10-17-2015, 05:26 PM
Ihsan was met by a breath in the receiver when she stated her intent, and then a dead line.
"Well, that rude bastard." When she muttered to herself it was not in English, but in her dominant Arabic tongue. With a furrowed brow, she tried dialing the number again, but only to find that it simply did not work any longer. No voicemail, no ringing, simply a default error message from the service provider that the number was no longer in service. At first this had Ihsan scowling even harder down at the screen of her phone, but after a half a dozen seconds of thought her brow smoothed, and instead a smile crept over her lips.
"Tomorrow then."
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October 13th, 2015
10:50am
The day was set to be clear but still unseasonably warm for this far into fall, and the station where Officer Brandt worked had been open for walk-ins for some time. The officer at the front desk has probably been on shift for the past few hours, has probably taken their share of reports for stolen goods and even one person insisting their neighbor was practicing polygamy. It wasn't until the countdown for lunch break was on the horizon that the sound of stilettos filled the lobby.
The woman who walked up to the counter was tall in the sharp white heels that she was wearing, but probably average height without them. She was wearing a pair of light colored denims that were rolled at the ankles to better show off the shoes, with a deep-necked white tank top on beneath a cropped up black leather jacket. Her skin was dark, as was her hair and her eyes. Her hair had been slicked back into a stern ponytail, and her eyebrows were clean-waxed and lined, make-up without a smudge and done by an expert hand. She smiled pretty with dark plum lips and tapped dark plum fingernails on the counter once when she came up to the front desk. With an elbow settled on the counter and a hip tossed out as she leaned, she inquired in an exotic accent on a low purr of a voice.
"Hello, I'm looking for Officer Brandt. Could you call him down for me, please?" With a wink, she added: "I'm surprising him, he does not know I'm in town."*
*Ms. Ghali @ 5:22PM
[I'm here to surprise him, you see (don't tell him who's here, thank you): Appearance 3 + Subterfuge 2]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 5, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
jamie @ 5:25PM
[WITNESSED]
"Well, that rude bastard." When she muttered to herself it was not in English, but in her dominant Arabic tongue. With a furrowed brow, she tried dialing the number again, but only to find that it simply did not work any longer. No voicemail, no ringing, simply a default error message from the service provider that the number was no longer in service. At first this had Ihsan scowling even harder down at the screen of her phone, but after a half a dozen seconds of thought her brow smoothed, and instead a smile crept over her lips.
"Tomorrow then."
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October 13th, 2015
10:50am
The day was set to be clear but still unseasonably warm for this far into fall, and the station where Officer Brandt worked had been open for walk-ins for some time. The officer at the front desk has probably been on shift for the past few hours, has probably taken their share of reports for stolen goods and even one person insisting their neighbor was practicing polygamy. It wasn't until the countdown for lunch break was on the horizon that the sound of stilettos filled the lobby.
The woman who walked up to the counter was tall in the sharp white heels that she was wearing, but probably average height without them. She was wearing a pair of light colored denims that were rolled at the ankles to better show off the shoes, with a deep-necked white tank top on beneath a cropped up black leather jacket. Her skin was dark, as was her hair and her eyes. Her hair had been slicked back into a stern ponytail, and her eyebrows were clean-waxed and lined, make-up without a smudge and done by an expert hand. She smiled pretty with dark plum lips and tapped dark plum fingernails on the counter once when she came up to the front desk. With an elbow settled on the counter and a hip tossed out as she leaned, she inquired in an exotic accent on a low purr of a voice.
"Hello, I'm looking for Officer Brandt. Could you call him down for me, please?" With a wink, she added: "I'm surprising him, he does not know I'm in town."*
*Ms. Ghali @ 5:22PM
[I'm here to surprise him, you see (don't tell him who's here, thank you): Appearance 3 + Subterfuge 2]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 5, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
jamie @ 5:25PM
[WITNESSED]