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| A Letter for Ms. Jane Poole; Attn: Ayla Ayhan | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 16. February 2014, 22:50 (198 Views) | |
| Caitlyn Cummings | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 22:50 Post #1 |
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Caitlyn stood over the small bar of her kitchen and mulled over some plain white paper she'd found in one of her boxes. She still hadn't really unpacked but all of her clothes were put in their place. There were still about 6 boxes left with things that had gotten thrown into them hastily. They were opened and things strewn about inside but they held their space in a corner in her bedroom until she found herself home long enough to deal with them. She had to write a letter, a hand written one to the Prince of London for an Assamite to be accepted to stay. This was a huge stretch for her, firstly did Assamites even really need to do this? Secondly would the Prince make her grovel for this once she went through with it. Thirdly, she hated writing anything. This was the age of technology! What the frick did she need to write for?! A few taps and a click of a button were far more expedient and efficient. This was a glaring waste of time. She clicked the pen a few times on the counter and frowned, making her way to her bag she pulled out her Macbook air and powered it on. Having the computer made her actually feel better about what she was about to do. She got to work typing up a draft of it to commit to paper eventually. The process made her feel more of a semblance to a 21st century being. She a really tough time writing the letter considering it had to go through traditional post she had to keep the masquerade in mind and sound like she knew what she was talking about. She'd never done this. It took her an hour to even type the first line. It didn't even sound like herself it was so fucking formal! Caitlyn seemed to think that making the letter sound like a University reference would be the best way to keep the masquerade up. Ms. Caitlyn Cummings 1 Throwley Way Sutton SM1 4FE, UK Dear Mr. Alarik Blucher, I hope that you are well, I know there have been several difficult late nights for you. I am writing to give you my formal recommendation of Ayla Ayhan for admission to the Blythe House Programme. She is new to the city of London and quite a wonderful person despite the reputation of her family. I have found her to be easy going, confident, scholarly and a natural linguist. I believe that she will make an excellent addition to the Programme if given the chance to. Her family name does not reflect the character that she holds. Please feel free to contact me with any further inquiries or concerns. I do realize that this request is of significant weight and I would be willing to meet any requirements you may have of me to see this request fulfilled. Thank you for your time and consideration, Caitlyn Cummings, Roses are Red, but they could be Blue too. But this did not sound like her at all! It sounded so lame and corporat-y. She could be professional yeah but she didn't want the Prince to think this was fake. The model Toreador had a punk edge and he'd seen that. She had to start over, she kept this file but made a new one deciding to stick with short and sweet as a theme. Caitlyn Cummings 1 Throwley Way Sutton SM1 4FE, UK To Mr. Blucher, I know you are going through some things but I also know that you are taking care of it. You are a man that knows how to handle himself! Ok, I am WRITING you this letter because I have a friend I'd like to recommend to you. Her name is Ayla Ayhan. She's new in town and looking for a good place to call home. I told her she should start at the Blythe House and that I would pass on my word for her. Her family has a bit sketchy rep though right? But she's not like them that I've seen. She's a chill person, really smart and usually works as a translator since she knows so many languages. That's how she serves her family. I think that's pretty commendable personally. I'm aware that this is a stretch and you've stretched for me previously but I'm willing to do whatever you need me to, so things go smoothly for her. Please feel free to contact me for whatever. Address is above, y'all should have my number, if not its *number*. Thanks for reading this, Cici Roses are Red, but they could be Blue too. ![]() Alright, that was much better. Her ass actually relaxed when the second letter was done. Dealing with the tight assed blue bloods tended to make one clench involuntarily. Except for that stunning Mr. O'Reilly. She sighed heavily, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. But he was taken. That was a really hard pill for Caitlyn to swallow. As much as she hated what Stephan did to her, it felt really good to have a strong, handsome, rich man playing to her whims. Margo was hella lucky. Caitlyn was making herself green with envy. A glance at the computer reminded her she wasn't really done, she had to write all this out on paper. She noticed her ass tensing this time and actually chanted some Yogini crap to chill her out. Pen met the paper and a handwritten letter was born! Caitlyn had to actually go to a 24 hour grocers to buy a pack of security envelopes and some stamps. The experience felt foreign to her. She addressed the envelope to Jane Poole and the address she struggled to remember having not saved it in her phone. Luckily she had a pretty good memory. The envelope was now addressed, stuffed, postage paid and delivered to the couriers. Hopefully she got the letter in a reasonable time. Ayla only had 10 nights before she'd get into trouble with the sheriff... Did this city even have a sheriff though? Caitlyn didn't remember seeing it on the back of the app. That's like a huge problem. How are they keeping the city secured then? She hrmphed and headed for the nearest club, the girl needed a drink with a few drinks to get over that whole experience. |
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| Ayla Ayhan | Monday, 17. February 2014, 03:33 Post #2 |
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The letter arrived not at any true address but a PO box run by a private mail company. If asked later none of the staff would be able to describe Jane Poole to whom the address belonged to. She did come in for her mail certainly, for it vanished like all the other customers did in due time. Yet none could recall this particular customer among the many serviced. Not that that was there fault, for applications of the Mask of a Thousand faces were endless but the most primal was not a face at all, but looking utterly forgettable and generic. Rather like Jane Poole herself, a literal nobody. And mortal minds had no capacity to resist the power of Kindred disciplines. Receiving the letter, Ayla looked it over and slipped it into a purse then discarded the other junk mail she had received that night. When she arrived at her haven some distance and several other uses of Obfuscation between the two locations Ayla looked it over again and chuckled with pleasure at the thought of its rather interesting author then slipped it into a small safe. |
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