I'll take a rain check. Again. (Ling, Clopin, Open) Feb 21, 2015 19:29:25 GMT -5
Post by Nani Pelekai on Feb 21, 2015 19:29:25 GMT -5
"Aloha, everyone! I'd like to make a toast to Mr. Jameson for his exceptional efforts in making this business a viable one," she said this with a smile that was simply too broad for her face, "because, hey, let's face it; without him I wouldn't be here to embarrass myself." Most everyone laughed, especially her boss, which relieved her greatly. She continued to express her gratitude as she made it known just how happy she was to be promoted and decided to thank the staff individually. Keoni, Mr. Jameson's son, noticed Pleakley and couldn't help himself to simply admiring
Nani snapped right back to reality as Mr. Jameson joyously announced that her ability to spread the spirit of aloha hospitality to others was exceptionally infectious; she only laughed and hugged David with a fondness so great it was evident that the two were quite close. Within seconds, however, her mood changed into that of suspicion as she noted Jumba's sudden dissapearance. "David, mind taking care of things? I don't see Jumba anywhere." She explained with a look of worry on her face. "That can't be good." She had David do her the favor of entertaining the others while she was gone. She told him it'd only take a few minutes. Little did she realize, it'd take her more than the aformentioned time to return for she'd go through the process of revisiting 15th century Paris. Jumba swore he'd never test Skip's time-manipulating abilities, but it could not be helped. He was a bloody scientist, after all.
He'd have to retrieve 'Bigger Girl' once more and suffer the consquences.
"Jumba, you are so grounded!" she screeched in a tone most vile, and others close by could not help but turn their heads to witness the culpable source. It took her seconds to note just how familiar everything seemed and couldn't repress the shock that threatened to pour out of her countenance as she turned around slowly to take it all in. She hadn't set foot here in years and yet it felt like a dream. Just as she was about to look for a familiar face, any one at all, she was yanked back by a guard or two. Her modern way of dressing was viewed as indecent and was pressed by the people to be taken into custody. She was arrested for obscenity, which was quite understandable.
"Give me a break," she complained, hanging her head. The disgusted guards checked her for any weapons and then tossed her over to the cell like dirty laundry. "I have to get out of here. Mr. Jameson's going to have a fit and guess who's gonna be target practice?" the woman nearly wracked her brains out just thinking of an escape, unaware that she wouldn't be alone for much longer and would reunite with a pair of familiar faces.