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6 entered the factory
Had she been drugged up badly this time? Nicole didn’t know, she couldn’t process a lot as she stumbled down the street with her blouse wrapped around her a little tighter. She gave a small smile to a family that had passed her, though, she probably looked horrible covered in bruises. Biting into her cheek, she found herself walking through a gate and hoped that this kid could help her out. The young woman had no idea where her last client had brought her and now that she was far away from the greasy old man, she needed help. “Uhm…’scuse me?" She croaked and cleared her throat. He didn’t hear her and she frowned before reaching out and patting his shoulder, “Sir? Could you tell me where I am?"
{ ♚ } — He stared blankly at the young woman for a while before giving her a small smile. "The Wonka Chocolate Factory. I apologize, I didn't hear you enter," one of his hands shot out to shake hers. "Willy Wonka. Who are you, miss?!" Willy wasn't completely out of his bad mood, but a new face was certainly helping him get along. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen someone who wasn't a Bucket or an oompa loompa. "Do you...need directions?" The words were said carefully. That seemed to be what everyone came here for...directions. Any of the people who did stop by tended to be skeptics who didn't believe that Wonka had transformed back into an eighteen-year-old boy, children who were too young to carry a conversation, or his newfound fangirls. It was a shame, really.Â
He nodded and said, “Oompa Loompas. What are those?" He asked quite confused it wasn’t often when the boy didn’t know what something was. Yes, it is fascinating. I can now walk it in my sleep I believe. I often end up outside of it when I don’t even remember leaving my cottage." He nodded and said, “The object will be making it not melt. I’ll most likely have to live with my cottage being chilled for quite some time then after it’ll have to be put in a temperature regulated case. He walked in and the pattern was strange but it was nothing too unusual in his opinion. He looked around examining taking everything in.
{ ♚ } — "They're starting to teach children less and less in school," he mused. "Oompa loompas are small creatures from Loompaland. I brought them here with me to my factory because they were being treated so very terribly in their homeland. You see, oompa loompas love cocoa beans, so I said to the chief, 'Come live in my factory and work for me, I'll pay you cocoa beans,' and he agreed!" Willy stepped inside the room, closing the door. "It only takes a few moments," he said, gesturing towards the door that they had entered the room in. His door trick was something he used to scare people he didn't particularly like away, but he liked this boy. "You could always borrow one of my rooms if you want, I'm sure that it would make things easier for you, Tatterton." Willy looked down at his wrist as if to check a watch, but he wasn't wearing one. He opened the door that they had come in and pointed to a small door at the end hallway. "That's where we're headed. Some of my oompa loompas will be inside there."
stilinskitwin entered the factory
"What have I got myself into."She muttered to herself,"I guess I can stay a night.." Andrea had no clue where this chocolate factory was,but she just knew that when she got home,she was dead.
{ ♚ } — "You really shouldn't mumble, it's a nasty habit," he began walking down the hallway, hoping that she got the message to follow him. "Now, as I asked you before...do you have a preference in taste? A favorite flavor?"
vegasdoe entered the factory
"Yeah, s’pretty cool," she admitted, spinning in a slow circle so she could look at everything, “The whole place is incredible. I kept hearing about it, but I thought no one was allowed inside," she said, though there was a question in there somewhere as she looked back over her shoulder at the boy. “Anyway, shouldn’t you have people to do that sort of shit for you?" Realizing she’d gotten off track, she spun back around to face him and say, “M’trying to figure out how to get back to my hotel. Only— I sort of forget the name. But it’s really big," she hastened to add, “and tall. And has sort of, like, a roof like a castle. A bit." She glanced at him sheepishly, aware that her description completely sucked.
