Raiha

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The silver clock on the mantel chimmed twice, and Evrada descended down the stairs, her clock floating behind her as if on a cloud. The servants followed behind. Serving women, nakai, she had hand picked for this job, all were competent, at least somewhat good looking, and all uniform. All had the same brand on their forehead, the mark of the servant, all had their hair tightly pulled back into a severe knot. Their clothes mimiced hers, all that was lacking were the guaze cloak. Evrada signalled and each of them went out into the dinning room. A flurry of cleaning and dusting broke out, one that would make any house keeper glow with pride. Featherduster in hand, Oima, one of the best nakai approached Evrada.[/i] "What's on the agenda for this evening? Just so everyone knows." [i]Evrada didn't reply at first, running through the whole scenario in her head. Arano had told her before, but she wanted it to be perfect this evening. Any fault would fall on her head. After all, she was the supervisor responsible for the 15 nakai that would serve the 20 odd guests, heads of state, and such. Their beloved Prince, Vegeta, would be present.[/i] "We will be serving at least 20 guests, Prince Vegeta included. We're going to do a full course meal and dessert. Dinner's menu has been handed to the chef." "Which is?" "Sirloin steak, ribs, potatoes, sugar snap peas, asparagus, broccoli, mustard greens. Fresh bread, gouda, cheddar, plums, honeyed strawberries, cherries, and probably some dates if they're still in season. I've told the cellarkeeper to broach a barrel of ale. The wine will be opened to breathe at 5, and the beer is on tap in the kitchen. Water, tea, and coffee are there, but I doubt that'll be in much demand." "And our dessert? Something that's probably going to be flashy right?" "Cherries jubilee. It's always a crowd pleaser." "What in Kami's name are we going to do with all the leftovers?" "Feed the hungry. As if they won't dissapear if Arano gets hungry in the later evening. I predict at least one of the guests will show up or ask me for anything left over later." "True that. I'll pass it on." "Good then. Tell the girls to remain calm please. I'll handle both our master and the Prince." [i]Oima nodded and glided away, her functional shoes barely making a noise on the hardwood floor. Evrada opened a drawer on the credenza and pulled out a linen and damask table cloth, something old and grand. She stood at the head of the table and opened it wide with a loud snap. Another nakai caught it at the foot of the table and the two centered it. Oima and her attendents entered from the kitchen door with utensils, napery, and plates. Another two followed with goblets and center pieces. Evrada supervised it all, nodding quietly. The scribe came down with the name cards and she directed where each guest was to sit as well, Arano at the head, Vegeta to his right, and so on and so forth. Once everything was in place, the nakai all retired to the main kitchen. There the cooks served a light dinner of rice and fresh vegtables to everyone. Tea and water were served, but nothing heavy. Evrada forbade the eating of anything that would slow the staff down.[/i] "Ladies, as you know our Prince will be present tonight. You don't need to be told this twice, but I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. Remember the training, and for Kami's sake, please don't do anything to embarrass me. If you do, I promise you won't eat for a month. Any questions?" [i]The nakai responded with a negative. Evrada smiled and dismissed them to wait in various places. Some with platters of apetizers and drinks were waiting in the living room, others stood at entrances to doors, waiting to give directions when the guests arrived. Evrada checked her reflection in a mirror, then looked at the clock and waited patiently.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The breakfast was dispersed to hungry servants who rarely were allowed such a treat. Evrada ate her customary breakfast of fruit and a glass of milk. Nothing more was required. Her metabolism was so slow, all she needed was one meal a day. So eating heavy solid food like her master had suggested, would slow her down for a week, and she prefered to be constantly able to move quickly when asked to. Bianya woke some time later and requested a lunch. Evrada complied quietly enough, putting together a slightly lighter version of Arano's breakfast. The handmaiden, and quite frankly, the servant's director stood to attention while the lady ate, her face empty of any expression. It was as if she had no emotion in her. She took the tray when Bianya signaled she was done and returned quietly with ointment and light bandages. Bianya waved them away dissmisively.