The Official Office Games

So there's four of us, maybe three. I'm not really sure. (Tumi?)

Thought I'd make this so we have concrete stuff instead of changing it regularly.

Character - Tumi's is Victoria...something
I'm Hayley Conman.
Skiffle, (sorry don't know your name, another reason I made this thread.) is Jade... something

(Do you see what I mean? I hardly know anything)

Anyway when you're all here we can decide everything like a ...team so then it actually makes sense and doesn't read like crap.

I'm Victoria Wylie :)

There's four of us :P I'll go tell Choris Romance about this thread :cute:
XP I think I'll work on my ch. 3 over the weekend...

If any of you three would like to edit through my chapters-cough-please do-cough- here are the links:

Chapter two...

And one of you's gonna have to put in the link to ch. 1 'cuz I didn't save it XP
Skiffle.'s chapter: Linkkk

Katie we're still waiting for your chapter...

And that's it (:
-Oh, and I thought I'd make Cole, Haylie's cousin :shifty
Is that alright with everyone?

^ I'm alright with it.

I'm Jade Cook in the story. I think. I can't open the links, is my surname mentioned in the story? >.< Sorry.

Oh, my real name is Lucy btw.

None of your links work Tumi... they take me to mibba.com ?

Anyway, we're all different people but ... how are we all linked?

I understand how me are Tumi are gonna be linked, (I'm gonna get promoted to her floor) and we're obviously gonna be introduced together through Cole, since he's my cousin.

But I'm not sure about you Lucy. You're the ugly turned pretty... maybe you could be Victoria's best friend?

Here's Tumi's first chapter.

Victoria's Pov

I gripped the warm coffee mug and let the steam rise up and fog my glasses. Another average Tuesday... The kind that's not worth bothering telling people about if they ask how your day has been.

I looked out the window, the early rays of the sun peeking from the clouds, and finally, morning actually looked like morning, the invisible transition from late night to day complete. I could faintly hear the birds twittering and every now and then cars rushed by, several stories below. No telephone rang, no one tapped the keys, no shifting of paper. Just me.

I was always the first person to work. I glanced at the clock hanging to the far right wall; 6:55 AM. I took a delicate sip and quietly waited for the morning to really start.

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After about a half hour of letting my mind wander as I waited, I heard someone climb up the last of the stairs to the large office area. I stared at the stairs until I saw Cole appear at the top, swaggering comically towards his area. He raised his blonde head slightly towards me in greeting and spun around on his wheely chair. I gave him my unalterable nerdy smile. He rolled to my desk until he got close enough to put a hand on my shoulder.

"Along with the people insi-i-ide, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy," he sang in parody one of my favorite songs. He knew it because I played it every day early in the morning and late at night, those times when everyone loosens up. The song gets them laughing, too. 'Cuz the boss is a perv.

"That song's been in my head all day."

"All day? How long have you been up?"

"Try 4:30, buddy."

"No wonder why you have bags under your eyes."

I laughed dryly. "Ha-ha-ha. Not funny."

"Hey," Cole assured, "I was just kidding."

"Mhm," I responded, but it really got to me; he was probably right. I slipped out a hand mirror from my purse and studied myself. It was bad. Really bad.

Not only did I have bags, but I had baby zits forming along my forehead. I looked even more uglier than I've noticed. The mirror made my skin look all blotchy, and my nose looked a whole lot bigger.

The others have warned me that every time I look into the mirror a chunk of my soul goes away. The must've been right- the first part of my soul that disappeared apparently being my face. I put a hand to my forehead to finger the bumps. Grr... stupid acne.

"Hey, I didn't mean it," Cole apologized.

"But you're right..." My mouth twitched. He was the LAST person I wanted to look bad in front of.

"No, I'm not right," he persisted and snatched the mirror from my hands. "Stop looking into it," he chastized, "Don't you know that mirrors take away a piece of your soul?"

Oh, yeah, he tells me that too.

"Something like that," I responded and snatched the mirror back, putting it back in my purse.

"I never look in the mirror," he continued. I chuckled.

"Just goin' with the flow?"

"Precisely." and, after loosening his tie, he tucked his arms behind his head and pushed with his foot back to his desk. I smiled after him, the self-conscious feeling from only moments ago vanished. I loved the way Cole could always effortlessly make me feel better. He's so mellow and laid-back and happy-go-lucky. Everyone likes him. The boss likes him. He's my best friend. But I was still wary of my looks so I'd add a little lip gloss in attempt to look better.

I slapped some on, and after taking a quick check in the mirror, I decided:

Oh to hell with it all.

