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Post by MARY JANE PAGE on Apr 10, 2010 11:58:24 GMT -5
A crooked eyebrow rose, the crease in her forehead intensifying as it did so, leaving the other eyebrow closer to the infamous icy glare of Mary Jane Page. ‘10:35AM’ She made a mental note tapping her wrist watch furiously. After a heavy sigh and an aggravated rolling of her eyes she uttered a few winded words “five whole minutes”, there was, as usual, an overly dramatic hint of venom in her voice but to Mary any form of dilatory or belated behaviour was inexcusable particularly when it was regarding anything to do with the Watchers Council and in particular her slayer. She flipped a chart board and tapped it with a blunt pencil impatiently before throwing the pair to the floor with some considerable fury. She paced a short space repeatedly, her velvet matching tracksuit almost flowing on her.
It was an odd but appealing black and brown combo in the smallest size and yet it still managed to look baggy on Mary, she always had been petite although she did work vigorously night and day to keep her image, to her image and appearance was everything.
Another minute passed, every second excruciating to the watcher, and then she heard footsteps. She snarled exposing her brilliantly white teeth and then with a quick movement she waved her hand over her watch and moved it forward another two minutes with the practical magical ability she’d learnt over the years working with the council.
The door opened and she paused, aligning herself up straighter and broader so that she appeared strong and bold. There was still an ever-present attractiveness about her but it was coupled with her hard and intimidating features. Like a beautiful bully she was ready.
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Post by .EVERTON ELIZABETH BRETT* on Apr 10, 2010 14:59:30 GMT -5
You have no idea how weird this was. Everton Elizabeth Brett, for the first time in her eighteen years of life, was LATE!!! She’d got up late. This whole slaying all night and getting up early thing was doing her head in. Luckily Riley had poked her awake with a coffee. It was virtually a miracle that Evie had got ready in time. She hadn’t exactly thrown anything exciting on. She’d just got ready as quick as she could. Riley had been telling Evie that she should grab some breakfast but she didn’t feel up to eating, much to her fiancée’s distaste. She just couldn’t eat when she’d just got up and she’d been running around like a fa-reak!
She’d run downstairs, grabbing her bag and pulling her keys out and opening her car door. She’d clicked it open and run around to the drivers seat and got in, putting the keys in the engine and turning them only to hear the most fail sound she’d ever heard. She tried a good few times before her head fell into her steering wheel, her horn sounding loudly and making her jump back off it. She’d then quickly popped out of the car and back across the drive way and through the door. “RILLLEEEEEYY… RILLLLLEEEYYYYY!!!” She screamed her way through the house and EVENTUALLY got him downstairs. He’d tried to get the car started and finally just threw his truck keys at her and told her he’d have it fixed by the end of the day.
It was so sweet. This was one of the times when she was so glad she had a mechanic living with her. Her dad had been one and now Riley was one. She did feel bad that he was working on her car on his day off though. She just didn’t really have time to go into it. So she kissed him and she thanked him and she headed out in his truck towards the council. She was speeding a little and very almost ran a red light but luckily didn’t. Riley would have bloody well KILLED her if she did. Eventually she arrived, grabbing a redbull from his stash before heading inside. She wasn’t TOO late but she was late. Her watcher was a stickler for time. She’d locked the truck and heading in side. She was pretty sure she spelled her name wrong when she signed in but she didn’t care. She just ran towards the room where she needed to be.
Evie had downed the redbull on the way down the hall and crashed through the door. Mary was stood there and she looked ----- sooooooooooo not happy. “I’m sorry!! So so so sorry!!!” She stood there like a deer in headlights. “My car broke down and it’s no excuse I know but I’m so sorry!” She was actually shaking. No creature of the night had ever made her as scared as standing before her watcher did now.
wearing ♥ coming soon && feeling ♥ skeered && thinking ♥ shes in trouble:P && word count ♥ 496
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Post by MARY JANE PAGE on Apr 10, 2010 15:54:51 GMT -5
“Try GreenFlag” She coughed unsympathetically and turned from her letting a brief silence sink in. She turned her head back in an almost owl like fashion and looked her up and down as if she were double taking, quite obviously judging her mismatched and hurried fashion sense.
