<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lemon Lime's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179498.msg8615612#msg8615612">Quote from: Lemon Lime on 22-07-2013, 05:07:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i1364.photobucket.com/albums/r740/Lemon__Lime/fd52a781-c3dc-471e-8335-29f5519cc120_zps6f9a9080.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Corina <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel - near Time Square <br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Liam<br/><hr/><br/>To say Corina's day had been long would have been the understatement of the year. She had been stuck in the city all weekend going to meetings about new ways to recycle battery waste. Yes, she was excited about it since she had helped develop the formula and worked directly with the chemists and engineers with it. She had a science background mostly in biology and when a company was interested in buying the process she was sent to discuss it. Of course all they wanted to talk about and all they could understand was cost and the phrase "cost effective" was thrown around more times than she could bare. She spoke to multiple groups that all had the same glossy eyed look when she was finished talking. <br/><br/>It was hard to not stick to the science and she tried to use small words but apparently that didn't quite work. Most of them seem quite pleased and she had already received multiple e-mails and text messages congratulating her from her own company that even the EPA was interested in meeting with her. After an early business dinner she was headed back to he hotel, it was still early and she still had some energy left, so she went for a swim. Hitting a few laps in the nice but somewhat small hotel pool really was her version of relaxing after a busy day. <br/><br/>After she felt she had sufficiently gotten a good work out and her shoulder was only a little sore she got out, toweled herself off and headed back to her room in her blue bathing suit, flip flops and swim cap and goggles in hand. On her way back she tried to avoid others but was soon stopped by a woman who seemed to also being a guest, getting a cup of coffee in one of the main areas. The woman grabbed Corina's hand and they both just stared at the TV, hearing the horrific news. Her mouth opened ever so slightly as things set in. Her body went numb and for a moment she felt like she couldn't move as realization set in. She shook her head as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.<br/><br/>Corina moved quickly moved to the elevator pressing the up button. The damn machine couldn't come soon enough. A few people walked off not knowing the news yet and she shoved her way on, pressing the button for the 11th floor. She should gather her things... or just what was necessary. Her presentation, the EPA, her career it didn't matter. Nothing did. She just had to do... something. As soon as the elevator dinged for her floor she ran off it and down the hall, not paying attention even in the slightest. Which caused her to damn near tackle the maintenance man working outside her room. They both hit the ground and she scrambled up apologizing.<br/>"I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you... I'm so sorry. I'm so..."<br/>A few more tears traveled down her face that she quickly wiped away. She helped him up and just looked at him for a moment. The world was ending and she was terrified. <br/>"I'm... so sorry I need to get to my room and get ready for whatever is going to happen..."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://us.cdn003.fansshare.com/photos/samworthington/sam-worthington-gossip-2021051127.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Jeager<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A hotel near Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Corina<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The day had started off pretty well for Liam Jeager. The blue collar born electrician from Brooklyn was working up in fancy pants downtown Manhattan for once<del>   </del>rather than the usual places in good old Brooklyn. The company he worked for was profiting from the poor state of the current economy, which drove many of their larger competitors out of business, causing many of their clients to switch over to them. As such Liam was doing some extra work shifts, working extra hours for some extra cash. He didn't mind, since he needed the money more than most others probably did.<br/><br/>His younger sister, Jenny, had been diagnosed with cancer and was going through chemotherapy. Seeing as she was a working class girl, her insurance<del>   </del>and his, for that matter<del>   </del>didn't cover the costs for the treatment. Being the kind of man and brother that he was, Liam insisted she moved in with him, so he could care for her while she was going through the therapy, and started paying for said treatment. Naturally, she protested, but her older brother could be quite the hard-ass, she knew from experience, so her resistance did not last long.<br/><br/><strong>"Seems like there's some kind of event going on outside, huh?"</strong>his coworker, the pudgy Jim Walkins, commented with a gruff voice as they worked on the wiring in a wall up on the eleventh floor of a hotel that hired them to fix some things and do maintenance. Jim was in his late fifties and fit the "rough looking on the outside, big softy on the inside" stereotype perfectly. Liam had been working with the man since he had been an apprentice and Jim had been a good mentor and friend ever since.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah. Must be one of those fancy parties or somethin',"</strong>Liam replied without even looking up from the wiring he was working on. The glass and walls of the hotel were too thick to let the noise from outside trickle in properly, so neither of them had any clue as to what was truly happening. If they did, they would've surely gathered up their tools, which lay here and there at their feet, next to their individual tool boxes, and gotten the hell out of there and back to Brooklyn.<br/><br/><strong>"There we go!"</strong>Liam exclaimed with a smile as he finished up on the wiring, the hallway lights flickering for a brief moment before resuming their unending quest to expel light on those traveling below. The younger man turned to his partner and was about to say he was going to move on to the next section, but was suddenly knocked over by someone from behind, making him fall down onto his knees and hands.<br/><br/><strong>"Ow..."</strong>Turning his head, his eyes fell on a pretty redhead with a rather panicked expression on her delicate face. She stammered an apology and swiftly helped him up.<strong>"I'm alright... But I think the question should be: are <em>you</em> alright?"</strong><br/><br/>Liam raised an eyebrow, and Jim was probably doing something similar a few feet away, when the lady mentioned something about getting ready for what was going to happen.<strong>"I'm sorry, but are you alright? Did something happen?"</strong>