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B is for BITTER
Jan. 23rd, 2011 08:09 amWho: Addison M. Turner - Inception
List: Alphabet List
What: B is for BITTER
She never did care for a Forger. They always seemed so seedy or sleazy in one way or another. There had rarely been a Forger that she had liked. The one on her Father’s team had been a bit sleazy as well, but at least respectable. With his death there really weren’t too many around that she liked. Not that she had met them all yet or anything, but she was still convinced that they were all alike.
Sneaky, sleazy, backstabbing sons of bitches. That was the best way she could describe them. All of them. Or… at least one of them by the name of Benton. He had the face of a weasel and the ears of an elephant. How anyone could find him the least bit appealing was beyond her; but perhaps that was the magic of dream sharing. Looks didn’t mean a thing when you had the talent to change them at will.
He had the personality of a pile of shit, however. After a misunderstanding and some added comments about his ears she thought the issue was over.
She couldn’t believe her ears. When Henderson took her to the side to have a talk she thought he might have some new idea he wanted to incorporate with her structures, or possibly something new to add to a future maze. Maybe some praise for the last design they had just come out of. It had been a real piece of work and—
No, she really couldn’t believe her ears. Nor could the others on that pieced together team. There was shouting, a few accusing fingers pointed to here, to there, but in the end she was still asked to leave. And leave she did, gathering up her charts and blue prints, crushing a small cardboard diagram she had been working on, and in the last moment of frustration she set fire to a small scale model, leaving it on Benton’s desk while she walked out.
No one there could say she didn’t seem a bit BITTER. Not even her.
List: Alphabet List
What: B is for BITTER
She never did care for a Forger. They always seemed so seedy or sleazy in one way or another. There had rarely been a Forger that she had liked. The one on her Father’s team had been a bit sleazy as well, but at least respectable. With his death there really weren’t too many around that she liked. Not that she had met them all yet or anything, but she was still convinced that they were all alike.
Sneaky, sleazy, backstabbing sons of bitches. That was the best way she could describe them. All of them. Or… at least one of them by the name of Benton. He had the face of a weasel and the ears of an elephant. How anyone could find him the least bit appealing was beyond her; but perhaps that was the magic of dream sharing. Looks didn’t mean a thing when you had the talent to change them at will.
He had the personality of a pile of shit, however. After a misunderstanding and some added comments about his ears she thought the issue was over.
She couldn’t believe her ears. When Henderson took her to the side to have a talk she thought he might have some new idea he wanted to incorporate with her structures, or possibly something new to add to a future maze. Maybe some praise for the last design they had just come out of. It had been a real piece of work and—
No, she really couldn’t believe her ears. Nor could the others on that pieced together team. There was shouting, a few accusing fingers pointed to here, to there, but in the end she was still asked to leave. And leave she did, gathering up her charts and blue prints, crushing a small cardboard diagram she had been working on, and in the last moment of frustration she set fire to a small scale model, leaving it on Benton’s desk while she walked out.
No one there could say she didn’t seem a bit BITTER. Not even her.