nadia costa (treta) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-08-05 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [08] august, jadyn hunter, nadia costa |
Who: Jadyn Hunter & Nadia Costa
Where: LBJ Library
What: Belated introductions to the head of security, and making a case.
When: Today
It had been bad timing, all around: join the shelter and then its leader promptly went missing. But careful probing of the people around her had revealed that this sort of thing hadn’t happened before, and Olivia had lived here for two years, so the place seemed secure enough. It was something out of the ordinary, extenuating circumstances, unforeseen calamity. Nadia knew all about unforeseen calamity.
And she’d kept an eye on the head of security from afar: the harried-looking blonde, who mostly projected an air of calmness and sternness, each movement crisp and utilitarian with military efficiency. But with word of Wolfe having been found, the hubbub had finally died down: daily search parties were no longer being sent out, the frenzy ebbed down to a low-boil tension—still fraught, still on edge, the curfew still in place due to the murders, but things were better. Less frantic.
Accordingly, since she already knew Savannah, it seemed like a good time for Nadia to make her introductions to the other woman who ran this place.
Nadia made her way to the second floor, which housed the armoury and Hunter’s sleeping quarters beside it. She took a deep breath, running through the English in her head first; it was an act of mental preparation she always did these days, refreshing phrases and practicing her opening lines before she opened her mouth and let the stilted language fall out.
Yesterday’s interview had left her feeling surprisingly untethered and still restless: she knew where she was from, but not where she was going. Not yet. You know why you came, doce de coco.
She knocked on the door.