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the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose ([info]otets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-02-18 20:13:00


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Entry tags:amery wilkes, grayson wilkes, mackenzie goldstein

Grayson
Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?



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[info]otets
2008-02-23 06:47 am UTC (link)
It took a few moments for Mackenzie's work to actually take effect, and another few for Amery to once again be party to the world of the conscious and living. Albeit, still groggily.

For a minute, Amery marveled in the sheer ridiculousness of what had just happened. And how odd of a family affair this was turning out to be.

And it was just funny.

Perhaps in a maniac, psychotic sort of way, but it was still funny. Hilarious, even. So funny, that he was willing to take the big physical risk of laughing, just to express his feelings on the situation.

"Mack--" he tried in vain to communicate. "Grays--"

Apparently, words were overrated. He just grinned crazily to himself.

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