{ ♚ } — His smile grew wider at her words and he chuckled as he watched her spin around. "Thank you... Well, they weren't. But I have nothing to worry about as long as my inventions are safe," he shrugged. Charlie was there to help him and not even the oompa loompas were allowed in his inventing room, his candy was clearly safe and sound, but he wasn't going to tell a stranger all of that. "If you must know, the oompa loompa woman who usually does my paperwork—Doris—is out sick with a terrible cold. So, I have to do this all myself for the time being." He organized the papers into piles as she was speaking. "I haven't been out of the factory in quite some time. I could have Charlie help you, though...unless you'd like to stay here?" The latter would save Willy and his workers—including Charlie—much more time, and he hoped that she would understand.
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{ ♚ } — Willy pondered for a moment before looking into Andrea’s eyes. She was beautiful, and this was the closest that he had been with a woman in a long time. He ran a hand through his curls, smiling softly down at her. It couldn’t hurt… “Forgive me…"
And before she could reply he had connected his lips with hers.
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"Yes it is a rather odd last name I suppose but then again so is Wonka but I rather enjoy odd things." He admitted. Though he enjoyed living simple he had always love odd things from the time he was a child. The man sprouted a vast amount of odd words and he wanted to ask what each was because he was interested. “You don’t have any of those around here I suppose?" He said though. “My own house is a challenge to get to at first. Though it is not for me anymore. To get to my home you have to go through this large maze. I figured the maze out quite young but people often get lost in there. It is fascinating though." He nodded and said, “I usually make things out of wood and metal but it’s all very detailed it should be great to make something out of chocolate though. It’s going to be quite hard to keep this place down to a miniature version though." Everything was so grand. He walked beside him.
{ ♚ } — "Yes, that is true," he smiled once more. "As do I." He continued walking, whistling a song that he entitled 'Pure Imagination'. Per usual, Wonka would allow his guest to view the factory silently, as it was a lot to take in, after all. He was a bit surprised when the boy spoke again, but he didn't show it. "Oh, no. I couldn't allow those vicious things around my oompa loompas. They're natural enemies. And a maze? It sounds wonderful, and certainly fascinating enough! I'm sure you'll do great with chocolate, it is quite easy to work with...but maybe that's because I've been working with it for so long..." He trailed off once more, stopping at a large door at the end of the long hallway. "Ah! Here we are!" Willy opened the door, grinning. The pattern on the inside of the small room usually took people off guard, but he was sure that it was nothing the boy couldn't handle if he lived just outside of a large maze. "Step inside!"
6 entered the factory
{ ♚ } — "——" He sighed loudly, running a hand through his curls as he watched the people in the square near his factory. He had always longed to go out and explore more of the world, but with the candy sales being so high he couldn't leave the factory, and Charlie couldn't take care of things by himself, even if he did have the other members of the Bucket family to help him. He didn't know the language of the oompa loompas or how to calculate things correctly...the boy still had to be taught. At this rate, Willy was never going to be able to adventure again. The chocolatier was so engrossed in his sadness that for once he didn't hear the footsteps beside him.
stilinskitwin entered the factory
Andrea blinked a couple times,"Chocolate factory?" Great,she thought,I’m nowhere near Beacon Hills. “Uh,are you sure?I don’t want to be a bother…" She stared at him,"I don’t want to be in the way…I’ll just,uh, go find a motel."
{ ♚ } — "Yes, my dear girl, you're in the chocolate factory! You see, I am Willy Wonka, and this is my factory...the Wonka Chocolate Factory!" He smiled widely. "You're not a bother, you've helped me! Stay, I insist," he patted her shoulder gently. "I have more rooms than you can imagine, simply pick a flavor." Coming off as a bit scary never crossed Willy's mind, he was always doing things his way, rarely considering the outcome of his actions.
He watched how he shot out of his seat and it stunned the boy at first. He then said, “It’s my last name. We’re mostly Toy Makers but I’ve recently taken to building a lot of personalized doll houses of all different sorts. Judging by the size of this factory and what they want me to make it out of it shall be difficult but I always like a challenge since there aren’t many things I find challenging." He wasn’t gloating, he was simply stating the truth. “I’d love a tour. It’d help me capture the place in detail. I could make you one as well if you like. It may take awhile but I’m sure I could do it." He watched the boy place a top hat on his head and began following him.
