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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Nov 12, 2007 23:32:17 GMT -7
Michael sat at his desk, he was watching Forest Gump, a movie that Jordan had said was good but he never actually had seen. His tv was on his desk next to his computer, even though it was unnessacery. He really did have work to do but when Michael had set his mind on something, he accomplished it. Work just wasn't as important as watching Forest running at the moment.
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Post by Olive Klink on Nov 13, 2007 18:11:35 GMT -7
Olive entered the front office and set her stuff down on her desk. It was her first day. She was a bit late but she hoped the boss wouldn't mind. She had brought an extra slice of pie along in her lunch just in case her feminine charm didn't work.
She started humming and setting up her desk when she heard the Tv in the office next door saying, "Run Forest RUN!" She had a perplexed look on her face but opened the door anyway. She had to meet her boss eventually. Olive held a piece of pie on a plate in one hand and she grinned, "Hello Sir, my name is Olive Klink, I'm your new secretary and, is that Forest Gump?" She walked to the side where she could see.
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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Nov 28, 2007 17:24:57 GMT -7
(She's so cute!!! XP) Michael had a perplexed look on his face, one an art critic might have when looking at the Mona Lisa or Monet's Garden pieces, he got this look when watching Forest Gump. "Hmm? What?" He looked up at her and suddenly his face brightenned, first because of the pie and secondly because he had a smoking hot assistant! Or secretary, or whatever. "Olive! Wow, I love Olives, they're so tasy.." He paused as it dawned on him that this might be taken wrong. "...and kind, and brave..." Michael tried changing the subject as this wasn't going so well. [/b]"Yeah! Forest Gump, good old Forest...is that pie?"[/b]
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Post by Olive Klink on Dec 1, 2007 20:33:54 GMT -7
(^^ yay! I'm kinda writing Pushing Daisies style now...it's fun! lol, so she's smoken hot eh?)
Olive stared at the man who was now her boss and nodded her head. She smiled slightly as he said that olives were tasty and laughed a little as he went on about their bravery. This man had a certain charm about him, of course it wasn't at all like her past love but, it was something.
Her charm had worked...as did the pie. She held it up as he mentioned it, "Yep, good old fashion apple pie, fresh from this morning." She put it closer to him, "Would you like a taste?" She paused and then added, "Hopefully it's just as tasty as an olive."
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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Dec 11, 2007 23:50:07 GMT -7
(Oh yeah. lol)
Saved from the awkward moment, though he usually wasn't upset over them..or even noticed they were there, he gratefully accepted th change of subject and paused Forest Gump for pie cutting. "MMM, yes, I certainly would!" Michael responded, moving some papers and folders that he was supposed to read and tossing them on the floor behind the desk. Hearing her joke he looked up at her, unsure if she was joking or not, when he decided she was he burst into a chortle. "Oh, yeah, hopefully. So, you're my new secretary, huh?"
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Post by Olive Klink on Dec 28, 2007 15:01:24 GMT -7
Olive set the pie down and started to cut out a slice. "Yes Sir." She put his slice on a plate and cut herself one. Anytime was a good time to have a slice of pie! She smiled, "I was unaware a principle even needed a secretary, until I saw it in the paper. I'm from California, just moved here." She put the slice for herself on a plate. She liked him, even if she had just met him she could tell they would be getting along quite well.
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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Jan 3, 2008 21:43:32 GMT -7
Michael was looking at the pie with obvious hunger, he wanted to dive right in..but where was his fork? For being a secretary she wasn't very sufficiant..very pretty, though. "Hmm?" He was pulled out of his pie daze and remembered to actually listen to her. He remembered that Jordan had yelled at him for not listening to her...or, at least, he thought she had... "Oh, yeah? California, huh? Well that's a fun state."
(Toootally brain dead)
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Jan 3, 2008 21:51:12 GMT -7
Sharpay Evans stormed into the office, her hair in two pigtails, a red and white 'Wildcat' outfit adourned. Her lips were turned in a scowel but when she entered they raised into a smile. "Hello Principle.." She frowned. "Wait? Where is Principle Matsue?" For once the Snow Queen of East High was taken by surprise. She looked from Olive, who was about her height, to Michael.
