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Post by NANCY FISHER on Sept 8, 2012 19:18:15 GMT -4
---------Nancy had only ever moved twice in her life. The first time was when she was still only four years old. Her parents were moving from a tiny appartment to a proper home which was still in Portsmouth. The second was when she and her father moved to Sangvene. Her mother wanted them gone, out of her lives forever. She hated that woman. Maybe it was the war that made her to hateful, or maybe it was just her arrogant pride in her race that did not allow her to remain loyal to her merely human husband and halfbreed daughter. Like magic her father recieved a job offer and here they were. Nancy missed Virginia.
---------Her father was already gone off to a meeting with the warden to learn more about his new job and duties and she was left to find her way to her new room. The halls would have been dull if it were not for the plethera of paintings and artwork, most of which were by some people named Henry and Eve Stark. The surname was familiar but she could not pin where from. As she mused over this, Nancy found herself wandering into a pleasant room with couches, vending machines, and a few assorted things to entertain. In short, it looked like a loungue, and on one of the couching sat a man, sorting through some very important looking files on the coffee table before him. The first thing Nancy thought upon seeing him was, 'Oh gosh, he's freak'n hot!'
---------Nancy quietly set down her rather heavy bags and stood for a moment shifting awkwardly before speaking up. "Uh... d' ya'll know where I can find room..." she glanced down at the note her father wrote up for her, "Twen'y-four?" she asked, her accent coming through in her speech.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 8, 2012 19:35:11 GMT -4
---------David hated paperwork and it was one of the never ending fundamental parts of his work. From mission reports to patrol reports and taxes, they were inevitable in his field. Once again he was reading the poorly written reports of the other guards on what happened on their patrols. Being one of the longest employed guards at Sangvene, a lot of the sub-administrative drudgery fell to his plate when he was not on duty. It was all the same. This guard broke up a fight between were-wolf and a shapeshifter. That guard broke up a fight between an elemental and a shizen hogo, the later of which seemed to pick fights a lot. And most of the rest saw and did nothing but walk around the parameter.
---------He noticed the girl before she even reached the room, but did not bother to stop his work for her. The sooner it was done the sooner he could get on with other tasks. When she spoke, he did not look up, but answered her question anyway. "Back down that hall, turn to the second door on the left, and go up the stairs two flights to the third floor. The apartment doors are numbered so you should not have too much trouble finding it." He closed a file and moved on to the next.
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Post by NANCY FISHER on Sept 8, 2012 19:53:17 GMT -4
---------When he spoke Nancy became officially certain of her new crush. He had the most beautiful British accent and was way hotter than anyone at her old school in Portsmouth. Sure he was an older man, but never the less she still found him very very attractive. Who knew he father could have such a good-looking co-worker.
---------His answer was straight and to the point, leaving her a touch disappointed. She was hoping for even a bit of conversation. She glanced down the hall and then turned back towards the lounge. "I'm Nancy, by th' way. Nancy Fisher. I'm the daughter of one of th' new guards an' this is ma first day." She smiled warmly, hoping he would be a bit more talkative.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 8, 2012 20:02:13 GMT -4
---------David finished another report and moved on to the next. Only four more to go. "Yes, I know," he said casually. Nancy Fisher, yet another teenage daughter of a Sangvene employee. At the very least he hoped she could provide some friendship for the wild Stella so that she would stop bothering the guards every chance she got. Mr. Stark was probably thinking something along the same lines when he agreed to let Fisher bring his fifteen-year-old daughter.
---------Stella needed friends, as did every young girl, and in Sangvene as a human who did not get along well with her brother, she had few options. He knew of her little escapades into the campground and also knew that having another human girl her age to spend time with would do her much better than wandering out into such dangerous areas as to which her father would forbid if he ever found out.
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Post by NANCY FISHER on Sept 8, 2012 23:21:05 GMT -4
---------"How'd y'all figure that out, then?" she asked eagerly. Not wasting a moment, she was over to the couch on the other side of the coffee table in an instant and leaning forward with her hands folded. She wanted to talk to him more, even if it was just to get a closer look at his face and hear more of his beautiful voice.
---------Not really waiting for a reply she continued on. "Oh! An' yua Bridish if I'm not mistaken. I'm from Virginia, Portsmouth t' be more precise. What ah you doin' in Sangvene?" This was something Nancy was truly curious about. She knew that the inmates came from all around the world, but the staff tended to be more local, or so she had imagined.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 9, 2012 18:57:59 GMT -4
---------David sighed heavily as she seemed to not be leaving. He was tired. His head hurt. He had a pile of reports that could have been written by gradeschoolers to look through. Conversation was not on his agenda. He knew that this girl was craving his attention. In many ways she reminded him of Stella except less sassy and more talkative. Rather than blasting music down the halls and talking back to the guards, this girl wanted to genuinely get to know them. In most cases he would oblige with embellished small talk, topics of no importance decorated to seem deep and profound so that the other participant would go away feeling as if they really had a good chat while not actually learning anything about anything that mattered.
