Anna, 25 years of age, living in London during the Victorian times. She was obsessed with stories all about detectives and mystery and most of all, villainous crimes and plots. She worked as an intern in the police, just the usual, scratty jobs. Getting coffee and making sure everything is in line for either meeting or an interview.
Part time though, Anna is a journalist, she finds the scoops on the latest crimes in the main, big streets of London. The crimes are normally petty ones just because she is new to the journalistic career. Her editor only trusts her with stories about petty thefts and just ones like that. Basically the boring ones, the ones which would make her sit at her desk and tap her pen against the table, sighing constantly as if she was in the classroom again, back at school. Quite often her boss, Mrs. J. Fowler (as she was known as), would wander past her, looking at her work over her shoulder, making sure she is doing work because according to her Anna was a slacker who constantly day-dreamed.
"Anna! Are you even going to do any work?" Mrs. J. Fowler snapped, quickly putting her hands on her hips and staring at her with beady, brown eyes, attempting to transfer fear into Anna.
"Y-Yes Ma'am I – I um was just.. thinking about what to write, you know how these things go, try not to make yourself repetitive in the stories." She quickly answered, stuttering as the attempt to put fear in her had worked, dramatically.
"Yes, well. I think you were being a day-dreamer Anna and I want you to know that this is the final straw for you. Do anything like this again and I will dismiss you. No questions asked. Am I making myself entirely clear?!"
Anna nodded, slowly decreasing the height of her head with the end result of her staring down at the piece of paper full of words and her favorite blue inked, black covering, ink blotted pen. Her typewriter stood next to the ink where she would dip her pen in. The paper in the typewriter was brand new, not crinkled and no stains. She thought carefully about what to write first, trying not to mess it up was a big deal. The article she was writing about was a thief who had stolen valuables from a rich family on the West end side of London. She cracked her fingers, moved the ink to one side and after 10 full minutes of thinking of a headline, she began to write.
'THIEF GETS AWAY WITH PRIZED ITEMS, NO TRACE LEFT'
"Well, not exactly a contender for headline of the year, but I suppose it'll do." She thought to herself as it was just about time for lunch.