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Name: Samantha Buckingham
Age: 19
Hgt: 5'6
Hair: Long blonde
Eyes: Blue
Build: Slim waist, but curvy
Nationality: British
Background:
Rich, pseudo-aristocratic background.
Born into wealth, so money has no real value for her, although her father is a shrewd hardworking businessman whose only fault is that he indulges his only daughter.
Residence:
Father’s work in advertising/PR gave the opportunity to relocate for an undetermined time, so they have recently moved to the USA, though Samantha has yet to "readjust".
Character:
Samantha lost her mother when she was 7 - tragic car accident and therefore has been indulged and cosseted.
She is merely used to getting what she wants and although always "popular", genuine friends are difficult to find.
Job:
What’s that?
Samantha
”Yeah... sure.. well.. I know.. but... ok... yes... sounds great ... but ... “
Samantha took a steadying breath. This was the most difficult part of what she had had to endure over the past months; the fact that she could not tell her friends or anyone just why she had effectively dropped out of the social scene.
”Look ... let me check my schedule and I’ll be in touch ... “
She slammed the phone making query and challenge impossible.
Turning to the window her eyes scanned the garden. Though the security team were not visible, she knew where they were. The house was a fortress, but felt more like a prison.
She glanced across at the diary that lay on the nearby table.
... schedule ... that was a laugh!
The empty pages bore witness that her life had been on hold for over a month now and was likely to be for the forseeable future!
With an exclamation of frustration, Samantha turned, threw her arm out, clearing the contents of the table in one angry swipe. Beside the soundless flutter of her diary a trinket box box clattered spilling forth its contents even as the cut glass vase shattered with an ear-splitting crash.
The door was flung so far open that it almost jumped off its hinges. One man burst into the room and in one swift movement had her pressed against the wall, his body shielding hers as two further men dived into the room and took up positions around her furniture, weapons poised.
”For, God’s sake!”
Guilt at causing the false alarm gave way to anger.
”Jay!”
With surprising strength, she hauled the first man, Jason away from her and crossed over to the jumble of tumbled objects on the floor.
”Can’t I even be clumsy without causing a red alert!?”
She knelt to cover her lie, her fingers brushing the chains and brooches clear of glass shards as she gathered them up carefully. Behind her the two men were being dismissed, yet as she expected, Jason stayed and tried to reason with her.
”Sam ... “
She found it difficult to ignore his plea and the easy camaraderie that had grown between them, but she was not in the mood to be placated, not even by him!
”What!?!”
She snapped as she looked up meeting his eyes defiantly.
Instead of responding in kind, Jason sighed heavily, a tried and tested method for dealing with Samantha’s flares of temper. Yet on this occasion, it merely acted to spur her on.
”You think this is a life? How long do you think this can go on for?”
Careless now of the glass beside her, she winced as a shard embedded itself in her forefinger.
Jason watched her with concern and attempted to reassure her:
”Things’ll get better ... soon ... “
She laughed and shook her head.
”.. WHEN?”
She demanded heating to her topic.
”Just WHEN can I actually go outside, socialise, hell even going for a coffee and shopping would be something right now ....
All .. this ... it’s ... it's driving me crazy! “
She was too worked up to notice his discomfort until he replied.
”As soon as your Daddy sets up protection for you ... then ... “
Samantha shook her head. THAT again. The same old excuse.
She stood and crossed to the bathroom going to the sink to run the cold water over the finger cut, calling back into the room as she did so.
”Why can’t you tag around with me until Daddy settles down enough to give Derrick his old job back.
After all he stood up to those crazies ... they tried, they lost ... it’s over.
No one seriously thinks they’re still out there after they loused up last time ... that type ... all cowards ... “
In the room beyond Jason winced at her words. She had no idea of the reality of the situation and according to her father’s orders the last thing he wanted was for Samantha to know the truth!
”You father wants to hire ... “
Jason halted as she re-entered the room and now gave him her full attention, making Jason pick his words carefully.
” ... he wants to hire ... a specialist ... someone with more ... experience ... “
She rolled her eyes at his explanation and sucked the cut as she speculated.
” ... that’s all I need ... some sergeant major type ...
God.... I bet ... oh my God ... I bet he’ll be a retired army Colonel ...!?!
... or some weaponry geek ...
I can just imagine the type daddy has in mind ... “
She chuckled as she let herself fall onto the sofa considering that things might not be as bad as she thought ...
Surely she could manage to give a guy like that the slip easily enough ... and she was sure she could wind Jason around her little finger and persuade him to meet up and protect her instead.
Having Jason around would definitely be more fun than the type of guy her father had in mind... somehow she would get her own way!
