Sandle RP

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hollie

Pathologist
Okay, lets try again shall we? Here's the characters, I guess i'll start.

Hollie - Sara
Silhouette - Greg
toomuchovertime - Catherine
Hestia - Grissom
Ziggy - David
Sandersidle - Nick
Dutchie - Sofia

Sara walked into the breakroom and headed straight towards the coffee pot. It was supposed to be her day off, but she got called in, again. She had a feeling that this was going to be a long night.
 
Sofia walked around the corner and headed for the breakroom. When she saw Sara sitting there, for a moment she thought about just walking away, but she wasn't awake that long, and her mind was screaming for coffee. So she walked in and waited for Sara to finish with the coffee pot. "Hey." She said, hoping she could start a conversation.
 
"Hi" Sara said groggily, as she went to sit down. She then continued drinking her cofee, trying to get her brain to register her surroundings. She also couldn't help wondering why it was always her that was called in on her day off. Did they think she had no life? Well, she didn't really, but still, that didn't mean she didn't like to actually sleep once in awhile.
 
Greg walked in, "Hey..." he saw Sofia first and greeted her. Then he turned and saw Sara "Aren't you supposed to be on a day off?" he frowned.

[Sorry it's short... I'm very sleepy right now, my brain starts to shut down]
 
Sofia poured in some coffee for herself. "So, is the rest here yet, or are we early again?" She didn't know why she said 'we' and she didn't know why she tried to begin a conversation with Sara Sidle in the first place. That couldn't lead to anything, except an arguement.

(I'm out! :( If Sofia is badly needed, then do. If not...please don't.)
 
"What do you think." Sara said, giving Greg a mean look. She didn't mean for it to come out that .. rude .. but she was never in a good mood when she was tired.
 
Greg frowned, didn't expect her reply to be like that. He was just asking, after all.
Something is clearly bothering her. He opened his mouth to answer, but he really didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask what's wrong, his first reaction was to joke about how her 'death glare' was sharp enough to slice through the thick wall, but decided it was best not to, seeing the foul mood she was in.

Then something caught his attention, "Sofia... is that... my coffee??" The red flamming coffee pot confirmed he was right.
He stared in disbelief. Why everyone always drink his coffee without asking him first? And that was his last stash of Blue Hawaiian...

Feeling depressed, he got his favourite mug and started pouring himself his last Blue Hawaiian for the day... He took a gulp and.. "Wait..." he started to cough.
"This isn't my coffee... this is... poison."

No wonder Sara turned into a mutant.

[I'm going to sleep... sorry this one's bad, my brain is almost completely shut down... I can't even spell right! Oh well... Good night people... :)]
 
Cath's system was screaming for coffee, so she walked into the break room. She noticed Greggo coughing. "Drink the wrong coffee again?" She patted his shoulder and grabbed the Blue Hawaiian and went to make a pot.
 
"Any new cases today?" Cath asked, pouring herself a cup. "Try this on for size, Greggo. It's gotta be better then the lab's motor oil." She smiled. The stuff the lab considered coffee really was poison. She tossed her hair over her shoulder.
 
"Cath! That's my last supply of Blue Hawaiian!!" he groaned. First, someone used his precious red coffee pot to make that poison. Then Cath came and took his last stock. Now how was he going to go through the day without his precious coffee?? Cath left him with enough coffee for a cup. But, A cup. A cup won't get him through the rest of the day.

This is bad.

Or maybe he could sneak up later to buy Blue Hawaiian... Let's just hope the case wasn't gonna cost him overtime or he could barely survive.

Wait. There's gotta be an emergency stock somewhere... Greg started fumbling through the cupboard in the break room. If he remembered correctly, he stored one somewhere, just in case...

He felt Cath frowned at him, "Before you ask, no I put my porn somewhere else. I'm looking for coffee."

He found it, tucked behind... umm, other things. (the sight was too horrible to describe... Mental note: someone had to clean the break room cupboard... wait, isn't that... Grissom's tarantula??? Greg shuddered.)

"Yess!!" He was happy again. And he started making his coffee. He turned and grinned at Sara, "I know why you feel so low... --office coffee is depressing--, but worry no more, Princess, I come to the rescue."

He poured himself a cup and another cup for Sara. Despite the weird looks he got, he presented his masterpiece to the table in front of her, "Positivity coffee... to ease your foul mood away." He grinned.

[Wow, I made Greg sound like a coffee addict! :lol: But of course... he is :D]
 
Sofia rolled her eyes and smiled. She took a sip from her coffee, which really was poison. But since she wasn't gonna ask Greg for some of his, she drank her's with a...pretty serious face...though inside she was feeling like she'd just drank a cup of arsenic. She decided to answer Catherine.

"Not yet, and I haven't seen Grissom around. I wonder where he is."

She then looked at the cupboard, which was still opened. "What...is that? Do I even wanna know? It looks like my little brother's bedroom..."

(Can't be on anymore today! :( Have fun!)
 
"Thanks" Sara mumbled and then took a sip of her coffee. She was slightly embarassed by Greg's comment, it's not that she didn't like the flirting just .. Woah, this coffee is amazing she thought. "Wow, this is really good." Sara said, which caused her to smile at Greg.

[I cant post anymore today, and maybe not tomorrow. If Sara is needed PM me, if I don't respond someone can temporarily take her place. Thanks. :]]
 
Greg was beaming. "My pleasure."
He couldn't help but smirking stupidly. It always makes him happy if someone compliments his coffee, but this is Sara, which makes it even more special.

Wonderful what a cup of coffee could do... he thought as Sara smiled at him. He always loves her smile.

Sofia's comment took him back to Earth. He stared at the cup in Sofia's hand. "Are you really gonna drink that?"
He grabbed his coffee pot, and handed it over to her, "I'm willing to share, you know... Though there's a difference between sharing you coffee, and being robbed." He rolled his eyes at Cath, who didn't seem to notice.

"Where's Grissom anyway? Don't we have cases to solve? And there's a tarantula in there he needs to take care of." He took a sip of his coffee. "I wonder what kind of case I'm gonna get..."

[That's okay dutchie and hollie, I'll wait :) I'm just in my hyper mode... :lol:]
 
[Meanwhile, off in my own little world... is this okay? I've never RPd before. If I'm doing things horribly wrong, let me know :D]

David was not having a good evening at all.

Everything had started off so well! He and his fiancee had been enjoying a delicious meal, discussing plans for their upcoming wedding, when the ubiquitous pager on his hip started interrupting his good mood.

With an apology to his long-suffering fiancee, he'd trudged off to the latest crime scene in order to start his night a little earlier than he would have preferred.

He took one look at the body before him- mangled and bloody- and sighed. He glanced over to Vartann, who, despite years on the force, had a rather nauseated look on his face. "You'd better call in Sanders on this one. He might have some... " he considered his words carefully.. "Expertise.. needed in solving this one.. "

[Don't ask me why. I'll think on it. hee.]
 
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