1. Shadows speak... Now there is someone to listen
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Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 2:33:10 GMT
04-14-2011, 03:31 AM
Alizabeth Moroveston
Liz stepped off the transport and straightened her skirt. Her hands then went to her hair. She knew it looked impeccable. She was always looking that way. But she needed reassurance there was nothing out of place. This was probably going to be the hardest job of her life thus far, and she wanted to make a good first impression. She had been an orphan. Had been abandoned, tossed from home to home, ignored, coddled, and lived as both a pampered doll and a half forgotten reason for gaining extra rations. She had managed to finally graduate top of her primary school because she had nothing to do BUT study. After senior studies she had chosen to skip going to higher learning and collegic academics and go straight to a source that would let her do what she did best. She wanted to gain information for the government.
She had been a listener for as long as she could remember. She listened to her guardians and learned which nights were better not to come home because payday meant drunken sprees. It gave her the knowledge to escape most assaults and punishments. She had listened to teachers give better students guidance. It gave her the knowledge she needed to succeed. And she had listened to the news, recruiters, and visiting dignitaries whenever she got the opportunity. So far, it had given her the knowledge to make an informed decision. She wanted to give knowledge to the Republic.
Watching the last of the people exit the transport and head into the building, she followed. Going last wasn't a sign of hesitant, unsure behavior. Quite the contrary. You hear the most from behind. Everyone tilts their heads away from the ones in front of them, fearing to be overheard. But as people walk forward, their words travel 'backwards' or 'linger' in space. Liz had learned how to listen and pick up those lingering words and find what information she wanted to know. She learned that several in the group were returning from a holiday trip. Some were returning as Advisers and two were about to find out if they were going to graduate to Speaker in the coming week. This information let her know that everyone of Speaker rank or higher more than likely traveled on a different transport. Rank and privilege and all. It also let her know that the move from one rank to another was not a 'certainty'. And it also let her know that it was only between ranks of Intern and Adviser that someone got a vacation, but once an Adviser, time away in the middle of the training was more common.
Everything she learned made her more prepared for the moment she walked into the interview setup room. She nodded to the secretary behind the desk and took the offered clip board. There was only one other person in the room with her awaiting the interview that wold decide their future. She settled into one of the various empty chairs and filled in the forms. There were several spots left blank or 'unknown' and it occurred to her that those spots could go in favor of her... but also against her. With no solid background, she would be a wild card. But then again, without any serious ties, she was perfect for espionage, undercover, infiltration and high risk jobs. She had no family, had no friends, had nothing that would be a hazard or hindrance to her. She had no risk because there was no background to use in blackmail. A small giggle escaped her lips before quickly biting her bottom lip to make it stop. It just occurred to her that she was the perfect diplomatic candidate. Her lack of any background made her maliable and capable of being anyone and becoming anything. For once in her life, being a 'nobody' was going to be a bonus.... she hoped.
She finished the clip board background information and gave it back to the secretary. As the woman took the filled out papers, replaced them with blank ones and left the room to some unknown place down an unknown hall, Liz listened... the distance of the footsteps till they disappeared, the murmur of voices in the hall, and in the end, it was her own heartbeat she was listening to as she waited in the silence for what her life would become.
Alizabeth Moroveston
"Nobody in particular" (yet)
***
04-14-2011, 11:08 PM
Evan Mathews
"Mr. Mathews."
....
"Mr. Mathews!!"
A man in his early thirties turned around. His prematurely graying, black hair marked him as Representative Evan Mathews who had just recently returned to the political scene. He had on a black suit and a tie that hung loosely around his neck. It was clear by the expression on his face that he hadnt been expecting anyone to see him. He straightened his tie and acknowledged the woman who he had recognized as the front desk secretary. It was just his luck that someone had caught on to him using the restricted back hall ways of the Citadel Station as a shortcut to the other side of the city.
Muttering a curse under his breath, Evan moved to meet the older woman halfway between their original points. "Yes, Mrs. Barrez? Something I can help you with?" he asked, trying to charm his way out of getting into a bit of trouble.
"Well for starters you can give me that old key card you swiped last week," she retorted with a smirk, holding out her hand like a mother taking away a child's toy. "Second I've got a woman out front that needs an interview for the Internship program and all of the others are either on lunch or preoccupied."
Sighing Evan first dug into his pants pocket and produced the key car and slapped into the secretary's outstretched palm. Then as Mrs. Barrez continued the small list of favors, Evan's face lit up. "Sure I can!" he said excitedly, "Always happy to help with the yard work!" he joked,"Take me to her."
A few moments later Evan was out in the main lobby of the Citadel Station. His appearance was back the way it should be, hair smoothed back, tie pulled up and straight, coat buttoned,etc. He looked like a man that could've been confused as a Senator with how he looked.
"Alizabeth Moroveston?!" He called out to the lobby as he looked up from the datapad that held the file the interviewee had just filled out. When Alizabeth finally answered Evan smiled and directed her to a private room behind the main counter.
She was a beautiful woman by his standards (his standards being pretty high). She definitely looked the part, though her paperwork didnt have much to say about her except that she was at the top of her class in primary school but didnt go on to attend a university or any other schooling for that fact. That would be a curious thing to unravel.
"Well first off I'm Evan Mathews and it's a pleasure to meet you. You mind starting off by telling me where you're coming to us from?" he asked taking a seat behind a desk that sat in a room filled with a couple motivational posters on the walls and a couple pictures of him and his sister, Aleane, and a computer system on the desk. He set the file down and invited her to seat in one of the chairs opposite him. "I know it says here that you've traveled around a bit but has there been any place in particular that you've called home?"
