The Upper Office

[Mephistophelily]

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This is a place for my own thoughts, my own wandering mind. Others are welcome to wander in as they wish, but understand that I may at times take to being at my desk, at my couch... Simply lost in my own world with my journal.

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A girl needs a place to be alone with her thoughts.
And if you see me lost in them... It's best not to bother me. Sometimes my mind can be a bad place.

 

[Mister J]

Sometimes my mind can be a bad place.

*Smirks*

That sounds like a challenge.

*Glances around*

Cozy place ya got here.

 

[zydrate]

drops by and leaves a huge box for Lily


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[Mephistophelily]

*Smirks*

That sounds like a challenge.

*Glances around*

Cozy place ya got here.

..Somethin' like that....
*Pats next to her on the couch*
Care to crash?

drops by and leaves a huge box for Lily


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*Spots the box of pens*
Oooh, lots of colors.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Funny how the photographer showed up on the one day it was actually bright outside. I don't think I've actually seen the sun peek through those windows in 5 months. Rain, onset of winter; nothing but gray and too many clouds.

"And thaaat's why I like drinks. They brighten everything."
More words to myself than anything else as I settle into my couch, nestling in between the pillows as the glass settles onto the coffee table; a Tom Collins. Fake some sunshine.

The journal buried in the pillows is pulled out, a finger licked before flipping through pages before coming to rest, pulling a pen from the newly acquired box of them and biting the cap off.

Random thoughts, all day. So many of them, all over the place... some good, some bad, some I don't know what the are- just those random passing things that make me just stop and stare off into nowhere, and wonder what that was about once it finishes.

Gave me ideas.
Lots of 'em.

Some that were really... really.. not good to come up with in the middle of Walmart.

Pushing the pencap back on with another bite, the pen is slipped back into it's box, the book stuffed back under the puffy pillow before picking up my drink.

Just a basic little entry for now.
Nothing major...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Stares at her television playing random videos*

What the hell am I watching?
And why do I kinda like it, in a confused way?

 

[Mister J]

..Somethin' like that....
*Pats next to her on the couch*
Care to crash?

Anytime, tiger... anytime.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*hunches over her phone and grumbles*
Intend to catch up on things before bed....
Aaaaand wreck my router with the vacuum.


Yaaay.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*hunches over her phone and grumbles*
Intend to catch up on things before bed....
Aaaaand wreck my router with the vacuum.


Yaaay.

Ouch. They always say to make sure all the cords are out of the way before vacuuming...*chuckle* I must say I'm looking forward to your reply.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ouch. They always say to make sure all the cords are out of the way before vacuuming...*chuckle* I must say I'm looking forward to your reply.

It didn't EAT it...
I dunno what I did. Got mad at dumbass foozball trying to fight the Monster and chased him. Long story short... All my wireless setup met the floor, cat turned into Spiderman and I may need stitches on my thigh.

Don't fuck with Fuzzy.

 

[fr33ks33k]

It didn't EAT it...
I dunno what I did. Got mad at dumbass foozball trying to fight the Monster and chased him. Long story short... All my wireless setup met the floor, cat turned into Spiderman and I may need stitches on my thigh.

Don't fuck with Fuzzy.

Oh, I see....well I certainly hope you don't need stitches...Fuzzy may need to be declawed...*chuckle*

 

[Mephistophelily]

(Yes, I'm still posting from my phone.)

I slept poorly last night. Not because of bad dreams. These were dreams that... Conflicted my mind.

There was no face. No one at all. They say everyone in your dreams is someone you've seen even in passing... But this guy had no face at all. I know he was a guy.... Because of what he did.

He didn't say a word. He had a mouth, but no eyes, no nose. He smiled, a devious smile, that never left those thin lips. His hands held my hair, my head... He used my mouth as he smiled, forcing himself further to see what I could take. That smile never changed...

He stopped, pulled me beside him, his fingers wrenching into me as he kissed me, bit my lip. He wouldn't let go as the fingers twisted and curled, a laugh growled into my skin as I whined. I wanted to beg, but he wouldn't let go. A harder grip of those teeth, a taste of blood in my mouth.

His fingers left, replaced by him in a sharp deep thrust. No release of his bite, but a deeper snarl as he gripped his hands against mine. He made no other sound, just my own groans and cries against his lips sneaking through.

He finally let his teeth pull free, grinning as he laughed, a hand letting go to clutch my throat.
He wouldn't stop.
Harder... I couldn't breathe...
And I was laughing too.

...
I haven't had a dream like that in a long, long time.

