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 Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 6:52 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: Mon Jul 17, 2006 7:56 pm
Flame found the paper in her mail box, she was on her way to work so when she first found it she just put it away and went off to work. She spent her spare time at a festivle, or she was working, or she was home doing some other chore. Chores in fact was the entire reason she found it agian. She was sorting though her mail, recycling what she didn't need when she came across the peice of paper. She frowned and looked over it. She was tempted to just recycle it and then shrugged, she might as well check it out. She didn't feel like going back to the festivle anyway.
So the chores were done and she managed to slip off for a little walk. Flame gave a sigh as she closed her emerald eyes and leaned back to let the sun kiss her dark skin. She was an odd creature but that was common in gaia. A fairy neko wasn't really all that uncommon and she enjoyed who she was. She opened her eyes and pushed her emo frames up her short nose. She wore simple clothes over her slim body. Just t-shirt and jeans, she found they were simpliest for her needs. She didn't need to look pretty, she even pulled her bright red hair back out of the way so it stay out of her face. Victor, her roommate and ex-boyfreind, once said she could be a model, since they broke up she fought harder to not look like a model.
She glanced at the address and then up at the building, yep this was the right place. She looked over the building and then entered looking around. She was a bit werided out but she was pretty sure she be okay. She did after all have claws and was stronger then the average human thanks to her cat muscles. She wondered where she was as she looked around inside.
"Um, hello?" she called out, "Is anyone here?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:06 pm
The room was quite empty but not really. It was a large room with a classic look and pale blue walls. At the center of the back wall there was a counter that had the name of the company engraved, Past Legacies Corp. A young woman and man stood behind the counter, heads bowed as they conversed in low voices.
A dark skinned man in uniform stood in front of what appeared to be the only other door. He had noticed the woman immediately. Waiting for the young man with chestnut hair to notice he stood at attention. When it became apparent that the other man was preoccupied, Micah cleared his throat.
"Sir."
Immediately the chestnut haired man looked up at Micah and turned quickly towards the entrance way and shot the woman there a dazzling smile.
"Welcome to Past Legacies Corporation."
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:25 pm
Flame blinked once but the smile made a shy one flash in return as she looked around. She glanced the security gaurd but for some reason that made her feel a bit safer. This place looked really professional and nice even if she had no idea why she was here. Oh well no awnsered questions that weren't asked.
"Hello" she said to the man that greated her. She glanced him over once and decied he looked pretty harmless, harmless enough to ease her worries. Her smile grew a bit, and she became more confident.
"What is Past Legacies Corporation?" she asked point blank as she showed him the paper. "Also I found this in my mail a bit ago and I was wondering why it was sent to me and...well what it is really. It has a number on it and some words that don't make sense"
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:33 pm
"We are a bank and I am Prosper Reed." Then the young man gave a glance at the piece of parchment paper, "And that is an Account tag. It is merely a message to inform you that it is now time for you to open your safety deposit box. The information on that tag is necessary for you to know in order to open your safety deposity box."
He stopped and then looked at her calmly.
"Have I answered all your questions m'am or is there more?" He asked calmy, bordering on the edge of being polite and being a smart-a** but careful to not step over the line to the rude side.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:44 pm
"Well it's nice to meet you Prosper Reed" Flame awnsered in a voice that was borderline between poliet and sarcastic, she could walk that line too but not step over to being rude. She returned tic for tac as her smile faded away.
"Actually I do have one more. I don't have a safety deposit box. Not here, not anywhere" she told him, "I have littlevaluables and they are kept at my house. And I know I couldn't of gotten this though my family"
Oh no, her family gave nothing to her. There was no purpose in it, after all she cut ties with them along time ago. She didn't even know where they were which was fine with her. Her real family was her children.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:51 pm
The young man withheld a groan. She was going to be difficult.
"I know that you or none of your immediate family have set this Account up. All the Accounts here are centuries old and the creators of them are deceased and the one's that are new will not be opened for another few centuries. In short, this Account was created by your ancestor."
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks, Prosper waited for what he had said to sink in. He then walked back around to the counter.
"Are you ready to access your Account miss?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:03 pm
She listened carefully, her ears flicked once. Centuries old? She kept her face calm but she was very confused inside and partly excited. Ancestor? A real ancestor? Or just another connection to her adoption family? It would be amazing if she could finally get some awnsers on her real family.
"Yes" she said after a long moment, just acting completely serious as her hands slipped into her pockets and she looked over the man. What ever this place was it had certainly caught her attention but what would be waiting for her in a centuries old account.
And why was the key named Thatch?
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:09 pm
"Then if you could please hand the tag over to this young woman over here. She will be presenting you with the Key to your Account."
Veronica Cash, a pretty blonde with large framed glasses that screamed nerd smiled at Flame. She gave a small smile and added, "Look over it carefully. You will need to know it's contents to open your safety deposit box."
The girl then accepted the tag and quickly began to bring up the Key. A few minutes later a metal box was in the palm of her hand. It was very small with the word 'Thatch' scratched on to the top of it.
She presented the box to Flame, lid open and facing the young draconic woman.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 10:17 pm
Flame glanced over to Veronica and gave a small smile that was polite but not kind. She glanced at the tab and tried to memorie the number she hoped it would actually stick. She wasn't all that great at remembering numbers. She remembered words pretty well but numbers she had real problem with.
She then handed the paper to the woman who brought out a box. She noticed the word thatch showed up again and was confused. Why would anyone want to name a key?
And what an odd key it was too. She picked it up and then felt the soft red feather. She pulled it back and looked at it and then over to Reed.
"What is this for?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 1:22 pm
Prosper clenched and unclenched his hands as he tried to avoid rolling his eyes. Really! He had just told her that it was a key.
"That is the Key to your safety deposit box." He waited and then added, "You stick it into something that is locked which holds something and turn it to unlock it... m'am."
He was being pert, he knew, but the young woman was being obvious. He waited for the follow up retort.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 1:46 pm
"I meant" Flame clairfied, "why does a key need a name, I apologie for wording my last question wrong" she said simply, a stiffness in her voice as she glanced down at the key.
It certainly was an odd thing, looked more like a feather for an arrow then it did a key. She wondered what kind of bird donated it's feather to this. Such an odd end to a feather too. That part looked like metal but that seemed like a real feather, at least to her.
"Where is my safety deposit box?" she finally asked, wanting to get this whole thing over with. Then she could just take the item and go. She had to find out why this was being given to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 4:03 pm
"Please follow me."
Prosper made his way towards the vault room and gave her a very short and aburpt explaination that she would have the room until she was finished. That the alarm would go off if there was a single mistake made with the inputting of Account information for the safety deposit box retrieval.
He waited until the young woman stood in the middle of the room before walking out with a comment about how the door would be unlocked and open at three knocks from her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 4:35 pm
Flame followed Reed down the hall way, luckily it was a simple but his whole talk about the alarm made her worried, aw crap she was already having problems remembering the numbers, since she was on the spot and everything. she was horrible at comming up with things on the spot.
She let out a small sigh but nodded about all the information as she stood in the center of the room but she had to ask before he left.
"If I get the information wrong" she started, "Will I'll be arrested or anything?" That would be way anoying considering all she did was follow a peice of paper, she wasn't trying to collect some prize.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 5:29 pm
"Yes." Was the only response the manager provided before walking out the door.
Prosper didn't have much else to say. He wondered what kind of Owner she would be for her Account. Perhaps he should have been worried, but he knew that this was the right time as he glanced down at his silver pocket watch.
Slipping his hands into his pockets casually, he went over to the counter to gather the necessary papers and journal to finish up the paperwork once the Owner was ready.
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