[/i] "I'm fine. Nothing on me needs attention." "Arano told me to take care of you." "I'm not a child, I'll be just fine. Now go. Do something else." "Yes Ma'am." [i]Evrada, thus dismissed, left the room and returned the medical supplies. Mission thus fufilled, she returned to her room and removed her outer cloak. Then she slid off her boots, her earrings, and the chain at her waist. Her spare, form fitting shirt and pants followed. Once suitably naked, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the bath house. As soon as she was there, Evrada cranked on the hot water to an almost unberable temperature. Once the steam was filling the room, she imersed herself in water and closed her eyes. The steam followed the motions of her hands, tracing themselves in whatever patterns she chose. Once done, she stepped out and dried herself off very slowly. Warm water always slowed her down. In her room, she picked out a slightly more formal outfit. Flared black pants, a slender blouse that clung to her curves, and the chain was flipped around to show the decorative pattern along th e small rings. Her cloak was exchanged for something lighter and easily pinned at the shoulder. Thus attired, she sat and waited for Arano to return. The meeting tonight would require her to serve dinner or desert at the very least.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneffee cleaned up the room she was in, put away her razorblade, and washed her face with ice cold water. She rubbed her skin over once more with a warm wash cloth, then hung everything up to dry. She turned and looked into the fogged up mirror, staring into the eyes of her reflection. Nothing too obscure. It was definetly her. Same curving lips, same half smile, same dark amber eyes, and light skin. She was herself, and that was that. She looked like a girl who had gotten a good night's sleep. "Ah but who wouldn't? Resting in that hot bitche's lap." "Her name is Vivian." If the words had been spoken outloud, Geneffee's teeth would've been gritted as she ground out the words through a clenched jaw. The voice receeded as quickly as it had come to her, and she shook her head, rubbing her temples as if to clear it. Once she was standing at the closet, she slid the heavy doors open and pulled out her uniform. The material slid cooly over her freshly washed skin, conforming to each and every line of her body. She opened her mouth slightly, almost purring at the effect. She buckled on her no nonsense, heavy duty army boots. Her belt was strapped on, gun in holster, small tablets placed in their holders. She turned and opened the door, walking out.[/i][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=Purple][i]Evrada Cuidad knelt on the hardwood floor of her sparsely furnished room, hands nestled in her lap, resting between the curves of her thighs. Her eyes were tightly shut, and upon closer inespection, she wasn't merely resting. She was meditating. Her thick purple hair was pulled tightly back into a severe chignon and her breathing was so slow, a light glance at her would make you believe she wasn't doing any breathing at all. Her clothing was dark, most of her body covered in a long cloak, and the only visible flesh was the skin of her face. A circular scar, a burn mark, etched into the center of her forehead, pulsed ever so slightly with her respiration. Anyone using a scanner would've found her power level resting at 500 on the dot. This unsightly and intensely low level was one of the reaons she had been employed in Master Karakkaze's house. Nothing about her hinted at threat, everything from her face to her body language seemingly exuded subservience. But she didn't mind. Doormats lived much longer than the heros. Most heros anyway. And her current state was more stable than anything else she'd ever known. With her lower power levels, she was an easy target. Her mother blamed it on the fact that her deadbeat father wasn't a Saiya-jin like her. As well as she could guess, Evrada's father was a magic user of søme kind. The only explination for her thick purple hair and flat expressionless eyes. At least she had inherited the tail. It was her saving grace, the only thing that kept her from being totally pathetic. She lowered her head ever so slightly and her power level shifted upwards slowly. It rose and fell in curves, measured curves, that she checked as part of muscle control. Her inner eye visualized the first time she had actually fought.[/i] "Hey. Look what I found." "What?" "A hot little pussy." [i]She was incessed, and fought like someone posessed. With steady movements, she evaded every blow from the two men attempting to rape her. Two knocks to the base of the skull with a knifeblade hand and one went down. The remaining man charged her only to be thrown off balance and into the alley wall. She picked him up once more and threw him again, this time out into the street. He didn't get up. Her mother was proud.[/i] "But I killed them." "That's good for you." [i]Maise Cuidad was overjoyed at her daughter's first kill. Evrada was indifferent. And now, she rarely had to kill. She waited on Arano, her lord and master. Nothing exciting ever happened to her, and she liked it that way.[/i] ............ [i]Her eyes opened and her powe rlevel surged like her blood pressure, 300 volts, minimum. She had felt something, and it had snapped her out of her thoughts. Evrada stood, her robes swirling around her body. Then she climbed the staircase to what Arano and others called the "battlements." There she looked up with pupiless eyes.