Thread: Milenko & Nixie

??My name is Rebecca Shurman and this was the six o?? clock news. Goodnight.? That dazzling signature smile graced the features of the BBC news anchor, her blue eyes smiling warmly at the camera as well until she heard the theme tune role, after which she turned her attention to sorting out her papers, deciding most of them could be chucked on her way out. She closed the lid of her laptop with a clink and looked up as the little red light on the camera winked out of existence. ??Cheers, Rebecca, that??s all for tonight.? the head cameraman said whilst simultaneously pointing at one of the newer employees and making a come hither gesture. Poor boy? Rebecca thought with an amused smirk, looking at the new guy. Dave was a nice guy but he was a bit of a slave driver. Probably just pissed off that he worked in a news studio and not in some fancy Hollywood one. Thank God I don??t work for him. she thought, standing up and smoothing down her tailored black skirt. As always, she wore a sophisticated business suit with a feminine white blouse, but Rebecca also made it her business to look sexy and professional at the same time. She always wore skirts that clung to her shapely waist and jackets that would subtly emphasise the size of her boobs. Call it vanity, but if you were appearing on national television everyday, you??d want to look your best too. Her hair was rich colour of golden syrup and cut into a choppy bob with a side parting, although she had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears constantly. She had a pleasant face, defined features, plump lips, high cheekbones, soft blue eyes and thick lashes. To her annoyance, there was also a sprinkling of freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks that spoke of her childhood days spent in the sun. Or as much sun as there ever was. She slid her laptop into her bag and stepped off of the colourful red platform with a sigh, her heels clicking on the ground and her hips swaying. ??Off somewhere?? Dave called with curiosity, now done with giving his inferior a good bollocking for some unimportant fuck up. Rebecca paused and looked over her shoulder at the man. ??Yeah?I have a dinner arrangement.? she said before walking off, ignoring the head that turned in her wake. Rebecca was an attractive woman and she knew it but sometimes her job got a little tedious. She loved it, but what was the point in telling everyone the news when it was the news they wanted or needed to hear? It was all wrong, it was all corrupt, she thought as she left the building ignoring the icy chill that slid under her clothes. She shuddered and made her was over to her black mini cooper and smiled fondly at it. Despite her wealth, Rebecca had always had a penchant for the little car. Now, off to her ??dinner arrangement?. Half an hour later, Rebecca was sitting across a circular tables, looking seductively up through her eyelashes at George Searle, an MP and old college ??friend? of hers. Actually, friend would be the wrong word and so would acquaintance, but either way he was boring as hell and it took a lot of effort for Rebecca to pretend to be interested in the podgy git. ??So George?how is everything?? she asked in a soft tone as she looked at him over her menu. ??Not very good?? the man replied. ??I??ve just divorced Cla-? ??Oh you poor thing.? Rebecca pouted for him. It was what he was after anyway. ??I??ve been there, I know how it is. But I??m sure you??re better off without her.? she lowered her voice slightly and licked her lips as a waiter appeared to take their order. ??I??ll skip the Starter, thank you, and just have the Caesar Salad. Oh, and small glass of red if you will.? Rebecca beamed at the waiter. There was no way in hell she was going to be sitting across from this loser for three whole courses. Rebecca returned her attention to George. ??But how about your work life? How??s that?? she asked, her heart hammering. ??Oh hectic as hell, what with the press and the immi-? he cut off, suddenly aware that he was about to say something he ought not to. Rebecca raised her eyebrows innocently. ??And the??? she prompted. When this didn??t seem to work she cursed inwardly. The things I do for my country? and she slid her foot out of her shoe and slowly let it glide up his leg and towards his crotch, a naughty smirk creeping onto her face. ??And the??? she prompted for the second time. The low growl of an engine was the only sound that that met Amy??s ears. She sat in the back of the rusted bus, staring out of the window at the remote, passing countryside of Scotland. She was bored as hell and her mind only consisted of her bitter ranting. Because of one incident, one injury they were sending her off to do a dumb-arse??s job of just walking around and watching. It was such a fucking piss take. Amy??s fists balled and with a sigh turned her head from the window to look at the seat in front of her. ??Not long now, love.? The driver said to her, looking at her through the mirror with his kindly brown eyes. ????Kay.? she answered softly but somewhat distractedly. She sat there in her plain khaki one piece, the top half undone to reveal a plain black t-shirt beneath. Looking at her, you wouldn??t exactly say that she had the perfect body type for the army. Her breast were large enough to look just downright unpractical. Eat your heart out, Lara fucking Croft. Other than this small or large problem, she had tamed the rest of her body into a permanent state of fitness, her legs and arms toned. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, low enough for her black cap to be able to sit snugly on her head. Eventually, the care pulled to a halt outside her destination and while the security measures may have impressed some other, more nave people, it didn??t faze Amy in the slightest. She got out the truth, slinging her rucksack on her back. She had been told that she hadn??t the need to bring much as everything would be provided for her. But there were still a few items Amy wouldn??t be caught dead without. Her heavy boots crunched on the gravel beneath her and her laces, lazily undone, spilled over the sides. The driver winked at her before making his way around the back of the building. Amy was sure he had said something about provisions but Amy just shrugged off the thought and made her way to the first bout of security, which she got passed with ease and then limped in the direction she had been told to meet her new Captain, what joy. At the sound of an engine approaching, Nahala Beorn quickly moved to stand on her bed and look out of the window. Not a lot happened when you were locked up in such a place and it was quite pathetic how the arrival of a truck could be the highlight of one??s day. Her sharp eyes clearly spotted a woman getting out of the truck in uniform. Oh wonderful, another one of?them. Her body shuddered slightly at the thought of the usual soldiers and guards. So far Nahala had lasted pretty well, without much trouble but she had only been there a week and had yet to meet Captain White, apparently the worst of them all. She shuddered again. She hadn??t believed the rumours she had been told before she had heard the screaming, the grunting, the roaring and then seeing the dignity-robbed, dishevelled faces of her peers at exercise and lunch times. Nahala hopped down from her bed and rubbed at her temples. She moved over to a small bowl of water and washed her face as if the wash out her terrible thoughts. Though it was fruitless as just then a man??s howl of pain screeched to her ears. She stayed suspended over the bowl of water and stared hard at her reflection trying to concentrate on it and forget everything else. Staring just as intently back at her, she would see a woman with dark hair that fell in waves right down to her arse and even darker eyes that for most of the time appeared black. Her darker skin colour matched her and like most women from her origins, she had very strong features that she??d found either drew or repulsed the English men. Hearing a noise outside her cell, she tilted her head and walked over to the door, pushing her ear against it so as to hear better. ??Hello?? she called, her words tainted by an accent.