The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Nov 19, 2010 21:43:36 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Would she be pressing charges? Yes, yes she would. It was the only way he would learn from his mistakes, and not be so stupid the next time. Humans really did have a special level of stupid reserved for them. His gender was not helping him at all either, clumsy, inattentive, and generally all too eager to target what they perceived to be the weaker gender. There were exceptions of course. Not many, but they were out there. She nodded in an altogether more business like way, this being a serious matter. "Yes I believe I will be pressing charges, and there is no time like the present, so I will be taking you up on the offer to drive me."
I believe Assault and theft are both reasonable.
Oh the police officer got off at five did he? Well, it wasn't too far away, and she had no other plans for the night. A restock of glass would have to wait. The urge was there though, so it would be a little bit of a challenge. Shula smiled once more, getting her way tended to have that effect. "Italian sounds lovely, detective. I will need to get changed however, before going out. This suit is not eveningwear after all." Shula looked to the police vehicle. It didn't look overly comfortable. It would have to do however. She wished the police force would invest in a few Mercedes cars, or perhaps Aston Martins, after all what police officer did NOT want to be James Bond?
Posted by Shula Nasser on Nov 19, 2010 14:05:14 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Detective Drake. He would be a fine addition to her social web, if he turned out to be the man he appeared to be in first impressions. Shula smiled and retracted her hand empty. She looked at the broken criminal, probably a first time criminal, a complete amateur. He would learn the hard way the price of incompetence. Shula stepped slightly closer to Drake, breaching the acquaintance bubble, in preference for the flirty bubble. "Make sure you use those, Detective. Don't disappoint me." Shula stepped slightly back again and winked. After all, a girl couldn't think about work all the time. "So are there any formalities I should be informed of Detective? I have to be plan accordingly, you understand, between meetings and work."
Be careful with him, you do not want him knowing too much about you, you know how men abuse that sort of thing.
Shula was disappointed with her own lack of attention in regards to the near theft. However she would have to deal with herself later. For now she had a deal to seal. Likely papers to sign. Would she need to make some form of report, or was that reserved for more major crimes. So few dealings with police had left her with a lack of knowledge on the matter. She would have to deal with that swiftly as well. She observed the detective carefully in the mean time; she wanted to know what he would do in advance. Perhaps he was close to being off duty? That would be convenient, as she had no more work for the day. Not that couldn't be pushed to someone else’s desk anyway.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Nov 13, 2010 20:26:41 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Shula was not used to being told what to do, especially not by police. She had been about to roast the little thief too, make him nice and dead. Luckily she had not. It was a bit crowded anyway, she didn't approve of her own clouded judgement. His confident remark about catching did not go unnoticed. "By the sound of it, I'd say syphilis." However he had a point. Shula had grabbed the purse from mid air, right where the overconfident officer had been standing. The criminal was also impressively forced to ground with an elbow and handcuffed. Now there was a person who could do their job well. He was a mutant though, so it was to be expected. Perhaps he wasn't a mongoloid like most of the people around her daily. It was a welcome discovery. The competent few among her network of interaction could always do with a bolstering in numbers.
Perhaps he is worth my time.
When the officer approached, his tone was noticeably a statement. "A keen observation officer. Thank you for your help." Shula smiled, perhaps a little bit forced, however she had just been robbed so it should not surprise the officer if she wasn't 100% okay. The man in handcuffs did not look pleased past the blood on his face. The smile Shula gave him, now that was 100% genuine. 100% genuine evil. "Now now, you're lucky, after all, he didn't shoot you."
Unfortunately.
Shula didn't add that, but she implied it with her tone. Reaching into her purse she retrieved a slip of paper she carried. It was for just the type of occasion where she met someone but it didn't seem like they would have time to finish their business. She only ever gave these slips to people she felt worth her time. It had three numbers on it, in order of preference; mobile, work and home. Holding it subtly in one hand she extended the hand to the officer. "I'm Shula Nasser, thank you so much officer, I'm not sure what I'd have done without you here." Her expression switched to slightly flirty, mostly gratitude. The paper would be transferred when they shook hands. After all, he was fast, mutant, good at his job, and judging by the uniform, fit as hell. What wasn't to like?
