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“So.” Riley started, looking down at the plate of food that was not hers, “what do you think it would take for you to trade lunches with me?” She looked over at her plate, then back to the one she was trying to steal, “really, that one is so much better than mine– or–” She coughed, “completely the same quality and uh, better than yours, totally.” 

Andrea had already taken a bite out of her food when the brunette started talking. Her gaze dropped down to her plate for a moment before looking down at her own plate. She furrowed her eyebrows with a hum, picking up the napkin from the table to clean her lips from any excess of food. “um, well..” she started, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “I guess you can take half of it.” the side she didn’t touch. “I’m most likely not going to finish all this anyways”

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jamiefrench

                          Jamie chuckled, “Call it karma, maybe?” He wasn’t sure, but if he had been told to get on with it and keep playing the first place he’d want to throw up was on the person who said that to him. “Oh, I’m sure they are, but they keep it fairly safe-for-work when the teachers are around…” He had heard things, of course, but he wasn’t going to bring the kids up on it. “Uh,” Jamie paused with an amused grin on his face for a moment. “No but I might suggest that she does—” It was only then he wondered if she knew what people called her; He certainly knew what the students thought about him. “Well as long as you passed your classes and ditched responsibly, I don’t see much problem with it.” Jamie picked his coffee up once again and flashed her a smile, “Oh, you name it… Had a kid last year who kept telling me his mom wanted him to do dishes, one guy always had sickness at 2pm on a Wednesday so couldn’t do gym. Then you’ve got the ballsy kids who shrug their shoulders and say ‘I hate this class’, the bad liars with ‘I’ve got a counselling meeting’...” He could go on, but he didn’t want to bore her. “And one of my favourites, ‘I can’t do gym because I’m going on a date after this and I don’t want to sweat.’”

“Oh, karma;” she sighed, shaking her head, “the old and interesting friend.” she laughed softly. Karma, to her, was definitely interesting. It seems ridiculous in a way when being told that one’s action to another can happen back to them in the future. For some, it seemed easy for them to pass it off as some kind of a solution parents use to make their children behave. But she couldn’t deny how convenient it was, the good and the bad of it. “I can only imagine what they say about other teachers” but could not imagine what nicknames they would have, she was never good at coming up with nicknames. Unless corny ones that rhymed with the first name ( or last name ) counts. “Yes, you should! She could have like a small witch hat or a big one. I have a feeling it would be easier to convince her to wear a hat than to convince her to go the whole 9 yard with the witch costume.” She told him before taking a drink of her coffee and placing it back down on the table.

Andrea furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side with a puzzled expression. “What does the kid having to do the dishes have to do with participating during gym?“ Unless there was some other kind of meaning for it, which she hoped there wasn’t. She listened to the rest of the excuses he heard kids used with a nod. She was the kind to tell her gym teacher she wasn’t feeling it whenever she wanted to sit out. But she didn’t hate gym class, nor was it her favorite depending on what they were doing that day. She knew telling the gym teacher they forgot their gym clothes was a good excuse. Though in her case she actually did forget her gym clothes, and sometimes sneakers, more times than she actually wanted to sit out. The last excuse he talked about, his favorite one, brought forward a memory that had her using those words as an excuse, well almost exact. She pressed her lips together to hold back the laughter of how embarrassing it all really was for the blonde. She scrunched up her nose before pushing the middle of her glasses back. “I may,” she started, picking up her cup of coffee once again, “or may not have used that last excuse once before —- but not for a date.” She made a face, one that read ‘guilty as charged’ before finishing her coffee. 

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Emily Bett Rickards

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tommy-wilder

Tommy was fairly certain this was rock bottom. When he’d taken his broken heart and his shitty beater car out on the road with no particular destination, he thought he’d end up somewhere cool - San Fran, maybe, and he could commute out to Silicon Valley and become a kajillionaire. But of course, his funds ran out before he could make it that far…

If he’d had to set up shop in a red state, he’d hoped he might at least land in Texas, because Austin was apparently rad. But no. He’d had to end up in fucking Arizona. In a land so hot and dry, it made his balls itch. And working a desk job on top of it.