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The door slid open when the Captain passed by, but Geneffee made no effort to conceal her body and the body of Vivian. Both were naked, and reposing on the bedspread, various bits of clothing littering the floor like confettie. She looked up and smiled at him. Vivian stirred in her sleep, but didn't move. She brought up one finger to her lips and made the sign for quiet. Allen whispered softly.[/i] "What happened in here?" "Just some playing, nothing important." [i]He raised an eyebrow, but left and the door closed again. She smiled and leaned against the wall. Vivain's arms were tucked tightly around her waist, her eyes closed, mouth only slightly open. She hummed softly in her sleep, moving her hips slightly. Geneffee alughed to herself but didn't move. She would be loath to disturbe Vivian, who had been deprived of sleep for so long.[/i] "Good girl." [i]"She's still posessed." "What of it? We love each other. I'll watch out." "Don't let down that guard of yours." "If I do, you'll be sure to remind me, even when it isn't let down." "True that."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=darkorchid]Name: Ithilar Kava Age: 28 Gender: Female Biography: Born to a pair of scientists and instilled with a respect for science and the human body. She's been a part of experiments before, and her current line of study involves pregnant women and the effects of various substances. People question her motives, but she appears to love science for the love of science. And if humans are advanced in the process, so much the better. Recommendation: [url]http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=32366[/url] SYF: Águila Del Desierto, by Liam and company. I also have plenty of snippets if you are so interested [which I doubt].[/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple]Name: Evrada Cuidad Age: 26 Nickname: Ever Height: 5'6" Weight: 128lbs. Appearance: see attachment, purple hair, pale skin, deadpan expression more often than not. As for clothing, color is changeable as she varies between purple, dark blue, silver, and blood red. Biography/History: Born a half breed and a bastard to boot, Evrada is the daughter of a Saiya-jin female and a father of unknown breed. The purple hair and emotionless eyes are apparently a father thing, since she recieved a strong body and a tail from her mother. More often than not, Evrada keeps a mealoncholy expression on her face and doesn't seem too interested in the persuit of happiness and power. She serves her masters without question, mutely, calmly, and effectively. Some have sought her out as a wife, if only for her beauty and strong genetic code, but she remains aloof and completely untouchable. Those that think she can be quickly overtaken by force, i.e. people that judge her by power level alone, etc, are usually found a day later in an alley, dead or dying. She has apparently no ambition, no loyalties except to her masters, and quite frankly, no prospects. Signature Attacks: Dirge: a songspell that drains your energy. The positives are that this kind of attack can be done from very far away. The downside is if the victem has a high powerlevel, requiring more intensity in the song. Wall: Just what it sounds like. A mostly defensive energy barrier that protects the caster more often than not and has a strong backlash when touched by the attacker. Weapons: Chain, worn around the waist, doubles as whip or wire when completely stretched out. Power Level: 20,000[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Genefee slid her fingers up into Vivian's hair, massaging her scalp slowly, wondering just what it was that had come over her. Made her want to swiftly and suddenly lose control like this. To rub smooth skin against skin, and ride until they had both reached some other place. Further from here. She smiled and burried her face between Vivian's breasts, inhaling a scent of soap and roses. Any further thought was quickly whisked away as Vivian rubbed over and around her legs, driving her quite literally up the wall. "You like that....don't you?" "I ....do." It stopped as Vivian pulled back to gague Genefee's response. Which was good. More like desperation. A look that basically made her look like a hungry animal.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Geneefee felt the cold cool metal slide over her fingertips, the razor glistening slightly in her palm. Vivian looked at her casually. As if she wasn't feeling threatened in any way shape or form. She sauntered up to her and caressed the side of her face with the hand not holding the blade. Leaning her face closer to Vivian's, her lips brushing her cheek, her eyelids, her nose, her lips. She responded. One hand slide over Genefee's shoulder, the other slid in a line down her stomach.[/i] "What's the razor for?" "Excitement." [i]Any further conversation was drowned out by the sound of lips pressing against another's, warmer, softer, quieter, then louder again. The sounds blended and the feelings of heat and high took over. A feeling of euphoria, a natural chemical reaction in the brain that sent both women present into a new and altered state of being.