(Princess) Mia Thermopolis (tiarafreak) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-02-02 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | mia thermopolis, wade wilson |
Who: Princess Mia Thermopolis, Wade Wilson and some NPC staff
Where: Genovian Consulate
When: After this
What: Mia interviews Wade for a security guard position
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Mia stood in one of the sitting rooms of the Genovian Consulate. From the outside the building wasn’t much to look at, but once one got inside it was like a different world. Marble floors and walls, tapestries on the walls, fancy hand made carpets imported from all over the world, gold trim around the ceiling – it was all a bit decadent in Mia’s opinion.
She still wasn’t one hundred percent keen on the idea of living in LA, especially after all the reports on the news. But her grandmother had told her “if you can survive Los Angeles then you are fit to be the next Queen of Genovia.” Mia honestly wondered if her Grandmother even knew what was going on here.
“Are you should this is a good idea Princess Amelia?” one of the security guards who stood off in a corner of the room asked.
“Well…” Mia sat down on one of the plush couches; she knew her Grandmother would disapprove. Joe, her old head of security would probably feel the same way. Still, Mia didn’t see what the harm was. It was just an interview after all. “If anything goes wrong that’s why you’re in the room.”
The man simply nodded at Mia, and went back to staring at the wall. Mia couldn’t help but grin; she found it almost comical the guards just stared at the wall.
Stepping out into the main hall, Mia called out to the receptionist. “Show him into the sitting room when he gets here.”
“Yes Princess.”
“And ask if he’s hungry at all.”
“Yes Princess.”
“You know…you can call me Mia, right?”
“That wouldn’t be proper, Princess.”
Mia rolled her eyes and went back into the sitting room. She was slightly nervous since she had never done anything like this before. The fact there was a security guard did make her feel better. She couldn’t think of why anyone would want to hurt her, though. It wasn’t like Genovia was a particularly powerful country or even that important – unless you were addicted to Genovian pears. Most people didn’t even know where Genovia was, or had even heard of it.
An image of her mother appeared in her head, dressed in sweat pants and covered in paint and clay, shaking her finger ‘better be safe than sorry, Mia.’
“Right” Mia muttered under her breath sitting down on the couch again. “You can do this Mia…you’re a princess…”
[ooc: Sorry if that was completly lame. German homework has offically killed my brain!]