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Ythania
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[BCOLOR=transparent]"Because of you and your wizard-of-oz posse -I'm- left without a damn air conditioner in my own fuckin' office!" Brooks practically spat, using an already drenched handkerchief to dab away at the excessive amount of sweat pooling around his neck. "You better get me some fuckin' results, or I swear I'm goin' to start sending you all out to start suckin' dick for an income!" he continued to growl, pacing behind his desk.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Abigail sighed out a "Yessir," idly clutching at the heap of files before her. She shifted her weight a little, scowling as the combination of sweltering heat, uncomfortable uniform and screaming Brooks slowly chipped away at her patience. She fanned herself with her hand and waited out his temper tantrum until she was able to politely excuse herself - the moment the office door clicked shut Abigail dropped the files onto the nearest desk, pulled off her blazer and waved her hands under her armpits. "Fuck me, here goes nothing…" she mumbled to herself as she pulled the blazer back on and went downstairs.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The reception into the Downtown Central Police Station was just as scorching hot as the rest of the building, even though it was barely half past seven in the morning. An indifferent and morbidly obese receptionist with the nametag 'Bertha' was licking the icing sugar off her fingers from her breakfast (a donut), and the faint whirr of a completely useless desk fan accompanied the low rush of passing cars and the click of the clock on the wall. In the corners of the room, a few droopy office plants attempted to liven up the cracking paint and dull plastic waiting-room chairs. To the left was the door to the disabled bathroom, propped open by a doorstop and revealing the out-of-place hearth crackling inside. It only added to the uncomfortable heat.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]This was also conveniently the meeting place for many of the new rookies for the MCLE division. A small handful of witches, wizards and no-maj were milling around in the room itself, some of whom were attempting small-talk whilst others tugged at their damp shirts or flapped hands in front of their faces. Every so often, a man or woman in uniform would pass by the corridor at the back and be stared at hopefully by a couple of the more impatient newcomers; none of them knew that the blonde lady who peered curiously at the assembled groups would soon be their new boss. Abigail strutted past the opening and make her way into the ladies' restroom first.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Peering at her reflection in the cracked mirror made Abigail scowl again. She just looked so...old. Her hair was kept in place by an ungodly amount of hairspray, the makeup she wore was starting to melt and make her nonexistent creases seem all the more visible. Not to mention that her second-hand blazer, shirt and pencil skirt looked like something right out of the 60s and felt like she should be going to a funeral. Abigail used the handsoap and water to get as much of her makeup off as possible, and pulled her tight up-do so her lanky hair tumbled down her back once more. A little knot of fear started to form in her stomach; what if she wasn't a good leader? Almost immediately, Abigail crushed that thought and strode purposefully out of the bathroom.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Alright you bastards here's the deal!" shouted Abigail over the hubbub, slamming the folders down onto Bertha's desk. "Welcome to the Brooklyn PD - more specifically, welcome to the MCLE division. First thing's first - this isn't like the shit you see in the adverts. If anyone's expecting anything like that, you can just go home right now and save us the bother of firing you." Abigail's tone was severe but her eyes lit up with excitement and a sly grin played on her features. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We're technically meant to start the tour at eight, but fuck it; come on over and give me your full name, one at a time, so I can sign you all in and get this show on the road." Abigail brandished a clipboard and pen, seemingly from nowhere. She half-sat on the edge of Bertha's desk and received a particularly reproachful look in return. "Well? I don't bite...well, not without a proper reason. You're in safe hands."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Abigail sighed out a "Yessir," idly clutching at the heap of files before her. She shifted her weight a little, scowling as the combination of sweltering heat, uncomfortable uniform and screaming Brooks slowly chipped away at her patience. She fanned herself with her hand and waited out his temper tantrum until she was able to politely excuse herself - the moment the office door clicked shut Abigail dropped the files onto the nearest desk, pulled off her blazer and waved her hands under her armpits. "Fuck me, here goes nothing…" she mumbled to herself as she pulled the blazer back on and went downstairs.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The reception into the Downtown Central Police Station was just as scorching hot as the rest of the building, even though it was barely half past seven in the morning. An indifferent and morbidly obese receptionist with the nametag 'Bertha' was licking the icing sugar off her fingers from her breakfast (a donut), and the faint whirr of a completely useless desk fan accompanied the low rush of passing cars and the click of the clock on the wall. In the corners of the room, a few droopy office plants attempted to liven up the cracking paint and dull plastic waiting-room chairs. To the left was the door to the disabled bathroom, propped open by a doorstop and revealing the out-of-place hearth crackling inside. It only added to the uncomfortable heat.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]This was also conveniently the meeting place for many of the new rookies for the MCLE division. A small handful of witches, wizards and no-maj were milling around in the room itself, some of whom were attempting small-talk whilst others tugged at their damp shirts or flapped hands in front of their faces. Every so often, a man or woman in uniform would pass by the corridor at the back and be stared at hopefully by a couple of the more impatient newcomers; none of them knew that the blonde lady who peered curiously at the assembled groups would soon be their new boss. Abigail strutted past the opening and make her way into the ladies' restroom first.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Peering at her reflection in the cracked mirror made Abigail scowl again. She just looked so...old. Her hair was kept in place by an ungodly amount of hairspray, the makeup she wore was starting to melt and make her nonexistent creases seem all the more visible. Not to mention that her second-hand blazer, shirt and pencil skirt looked like something right out of the 60s and felt like she should be going to a funeral. Abigail used the handsoap and water to get as much of her makeup off as possible, and pulled her tight up-do so her lanky hair tumbled down her back once more. A little knot of fear started to form in her stomach; what if she wasn't a good leader? Almost immediately, Abigail crushed that thought and strode purposefully out of the bathroom.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Alright you bastards here's the deal!" shouted Abigail over the hubbub, slamming the folders down onto Bertha's desk. "Welcome to the Brooklyn PD - more specifically, welcome to the MCLE division. First thing's first - this isn't like the shit you see in the adverts. If anyone's expecting anything like that, you can just go home right now and save us the bother of firing you." Abigail's tone was severe but her eyes lit up with excitement and a sly grin played on her features. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We're technically meant to start the tour at eight, but fuck it; come on over and give me your full name, one at a time, so I can sign you all in and get this show on the road." Abigail brandished a clipboard and pen, seemingly from nowhere. She half-sat on the edge of Bertha's desk and received a particularly reproachful look in return. "Well? I don't bite...well, not without a proper reason. You're in safe hands."[/BCOLOR]
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