Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 10:53:54 GMT -5
Ronan had managed to have it in himself to leave someone else in charge of the forge for the moment. The son of Vulcan had something else to do. There was paperwork to be done for him and Josh, but with the way Josh had been lately, Ronan had felt it was best for him to take it upon himself to do all of the paperwork. It would take a few hours, but it wasn't too much to do. He found that sometimes the monotony of paperwork was just what he needed to de-stress his mind. Paperwork wasn't exactly thrilling work by any means but it was something to keep his mind off of other things. Taking the stuff from Josh's folder and his own, Ronan made two piles for paperwork. He'd sort through what he had taken from Josh's box and see what needed Josh's explicit signature and put those back before taking care of the rest of the paperwork. He was fairly organized though his office hardly looked like it. It was organized chaos as he liked to call it. The large Russian male flopped down on the chair on one side of the desk before he started to flip through the pages.
Good, Ronan thought, as he continued to flip through the pages to make sure he didn't miss anything. There were only about five pieces of paper that needed something expressly from Josh. So he would take care of the rest of it. Then the next sort of thing to go through was to sort out what sort of paperwork was going to go where once he had checked everything. Ronan stood up and put the five pages of paperwork back in Josh's box, making a mental note to tell Lilith that he would appreciate it if she would just start sending him all of the medical documents. Then he sat down on the chair and looked at the papers in his hands, a bunch of documents. Ronan stretched down and started to flip through one of the pages. Medical documents, that went in one pile, the next disciplinary forms, Order forms for new armour, training schedules, and leave forms.
Ronan clipped all of the other forms together before setting them in a pile on one of the shelves off to the side. He was going to start with the medical forms. Those were always some of the most amusing things to read. The first one was good, one of the little Mercury boys in his cohort had a bad case of splinters from teleporting halfway into a picnic table and was still in recovery. Ronan couldn't help but snort. That was really funny. Ronan scrawled his name on the bottom of the page where his signature was supposed to go. The next one was discharge papers from one of the Venus girls who had broken her nose, and another discharge paper from a Mars kid who had shattered his collarbone, shoulder and wrist from falling off the top of the armory building. He was going to make sure that this kid was going to therapy like he was supposed to. Ronan made a note on the training schedule that this particular kid was on the modified training schedule. By the time he was done on the medical forms, at least an hour and a half had passed. Some of the injuries were the most amusing. Others made him cover his face with his large hands, wondering what his cohort could possibly be thinking. Sometimes he wondered if the book on stupid was written about his legionnaires. Other times he wondered if they were writing the book. Impaled by a paint brush through the arm? Ronan blinked as he read that one. Was this for real? That had to be a joke. That was a new one that he would have to put on his wall.
Good, Ronan thought, as he continued to flip through the pages to make sure he didn't miss anything. There were only about five pieces of paper that needed something expressly from Josh. So he would take care of the rest of it. Then the next sort of thing to go through was to sort out what sort of paperwork was going to go where once he had checked everything. Ronan stood up and put the five pages of paperwork back in Josh's box, making a mental note to tell Lilith that he would appreciate it if she would just start sending him all of the medical documents. Then he sat down on the chair and looked at the papers in his hands, a bunch of documents. Ronan stretched down and started to flip through one of the pages. Medical documents, that went in one pile, the next disciplinary forms, Order forms for new armour, training schedules, and leave forms.
Ronan clipped all of the other forms together before setting them in a pile on one of the shelves off to the side. He was going to start with the medical forms. Those were always some of the most amusing things to read. The first one was good, one of the little Mercury boys in his cohort had a bad case of splinters from teleporting halfway into a picnic table and was still in recovery. Ronan couldn't help but snort. That was really funny. Ronan scrawled his name on the bottom of the page where his signature was supposed to go. The next one was discharge papers from one of the Venus girls who had broken her nose, and another discharge paper from a Mars kid who had shattered his collarbone, shoulder and wrist from falling off the top of the armory building. He was going to make sure that this kid was going to therapy like he was supposed to. Ronan made a note on the training schedule that this particular kid was on the modified training schedule. By the time he was done on the medical forms, at least an hour and a half had passed. Some of the injuries were the most amusing. Others made him cover his face with his large hands, wondering what his cohort could possibly be thinking. Sometimes he wondered if the book on stupid was written about his legionnaires. Other times he wondered if they were writing the book. Impaled by a paint brush through the arm? Ronan blinked as he read that one. Was this for real? That had to be a joke. That was a new one that he would have to put on his wall.