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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:38 pm
Hey, I need an office too. I may as well have some sort of place where I can get away from you little slime-balls.
With love,
Mr. D
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:41 pm
Mr. D sat down at his desk, opening up a can of Diet Coke. "Ugh. How boring," he said, swiveling in his chair to watch the volleyball game outside.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:05 pm
Mr. D sat at his desk, sipping Diet Coke. He looked down at his stomach, "And I haven't drunk in decades!" he roared, looking down at his beer belly. "C'mon!" he said to Zeus. He rolled his eyes. Fat, fat, fatty, fat. He thought to himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 5:50 pm
Adonia walked in, her face pale and strained. "Where's Chiron?" she demanded.
Mr. D let out a massive yawn. "Huh? Chiron is a busy Assistant Camp Director, Andrea. You can't expect him to take time out of his busy schedule to see you."
Adonia glowered, not bothering to correct him. "Mr. D this is important!"
Mr. D's eyes hardened a touch. "I will not be spoken that way. Get out of my sight before I turn you into a dolphin."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:23 pm
Achilla knocked on the door to her father office, hoping he was there...
*Knock* Knock* Knock*
"Father? Can I talk to you for a second?" She called from the hall...
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:25 pm
"Mr. D is not here. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeep." Mr. D said, imitating a cool, feminine voice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:37 pm
Achilla snickered from outside the door, and maybe just a bit too loudly...
Gods, Achila, you have a big mouth... She thought to herself after she relaxed again.
"Father? Im pretty sure that your there..." She said again.
"That, or a you have a tape recorder that sounds strangely like you in a fake female voice..." Achilla added...
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:39 pm
Mr. D cleared his throat and opened the door. "How could you tell it was me? No one's ever been able to tell it was before. Except for long-term campers...and that took them a while..." he sighed. "Well, come in then."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:42 pm
Achilla Smiled, and came into her father office.
"Im your Daughter, Father. I havent been her for a long time, but I think I know my own father's voice... And his Tricks." She countered, smartly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:46 pm
Mr. D adopted a deep, heroic voice, "Behold the God of Theater."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:55 pm
Achilla smiled and gave a small golf clap...
Huh, that explains why I always loved to act... She thought to herself.
"So, Father," She said, sitting down on a couch that was sitting agenst the wall.
"Im pretty sure you of all people have heard that some of the campers have gone missing..." She said, trying not to scare away her father with the subject...
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:57 pm
"Yeah um... Ariana, Susan, Seamus, Leonardo, Jim and a few others," Mr. D said.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 3:02 pm
"Well, Some of the campers were thinking of maybe enhancing the Camp's boarders." Achilla said, looking around the slightly cluttered office.
"Like, when that boy, Percy Jackson was here and someone poisoned Thalia's Pine tree. Maybe we could have a border control or something?" She asked
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