[/i] "Is the door closed?" "Yeah."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee got dressed, washed her face, and inserted her headpiece and earrings. Something was nagging her in the back of the mind, something ugly, but she ignored it. Through the hall, she felt something again, and finally knocked on Vivian's door.[/i] "If you are alive, God, please help me..." [i]She knocked, making a light rapping noise with her knuckles against the cold and unyielding metal. With no response she gently kicked it with the heel of her boots.[/i] "Who is it?" "It's Geneefee. Open up in there." "Yeah." [i]The doors slid open and Vivian looked up at him. Quietly, mutely. Geneefee invited herself in and looked around. She turned and looked straight into Vivian's eyes.[/i] "How are you?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee watched the captain out of the corner of her eye as she walked out of the cafeteria. It seemed like her body wasn't her own. She walked. Glided really. In heavy boots over the floor, quietly, calmly, as if nothing was wrong and they weren't going to their certain doom and die alone and unloved far away from home. Pinched and uncomfortable. Traumatized, afraid, and destroyed in mind and body. She sighed and stripped off her clothing, dropping it all on the floor as she went. A shower. A hot shower.[/i] "Oh sweet sweet apathy come to me." [i]She collapsed into the steamy water, moaning to herself very softly. It couldn't get any worse could it? No visions of horror and pale green horse corpses yet. No disembodied heads speaking to her and no horrible scars and bruises and slash marks over other people. No hallucinations. She smiled wryly. It could be her turn next. Geneefee smiled and scrubbed her body with the loofah very slowly. Suds covered her skin, her nipples rising under the touch. She turned and picked up the razor, watching its blades glisten wetly.[/i] "Should I?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Zharra went back to her magazine, quite frankly not carring what Liam thought. And she smiled and shifted and felt the master key to every single door clink gently against the ring on her necklace chain. He wouldn't figure out that the janitor had been beaten up and his keys taken, by her. And that she had planted one other master key on the mantle over the fireplace. Which she was reposing in front of. If he was too dense to look closely, that was his problem. Bradley was in the kitchen, the only door that wasn't locked, besides the bathroom, and standing rather stiffly. His ribs had mostly healed, but Zharra refused to let him off the hook for one minute. She was famous for being mean to her patients, but this really took the carrot cake. He shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing. She had wrapped his ribs, even though they were mended. Still. Breathing wasn't that comfortable. And she had him on medication too.[/i] "When do I take more pills?" "Later. Not now." "But......I want pills..." "Dream on. And rave on. You won't get me to budge." "So when will Liam figure it out?" "Knowing him never." [i]Zharra flicked her magazine open again, crossed her legs delicately, and applied herself to the lated National Geographic article about sea snakes.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Lurred by the scent of coffee, Geneefee left her room and stumbled in, wearing a nightshirt and pajama bottoms, looking teenaged and adorable, and heart wrenchingly young. Too young to be stranded here in a colony from hell. She smiled at the Captain, then removed her mug from the rack and poured a liberal ammount, followed by a heavy dash of cream and about a pint of sugar. She stirred it with the tip of her knife, looking at the wall absentmindedly. He noted she was barefoot on the cold metal floor, and her toenails were painted black. Just like her fingertips. An odd thing to carry to a colony from earth. Geneefee looked up at him and followed his gaze to her feet.[/i] "Are you a foot fetish guy?" "....not that I know of." [i]The face she made was priceless, and Allen burst out laughing. She curled one of her feet around the other and sipped from her mug.[/i] "Please tell me you're not like that." "I am not a foot fetish person." "Thank goodness."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Zharra cooly shoved aside all aids, LPNs, and nurses attempting to get at Bradley. Instead, she laid him out on the nearest available and free hospital bed. Once there she opened the cupboard and took out a roll of bandages. Then she removed his shirt and ran a hand down his chest. He squirmed slightly when she found the broken rib. She noted it with one eye, then placed her fingers over it and began wrapping carefully. He winced as she tightened them up, then closed them expertly. He sat up and focused on breathing slowly. She handed him a painkiller and a glass of water.