Posted by Shula Nasser on Oct 16, 2010 23:28:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
sorry it took forever to get a post up, but I figured i should explain my absense. I haven't posted lately because im currently doing my final high school exams, whatever those are called in any given country, here it's HSC. Should be back early november, if not, don't fret, it just means i prolly went to schoolies.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 6, 2010 8:39:56 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
"Likewise." Shula smiled, although it likely seemed out of place on her face. She wasn't used to using the seven muscles being contracted. Pleased with the answer she received, Shula was of course obliged to return the favour. She wasn't much for obligations however. She liked the idea of not telling this woman if she had multiple counts of murder against her name, it seemed illogical to do so for one. No she would not answer that question. Not directly anyway. "No comment." It was the age old fallback of all criminal everywhere, when directly asked about the crime, refuse comment, and everyone blames the lawyer. No she would not directly incriminate herself further. it would only be implicit in the comment.
If she has any kind of criminal brain she will understand.
"Among our own kind though, now there's a novel idea. However I fell I'm far too attached to my penthouse suite to live elsewhere, although that would of course be dependent on the other location." Shula returned to her less hurting serious face, or neutral as it had become over time. "Although supposing what you say is true a hierarchy must be in place certainly. I'm impressed that you have a self sufficient mutant government set up that I have not heard of. Then again you are yet to name it. I hear so much about them from my co-workers, most of whom are tragically missing, no doubt murdered by the supremacists among us." Shula nodded gravely, but her facial expression switched from neutral to having a tiny hint of pride. A tell, something no criminal needed, but all criminals had.
If only the rest of the plague would bow before us, it would make my life simpler.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 6, 2010 5:56:58 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
So he sat. Also he was being smart with her. Had she perceived him as any more than a nuisance she may have conveniently dropped him off the edge of the planet, so to speak. He was a little boy who should go home to mommy. How tragic if he were to disappear. Anti-mutant groups would be blamed. However his species bought him his life. As a mutant, he was annoying, as a human, despicable, acting well above their station with no evidence to support their right to act that way. He would not be dealt with too harshly. Now, for some more pivotal questions. "So, you attend an institution and what? Simply choose to ignore it? Never mind, it is no business of mine how you use your time. Tell me though, what are your feelings on our kind, yours and mine? Do you see us as the glorious master race? The protectors of the weak? Are you perhaps of the opinion that we ought be subservient to the, others?"
Completely bias every direction, no way to reveal your own thoughts accidentally.
Shula casually shifted to a more comfortable position, however maintaining her all business all power air. It was a certain aura that could work for one in many ways. Especially as a woman. Especially as a mutant. She needed that question answered before she could move on. Unfortunately some of those who had escaped a visit to the camps, or who were more deluded, still believed in co existence. The strutting of his power seemed to suggest that he was not one of those tragically confused mutants. Were that it would prove so.
What shall we do with you, young man, what indeed.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 8:57:43 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Shula simply nodded to the other mutants acceptance of her saw nothing clause, and to the compliment. She did however study the intricate work of the woman's metal attachments. She was like a Swiss army person, minus the life saving bits. When a hand was offered though, Shula was hesitant. A razor sharp claw didn't seem safe to be touching under any circumstances. So the Woman's name was Meld, or at least that was her alias. It was rather fitting. She decided, given the circumstances, to accept the hand, although she quickly formed a protective layer of glass over her hand. Cooling it so rapidly however required precise timing. She barely got it to the right temperature by the time their hands met. She shook twice, a brisk business shake, and let go, bringing her hand to her mouth to consume the glass. Waste not want not.
Well, maybe myself and this metal woman will get along fine.
When she had finished her glass glove, Shula actually offered a name "I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm Shula Nasser, Chief Operating Officer of this company." The title was just something she was used to giving with her name, it wasn't horn blowing, just habit. She considered the woman before her more carefully. "So where does one like yourself find sanctuary? Surely your rathe unsubtle appearance gives you away, so I doubt you're just covering up and leaving no reason to suspect you." Shula wanted to know, because one day she might need it. Then again one day she may just buy an island or something. With money, power and intimidation, anything was possible.
