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*pinned to the notice-board in the breakroom* [14 Jun 2006|12:42am]

[ mood | not-as-old-as-Will ]

I, Aidan McCloy, do solemnly swear to
be in McCormack's Bar on Saturday Night
from 7pm onwards.

I will be celebrating my being

Feel free to show up and help me
put yet another barman through college
using tips alone.

[29 Oct 2005|09:30am]

[ mood | PARTY! ]

*not even remotely drunk yet*

...I work with a shower of freaks and weirdos.

And a bit of...somebody...is lying in the middle of the floor. I'm neither checking nor enquiring.

*laughs, goes to check on drink supply*

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[24 Oct 2005|06:57pm]

[ mood | amused ]

*tries to stop Jeff from lightsabering a secretary in the boobs*

Sorry! >.<

Jeff, c'mon. Find Uncle Aidan! Where is he?

*tucks the lightsaber under his arm, holds both Jeff's hands, walks him in the direction of Aidan's office*

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PARTY!!! [17 Dec 2004|06:50pm]

[ mood | excited ]

So, Will, Noel, Aileen and Nick are all in The Room, for some weird reason. Probably coming up with a list of things Ciar and I can't get up and play tonight. O.o

Lys is in the ladies checking for cameras fixing her make-up.

I'm out here on my own, and there's no time like now for starting into the beers. Especially when I'm waiting on ALL the other people showing up.

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[12 Apr 2004|09:35am]

Coming out of Carlson's office, Matthew winced as he walked past the door that had "A. McCloy, Sports" stuck to it. The music being played in there was, quite frankly, awful. And loud.

Shaking his head, he kept walking and turned into the main part of the office and looked around. He thought he should have been allocated an office, since he was taking over the Metro Department, but then Carlson pointed out that he was the Metro Department, and holding meetings with himself was hardly going to take up that much room.

Putting his briefcase down by his desk, he noted where the break room was, and headed over to get some coffee.
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: : : Letter to Will Foster : : : [02 Feb 2004|09:23pm]

February 2, 2004

Dear Mr. Foster:

Thank you for your response to my inquiry about employment opportunities at The New York Journal. As you requested, I have enclosed some of my published articles for you to look at.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions you may have. I look forward to hearing from you.


Tawnie Sinclair
16399 Beach Blvd
Huntington Beach, CA 92648

[13 Jan 2004|04:02pm]

[ mood | anxious ]

Noah stands outside Marti's building only five minutes before someone leaves. Noah catches the door and slides inside the lobbey, making a sharp turn and taking the stairs two at a time.

He's done this a hundred times by now, so he knows when to turn down the hall. He counts off doos till he gets to the right apartment. He pauses for a long second, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"C'mon babe, open," he mutters under his breath.

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[05 Jan 2004|01:31pm]


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PARTY! [12 Dec 2003|07:41pm]

[ mood | excited ]

We have:

* a private room, lovingly decorated by Nick's overly festive little Minions.
* LOTS of wine and whiskey and vodka and beer on the table (and soda), because he owes me a thousand favors and I'm demanding them all tonight.
* MINCE PIES! and other Christmassy food to snack on, because the meal's not for another couple hours.

We don't have:

* non-Fosters.

Eh, well. They'll be here sooner or later...

*starts on the whiskey*

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[15 Oct 2003|12:36pm]

[ mood | up to no good ]

Ellie hums idly to herself as she takes a peice of paper from her printer and saunters over to the copier. She goes from humming to whistling as she places the paper in the copier, slams the top down and presses the tiny green button with a flourish of her hand.

She grins as the copier starts spitting out copies. A good five minutes later Ellie grabs the paper that has collected in the appropriate tray. She ambles back to her cubicle and attatches tape to the back of the copies of paper.

She emerges again after a minute and--full out singing to herself now--starts slapping the pictures up along the walls, the doors, the cubicle walls.

"I love the smell of mischeif in the morning," she giggles softly and continues on.


[14 Oct 2003|01:59pm]

*pins a notice up on the board*


Rangers are playing the Thrashers on Thursday Night, match starts at 7pm.

If you want to go, Come and talk to me, I'm booking a Shit-load of tickets, so a couple more won't hurt. I'm booking the tickets today around about 4.30, so say before then.

Even if you don't like Hockey (you FOOL) come along and watch Will wave a giant foam hand about! Either way, you're bound to be entertained!

Anyway, If you want to go, get in touch and tell me how many tickets you want.

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[12 Sep 2003|09:47am]

[ mood | nervous ]

Phone Call to Will FosterCollapse )

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