DarknessDawning

LF Long term, multi chara partners (Mature 18+)

Bumpity

LF Long term, multi chara partners (Mature 18+)

Gonna give this a bump and see what comes at me...

Right now i have 3 stories if people keep up posting. So 1-2 more depending on frequency.

Please do not reply if you plan on going through all the set up just to never actually start the rp or drop out a post or two in for personal reasons.

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A few seconds in to the woman's rant Ona began to gravely regret having thrown out Jules' gift. Transfers were always scrutinized more deeply, and this woman obviously had practiced what to say, but Ona found herself having a hard time staying focused against the monotone drone of her voice. She imagined being at home... taking a hot shower, and crawling in to her bed for the next several days while pretending like she no longer existed to the outside world. Jules' voice snapped her out of it, and for a moment she cleared her throat and straightened up a little more in her seat. This was her job, and she needed to be perfect at it. Her reviews depended on making the correct choices.

When Jules prompted her questioning Ona's eyes narrowed briefly. One side of her wanted to ignore his suggestions. He didn't bother to put the little girl against those same standards. Clearly he was nit picking this woman because she wasn't attractive. At the same time, it was his job to direct her currently. Perhaps he saw something that she wasn't remembering at this moment. She'd gone through so many files last night, they all were somewhat blurred together. She cleared her throat again, pushing a small smirk to her lips as she held up her hand for the woman to pause. "I apologize Ms. Nalluen, but in the interest of time... Can you remind me... are you married? Do you have kids? Tell me a little about your home life."

It wasn't the warmest way to move the interview forward, but they only had another 5 minutes or so before the front desk girl would be sending the next body their way. In Ona's anger she'd set them a rather grueling schedule for the day. It was her own way of numbing herself really. It gave her no time to think about anything else.

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Absolutely. I'll let you know if anything else comes up. Right now I anticipate nothing until mid March when I'm going to Tennessee on Vacation for several days, however I'll be bringing my laptop with, so I shouldn't be completely unavailable.

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Sorry for the delay. All caught up! My dissertation topic got approved... so I should be regular now and moving forward. Thank you for your patience.

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It was true… he couldn’t win. Refuse and he was sure to confirm that today he was simply out to defy her… here on this day where she already looked a strange sort of mess that perhaps he still couldn’t place as her outfit reused from the day before and second layer makeup drying and caking over old make up that had never been washed off. If he accepted, then he merely confirmed her assumptions that he was weak minded and easily distracted by cute little things. Something stung her more about the second option. Perhaps the issue was that she didn’t feel like he was distracted by her. He was one of the few constant people in her life; someone that she saw on a daily basis and yet their relationship had never developed beyond professionalism and perhaps casual dishonest friends.

His statement was so quick and brief, she failed to catch herself before her lips curled in to a half amused, half annoyed smirk and she huffed with a sad form of victory… like the sigh of being punched in the gut after purposely antagonizing someone. She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. She picked up the ear piece and fitted it in place. ”I thought you might say that.” Without another word she turned and made her way through the sally port in to the interview room. The older woman on the other side had been distractedly staring at the walls and snapped to attention uncomfortably when Ona appeared. Perhaps she was hoping that someone more approachable would have come through that door. Instead she was left with a sleep deprived oddity that was already pushed to the edge of her tolerance for annoying creatures for today.

”Ms. Nalluen, My name is Ona.” She held her hand out to briefly, stiffly shake the woman’s much more plump digits awkwardly. ”We don’t have much time, shall we get started? … I reviewed your file. You’re a transfer applicant from Convergys? Please take a moment and tell me about your current position and why you’re interested in changing companies.”

LF Long term, multi chara partners (Mature 18+)

Barump

LF Long term, multi chara partners (Mature 18+)

Bumpity.

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When Ona pushed open the door to the waiting room too firmly and it flew back, hitting the wall with a smack, she effectively drew the attention of every person in the room without fail. With her face firm with annoyance she had a bit of a sickly witch look to her... her skin nearly translucent where it was exposed between the matte leather wrap shorts that were too small and the puffy backless top that was too large. The stares from the candidates and the front desk receptionist were just a tad awkwardly long and Ona's pride and self loathing quickly reminded her that she was both being judged, and had not properly prepared this morning.

The change in her face betrayed her most fatal weakness and she stepped in to the room a tab more humble, lowering her eyes to the floor and softening her stance, becoming small and insignificant. "I'll take the next candidate back. Mara, please go ahead and send them back every 15 minutes until noon, then we'll break for lunch and return at one." The receptionist nodded and waved at the next person in line, a short, plump older woman. The rest of the candidates all glanced at each other, seemingly trying to calculate who would make it in before lunch and who would be left waiting an hour before interviews started up again.

Ona lifted her face enough to smile pleasantly at the next candidate. At least there was no reason for Jules to take a liking to this one... She might as well be his sister... or an aunt. Besides, Jules seemed picky with his preference of women. Ona couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him out with anyone, but she somehow imagined him with a nice, warm, attractive girl who always took him to her place instead of going back to his. She held the door open for the woman, and stepped through behind her, letting the door fall shut silently. "Good Morning, right this way."

It was only a couple of minutes before the familiar click click click preceded Ona down the hallway. The door to the interview room opened and the new candidate stepped in, the slightest view of Ona waving a hand to direct her to her seat before the door closed again. Then Ona was at the door, opening it to enter the small cell from which they observed. Somehow she hadn't necessarily expected to walk in to the sight of Jules. She paused, the set of her jaw firming slightly and her eyes flicking over the trashcan before she cleared her throat and stepped to the desk, picking up the next folder. "Perhaps I should take this one... give you a chance to warm up this morning? Or would you like to keep going?" She paused with the folder hovering in her hand halfway between them.

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I'm ready for it! Bring it... I need distraction lol.