An Island, now that would be nice, a private sanctuary without those I deem unworthy present. Paradise.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 8:27:28 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Well now, he certainly had some questions for her. It was only fair after all hers. Unfortunately Shula Nasser wasn't the type that did fair. Avoid the questions you don't want to answer, make them forget they asked, another good business tactic, especially with PR, which wasn't really her strong point. "I prefer to keep my mutation out of the public knowledge. Some know I am one, but few know what it is." Honestly, did she make a living out of it? What a stupid question, and have everyone know who to blame when the glass pieces, bones still in them, finally washed into the sewage treatment plant? Unlikely. The boy was seemingly hesitant about her eating habits, or at least she judged that from the narrowed eyes. She now had a bit of glass available for general use, if his narrowed eyes turned out to be more sinister. Her own chair was hollow, holding her weight due to sheer construction, all the pressure being directed into the ground. She made the new comer one as well. She was happy that they hadn't bothered with names.
Now, to see if he sits, or feels insecure and keeps standing, lording his presence over me as much as he can. that will be the first sign of his usefulness.
Shula herself felt it may be her opportunity to ask a question. "So, what is it that you do, considering you don't attend any form of educational institution? Do you plan on making money on your looks, or in a career without educational requirements? That would make me quite sad." She herself had a master’s, so she saw the importance of education. After all, it had payed for itself fivefold already, and she was still expecting a bonus for how smoothly everything was going. Her ideas and her department had smoothed out field operations to a level where it cos the company very little to get a very high standard of product out in almost no time at all. Add to that they were accident free, due to some carefully placed mutants, some with kinetic abilities, others with some form of pre warning system that allowed them to correct mistakes before they were made. It all ran like a well oiled clock. So yes, she thought education was very important.
If he doesn't well, he fails, or at least he is used like a disposable plate, once, for nothing too heavy and nothing of value.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 6:38:38 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Shula spun around at the sound of something very heavy landing. The moment she did, it was clear she was a mutant, just something about all the metal parts. The woman complemented her. Well that was a step in the right direction. She made sure there was no glass left on the ground before replying. "I want it understood that you never saw that if anyone enquires about that man. But thank you. He was spreading his disease of hatred around my employees, he could not be tolerated. I am to assume you are as myself, superior?" The words came out without any hesitation; she had no reason to hide her beliefs now. It was clear the other mutant despised the human vermin as she did. Like minded people were good. Shula found she could manage not to dislike the woman, although her unsubtle appearance surely didn't intimidate any more than Shula's own aura of power. She couldn't see how the woman could be useful, but she could see they could be, oh what were those things? Friends? Well, acquaintances until she proved to be of the type of person Shula enjoyed the company of.
And now begins the intricate game of cat and mouse that is conversing.
Shula knew she couldn't run, even if she tried, the alley wouldn't allow it, so if this all turned out to be a ploy she would have to fight, which, after the previous expenditure, wasn't as feasible as she would have liked. Shula examined her new found tolerable person once more before speaking again. "So did you make all those yourself?" The veritable armoury was quite astounding, even if Shula found it to be tacky and showy. The other woman couldn't control the gift she was born with however, so at least she worked well with what she had.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 5:59:21 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Shula calmed slightly at the other mutant boy. So he had a sense of humour, and could keep his head under pressure. That was at least a few points his way. The woman took in a deep breath in and went to the normal manipulative tactic of resigned apology. It usually worked perfectly, especially given that she was a she. His snarkiness toward her would not go unnoticed, but she had already agreed with herself that this boy may be useful in some way or another, although he still seemed too young to be a boy toy, something about legal ages. That was fine by her, she didn't tend toward the young and foolish, it was the second part that annoyed her about them.
Okay, so time to see how friendly he will be.
"I'm sorry, I've had a tough day at work. They really don't pay me enough for the work they expect me to do; And the people they want me to deal with." She raised her hands and let her tone reflect her tactic. She even attempted to look apologetic, although she tended to end up looking more lost puppy that apologetic. "So are you going to get out, or are you a permanent resident of the world you're currently in?" The question served a double purpose. It was totally loaded, something they had learned in her degree. It implied their choices were limited to what she had said. Most people would take one or the other. Sometimes the savvier would throw the game out by simply replying with something that answered the question but didn't imply what the questioner wanted it to. Verbal contract could be a pretty binding thing in legal terms.
