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CHARACTER NAME: Lola P. McInnery.
CHARACTER'S DATE OF BIRTH, AGE: Thirty-two. December 15th.
SHORT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Hair pulled tightly back, and lip perpetually pinched, the best way to describe the outward appearance of Miss McInnery would be cold. Her work attire is modest, practical, and functional. Her smattering of mascara and moisturizer is modest, practical, and functional. Her social attire is modest, practical, and functional. Are we sensing a trend here? Because you should be.
PLAYED BY: Christine Taylor.
PERSONALITY: Lola, she was not a show girl. Not with a dress right down to there. Nor flowers in her hair. Before any further description is made about her, she would like to officially discourage any such association or implications.
Her life is ruled by schedules. She awakes at precisely five-twenty, she has left the house at exactly seven-ten to arrive at work, and she falls asleep having finished a glass of red wine and sudoku puzzle at ten-thirty without fail. There are no unexpected surprises, no unplanned adventures, and the most unusual thing to occur to Miss McInnery in the past eleven years would be her change from Pantene to Palmolive shampoo, to save on costs. And whilst some might bitterly complain at such a rut, organization and a color co-ordinated filing system is what the woman needs to keep her sane, it's what she thrives under; for although Lola could be (and often has been) accused of living out her days with the temperament of various persons' grandmothers, she is nothing but comfortable with her routines and likely demise accompanied by some form of cat.
A practical woman, the brunette whole-heartedly believes in the wasteful nature of extravagance, and saves at every opportunity - a habit that whilst making her the epitome of a wet blanket at any shopping venture, has only only increased her efficacy as a personal assistant. She hordes the staplers, she recycles paper, and she makes sure you “really need” that extra post-it. Her thrifty nature, however, not only exists in terms of material goods, but extends into all areas of her life; not that she'd particularly enjoy admitting to such a thing. She saves money, time, and energy where possible, and is a shameless abuser of various internet abbreviations, “re:”, “btw”, and “asap” are her best friends. Though the day you get a “lulz” from her is the day hell freezes over.
Taking pride in keeping her composure at all times, whilst Lola may be easily annoyed by the persistent tomfoolery and foolishness of her coworkers (and, indeed, much of the modern world), she's hardly the type to openly admonish a person's behavior or actions. Instead, she shamelessly uses office bureaucracy and legislation to show her disapproval; come in to work in something shorter than knee length? Find a copy of the Vance dress code on your desk within the hour. Pester her? Watch your chair disappear as it's “being serviced” for a week. Petty and emotionally repressed, it's very much her calling card.
HISTORY: Gregory McInnery was born into money. He was made to be born into money. Rebellion, alcohol, and paying freshman to do his homework were his bread and butter through his years of schooling, and no one was particularly surprised when he spent ten years waflling through college, only to come up with a fairly useless degree in Japanese. The fairly useless part of the educational certificate being, of course, that he didn't know a domo from an arigato. He just paid his current Japanese fling to do the work. And so it went, living the cliché of the rich kid slacker, he married a stripper in Vegas at the age of forty, divorced her at the age of forty-one, and managed (to his parents' perpetual dismay) to extract a child out of the affair.
That was Lola. Raised by her mother off of child support, alimony, and her mother's night job, it was safe to say that the pair, whilst by no means living from meal to meal, weren't exactly the wealthiest of families. Elizabeth Murdock-McInnery's spendthrift habits never exactly helping situations. From a young age, Lola was the voice of reason in their household, the girl seemingly born forty, the foil to her mother's perpetual mental state of eighteen. She was the one buying toilet paper, making sure they had enough to make rent, and by the age of fourteen, giving the woman a weekly allowance. Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest mother-daughter relationship, nor was the blonde ever hidden from the world of alcohol, sleaze and casual sex that her mother enjoyed; but it worked. She worked herself through school, father paying for college, studying at the University of Nevada in order to still live at home and keep an eye on her mother.
Perhaps the biggest change in her thirty-two years was the move from her mother's home to Seattle to pursue a career with the Vance company. It was, as they say, time, for Elizabeth to start looking after herself, and for Lola to have a life outside of searching her mother's room for pot stashes to throw away. Neither happened. The woman ended up married to some form of sugar daddy (a fact that still gives the girl a headache), and she rarely leaves the house past work and buying groceries.
