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</div></span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Victoria hummed as her truck carefully eased it's way down the road in no real hurry. She loved being in her 1999 Chevy Cheyenne, a loving restoration effort she'd put in ever since she'd graduated high school, though considering the loveliness of the day she would've rather been out going on a long-distance walk to take advantage of such prime conditions. But oh well, you've gotta work to eat, gotta eat to work. And today her priority was a gathering that was taking place at a local hotel, and she needed to be there stat so that she was sure she didn't miss roll call. pulling into the rather congested parking lot, she was able to find a particular space with ease and slowly steered in. Ah, made it and about 13 minutes early! If she wasn't early, she felt, she'd have been late.<br/>
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She got out of the truck, adjusting her workshirt and checking her hair in the mirror before grabbing everything she needed--her duffel bag full of clothes for the week, certain amenities and unmentionables she'd packed just in case an emergency were to occur. Slinging the bag around her shoulder and then making sure the truck was locked, she made her way inside the hotel, momentarily stopping inside to lightly whistle while observing how <i>packed</i> the place was.<br/>
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Noticing a familiar face, she trodded casually up towards a woman with a clipboard, who took quick notice of her before her eyes scrolled down the list on her clipboard. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"And you would be miss...Hawes?"</span><br/>
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"Ha<i>y</i>es," Victoria corrected her with a smile. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Yes, it's me. You were the one I gave the application to, yeah?"</span><br/>
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"Mhm. Good eye for detail." Retrieving another badge holder and a piece of badge card, she was about to write something down before she paused and looked back up at the taller woman. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Pardon me, but remind me...did you prefer Victoria, or Vicci?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I usually only let my friends refer to me as Vicci, but you can write that down if you want."</span><br/>
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Pat the ZumTech recruiter scribbled down <i>Vicci </i>on the card, slipped the badge card into the holder, handed it to Victoria, then slowly walked away, looking to move on to the next person on her list. Turning away to notice where the bags were all being deposited, Victoria slowly eased her way through the crowd to get to it, gently setting it on top of a few more before turning to look around the room. It was as if she'd been deposited inside of an ant farm and she was only at the surface of it. Sales really was a cutthroat field, but she was hoping to try to do her hardest to get a foothold into it. She had the customer service skills to succeed, but was unsure of her proper role when it came to life.<br/>
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...ooh, a buffet bar!<br/>
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Carefully weaving her way through the cluttered room of ants, Victoria made her way to the bar and selected a small salad dish before her eyes darted over the strange variety of selections available. She ended up going for the curious choices of a strange meat salad, picking out a few scoopfuls of ham squares, some croutons, peas, corn and a dash of salt.<br/>
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When she was about to take her first spoonful, that was when she accidentally backed into someone rather lightly...someone that strangely seemed only about three-quarters of her size. She turned and looked down, giving an embarrassed look. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"O-Oh, I-I'm sorry!!"</span></span></span>