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nextgenerationmarvel2016-03-19 11:20 am
pyroprincess) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2016-03-19 11:20 am
A Day In The Life of Stephanie (Marcelo)
Stephanie hadn't slept the last night, having spent the whole night finishing up both her papers for school and a policy draft for Shaw Industries, both of which had to be finished and sent off to the appropriate recipients by 8:30 am that morning. Stifling a yawn (it'd been three solid days without sleep and she was starting to feel tired), Stephanie went off to classes, picking up some fast food for breakfast along the way. Classes ran from 9:30 am to 4:30 pm, including one of the many surprise tests that she was fond of giving. The one half-hour stretch she had consisted of delicately balancing shoving the nearest food at hand into her face and engaging in a frantic phone call with Shaw Industries personnel about yet another crisis.
She was also very nearly caught texting in class. But intead of sexting her boyfriend like half of the other students, she was arranging for food deliveries to the shelter.
Immediately after class was finished, she had to rush over to Bistro Provencal to run a job interview for a sous chef there and shortly thereafter, to La Navarra to have a dinner meeting with city officials regarding her plans for expanding the facilities of the 8th street shelter. Soon after that, she was at Shaw Industries, filing paperwork and making sure that nothing else hideously corrupt or evil had in fact transpired that day. Tuesdays and Thursdays were better days for the Shaw Industries work- she only had morning classes on those days and could put more effort into her primary business holdings.
Shaw Industries work more or less done by 3 am, at which time she finally got home, having to find the list of 24-hour food delivery places because she was desperately underfed. By the time she'd eaten, she realized that she had to be up and about for another day in only four more hours and that there'd be no immediate respite until the next weekend.
Marcelo wasn't home- probably on patrol. And Sancho for his part seemed almost hesitant to come near her, as if frightened she was simply going to disappear again.
There was a desperately sad little meow from her furry baby.
That was when Stephanie broke and began sobbing into the substandard Thai food she'd ordered.
I can't do this anymore. I can't. I don't know how I'm going to do this.
She was also very nearly caught texting in class. But intead of sexting her boyfriend like half of the other students, she was arranging for food deliveries to the shelter.
Immediately after class was finished, she had to rush over to Bistro Provencal to run a job interview for a sous chef there and shortly thereafter, to La Navarra to have a dinner meeting with city officials regarding her plans for expanding the facilities of the 8th street shelter. Soon after that, she was at Shaw Industries, filing paperwork and making sure that nothing else hideously corrupt or evil had in fact transpired that day. Tuesdays and Thursdays were better days for the Shaw Industries work- she only had morning classes on those days and could put more effort into her primary business holdings.
Shaw Industries work more or less done by 3 am, at which time she finally got home, having to find the list of 24-hour food delivery places because she was desperately underfed. By the time she'd eaten, she realized that she had to be up and about for another day in only four more hours and that there'd be no immediate respite until the next weekend.
Marcelo wasn't home- probably on patrol. And Sancho for his part seemed almost hesitant to come near her, as if frightened she was simply going to disappear again.
There was a desperately sad little meow from her furry baby.
That was when Stephanie broke and began sobbing into the substandard Thai food she'd ordered.
I can't do this anymore. I can't. I don't know how I'm going to do this.
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Sancho for his part immediately burrowed right into the blanket and started softly purring, ready to snuggle and relax and sleep himself.
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He kissed her forehead before going back out into the penthouse to clean up. Sancho was there to protect her. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere with that big cat there.
When he had cleaned up the wall-splatter, picked up the broken pieces of glass and plate, left a note for the maid about re-cleaning the wall, sending a message to their personal chef about making Stephanie's favorites for the next day, and hidden Stephanie's phone, computer, tablets, and other means of communications, it was finally time to crawl into bed. Which he did.
Then he scooted all the way over to Stephanie's side to hold her while she slept. He watched the rise and fall of her rhythmic breathing until he, too, fell asleep.