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Post by Yukimura Hibiki on Jun 16, 2013 4:02:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #eee; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #fff; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: right; color: #494949;]TUG OF WAR, SWEET AS SIN[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I LET GO, I FELL IN[/style][/style][/style] | [style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]T[/style] here were times when Scepter4 Headquarters was bustling with people; other times, it felt much like an abandoned building. Many employed here often came late morning, and left near midnight, leaving the Headquarters empty....apart from the employees that had night shifts, that is. And of course, those people were never fun to talk to -- they were practically living dead once it hit 6AM.
But this was the Headquarters that Hibiki loved to work in. There were never nagging superiors demanding you to do something, nor colleagues mulling around doing who-knows-what so early in the morning
Hibiki pushes his chair away from the desk and props his feet up. He had pulled an all-nighter last night to finish a book, and by the time he glanced up at the clock on his nightstand, it had already been blinking 5:18AM.
What else was there to do other than go to work?
The bluenet stifled a yawn, tears dancing at the edge of his eyes, before he stretched. In the middle of stretching however, he heard the door creak, and paused for a moment to see who had entered the room. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]REIZEN SHIORI[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]193[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]It's been a while since I've written anything D:[/style] [/style][/style] |
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Post by reizen shiori on Jun 17, 2013 2:55:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; ,bTable] the lieutenant didn't usually get to the offices this early. her job is to manage people, and there’s not as many people to manage at six in the morning. that’s just an inefficient use of rest time that she could be using to improve her daytime performance.
that’s not to say that she will condemn any regular officers for arriving at the offices earlier than their usual. when grunt work meant paperwork and surveillance, then there was a bit more flexibility. as long as they fulfilled their scheduled obligations, that is.
yet she’s here, stepping inside of the main control room. shiori had been thinking about the recent strain epidemic when she had gone to sleep that night, so she decided not to go back to sleep when she roused at half past five. appeasing her own conscience - that’s how it’s always been. she can’t say that it’s made her a better officer, but shiori doesn’t know of any other way to live.
just as she enters the room, the six a.m. shift starts shuffling into the room. shuffling. the lieutenant decides that she doesn’t like that. it implied a lack of discipline. or a lack of coffee in the office pot. either way, responsibility is rather lacking this particular morning.
the old officer reizen probably would have ignored them in favor of paperwork. lieutenant reizen doesn’t have the same luxury. just as the blue clansmen are starting up their computers, shiori walks to the front of the room. her presence at six a.m is enough to rouse the attention of many. they expect a speech.
shiori doesn’t give them one. “work with purpose”
the less words that she speaks, the closer they will listen when she finally does. there is considerably less shuffling after that. lieutenant reizen is content.
she gives a glance at the man whose feet are propped up on the desk, but she does not comment. for yukimura is only an individual. leading an organization also meant that she should have faith. faith that one of the other officers will tell him off in her stead.
she is not disappointed. with that, the lieutenant starts walking towards her desk. | | yukimura [atrb=valign,bottom] | |
LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Yukimura Hibiki on Jun 23, 2013 11:23:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #eee; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #fff; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: right; color: #494949;]TUG OF WAR, SWEET AS SIN[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I LET GO, I FELL IN[/style][/style][/style] | [style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]T[/style] he door opened, revealing the tall blonde that was Scepter4's very own lieutenant. Hibiki raised an eyebrow in surprise -- it was quite rare for Lieutenant Reizen, or really, anyone of importance to shuffle their arse into the office so early in the morning (well, perhaps shuffle wasn't the right word to describe Reizen Shiori. Glide would be a better word to describe how she walked).
But of course, because this was the lieutenant that had come into the office so early in the morning, Hibiki could already feel his mood dropping down from envisioning all the lectures he'd get later on during the day. A simple glance at one of his colleague at the desk next over got the working man telling him to put his feet on the ground.
What a bummer. Old people these days don't know how to enjoy their lives, Hibiki thought in annoyance. The office was just so uptight sometimes. It wasn't as if he disliked everyone in Scepter4, it was just that because of the organization's affiliation with the government, it was almost like being kept on a tight leash.
Rules and moral: what a bother.
After putting his feet down on the ground and tapping his fingers restlessly against his laptop's keyboard for a few moments, he sighed. Because today's work consisted of only paperwork, the bluenet was almost done. Even so, he had to fill his daily quota of working hours and even if he finished early, someone, somewhere in the department was bound to find more work for him to do.
So Yukimura rolled his chair next to the lieutenant's desk and sat down. "Work with purpose~!" he mimicked in a teasing tone. The office was silent for a few moments as he surveyed the working lieutenant with a critical eye. "Say, Lieutenant," he propped a hand against his cheek, "You don't talk much, do you? I don't think I've heard you speak more than a few sentences at a time, to be honest," the teenage mused, trying to recall the few times he had seen the lieutenant. He had only joined Scepter4 recently just after getting out of school, but had figured that the organization had quite a few strange ones employed.
[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Reizen Shiori[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]000[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]sorry for the late reply asdfghjkl;[/style] [/style][/style] |
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