[/i] "Drink up." "What is it with Liam?" "He's ......derranged. He's juvenille. I keep forgetting how much older I am compared to the rest of the team." "What did Rae say?" "She's too unfocused to say much of consequence besides telling me to not kill Liam. Believe me, I would've broken his nose, his nutsack, and his neck." [i]She clawed her fingers and relished the sound of cracking knuckles. He watched her face change from peaceful to anger. A flicker of rage, and then she was back to being calm again. He blinked. She was like that. Zharra happy, Zharra mad. Just like that.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Allen walked down the hall, looking for the security room. He followed a sound of quietbreathing, the click of fingernails against pannels, and the brush of fabric against skin. Once he walked in, he felt a wave of calm wash over him. He looked up. Geneefee was standing by one of the working computers, staring up at the screen, the lights reflecting on her ivory skin. Green, red, and purple lines, crisscrossing over her face, brought him back. She turned quietly and smiled at him very softly. He walked in slowly, and stopped behind her, looking at the display. She extended her index finger and pointed at the blinking lights.[/i] "The probes I sent out into the moon several days ago have finally shown me a general location of where the ship is." "What kind of probes?" "Heat seeking mostly. The place is so dead, it instantly attracted them." [i]She indicated with her fingers what could only be a long low trench on the topographical maps. It dipped very steeply and could've once been carved by a very large ocean or river.[/i] "Here. And here." [i]He nodded quietly. She turned and looked over her shoulder, noting his red eyes.[/i] "You were crying." [i]Her voice was not accusing, but gentle and soft. He felt shaken by how calm she was.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee made sure everyone was comfortable, then s he armed the whole system one more time, ran a security sweep and check, then entered her own quarters and collapsed into bed. An inert lump. With her face pressed deep into the pillow, she moaned very loudlly, her noise echoing and richocheting off of the walls. She clutched her body pillow to her chest and groaned again, hoping to relieve the exhaustion and stress mounting on her. "A group. A skeleton group. Not enough to make a change." She turned her head and rolled over, looking up at the ceiling. It was bare, metal, devoid of life. How she longed that her husband was there. Her dead husband. Back on earth. She looked back, tilting her head up. "We're doomed. Aren't we?" "No." She smiled to herself. There's always hope. If she had learned anything from her family with deep Chinese roots, there was always hope.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee moved away quickly and seemingly glided to the sink. She pulled a bottle from the cupboard and filled it to the brim with tap water. Then she quietly dropped in two iodine tablets and waited for it to settle. She walked back and held it to Allen's lips. He drank slowly and she held his head steady. When he was done, she set it down on the counter and wiped his lips with her sleeve. Van looked at her gratefully.[/i] "Why the iodine?" "We couldn't adapt to the water here. It made everyone sick." "....you would think we could, but we were never able to adapt to lots of things here, even when we had help." [i]Vivian looked a bit forlorn when she she said this, and her movements spoke volumes. Geneefee was silent, then sat down next to the Captain and looked at her hands.[/i] "So what is the plan?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Mr. Eriks was in a mood the entire day, so Leilong steered clear. Whenever he passed through, she either had her head burried in the filing cabinet or suddenly developed a reason to go to the bathroom. Although...that wasn't so hard. Her mood matched the weather and her body responded to the new moon. With a full blown period, she was not feeling any need to be kind and warm and friendly like usual. Instead she felt like clawing anything that came close enough for her to snatch into her comfort zone. Speaking of comfort, that was hard to come by. Her body was tense, her muscles sore, and her poor back refused to let her rest at night. "Alone." She labelled files, used the bathroom, answered the phone, strained to be polite to people, and signed for several UPS packages. As she used the box cutter to open them, she found herself wondering why she had no boyfriend, no life, and no sudden wave of happiness. It was Christmas for goodness sake. Why wasn't she feeling good? Maybe it was just hormones. Leilong couldn't tell. She sighed and opened the boxes. Nothing for her anyway. She placed the supplies where they belonged and opened the cabinets. Dusty. She wiped them down with a wet rag and put the new papers and folders away.[/i] "Alone..." [i]Leilong finished up, and closed everything down, locking it with one of the several keys on her ring. Mr. Eriks walked back in and looked at her. Then plodded on through to his office. She breathed a sigh as soon as his door closed, then grabed her purse and belongings and headed out.