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Post by Anneliese Fieseler on Aug 9, 2011 16:20:40 GMT -5
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[/font]nneliese sighed. It was really turning out to be a dreadfully dull day if you asked her. The sky outside seemed to match the tone in the office: dreary grey overcast. Not that working at Central Command (as a receptionist of all things) was terribly exciting… but it wasn't always quite so dull. Normally, a soldier or two would stop by to strike some conversation, and she'd return the favour, even if she did feel a little bit paranoid. Somehow in her mind, military men weren't as bad as civilian men. She supposed that that had to do with her father. …N[/font]o. It was really best to avoid that train of thought if at all possible. She still loved her father, of course, but he'd been dead for years. Dead. Buried. Given medals and things that didn't matter because he was dead. Argh, there she went again. Well, since no one was doing anything, she decided that she should be fine if she pulled out a book to read. It was something to keep her mind away from painful memories. Her superiors never really minded, though. It wasn't like she didn't do her job. W[/font]ith a sigh, Anneliese pulled the novel that she was currently reading from the desk drawer. It was a nice novel; happy, cheerful, and nothing bad happened. That was how she liked her novels: nothing like the real world. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by thibault on Aug 9, 2011 16:42:01 GMT -5
--Thibault was not a morning person. He could stay up until the sky was orange with the rising sun with his nose buried in a research book, but no matter how early he went to bed, he could not bring himself to wake up earlier than 10. Every day, he was to be at his desk by 8am.
It was seven fifty four and he was just stepping out the door.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...' he thought, words that rarely came out of his mouth. The day Thibault Hynson swore was a bad day indeed, because he didn't use words like that lightly.
This was starting to seem like one of those days.
Day twenty four as a working sergeant and this was his ninth time being late... possibly. His apartment wasn't located too far from Central Command, so if he rushed, and really rushed, he could clock in at exactly eight and be all right. It was a shame, too. He did well at everything else but getting there on time.
'Still unforgivable' he thought, gritting his teeth as he struggled to lock his door, and turned to the street, almost crossing right in front of a car.
When he finally stepped into the door, it had just started drizzling. He took off his glasses and wiped them on the font of his uniform, clearing his throat as he approached the secretary's desk. The woman sitting there was reading... Annalise if he remembered correctly. Names were still fairly new to him, and with all the work he was doing for his superior, it was hard to concentrate on them unless you worked directly with him. The face he recognized though.
The face was a little hard to forget, it he had to be honest.
"Hello" he said, in an almost inaudible voice, then cleared his throat again, trying again, "Eh... good morning."
He ducked his head as he approached the time cards, picking his up as he glanced at the clock. Eight o' one...
'Could be worse...' he thought, trying to stay optimistic.
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Post by Anneliese Fieseler on Aug 9, 2011 17:45:37 GMT -5
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[/font]he novel really was lovely. There was no unhappiness, no one used anyone else, and best of all, no one died. That was really all it took for her to like a book: everyone's happy most of the time and no one dies. The second one was he big one, though. She loathed anything to do with death, even reading about it. Luckily, this novel was just what she'd needed. A[/font]nneliese almost didn't notice the sergeant rush in. Looking up from her book, her eyes lit up slightly. Oh, it was that cute one. She wondered why a man like him would even bother with the military; he was, from what she'd seen, kind and shy. And a little awkward. He always seemed to be running late, though. She wondered why. He seemed like a smart young man; well, perhaps that was just his glasses, but Anneliese didn't think so. A[/font]nneliese smiled at him. "Good morning, sergeant." She didn't quite remember his name, but she could read his uniform easily. It surprised people, how quickly and easily she could read uniforms. After all, she was a secretary (and therefore a private) and hadn't been working there very long. She knew that she didn't seem the type to know anything about the military, which didn't bother her at all.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by thibault on Aug 9, 2011 18:50:29 GMT -5
--After punching his card, he looked at his record, frowning as he read over the times.
'Eight o' three, eight thirteen, seven fifty nine, seven fifty nine, eight o' two, eight o' clock...'
He released a heavy sigh, replacing the card in its rightful place. No one had said anything to him yet about it. At least, nothing directly about it. His superior had raised an eyebrow, given him "a look", but smiled and went right along giving him his duties for the day. Perhaps he didn't care... but Thibault didn't want to find that out the hard way. He had worked hard to get into the military in the first place, and even harder to get to the rank he currently was. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that... maybe if they changed his appointed time to ten or something...
