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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 15:41:00 GMT -5
Lena was not frightened or nervous like most people would be, perhaps because she had felt that side die the night her kindred spirit seemed to die. She was curious, and a little impressed, sitting in front of the man who practically ran the world. "Of course, I expected important events and meetings would be in the time." The pay was pleasing to her, though she didn't see money as too important.
Taking the contract, she ran her eyes over it, taking a few moments to read it in its entirety. She had heard far too many stories of people getting more than they bargained for from not reading the full contract. "It sounds like a reasonable offer, and who I am to refuse someone at a status such as yours?" The job times would give her enough to work on discovering more information on the rebel newspaper.
Picking up a pen, she signed the contact slowly as "Eva Aysel" with a looping Y.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 2, 2008 15:52:19 GMT -5
Tuesday looks around, and feels a chill run up her spine. It really is creepy. "Wow, are we going to get brainwashed?" She asks, in all seriousness.
They walk a little farther. "Horacio something. Hmm." She scratches her head. "Well, this is my first time in Florida, let alone in Allwhere, so lead the way. I'll follow you blindly wherever you go."
She looks around again, it just seemed too perfect, creepily perfect. "Thats pretty much a promise." She adds to her last statement.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 15:55:22 GMT -5
he took the contract back slowly making sure the signature was perfect "Good when can you start” he asks Eva as he filed the contract away in his floor safe a far better idea then a wall safe if you worked on the ground floor. he was impressed most people would try to brag or beg for favors but this woman was a pro he could tell. “if you need you can stay at my estate as well you would have access to my accounts for expenses” he looked her over again everyone was getting so much younger in a few years it would be even worse.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -5
Lena pursed her lips. For a bodyguard job, it would be ideal to stay at his estate, even if she would prefer not to. If she simply moved closer, the distance would hinder her efficiency. Someone could make an attempt for him at his estate, and every second it took for her to reach it would be vital. She took her jobs seriously, and it was now her job to protect his life.
"When ever you need me, after all, I am on call now any time of the day. I will stay at your estate, it would hinder my role as bodyguard if I did not. Do you wish for me to start right now, or retreat back to my apartment to gather my things? I live very lightly." Due to her constant moving, she had to. She kept a variety of clothing and a few essentials, but that was it.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 16:27:27 GMT -5
He shook his head “I can send someone for you’re things” he went through the blueprint in his head while looking at the floor. “you should have a room close to mine I can bring you there now if you need anything just ask for it. He called and had the car brought around to the front door. He smiled and then stopped meeting her eyes he waited for the answer. “I am glad you accepted” he would have held out his hand but he found he was being to friendly already. He did not want to make it a habit of getting friendly with employees especially female ones.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 16:43:24 GMT -5
Lena grimaced inwardly. She didn't like people touching her things, or doing anything for her. "That's quite all right, I'll collect my stuff once I have the spare time. There's nothing I expressively need." She stated calmly. She nodded in agreement to his statement, a room close to his would make her job easier. Standing, she slid her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, shrugging lightly.
"Hey, a job's a job." She decided to keep a cool personality around The Moderator, it seemed best. After she checked out the room, she'd make a break back to her apartment if he had no meetings or important events planned for the day. She supposed he could take off from work whenever he pleased, being who he was.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 16:53:51 GMT -5
The car drove to the walled in estate an old castle unused for centuries it was a natural fortress with hundreds of soldiers and staff. He walked her to her room while smaller then his was a suite in its own right. “the bath is over there next to the walk in closet“ he did not actually enter the room he only pointed from the hallway. “unless it is an emergency you are not to enter my room” he smiled showing her some other rooms. The kitchen the armory the garage a dozen other rooms “any other questions for me” he asked he knew she wanted to leave to get her things.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 17:11:40 GMT -5
Lena let out a low whistle as his estate came into few. Eying the soldiers, she wondered why he had employed her. Of course, soldiers weren't very good at stealth and the such. She shrugged mentally, studying the areas as he showed them to her. She'd never lived in any sort of rich place. "I assume you have some sort of security precaution in your room that notifies others if you are in need?"
She questioned, though she imaged it was probably overflowing with security precautions. The only place she really made a note to visit besides her own room was the armory. It was probably brimming with state of the art weapons technology.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 17:18:41 GMT -5
He nodded “of course I also have a panic room” he could tell she was anxious he noticed her looks in the weapons room. “I am no expert but I could give you a tour of the arsenal” he moved to a private elevator to show her his private stash. Many of the items were antiques but a few were prototype weapons he handed one to her. “This is a low power stun gauntlet it fires slow speed electronic stunners” he wrapped it around her arm and lifted depressing a small switch like were spiderman kept his trigger “you can keep it if you want I find that dead men tell no tales in my line of work that is not always good”
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jun 2, 2008 17:31:32 GMT -5
To Momo
"Very well," Anthony said, holding back a yawn. "Our most fascinating subject, in my opinion, is, believe or not, a prophet of sorts. He goes day in and day out muttering about the suposed 'future'. And just between you and me, the future he describes isn't exactly bright." Anthony waited a moment for this information to sink into Momo before saying, "Would you like to meet him, he isn't dangerous."
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 17:32:30 GMT -5
Lena studied the weapon, nodding softly to show she had heard him. There was multiple instances she could imagine where such a weapon would come in handy. "Thank you, sir. You are very generous." Somehow, she had expected The Moderator to be different. Then again, just like herself, he probably had various masks of his own.
"If you would give me leave for a bit, I wish to run to my apartment." She tucked the weapon into the inside pocket of her jacket, her hostler showing for a moment as she did so. She preferred to keep her weapons hidden, she found that if one thinks you unarmed, they are more likely to be careless.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 2, 2008 17:37:48 GMT -5
Peter flipped open his phone, taking his attention away from the workers that surrounded him. So far everything was moving ahead at a proper clip. Rather boring really, no protestors, no squatters of note. Which was why he was rather pleased by Tuvi's message.
He dialed her up. "What's the problem?"
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 17:50:49 GMT -5
he nodded leaving her alone in the room he had no reason not to trust her. "just lock up on the way out" he told her as he took the elevator to his room. he then looked around and found he was wearing the same cloths for a few days. slowly he opened his wardrobe and selected some clothing before beginning to undress.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 18:19:44 GMT -5
Lena left the room a few moments after Ariel, locking the place on the way out as instructed. She found that he had his own personal teleportation booth like most rich people did, and took it back to a location near her apartment. She folded and placed her clothes into her traveling bag along with her towels and other various things she kept from place to place. Zipping it up, she slung it over her shoulder and left to give the key to the land lord.
She didn't want to have to pay for an apartment she wasn't going to be staying at, and she wasn't sure how long this bodyguard gig would last. She idly wondered what time she should call that woman with the nervous friend at, maybe she'd ask for a copy of Ariel's schedule.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 2, 2008 18:46:04 GMT -5
"Oh, there you are Tuvi. I was told you came here by my Secretary. Mind if I join you guys or is this sort of a private thing?" Dinari asks Tuvi as he walks over to her table at the restaurant. He isn't aware that she is meeting anyone. He was just hungry and was wondering where she was. He looks at the guy with her.
"Oh hey, I'm Dinari Dollar!" He says, although his identity is pretty unmistakable.
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