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by miyumi on Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:40 am
She left the apartment building, and breathed the filtered air of L1. As good as the air back on Earth, she thought. Better, because it's much cleaner. Double check that she had everything- id, resume, lunch, pen, seal. Check, check, check, check and check. She started walking toward the office of General Sin, brushing her shoulder-length brownish blond hair behind her ear. As she walked, she reviewed her resume.
Name: Just call me Miyumi. Should I have put that? But I know if they had just seen Miyumi, they would've wanted a last name too.
The woman paused to adjust her glasses with a slight frown. I really need to find a better way to keep them on my face...
Specialty: Gundam Repair well, that is what I've been working with for the past five years... should I specify which Gundam? No, then they might want information on it... much as I didn't like him, I'd never give away the secrets...
Other Skills: Mobile suit repair, weapons repair...
The mechanic slowed down in front of a house. Just as she always remembered it. Her little sister would be at school now. High school! She'd been gone a long time. Mom and Dad would be at work, so the house should be empty. They didn't know she was back. No, if anyone followed her from Earth, she'd put them in danger by even approaching the house. For the sake of her sister, she walked on, and continued the slow pace past six more houses. Let anyone who might be watching think it was the third house she was interested in, not the first. She even made sure to stop and scrutinize it, watching out of the corner of her eye for watchers. No one. You're getting paranoid, Miyumi. Now, where was I?
Any fighting ability: Guns, and some ancient weapons: katana, staff, bow. Should I put that I have my own weapons? No, they'd want to know where I got a katana. How am I supposed to explain that, without giving away my past?
She finally got to the building, and walked up to the receptionist.
Hello, I'd like to see Sinful please? The mechanic winced at the sound of her once-soft voice, turned harsh by the fumes of the lab.
He's not in at the moment, did you have an appointment?
No... Could you take a message for him?
Sure I can. What's the message?
I'd rather leave a written message. Do you have paper?
The receptionist handed her a piece of paper. She sat down in one of the chairs, and wrote against the wall in the neatest handwriting she could, "Sir, I know you would know of someone who needs a Gundam Repairman. Well, I'm a woman, but I can do the job. Please pass my resume on. Thank you, Miyumi" There, that's polite, and won't take him an hour to read. She checked the contact number, folded the resume up, and sealed it. Once the blue wax dried, she folded the note over the resume, and sealed that. As always, the unicorn/tiger seal lifted her spirits. She had a good feeling about this. The receptionist smiled at her as Miyumi handed over the letter.
By the way, I love the red highlights. Who does your color?
Color? I only get it cut.
She turned around and walked out the door quickly. Stupid girl. Can't keep your feet when a question you didn't expect comes at you. Don't give so much of yourself away! She reached a park, and ate her lunch, watching a little girl play. She had a kitten in her lap, very young. Going up to her, Miyumi smiled and gave the girl a piece of lunch meat for the kitten.
Here. This kitten needs a lot of food. She's looking kind of thin.
Th-th-thank you...
Inwardly cursing her awkwardness around children younger than thirteen, she went back to the bench and finished her lunch. When she got up to leave, the girl came over to her.
Here. The young girl said, holding up a flower. Miyumi took it and nodded a thank you before continuing on. It's purple. Clover. I remember sucking the honey out of these flowers when I was her age. I give her kitten food, so she gave me a dessert to my lunch. She smiled at that. The reasoning of children is priceless.
On the way back, Miyumi hurried past the same seven houses she had slowed down for, wanting to get out of sight before they see her. I really need to find a new apartment. But I can't until I get some employment. I'll just have to be careful about it, that's all. Maybe there's another route... When she got back to her apartment, she ordered enough take-out to feed her for a week, and settled back to wait for a reply.
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miyumi on Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:32 am, edited 7 times in total.
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