|
|
Post by Maleficent Armstrong on Jul 6, 2010 18:42:17 GMT -5
She parked her black sports car in the garage and made her way to the building intent on getting to meet her new team and of course its leader, whom she had heard was a man. This thought brought a smile to the England native's distinguished yet soft face; of the joy she could have with this man... Her face cleared once she entered and she passed through security inspection emotionless, uninterested in any of the guards or agents present. If it were different she might have flirted with one of them or rather made insinuative remarks that weren't proper for a lady or for being at work. But then again, nothing was proper for a well-brought up English girl; good thing she wasn't well-brought up. She moved into the elevator, mildly pleased to be along for the moment. Something flicked in her dark eyes that resembled that of a lioness on the prowl, but quickly vanished once the doors open to permit some agents to enter.
The machine reached the originally requested floor, and she stepped out to glance around curiously. Her eyes narrowed into slits at the gross orange color that lined the walls. What horrible designing choice, but she doubted it would change any time soon, so she would have to simply get used to it. Her eyes landed on the collection of inward facing desks and her body made its way over to it, a sultry swish to her defined hips and her head held high in unnecessary and trouble-drawing pride. The woman stood in the middle of the desks and looked around, surprised that no one had shown up yet. Lazy Americans.
She crossed her arms under her breasts and positioned most of her weight on her left foot, right hip protruded and right leg extended slightly. She would wait, tapping her foot slightly impatient and amused with thoughts of how her first impression would be on the group of people. She was clad in a black skirt that was reminiscent of the age of the plaque in Europe with matching tights that resembled fishnet and sensible shoes that were similar to high heels that she knew she could still keep up with in. Her tight torso was covered with a few lacy shirts overlapping one another and left little to the imagination of her perfectly shaped breasts and taut abdomen, her shoulders exposed and arms clothes in elbow length, slightly torn mesh gloves.
Her dark, reddish-brown hair had been hastily pulled back on top of her head and a few strands and wisps of hair had been allowed freedom to appear messier than what would be expected. Her face masked in dark eye shadow both above and below her eyes, hiding the true color of her eyes from the curious, seeming to take the color of darkness itself. She knew she looked dark, foreboding and mysterious and that was exactly the way Maleficent Olivier Armstrong loved it. |
|
|
|
Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jul 8, 2010 0:24:25 GMT -5
 Anthony DiNozzo[/b][/size] I Think I Should Know How
To Make Love To Something Innocent
Without Leaving My Fingerprints On Now
L-O-V-E's Just Another Word
I Never Learned To Pronounce.
Starstrukk - 3OH!3 feat. Katy Perry.[/center] Tony had in fact been in already - though he popped back out to grab some coffee knowing he was the only one in the office for now. He was practising these early mornings for when Ziva came back, from where ever they'd find her! He was trying to be a good Team Leader now the worst was over - well the current case was pretty bad too but you know.... he didn't love Ziva so this was ofcourse easier than the last one! The elevator pinged open to reveal the italian with his coffee and the local paper - though he wouldn't have time to read it yet! He took a sip from the hot brew before placing it on his desk. It wasn't until then that he noticed the feminine figure standing in his bullpen - an unrecognisable one! He raised an eyebrow before standing up straight to greet the women, maybe she was lost. Can I help you? he spoke in his most charming way. Thinking about it, that new agent never did turn up for the job. Oh well.... (Sorry its lame. It's 7:30am and I felt guilty for not posting yesterday) |
|
|
|
Post by Maleficent Armstrong on Jul 14, 2010 16:28:24 GMT -5
Dark eyes glancing at the elevator, mind curious as to no recognition yet, the woman's mouth quirked up into a smirk as her body tantalizingly turned around to introduce herself. "My name is Maleficent Olivier Armstrong...boss," she said, voice sultry sweet to hopefully confuse the man as to her intentions. She always had the best of intentions, that is to say her own; screw everyone else. "I'm your new team member, sir," she said, her English accent quick to pick up in the way she pronounced each syllable and she lengthened the last word acutely aware of the man's first impression of her. This was only going to be too much fun and way to easy to tease her boss. And the best thing was, was that he was young and at least somewhat cute. Her arms purposefully crossed under her breasts again and she leaned back slightly so he could get a good glimpse of her cleavage should he desire.
((Screw waiting for everyone else. I'm bored as all get out, so here goes. I should be able to push out more as we progress)) |
|