Alizabeth Moroveston
Liz stepped off the transport and straightened her skirt. Her hands then went to her hair. She knew it looked impeccable. She was always looking that way. But she needed reassurance there was nothing out of place. This was probably going to be the hardest job of her life thus far, and she wanted to make a good first impression. She had been an orphan. Had been abandoned, tossed from home to home, ignored, coddled, and lived as both a pampered doll and a half forgotten reason for gaining extra rations. She had managed to finally graduate top of her primary school because she had nothing to do BUT study. After senior studies she had chosen to skip going to higher learning and collegic academics and go straight to a source that would let her do what she did best. She wanted to gain information for the government.
She had been a listener for as long as she could remember. She listened to her guardians and learned which nights were better not to come home because payday meant drunken sprees. It gave her the knowledge to escape most assaults and punishments. She had listened to teachers give better students guidance. It gave her the knowledge she needed to succeed. And she had listened to the news, recruiters, and visiting dignitaries whenever she got the opportunity. So far, it had given her the knowledge to make an informed decision. She wanted to give knowledge to the Republic.
Watching the last of the people exit the transport and head into the building, she followed. Going last wasn't a sign of hesitant, unsure behavior. Quite the contrary. You hear the most from behind. Everyone tilts their heads away from the ones in front of them, fearing to be overheard. But as people walk forward, their words travel 'backwards' or 'linger' in space. Liz had learned how to listen and pick up those lingering words and find what information she wanted to know. She learned that several in the group were returning from a holiday trip. Some were returning as Advisers and two were about to find out if they were going to graduate to Speaker in the coming week. This information let her know that everyone of Speaker rank or higher more than likely traveled on a different transport. Rank and privilege and all. It also let her know that the move from one rank to another was not a 'certainty'. And it also let her know that it was only between ranks of Intern and Adviser that someone got a vacation, but once an Adviser, time away in the middle of the training was more common.
Everything she learned made her more prepared for the moment she walked into the interview setup room. She nodded to the secretary behind the desk and took the offered clip board. There was only one other person in the room with her awaiting the interview that wold decide their future. She settled into one of the various empty chairs and filled in the forms. There were several spots left blank or 'unknown' and it occurred to her that those spots could go in favor of her... but also against her. With no solid background, she would be a wild card. But then again, without any serious ties, she was perfect for espionage, undercover, infiltration and high risk jobs. She had no family, had no friends, had nothing that would be a hazard or hindrance to her. She had no risk because there was no background to use in blackmail. A small giggle escaped her lips before quickly biting her bottom lip to make it stop. It just occurred to her that she was the perfect diplomatic candidate. Her lack of any background made her maliable and capable of being anyone and becoming anything. For once in her life, being a 'nobody' was going to be a bonus.... she hoped.
She finished the clip board background information and gave it back to the secretary. As the woman took the filled out papers, replaced them with blank ones and left the room to some unknown place down an unknown hall, Liz listened... the distance of the footsteps till they disappeared, the murmur of voices in the hall, and in the end, it was her own heartbeat she was listening to as she waited in the silence for what her life would become.
Alizabeth Moroveston
"Nobody in particular" (yet)
***
04-14-2011, 11:08 PM
Evan Mathews
"Mr. Mathews."
....
"Mr. Mathews!!"
A man in his early thirties turned around. His prematurely graying, black hair marked him as Representative Evan Mathews who had just recently returned to the political scene. He had on a black suit and a tie that hung loosely around his neck. It was clear by the expression on his face that he hadnt been expecting anyone to see him. He straightened his tie and acknowledged the woman who he had recognized as the front desk secretary. It was just his luck that someone had caught on to him using the restricted back hall ways of the Citadel Station as a shortcut to the other side of the city.
Muttering a curse under his breath, Evan moved to meet the older woman halfway between their original points. "Yes, Mrs. Barrez? Something I can help you with?" he asked, trying to charm his way out of getting into a bit of trouble.
"Well for starters you can give me that old key card you swiped last week," she retorted with a smirk, holding out her hand like a mother taking away a child's toy. "Second I've got a woman out front that needs an interview for the Internship program and all of the others are either on lunch or preoccupied."
Sighing Evan first dug into his pants pocket and produced the key car and slapped into the secretary's outstretched palm. Then as Mrs. Barrez continued the small list of favors, Evan's face lit up. "Sure I can!" he said excitedly, "Always happy to help with the yard work!" he joked,"Take me to her."
A few moments later Evan was out in the main lobby of the Citadel Station. His appearance was back the way it should be, hair smoothed back, tie pulled up and straight, coat buttoned,etc. He looked like a man that could've been confused as a Senator with how he looked.
"Alizabeth Moroveston?!" He called out to the lobby as he looked up from the datapad that held the file the interviewee had just filled out. When Alizabeth finally answered Evan smiled and directed her to a private room behind the main counter.
She was a beautiful woman by his standards (his standards being pretty high). She definitely looked the part, though her paperwork didnt have much to say about her except that she was at the top of her class in primary school but didnt go on to attend a university or any other schooling for that fact. That would be a curious thing to unravel.
"Well first off I'm Evan Mathews and it's a pleasure to meet you. You mind starting off by telling me where you're coming to us from?" he asked taking a seat behind a desk that sat in a room filled with a couple motivational posters on the walls and a couple pictures of him and his sister, Aleane, and a computer system on the desk. He set the file down and invited her to seat in one of the chairs opposite him. "I know it says here that you've traveled around a bit but has there been any place in particular that you've called home?"