Pn 109-63100-10 Driver As I expected in April (Mad Men) - Part 1

main characters, and base each of the parts of the story in one of them, associating them with tarot cards. (The letters I chose were The Temperance, The Emperor, El Sol, La Luna, El Loco and The Trial). "It should show both sides of the arcane (positive and negative). -The fic must be based on a common search. (In this case, the pursuit of happiness) -The format should be jumping in time, ie a section on past and present to each other in character. As the opening chapters of Lost. ;) "In the present all the characters must find in the same situation. xD Well, you see, to est & aacute, difficult? And if you're vacationing in a country that is not yours even more. Yet here is the first part of my attempt that was super long:


Alchemy. Disorder, conflict, bad combination, fights. Possibility of sinking. Disorders. Working in harmony with others, ability policy. Something is being prepared. Great talent and creativity. Fighting for transcendence through work.


never thought Peggy &; Iacute; to talk in church. Perhaps it had been brought in that way.
Had been a man, Peggy would have been a priest. But he was born a woman, so I was over in advertising. If I happened to think about it, both works are practically the same, at least for her. Perhaps it was that had so well with the parish priest, or what made him so well understand the backgrounds behind the eyes of all men. She could read souls, and that was something that not all advertisers know. She knew to sell an idea like a preacher, driving the crowd into the Red Sea, build roads and crush opponents.the father would have seen through it throughout the mass. The priests would learn from those things.
- Oh, Peggy! "He smiled fondly as he turned toward ella.-I missed you today. -Yes muttered blushing. Few things could do it now, but always the fear of confession, since the first time for almost twenty years, could that effect on her, a grown woman in love with a married man, Madison Creative Avenue, yet it was still very different from that Ninine more pigs than people, love the Lord, who had communed by prflowed to the concerns, meetings, kisses and burning. The promises are shared, the desperation of their bodies, the connection they had had from the first moment, the relationship that had somehow blossomed, sick, wrong, but always there, always absorbed ; Ndola. And the suffering, knowing that he never dejaríaa his wife, who had been involved in that inadvertently had not been able to avoid falling like a fool at his feet. Although I knew it was wrong, but I knew I could never be them. His rage against the world, rage against El, his rage against himself because he knew that that was self-destroyed and it would be difficult to pick up the pieces. I do not think able to do so, father .- It was little more than a whisper and yet echoed in his head with huge quantities. Maybe it was the first time the thought crossed finish everything on his head, perhaps because he had come in spurts without having even tried. The priest shook his head. Looking at her like a little girl, knowing he was about to mourn. When she did not cry. When she never cried. And yet it was all & iacute, to his mind slipped quickly accurate. All eyes in the office ignored, shunned every word, every gesture of fading with the wind, and suddenly she was not one to notice. And I knew he was destroying. But that was for her, what had always been for her. It conocíaa itself. And he knew what was best. I knew what she must have done at first. The Peggy's past came back with even more force to his own way, and through the years what was lost, all the whispers behind the door, all faiths inupwards. The days had turned into months. And the birds in decline in accounts. And the love notes in reports. Picaresque encounters in the office early morning had disappeared soon be supplanted by the cold sex of convenience. The passion in your chest, chills when he touched it, blushing as she watched him, everything had been covered with a good layer of makeup and a politically correct answer depending on the occasion. now had been covered with the most impenetrable armor had been disguised as illusion was broken and forward with a single target. Room & iacute; at Sterling & Cooper into thinking that llegaríaa never be anything more than a secretary, but the world had made him believe something very different and divine providence had settled on it to give a gift. A gift she was not going to waste. In his mind, he wanted to live forever. I wanted to be remembered and admired. She who never had girlfriends, the descendant of Irish emigrants, that of a Catholic neighborhood, which all had teased at school, I had never had a boyfriend, nor had to aspire to be something else that was not the mockery of a society that had engclear, except one thing. She wanted to be immortal.
And that put their best efforts. Starting to be indispensable. He started spending sleepless nights thinking, squeezing the brain, making beads, making lists, running errands. Imagining, expanding. I always had the full report, which had the best ideas about how to advertise Beatrix Bijoux rings, or chocolates La Rochelle. The attending calls, customers only conquered his voice and drew promises of heaven to a company that soon began to appreciate.
Yet. It was not enough. Although it gave the bestit every second, keeping his mind clouded, concentrating at work, ignoring past lovers, potential suitors and any aspect of life that was not promoted. It was not enough. For the simple fact that she was a woman.
had been born man was a priest and Peggy often thought that his fate was in store would have something better to be born male. A presence that is taken seriously, starting there.

llegaríaa never be anyone other than this girl who had come with a paper bag lunch at the desk outside the office to meet the personal calls of Don. Never leaveif it was a direct result of an arrogance disguised or if it had converted to enter this competitive world, who had trampled and up again. Do not know if natural selection would be something that suddenly, with their most basic instincts taught him how to follow, how to keep climbing, the strategy to reach the top.

Perhaps it had been from the start that he realized that the only way to achieve their objectives was to give anyone who could help her.

