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 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 7:04 pm
- You find a parchment of paper. All it reads is an address and information to what appears to be a bank account. How do you, as the Owner, react? Find your way to the Past Legacies Corp. building. Interpert this in anyway you please. Note: This portion is to be ignored when the RP is transcribed into your Record. -
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 1:28 am
Sibuna didn't like modern transportation. Sibuna didn't like modern. If it were up to her, she'd be amish. She very nearly was.
The parchment paper was nervously rubbed between dark, slender fingers, the writing almost smeared away into an indistinguishable blur. It seemed as if she'd been repeating the motion for quite some time now, and that her hands were likely sweating. There were many things running through the woman's head now, though the most prominent seemed to be her purpose here.
For you see, this was not an unfamiliar situation for Sibuna, simply a new place and a much farther journey from her cozy little home by the woods.
They wanted to give her a child. The only time she had ever been summoned into the city was to receive a child.
An object that soon became a child, that was. She was beginning to think none of the children in this town were born from mothers, simply spawned of voodoo and technology and handed out by mysterious benefactors. This would be her third if she was right. If she let herself be tricked into it.
"Ohh Lord, please protect me from tha seed of tha unrighteous if'n I'm ta be gettin' another one..." Soft, almost mirror-gray eyes stared with the same wide-eyed fear at the building before her as they had five minutes ago. She'd actually been standing before 10809 for some time, murmuring mantras to herself while clutching that paper and her long skirt.
"An' please keep me safe from any'a tha cancers that'll be floatin' in this unholy place. Lord knows I make too little money as it is ta die now..." She would groan quietly at the thought, the faces of her current children flashing in her mind. Her poor children! They may have been spawned from devilish magic and science, but she did love them- was trying to reform them!
It looked normal. Like a bank. Sibuna knew better, though. There was some sort of devil magic going on within and she could practically feel hellfire licking at her ankles even as she considered entering. She was afraid of going in.
Luckily for whatever staff happened to be running the program, she was more afraid of them coming to her home and 'tainting' it. She didn't need her children sick with city diseases.
So with great reluctance, the diner waitress shuffled her way to what appeared to be the entrance. And after her hand was equipped with a handkerchief, the door was cracked open. "Hello, 's anyone here?" She was hoping no one was. She could go skittering home then.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:09 pm
Ethan wanted more staff. The longer he ran this place by himself the more he wanted to hire more staff. The problem was...he wasn't entirely sure where the gold would come from. People didn't make depsoits like in a regular bank. Ethan sighed though, he didn't know if he could hire a secruitary or even a security guard but...he really despised having to be the janitor too.
With a grumble that only the rich finding themselves in a poor person's job could grumble Ethan was mopping the floor. Growing up there were two maids, a butler and a house keeper. His parents would have been horrfied to find out he touched a mop. Needless to say the first time he found himself froced into doing this job he moped himself into a corner and was stuck for the longest thirty minutes of his life. He was a little smarter now, moping his way to the door where he would escape and reward himself with a nice soothing coffee and a good thick book.
Boy that sounded nice. No one should show up today, and he would come back and do some paper work, make sure the contrustion schedule was set up properly, then go home and start studing for his weekend casses. He was a little bit behind since he was running a bussiness during most of the week. Ethan would quit those classes too but his father would flip. Besides he really did enjoy the classes, he just was busy.
Needless to say Ethan was not perfectly happy when the handcloth carring woman in the plain clothes walked in. He straightened his bath and one mildy pudgy hand reached up to straighten his glasses as he peered though them to see the girl.
Oh s**t...he had an apointment too. And he was completely unprepared. How was he suppose to deal with people when he wasn't prepared!? The bank owner turned janitor paled deeply as he reached up to straighten his tie, hoping he didn't look as ridciolous as he felt.
Ethan let out a small cough, then plasted what had to be an obviously fake smile, it felt fake on his lips. He strode forward and bowed slightly before offering his damp hand, nervous sweat already breaking out on his brow.
"Hello Ma'am, I'm Ethan Reed, welcome to the Past Legacies corp. How may I help you?" he asked, in his most polite voice, the voice reserved for his father's bussiness associates and new professors. You know, people you had to impress or would be in serious trouble.
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