07-28-2013, 11:14 AM
((Continued from Reporting))
Torri left the hotel at 05h00 after confirming it was a short twenty-minute walk to the Kremlin. She had no interest in sight-seeing on the way, although the glittering reflection of the early morning light struck the buildings with impressive grandure. She was tempted to wander, but made a note to work in exploration later in the day, assuming there was time. Torri was still in the dark regarding the details of this reassignment.
She was in the sleek skirt and jacket uniform of stout, but pristine Custody gray. The medical corps insignia was apparent on one arm, the double bars of captain's rank topped a shoulder, and the black and orange emblem of the CCD was proudly displayed alongside her other badges. Her hair was pulled into the snug bun of regulation, tightening the focus to her expression. Yet when her black heels struck the ancient stones within the Kremlin walls, an uncharacteristic flutter of excitement gripped her stomach. It was too early for tourists, though she was aware they would flood these streets soon enough, so in that moment, she felt the dwarfing weight of the CCD rise up around her.
A proud smile briefly tugged her lips. Then Torri pulled her posture straight and approached the Senate building, the structure which she was meant to report first. She had credentials and clearance to obtain, administrative works all of it, but she was a physician, she was used to paperwork.
Edited by Torri, Jul 29 2013, 05:22 PM.
Torri left the hotel at 05h00 after confirming it was a short twenty-minute walk to the Kremlin. She had no interest in sight-seeing on the way, although the glittering reflection of the early morning light struck the buildings with impressive grandure. She was tempted to wander, but made a note to work in exploration later in the day, assuming there was time. Torri was still in the dark regarding the details of this reassignment.
She was in the sleek skirt and jacket uniform of stout, but pristine Custody gray. The medical corps insignia was apparent on one arm, the double bars of captain's rank topped a shoulder, and the black and orange emblem of the CCD was proudly displayed alongside her other badges. Her hair was pulled into the snug bun of regulation, tightening the focus to her expression. Yet when her black heels struck the ancient stones within the Kremlin walls, an uncharacteristic flutter of excitement gripped her stomach. It was too early for tourists, though she was aware they would flood these streets soon enough, so in that moment, she felt the dwarfing weight of the CCD rise up around her.
A proud smile briefly tugged her lips. Then Torri pulled her posture straight and approached the Senate building, the structure which she was meant to report first. She had credentials and clearance to obtain, administrative works all of it, but she was a physician, she was used to paperwork.
Edited by Torri, Jul 29 2013, 05:22 PM.