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[rebecca]

Although Rebecca was an efficient woman who was able to shoot a gun, detonate a bomb, walk in high heels, go grocery shopping, and give someone a blistering lecture - all in the same day, she seemed to be unable to manage her office space. It had been three years since she had joined IZAN and moved into her office. Yet, she was still unhappy with how her office furniture was arranged. She knew that if she called for some helpful (but very impatient) underlings she'd get more trouble than its worth. They were the reason everything was messed up in the first place.

She had no choice then, Rebecca sighed. "If you want something done right, you should do it yourself." She grumbled grouchily as she dug into her jeans to find a hairband. Although the twenty-four year old human looked frail and definitely feminine, she can handle her own. Arranging her meager possessions around in her large office wouldn't be a problem! She tied her mane of red hair into a high ponytail and stood at the doorway, an appraising look on her face.

When she had joined the organization, she had expected something like her old mafia. Some old criminals, shady characters, decrepit old bunkers, perhaps a few warehouses. She did not expect such a lavish building, beautiful offices, facilities, and a network so large she had barely been able to wrap her head around it. It had definitely been a step up for her, and all thanks to her sister. Riley had been the one to make contact with IZAN, after all.

Her office was not as spacious as those of the Heads, but it was definitely not something to scoff at either. Her floor was of hardwood, a rich brown, and thick green curtains covered her windows - she was sharing a building with vampires, after all. It wouldn't be good to accidentally kill your boss because of some sunlight. The walls were a light shade of green, very relaxing and soothing. She had a desk in front of the windows, a computer, and a lounge couch pushed to the left wall. She would've preferred to face the window, but she knew better than that. It was not wise to leave your back unprotected and facing the door - even if you were on your own turf. Also on the left wall, beside her desk, was a cabinet of paraphernalia: pictures, weapons, prototypes, and such.

In her mind, she imagined her new office space. She'll move the desk up closer to the door, move her lounge couch behind the desk and right by the windows. She'll be able to nap quite nicely and still be able to see who was coming in and out of her territory. But where would she put her cabinet? She'll have to squeeze it in by the couch. Excellent. Perhaps she should invest in a mini-fridge as well? She walked around her office barefoot, pulling out a measuring tape to see if it would fit, while she contemplated that notion.

She'll have to spend a few hundred. A good fridge would be worth that much. She wasn't hurting for cash, but it would be a waste. She didn't spend that much time in her office - hence the reason why she never got around to rearranging her furniture, but would anyone hold it against her for her small creature comforts? She wanted to feel at home, after all. She was undecided. She'll have to run this by someone else first. Rebecca may believe that she was always right, but it wouldn't hurt to have a second opinion, after all. But just in case she did decide to buy a mini-fridge, she'll keep a space for it by her couch. She can already see herself napping in the sunlight with a cool bottle of water by her side, courtesy of her mini-fridge.

First, she pulled her desk forward - nothing too straining. She'll have to pull her cabinet out from between her couch and the wall. It was wedged in pretty tightly though. Perhaps she'll actually need help. The idea was not one that sat well with her - she had already decided she was going to do this. She didn't want to go through the trouble of tracking down someone so early this morning. Experimentally, she wrapped her arms around the cabinet, and pulled. The heavy wooden cabinet shifted forward, and fearing that she'll lose her balance and be flattened by the thing, Rebecca pushed it back against the wall. After a few more tries with the same result, she finally admitted defeat. It would be a pathetic story indeed, Rebecca thought to herself, IZAN agent, killed by cabinet. Pressing her forehead against the cool glass, she sighed.

She had no choice. She grabbed her shoes and stalked out of her office. She'll prowl along the hallways and recruit the (unlucky) individuals she happened upon. It would take only a second, really. Especially if she was fortunate enough to run across a helpful vampire.

[riley]

Riley walked through the rough-looking doors and into a different world. It felt as if the dirty world of the outside in the middle of nowhere had yet turned into a portal to the most high-tech and crowded offices. Riley blew air out high mouth that ruffled her red-colored bangs. Even though she loved how the place was put together and how the interior design was right on, she more of less would rather have a more garage type thing. She stepped into the hallway almost to be trampled by another passing by in a hurry. Things must be going haywire at the moment. Damien’s big party. She took a quick glance around, seeing if anybody pointed her out or realized her two-day absence. Though before she could check, she decided to head off to her office, get some things organized.

She needed something to keep her busy, at the moment she just really had that moment where anybody would take a nice break and buy a punching-bag. All of her efforts were wasted, and so far it had been total months since she returned home to her aunt. And Riley thought that maybe after today, a good day of playing with her guns, maybe she would return home for a visit. Even though for how many days long she stayed out, she’d get the same welcome home, a cold shoulder, or an evil glare. Luckily she had her sister, Rebecca, she always seemed to be on her side of things, and would always understand to crap she goes through. By the way, she hadn’t seen her sister in a while, and looking back in the past few weeks she had no remembrances of even so talking to her. Riley bit her lip, hoping that her sister didn’t think that she was intentionally ignoring her.

