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User Name/Nick: Tiffany
User LJ: arcesso
AIM/IM: to boldly trek
E-mail: live.infamy@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Lisa Reisert
Series: Red Eye
Age: 26
From When?: Post-canon
Inmate/Warden: Warden. Lisa may as well be sainted right now, because while she's strong and independent and all kinds of other assertive things, she's ( Read more... )
User LJ: arcesso
AIM/IM: to boldly trek
E-mail: live.infamy@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Lisa Reisert
Series: Red Eye
Age: 26
From When?: Post-canon
Inmate/Warden: Warden. Lisa may as well be sainted right now, because while she's strong and independent and all kinds of other assertive things, she's ( Read more... )
Well, this definitely wasn't ... quite what I was expecting when I signed up for this, but it's important to make the most of it now that I'm here, right? Right. Besides, I've never been on a boat before, so this is already something new and exciting.
Anyway! Assuming I'm doing this right, this is being sent to everyone on the ship. I guess that means I should introduce myself. I'm Lisa Reisert, and since I'm going to be a new warden around here, I'm hoping that we all get along swimmingly. And, hopefully, even if we don't, you won't cause too much of a problem.
That said, is there anyway I can get someone to show me to the cabins? I didn't really ... get an orientation or anything, so I'm flying blind.
Sample RP:
"Cynthia, I'm telling you, I don't care if they say they've had the reservations for months, I -- Yes, Dad, hang on," Lisa scrambled to grab her purse and keys off the counter of her father's house, ignoring his shouts from the living room for her to grab him a glass of water. "Yes, I'm on my way out now, I'll be there in just a minute, just tell them that they can wait in the lobby until I get there." She stopped moving as Cynthia responded, eyes narrowing in irritation as she explained that this particular couple had no intentions on waiting for anyone to get anywhere.
"Okay, you know what? Give them the keys and tell them to have a nice stay. No, I don't care if they're going to throw a fit, they're free to walk out and go down the street to the Hilton where they'll put up with their bullshit, but I really doubt they'll have any openings, it's Labor Day." She heaved a sigh, dropping her purse and keys and going to grab a glass from the cabinet for her father, filling it with water from the faucet. "Just trust me? Okay, okay, Cynthia, I have to go if I'm ever going to get there and buffer them! Yes. Okay. Goodbye, Cynthia." She hung up the phone, letting out a loud, exasperated and highly exaggerated sigh of relief as she brought the water for her father, rubbing her forehead and wincing as she hit a bruise that she'd obtained the week before. Her boss had encouraged her to take the time off work, but she wouldn't hear it. "Dad, I have to go to work," she leaned in and kissed his cheek as she set the full glass of water on a coaster on the end table beside him. "I'll be back at 6, okay? Call me if you need anything - anything at all. Okay?" Her father looked up at her, pushing his glasses up so he could see her better.
"Lisa, Lisa, no one is going to come into the house while you're at work, it's fine. You don't need to stay here if you don't want to." Lisa smiled back, a forced smile with thinly pressed lips.
"Bye, Dad." She didn't gratify his comments with a response, instead choosing to return to the kitchen, grab her purse, and head out the door.
Special Notes: None that I can think of!
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