MildInfatuation
Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2003
- Posts
- 55
Well here goes nothing…
I’m looking for a few people to join, pm me with your ideas
OOC: Samantha ‘Sam’ Jones
25 years old, shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes
5’8 with an athletic build.
************************************************
I checked my pack was high and tight and gave my flat a final once over before leaving. I was off to Madagascar for a funded research project that would while away a month or so and wouldn’t do my reputation in the field any harm either. Sadly my partner on this trip had backed out at the last minute but I had no concerns about going it alone.
The trip was an adventure on it’s own but as I settled in at the airport I reread a letter that had turned up two days earlier. It was from the director of a company called Manticore who asked if I would be interested in locating one of their associates who had been missing for some time, he had important information and they would be grateful if I could find him and bring him home. I was curious about the letter and the people who’d sent it so I had agreed to a meeting in Jo’burg during a brief stop before my final leg to Madagascar where I would officially start my research.
The flight was long and boring. I went over my notes half a dozen times, flirted with the steward and dozed when I could. When we finally landed I made a bee line for my hotel where I showered and changed quickly before heading to the address I had been given to meet my potential if somewhat temporary employer.
I’m looking for a few people to join, pm me with your ideas
OOC: Samantha ‘Sam’ Jones
25 years old, shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes
5’8 with an athletic build.
************************************************
I checked my pack was high and tight and gave my flat a final once over before leaving. I was off to Madagascar for a funded research project that would while away a month or so and wouldn’t do my reputation in the field any harm either. Sadly my partner on this trip had backed out at the last minute but I had no concerns about going it alone.
The trip was an adventure on it’s own but as I settled in at the airport I reread a letter that had turned up two days earlier. It was from the director of a company called Manticore who asked if I would be interested in locating one of their associates who had been missing for some time, he had important information and they would be grateful if I could find him and bring him home. I was curious about the letter and the people who’d sent it so I had agreed to a meeting in Jo’burg during a brief stop before my final leg to Madagascar where I would officially start my research.
The flight was long and boring. I went over my notes half a dozen times, flirted with the steward and dozed when I could. When we finally landed I made a bee line for my hotel where I showered and changed quickly before heading to the address I had been given to meet my potential if somewhat temporary employer.
