Venomsayers *Human RP*

Martin Lott Venom
Martin sank down into his desk chair and flipped his laptop open. Time to go through his emails and delete all his spam. Annoying, the most boring part of the day, was always the first thing he had to do after his jog and grocery run. Clicking through his mail, delete delete delete. Ugh. Martin settled in his chair, Belle in his lap.

Violett Carlson
Violett's phone went off again. She blushed at his message. "Really?" Violett mused aloud. "Do you really think that, Mr. Holt?" Quincy's tail thumped against her chair. She looked at him, and he dashed to his bowl. With a chuckle, Violett stood and filled it. Something to do while she waited for Aiden to get home. After feeding Quincy, she went to her room and pulled out the novel she was reading. Settling herself in her bed, she opened to the page she was on and continued to read it.

Sebastian Michaelous Venom'
Sebastian looked down at his cat. The beautiful soft purr of the kittens of the small cat made him want to chuckle. He admired them, and with out a dought, he wanted to pick them up. Sadly, he knew it was in healthy for the kittens to be picked up, for they were only at least a few hours old just about. He looked up from the furry felines, and his gaze drifted off to the women who had ran inside the Shelter. She seemed worried, and she looked helpless for this 'Clip.' He was only a human being... He couldn't make the person at the desk give up the animal, so he sat and watched.

Reece Goodmire'
She walked down the sidewalk, angry. Her boyfriend had dumped her for another woman. "Uhg!" She screamed angrily. "I am so sick of these people!" She stopped and her face was red. A young man walked up to her. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.
"I'm fine!" She yelled.
"Are you sure, because you are making our customers a little uncomfortable?" He protested. Reece looked up and realized she had walked down by the Grocers store, and in this case it wasn't far from her house. Anger rose in her stomach. "I am making you uncomfortable! Why don't you go tell your 'customers' to kill themselves!" She yelled at the man. She huffed starring at him, and she noticed a weird expression cross the employee's face.
"Okay, sorry for the commotion..." He said. Reece looked confused.
"All of you go kill yourselves!" He yelled. She stood there dumbfounded. ' What...' She shook her head, walking home. This was the second time this happened to her. She shook her head once more and walked to her house. She grabbed the key under her door mat and entered, bending over and putting it back there. "Hi mom." She said, walking up stairs.

Martin Lott Venom
Martin saw an email that he wasn't sure what it was. He clicked it warily. If it was a virus, he would kill this dumb computer. Belle purred loudly, and Martin's hand strayed over to the cat. The email popped onto his screen suddenly, like a thief. More wordplay , and this was a pretty good description of how emails appeared. Like a thief. Martin chuckled at the words.

Violett Carlson
Violett was really into the novel. She had forgotten about waiting for Aiden to call. The novel was very, very engaging.

Mrs. Goodmire/Reece Goodmire
She sat at her desk and frowned. One click of a button and the message was sent. She played back in her chair. This was best for Reece. Reece cared for nothing but her mother since her dad had passed. But she knew what Reece was doing to other people. She frowned and clicked on her mouse. The message was sent.

Reece came back down stairs. "Hey mom. What are we having for dinner?" She asked with a pleasant smile, not looking at the computer. "What you doin?" She asked.

(I noticed that my last post made no sense since Sebastian is a venomsayer and Reece isn't. Sorry about that)

Martin Lott Venom
Martin deleted the email. More scam. Finally, his emails were reduced to those associated with his business: emotional therapy. People seemed to get soothed by his voice and by opening up. He ran through most of them and scribbled them onto his calendar. Right when he thought he was done... Beep. Another email? Probably scam. Martin clicked it. Not scam.
Mr. Lott,
Hello. This is Mrs. Goodmire. I need you to come see my daughter Reece as soon as you possibly can. I understand that you are a busy man, but it would be highly appreciated. Thank you.
Martin sighed and leaned back in his chair. He looked at his calendar. He had two hours open. He might as well go. He headed downstairs and pulled on his coat. "To Mrs. Goodmire's," he mumbled to himself, pretending to be a knight for a moment. he let the fantasy pass. He was getting too old for that nonsense.