Like he said: Rock Bottom. 

It didn’t help that his new boss insisted on calling him ‘Thomas’. He perked up slightly when he saw him hail over a blonde chick to show him around, but then he was introduced - as Thomas - and suddenly the whole thing was shit again. He followed her mutely as she showed him around, taking in everything about the truly soul crushing environment that would be his home for the foreseeable future. Rock fucking Bottom. 

He eyed the scripts she passed off to him, looking at them skeptically. “Well, shit,” Tommy sighed, spontaneously putting on a thick southern accent because why the fuck not. “I gotta be honest, Amelia, no one told me there’d be reading here. This might present a problem.” 

He was mute throughout the whole tour she did and the first thing he spoke about was the reading? ( oh, and he also has an accent ) Andrea brought up her finger to push back her glasses before she opened her mouth to speak. “Well,” she started, dragging out the word as she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her gaze shifted, landing on a friend for a moment before going back to him. She fixed her stance, doing her best to hide the smile that wanted to form on her lips. “I’ll make sure our boss is more clear on that, but I know someone who is more than willing to help you with the reading." She offered a grin before nodding her towards her friend who was a few desks away from where they were standing. She took a few steps forward, letting a small chuckle leave her lips as she turned and leaned against the desk a bit.

"And my name is not Amelia, but you know that." she pointed out with raised eyebrows. She knew he knew considering the fact that she introduced herself before the tour. She had a feeling that was his way retaliating, for what exactly she didn't know. Maybe it was because this wasn't the kind of job he'd imagine having for himself? Maybe he was having a bad day? Whatever it was she didn't want to be the scape goat for it. "Anyway," she sighed, standing straight up now before looking up at him. "Your username is your first initial and last name and your password are whatever your heart desires" poor choice of words "if you need to transfer a call, you press the transfer button and then put in the code which is the star button and sixty-nine. You can laugh if you want, it was some kind of prank thing that happened today. Mostly everyone's waiting for the boss to find out, but there are bets going around on who they think will tell before the days over." She told him with a shrug. She didn't have to go on about the bet, but she thought maybe it would help his mood in some way before she continued on.

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jamiefrench

                            “I didn’t believe this kid on my old football team that he was going to throw up one time…” Jamie remembered with a laugh, “When he stopped playing and chucked up over my feet I decided to take the guy more seriously next time.” A phantom smell hit his nose, making it crinkle in up disgust. “The nurse at the school I work in is kind of a witch, or that’s what the students call her. Witch Wendy, never lets anyone go home. She’s an older lady, has seen every trick in the book.” Some were nicer than others, he remembered the one from when he was in middle school and how nice she was. “Wait, she actually let you skip class? Damn. Maybe the kids in Lanford would prefer her over Wendy.” Then again, teenagers preferred the teachers and staff who weren’t stern assholes. “I’m lucky, I don’t have to care as much as a math or science teacher. I just make them go outside and get some fresh air while working out for a little bit, but it annoys the hell out of me when the kids lie.” He paused for a moment, smiling. “This one guy last year came into the locker room and said he didn’t wanna’ do gym because he couldn’t bothered and walked out. Mad respect for that, more so than the stupid excuses others come up with.”

“oooohh” she scrunched up her nose at the thought of the kid hurling on his shoes, shaking her head to get rid of the image. "But of all the places he could've vomited though," she pointed out before laughing. "Such a lucky man" she teased before laughing again. "Witch Wendy?" she raised an eyebrow before tapping her finger against the cup of her coffee. "I thought kids these days were a lot more creative with nicknames. Not that it's okay to give bad nicknames, noo" she shook her head before bringing the cup of coffee to her lips, shifting her gaze as she took a sip. "Do you think," she started, placing her coffee down on the table. "She'll wear a witch hat to work for Halloween?" her eyes back on him, letting a small chuckle leave her lips. Was it bad that she hoped the nurse would? or have been? "Basically. I spaced out how many times I went to her office. Taking naps instead of going to class was great and all but I didn't do it enough to have her catch on or have my parents find out ... I was a responsible skipper" she spoke, laughing at her last words. "I had a love and hate type of relationship with gym class. But what are some of the excuses students tell you?"