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee Ryan swung down from her post and landed with a dull thud on the metal plated walkway. Her no nonsense boots made very little noise as she walked towards the sickbay, the place where they were holding the USAF people that had crash landed without warning and without ceremony. "Earth to the rescue..." She had watched their descent, but it wasn't her job to do that. She saw their insignia, she knew they were scheduled to arrive. More or less. But lately her job as Cheif of Security wasn't making too much sense anymore. What was she going to watch and take care of? Vivian? And now there were people who could take much better care of things than she could. So much for her career out here in hell. Her family would be real proud. "Yes Mom, I'm on a massacred colony of people that had no idea what they were getting into, me included. I'm one of a miniscule ammount of survivors that really should be dead considering all we've been through." She tugged her uniform into place once more and walked through the double swinging doors to the sickbay. Vivian looked up and smiled slightly. She looked worn, Geneefee made a mental note to check up on that later. In the meantime, she turned her attention towards who she knew was the Captain in charge of this whole mess.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]She fired up the PC, jiggling her foot while it booted. She was still home, and she had another 20 minutes before she had to zoom to work. Her mail box blithely informed her of e-mail from an ex boyfriend, e-mail from her FedExed services, and e-mail from old friends away in graduate school on the other side of the coast. She sighed and looked out the window. Rain. Pouring rain. She shifted her gaze to the opposite wall where her old family creché was sitting. Mary and Joseph and a donkey, while the stable housed a flock of sheep, horses, and a milk cow. Soon the set would be complete. But in the meantime, she listened to holiday Ska and typed up a new entry for her online journal. People read it, of course, if only in the vain hope that she would buy new lingere for herself this Christmas holiday and post pictures of herself wearing it. Ah yes, that would be the greatest gift imagineable for them. Leilong laughed and put everything to sleep, then shoved both feet into her galoshes, buttoned up her slicker, grabbed the umbrella and stowed her purse and files underneath the fold of her lapel. then, she made the 40 yard dash from her doorstep to the car in 10 seconds flat. Once there she threw everything haphazardly into the passenger seat, flicked on the lights, threw off the brakes, and zoomed out of the garage, headlights blazing. In a record time, she made it to work, found a semi-decent parking spot, and got out, holding her umbrella close to her body to fend off the lashing winds threatening to rip it from her hands.[/i] "Rain. I hate rain." [i]She skirted dangerous taxis, leapt over a dog and slid on wet pavement right to the door and opened it just in time to see Mr. Eriks walk up.[/i] "Good morning sir!" "You're too cheerful in thsi dismal weather. .....get inside and dry off." "Yes sir." [i]He held open the door while she ducked under his arm and stepped inside, folding up her umbrella and taking off her slicker.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Leilong sat at her desk, legs folded neatly, one heeled foot dangling from her knee, visible from behind. She leaned forward, peering at the rolodeck, searching for the precise address to mail the next flyer. She heard Mr. Eriks before she saw him. His foosteps came to her from behind, and she didn't move. Instead she continued her work until he addressed her directly. That didn't come. Instead he looked down at the papers in his hands, sighing and rubbing his eyes intermittently. Leilong continued to hold her charming silence and waited patiently for him to speak. She didn't have to wait long.[/i] "Miss Ryan. What are you doing this Christmas? Have any family to visit on your vacation?" "No sir. I usually stay at home, light a fire in the fireplace, listen to music, and read a book or two. Why do you ask sir?" "My wife has filed for a divorce." "I'm sorry sir." "She says I'm not satisfying her needs. So I'll be spending my Christmas alone as well." [i]Leilong blinked. This was a new and unexpected twist. If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn he was hitting on her. He sighed and walked into his office, leaving her with no further orders. His confused secretary shrugged to herself and filled out the right address, writing in a clear firm hand, using one of several fountain pens from her desk mug. As she wrote, she noticed a drop of ink splash down and catch her on the wrist. She peered closely, then grabbed a Kleenex and rubbed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Leilong was exhausted. Catering to the needs of her boss, the phone, the files, the endless notes and recourses, agendas, itenirary. All she wanted was to get home and sleep. She grasped her belongings and headed for the door, ducking out into the biting snap of the cold winter weather before her boss could find her and stop her. Then order her about some useless and ultimately frustrating meeting. She made it to the car, turned it on, and cruised home in the traffic, ridin out the lights, nearly falling asleep at a stop sign.