Little fly, step into the spider's lair.
Shula fashioned a chair for herself out of what glass she had left, let it cool rapidly, then sat in it. The supercooling effect her power bestowed the glass made sure she didn’t burn herself. She took a moment to eat two pint glasses and waited for her system to allow her to fashion one for her guest, should he choose to exit his reflective sanctuary.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 5:23:43 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
It's not very often a mutant, who had killed more people than she could be bothered to remember, okay so 46, was take a back by something, however, this was unusual enough to do just that. Why the hell was there a boy in her glass? Certainly she had not told him to be there. The only other explanation was that he was also a mutant. Well, it certainly was a unique ability. Unique she could appreciate, him interrupting her however, she could not. She tried to work out how much glass she could still form. Just enough for a getaway if she caught him off guard. Perhaps enough to mutilate. She was still in control.
Then nerve, did he just give ME and order?
"Do you have ANY idea who you are talking to? What gives you the idea you can give me orders? I had no intention of destroying what quite frankly is a masterpiece of mutant work? Who are you anyway? Shouldn't you be in school or something?" She would keep that half enraged, half contemptuous note in her voice until the boy proved he wasn't a complete imbecile, which she had her doubts he would do. Did he had a problem with women in positions of power? It wouldn't surprise her, most men did. It's why the glass ceiling effect was there. Luckily she ate glass for breakfast. But the matter at hand was why on earth was this street urchin bothering her? She made more in a year than he would in his life most likely, what on earth gave him the right?
I will swat him like a fly if he so much as flinches too quickly.
Her heels clacked on the glass as she turned to be more front-on to the teen. He was unfortunately attractive. Unfortunate because she may be forced to incinerate his face. The thought however, would stay at that until she had judged his use.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 4, 2010 4:44:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
Shula emptied her head. Her day had been trying. She hadn't been able to delegate duties. Why? Because the big boss had been in to see her. So she had to do all her own work without the help of minions. It had taken her a full half a working day to finish it all off. Why did so many people need her signature? Why didn't she have a stamp? A royal seal like a monarch, she was, after all, queen of her castle, right after the CEO who frankly she doubted could tell the ass end of a screwdriver, so she had no idea what he was doing in construction. At least she had done the research. Regardless, some things had been approved, others calculated, others discarded then shredded when the final decision had been made. Once the CEO was gone she had left. She hated the man with a passion, but his death would be noticed for sure.
Those bloody peons knew they were untouchable from the moment that fat KALET!
She had enough glass in her system to barely avoid actually paralysing herself. She formed the majority of it into two large orbs and sent them hurtling into the brick side of the building she had taken to venting her anger behind. They formed two perfectly smooth, circular mirrors on the wall where they cooled from the yellow glowing molten state to the typical clear glass, but with the impurities in the New York air and the dark colour of the wall, they simply reflected her face back, their backs turned black. She refrained from screaming, it would attract attention from the street just an L bend away. The entire area around her appeared much like a hall of mirrors, except with waves of glass and spikes all over the place. It was another place she had marked. The bums of the area feared her, the disappearances had made sure of that. Gifts of glass were left in this location too. Clearly the shop owner didn't mind however, as there was no surveillance or signs of removal.
And so art should not be removed!
The entire area had that ambience of at once rage and fear that accompanied those with power.
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 3, 2010 22:34:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
The gentleman was not being very co-operative if Shula told the truth. In fact, he was being downright rude. He had some strong opinions on mutants, and he wasn't shy about voicing them. He was a man who thought himself brave and superior to the mutants. He would soon find out he was not. She had publicly had a fellow mutant at the company ask him to shut his mouth. The mutant had been new to the company, no-one knew him, he'd come out of it scot free, there would be no evidence to support any claims made by people who saw the incident. Shula had been following the man ever since. She saw her opportunity as he turned down a shortcut behind the HQ building. It was only ever used by their employees. Even the low lives avoided it, because it was barely beyond shoulder width, offered no place to hide and from any given direction you entered it seemed to be a dead end. The man had left early, enraged by the confrontation.
So now I strike.