He would have given the secretary's greeting a slight nod, a smile, and run off to his job if she hadn't said "sergeant'. That caught his attention.
'She knows me...' he thought, then looked down at his uniform. No, no, she obviously just looked at his ranking. It wasn't that hard. Still... it peaked his interest. She had been reading and didn't even have to acknowledge him. It wouldn't have hurt him at all, that's how most people around here functioned. He looked over at her and smiled, adjusting his glasses.
"It, ah... just started sprinkling out. Have a feeling we're in for a rainy day."
'Obviously if its sprinkling out' he thought, mentally slapping himself for that. He outwardly winced at his comment, his poor attempt at small talk. It took a few seconds for him to work up the courage to try again, an awkward pause where he tugged at his sleeve.
"I um... hope you have a jacket or an umbrella... looks like it might last."
And that wasn't much better. Right about now, Thibault wanted to go hide his head under his desk. Small talk was something he'd been needing work on for... well.
Awhile.
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Post by Anneliese Fieseler on Aug 10, 2011 12:04:01 GMT -5
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[/font]f Anneliese were to be quite honest, she would have to admit that she found this sergeant rather... well, attractive, she supposed. In a sort of awkwardly cute way. Not that she'd admit that. She'd been through enough with guys. There was no way that she was going to risk getting into a relationship with someone she barely knew, purely because he seemed nice. E[/font]ven so, she smiled back at him. "Is that so? That's all right; I don't mind the rain," she assured him. Rain was needed for life; she didn't mind it at all. She actually found it quite relaxing to look out the window and see the rain falling down from the sky. A[/font]nneliese frowned slightly. "I'm afraid that I don't have an umbrella, but I'm sure I could call a car to pick me up. It shouldn't be too bad. What about you?" She wasn't sure why, but for some reason, she wanted to keep the conversation going with the young sergeant. Perhaps it was because he seemed nice and was in the military. Perhaps it was because she had a feeling that he wasn't this awkward around just anyone and wanted to attempt to investigate this further. Not that anything could come of it, unfortunately.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by thibault on Aug 10, 2011 23:46:15 GMT -5
--He noticed that whenever Annalise smiled, he would smile back. Without thinking, too, by instinct. It was currently the only thing he could do without thinking and over analyzing it first. She had the sort of smile that made someone want to smile back, natually. It was quite nice, and made him take a sort of mental deep breath before continuing.
"Really I don't mind it either, I just figured... you hair, or something... but what do I know" Thibault said with a nervous laugh, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. Not that it was super wet, but it was better if he didn't take any chances.
"Oh... right, of course. But its a bit of a walk down there... depending on how bad it is when you leave it could... you know. But some people like rain. I mean standing in it."
Who knew? She could be the type.
"I don't live too far from here... I'll probably just run across the street as best as I can. Besides, I don't take lunch outside of the building or anything, so I'll just get wet on my way home, which isn't bad. I have no plans afterwords"
Thibault shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling as if his words were shooting out of his mouth at a million miles per hour. It was better than before, though: he was speaking up, and he didn't feel the need to say "I'm sorry" after everything anymore.
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Post by Anneliese Fieseler on Sept 14, 2011 10:59:39 GMT -5
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[/font]nneliese couldn't help but feel just a bit pleased that he was smiling back. It wasn't like anything would come of it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't pleasant. On the contrary; it was very nice to have a young man - especially a rather handsome one like this sergeant - smiling at her. A[/font]nneliese couldn't help but smile more broadly at him. "Thank you for your concern, but, fortunately, rain doesn't seem to ruin however my hair is fixed." And her headband today wasn't silk or satin, so she wasn't worried about that, either. "I quite like the rain, to be honest. That distance really isn't anything to worry about, provided it's not a downpour when I leave."A[/font]nneliese nodded at his words. "You're very lucky, then. I'll have to find a car to get home if the rain is bad; I don't live terribly far from here, but it would seem so much longer in a downpour." She offered the sergeant another smile, and wondered, vaguely, what was going through his mind. He seemed to genuinely enjoy talking to her, but she couldn't help but be a bit suspicious of his motives. She shook her head slightly. He was a sergeant, and seemed to be very polite; logically, she knew that the chance of him having some devious ulterior motive was very slim.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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