Felice Jolivet
Ahhh... Crapcrapcrapcrap.
Felice glanced at her watch as she hastened through the rain, and into the warm building. Shedding her raincoat while she jogged squeakily across the polished floors, the Vice Principle slid into the main office, waving cheerily at the office clerk as she rushed into her office. "Good morning Joe!" "Mornin' Felice." The clerk laughed, as the flustered girl disappeared into the smaller room. Damn, I need to hurry... She threw her wet jacket beside her desk, carefully retrieving the documents from her shoulder bag. That's what you get for staying up so late to do paperwork. Felice frowned, pulling off her boots, and haphazardly tugged on a pair of flats. It's not my fault he demands such a high level of excellence... She huffed as she pulled a comb quickly through her damp locks. You know, I don't think Riordan likes me. Felice glared at the tall, imposing wooden doors across the hall.
Really now. What gives you that impression..?
Sighing, she stood and set her face into it's usual expressionless facade. Grasping the papers firmly at her hip, she approached the doors, and knocked twice. No reply. "Sir. I have the paperwork you requested." her voice clipped, exacting, professional. Perfect. She waited, the room remaining silent before her. Frustrated, Felice jiggled the door handle, only to find it locked. Returning to the main office, Felice gave Joe a dirty look. The man threw up his hands, smiling; "Hey, don't get mad. I was going to tell you, but you ran off."
Irritated, she cut his chuckles short; "Just tell me where he went." The clerk sighed waving lazily towards the office entrance; "left a while ago, that direction." Felice could feel a headache coming on. Of course. It can never be easy with him, can it? "Yeah. Thanks Joe. You're always so helpful." She shut the door before she could catch his remark, stalking off down the hallway. Felice wrung her damp hair in her hand unconsciously as she peered into each classroom. It was hard to miss the stoic, Icicle-King; all she had to do was come across the right classroom.
Ahhh... Crapcrapcrapcrap.
Felice glanced at her watch as she hastened through the rain, and into the warm building. Shedding her raincoat while she jogged squeakily across the polished floors, the Vice Principle slid into the main office, waving cheerily at the office clerk as she rushed into her office. "Good morning Joe!" "Mornin' Felice." The clerk laughed, as the flustered girl disappeared into the smaller room. Damn, I need to hurry... She threw her wet jacket beside her desk, carefully retrieving the documents from her shoulder bag. That's what you get for staying up so late to do paperwork. Felice frowned, pulling off her boots, and haphazardly tugged on a pair of flats. It's not my fault he demands such a high level of excellence... She huffed as she pulled a comb quickly through her damp locks. You know, I don't think Riordan likes me. Felice glared at the tall, imposing wooden doors across the hall.
Really now. What gives you that impression..?
Sighing, she stood and set her face into it's usual expressionless facade. Grasping the papers firmly at her hip, she approached the doors, and knocked twice. No reply. "Sir. I have the paperwork you requested." her voice clipped, exacting, professional. Perfect. She waited, the room remaining silent before her. Frustrated, Felice jiggled the door handle, only to find it locked. Returning to the main office, Felice gave Joe a dirty look. The man threw up his hands, smiling; "Hey, don't get mad. I was going to tell you, but you ran off."
Irritated, she cut his chuckles short; "Just tell me where he went." The clerk sighed waving lazily towards the office entrance; "left a while ago, that direction." Felice could feel a headache coming on. Of course. It can never be easy with him, can it? "Yeah. Thanks Joe. You're always so helpful." She shut the door before she could catch his remark, stalking off down the hallway. Felice wrung her damp hair in her hand unconsciously as she peered into each classroom. It was hard to miss the stoic, Icicle-King; all she had to do was come across the right classroom.