amy, dr. samson
she/her
thirty-four
october 13th
lacunosa town
homosexual
researcher
civilian
looking for a story of a kid i’m sinking in. older, stronger, wiser -- think I am, i think i am
TAG WITH @amalia
amalia samson
a giant step each day [social]
POSTED ON May 9, 2021 9:55:47 GMT
[attr="class","sunshine"] "Of course," she purrs, pulling another cigarette from the pack as she circles around the car, "Treating yourself when there's not enough to go around is a sin they break you of in grade school, Mr. Silph."Amalia slips the pack back into her jacket. Offers Silph his poison and lights her own where it's held between lips that stain before doing the only proper thing and lighting her new boss's as well. She takes a long, happy drag from her cigarette before following after the man -- puffing bits of smoke as she goes like a happy steam train. From there it's all very routine for Silph. Less so for Amalia. She's worked in some nice places, went to some schools with beautiful labs, but taking in the glory that is Silph Co -- a branch at that -- makes her feel like a very small-time professional indeed. The polish that marks every corner. The quality machinery that sits not out of place but like it belongs here. She lets out a low whistle as they enter the laboratory proper before giving her host her attention again. "Astronomical," she corrects without any bite, that sly smile returning to her face, "A common mistake."She click, click, clicks after him in her heels as he walks to a computer. She leans over his shoulder to get a better look at the screen (but makes sure it's obvious she's not looking at his hands while he types). "Ah," she says, skimming the report. She knows this scene. The meteor that birthed a little nightmare. What had that woman from the other night called it . . ? "Deoxys?"[newclass=.sunshine]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sunshine b]color: #E04141[/newclass]
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