rachel pirzad can hear a pin drop (thesynesthete) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2012-08-15 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan wuornos, rachel pirzad |
who | Rachel Pirzad and Nate Wuornos
what | Job hunting.
when | Early afternoon
where | The Colligo Police Department
rating | TBD
status | In Progress
When, not long after her arrival, it had become abundantly clear that Asaph was not going to send her home, Rachel had finally resigned herself to locating the apartment she'd been given for the duration of her stay. After that, she had immediately set to work cleaning it from top to bottom, making certain that every single microscopic germ that was in the place was eradicated. Then she had finally gone to sleep, exhausted both from the ordeal of being kidnapped to another planet as well as the cleaning spree to make her new living arrangements bearable. Upon waking the next morning, after a few cups of tea, Rachel had then sat down at the kitchen table and come up with a plan.
First and foremost, she decided, she needed to find a job. Granted she had graciously been given a little bit of cash to tide her over, and she tended to live simply anyway so it would probably last her longer than others, but she knew if she didn't find something to do, she was going to wind up retreating into herself and would eventually be unable to even leave her apartment. So, with that thought in mind, she decided to pay a visit to the police department to see if they were hiring.
Having worked for the CIA, and now the Department of Defense, Rachel figured the local law enforcement was about as close to what she'd done before as she was going to get. Besides. It was either that, or open her own dry cleaners as her father had done, and she really was not cut out for that particular line of work. There were far too many germs and the noises from the machines tended to give her a migraine if she was around them for too long.
Making her way to the address she'd managed to snag from the phone book, Rachel focused on calming her breathing as she peered up at the building. She could do this, she told herself. She could go inside and ask the Chief of Police - a Nate Wuornos, according to the public message boards - for employment. She could handle being rejected, if that's what he opted to do, but furthermore she could present herself in a professional, self-assured manner that would make him not want to reject her proposal. She was an adult and, darn it, she could do this.
Of course, all of the pep talks in the world did squat when she managed to forget them some ten minutes later, as she stood outside of Chief Wuornos' office and raised a trembling hand to knock lightly on his door. Still. To her credit, she didn't turn and flee as he called out to come in. Instead she drew in a calming breath, exhaled slowly, then opened the door and peered inside with a ghost of a nervous smile on her face.
And promptly lost every single bit of nerve that she'd managed to find.
"I-I'm not interrupting, am I? If I am, I can come back. In fact, I should probably do that. Come back, I mean. I'm sure you're very busy and I don't have an appointment and, you know what? I'll just go make one of those at the front desk. Sorry for bothering you." With that, she turned on her heel with the intention of scurrying away as quickly as she could manage.
Dry cleaning, she dejectedly told herself, wasn't a terrible business to own. She would manage. Somehow.