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Post by Olive Klink on Jan 4, 2008 22:36:35 GMT -7
Olive smiled, "Yeah, that's where I'm from, the fun state." She laughed. She then noticed he wasn't eating the pie, why wasn't he eating the-OH! Forks! They needed forks. How could she have forgotten. Great first impression...
She was about to say something when a pretty blonde girl stormed through the door. Olive stared at her, perplexed. she had briefly forgotten what a Principle did at a school but it quickly came back to her. "Um." She looked at Michael then back at Sharpay. She smiled, "He doesn't work here any more...this is Principle Michael Scott." She knew his name from the name plate sitting on the desk.
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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Jan 5, 2008 19:29:58 GMT -7
Ah, and there it was, his fork. Just as Michael was cutting into his pie Sharpay entered. The bite was only inches from his mouth, frozen there as he stared at the student...why was she here? He wasn't a teacher, she should be with a teacher. A principle's office was no place for these students!
He set his fork down and smiled at her, trying to be paitent. "Hello...teenage girl." He nodded at her. "What can I do for you?"
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Jan 5, 2008 19:46:03 GMT -7
(oops..you didn't give him a fork, did you? Uhg, I'm an idiot.)
Sharpay stared at the scene with confusion... Instead of Principle Matsue there was some sleezy looking American man eating Pie and a little blond girl holding the pie whilst in a super cute, mildly revealing outfit...what was going on?
"Oh.." Shar said, her brow wrinkled with confusion. Finally she shrugged, willing to just accept it. It was no great loss, Principle Matsue had never supported the drama club, after all. She dug through her over-sized, designer brand, britght red bag and handed the under-sized girl her phone. She was willing to think that she was his assistant or something. Her dad had many, after all. Of course, they never carried around pies with them, but, whatever.
Before handing her the phone she had brought up the picture of her beaten up brother. Now Shar dug through her purse and found a piece of writing paper which was neatly folded. She handed that to Olive, as well.
"Well, Principle.." She read the name plate, finding it weird that it said Dunder Mifflin over his name. "Scott. I came to report some ill conduct between some of your students. On my phone I have pictures of my brother, Ryan Evans, after being randomly attacked by Troy Bolton and Chad Danforth." Sharpay had her serious face on and pointed at the phone, then she pointed to the note as she explained that.
"This is my brother's testimony of what happened. I stand as a witness." Crossing her arms, eyebrows raised, she waited for their response, which she expected to be large. Ryan hadn't actually written the testimony, he didn't like talking about it, so Shar did it for him. Besides, now it was much more detailed and...exciting.
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Post by Olive Klink on Jan 5, 2008 23:15:04 GMT -7
She pulled a fork out of her bag and gave it to Michael right before Sharpay walked in. Olive felt like she had been caught doing something wrong the way the student was staring at her. After the little introduction Olive waited for the student to explain why she was there.
The girl handed her a phone with a picture of her brother on it. Olive made a face as she looked at the picture. She then took the note and the phone and handed both to Michael. She didn't know if at this point she was aloud to have an opinion or not. She would wait and see.
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Post by Principle Michael Scott on Jan 7, 2008 20:16:41 GMT -7
Michael looked at the picture on her phone and ate his pie. He made a face when he saw the poor, beaten up Ryan. "Uck, he looks awful." He said, setting the phone on his desk. Then he took up the note and scanned over it. It was long...Michael didn't feel like reading it right now, with the pressure of an audience. "Okay, we'll see what we can do for you, Miss Evans, alright? Alright, buh-bye!"
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Jan 11, 2008 15:23:26 GMT -7
Sharpay frowned at his comment about Ryan looking awful. It was true, she had said it herself, but she didn't like other people saying it. When the principle dissmissed her she became miffed but tried to keep smiling. She wanted to get this settles right away, besides, she wanted her phone back. "Mr. Scott, I was hoping you would get this settled sooner..." Seeing his blank expression her smile went down a notch. "Like now."
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Post by Olive Klink on Feb 11, 2008 23:43:11 GMT -7
Olive glanced at Michael, trying to read his expression. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking. She turned back to face Sharpay. Olive handed the phone back to the girl. Olive didn't know what to do, was she suppose to say something here? Was she suppose to tell her to come back later? She didn't know. Olive just looked back at Michael and bit her lip as she awaited his answer.
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