Penelope Cordelia Sullivan (alwayspenny) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-03-08 16:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | march 2011, open |
Who: Penny and George and Open to anyone at the newspaper.
What: Penny's triumphant return
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The Maine-Lander
Rating: PG or higher?
It was a quiet news day. It didn't take a journalist genius to figure that out. Upon opening the doors to the entrance of the offices, Penny noticed right away that everyone seemed bored. She caught sight of people going on Facebook, playing Solitaire, paying their bills. There wasn't any actual work going on. That needed to change, and it needed to change fast. It wasn't that Penny wanted anyone to be up to their necks in work, but a slow newsroom was a dying newsroom. There was a plan stirring behind her chocolate brown eyes, and she let it run in the background as she strolled into the place that had seen more phases of her life than any other.
Immediately, she took a left and headed for the elevators. She wanted to see her aunt, Noelle, George, perhaps one of her parents. Being away from the place was almost as heartbreaking as leaving Moses Pearson. Sure, she was going with all her friends to high school, but Moses Pearson always had more of a welcoming feeling to it. She was used to it, and she was sure she would feel the same when she went to Hobbs. Unlike Jacen who strived for Harvard or Annie who longed to go to Juliard, Penny had more modest hopes at least in terms of her career. The idea of the NYU Journalism program was beyond thrilling, but she knew she would never really reach that. At least she could look forward to the smiling faces at the Maine-Lander, people who had pretty much raised her.
When the doors opened, Penny found herself in the bull pen. The familiar smell of printed papers, three hour old coffee and dangling lead sentences immediately filled her senses. That and the presence of the powers of those who worked there, and Penny officially felt like she was back home. She made her way back around to her desk and smiled. It looked exactly as it had the last day she was here with one cute exception. Penny picked up the letter next to the bear and giggled as she read it. It was the little things. She couldn't put into words how things like this made her feel. All she knew was that she felt better than she had in weeks now.
Taking a seat at her desk, she sighed and looked around. It was the perfect desk, and she recalled the day Bast moved in. It had been a constant battle ever since with Penny being unwilling to just leave her desk and Bast not having much of a choice but to have to work there. Today somehow felt like that day. As she pulled out her math book, notebook and a pencil, Penny tried not to think of the first time she had laid eyes on him, the way his power overwhelmed her senses and he was none the wiser, the way she refused to shake his hand. She chuckled and shook her head. Man did that feel like ages ago.