Damn… Ava looked down at herself, she wasn’t ‘too’ dressed for work, she hadn’t been having too wide of wardrobe since she’d been kicked out of home. She was wearing worn-down, ripped jeans, which was quite her original style, and then a grease-stained tank. “I’ll just change once I get to the office….” She quickly decided. Riley whispered to herself, she had some nice apparel in there, high heels and a fitted skirt, nice blouse. It would be simple. So she rushed, catching the eye of a few people, recognizing only a bit. Her worn-down sandals clicked against the floor and Riley could see her office come in sight. She could just Imagine it now, just a desk, a little notepad on it, a small rug, a plant that had been a gift, but otherwise, it was a most empty room, it was mainly because she found it no use but to display and hold her tools, and guns of sort.

She came across to her door, a bit away she could see another office, the door widely open. It was Rebecca’s, she must be here! Then Riley came across that thought again, Well duh, she’s at work most everyday too. As you can see, Riley hadn’t been her only a few days, but it took a while to get back into the routine. Martha is right, what have I been doing with my life? Drinking? Partying? Wheeling? She slowly walked over to her sisters office, she looked inside, a cabinet lay crooked against the wall, the window lightening up the room, her sister’s desk neat, but Rebecca wasn’t no where seen in the room space. Riley turned her head back and fourth and then backed out and yanked her neck out into the halls. Ava took a few steps, keeping up the pace with other passing Izanians. Then, she saw the tall figure of her older sister Rebecca. Riley laughed inside, Rebecca looked like she was on a mission, and searching as if for the holy grail. “Hey! Rebecca!” Riley called out, “Sis! I haven't seen you in a while, sorry. Whats going up?” Her voice carried, sounding a bit rough and worn down, but it was pretty much the truth.

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[rebecca]

Rebecca hadn't even been able to reach the end of the hallway before someone called out her name. At first, she had thought it was just another IZAN member, but the voice was familiar, close to her own in pitch and tone. It took a brief moment for her to register that voice as that of her own baby sister's. She whirled around on her heel, her high ponytail almost smacking her own face. Spitting a few strands of auburn hair out of her face, Rebecca scowled in irritation, but walked towards her wayward younger sibling.

Don't get her wrong, she was genuinely pleased to see that Riley was safe and sound. It was because she hadn't known where the hell her sister was for almost a week that got her in such an irritated mood. She had spent quite a few hours sitting at the phone leaving messages in vain hope that her sister would pick up once. Rebecca is well aware that her sister is a full grown woman and is very able to handle herself, but she couldn't help but be worried. She understood that Riley needed space to think or whatever the hell she did on her own, hell, even she disappears for a few days, but she always made sure to tell people.

Her angry, frustrated, yet relieved thoughts ran rampant as she strode towards her sister, but halfway through, she had wiped the irritated scowl off her face to bring a neutral expression to set on her face, as if she suddenly remembered who she was and where she is. By the time she reached her sister, she was calmer - still irked, but calmer.

Wordlessly, she grabbed her sister's shoulder to hold her still. Her sister was wearing high heels and that put her approximately an inch taller than her. After a few moments of examining her sister's face, she released her and smiled. "I'm glad you're back, Riley. I know work is terribly dull as of late, but you should show up." She meant to sound teasing but a little of her displeasure bled through anyways. She brushed off her sense of guilt for being "mean" to her sister. If she can't be honest with her sister, then she can't be honest with anyone. And disappearing for nigh on a week was an act deserving of a lecture, if not punishment.

She took another step back to take in her sister's entire appearance. She seemed to be dressed as a secretary today. Rebecca, on the other hand, was dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a simple blouse with a scoop neck vest. "Have you eaten yet? She asked while Riley was speaking, and winced at the sound of herself acting so damned motherly. She was at work for goodness's sake. They must look a sight, two sisters talking at one another.

She had almost forgotten about her cabinet, if it wasn't for Riley reminding her what was going on. "I think it's about time I did some rearranging. You know, make myself at home." A calculating gleam entered her blue eyes as she assessed her sister. She obviously was fit and able to show up for work. And she knew for a fact that they both had no assignments for the day. As the cogs in her mind worked, Rebecca smiled widely to cover her scheming. "I'm sure with your help, we can manage. You don't have anything to do right, Riley? No where to go? No one but you dear older sister - me - that you haven't seen in ages? Wonderful, come this way, sis." Without leaving any opportunity for Riley to protest, run away, or call for help, Rebecca was dragging her sister back to her office.

" I need to move the cabinet in front of the desk. Then I can move my couch up against the windows. I'm thinking of buying a mini-fridge, what do you think? By the way, take off your heels. That's hardwood you're stepping on." Rebecca instructed from one side of the cabinet. She had already slipped off her flats and put them by her desk. She gave her sister an impatient wave, beckoning her to her side. "Come on, Riley, just pretend it's training. Come on. Careful, though. It's heavy."