#zaratheassistant

[pachymentality-blog]

“Who did this?”

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip.

     Of course people would notice the black bruise around his blue eye. After all, he worked in park full of people. And, unfortunately, he couldn’t hide in the Pachy Arena forever. So when he crossed paths with Zara, naturally she’d ask what happened. 

     Kyle looked down at the woman and replied in a calm, even tone. “Good afternoon, Ms. Young. I just had an altercation last night. It’s nothing serious,” he replied, which wasn’t quite a lie. It was more of a half truth. Besides, he didn’t particularly like sharing things that happened in his personal life, outside the park. 

[harharhrrnhawrhrrn]

[Text]: It's literally two in the morning

[text] Yes. Excellent, you’ve discovered the clock function on your phone.[text] I figured you were awake. You’re usually awake.

[terminatetherogues-blog]

“Can we please stop arguing? We need to work together if we want to survive.” { hi!! }

“Wouldn’t call it arguing. We were debating the best way to proceed, and I am clearly right.”        // Hello there!

[harharhrrnhawrhrrn]

zaratheassistant

Malcolm opened the door to Yard House for Zara, “after you,” he said, putting a hand on the small of her back and following her. At the hostess desk he says, “Hi, uh, reservation for two under Malcolm.” They follow the hostess to a rounded booth near the back by the windows. It was far enough away from the crowd, but not completely secluded. The hostess handed them menus and opened up the wine menu in front of them.

When she left, Malcolm turned to Zara and smiled. “This is a nice place, I’ve never been here. Good choice.” He picked up the wine menu, holding it between them, “Do you like red or white wine? Or we could have champagne to celebrate not being eaten alive, harhrrn.”

[zaratheassistant]

[text]: …Maybe?

[text]: You can delete them if you are offended by them of course.

[harharhrrnhawrhrrn]

[text]: Offended?? No...I am several things right now. Offended definitely is not one of them.

[text]: No man in his right mind would be offended, even if they weren’t meant for me...maybe?

[educatingli-blog]

JURASSIC WORLD WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY

Starter for zaratheassistant

The chief was on the job. Today marked the beginning of his new career; officially that is, not counting the multitude of orientations and inductions he had to go through to finally be sitting at this desk. He had thought it would be a breeze, just like working in the Zoo back in Edinburgh.

Never before had he been more mistaken.

Li wasn’t just dealing with tours for small groups of visitors anymore. No, this was on a grander scale. Jurassic World was receiving millions of visitors per year since it had opened. Such a large intake of visitors meant every tour and guide needed to be running smoothly. Even though this was his first day on the job, Li was launched directly into the deep end and he was struggling to breathe.

“Shit...” He mumbled under his breath as he sifted through the various piles of documents that the board wanted him to fill out. He took a big gulp of coffee from the mug that was nestled lazily on another pile of paperwork. Carefully, he picked out the sheet he was looking for; a new specimen documentation. He had to contact genetics for information on the dinosaur in order to write up a tour description for it which in hindsight was a pain in the ass. Genetics didn’t have time for him or any of the other workers.

He forced himself out of his chair and stormed into the corridor; knocking on the door next to his. The office belonged to Zara, the new assistant to Claire Dearing. When the door was opened he hastily began speaking.

“H-Hey, sorry to bother you Zara but I’m stressed out of my mind. The board want’s me to write a guide for the new species - the Suchomimus - but I don’t have the contact details for the genetics lab. Can you lend a hand?”