Post by Carlina E. Joihanson on Dec 16, 2011 14:30:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] all souls to what's true or maybe it is life itself; that feeds wisdom to its youth? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A woman in her early twenties sat with her feet propped up on the desk in front of her, tilted back in her computer chair. She normally would have been wearing a hat, but that morning had been able to find none. Instead, her golden hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, swept away from her face and out of her line of vision. Carlina had both hands behind her head, letting out a light sigh as she absent-mindedly stared up at the ceiling of the office she was stuck in. Although she knew desk attending was still an important and useful aspect of the manor, it was the most boring and dreading work she could find herself assigned to. She sort of missed life back at her previous job, the correctional facility. Even though things were more boring and quiet here, she supposed it was a good thing. The only exciting thing she had heard of recently was the murder that had happened. Carlina had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the woman that was walking at a rapid pace toward the inner halls of the manor, already almost at the door of the security office. She was obviously new, Lina springing up from her seat and almost falling flat on the floor. “Wa-Wait Ma’am, excuse me,” she stuttered out, reaching out from the office and gently grabbing her wrist, “I’m afraid you can’t go any farther until-“ “Excuse me? Just who do you think you-“ the woman cut herself off when she noticed the uniform Carlina wore, her mouth opening and closing a bit like a fish for a few seconds. Chuckling to herself, Lina lead the woman into the office and gently sat her in another of the chairs inside of the office. “Water,” she asked the woman, pouring her a glass when the stunned woman shook her head. Handing the glass of water to the woman, Carlina sat back in the chair she had been in and began rifling through the forms beneath the desk. “I was gonna say, you just can’t march in there. First time visiting, I assume? You have to sign some forms first, we give you a visitor pass, also do a quick metallic item and purse check just in case. I’m just gonna have to give you a quick scan and check the contents of your bag once you finish filling these out,” she spoke calmly, handing the clipboard with the papers to the woman. “Oh, almost forgot, we need a form of identification to scan for your pass, but also to keep as collateral during your visit here,” she said, wincing slightly as the woman glanced at her suspiciously. “And why would I need to do something like that? It’s just an ID, a license, why am I supposed to let you hold one for ransom,” the woman asked, finishing the forms and handing them over to Carlina. “Well, for one, I have to compare the information on your card to what you’ve provided me with. Another thing we need it for is in case you decide your little pumpkin doesn’t need to be here anymore and you decide to suddenly walk out of here with whomever you’re visiting. We’ll need something to give authorities, if you even managed to get off of the property,” she explained calmly, watching as the woman reluctantly fished her license out of her purse and handed it over to her. Carlina did a quick glance over the information on the form and compared it to the information on the license, giving it a satisfactory nod before turning to the printer. Scanning the license unto the computer, she used a few quick keystrokes to put the picture on the pass template and type in the information unto it. From there she printed it out, laminating it and putting a pin on it before handing it to the eager woman. After fastening the license to the forms with a paperclip, Lina took a key off her keyring and unlocked one of the desk drawers. She laid the completed forms with the license on top of the pile of the other visitors the manor had today, turning back around to see the woman gathering her stuff and heading for the door. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but you can’t go in until I scan you and your purse,” Carlina apologized, biting the inside of her cheek at the glare the woman shot at her now. Silently, she positioned the woman’s arms up away from her sides and her feet shoulder-width apart. Taking the body scanning tool, she waved it around the woman’s body, ignoring the beeping that came from the earrings she was wearing. Now that the woman was clean body-wise, Carlina put on a pair of latex gloves and held her hand out expectantly to the woman. Even more reluctantly than she had with her license, the woman handed over her purse to the young security guard. Rolling over the metal tray table, Carlina dumped the purse’s contents out unto the surface. Ignoring the trivial things like sanitary napkins and makeup, Carlina got a plastic bag and started dropping the questionable items into it. A pack of cigarettes, an eyelash curler, three lighters, a pair of mini scissors, ten writing utensils, a glass energy drink bottle, and a handful of change later, she sealed the plastic bag and looked up into the angry stare of the woman. “What am I supposed to do when I want a smoke later? And even better to question, why are you taking my change and pens, my bottle, and of all things; my eyelash curler,” she rapid fired, making Carlina make a mental note to try not being the next guard to deal with this woman if she had to come back eventually. “You would be surprised what some of the patients would do to themselves or others with change and pens. Your bottle is made of glass, and some patients would smash it and use the bits to harm themselves or others. As for your eyelash curler, it could be twisted into a weapon or used to pinch the skin, and that would not be a good scenario. If you want a smoke that badly, you’ll have to come back out to the office and request for your pack and smoke out in front of the building,” she explained gently to the woman, watching as a seemingly sweet smile appeared on her face. The woman threw the paper cup of water on the floor, sweeping the items back into her purse and pinning her pass unto her shirt before walking away toward where the patients usually were. Carlina let out a frustrated sigh, placing the bag of the woman’s items in the small footlocker of possessions before using her key to re-lock the case. Taking her hair out of the ponytail, Lina rubbed her temples that were already starting to ache. “I swear, visitors can be the worst,” she grumbled to herself, pouring herself a paper cup of water and taking a sip. Placing the cup on the edge of the desk, she grabbed a handful of napkins and kneeled in front of the puddle of water on the floor. Working in circles, she mopped up the puddle quickly and backed up to stand. She bumped into the desk on her way up, spilling the other cup of water all over the front of her uniform. Carlina looked down at her green pants and white shirt in disbelief, thankful she was wearing a black tank underneath her shirt when the water began revealing what she was wearing underneath. Her cheeks still lit up bright pink in embarrassment, sighing again as she cleaned the new mess she had made and threw out the soaked napkins. Blotting the water from her shirt, she threw out the second handful of napkins and sunk back into the chair she had been sitting in before. “I hate my life,” she muttered, leaning forward and laying her forehead on top of her arms while letting out a muffled groan of agitation. She felt the skin of her arms that was marked with heavy burn scars, annoyed further that all she had that morning were short-sleeved shirts for work. It would be the first time her arms had been exposed for anyone. |