I leaped up from my chair, letting it roll backwards unsupervised.

"Guess what time it is!" I said, suddenly ecstatic, in a sing-song voice.

"Uh..." he checked his wristwatch. "7:37?"

"No, I said while poking him in the ribs. He slapped my hand away playfully. I skipped to my messenger bag and pulled out my lime green I-pod. "Panic at the Disco timeee!" I shouted.

Coffee's gone to my brain.

I plugged the mini speaker's chord in the earphone outlet on the I-pod so both Cole and I could here it. I turned the speaker on high.

Then, a second later it started.

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street...

I started dancing as Brendon Urie and the rest of the band continued singing. Well, I wasn't exactly dancing; picture it as... A quirky-looking girl striking poses or jabbing her fist out at every time Spencer hit the drums. Yes, it very much looked like an uncoordinated person trying to dance- which is exactly what I was.

-Ooh, ooh here comes the best part:

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.

Cole and I sang it loud and obnoxiously, and he also joined me in dancing, though he has better dance moves. That part of the song just always made me giggle; it reminded me of Pervy Boss and how he mooned over all of the-ugh- pretty employees that didn't have pimples on their foreheads or big noses or bags under their eyes or splotchy skin or- you get my point.

Cole interrupted my thoughts as he sang/screeched, "Tonight tenants range from: the boss and Victoria; accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie!"

"Psh, you wish!"

He laughed and started chasing me around, shoving me into the other rolly chairs. It was still just the two of us and the song still blazed Brendon's perfect voice. The sugar rush pumped me on, and soon I couldn't resist but to start head banging. My black greasy hair flied around me; it looked more like a retarded kid spazzing out.

It got to the point where we were both laughing-I admit that I was snort-laughing- so loudly that I couldn't even here the music playing.

Somewhere in all of the spasmodic dancing I ended up tripping Cole, and with my highly impressive grace I came tumbling after him. I heard him 'oomph' as I landed on him.

And... truth be told? He feels... solid.

Heh, next thing I know I'll be ogling his muscles.

-Well, actually, he is kind of toned...

While I had been busying myself with studying his body, I failed to notice how close our faces were to each other. I looked up- and directly into his brown eyes. I blushed. Cole arched his back a little, so we got even closer. My confused feelings for him surfaced. I felt so raw, so...obvious.

He was going to kiss me.

That's just how my mind works; I don't beat around the bush. I hesitantly got closer to his face, very slowly. He brought a hand to the back of my neck and lightly pressed for me to move closer. The music faded into the background. All I payed attention to was how I could him lightly breathing on my face.

Was this really happening?!

Well, as all good things do, the illusion shattered, like a dream. I snapped out of it as soon as I heard the click-click of high-heels at the top of the concrete stairs.

**** Edit Away**** Or just add your thoughts

Tumi's 2nd Chapter.

Victoria's Pov

Immediately the mood changed. Sharply, I turned my head towards the direction of the intruder; I felt Cole's lips graze my cheek. I feel bad. He was expecting a kiss and all he got was a face-full of hair.

"Victoria-" Cole started.

I shushed him as the clack-clacking neared us at our hiding place behind the back-to-back row of desks.

"What?" he whispered, "It's not like she'll hear us." The music continued blaring.

The clacking paused somewhere near the radio. "My word!" I heard a voice complain over the noise.

Straight-away I knew who it was. Claire. One of the skankiest/snootiest/prettiest girls on our level. The ones that were to proud to admit that they were sleeping with a forty-odd year old person. The thing I hate about her the most was that she reminded me of Bella from Supernatural. Same honey-blonde hair; Same high-and-mighty attitude; Even the same British accent- though I suspect that Claire's is practiced.

Then I heard her mutter loudly my name and something else, then I heard clearly "Nonsense Panic at the Disco crap". I glared. The bitch didn't know good taste in music if it came up and shoved a foot up her ass. Instantly Brendon's voice was shut off mid-word. Silence followed suit.

I shrunk closer to Cole's Old Spice-smelling person, as if I was trying to hide from her by lying on top of him.

Psh, right.

Click, click, click, click- pause. I heard Claire stopping in the middle of the room to look around.

"Victoria? VICTORIA!" she called out, probably to complain about the 'horrid' music.

Without warning, I leaped up from behind the desks.

"Uh-um- SURPRISE!" I decided to say, throwing my hands up limply, then pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

Claire gave a little jump in response. "Vicky, dear, you gave me a fright!"

I clenched my teeth. "It's Victoria," I spat out, "Dear."

