<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Council chambers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>First impressions<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>All<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It would seem that the council’s inner chambers were destined to become familiar ground for Samantha; this would mark her fourth visit in the same number of days. Twisting hallways and the maze of security checks ultimately brought her to a quiet space that felt cold and empty despite its finery. Or, maybe that was just due to the impression all political figures gave her -a disconnect from the real world while touting false scripture of the betterment of civilian lives. The hospitals and research facilities she has worked in during her tenure were sterile places, but something about this room made her feel it completely void of<em>life</em>.<br/><br/>It was, in itself, a cold vacuum. Just a room, a tool, something used but never appreciated and devoid of thriving warmth. The couches and bar filled with refreshments were little more than empty promises. No one would take their ease here, or curl up for a quick nap on the lounge. It was a disconnected business. The walls were empty, the shelves held no mementos or marks of achievement. Even the buzz of machinery and the hum of air ducts were forced to keep their existence in check. Empty quiet.<br/><br/>Or, at least it was during her previous visits. For the first time, it would seem she wouldn’t have to sit alone in this room, waiting for one of the councilors to acknowledge her presence.<br/><br/>Samantha offered a quick smile at her attendant as thank you for the escort, the expression never quite reaching her pale blue eyes. And, just like every time before now, the Asari nodded their head in acknowledgment before turning around without another word. The door clicked closed, and the human became the fifth member of this room.<br/><br/>She crossed over to the seat councilor Sparatus indicated for her, and tried to look relaxed when she was everything but relaxed. Samantha pressed her palms against the top of her knees, kept her tired eyes focussed on the ground, and waited in silence with the rest of the group.