She was a snob through and through, always had been and anyone that didn’t meet her standard was lesser. Unfair? Of course, but when she’s resident bitch in charge there’s not a great deal anyone can do or at least that’s the impression and feeling most are left with. Mary carried on walking, “nice to see that you’ve dressed appropriately, also in future no make-up and tie your hair up, this isn’t a beauty contest and even if it was I’d win.”
Continuing with her walk she headed towards the other end of the training room where she had set out a stack of weights. “I trust you’ve eaten a nice fat filled breakfast, pancakes or a full English to prepare you. Tuesday is your fat to muscle day as expressed in the starter pack I had admin send you. Grab the heaviest pair, we are exactly ...” Mary paused and looked at her watch, “... eight whole minutes late” Mary paused and grasped the bridge of her nose as if she had a migraine. Then with a deep breath she let out a shout.
“Eight minutes! Do you want to die, cause if you don’t train you will? I could have it arranged ... trust me better you get it from me than some ugly ass monster that knaws you’re ... pretty? ... Little face off on a patrol, that is if you even show up on time.” Mary turned and leaned against the wall. “With those weights give me a lap, I need some thinking time!” She shook her hair around and let it fall down.
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Post by .EVERTON ELIZABETH BRETT* on Apr 11, 2010 9:00:25 GMT -5
Though Evie expected to be in trouble, she still thought it unfair she got lumbered with the bitch watcher from hell. Mary had commented under her breath but it was loud enough to be heard easily. She told Evie to try green flag. Hell if she’d broken down somewhere and called green flag it would have taken her twice as long to get here because she’d have had to wait for them to come get her car and then she’d have had to walk. Because of Mary’s comment, she couldn’t help retorting under her breath. “Whats the point, I’m marrying a mechanic!” She said how she’d ‘dressed appropriately’. Evie knew enough to know that was sarcasm. She’d glared slightly at Mary as she went on about make up and trying her hair up. She had the tie in her hand so subsequently pulled her hair into a pony tail, looking at her and saying. “I’m not wearing make up -- Its Vaseline!” She missed off the bitch at the end of the sentence. This time at least.
Mary was going on about her nice fat filled breakfast she should have had. Evie was guessing that a redbull didn’t count as a breakfast, but she wasn’t about to tell Mary that one was she? She then said it was her fat to muscle day. Evie was so petite the last thing she wanted was to be all muscly. She was told to grab the heaviest weights and told her she was 8 minutes late. She’d been on and on does she want to die. Again Evie sighed. “Been doing okay soo far!” Yet Evie did as she was told. She grabbed the weights and did the lap easily. Sometimes she got the feeling Mary SERIOUSLY underestimated what she could do. She held the weights and did reps as she stood before Mary. “Want me to go again or….?”
wearing ♥ coming soon && feeling ♥ skeered && thinking ♥ shes in trouble:P && word count ♥ 317
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Post by MARY JANE PAGE on Apr 11, 2010 17:18:21 GMT -5
Mary’s mad, eccentric eyes stayed focused forward even as Evie spoke to her and then with an almost jerking of her head she replied, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Mary snatched the weights out of her hands and then tried to remain calm and collected as she struggled to place them back on the rack. Mary was mean to people she found weak, and she defined weak by people who weren’t as tough as she was. This however still meant that she found everybody to be weak but many of her oldest colleagues would say that there was a strange bitter sweetness to it, however one could only observe this sweetness if they looked from a distance and with squinted vision through stained glass. She was mean to make people tough, because she knew life was tough and weak people in a tough lives don’t succeed. She was a trainer in her heart and after the breaking and remoulding of her ex-students throughout her 34 years of looking after 15 slayers and in the early years potentials; she’d only ever had one fatality. That in itself said something about her effectiveness as a watcher.