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Bae: Tell me something sexy in Spanish

Me: Agua. Tierra. Fuego. Aire. Hace mucho tiempo, las cuatro naciones vivían juntas en armonía. Entonces, todo cambió cuando la Nación del Fuego atacó. Solo el Avatar, maestro de los cuatro elementos, podría detenerlos, pero cuando el mundo mas lo necesitaba, se desvaneció. Cien años pasaron y mi hermano y yo descubrimos el nuevo Avatar, un maestro aire llamado Aang. Y aunque sus habilidades para controlar el aire eran grandiosas, tenia mucho que aprender antes de estar listo para salvar al mundo pero yo creo que Aang podra salvarlo.

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jamiefrench:

                            Fourteen days of freedom until schools in New York resumed and Jamie had only just got around to planning lessons and organising training sessions. To say he was pressed for time was an understatement, but just like every other year, he left it until the last minute. Coffee in front of him and laptop open, he was already bored and tapping a pencil across the top of the table before looking up at the person in front of him— “What’s the best excuse you’ve ever used to get out of class?” He asked curiously, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’d tell my teacher I wasn’t feeling good. I’m going to faint, or vomit; either one good enough for the teacher to send the student to the nurse office.” she shrugged her shoulder, pouring some sugar into her coffee before using the spoon to stir it. “The nurse at my school always let me sleep on the small bed in the nurse room, she’d pull the curtain out to cover that area so no one would come in a be freaked that there was a student just laying there. Which was fine with me, one time she forgot I was there so slept through two classes, it was great” she laughed, shaking her head at the memory. “She didn’t let everyone take a nap in the room though. I’m pretty sure I was her favorite, I always helped her with her computer problems when ever the IT guy at school couldn’t. But not everyone had an excuse to skip class. My senior year this one guy always came in late. He always missed his first class of the day and the teacher, I guess, just didn’t care? I know he ended up graduating so? But when he did show up to class my teacher would just clap for a long ass time and then start class.”

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Andrea came to work expecting her shift to be the way they’ve always been, clock in, say hi to her coworkers, go to her desk and answer calls and such. Sure, each day was different, her coworkers would tell her some kind of gossip, rude or funny conversations the clients would have with her, etc. Being called over by her boss while heading to her desk what not something she expected to happen. Doing it so openly, having most eyes on her as she made her way over to him. “I have to go to a meeting and Jared had to leave due to an emergency, so you’re going to be training Thomas here,” he stated, handing a few paper to her. Andrea glanced over at the blond next to her boss, offering a smile. She returned her attention to her boss before taking the papers from his hand, nodding as he continued to speak, telling her to give him a tour and show him where his desk will be. 

Andrea’s boss was quick to make himself disappear, leaving her with papers and the new guy, Thomas. She looked over the papers for a moment before looking up at him. How to start, how to start. She pressed her lips together before she gestured for him to follow her. “Well, I’m Andrea, if you didn’t hear Mr. Johnson call out my name” she scrunched up her nose, pushing her glasses back. “Everything is mostly in plain sight, the desk is all in the center. The bathroom is down that way, to the left,” she pointed out to him. Andrea may have seemed nervous, but it wasn’t because she never trained someone before. It was always the ‘how should I start this?’ that would leave her running with thoughts on how she should do it, what she should say, etc. Andrea continued to show him around before making their way to his assigned desk. “This beauty,” she starts as they reached his desk area. “is all yours. And these papers are yours too” she stated, giving two out of three papers to him. “They’re examples of a frequent conversation between a client and a worker. Basically, show how we should reply to the clients and how our manners should be. And to make you feel more prepared in a way” 

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issy-canham:

Issy furrowed her brow, not in concern, but concentration on the feedback she was getting. “The size of the font? For all of it?” She questioned, selecting the main part of text before making it larger. The blonde tilted her head to the side to look at it again.

“mhmm” she hummed with a nod before taking a sip of her coffee. “I know the size of the font was aesthetically pleasing, but it’s definitely an eye strainer. Especially for those who find the font small, compared to others who would probably think the font is fine. So it’s more of a ‘safe than sorry’ type thing to size up the font. Plus it still goes well with the whole theme of the ad.” 

