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First: Beatrice Middle: E. Last: Hall

Address: 4243 Topher Lane Apt. #8

Phone: none as of yet

Sex: Female

Education level: 4-year college in the US

References: Listed on Application

Personal experience: Worked as management for booksellers company in New York. Was once a Director in a publishing house. Served as a translator in a government facility. Taught homeless children in South America.

Specialties: Knows several languages. Well read in history and Literature. A people person.

w.W.w

As Beatrice checked over her resume again, she realized two things. One, she was liar. And two, she was almost out of ink.

So, in conclusion, Beatrice E. Hall was a liar with low ink. Perhaps it was karma?

After all, the 'booksellers company' was actually a small bookstore in the Village. And she was actually head of all interns at the publishing house, not a director. And the only serving as a translator in a government facility she did was when she translated what the stamp machine said to an old Polish woman.

At least those had some truth to them. The last one was a complete lie. She had never been to South America, and she had never met homeless children.

Looking at the clock on her computer screen, Beatrice noticed it was close to two in the morning. She gave her resume one last meaningful stare, and finally gave in. Hitting the 'Print' button, she watched in apprehension as it stated to print.

Please, please let there be enough ink left. Please. Beatrice let out the breath she had been holding as two copies of her resume were printed. The little light on her printer started blinking as soon as the last page came out. It seems her little printer ran out of ink just after printing her resumes.

Mmm… Karma indeed.

w.W.w

Charlie and Willy had made quick work of fixing the licorice string, and had spent the rest of the day in the Testing room. They were testing the Air Light Cotton Candy.

And so, after eating the cotton candy, Willy, Charlie, and two oompa loompas, spent hours floating above the ground. They had become as light as air… er… as light as the molecules in the air that is.

Every draft of air sent them sailing through the air, only to collide with other things in the room: chairs, ceilings, walls, each other. Pretty soon, bruises and bumps were all over the four. Thankfully, the effects of the candy wore off soon after.

w.W.w

It was four hours later as Charlie limped out of the Testing room with Willy not far behind. Both were looking quite disheveled.

Charlie's sweater was twisted around and his shirttails were hanging out. One big red mark on his cheek indicated where he crashed into the wall—face first. And the always immaculately dressed Willy was looking even worse than Charlie. His top hat was flattened due to hitting the ceiling at a rather fast speed, his normally impeccable plush coat was rumpled, and one of the shoulder pads was pushed in. Willy's Price Valiant haircut was mussed up and his high bangs were askew.

All in all, it was a fun experiment and they got away with only some minor injuries. Of course, now they would have to put some type warning on the wrapper.

Charlie's stomach growled all of a sudden, causing the pair to stop. Bewildered, Willy looked around for the source of the noise. His violet eyes landed on Charlie.

Backing away from him as if he suddenly sprouted warts, Willy asked, "Are you alright? You're not sick are you? Cause if you are—"

"No, Mr. Wonka. That was my stomach you heard. I'm just hungry." Explained Charlie. "Come on. Let's go back to my house for lunch."

"Oh. Okay!" said a relieved Willy.

w.W.w

Mrs. Bucket was cooking while the grandparents were asleep when Willy and Charlie entered the house. Surprised at their sudden appearance, and at their disheveled look, she dropped the spoon she was holding and walked over to the two. "Oh my goodness! Charlie, what happened? Why, the two of you are a mess!"

Charlie gave her a sheepish smile. "Mum, we're fine. We were just trying out some stuff. Really."

Mrs. Bucket gave her son a suspicious look then. "Charlie, why are you home from school so early?"

This time Willy spoke up. "Actually, Charlie never went to school today. He was with me the entire day." He flashed Mrs. Bucket a dazzling white smile.

"What? Charlie, is this true?" asked Charlie's mother. When he wouldn't meet her eyes, she knew. She rounded on Willy then. "How could you take him away from his studies? Mr. Wonka, I understand that you need his help, but couldn't it wait until after school?"

Looking extremely guilty and uncomfortable, Willy responded. "Well… you see… I…. Heh. Oops."

Mrs. Bucket was speechless.

-Well, not quite.

"Oops. Oops! You are an adult! You should know these things already! I- you- ugh." Mrs. Bucket gave up and went back to cooking. Rather aggressively.

Feeling lowly and guilty, Willy wished he could make it up to Mrs. Bucket. But how? Should I make her a giant card out of her favorite candy? Or perhaps singing butterscotch daffodils? Unfortunately, every idea Willy thought of probably would have just made Mrs. Bucket even more upset.

Suddenly, Willy's overactive mind churned out an idea that would help settle the problem. He knew it would be risqué, but he would do it anyway. After all, it was for Charlie. And finding someone who wanted to work for him shouldn't be too hard.

w.W.w

Oh, but Willy was wrong. Finding someone to tutor Charlie was a very arduous task. He had put an ad in the newspaper and so far, only complete nut jobs had applied. Really, and people thought he was weird.

Shifting through the mountains of applications, Willy finally got out of his office. Not three steps later, he ran into an Oompa Loompa. He bent over and took the paper from the tiny hands. Thanking his by crossing his arms over his chest, he turned around and headed back to his office with a sigh.

Another resume. Oh joy. Looking at the paper he had in his hands, he decided to get it over with and just read it.

Hmmm… Beatrice Hall… college… taught children… people person. Smiling all of a sudden, Willy turned abruptly and ran into a stack of resumes. Picking himself up, he picked his out and called for an Oompa Loompa.

Minutes later, a little man in a blue jumpsuit appeared. "Hello. Can you contact this person and have her come tomorrow. I want to interview her for the job. Thank you." Explained Willy.

The little person nodded and headed off. Grinning, now that the task was done, Willy made his way to the Bucket house to tell them the good news.

Oh it was going to be great surprise!

Read? Good. Review please!

So, Willy actually gets more than a few lines this time! I hope I didn't screw it up. Anyway, I'm still working on my OC. You'll learn more about her as the story goes on.

To my darling Reviewers:

Mary aka FTCrodis: (Thank you! I was nervous about my Wonka) Vicangel: (Thanks! I like the whole 'fetch' thing) Priestess of Anubis: (Thank you! I'm glad you think my characters came out well) vampman: (Thank you so much for your review! I found it very helpful (detailing Beatrice) and it made me feel all fuzzy on the inside. Thanks!) Wicked Seraphina: (Thank you! I think it was the longest I gotten for this story! A mafia man corpse riddled with lead, huh? Nice one. Anyway, thanks for the awesome review!) PucktoFaerie: (Thank you! I hope I can continue to make it interesting) Anony-MOUSE: (Thanks! I found that part funny too.) angelofire: (thanks so much!) BloodRoses1619: (Thanks! I hope I can get his character right for the rest of the story. I loved the quote at the beginning.) Vampirehelsing: (Thank you so much!)