[/i] "Home. Bed. Medicine. Sleep." [i]She repeated this mantra, about to make it into the garage. As soon as she did, she locked up, staggared up the stairs, managed somehow to unlock her door and stumble in. Behind her, the bolts locked themselves automatically and she pulled off her overcoat, scarves, purse, and bags. Then she nearly fell over her books as she tried to make it to the sofa. Several valiant attempts later, she realized that she should just give up.[/i] "Bah...I'll set up the creche tomorrow."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]"I wasn't expecting us to actually have sex you know....." "Oh yes, and you look like you're just suffering so bad with me holding you between my legs." "Ah, the pain, the pain." [i]She swatted him and nearly pulled away, but his arms held her still. She raised one eybrow, slightly surprised, but then got over it in a trice. The two kissed passionately, sinking and rising alternately, gasping for breath, dipping their tongues in together. Making love as if their lives would end any minute. Allen felt her fingers dig into his back and he gripped her hips roughly, getting a good grip. The weightlessness of the water bouyed them up and down, matching their movements perfectly. Vera leaned down and nipped her teeth into his neck, causing him to nearly crush her body to his, pulling in deeper, refusing to let her go, even for a second.[/i] "You're hurting me." "You bit my neck." "So screw me and we'll call it even." [i]He laughed and swung her around, nearly lifting her completely out of the water.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Leilong Ryan bustled into the office she worked at, holding two shopping bags and one black leather purse on her shoulders. She dumped everything behind her sizeable secretary's desk and thumped down in her chair. With confident fingers, she opened each bag and wrapped the gifts expertly, twisting the bows around her fingers and writing the name cards in beautiful calligraphy. A set of notecards for a cousin, a love letter to a friend off fighting in a terrible war, a box of chocolates for her family so far away. And for her boss, a new box of monogramed stationary. That would be sure to placate him. He was always so indescribably angry, she could never figure it out. His foil wrapped box was placed expertly on his table and she finally took the time to unwrap herself from a thick wool serape and a knitted scarf. She folded both after shaking out the snow, gathered from the cool city weather. After draping them across her straight backed chair, she put all the newly wrapped gifts into one bag and stowed her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk. Then she began addressing the customary letters of Holiday cheer to various buisnesses her company associated with. Next she replied to the numerous phone calls, writing down in a very neat short hand everything that would have to go to her boss later. She would type that up in an official report to save him from complaining that he couldn't read her immaculate handwriting. The phone rang.[/i] "You've reached the office of Mr. Eriks. Who's calling?" "This is Mrs. Eriks. Is my husband in?" "I'm sorry, he's running behind this morning, can I take a message?" "Tell him to check his mail so there's no misunderstandings later. Just write that down word for word, he'll get it later." "Yes Ma'am. Is that all?" "Yes Leilong. Thank you." "Merry Christmas!" [i]It wasn't difficult for Leilong to put on a cheerful voice. After all, she was ahead of schedule, her office space was clea, and she was doing her job perfectly.[/i] "Yes..." [i]She sounded distracted, but Secretary extrordinaire Ms. Leilong Ryan was used to such things. She hung up and began folding bills and papers away. As she stood topopen the door and dash to the mail box, she nearly careened right into her boss.[/i] "Oh! Mr. Eriks! Good morning! I'm so sorry." "Yes....good morning to you. Did my wife call?" "Yes sir, I have her note on my desk." "See that it reaches mine immediately." "Of course sir." [i]Leilong dashed out, dropped the numerous official mail envelopes, and then made it back in, closing the door quickly behind her. She gathered up every note for him, typed them out, and placed them on his desk, where he was busy reading next week's itinerary.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Leilong Ryan Age: 24 Gender: Female Occupation: Secretary Appearance: see attatchment Personality: Charming, sweet, gentle, calm, and rather seductive. She can be quite sarcastic when asked stupid questions, but otherwise she's easy to get along with, delightful in bed, and otherwise adorable. Single/Taken: Single and looking Bio: Used to the busy rush of the holidays, an expert at note taking, and able to multitask like no other. She's an expert with organizing files and folders and has yet to succumb to carpel tunnel syndrome. Leilong has a lovely phone personality that puts even the most disgruntled of customers at ease, and usually gets things to run smoothly. If they don't, she suffers in her paycheck, via her evil boss.[/COLOR]