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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 5:33:20 GMT
` angelique delacroix: 
Today was another Monday. A smooth weekend of relaxation followed by the Monday morning grogginess that made Angi just want to sleep in late. Because she totally needed the extra beauty sleep, of course. But as much as she wanted to hit that snooze on her alarm that morning, she reluctantly dragged herself from her warm bed, got herself ready, and went to work through the pouring rain that just made this Monday seem THAT much worse. Could it get any worse? Honestly.
As the day went by, Angi wasn't the most talkative, which... thankfully wasn't out of the normal for her. She wasn't particularly close with her coworkers, and for good reason. She avoided them, they avoided her, everyone was happy in the end and no one had to endure awkward small talk conversations to try an alleviate the fact that there was this unspoken tension between her and them. She tried to ignore it, but having that distinct disconnect from everyone around you eventually starts to weigh on a person after a while.
"Two cups zis morning already... any more and I will get ze shakes." she sighed softly to herself from the break room, pouring another cup of warm, smoking hot liquid into her cup, mixing a little sugar in to lighten the bitter taste.
Reaching up, she rubbed her face with one hand to try and wake herself up before taking a sip of the drink. "Monday's are ze worst... 'ow do some people make eet so easy." she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slowly as she took another sip. She'd have to get tea after this. Anymore coffee and she'd overload.
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Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Jan 20, 2015 19:25:42 GMT
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Antosha liked his job, thank you very much. He liked working where he didn't have to explain his work to anyone or pretend that everything was classified. Just saying he was an Unspeakable was enough to shut up even the most curious of folk, and if that didn't work he never minded throwing a hex to keep their mouth from opening again. What he didn't like, though, was Mondays. After a weekend of drinking, sex, and running around with his various D.E.s the last thing he wants to do what drag his ass out of bed and go to work with only a pepper-up potion and a sobering charm that he convinced a friend to do for his support.
He didn't mind the rain so much since it didn't effect his ability to Apparate nor was he really going to be in it long enough to care. So he headed into the Ministry and went right into the Time Room to begin his long day of work. He didn't really speak to any of his coworkers while they were working. After all he'd see most of them again at a meeting and it wasn't as if he was too interested in talking to the female Veela they had roaming about.
Eventually the excessively tall Russian pushed up his sleeves and left the Time Room so he could fetch a cup of coffee for himself to counteract the failing effects of the pepper-up potion. So he made his way to the break room, nodding briefly as he passed various other coworkers. Once he opened the door he heard the thick French accent that always followed the half veela’s presence. Most likely because she was French, but he’d never really bothered to find out.
”I heard it being dangerous to talk alone. Makes one seem.. unstable.” His own thick accent was near palpable as he crossed the small room to fetch himself a cup of coffee. Black. No cream, no sugar. Just the way he liked it. ”Are you being unstable, Miss Veela?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 20:02:40 GMT
` angelique delacroix:
The fact she and her coworkers hardly spoke was a win win all around with multiple benefits, really. Another perk was it allowed her to focus on her work and her research, which allowed her to excel at her work, and ultimately please her boss and allow her to stay under the radar. Angi liked going unnoticed, really.
But as she was making her coffee, she didn't hear the door open to someone entering, and ask she spoke softly to herself, she was startled when a voice broke her concentration, causing her to start and jump slightly, whipping around to face the russian man.
"Monsieur, Volkov." she flashed him a small smile. He was one of the few she worked with whom she didn't mind. They had a mutual respect for not another not to interfere with each other's personal and professional work, which Angi was profoundly grateful for. "I assure ju, I am not unstable, no. Simply... zinking aloud." she nodded, stepping aside to let him make his own cup.
"How are ju zis morning? Enjoy jur weekend?" the talk was small, casual, unprying. She wasn't looking for any details, just trying to be kind. The tall behemoth of a man seemed like he needed more friends.
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Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Jan 21, 2015 19:58:18 GMT
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Antosha couldn't say he cared one way or another about the half veela co-worker. While on one hand she was a gorgeous woman with hair that he might have killed for if it hadn't been blonde. But on the other hand the fact she was both female and French... Well it just ruined it for him. There was no way he could lust after a female, even if that female happened to be a quite potent female. Anyone with eyes that could still see would know she was a beauty surpassed only by full blooded Veelas.
He listened carefully as she spoke in what he could only find to be an atrocious accent, nodding almost without thought as he made his cup of coffee. Sans creamer and sugar. ”I do vonder if de party in questionable sanity is allowed to vouch stability.” His thick voice churned with amusement as he joked. It was always nice to be able to make a joke even if he didn’t find the company particularly entertaining.
Eyes flicked up at her question and he couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk that pulled at his lips. ”Mine veekend was satisfiable. Much vas done for fun times.” The smirk wouldn’t quite leave his voice either. ”And you, Miss Veela? Having good veekends?” || WORD COUNT: ### || NOTES: Sorry its short || TAGS: Angelique || || template designed by NEMO of adoxography || |
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