Title: Debutant (Fanfic series called: Marchepieds Suivants)
Author: Gwen T.
e-mail: geogemini2003@yahoo.com
Website url: http://groups.msn.com/Alias
feedbacks: Please feel free to tell me what you think via e-mail.
distribution: Archive (Ok, if you tell me beforehand)
disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of J.J Abrams and Bad Robot productions. I do not own any of the original characters.
Summary: A world hidden, is opened to a young woman.
Rating: PG-13
Classification: Action/ Adventure, drama, mystery
Debutant-Chapter 2 (Wishing for a sign)
Warmth filled her body. As she laid down a mug of coffee on her desk she sank right into her chair.
"Hey, Del, what do you think?" a young woman asked as she waved a lilac dress around.
"Oh, pretty," her exhausted friend answered, "going on another date?"
"Yes," she blushed and went inside the bathroom to change still carrying on the conversation.
"Matthew and I are going to see the symphony," she said yelling from the small bathroom.
"Really?" sounding surprised.
"Yup," she emerged from the bathroom with a smile.
"You look great, I hope you two have fun," her friend said then felling a small bit of jealousy.
"So, how was your day?" Jude asked noticing the exhaustion.
"Well, seven interviews straight from sunrise," sighing.
"Any luck?"
"Nope. It was fine, until they asked me my age. Then it became "oh really, I'm sorry you don't seem to have any experience," answering in a mocking tone.
"What do they expect I'm only 18."
"Anne, you'll find something."
"Thanks," she smiled back.
As Jude strolled out Anne made herself comfortable in her chair. "Good luck," Jude shouted from the doorway. Clutching a coin from her table she shouted back "I just wish someone would give me a sign," as she turned through her book. Then a sharp pain jolted from her right hand.
"Ow," she whispered. A paper cut. Putting down the coin she found the immediate source. A card. Snatching a napkin to stop the bleeding which became bigger than a paper cut and a bit painful. Anne walked outside her room and into the hallway.
Anne picked up the card. It was the card that she had been given three months ago by the mysterious man. She hadn't forgotten about it, it was hard to forget about something like that. The card had been misplaced. She read it carefully. Thought about it for the last two months. Picking up the receiver of a pay phone she slowly dialed each number, acting as if were a carefully planted trap.
"Hello?" she asked nervously. "I-I'm calling about a job offer." A brief moment of silence. Was she in trouble, she thought. "One moment please, I'll transfer you."
In a couple of minutes she was invited for an interview to a downtown building.
Excitedly she agreed. She placed the receiver back and walked away.
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Author: Gwen T.
e-mail: geogemini2003@yahoo.com
Website url: http://groups.msn.com/Alias
feedbacks: Please feel free to tell me what you think via e-mail.
distribution: Archive (Ok, if you tell me beforehand)
disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of J.J Abrams and Bad Robot productions. I do not own any of the original characters.
Summary: A world hidden, is opened to a young woman.
Rating: PG-13
Classification: Action/ Adventure, drama, mystery
Debutant-Chapter 2 (Wishing for a sign)
Warmth filled her body. As she laid down a mug of coffee on her desk she sank right into her chair.
"Hey, Del, what do you think?" a young woman asked as she waved a lilac dress around.
"Oh, pretty," her exhausted friend answered, "going on another date?"
"Yes," she blushed and went inside the bathroom to change still carrying on the conversation.
"Matthew and I are going to see the symphony," she said yelling from the small bathroom.
"Really?" sounding surprised.
"Yup," she emerged from the bathroom with a smile.
"You look great, I hope you two have fun," her friend said then felling a small bit of jealousy.
"So, how was your day?" Jude asked noticing the exhaustion.
"Well, seven interviews straight from sunrise," sighing.
"Any luck?"
"Nope. It was fine, until they asked me my age. Then it became "oh really, I'm sorry you don't seem to have any experience," answering in a mocking tone.
"What do they expect I'm only 18."
"Anne, you'll find something."
"Thanks," she smiled back.
As Jude strolled out Anne made herself comfortable in her chair. "Good luck," Jude shouted from the doorway. Clutching a coin from her table she shouted back "I just wish someone would give me a sign," as she turned through her book. Then a sharp pain jolted from her right hand.
"Ow," she whispered. A paper cut. Putting down the coin she found the immediate source. A card. Snatching a napkin to stop the bleeding which became bigger than a paper cut and a bit painful. Anne walked outside her room and into the hallway.
Anne picked up the card. It was the card that she had been given three months ago by the mysterious man. She hadn't forgotten about it, it was hard to forget about something like that. The card had been misplaced. She read it carefully. Thought about it for the last two months. Picking up the receiver of a pay phone she slowly dialed each number, acting as if were a carefully planted trap.
"Hello?" she asked nervously. "I-I'm calling about a job offer." A brief moment of silence. Was she in trouble, she thought. "One moment please, I'll transfer you."
In a couple of minutes she was invited for an interview to a downtown building.
Excitedly she agreed. She placed the receiver back and walked away.
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