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Post by millie on Sept 11, 2009 19:19:25 GMT -5
 We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
Millie found herself out and about with one of the reporters, helping him by taking pictures he needs. 'Course, this specific reporter was a bit eccentric in his ways, and perhaps a bit paranoid. Yet, he sometimes was onto something, so the company kept him around and today, sadly, it was her time to 'babysit' him. Hans was leading the way as his large nerdy glasses rested upon his nose and his navy hued denim jacket rested upon his shoulders. "Yes, there has to be something going on around here. Kids are always looking for new ways to get ahead," he seemed to talk to himself. Millie sighed heavily as she walked behind him slowly, he seemingly racing along and hiding behind walls like this was some sort of covert operation. "Hans so needs to lay off the spy shows," Millie muttered to herself with slight irritation. Either way, she followed him as her nearly boyishly short auburn locks bounce around her head and glistened in the sunlight. Pale white flesh held soft dots of freckles upon her cheeks and across her nose while her chocolate eyes watched Hans carefully. Black rings rested within her earlobes and a silver one rested on the top of her left ear. Licking her pink lips idly, she stopped in her tracks as she picked up her camera from around her neck and looked around through its lens. A tan denim jacket rested upon her shoulders while an orange muscle shirt rested beneath. The shirt hugged her hips where her blue jeans rested, doing the very same thing to her hips and her legs while orange air-walks rested upon her feet. Long black eyelashes batted slightly as she stared through the lens of her camera, snapping a few good scenery shots and even a few of students interacting with each other.
"Hey! Keep up!," Hans yelled back at Millie, causing her to jump and swear under her breath as she turned to stare at Hans, or rather his shoe disappearing behind the corner. "I swear, he does that again, I'm going to fuckin' punch him in the face, glasses or not," she grumbled to herself as she followed after him, letting her camera rest back against her chest. Working with Hans was always very annoying, he seemed to think everyone was out to get him besides those at work. 'Course, sometimes he even believes some of those people at work are out to get him. On those days, Millie and another co-worker seem to be the only ones Hans would dare to trust, lucky her. Rounding the corner, she noticed she had lost track of Hans and rolled her eyes, "Great, with my luck, he'll probably get run over by a bus trying to escape some invisible enemies," she sighed heavily as she continued on, her eyes darting about as she tried to look for where he could have disappeared off to. There seemed to be several people around, but Millie doubted if any of them would know where Hans had went since most of the people around seemed to be interested in other things. Be it the people they were with, the phone they were talking into, or even the game they were playing. "You'd think people going to college here would show some interest in the surrounding area, but clearly they can become smarter, but will always be stupid," she grumbled some more. Yes, Millie was aware she talked to herself a lot, but she'd been forced to walk behind Hans for several hours now as he tried to look for some random dirt he believed was buried in the school. Millie wouldn't disagree that some of the students did in fact have dirt on them, but whether or not they'd find it here, was another question.
word count; 635
tag; For any who wish to save Millie from me? xD
note(s); The Hans in this post does not represent me! I sadly don't wear glasses...nor am I randomly paranoid...-stares at the rabbit- And me believing you're trying to steal my ice cream does not count! No it does not...nuh huh! ...SHUT UP!
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