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Tweak says, "NO. You can has veggetables."

Karen Walker (i_ohscrewit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-12-20 21:12:00

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georgia lass, karen walker

Workity work (George)
Karen sat at the secretary's desk at the place where she supposedly worked, Ghostbusters somethingorother. There weren't a lot of phone calls coming in, and those that did went straight to voicemail. Or at least, they went there when Karen pushed the ignore button on the phone. That button was the best thing that had ever been invented, in her opinion.

She was doing her nails. Might as well get something done while at work. The paper filing was being ignored. She was pretty sure she'd said something about not doing that sort of thing. Also not doing windows. She might have also told him that she didn't answer the phone, but he would figure that one out in time.

There was a coffee mug on the desk near her. Previously it would have held vodka. Now it held nothing. The scent of the alcohol was still strong enough to bring back wistful memories. But there was no reason for having it anymore. She couldn't drink it. Looking at it wouldn't get her anything.

Karen sighed.

God, work was so boring.

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i_avoidlife
2008-12-20 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Now that the worst of the zombie epidemic was over, George decided to leave the undead wrangling to the publicity-hungry professionals. Venkman and Liz had been pretty kind to George and the reaper certainly didn't need the attention or the recognition. So she stepped into the renovated firehouse with not one but two hypospray devices all filled up with zombie curing goodness.

She stepped up to the receptionist desk and avoided making eye contact with the woman behind the desk. "Is Peter Venkman in? I have some stuff to drop off..."

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i_ohscrewit
2008-12-20 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Karen looked up, eyebrow lifted.

She tilted her head and took the girl in. Odd. She could be pretty, but she just didn't do anything with herself. She needed her hair to be not so flat. And her makeup could do so much to bring out her eyes. A little lipstick. Some earrings. Some clothes that didn't look like they'd come from a homeless shelter.

"Oh, honey, no." She shook her head. "Why in god's name would you walk outside wearing those shoes?"

It was a mess. A horrifying mess.

The mess in front of her took her attention away from other, more pressing matters. Like the fact that this girl didn't smell like anything. She certainly didn't smell like life.

Maybe Karen would have brought it up, but the fashion atrocity sitting before her was far too consuming.

	i_avoidlife 2008-12-21 12:04 am UTC (link)
	"You're out of coffee?" George tried to guess helpfully. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_ohscrewit 2008-12-21 12:36 am UTC (link)
	"How much?" Karen's attention fully snapped back to the present and she realized she'd said that all out loud. "Oh. I don't know. Maybe something along the lines of twenty a week?" She nodded. "Yeah. That should do." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_avoidlife 2008-12-21 12:38 am UTC (link)
	"Twenty dollars? That's all?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_ohscrewit 2008-12-21 12:40 am UTC (link)
	"What? Oh. No, honey, no. Twenty thousand. Sorry. I'm not used to talking to the poor." She looked at the girl and wondered what she'd look like wearing ringlets. Or maybe with shorter hair. There was an urge in her to do what she had for the pirate. Take the girl out and get her made up. Give her a flea dip. "I don't think you should wear yellow..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)