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Post by schradez on Sept 16, 2010 23:16:34 GMT -5
Damn it. Chance checked the numbers written on the back of his hand again, shifting his overloaded backpack. Someone whisked the rest of his luggage away when he first boarded, and told him a room number, one he was currently incapable of finding. It was hard, with all these identical walls and passageways. He stopped at a crossing of hallways, looking left, and then right, hoping on the off-chance a neon arrow would drop from the ceiling.
A door in front of him opened, and hot pink flared in his vision. Maybe not so far-fetched after all. He blinked. The color came from a woman in the hallway. Grey slacks, and blinding pink shirt. He glanced away just before he could be accused of looking at her chest. Hot pink spike heels? Really? She had to be a secretary or something traditionally feminine. Hell, as long as she knew her way around this ship, he didn't care what her job was. He went for his disarming smile. "Excuse me, you have a second?"
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Post by claire on Sept 17, 2010 1:06:51 GMT -5
She was late, and it was only the second day in. Claire hated being late, it only made her look ill prepared and irresponsible; two things she hated being most. It wasn't as if she had a lot to do, but today she was meeting with one of the ship's officials. Captain or pilot, she couldn't remember to go over some important details. She fumbled around, trying to get dressed as fast as she could. Quietly enough, however not to wake up her roommate. Shoes. She muttered, quietly, completely forgetting where her boots where. Oh for the love," she grumbled once more, finally giving up. With a small sigh, she placed a few strands of her dark hair behind her ear and settled on her pink pumps. Not what she wanted, but this was a sort of professional interview anyway...of sorts. Heels wouldn't hurt. She slipped them on hurriedly and silently exited her room. Without tripping, she landed a small jump over the catch in the floor. Claire breathed one deep last time, smoothing down her leather jacket and began to walk towards her destination. A man's deep voice caught her off guard, and she turned, noticing he was in fact, referring to her. She hardly had a second, but she would have the decency at least to tell him. And then her phone buzzed. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scanning the text for a moment to tell her that the meeting would be postponed. Well, now she had time. Fixing her hair once more, she slid her phone back in her pocket and finally met his gaze. He certainly was easy on the eyes, that was for sure. Not...not that she was thinking of him in that way or anything. He was a new face, that much she welcomed. "I do now." she smiled at him with her chipper British tongue. "Claire, Claire Dubrovskiy." |
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Post by schradez on Sept 17, 2010 10:17:36 GMT -5
The happiness practically radiated from her in a force field, and if he squinted, he could see bluebirds flying around her head, singing old Disney songs. Scary. Nevertheless, she was the first crew member he'd met so far, so he might as well make a good impression. He turned his smile a notch further towards low-key. "Chance Real." It was a Spanish last name, reh-al , and he'd chosen it sheerly because it sounded good - he didn't have a drop of Hispanic blood. "I came on board last station, and as much as I loathe asking for directions, I can't get the layout of this ship straight. Are the sleeping quarters that way?" He pointed at random to the hallway on the right.
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Post by claire on Sept 20, 2010 19:54:00 GMT -5
Claire shook his hand firmly, meaning business. "Quite nice to meet you Chance." she smiled brightly. He seemed very hard edged, bad boy type. Not the type of person she would even associate herself with. However, she was raised just a little bit different, and regardless of standards she would force herself to be nice to him. That was it. The tattoo peeked out from his shirt sleeve, clinging to his muscled arms. Not that she was looking or anything. No, absolutely not.
"The sleeping quarters are all over the ship really. It depends on your room number, floor etc." She sighed, looking up at him with her bright grey eyes that almost appeared silver in the light. "I
'm quite new myself, so I don't know if I can rightfully help you find it, but....I..I can try to help."
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