Shula approached him quickly from behind. He spun to see who it was. In the deserted path Shula saw that glint in his eye she was well accustomed to, the will to purge. That and fear were the only ones she saw often enough to recognise, except for lust or, worse still, love. But this was the look of the bigot, of the KKK member. Shula broke the silence. "Now now, what do we have here? What's wrong, don't like mutants? Well then big man, do something about it, as you can see, we're alone. So go on, you pathetic human worm." The man sprung. A gun came out, a gun he wasn't licensed to conceal, something Shula knew for a fact. He brought it up, pulled the action back on the large pistol. Shula didn't move, she'd dealt with it before. Before the man could pull the trigger and orb of molten glass engulfed his hand and arm, another going into his mouth and throat. All of the appendages, still within her range of control, were burned to the bone. A final ball of glass engulfed the man’s entire torso. From there it dripped down to his legs until nothing but his bones remained. They were beautifully encased in a human shaped glass figure, held perfectly in place, the only piece of him remaining the top of his head, which had somehow survived the radiant heat.
You should have picked you battle you insignificant worm. How long till they notice you're missing? It won’t matter by then.
She had picked the spot for its convenient sewer access via manhole. She removed the plate and toppled the glass statue over, causing the brittle material to shatter. She moved the smaller pieces individually into the sewer. The glass would sink to the bottom of the muck stream and never be seen again. Replacing the lid Shula stood up and smiled. Another righteous victory for her kind over the scum the preceded them, another moment of pride in what she was. He had no friends, he had no family, they had all abandoned him when he became the bigot he was. No one would notice, no one would care, and he would disappear of the employee pay roll mysteriously. Power, unlimited POWER!
Posted by Shula Nasser on Sept 3, 2010 21:42:29 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -6
It was astonishing the sort of mood firing an incompetent idiot on his birthday could put one in. She had waited too, it was one of her favourite games, and it left her employees worried about their special day rather than excited. Christmas was another good one, but giving them their bonus first didn't sit well with her. They had to work for their pay! Unlike her. Her ability to subtly delegate was amazing, the boss didn't notice, and after all she still did make the actual decisions personally, like that universal pay rise to all in the field employees in exchange for 2 extra non overtime hours a day. That pay raise really hadn't been worth it for them, but it was a curse disguised as a blessing, and the board thought she was Jesus for suggesting it. Shula Nasser was dressed in her usual, a nice ladies business suit, black, traditional, yet somehow flattering. Yes, with the autumn sun out and the wind low, trees beginning their cycle of death that brought such vibrant colours to the city, and one vacant position to fill with someone who could do their job, the woman smiled.
Ah the park, always glass here.
Central park was directly across the road from her, although given its size it was pretty much directly across the road of half the city. The lights changed and she stepped onto the road with a pace and presence that made others steer clear of her. Ahead she saw an employee, who she only recognised because he did his job exceptionally well. He had just performed a 180 and was briskly walking the other way. Unfortunately for her, as well as being good at his job he was also smart. The same couldn't be said for the female who approached her. "Miss Nasser, what a surprise to run into you today!" The girl couldn't have tried harder to kiss her ass without getting down on her hands and knees. "Yes, hello, how are you? I'm very sorry that we appear to be going opposite directions, we should do lunch some time to discuss your promising future in your department." She took a picture of the girl on her phone and put it into a journal entry, making a point of reading what she typed very falsely "Lunch, Tuesday." What it really said was 'get file on her Monday' but the girl didn't need to know that. Shula continued across the road and made it to the other side as the light changed on her.
Pathetic kiss up, I should make sure she gets a mountain of paper on her desk on Tuesday.
Shula strode with an outward confidence that was mirrored on the inside, as it tended to be when she ruined someone's entire year. It meant she didn't feel like she constantly had to constantly watch her back, which she did anyway, because she didn't trust anyone. She entered the park by the main road traffic inlet and started a beeline for the centre of absolutely no where, not that she was wearing appropriate footwear for the cross country work, so her bee line was more of just following the side walk. It would take her where she intended to be anyway. She liked the feeling as the crowd sensed her status and moved apart for her subconsciously or consciously, it didn't matter, it made her feel superior.
Yes, I'm better than all of you, aren't I you pathetic human vermin.
