:| Afternoon tea at 14:53 |: {Tom}
Sept 14, 2017 19:36:29 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 14, 2017 19:36:29 GMT -5
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[/presto]It had been quite a week for Callie, filled with tears, smirks, and anger. But it was finally over, her first time as one of the head Gamemakers. It was still too soon to tell if the Games would be considered a success, but as her head was still attached to her neck, Callie quietly assumed it a win. All there was left was to close all of the programs, review the details of the Games, and allow the next group of Gamemakers to do their job. It was back to pitching ideas for the head Gamemakers, designing mutts and areas to possibly be employed, and working in her office again instead of the brain known as the control center.
The feeling of familiarity washed over Callie as she stepped into her office, an almost foreign sight considering she had spent most of her time leading up to the Games and during it in the control center. There was no trace of dust on her tables, but there was vibe of being unoccupied for quite a while as she ran her hand along the dark wood of her desk. Callie shrugged off her cover, placing it on the back of her chair with a certain finesse that could have only been taught in a finishing school. She swept her hair to the side before relaxing her composure and sinking into the chair, her eyes closed as her lips barely parted and she exhaled a long breath.
Yes, sleep was going to be well taken advantage of once the last of the festivities were over and her victor was on his way home. Her brief respite was cut short with a soft knock on her door, her eyes flying open in wonder, confusion, and mild irritation. Who could have been calling her at that time of day? The next event was not for another few hours and she had been so hoping for some peace and quiet until then.
She opened the door and pleasant surprise filled her eyes, but her lips betrayed nothing. “Theodore,” she addressed her victor with an air of politeness, as if she had been expecting his visit. “Do come in,” she gestured toward the chair as the lights turned on with her words. The ability to program the lights was one of the technologies the young Gamemaker appreciated as she preferred a dark office but soon realized others did not. Callie waited until the young man stepped into her office before closing the door behind him, her eyes following him the whole time. She had been warned by previous head Gamemakers that there was a chance the victor would approach them and demand answers. No one had told her it would happen so soon after the ceremony.
“If I had known I would be having a visitor, I would have made some tea earlier.” Callie made her way to the kettle she had in the corner of her office, wasting no time to start the water boiling while rifling through the cabinets for the ingredients. Finally, when everything was prepared, she walked back to her desk with two cups, one of which was placed in front of Teddy Ursa. Callie sat in her chair, this time at attention, and looked at the young boy, a small but unfriendly smile on her face. “So, to what do I owe this visit?”
The feeling of familiarity washed over Callie as she stepped into her office, an almost foreign sight considering she had spent most of her time leading up to the Games and during it in the control center. There was no trace of dust on her tables, but there was vibe of being unoccupied for quite a while as she ran her hand along the dark wood of her desk. Callie shrugged off her cover, placing it on the back of her chair with a certain finesse that could have only been taught in a finishing school. She swept her hair to the side before relaxing her composure and sinking into the chair, her eyes closed as her lips barely parted and she exhaled a long breath.
Yes, sleep was going to be well taken advantage of once the last of the festivities were over and her victor was on his way home. Her brief respite was cut short with a soft knock on her door, her eyes flying open in wonder, confusion, and mild irritation. Who could have been calling her at that time of day? The next event was not for another few hours and she had been so hoping for some peace and quiet until then.
She opened the door and pleasant surprise filled her eyes, but her lips betrayed nothing. “Theodore,” she addressed her victor with an air of politeness, as if she had been expecting his visit. “Do come in,” she gestured toward the chair as the lights turned on with her words. The ability to program the lights was one of the technologies the young Gamemaker appreciated as she preferred a dark office but soon realized others did not. Callie waited until the young man stepped into her office before closing the door behind him, her eyes following him the whole time. She had been warned by previous head Gamemakers that there was a chance the victor would approach them and demand answers. No one had told her it would happen so soon after the ceremony.
“If I had known I would be having a visitor, I would have made some tea earlier.” Callie made her way to the kettle she had in the corner of her office, wasting no time to start the water boiling while rifling through the cabinets for the ingredients. Finally, when everything was prepared, she walked back to her desk with two cups, one of which was placed in front of Teddy Ursa. Callie sat in her chair, this time at attention, and looked at the young boy, a small but unfriendly smile on her face. “So, to what do I owe this visit?”
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