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Magnus had just moved to town, a man who was so filled with conflicted motives. The motives of his adoptive parents went against the motives of his birth father so much, it caused extreme indecision at the most inconvenient of times. He should be in jail right now. He should be back in Sweden. He should have told his parents where he went. So many thoughts raced through his head, it was hard to make sense of any of them. Only two feelings constantly haunted him; the anxiety of his father’s colleagues showing up at any moment absolutely terrified him, and the pride in himself for opening this new business. He would pour his heart into this and use it as a way to drown out the thoughts. A way to focus on becoming a better him.

The casino had only been open for a few months, and business was doing surprisingly well. Word got around fast in New York City, he found. From the beginning, Magnus had kept to himself, not interacting much with employees aside from by emails. Everyone had painted him as this harsh leader hellbent on making sure everything in his establishment was in the highest quality it could be, and while this was probably the truth while he lived in Sweden, he had worked to paint a new picture for himself. He was quiet and moved through the halls like a ghost.

This was almost always successful, except for the night he decided to leave early. He knew he’d have to walk through crowds, but that didn’t seem like it’d be too much of an issue, until he had bumped into someone and suddenly felt liquid cover his dress shirt. As his employees stopped, he looked over and shook his head. “I am not paying you to stand around and watch me. Continue with your tasks.” He said, and almost immediately, the employees went back to their daily activities. He wouldn’t let something as small and meaningless as this halt, or even slow down, his business. “You do not need to pay for anything.” Magnus assured, his accent clearly audible in his words. “Come with me.” He stated, turning around and walking towards the bar.

Arriving, he gave the bartender a small and quickly diminishing smile. “Get that woman a refill. And bring me a glass of whatever she’s having.” His words came out more demanding than he intended them to be, but he thought his words sounded fine. “You can put it on my tab.” He added, giving the woman a genuine smile. “My name is Magnus, by the way. I own this casino.”

Andrea watched as the employees reacted to his words, quick to go back to what they were doing before the accident happened. Her eyes landed back on him when he spoke again, the words ‘oh’ and ‘are you sure?’ leaving her lips. She wanted to protest and tell him how she should pay for his dry cleaning, but before she could open her mouth to speak he had already continued the conversation; telling her to follow him before he turned on his heel and walked away. Andrea blinked a few times before looking around the room as if looking for some kind of confirmation that she was actually suppose to follow him. She caught a glimpse of her friends who where near by ( assuming they saw and heard everything that happened as they waved their hand, gesturing for her to follow him ).

Andrea nodded her head before she headed towards where she saw the guy walk, looking ahead to look for his tall figure to guide her ( he wasn’t as far as she thought ). She didn’t what he told the bartender at first, but she did hear him say put it on his tab, which made her guess he must’ve asked the bartender to get her a refill. And if that wasn’t a good clue, then the bartender who was offering to take the glass from Andrea and waiting for her to say what drink she’ll have would do. She told the bartender the drink she would have before thanking him. “Owner of the casino” she repeated to herself with a nod. She assumed that when she told the workers he wasn’t paying them to stand around and watch him. But it was still a bit of a shock, Andrea always assumed older adults owned casinos. The guy in front of her, Magnus, seemed to be only a few years older than her? Or just looks young but is much older.

“Andrea” she offered a smile. “This is a beautiful casino” she commented as the bartender brought over a drink for her and Magnus. “You didn’t have to buy me a drink”

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Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.

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emily bett rickards’ face in bathroom therapy  (◕ ω ◕✿)

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claudmerwin:

“Oh.” The word left Claudia’s mouth as she nodded. “I see. Sorry for bothering you.” A small laugh followed soon after as she looked around once more then at her. “It just feels like no one who actually works here is even around but that’s been my luck with most stores today.”

oh, no bother at all” she told the girl with a shake of her head. “I know a worker headed towards the back, they should be out soon? ” hopefully. She pressed her lips together as she look towards the back, as if the worker would walk out any minute. “sorry you haven’t had any luck, though”