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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2012
Chord woke with a start his hazel eyes snapping open as the numbers of his alarm clock blinked and informed him that it was time for him to wake. The Start of October break for many was a time of ease and relaxation, but not for Chord Fortran whom insisted that he find a temporary job for the time being. Thankfully a company in the city had been looking for a temporary secretary, one to fill in for the time being before he would be replaced by someone permanent. He had worked as the secretary for the principal of his school as well and worked with efficiency and grim pride. While the principal was out for winter break he visited the office to water his plants, addressing the winter duties he used to handle – scheduling building maitenence, tracking late applications, phoning parents. He took whatever orders were handed to him and followed them without question, making sure everything was handled properly and without fault. So it was with that in mind that he approached this job with confidence and his head held up high, who could really resist his boyish charms?
Chord stood at 5'7 and had failed growing into a taller and substantial frame. Despite his height he carried himself as though he was 6'2. His brown eyes were a little hooded in his heart shaped face. His lips were full and sat delightfully upon his face. His nose was neat with a bit of extra flesh at the tip, his eyebrows were thick but well maintained. Atop of his head sat a head of wavy black hair that was always swept to the side and held in place by gel. Chord donned a gray cardigan, a black polo and a black skinny tie. Slacks and dress shoes completed his look, His shoes glinted and shined in the light as they were shined to near perfection. He always had difficulty finding the building and an even harder time figuring out just what it was the company did. There we men in fancy suits that would come in and out of the building, sporting straight expressions and rigid postures.
Chord had arrived at work that day with a small lunch packed and a bottled tea to get him through the morning. His duties as a secretary included directing people, working excel spreadsheets and managing the front lobby. It was a rewarding job that left him with more than enough experience. Chord was busy at work with a spread sheet when the lights in the lobby dimmed and he was left in the dark. Suddenly massive iron gates sprung up in front of the windows and entrance, locking him in the lobby for now. Chord sprung up out of his seat, still trying to figure out what had just happened. It was then that the alarm started going off and a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. Something was happening around him, something dark. Past the lobby he could hear the sounds of panic and hurried escapes. Whatever the hell was coming for him, he had to get out of there. Not through the front door, of course. But some other way. So with that in mind Chord opened the door to one of the office buildings and poked his head in to see nobody. Not even the signs of a struggle, one he was sure he heard moments before. But, he could've swore he saw something in the darkness that engulfed the area. Moving, and slithering toward him.
Chord stood at 5'7 and had failed growing into a taller and substantial frame. Despite his height he carried himself as though he was 6'2. His brown eyes were a little hooded in his heart shaped face. His lips were full and sat delightfully upon his face. His nose was neat with a bit of extra flesh at the tip, his eyebrows were thick but well maintained. Atop of his head sat a head of wavy black hair that was always swept to the side and held in place by gel. Chord donned a gray cardigan, a black polo and a black skinny tie. Slacks and dress shoes completed his look, His shoes glinted and shined in the light as they were shined to near perfection. He always had difficulty finding the building and an even harder time figuring out just what it was the company did. There we men in fancy suits that would come in and out of the building, sporting straight expressions and rigid postures.
Chord had arrived at work that day with a small lunch packed and a bottled tea to get him through the morning. His duties as a secretary included directing people, working excel spreadsheets and managing the front lobby. It was a rewarding job that left him with more than enough experience. Chord was busy at work with a spread sheet when the lights in the lobby dimmed and he was left in the dark. Suddenly massive iron gates sprung up in front of the windows and entrance, locking him in the lobby for now. Chord sprung up out of his seat, still trying to figure out what had just happened. It was then that the alarm started going off and a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. Something was happening around him, something dark. Past the lobby he could hear the sounds of panic and hurried escapes. Whatever the hell was coming for him, he had to get out of there. Not through the front door, of course. But some other way. So with that in mind Chord opened the door to one of the office buildings and poked his head in to see nobody. Not even the signs of a struggle, one he was sure he heard moments before. But, he could've swore he saw something in the darkness that engulfed the area. Moving, and slithering toward him.