{ ♚ } — "Oh!" Realization swept over Willy's features. "Forgive me, I thought you were speaking of a creature of some sort...I've come across many of them," He had thought of the oompa loompa known enemies. "You—we—don't resemble a snozzwanger or vermicious knid, so I have to admit, I was stumped for a moment. But as you can see, I'm a Wonka!" He simply smiled. "Toy makers!" he exclaimed, a bit surprised. Perhaps they were related somehow... Toy making wasn't far from candy making. Or maybe it was just a coincidence? "Challenges are quite fun," he nodded in agreement with himself and grinned at the boy. "I would love to see your work! Of course I won't rush you, rushing is only done by people with too much time on their hands, and we are both busy people, as you can see." Willy began walking towards the entrance of the factory, a specific room coming to mind. "I think we should start with the Chocolate Room, seeing as it's a personal favorite of mine."
6 entered the factory
"—You’re fine." She assured him, a small smile finding it’s way onto her lips. For a moment she could have sworn she was in the midst of a daydream; the girl even pinched herself a few times to see if she was awake. There was no recall of how she had wandered around and found her way into the factory, but she did. It wasn’t everyday that this happened to normal people. “I know who you are." Of course she did, everyone around the world knew who he was. “Thank you for the welcome, Mr. Wonka. I’m sorry if I disturbed you or anyone else." Katelyn apologized, running a finger through her ombre hair. There had to be some reason she had caught him off guard.
{ ♚ } — A relieved sigh left him as she assured him. "Wonderful! Do you need help finding something? Most people who wander in are looking for directions...sometimes other people," His gaze left hers, a dazed look on his face. After a seemingly long amount of time, an oompa loompa made his way over to Willy, tugging on his sleeve. Willy snapped out of his thoughts, smiling at Katelyn once again. "Oh, you're not disturbing us! I was just about to leave...possibly to get the oompa loompas some extra cocoa beans for their hard work," his voice lowered until he was whispering, as if it were a secret. It had slipped his mind that he had just told the oompa loompas the very same thing. "It seems as though we keep getting more and more visitors lately." He shot a look at his workers, unable to contain the giggles that were bubbling up inside him.
[alright you lovely people, i have to go. but i'll be back tomorrow to reply and write more starters and stuff. goodnight. :) x]
stilinskitwin entered the factory
Andrea watched him take the box,"You’re welcome?…A small one?"She raised an eyebrow,"I just need directions to,like a motel or something."
{ ♚ } — "Work." he stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "There's always things to be doing," It was both a blessing and a curse. Willy seemed to think of it as more of a blessing, though. "Ah! A motel! Well, you could do that...or you could stay here!" His eyes lit up, clearly thinking that his idea was better. "I have many extra bedrooms for f-family and friends," It was getting easier for him to mention family with the Buckets' help. "Would you prefer the Strawberry Bedroom or the Marshmallow Bedroom? Or perhaps the Chocolate Bedroom? Although I hope it doesn't get too overwhelming, seeing as you're in a chocolate factory."
6 entered the factory
"Wow." Katelyn exhaled, amazed by all of the marvelous decor and magic this place had. Of course she had viewed the films about Willy Wonka, but never thought she would ever run into an actual factory. The female jumped, slightly scared by the loud voice that was coming from behind her. She turned around, her petite frame now facing the other. “You scared me!" She mused, her hand covering her chest as if she had a mini heart attack. “My name’s Katelyn."Â
{ ♚ } — He smiled at the expression on Katelyn's face. Everyone who came to the factory always thought highly of it, and it made the chocolatier feel special, which he was. "I'm sorry that I scared you! I was just surprised to see another human being besides one of the Buckets in my factory," he was a bit worried about the way that she had covered her chest. Willy didn't get out much and despised television, so he wasn't up-to-date with certain gestures. "Welcome, Katelyn. I'm Willy Wonka!" He even said his name with pride, regardless of the fact that she had to know who he was, seeing as everyone always did.