And so had landed there. Divorced from any kind of emotion thatStyx. Because she had changed and suddenly nothing mattered. Because she wanted to achieve immortality. I wanted to make a change. And in his mind the ends justified the means. And although still cry at night so that he could not be, at least had the consolation of what would be. Forever.

Adaptation. Patience. Moderation. Composure. Reflection. Patience uniting two opposites, combining thoroughly. The union of opposites refined by the fire of the will.

is the beginning of the end. That everyone is safe. Peggy knew aboutnews that Sterling & Cooper would have a drastic change in personal thanks to the huge sale that had served only a few hours. It was only technical language to say that all were now redundant. secretaries stopped working, employers simply closed their eyes for a second, because they had been working first. The whispers and murmurs were heard in the halls. And the booming voice of Mr. Cooper soon became public. Tears began
begin to fall each others faces. The hands are brought to the mouth, in a cry of despair in aor look fondly those early days when he was so intimidating Joanne. Never have been good, not too much. But still, when she crosses the hall and get a wink of his hand, but is so shattered by this as she knows that is a friend. And that is probably the only friend he has ever had.
is the worst of the darkness begins to sift over them and their world is over, he suddenly realizes what he has and all he had and even more difficult to leave. He realizes what he has in the time before losing it, and feels in her chest while her heels clack shrunk and her skirtscot or lift her skirt a little and so I was grateful to his head. If the matter was to leverage itself to the fullest, Joanne council had followed to perfection.
And that, more than any body or bumps feat has brought back to the top of the chain of command of Sterling & Cooper. More than a goofy secretary showing her breasts in the office copier in exchange for a good morreos, has become the top creative control, secret lover Roger Sterling, that shows your ideas and suggestions while delivering a exchange for the promise constant always be more than a woman ignored in a world of hombres.
But even from the beginning has been used to the idea. A small part of herself, one that has the voice of the priest of his church, can not but secretly tell each morning upon waking and every night before bed than it is doing is wrong. All those months, years perhaps had been doing that has done wrong. Still, she shakes her head, if that is the price of being successful, she wants to make it worse.

had touched the door the first time with questions. Now it does so only with respect, because I still can not get used, much as had happened allto inside. As much as I had worked there to earn his salary and his job, but everything now seems to be left adrift. Wait for an answer a couple of seconds, after having received no, no turns a deaf ear and pouts. And so, with that nose and ears cut raised air opens the door to the office of Roger Sterling.

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- Is it true? Roger Sterling

open your eyes and look for a second with raised eyebrow. Sighs slowly while removing the foot of the desktop and stays there in silence, as if waiting for the next onslaught of his mistress has been in recent months.
olo. In his decades of years married has learned to recognize and avoid it, and yet not know how to react to that.

She bites her lip.

"Yes, dear. -Whispers. And know that you are about to witness something unprecedented. Peggy Olson is crying. Again.
Because she had not come to mourn from that moment of weakness in the church. And now you know that everything that has happened since that time has been wasted. Because he knows that his world is falling apart and no amount of overtime that can do, or work for which split the veins to get all those hours those days. Days lost.Days withered.

And then something is rotten inside. Something is broken again. Because I have lost everything and has nothing to hold on. Because your heart happy girl romantic thought that work would be enough, and now they no longer had it, was useless. It was useless to stop the fall. Stop the pain. And it was impossible to remain unmoved.

never would have allowed itself to mourn in front of a man. The fighting Peggy not, at least. But volvíaa be it, at least for a few seconds, and tears flowed at length. Asking forgivenessaacute; s an illusion that a person, and now the real girl who cries frightened, and says that he does not know how to continue.

He does not know, but for him it is not a problem. Feel compassion, feel sad, feel ashamed of being in the presence of someone so pure and have not discovered earlier. But most of all feel regret.

has slumped in that seat before him, unable to look up or say anything. Her crying is silent. Does not babble at all, and your tears are clear. Still known to be absent and need someone to take her back home. LeVanta one hand, a hand that suddenly looks too old and lands on his head in a gesture of love, a symbol almost paternal, and she looks at him with pity. He sonríey aid to stop because she needs you for the first time and guidance through the door as a pastor to a flock, as always must have been.

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Roger has led to the building's entrance, which is now vacant vacíoy. Sad. Nostalgic. He had thought it out of there, once and for all will know from his eyes determined. He needed to leave the company too soon. Not many people like to be roDead bodies.

Yet there have been. With shared a bottle of whiskey. All which it is impossible to leave without giving a proper goodbye. They are the only ones left, the only ones after so many hours they want to prolong the life of that company that has given everything to the last minute. And are there in silence. Observed faces. Lovers, haters, crazy and unexpected. Wondering what to do now, wondering what will do. Wondering why fate plays that way with them, and why exactamenerle's eyes, pretending that nothing had happened, without being seen, without ever want. And now his heart is awake again, and her tears are dry on his cheeks, he remembers everything and feels everything and wants everything. And for the first time you see it. There

plunged, staring. With those blue eyes, a labyrinth into oblivion. Sitting on the edge of an attack from those she knew well. And something in his heart because he knows he shrugs his fault.

should not be and never should be. He is a married man. She has left him. And yet they are there, l