Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 21:15:15 GMT
[attr="class","fancy"]I refuse to lose
I refuse to fall down. Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me. Every afternoon like the last one.
Aideen needed an Advil.
She had been up until 3 a.m. writing about the next phase of seemingly never-ending highway improvements. The construction’s overseers had been less than cooperative, giving her only one fifteen-minute interview on the night of her deadline. She was able to stretch that and a couple interviews from commuters into 1,000 words, but it took several cups of coffee and all of her patience.
Aideen woke up at her desk, face on the keyboard and head pounding. She sat up slowly and squinted at the computer screen. After the G and F filled pages came into focus, she glanced down at the time. It was 7:30a.m. Seven thirty! That meant she only had a half hour to make it to her morning meeting. Aideen jumped up from her desk, bashing her knee into an open drawer. She let out an involuntary “Frick!”
“I’m up, I’m up!” Alesdair shouted, jolting awake on his perch in the corner. He stretched his wings and yawned. “The knee again?”
“Shut up,” Aideen growled, glaring at the falcon.
“Down, girl. Someone needs their coffee.”
Aideen downed the rest of a long-since cold cup of coffee that sat on her desk and sprinted to her bedroom, grimacing at the bitter grounds that stuck in her throat. She threw on her slacks, blouse, and blazer, tossed jewelry in her pocket, and pulled on a pair of high-heeled boots. On her way out the door she grabbed her helmet. It was too late for the subway, so she’d have to ride her Ninja.
As Aideen roared through the city, the smell of burning fuel and rubber swirled around her, filling her senses. Alesdair flew high above her, scoping out traffic.
|Turn right up here, there’s a green light|
Thanks. I swear to God, if I’m late to another morning meeting Petrov is going to demote me from infrastructure to local fluff.
|Don’t jinx it.|
“Aideen. How nice of you to join us,” her boss remarked, gesturing to an empty chair. “Please, have a seat.”
|Looks like a new tie. I hope he spills coffee on it.|
Alesdair was not fond of Gavril Petrov.
The meeting seemed to last longer than usual, but Aideen managed to stay awake. As predicted, Petrov gave her an assignment that, to her, was quite fluffy. Apparently a mother bear had been poached in nearby Blackwater Park. Her cub had been shot but survived the ordeal thanks to the park ranger who found the cub and the veterinarian he took it to. Aideen discussed the assignment with Alesdair as she walked to her desk.
A bear cub. How…cute.
|It could be worse. You have to admit it’s terrible that someone would shoot a cub. And curious that the mother was left there and not taken.|
You’re right, but it’s not the kind of curiosity I’m interested in. I wish he’d let me cover these disappearances I’ve been hearing about.
|Well then maybe you should start being on time to meetings.|
Touché. I guess I should call this park ranger.
Aideen looked up the number for the park’s main office and punched it into her phone. Bringg... Bringg... Bringg... Finally someone answered.
“Hello I’m looking for Connor Grayson. Is he available?” Aideen said in her most professional tone. She was glad to find that it was Connor who had answered the phone.
“Ranger Grayson, I'm glad I caught you. My name is Aideen O’Connell and I’m a reporter for the Los Angeles Times. I’ve been assigned to report on a recent incident with a bear in your park and was hoping you could help me. Would you have time for an interview today?”
She had been up until 3 a.m. writing about the next phase of seemingly never-ending highway improvements. The construction’s overseers had been less than cooperative, giving her only one fifteen-minute interview on the night of her deadline. She was able to stretch that and a couple interviews from commuters into 1,000 words, but it took several cups of coffee and all of her patience.
Aideen woke up at her desk, face on the keyboard and head pounding. She sat up slowly and squinted at the computer screen. After the G and F filled pages came into focus, she glanced down at the time. It was 7:30a.m. Seven thirty! That meant she only had a half hour to make it to her morning meeting. Aideen jumped up from her desk, bashing her knee into an open drawer. She let out an involuntary “Frick!”
“I’m up, I’m up!” Alesdair shouted, jolting awake on his perch in the corner. He stretched his wings and yawned. “The knee again?”
“Shut up,” Aideen growled, glaring at the falcon.
“Down, girl. Someone needs their coffee.”
Aideen downed the rest of a long-since cold cup of coffee that sat on her desk and sprinted to her bedroom, grimacing at the bitter grounds that stuck in her throat. She threw on her slacks, blouse, and blazer, tossed jewelry in her pocket, and pulled on a pair of high-heeled boots. On her way out the door she grabbed her helmet. It was too late for the subway, so she’d have to ride her Ninja.
As Aideen roared through the city, the smell of burning fuel and rubber swirled around her, filling her senses. Alesdair flew high above her, scoping out traffic.
|Turn right up here, there’s a green light|
Thanks. I swear to God, if I’m late to another morning meeting Petrov is going to demote me from infrastructure to local fluff.
|Don’t jinx it.|
~
When Aideen finally walked into the conference room, the whole staff looked her direction. “Aideen. How nice of you to join us,” her boss remarked, gesturing to an empty chair. “Please, have a seat.”
|Looks like a new tie. I hope he spills coffee on it.|
Alesdair was not fond of Gavril Petrov.
The meeting seemed to last longer than usual, but Aideen managed to stay awake. As predicted, Petrov gave her an assignment that, to her, was quite fluffy. Apparently a mother bear had been poached in nearby Blackwater Park. Her cub had been shot but survived the ordeal thanks to the park ranger who found the cub and the veterinarian he took it to. Aideen discussed the assignment with Alesdair as she walked to her desk.
A bear cub. How…cute.
|It could be worse. You have to admit it’s terrible that someone would shoot a cub. And curious that the mother was left there and not taken.|
You’re right, but it’s not the kind of curiosity I’m interested in. I wish he’d let me cover these disappearances I’ve been hearing about.
|Well then maybe you should start being on time to meetings.|
Touché. I guess I should call this park ranger.
Aideen looked up the number for the park’s main office and punched it into her phone. Bringg... Bringg... Bringg... Finally someone answered.
“Hello I’m looking for Connor Grayson. Is he available?” Aideen said in her most professional tone. She was glad to find that it was Connor who had answered the phone.
“Ranger Grayson, I'm glad I caught you. My name is Aideen O’Connell and I’m a reporter for the Los Angeles Times. I’ve been assigned to report on a recent incident with a bear in your park and was hoping you could help me. Would you have time for an interview today?”
OOC: Sorry it took so long >.< I hope it's a good start!
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