Violett Carlson
Violett leaned off her propped up pillow. This was a very interesting and engaging part of the book. Plop! A black bundle of puppy fur jumped into her lap. "Quincy!" Violett said as sternly as she could. "Bad!" The puppy gave her a soulful look, then jumped down. He pawed the bed, then whined. "Okay, fine. Let's go out."

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Reece Goodmire Venom
Mrs. Goodmire chuckled. "Pasta?" She asked. "Sure ma!" Said Reece running back upstairs. Mrs. Goodmire opened her email.
Mr. Lott,
Truly sorry. I forgot my address in the message I have sent you. East Fair 3319. Thank you.
She sent this to him on both his phone and computer, hoping he was already leaving.

Reece turned the television on and sat on her bed. "Fullest House?" She asked herself, "Oh my look how old she is. I am so interested!" She turned on the show and smiled as the warm smell of pasta.

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Martin Lott Venom
Martin's phone bleeped at him. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was from Mrs. Goodmire. Hopping in his small car, he pulled out of his driveway. It wasn't far to get to the Goodmire's house. Upon arriving, he walked right up to the door and rapped softly.

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Sorry bout that, I meant Mrs. Goodmire!)

(I edited. It's okay. :D)

Mrs. Goodmire

She popped up admittedly and ran to the door. She looked through the peep hole and smiled to see Mr. Lott. She opened her door. "Please come in." She said, leading him to the left side of her stairs. She smiled and shut the door behind him. "Here, let me put your coat on the rack Mr. Lott. I insist." She said kindly.

Martin Lott Venom
With a chuckle, Martin handed her his jacket. "Please, call me Martin. Mr. Lott makes me feel old. I'm only seventeen." He looked around, taking in the cozy house. Somewhere a TV was on, the smell of pasta wafted from the kitchen. "Where's the client? A Miss Reece, if I remember correctly?" Martin smiled, expecting a younger girl, like most of his clients.

Mrs. Goodmire

"Oh, then Martin. Why you are so young. You are the same age as my daughter." She waved her eyebrows, being goofy as she always was. "Here, please come and sit down. Mind staying for supper?" She asked with a chuckle, walking into the kitchen. She poured the water from the noodles into the sink and put the noodles in the sauce. "Martin, Reece is upstairs watching TV I suppose. Reece!?" She called sweetly.

Reece Goodmire Venom
She paused the TV. She heard her mother and came down right away. "Yes ma?" She asked, but then saw a young man in the house. "Who is this?"

Mrs. Goodmire
"Sweety, this is Mr. Lott. Martin Lott."

Reece Goodmire Venom
Her face became red. "Isnt that the therapist?" She said nervously.

Mia Landiss venom
When they arrived at Clips kennel she bent don and stroked his damp fur. " come on bud lets go" she spoke softly to the dog. As they walked out a guy was being entertained by the seen so Mia shot him a glance and frowned.
Mia sat on her bed stroking Clip. The memories of Kyle flooded her head and she urged for them to leave so she began to read a book.

Aiden Holt
As Aiden piled into his driveway he pulled out his phone and dialed Violetts number. He walked inside and breathed heavily between rings. He flopped onto his couch waiting for her to pick up.

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Martin Lott Venom
Martin grinned, a bit taken aback by the fact Reece was his age. "I'm more than just a therapist, sugar." His phone bleeped again, and he withdrew it. Glancing at the notification, he slipped it back into his pocket, hitting the Silent button. He looked to Mrs. Goodmire. "Thank you for having me over for dinner, Mrs. Goodmire. It smells delicious." He lifted his hand to swipe the dirty blond hair out of his green eyes so he could see the house better. Cozy sure was the right word for the place.

Violett Carlson
Violett's phone rang out loudly. She was outside, Quincy on a leash, squatting to go about his business. She grabbed her phone and received the call. "Aiden?" She hadn't talked to him in such a long time! Text didn't really count- you didn't hear their voice. Violett's heart pounded fast, and her hands began to grow moist. She wiped her free hand, holding Quincy's leash, on her jeans. Then she and Quinc went back into the house.

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Aiden Holt
" oh hey Violett! Sorry I took such a long time to call you I had to stop by my parents place and drop of Diesel for awhile" Aiden Smiled as he thought of Violett. He fiddled with the pillows on his couch and turned on the tv to reveal the news of the day.