Age: 19
Hgt: 5'6
Hair: Long blonde
Eyes: Blue
Build: Slim waist, but curvy
Nationality: British
Background:
Rich, pseudo-aristocratic background.
Born into wealth, so money has no real value for her, although her father is a shrewd hardworking businessman whose only fault is that he indulges his only daughter.
Residence:
Father’s work in advertising/PR gave the opportunity to relocate for an undetermined time, so they have recently moved to the USA, though Samantha has yet to "readjust".
Character:
Samantha lost her mother when she was 7 - tragic car accident and therefore has been indulged and cosseted.
She is merely used to getting what she wants and although always "popular", genuine friends are difficult to find.
Job:
What’s that?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Samantha
”Yeah... sure.. well.. I know.. but... ok... yes... sounds great ... but ... “
Samantha took a steadying breath. This was the most difficult part of what she had had to endure over the past months; the fact that she could not tell her friends or anyone just why she had effectively dropped out of the social scene.
”Look ... let me check my schedule and I’ll be in touch ... “
She slammed the phone making query and challenge impossible.
Turning to the window her eyes scanned the garden. Though the security team were not visible, she knew where they were. The house was a fortress, but felt more like a prison.
She glanced across at the diary that lay on the nearby table.
... schedule ... that was a laugh!
The empty pages bore witness that her life had been on hold for over a month now and was likely to be for the forseeable future!
With an exclamation of frustration, Samantha turned, threw her arm out, clearing the contents of the table in one angry swipe. Beside the soundless flutter of her diary a trinket box box clattered spilling forth its contents even as the cut glass vase shattered with an ear-splitting crash.
The door was flung so far open that it almost jumped off its hinges. One man burst into the room and in one swift movement had her pressed against the wall, his body shielding hers as two further men dived into the room and took up positions around her furniture, weapons poised.
”For, God’s sake!”
Guilt at causing the false alarm gave way to anger.
”Jay!”
With surprising strength, she hauled the first man, Jason away from her and crossed over to the jumble of tumbled objects on the floor.
”Can’t I even be clumsy without causing a red alert!?”
She knelt to cover her lie, her fingers brushing the chains and brooches clear of glass shards as she gathered them up carefully. Behind her the two men were being dismissed, yet as she expected, Jason stayed and tried to reason with her.
”Sam ... “
She found it difficult to ignore his plea and the easy camaraderie that had grown between them, but she was not in the mood to be placated, not even by him!
”What!?!”
She snapped as she looked up meeting his eyes defiantly.
Instead of responding in kind, Jason sighed heavily, a tried and tested method for dealing with Samantha’s flares of temper. Yet on this occasion, it merely acted to spur her on.
”You think this is a life? How long do you think this can go on for?”
Careless now of the glass beside her, she winced as a shard embedded itself in her forefinger.
Jason watched her with concern and attempted to reassure her:
”Things’ll get better ... soon ... “
She laughed and shook her head.
”.. WHEN?”
She demanded heating to her topic.
”Just WHEN can I actually go outside, socialise, hell even going for a coffee and shopping would be something right now ....
All .. this ... it’s ... it's driving me crazy! “
She was too worked up to notice his discomfort until he replied.
”As soon as your Daddy sets up protection for you ... then ... “
Samantha shook her head. THAT again. The same old excuse.
She stood and crossed to the bathroom going to the sink to run the cold water over the finger cut, calling back into the room as she did so.
”Why can’t you tag around with me until Daddy settles down enough to give Derrick his old job back.
After all he stood up to those crazies ... they tried, they lost ... it’s over.
No one seriously thinks they’re still out there after they loused up last time ... that type ... all cowards ... “
In the room beyond Jason winced at her words. She had no idea of the reality of the situation and according to her father’s orders the last thing he wanted was for Samantha to know the truth!
”You father wants to hire ... “
Jason halted as she re-entered the room and now gave him her full attention, making Jason pick his words carefully.
” ... he wants to hire ... a specialist ... someone with more ... experience ... “
She rolled her eyes at his explanation and sucked the cut as she speculated.
” ... that’s all I need ... some sergeant major type ...
God.... I bet ... oh my God ... I bet he’ll be a retired army Colonel ...!?!
... or some weaponry geek ...
I can just imagine the type daddy has in mind ... “
She chuckled as she let herself fall onto the sofa considering that things might not be as bad as she thought ...
Surely she could manage to give a guy like that the slip easily enough ... and she was sure she could wind Jason around her little finger and persuade him to meet up and protect her instead.
Having Jason around would definitely be more fun than the type of guy her father had in mind... somehow she would get her own way!
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