She paid no attention to my hostile mood. Hesitantly, she bent down slightly and squinted her eyes, reminding me of an old lady. "Vicky, why on earth were you on the floor?"

Giving me no time to answer, she brushed past me instead, peering behind the row of back-to-backs.

"Oh... I see," Claire said, her eyes falling down to Cole and his lopsided grin. She turned to me and gave me a secretive smile, "My, Victoria, I never thought you had it in you..."

I blinked. And then I blinked again.

Noticing I didn't understand, she gently clapped a hand on my back. "Why, dear," she murmured, her eyes darting around my face, "I can't believe you had it in you... to shag Cole Conman."

Oh my god.

Did she just say...?

I gave her an incredulous look. "Okay, two things: One: not even the real British say 'shag' anymore. Two: And I didnot -whatever you want to call it- to Cole. DID NOT." I was embarrassed to even hear that word. I hoped for God that Cole wasn't listening to us talking.

Nothing I said seemed to bother her. "And why were you two on the floor?" she asked, addressing both of us.

Cole got up and cat-stretched. "Victoria tripped me. Clumsy girl, as usual."

I looked down, ashamed. Though I think Cole was kidding, like he always is, that really hurt. Quietly, I walked away from the two and back to my desk, slumping down into the chair and turning the computer on. Times like this when I suddenly got a sad feeling, I wanted to be as miserable as possible to make Cole see how badly he had hurt my feelings.

I glared at them from my desk, but they took no notice.

After about ten minutes, the other workers came. I continued working without a sound, my anger flaring quietly like a flame.

Yeah, they could be best friends, maybe from like high school or something?

The more years they've been bestfriends I think is better. That way when she turns pretty the Betrayal is better, if you get what I mean.

I'm trying to finish my chapter, but I keep writing about Vampires and Fangs...weird.

OK. So I've just finished my 1st chapter.
I don't do funny, sarcastic, comedy well. It comes out sounding weird. But...whatever I tried and I want you guys to rip it to pieces and put it back together again.

Haylie's POV

I tapped against the desk, my pen furiously dancing over the piles of papers strewn all over my desk. I let out an agitated and exhausted sigh when a large shadow loomed over my desk and coughed gently.

I slowly looked up, my forehead creasing and my eyebrows disappearing somewhere way up into my hairline. I finally reached the person's head and banged my leg sharply under the desk. To say I was surprised was an understatement.

"Mr Steven," I claimed. I pushed my chair back and quickly stood up. "How can I...? What can...? Is there something I can help you with Sir?" I pitifully managed.

I heard loud snickers erupt from the surrounding desks but pretended not to hear.

"Ms Conman," he nodded. "I'd like to see you in my office please."

My heart skipped a few beats at his request, but I managed to nod. "Yes... of course." I stammered. "When?"

"Now." His tone was crisp, sharp and lethal. I felt myself tilt forward and quickly grabbed onto the edge of the desk to hold me up. "If that's OK with you." He added, a few seconds later.

"Oh yes, yes, that's just FINE," I thought ruefully. "It not like I've got an important deadline coming up."

My heart thumped against my ribs and I felt as if I was about to faint. Instead , I answered, " Of...of. That's fine." I pushed myself away from my desk and managed to stay upright without it's support.

I looked up, at my boss of seven years, and nodded weakly when he signalled for me to move ahead. I walked to the elevators my head hanging low.

I was getting fired.

Everybody knew if Mr Steven made an appearance with Level 4 workers, they were mostly likely going to be fired. Or promoted? I quickly pushed the thought away and mentally prepared myself to be 'let go'.

I could picture it already.

A box of tissue's on his desk, his hands neatly folded on his desk, and his face.

His face which was normally so gentle and handsome looking, would be tilted to the side, his lively green eyes dull and full of pity. He'd utter the words pretending he cared. He'd get up from his seat, slowly walk around his desk, pat my shoulder once and tell me I could take as much time I needed and quietly leave his office.

I walked into his office, looking around and appreciating its size. It wasn't as small as I thought it would be, and it wasn't grey. In fact is was the same colour as his eyes. Sea green.

"Take a seat." I wasn't sure if it was a request or an order but I took it anyway. I didn't think my legs would be able to take the blow he was about to give me. I looked at his desk, mentally scoffing when I saw the box of tissue's innocently sitting there. Just waiting for me to snatch at them.

"So Ms Conman..." he started. He already had his hands neatly folded and his head titled to the side. "I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here..."

