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Post by Calithin Crest on May 18, 2008 3:22:05 GMT -5
"Well.... That was... Unsuccessful."
That went so badly I almost can't believe it. That was probably the worst high five ever... I take her hand from my chest, hold it up steadily, and slap it with my own hand.
"There we go. The trick to high fives is you have to look at the person who you're high fiving's elbow. That is the best way to ensure a really good one... And not... Injure your high five partner. It's usually not so dangerous, but I guess you live on the wild side."
I rub my chest a little and hop down from my desk, picking up a few of her fallen papers.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 18, 2008 3:30:40 GMT -5
"Uhm... yes.." She nods to show she understands, committing his advice to memory. Unless it was- No, no time for paranoia. Laughing nervously, she slips off the chair to begin collecting her papers. "Oh yes, the wild side. I'm a huge risk-taker." She says with a tinge of humor. After thanking him for helping her, she draws a pen from her purse.
"Anyway, you just need to fill... Uhm." She quickly searches her stack of files, finding the desired one and handing it, along with the pen to Calithin. "Fill this out and I'll be on my way. You'll receive your loan within twenty-four hours." She hopes that's the correct amount of hours. It had to be close, at least. Global Bank had a very prompt system.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 18, 2008 3:34:18 GMT -5
"Do you... Not want... To fill my forms out for me so I don't have to and then just have me sign the bottom? I think you want to do that. I think that is something you want to do."
I slowly extend the form and pen she just handed to me back to her.
"Come on. This can be your way of making up a terrible high five to me. I am really not in a form filling out kind of mood."
Which is strange-- normally I love forms.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 18, 2008 3:38:50 GMT -5
Is that what agents normally do? Quickly taking it back, she nods and begins to fill out the general information. "Of course, no problem. I'd be glad to!" Whatever it takes to make the client happy! Or something like that. She remembers there used to be a saying in America with something along the lines of it.
"How big of a loan do you wish for?" She questions as she reaches that part of the form.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 18, 2008 3:42:53 GMT -5
"Oh, bajillions. Definitely bajillions. But if you want me to get specific... Enough money so that I can buy 50 mansions and fill all of their swimming pools with lime green jello. Or... enough money to buy every desert in the world. Or enough money to buy Saturn. Is Saturn for sale yet? I'm going to have to look that up pronto."
I laugh and go stand by the window. Being amazing always puts me in a good mood.
"But really... I think ten million should be fine. If not I'll just call your people later and modify the loan."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 18, 2008 3:48:34 GMT -5
At his comments, Bambi begins to get worried and instantly begins trying to calculate the costs of such things. Once she realizes he's joking, however, her face flushes and she turns her gaze back to the form. People were always telling her to calm down and not take everything so seriously.
"All right." She quickly jots down the number, finishing up the form. "You just need to sign right here and we're all set." She states, turning her head back toward him.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 18, 2008 3:48:42 GMT -5
I listen for a while, then slip away. I leave the offices and head off to my next job at the orphanage. Today my job is to cook for the kids. I don't mind since cooking is better than entertaining them.
Once at my next job, I slip on an apron and start working on some stew. I am worried about that drug test, but I am sure everything will work out just fine.
It has to!
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 18, 2008 3:52:53 GMT -5
I walk over to where she's sitting, take a pen from her, and sign on the dotted line of the form quickly. My signature is very impressive, if I do say so myself.
"Thanks for all you're... Loan giving and form filling. Perhaps the next time we meet you'll have gotten better at giving high fives."
I open the door of my office for her and smile graciously.
"Now if there's nothing else I can do for you..."
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Tristan Tuzanic
Regular
Manalist Soldier
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed. It's cause of these things...
Posts: 135
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Post by Tristan Tuzanic on May 18, 2008 3:53:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, this time it's really over. I am so done with all of this." Tristan says before jumping off of a bridge. This time he really means it. No one will control him. No one will send him back to work. No one will make him face his horrible wife. He falls quickly and hits the water like a rock.
No matter what, he just can't seem to die. Maybe he doens't try hard enough. Maybe he just wants some attention.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 18, 2008 4:01:09 GMT -5
"Oh no, thank you Mr. Crest for sparing the time to meet with me." Bambi replies, pulling all her files back together and sliding them into the folder. Standing, she once more carefully steps her way to the door and flashes one last smile. "I'm sorry again for that mess. I'll be sure to practice giving high fives with your advice. I bid you a good day, it was wonderful speaking with you."