Then again other colleagues and particularly her students would tell you ... she’s just a bitch.
“So what I wanna see is you ‘bulking’ out your thighs, not like some overweight truck driver but like an Olympic athlete, so squat for me and hold it while I get my coffee I left in the staff room ...” Mary jogged off and down the corridor, passing through the busy hall filled with people that all seemed to dissipate around an invisible circular barrier that encased her. A few moments later and she was back, her Columbian medium roast rich under her nose, “... another lap please” she shouted from across the training room,
“same weights again ... I noticed the freshly dumped can in the bin outside, consider it punishment for filling yourself with sugary drinks stuffed with chemical crap you’re now going to have to sweat out for me.” She winked at Evie in an overly happy and sarcastic way, placing her free hand into a thumb up. She leaned against the wall again. “Think dryness as failure and perspiration as success, now if I don’t start seeing success which I know your body is capable of making, I’ll have to brand you even more of a failure.”
Mary sipped her coffee making an annoying slurping noise as she did so and breathing out as if she were an American child on an advert selling coke. “So tell me about last night. I haven’t seen you on a patrol yet, you make me suspicious.”
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Post by .EVERTON ELIZABETH BRETT* on Apr 15, 2010 9:45:29 GMT -5
Evie hated the way Mary spoke to her. The stuck up bitch couldn’t teach a toddler to cross the street let alone a slayer. Maybe that was Evie’s bitter dislike of her talking but still. She was pissing her off this morning yet all Evie did was what she was told. She wasn’t stupid enough to argue. Mary said she wanted to see her ‘bulking’ up her thighs. Yeh right. She wasn’t about to tell Mary but she was keeping her body as it was if she could help it. But she did as she was told. She squatted and held. It wasn’t easy, that amount of time would have been a bit of a struggle for the strongest of slayers but Evie held it till Mary got back. Evie was starting to see what Mary did as torture rather than training. Seriously she did everything she was told but she failed to see how building up muscles in her legs would help her out on patrol tomorrow and the next day. Evie headed over and grabbed the weights and started doing laps again. She was already perspiring so she didn’t think Mary could call her much of a failure.
Mary then asked Evie how patrol was last night. Saying she hadn’t seen her and she was starting to get suspicious. Evie frowned and growled over her breath. “Not too bad, you know the usual. I’ve been filling in the patrolling reports, they’re in a folder in my bag. But if you care that much you could turn up once in a while! Oh and if you’re THAT suspicious then you can check out the bruise covering almost all of my back that my boyfriend spent 3 hours holding ice onto and that stopped me sleeping last night.” She couldn’t even try and be nice about this. She was piiiiissed!!!!
wearing ♥ coming soon && feeling ♥ peeved && thinking ♥ shes in trouble:P && word count ♥ 323
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Post by MARY JANE PAGE on Apr 30, 2010 6:12:43 GMT -5
Mary knew that she wasn’t liked by her slayers, co workers, in fact pretty much the entirety of people that met her, but she didn’t care, it’s part of the reason she did it. Making Evie sweat was fun to her, it re-established her sense of power and dominance, sad? Most would agree, but it didn’t matter to Mary, her truly psychotic brain ignored the insanity of it. As long as she felt big ... egotism is a funny thing.
“Someone is acting a little too defensive” Mary questioned as her eyes scrutinized the young slayer, downing the rest of her coffee, “and I don’t appreciate your tone or attitude either, I’m merely trying to stop you from dying, I suppose that you don’t want to die? If you showed up to training on time maybe you wouldn’t be covered in bruises too” Mary whipped out a pen and jotted down a time and location in the graveyard. “Tonight.” she handed her the paper forcefully, “We will patrol together, and I can show you a few things, for now your training is up.“ Mary started to walk away but then stopped but didn’t turn back, “Oh Evie ... do twenty more laps first though ...” She continued to walk and then stopped again, “... oh Evie ... don’t be late this time”
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