"I know what I'm doing here Mr Steven. I'm getting fired. I know it. You know it. My colleagues at Level 4 know it. Hell my mother probably knows it too. I'd prefer it if we got this over and done with quickly." I didn't know where the little speech had come from but I didn't want to be like the rest. I didn't want a blotchy face when I walked out this office. I wanted to do it with my head held high.

"Well Ms Con..."

"Enough with the Ms Conman already." I interreupted. "I know what my surname is. I know I'm not a MRS Conman. Just say the damn words. I know you don't want me in here taking up your valuable time and wasting your branded tissue's, which I bet cost a bomb, probably scented too. Just say the two words. 'You're Fired!" It's not hard. You know what? Just to speed things up a bit, I'll say them for you." I stood up from my seat and took a deep breath.

"Sorry Ms Conman but you're fired."

I felt like giving him the finger, instead a politely stuck out my hand and gave him a shaky smile. "It was ni... horrid working for you. The last 7 years have been the worst of my entire life." I told him. "Crap pay too."

He slowly took my hand, his fingers barely touching mine before I let my hand drop.

I think he was in shock.

His eyes looked kind of huge and his mouth was agape. It would have been funny if he'd started choking on a fly.

I opened the door to his office, the door missing my nose by a few centimetres.

"But...wait. Wait." He shouted. He stood up from his seat, shaking his head and walked around his desk, towards me. "You're not fired. "I mean I don't think you are...were. " His head was tilted to the side again and he seemed to be gazing over my right shoulder. "You're getting promoted." His head tilted further, I was sure he was about to take the offer back. Especially after my little performance.

"What?! OMG! OMG!" I felt my hands start to flutter and before I knew it I'd launched myself at him. It was the second after I felt him stiffen that I quickly let go of his neck and dropped back down to earth. "OMG I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... OMG." I didn't know what to say and I'm pretty sure I wrinkled his suit.

He took a large step back, pretty flustered and red in the face. "Why don't you take and seat and let me explain," he coughed.

I giggled as I closed his office and skipped to his chair. This room didn't seem to look so crappy after all.

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So -erm- yeah. There it is. The chapter that had me banging my head against the wall at times.

Do what you will with it. PLEASE!

EDIT: Double Post

That was awesome :crazy:
Hehe your boss sounds adorable
:XD
Keep posting :coffee: I'll come back soon enough.

I say we just wing it and post the story :file:

Shouldn't we wait for Lucy to complete her first chapter?

That way we can see how we're gonna put the chapter's up.

Sorry for not writing in ages. Anyways, I have a problem. When I wrote the first chapter like a month or two after it my hard-drive broke so I though Tumi still had it in her message inbox (do you?)
I still vaguely remember how it went so I'll rewrite it tonight and post it either later or tomorrow morning (I'm in England btw, so the time might be screwed)
I'll get writing now.

I'm gonna write my 2nd chapter, or try.
I'm doing it from where Tumi basically left off.

It's gonna be my first day at the new job/floor.
The reason Claire came looking for Victoria is because she wanted to get rid of me. The newbie. She was supposed to show me round but she's the bitch so that doesn't happen. Can that be how we get introduced, and whilst we're there we can find out that I'm also Cole's cousin.

We could probably play on that. Make Victoria jealous when Cole hugs me and stuff and she gets the wrong end of the stick.

Sounds good :cute:
Get to writing~

Lucy, what's Jade's last name?
And should we just cut Katie out of the group now?

^Cook.
(read the first few posts dude)

And she hasn't made an appearance yet. I'm guessing she ain't interested.

Oh, right *brain fart*

Okay. Fine with me.

Lucy's Chapter:

I glanced across the room. It was pretty much empty, I didn't see why I needed to be called in on my day off, nothing needed to be done. Especially at 10 in the morning. I couldnt even read or something to keep amused since I had rushed in when I was called, thinking it was an emergency. I sighed.

"To hell with it," I muttered and headed towards my bosses office.

I knocked and got ready for my performance.

"Come in!" grumbled a voice.

"M-Michaela, I have to go home, I feel faint!" I said, my voice shaking as I coughed for effect.

"Are you alright, Jade?" she frowned.

"My brother was ill earlier this week, I must've caught it from him," I frowned, leaning on her desk to prove my apparant dizziness.

"Might mean a bit of harder work for the rest but I guess you can go home," she sighed as if she was in great inconvenience.

Had she seen the emptiness of the store? I immediately hid my annoyed expression, nodded with a weak smile and slowly left the room. As soon as her office door shut I sprinted for the door. Since there was virtually nowhere to go I decided to head home. I climbed into my small crappy car and attempted to start the engine. It started up with a dangerous shudder and I began to head to my apartment.

