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Post by Katherine King on Feb 18, 2009 8:54:16 GMT -7
Kate King killed the engine on her white Land Rover Discovery. She was full of nerves, slowly reaching to unbuckle her seat belt. She let out a small sigh, staring out of the window. Her eyes rested on the building for a moment, and her gaze glanced over to the sign that proclaimed Miami Dade Police Department Crime Lab. She gulped. First day on the job. Better quit stalling. She opened the car door, grabbed her purse, and exiting the car, she closed the door behind her.
Kate slowly made her way across the parking lot and towards the entrance. She was feeling timid and unsure of herself. This was her first job out of college, and she did not know what to expect from it. Reaching the door, she pushed it open.
Standing there in the hall way, she paused to take in her surroundings. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, and watched as people buzzed around, talking, working, all too preoccupied to notice the new arrival standing frozen in the door way.
Heart in her throat, she took a step forward into the next chapter of her life. Feeling too self conscious to ask anyone where she could find her new boss, a man by the name of Horatio Caine, she instead decided to wander the halls with a some what awestruck expression on her face. With wide brown eyes, she silently fought with herself as she stalked the halls. Part of her wanted to go ask someone to help point her in the right direction, the other, seemingly more dominant part of her, was telling her she would look like a fool to do so and to just find him on her own. She heaved a sigh.
"Well this is just great." She mumbled angrily to herself. She glanced down at her cell phone, checking the time. It was getting close to when she is supposed to meet Mr. Caine. "Dammit." She gritted her teeth, and turned to the first person she saw.
Ignoring the timid awkward feeling in her gut, she spoke in a soft voice. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Horatio Caine?"
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RYAN WOLFE!™
Cop 
Expertise: Trace
"As his eyes were closed, his heart was open."
Posts: 376
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Post by RYAN WOLFE!™ on Oct 5, 2009 3:14:17 GMT -7
Misplaced admiration
SPEAKING FOR A GENERATION.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Ryan doesn't like running late.
He groans as he rushes his hummer to work, driving fast but not fast enough to pass the speed limit, his lips woven together to form a thin line. This is not the way he's expected things to go along, not a bit; and he feels much more like a burden than he'd like to. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps he'll make it on time, despite the obvious lack of said object that he has as of now. Perhaps by some untold miracle from whatever God lived up there, he'd be able to punch his time card in at just the right moment before the work day would start.
But he will not entertain such empty promises.
Ryan's hummer practically skids into his parking space, the boy moving quick in order to get the key out and jump out of the driver's door - slamming it without so much of a care whether the windows would break at the sudden impact, stronger than it is made for. The trace analyst's face is still contorted into that frown, and he's glad that he wore his backpack on the way, so as not to have the trouble of leaving it just in case. As he rushes into the lobby, he finds himself surprised when suddenly, out of nowhere, he hears someone's voice acknowledge him.
It takes all of Ryan's self-control not to shout.
Silly, silly perfectionist.
He turns around, looking towards the female with a quirked eyebrow, hazel optics looking somewhat confused at the things she speaks of. Who, in this building, does not know about the glory that is Horatio Caine? Ryan's almost tempted to laugh.
"New, I'm guessing," [/color] he says, look of interest on his charming face; one hand slipping into his pocket. "I could take you to his office, that is, if that's what you want, yeah? M'running late myself, and gotta get I disagree towards the darn machine that puts up when the hell I got said ass into this place."[/color] He says it so casually that you could barely tell he was pissed.[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! kate :)
WORD COUNT! three four one, haha
LISTENING TO! hua hu die - jolin tsai
NOTES! could've been better, but i'm too lazy. hope you don't mind. c: |
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Post by Katherine King on Oct 5, 2009 4:58:47 GMT -7
She paused, staring back at him with a slight frown. It was clear that he was agitated and in a rush, and all she wanted to do right now was make a good first impression. She did not need to be making a fool of herself on day one.
"Yes. Is it that obvious?" She offered a small smile and held out her hand to him. "Kate King."
ooc: I don't think I have written something so bad, like, ever. I seriously like can't think at the moment. I apologize... 
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RYAN WOLFE!™
Cop
Expertise: Trace
"As his eyes were closed, his heart was open."
Posts: 376
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Post by RYAN WOLFE!™ on Oct 6, 2009 2:23:20 GMT -7
Misplaced admiration
SPEAKING FOR A GENERATION.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] He notices her displeasure. Ryan understands, knows with each inch of his heart, that she does not seem to like his attempted masking of his frustration. Lying isn't exactly his strong point, his eyes always giving it away, pools of hazel meant to betray their master. The trace analyst still regrets that, hates it, but knows he cannot change. It is a difficulty meant not to be tampered with. Ryan will have this problem for the rest of his life.
He tries to smile because she's smiling, and he almost succeeds, lips curving upward to form that charming sign. He almost recoils, however, at the hand extended, but manages to catch himself before jerking away even slightly. Ryan's fingers curl around hers, and he moves his arm to shake her hand - smiling gently, now, genuinely; despite the underlying rage resting in the corners of his heart. For a moment, the beast is satiated. For now, Ryan will be human.
"I'm sorry, but yes, it is. The truth must be told, no matter how harsh. Rule number one. Rule number two, call me Ryan. Ryan Wolfe, if you're one to use full names," [/color] the male says, already seeming to tease; hazel eyes alight with child-like excitement. "You planning on working here?"[/color] His fingers slip away from hers, and his thumbs hook onto his pocket.[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! the new girl
WORD COUNT! two two one o:
LISTENING TO! kanlungan - noel cabangon
NOTES! it's okay. my muse is running dry as of now, so. haha. |
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