Tokiwong
First Post
Santa Monica, CA
0815 Local Time, March 8th, 2004
The Vanderwolf Private Investigations office was a renovated two story flat house. It sat across the PCH, overlooking the sandy beaches. The morning air was cool, and there was a gentle mist rolling over the beachfront property. The first floor had a long pane window with the title of the company emblazoned on it, and a glass door with a chime attached to it. Inside the door was a small waiting area with four chairs against the wall and a thick brick wall with a second wooden door dividing the waiting area from the open office in the back. A coffee table dominated the room, and old ESPN and MAXIM magazines were strewn across it.
Beyond the door were several desks, for the staff of the agency. Papers were on some desks, and some were neater then others. Beyond the open office was a closed office the name of Graham Vanderwolf printed neatly in the center of the door. In front of the door, sits the desk of the secretary, Alicia Melendez.
Alicia is an attractive young woman of Hispanic descent with short dark cropped hair, with blonde highlights. She has a thin, attractive face and a petite build standing at five foot four inches. She is seated at her neat and orderly desk, chewing on the eraser of her pencil as she works on a crossword puzzle. She isn’t a hard worker, but she always shows up early and seems to keep the office running smoothly, ever since she was hired about eight months ago.
Outside the office, both Alicia’s red Honda Civic and Graham’s old school black Deville sit outside in their normal parking spots. Surfers are already out testing the waves, and several roller bladders, joggers, and bikers pass on the sidewalk across the street closest to the beach.
Players can intro yourselves, you have been working at the firm for perhaps two to six months. It is Monday morning in Santa Monica, so have fun describing your weekend if you like.
0815 Local Time, March 8th, 2004
The Vanderwolf Private Investigations office was a renovated two story flat house. It sat across the PCH, overlooking the sandy beaches. The morning air was cool, and there was a gentle mist rolling over the beachfront property. The first floor had a long pane window with the title of the company emblazoned on it, and a glass door with a chime attached to it. Inside the door was a small waiting area with four chairs against the wall and a thick brick wall with a second wooden door dividing the waiting area from the open office in the back. A coffee table dominated the room, and old ESPN and MAXIM magazines were strewn across it.
Beyond the door were several desks, for the staff of the agency. Papers were on some desks, and some were neater then others. Beyond the open office was a closed office the name of Graham Vanderwolf printed neatly in the center of the door. In front of the door, sits the desk of the secretary, Alicia Melendez.
Alicia is an attractive young woman of Hispanic descent with short dark cropped hair, with blonde highlights. She has a thin, attractive face and a petite build standing at five foot four inches. She is seated at her neat and orderly desk, chewing on the eraser of her pencil as she works on a crossword puzzle. She isn’t a hard worker, but she always shows up early and seems to keep the office running smoothly, ever since she was hired about eight months ago.
Outside the office, both Alicia’s red Honda Civic and Graham’s old school black Deville sit outside in their normal parking spots. Surfers are already out testing the waves, and several roller bladders, joggers, and bikers pass on the sidewalk across the street closest to the beach.
Players can intro yourselves, you have been working at the firm for perhaps two to six months. It is Monday morning in Santa Monica, so have fun describing your weekend if you like.
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