---------She wanted to know what he was doing at Sangvene? People had been asking him that question since he first came. Undercover mission for the SIS? He was not about to tell that to the fifteen year old chatty daughter of a guard. "Working," he said, not moving his eyes from the file he was reading. Someone thought they saw a shapeshifter but it turned out to be an actual squirrel. Idiots. Boring.
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Post by NANCY FISHER on Sept 9, 2012 20:39:06 GMT -4
---------His answer, once again, was brief, to the point, and full of irritation. Nancy pouted a bit at the lack of talkativeness but at the same time thought it made him really cool. She was about speak when she suddenly realized his words and the implications behind them. He was working. It was obvious now that she saw it and she was clearly being a burden to him. That was the last thing she wanted.
---------"Oh! Well, I am so sorry. I didn' mean to interrupt yua job. I can see yua mighty busy. It ain't fitting for a girl to bother a gentleman while he's workin'." She rose to her feet and began walking our the door, picking up her bags on the way. "Thanks for the help, sir. I'll be on ma way, then."
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 10, 2012 0:44:31 GMT -4
---------Her slow realization of the rather unsubtle implications of his words, made David question the files he read on her. She was supposed to be brilliant, a few steps away from the realm of genius, but his first impression of her was a dense, overly talkative, teenage girl. However, first impressions did tend to be wrong on many, if not most, occasions.
---------As she walked away, he glanced briefly up from his papers before returning his eyes to his slowly shrinking pile of work. "The tips of your wings are showing, Miss Fisher," he said casually as if he knew she had them all along. "Please try to keep them under your clothing or you might be shot as an intruder." He gave no threat, warning, or worry in his words, merely a matter-of-fact statement of information.
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Post by NANCY FISHER on Sept 10, 2012 0:58:44 GMT -4
---------Nancy stopped dead in her tracks. Her face paled at the mention of her wings and grew two shades whiter at the thought of being actually shot on account of them. Not told off. Not bullied. Not even imprisoned. Actually killed. Thoughts of getting her wings amputated came back to mind, but were quickly over-ridden by worries of the moment. He spoke as if he knew all along. Who exactly was he? Not just some pretty-faced British guard, that was certain.
---------She carefully kept her voice steady and controlled, it coming out just a touch quieter, slower, and more forced than normal. "Thankyou kindly, sir." There was no true gratitude in her voice, it was more caution. Still not turning around, she reached back and tugged her shirt down just a touch as well as pulling her wings up to adjust until she could get to her room. For a moment she was silent, forcing herself to breath, until finally she spun around.
---------"How d'you know about me? Huh? Did ya red ma file? Is thadit? You didn't look like the administrative type to me." She could not stop herself, she pointed at him almost accusatory. "Now you don't go blabbering off to the other about some half-fey lady wanderin' around the 'partments. Ya hear? I have it in my right mind to... to..." she suddenly stopped. She didn't know what she would do if he told anyone about her. She was just a weak, magicless, fifteen-year-old daughter of a new guard. She had no political power, no great sums of money, and no physical strength to back her words up with. She was just a girl; a girl with a pair of wings growing out of her almost human body.
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 29, 2012 15:20:09 GMT -4
---------David did not flinch or blink or show any sign of surprise at her outburst. She was quick tempered... no, that wasn't it. She was cautious and afraid. Her fear was understandable in a place like Sangvene. If anyone were to find out, she would he suspect as a spy and her father would no doubt be fired. David would not wish that upon anyone.
---------He held up a hand and smiled reassuringly, interrupting her jeremiad. "I won't tell anyone," he said. His attention turned back to his papers. Only three remained. "Now please hurry along to your room." He sighed, quite tired of his job. "I have work to do."
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Post by NANCY FISHER on Oct 16, 2012 20:37:52 GMT -4
---------For a moment Nancy simply stood there, dumbstruck at his lack of, well, fear, anger, hatred, and all other forms of rejection she often received. At last her senses came back to her and a slightly flush came over her cheeks. With a slight curtsy, she nodded. "Thankyou. Thankyou, kindly, sir," she said, smiling. She then turned and skipped down the hall to find her new room. David Chandler. Sangvene guard from Britain. He was definitely at the top of her Hottest Men on Earth list right now.
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