*slides the notebook away and curls up on her couch*
I need a nap.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Sounds more like you need a cold shower...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Sounds more like you need a cold shower...

I need just half an hour alone...
*huffs a little and pouts*


Well, I may be able to fake a connection to get posts. Phone tap for net. It's just hard as hell to post via th....
Awww DAMMIT can't do that either, I killed all my USB ports.

Electronics hate me.

*wonders if that time alone may be wise after this realization*

 

[Mister J]

(Yes, I'm still posting from my phone.)

I slept poorly last night. Not because of bad dreams. These were dreams that... Conflicted my mind.

There was no face. No one at all. They say everyone in your dreams is someone you've seen even in passing... But this guy had no face at all. I know he was a guy.... Because of what he did.

He didn't say a word. He had a mouth, but no eyes, no nose. He smiled, a devious smile, that never left those thin lips. His hands held my hair, my head... He used my mouth as he smiled, forcing himself further to see what I could take. That smile never changed...

He stopped, pulled me beside him, his fingers wrenching into me as he kissed me, bit my lip. He wouldn't let go as the fingers twisted and curled, a laugh growled into my skin as I whined. I wanted to beg, but he wouldn't let go. A harder grip of those teeth, a taste of blood in my mouth.

His fingers left, replaced by him in a sharp deep thrust. No release of his bite, but a deeper snarl as he gripped his hands against mine. He made no other sound, just my own groans and cries against his lips sneaking through.

He finally let his teeth pull free, grinning as he laughed, a hand letting go to clutch my throat.
He wouldn't stop.
Harder... I couldn't breathe...
And I was laughing too.

...
I haven't had a dream like that in a long, long time.

*slides the notebook away and curls up on her couch*
I need a nap.

That sounds... terribly familiar. *smirk*

 

[Mephistophelily]

That sounds... terribly familiar. *smirk*

'S'at so?


*Kisses his cheek*
In case I don't see ya this weekend...
Merry Christmas, Puddin'.

 

[Mister J]

'S'at so?


*Kisses his cheek*
In case I don't see ya this weekend...
Merry Christmas, Puddin'.

It is, actually.

Unfortunately, I'll be out all day tomorrow. Family Christmas stuffs. Fun fun. I do plan on getting a post in for Pithos and Dimitri.

Thanks, tiger. Merry Christmas to you. Have a great one.

*rubs his cheek and then kisses her on the forehead softly*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Bruuugh...
*hides under her desk and keeps the blanket over her head*
Let's take the nephew up on pie!
Then accept ALL the uncles' offers on drinks!

Why's my family gotta be so big?!
*nestles head against a corner to nap in darkness*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*proudly returns to the office with shiny pink panties held over her head*
Miiiiiiiiiiiinnnne!

*drops onto the couch, still hugging them tight and giggling like a fool*

That was fun. Ripped 'em a little, buuut...
*holds them up to inspect them, then glances around leerily*
Must. Do. Again.
I want more.
And they'll all go.... THERE!


*points to the empty space on the wall over the couch*
Need a rack. Or something. Wait, I have a rack.
*pokes her own boob*

Display case. Yeah. One'a them.

 

[Mister J]

*watches her between stacks of papers from his chair behind the desk.*

What in the?...

*Raises his brow slightly and parts the two stacks of papers to get a better view*

I am ridiculously curious.

 

[Mephistophelily]

I stole Lady's panties.
*Grins again*

 

[Mister J]

I stole Lady's panties.
*Grins again*

*Shakes his head and smiles, sliding back down into the chair to continue his work*

That only works with the gals. No one wants a guy's underoos.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Shakes his head and smiles, sliding back down into the chair to continue his work*

That only works with the gals. No one wants a guy's underoos.

Nuhuh.
If there's Batman or Spiderman on them, I'd take 'em.
And wear 'em.
And only 'em.

*holds her prize up, contemplating*
Need a spot that can hold lotsofem....
Hmmm...

 

[Mister J]

Nuhuh.
If there's Batman or Spiderman on them, I'd take 'em.
And wear 'em.
And only 'em.

*holds her prize up, contemplating*
Need a spot that can hold lotsofem....
Hmmm...

Hrm... I don't own any Bats or Spidey knickers. Maybe I'll get a pair just for you.

*smirks as he watches her*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Hrm... I don't own any Bats or Spidey knickers. Maybe I'll get a pair just for you.

*smirks as he watches her*

... We both know those aren't the right character for you.
*grins and sets the pink aside*

So, what, you gettin' us ready for taxman over there?

*comes to peer over his shoulder, leaning down to peek at his papers*