Post by Agent Korri Richards on Jan 3, 2019 9:18:59 GMT
Denver was full of noise.
Her shoes clicked on the sidewalk as she maneuvered her way through the streets, bag hanging loosely at her hip. She wished she could say she was excited, but she wasn’t. Determined, for sure. Pleased with herself, yes. But excited? She wasn’t sure she remembered what it felt? Like lightning in her stomach? Butterflies? Something like that. It was a long-faded memory now. A flashing sign caught her attention, and she stopped to watch. It was a storefront selling electronic devices. A television ran their ad; lots of flashing colors, lights, and a pretty model with nice teeth. Designed to invoke some sort of emotional response, but only sent curiosity through the girl and the desire to research trends in advertisements vs. sales. Could be an interesting correlation.
Denver was nothing like her island. No trees, no birds except for the fat white pigeons. Cars polluted the streets and the skys, turning everything a musky grey. The air smelled like … rust, and contamination. People were harassed and hurried. Even as she observed this, someone tried to shoulder past her only to bounce off her. She stopped and they met eyes; his angry ones vs. her cold ones. Something in them seemed to scare him as he recoiled, only to scoff and slide in between her and the wall to avoid the crowd. As he did pass, she distinctly heard the one word that had become most familiar to her in the recent months.
Freak.
Yet another difference from her old world.
The cold air greeted her, the blast of air granting cool relief from the muggy day. She sighed, taking just a small break on the inside. Golem she may be, heat wasn’t fun. Feeling the eyes of the receptionist on her, she straightened; no time to show weakness, she was here for a reason. Heels clicked on the simple linoleum floor as she to the bulletproof window. She took just a second to adjust her pen-shirt and blouse. Fancy artifacts they were, with silver buttons. Egyptian cotton cloth on the outside, silken undergarments. Her long hair was tied in a braid down the middle of her back.
”Hello, ma’am. I am Korri Richards. I am supposed to meet my SA here.”
Her voice was flat and monotonous. What was with this lady? She was kind of pretty, but the way she stared at everything, very intense, as if she was going analyzing everything and watching the way they react … well, she’s seen a lot of strange individuals in her time here, but this one kind of gave her the creeps. Still, she smiled (which this Richards didn’t return, just slightly cocked her head, as if interested in her reaction) and confirmed her appointment. It did appear as if she was telling the truth.
”As you say, Ms. Richards. Please, have a seat, I’ll get him for you.”
What a nice lady. Korri dipped her head, a polite facsimile of a bow, and clicked off to stand in a corner, violet eyes focused on a plant near her. How pretty. Meanwhile, Michelle, the agent who checked her in, knocked on padded cubicle of one Agent Cloet.
”Samuel? Your junior agent is waiting for you.”
Her shoes clicked on the sidewalk as she maneuvered her way through the streets, bag hanging loosely at her hip. She wished she could say she was excited, but she wasn’t. Determined, for sure. Pleased with herself, yes. But excited? She wasn’t sure she remembered what it felt? Like lightning in her stomach? Butterflies? Something like that. It was a long-faded memory now. A flashing sign caught her attention, and she stopped to watch. It was a storefront selling electronic devices. A television ran their ad; lots of flashing colors, lights, and a pretty model with nice teeth. Designed to invoke some sort of emotional response, but only sent curiosity through the girl and the desire to research trends in advertisements vs. sales. Could be an interesting correlation.
Denver was nothing like her island. No trees, no birds except for the fat white pigeons. Cars polluted the streets and the skys, turning everything a musky grey. The air smelled like … rust, and contamination. People were harassed and hurried. Even as she observed this, someone tried to shoulder past her only to bounce off her. She stopped and they met eyes; his angry ones vs. her cold ones. Something in them seemed to scare him as he recoiled, only to scoff and slide in between her and the wall to avoid the crowd. As he did pass, she distinctly heard the one word that had become most familiar to her in the recent months.
Freak.
Yet another difference from her old world.
The cold air greeted her, the blast of air granting cool relief from the muggy day. She sighed, taking just a small break on the inside. Golem she may be, heat wasn’t fun. Feeling the eyes of the receptionist on her, she straightened; no time to show weakness, she was here for a reason. Heels clicked on the simple linoleum floor as she to the bulletproof window. She took just a second to adjust her pen-shirt and blouse. Fancy artifacts they were, with silver buttons. Egyptian cotton cloth on the outside, silken undergarments. Her long hair was tied in a braid down the middle of her back.
”Hello, ma’am. I am Korri Richards. I am supposed to meet my SA here.”
Her voice was flat and monotonous. What was with this lady? She was kind of pretty, but the way she stared at everything, very intense, as if she was going analyzing everything and watching the way they react … well, she’s seen a lot of strange individuals in her time here, but this one kind of gave her the creeps. Still, she smiled (which this Richards didn’t return, just slightly cocked her head, as if interested in her reaction) and confirmed her appointment. It did appear as if she was telling the truth.
”As you say, Ms. Richards. Please, have a seat, I’ll get him for you.”
What a nice lady. Korri dipped her head, a polite facsimile of a bow, and clicked off to stand in a corner, violet eyes focused on a plant near her. How pretty. Meanwhile, Michelle, the agent who checked her in, knocked on padded cubicle of one Agent Cloet.
”Samuel? Your junior agent is waiting for you.”