Oh where oh where as Lenore gone? Oh where, oh where can she be?
Leonore was actually doing a business run for the J&J bar. Forrest trusted her enough to allow her to make the run, but he also knew it would be a safe one, well, mostly safe. She told him not to tell MichaelâŠworried that he would fret over her safety. Leo had made the run out of town, which took about a week of traveling and delivering. It was a box of moonshine and some other alcohol to a man named Brady, who ran his own bar. Half their money went to the J&J because it was their alcohol they were selling. Leo had shaped her to wear better clothes, ones that werenât soâŠripped. She bought herself a white poofy sleeved shirt, jeans and boots that were comfortable enough for travel. Her hair was still as golden as ever, though she liked it because Michael enjoyed it. When she delivered the packages, she only had one problem. It was hard to find it. Of course, she had to answer a lot of questions about who she was, and how long sheâs been working, but other than that, it went smoothly.
With the money she saved up from the work she did, she was able to buy Michael a gift. She wasnât sure if heâd like it, though she hoped he did. She found it at a small shop, filled with random different items and figurines. She bought Michaela bear carved out of wood; at the end was a black leather that hooked to the bear. He might not wear it, but at least heâd have it. At the back, her name was carved, along with his own. She had it wrapped in a red box, with a white ribbon. She could only hope he would like it. After the shop, her goal was to go on home. Home to Michael.
As soon as she made it to the station, she dropped off her clothes in the bedroom, slipped the box in her pocket and headed to the bar.
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âDamn it,â Wren called from the copy room as the machine continued its annoying, repetitive beeping. For weeks now, no months, there was always a problem with the copy machine. No matter what anyone did, the machine was a familiar to existence. The problems ranged from printing out random codes, pictures, flashing lights, but this time, the problem was that it wouldnât stop copying. No matter what button she pushed, it just wouldnât stop shooting out sheets of paper. Unplugging didnât even work, it was running on some sort of back up and it was beginning to annoy her to hell. She kicked the heel of her boot into the machine and groaned, dropping her paperwork to the ground. Two years and she still hadnât mastered the copy machine.
Papers of the schedule flew all about the copy room, sprawling across the floor and shelves, counters. This was going to annoy her way too much, she had to get out of the copy room before she went ballistic. Wren moved to her feet and stepped outside the room and closed the door behind her. She groaned, turned and slapped her hand into the door. âThis thing is bugging the hell out of me.â
One of the custodians walked passed her and chuckled lightly. âTrouble with the copier?â
âYes, can you fix it please?â
âI donât know how to fix the copier.â With that, he walked off.
((Miss me? As soon as Enna is an "A-Okay Go" Situation, I will post for her.