Ophelia Sinclair (artofthesteal) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-07 12:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | bryant, cycle003, incomplete, ophelia |
WHO: Ophelia and Bryant
WHAT: Guest Services - "We're here to help!"
WHERE: Deck 4
WHEN: June 1st, Noon
WARNINGS: TBD
Ophelia cursed beneath her breath as she scurried down the halls of the ship, still working on putting on her shoes as she slid around the corner, a hair tie held between her teeth. She was running late, which was never good, though since she had spent the night in Max’s cabin, she hadn’t remembered to set her alarm in order to be up on time to make it to her post. She hadn’t gotten to sleep until around 5:30 in the morning, and was scheduled to be on the clock at 12, and it was already 12:10. Once she got her shoes on, she worked on tying up her hair into a neat ponytail as she squeezed by guests, finally getting to where she was supposed to be, out of breath and looking a little disheveled to boot.
“Okay, I’m here!”
She announced, flashing an apologetic smile to her boss who looked less than amused.
“Shirt.”
The single word made her furrow her brows together, but she looked down and quickly began tucking in the oxford she was wearing into her skirt, bending one of her knees in order to adjust one of her pumps. She fidgeted a little, smoothing down her hair before he gave her a grunt and a dismissive wave of his hand – his way of telling her to get to work. She let out a breath of relief, glad that she didn’t get reamed out for her tardiness, and just turned around to get to work, still fidgeting in order to make sure she looked acceptable. The last step of getting ready involved pinning her name badge to her chest, and it was as though the tiny black font which read ‘GUEST SERVICES’ beneath her name acted as a beacon, because someone was already approaching her. She turned to them, giving one of those big, pretty smiles that made her entire face light up. It was well practiced without looking forced.
“Good afternoon! Is there anything I can help you with?”