CHARACTER'S DATE OF BIRTH, AGE: Thirty-two. December 15th.
SHORT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Hair pulled tightly back, and lip perpetually pinched, the best way to describe the outward appearance of Miss McInnery would be cold. Her work attire is modest, practical, and functional. Her smattering of mascara and moisturizer is modest, practical, and functional. Her social attire is modest, practical, and functional. Are we sensing a trend here? Because you should be.
PLAYED BY: Christine Taylor.
PERSONALITY: Lola, she was not a show girl. Not with a dress right down to there. Nor flowers in her hair. Before any further description is made about her, she would like to officially discourage any such association or implications.
Her life is ruled by schedules. She awakes at precisely five-twenty, she has left the house at exactly seven-ten to arrive at work, and she falls asleep having finished a glass of red wine and sudoku puzzle at ten-thirty without fail. There are no unexpected surprises, no unplanned adventures, and the most unusual thing to occur to Miss McInnery in the past eleven years would be her change from Pantene to Palmolive shampoo, to save on costs. And whilst some might bitterly complain at such a rut, organization and a color co-ordinated filing system is what the woman needs to keep her sane, it's what she thrives under; for although Lola could be (and often has been) accused of living out her days with the temperament of various persons' grandmothers, she is nothing but comfortable with her routines and likely demise accompanied by some form of cat.
A practical woman, the brunette whole-heartedly believes in the wasteful nature of extravagance, and saves at every opportunity - a habit that whilst making her the epitome of a wet blanket at any shopping venture, has only only increased her efficacy as a personal assistant. She hordes the staplers, she recycles paper, and she makes sure you “really need” that extra post-it. Her thrifty nature, however, not only exists in terms of material goods, but extends into all areas of her life; not that she'd particularly enjoy admitting to such a thing. She saves money, time, and energy where possible, and is a shameless abuser of various internet abbreviations, “re:”, “btw”, and “asap” are her best friends. Though the day you get a “lulz” from her is the day hell freezes over.
Taking pride in keeping her composure at all times, whilst Lola may be easily annoyed by the persistent tomfoolery and foolishness of her coworkers (and, indeed, much of the modern world), she's hardly the type to openly admonish a person's behavior or actions. Instead, she shamelessly uses office bureaucracy and legislation to show her disapproval; come in to work in something shorter than knee length? Find a copy of the Vance dress code on your desk within the hour. Pester her? Watch your chair disappear as it's “being serviced” for a week. Petty and emotionally repressed, it's very much her calling card.
HISTORY: Gregory McInnery was born into money. He was made to be born into money. Rebellion, alcohol, and paying freshman to do his homework were his bread and butter through his years of schooling, and no one was particularly surprised when he spent ten years waflling through college, only to come up with a fairly useless degree in Japanese. The fairly useless part of the educational certificate being, of course, that he didn't know a domo from an arigato. He just paid his current Japanese fling to do the work. And so it went, living the cliché of the rich kid slacker, he married a stripper in Vegas at the age of forty, divorced her at the age of forty-one, and managed (to his parents' perpetual dismay) to extract a child out of the affair.
That was Lola. Raised by her mother off of child support, alimony, and her mother's night job, it was safe to say that the pair, whilst by no means living from meal to meal, weren't exactly the wealthiest of families. Elizabeth Murdock-McInnery's spendthrift habits never exactly helping situations. From a young age, Lola was the voice of reason in their household, the girl seemingly born forty, the foil to her mother's perpetual mental state of eighteen. She was the one buying toilet paper, making sure they had enough to make rent, and by the age of fourteen, giving the woman a weekly allowance. Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest mother-daughter relationship, nor was the blonde ever hidden from the world of alcohol, sleaze and casual sex that her mother enjoyed; but it worked. She worked herself through school, father paying for college, studying at the University of Nevada in order to still live at home and keep an eye on her mother.
Perhaps the biggest change in her thirty-two years was the move from her mother's home to Seattle to pursue a career with the Vance company. It was, as they say, time, for Elizabeth to start looking after herself, and for Lola to have a life outside of searching her mother's room for pot stashes to throw away. Neither happened. The woman ended up married to some form of sugar daddy (a fact that still gives the girl a headache), and she rarely leaves the house past work and buying groceries.