With that, she exits his office and begins to make her way to the nearest teleportation booth. Checking her wrist watch, she's pleased to see that didn't take very long at all. Deciding to be more prepared next time, she sits at a bench and pulls the list of clients out. Crossing out Calithin's name, she looks over the files for the next client.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 18, 2008 4:06:08 GMT -5
I close the door behind her when she leaves and walk around my desk, taking a seat in my chair. I promptly begin making phone calls and writing up memos to get the construction of our new southern quarter mines started so they can be up and running by the start of the next fiscal year. As soon as that loan comes in the contractors will begin their work and it will only be a matter of time from then. I smile to myself and decide that it's been a very productive day.
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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on May 18, 2008 6:57:35 GMT -5
"Understood" Cephrien replied in yet again in his stern and ice cold tone of voice. This entire time, he had continued to stare at the TV in front of him. As always, the news was flashing current events in the world but was leaving out confidential information.
Sort of sad..
"Is there anything else?"
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Li Violette
Regular
The Speaker
"Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy" -Mao
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Post by Li Violette on May 18, 2008 7:10:59 GMT -5
"No, not that I can think of. Just be safe." I say with concern. With that, our conversation ends and I turn my attention to some economic reports that the Moderator wanted me to look over and make a speech about. I do write my own speeches, though from time to time, The Moderator or Master Scrag will have something for me to say in particular.
I get back to my work and wonder what we will find out about Cuba.
(you can try to post to Peter, in Cuba if you find his character there and he wants to post)
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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on May 18, 2008 7:36:08 GMT -5
With a quiet clapping sound, Cephrien flips his phone closed and stands up from his seat, slipping it into his pocket as he tightly raises his arms above him and archs his back to stretch his slightly stiff body. This would happen whenever he sat in one place for a bit too long.
He stood up straight, with his hip bucked to the side. He cranked his body in an awkward way to pop a few stiff bones.
This shitty apartment..
Rolling his shoulder, Cephrien moved from the couch and over to his room, where he would get dressed for the mission. As always, he wore his trademark outfit that he never went on a mission without. A pair of tight black pants, a silky white dress shirt which was immediately covered over by a large, dark blue coat with white fur trailings. Naturally, he made a quick stop to the Fire Arm storage in his closet and pulled out a pair of Uzis. Nice, packed a punch AND they could fit in his coat. These were always his personal favorite.. and now that Guns no longer used ammunition, He never had to worry about running out of bullets/Manala Power.
Whistling a familiar tune that he remembered listening at some point in time, he twirled the twin Unzis on his finger tips before slipping them away into his coat.
Wasting not another second, He left through the door of his Apartment and began to his journey towards Cuba.
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Post by sergefireblade on May 18, 2008 11:27:54 GMT -5
Helsinki. Long ago it might've been a wonderful place but at that moment Lorenzo could think of a few things he'd rather do than patroling around Helsinki. He knew he had his duties with the Manalist religion, as a Religious soldier he looked forward to keep things in order.
But then again, just looking at the poverty around this place made him want to just kill anyone without enough strenght to at least dodge a single blow. Half of these people were probably involved in Forced Labor.
To add to Lorenzo's discontent, The Wrath hadn't given him anything to kill as of late. Though he could just kill the nearest Elf so easily, it wouldn't be that secretive. And just blatantly killing without purpose would just turn him into another of those miserable thugs that ran around.
Most people would probably notice Lorenzo. Clad in crimson plated armor, standing well over 6 feet tall, aproximatedly 6'7'', and with a sword strapped to his back that was almost as big as he was, the tip of the sheath almost scraping the ground, and the mantle that came with his armor, also crimson in color, covering most of the sword. The helmet also gave a nice touch to his aspect, his eyes seemed to glow Red within the darkness of the helmet. What power caused this effect was completelly unknown, but the helmet did nothing more than protect him and intimidate.
"Pathetic...Completelly pathetic this place is." Lorenzo mumbled as he kept walking, stopping to adjust his armor briefly before he began walking again.
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