I kicked the old door open without even unlocking it. Yeah, the quality of the apartments in my building are excellent. I glanced round my messy apartment, not as if I was gonna tidy it any day soon. I sauntered over to the kitchen, grabbed a can of coke and slumped down on the sofa. This was more boring than work. Then again, work didn't have music.

I flipped it onto a music channel and picked up a magazine. I didn't know why I bothered. All it ended in was jealously of the gorgeous models in the magazine. I wished I had an amazing complexion instead of the teenage-like acne which paraded over my face. I wished I wasn't as chubby. I wished my mousy brown hair was shiny and not dull. I wished my green eyes were bright rather than lined with dark circles from lack of sleep. I glared at the thin, smiling model in the magazine and threw it over to the coffee table.

"What to do, what to do?" I muttered to myself, glancing around the room.

"I should've stayed at work. I wouldn't be sitting talking to myself if I was..." I said sarcastically.

I growled in frustration and kicked the coffee table, standing up. I could probably get products from work...I grinned and practically skipped out of the apartment.

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You know what to do 8)

Okay. Yes. Post. NOWWW :crazy:

The forum's working for me again. Tumi, did you get my email? Can we cut the last bit of my chapter off:
I growled in frustration and kicked the coffee table, standing up. I could probably get products from work...I grinned and practically skipped out of the apartment.

Are they still gonna be working in the world trade center?
Oh, this is the re-write I wrote:

I glanced blankly at the computer screen as small black letters paraded across white the screen when I typed them.

"Jade?" laughed a quiet voice.

I came out of my trance and looked towards the source of the voice where my friend, Courtney, sat.

"You zoned out again," she pointed out.

"I never noticed," I said sarcastically, turning my attention back to the screen "This job is freakin' boring."

I didn't recieve a reply so I got back to work, typing. My hands were aching from the past 2 hours of it, tempting me to just go and pretend I was sick. My boss was pregnant anyways, she wouldn't interrogate me because she'd be too worried about trying to walk properly. No, I needed the money. I sighed and forced myself to carry on. Out of all the places I picked to work in! Atleast the pay wasn't too bad. I probably shouldn't have bought that skin cream. Results in three days my ass. I'd been using the stuff for a month and if anything it made my skin worse, not better! I glanced at the small clock at the corner of my screen. Only 20 minutes until my lunch break.

"Any plans for the weekend?" asked Courtney quietly.

"Dunno. Watch television. Might hang around with some friends. You?" I muttered, cracking my fingers and then continuing to type.

"I'm going shopping with my sister, she's visiting from England," Courtney replied cheerily.

Lunch time arrived all too slowly and as soon as the screen read 12:30pm I was up and out the door. The cold air nipped at my face as the wind whipped around me. I buried my face into my jacket and began to walk towards a small cafe. Luckily, it wasn't far, only a 10 minute walk. It couldn't be too long anyway, my break was only half an hour. There wasn't much of a line and only a few people were scattered around the room, sitting at tables. I had always loved the smell of cafe's, normally because they smelt of coffee and they always seemed really welcoming.

At one of the tables sat a guy. He was lanky with shaggy black hair and brown eyes. He was reading, I couldn't see the name of the book though. He looked up and then smiled! At me! I smiled back nervously. He then looked directly at me and...snorted? He rolled his eyes, shook his head the pointed. I frowned and turned around. There was another girl infront of me. I turned back, feeling myself going bright pink and I avoided looking anywhere near them.

"I did not just do that...I did not just do that...." I thought to myself mentally.

I was stupid. Why would any random guy smile at me? Guys liked skinny. Guys liked flawless skin. Guys didn't like chubby, nor did they like bad skin! I would've slapped myself then and there if I could've without looking like a phsyco. It was soon my turn to order so I ordered a simple sandwhich and coffee to go. Once I was handed my food I took them and made my way out. Passing the guy who was now sitting with girl, laughing. I hurried my pace when I passed them. I was glad to be outside, even if it was bitingly cold, atleast I wasn't as embarassed anyway.

Humiliation was often a weekly thing for me. I embarassed myself alot without meaning to, then I'd beat myself up about for a while and once I got over it I'd embarass myself again. I shook my head and continued back towards work, I'd eat on one of the benches outside.

I'll get working on the second chapter. Oh, if they're working at the WTC then maybe at the end of the story the bombings could happen and they all live but Jade's face get's deformed or scarred so it sort of teaches her a lesson? Feel free to tear the re-write to shreds.