot, waiting for it impatiently. -
i know. one refuses to respond to my emails about assignments with due dates for last summer
His drinks came out shortly after hers, three of them being black coffee that took no time to pour into a cup. He grabbed his own drink, which also came black, and headed out to the elevator with the drink carrier in hand. It opened just as he pushed the coffee shop's door open with his side, and he rushed over to get on with her. He wasn't eager to ride back upstairs with her, but he didn't want to wait, either. As he headed in, he managed to trip over his own feet and the coffee went flying, most of it landing on the floor. One unfortunate cup, however, hit her and splashed all over her clothing. Luckily the drinks weren't hot enough to burn, but that was probably the least of her concerns. -
well that's rude
Samantha immediately screamed, exiting the elevator with loud stomps. "What the hell!" She yelled, "Do you have ANY idea how much this dress cost?!" She pursed her lips, fussy. She put her drink into the drink container, before setting it down next to the elevator. Walking back in her eight inch pink heels, she began to throw a fit. "I hope you get fired!" She exclaimed, a hand of hers holding her right hip and the other making angry hand gestures. Non profane, of coarse. Samantha's perfect hair was soaked, as her eyes began to water. "This was my best dress!" She pouted, crossing her arms.
this is too much fun -
i know. hey were you born in 2001 or 2002 because i'm having a weird crisis sort of thing where i'm like "holy s--- i remember 2001/2 and you were an ugly worm with legs and/or fetus wtf is this why does time and aging work like this"
He stood up, brushing himself off, then looked up to inspect the damage.
Well, at least the damage to the dress. Taking in all of it at once would be a little much.
"I... look, I'm sorry. Really. I'll pay to have the dress cleaned, or to get you a new one, or whatever you want. I'll cover for you while you run home and change, or something. Don't... don't cry. It'll make things worse," Connelly said, stopping as he realized that that was probably the wrong thing to say in the situation. He wasn't sure how much the dress cost, but he knew it wouldn't be a problem. And he knew he wouldn't get fired. The company wouldn't make such a stupid decision, especially since they'd only hired him to get on his parents' good side. Still standing close to the elevator and in a slightly defensive stance, he glanced down at her drinks. "I'll take those upstairs if you tell me to whom they go. Really, I'm sorry."
poor connelly -
2002
"I don't need your help." She answered, defensively. Samantha frowned, giving him the coffees, but keeping her own. "I'll just go home, I don't need to be covered for." Samantha grit her teeth, sighing. She was quite frustrated, but couldn't be mean to someone being so nice to her. Angered, she decided to take the stairs down. The wet dress had became quite cold, not to mention it was awfully soaked. And since it was skin tight, you could see every detail of the body under it. Samantha began to clear the stairs, making remarks under her breath while slowly clearing the stairs, due to the fact she was wearing eight inch heels.
playing a mean character is funnn -
...what. why. i remember so much of 2002 wtf is this like??? that was preschool. what is time and what is aging
"Are you sure? R-really, it's no trouble for me. It's the least I could do after something like that. Your name is... uh, Miss Levant, right?" He tried to avoid watching the way the dress, now slightly opaque in certain areas due to the coffee, clung to her body. He let out a deflated sigh as she left, realizing how much he'd messed up. -
because its easy and omg how
"Samantha Levant!" She had called back, before quickly continuing on, holding onto the handlebar for the stair thing tightly. *I forgot the name*. She sighed, as she reached the exit and entrance. Samantha began to fumble in her purse for keys, sighing. "This is one hell of a day." She muttered, as her purse had been relatively soaked in coffee as well. Eventually, she found her keys. Much to her relief. Samantha unlocked the door, thrusting into the bright sun to find her bright pink car her ex honey had bought her. Samantha had dated many rich men that pampered her, but had never found one that was entirely right for her diva self.
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