DELETED398633 — Roleplayer Guild

Location: Her desk (18) → Main Office Area (by the entrance of the conference room)  
Interacting with: Herself and the cool camera crew → Mention of Temperance (both sections) and Rose (second section of post) → Observing mostly everyone and talking to Ger-bear and Boss Ferguson (second section of post)
| Outfit | Song | 
   
For someone who was in pain and holding an ice pack a little above her right leg's calf, over her tan pants since they clothed her form ever so tightly, the young Asian woman of twenty five was delighted to answer her first interview question. She went by the name: Nana Darling (the positive ray of sunshine and the one and only Customer Service Rep). There was a bright gleam in her hazel orbs as she deeply observed the single-camera setup placed on the empty desk next to her's. There wasn't much space in her general vicinity, so since no one occupied that desk, the camera crew could use it however they pleased. This gave them a diagonal angle of her small section and an excellent view of a picture on her desk in a light blue wooden frame of Jude sitting on his late father's shoulders widely grinning. She knew a thing or two about filmmaking, since she constantly digested an immense amount of reading content just to know things. One fact being that their documentary filmmaking style would be Cinéma Vérité, or truthful cinema, which would highlight the 'realness' of their subjects - direct and up close. Did she mind strangers having a glimpse of her life? Absolutely not! So long as they didn't pry into her personal issues, she was all for this experiment! 

The camera's viewpoint started off with a quick close up of the ice pack, before zooming out and exposing the mise-en-scène, or the visual theme, of her domain. Everything around her told a story, her story. The beauty of filmmaking was every element from the visuals to the ambient noise mattered. It was an art form that made our senses run wild in intrigue. From the pictures of Jude on the walls and on her desk to her intentional (OCD-level) placement of office supplies, to even the cute chibi drawing of her on a small chalkboard... All things mattered. She always appreciated when her coworkers surprised her with words or doodles. Her chalkboard was open to all. The man behind the camera knew this question wasn't needed, but he wanted to know what happened to her, so there was a faint, 'Are you alright?' that could be heard in the camera's perspective. A shotgun mic attached to a boom pole was hovering over her head, therefore making her voice the most prominent. Since this was a low budget production, the crew men could not afford lavalier microphones, nor did they want to worry about putting them on and off each staff member. With the boom mic they had more mobility, which was exactly what they wanted. 

Sitting up, the woman with a happy disposition placed the ice pack on her desk and eagerly waved at the lens, before locking her gaze with the camera guy, "Yeah, of course! A bit bruised and I think today is a not go-on-the-roof-and-dance-my-heart-out day, BUT that's okay! There's always tomorrow." Clasping her hands together on her lap, with her back straight and her hair draping down in front of her shoulders, Nana smiled and allowed the mysterious man to investigate more into the situation: 'If you don't mind me asking, what happened?' 

"Oh don't worry! I'm happy to answer." Her gaze looked up toward the ceiling as she thought of this morning's events, "It's funny this happened. Now I understand how Chris feels when I first joined and accidentally injured him... because I was nervous! Well, the new girl, Temperance I do believe her name is, was in a rush and kinda ran into me, with her box." She paused and her body shivered from the thought of the pain of being stepped on, "Kind of glad you guys didn't get that on camera... her heel hurt like... a lot." She brushed the incident off with a light giggle. As much as they wanted to hear more, he knew he had to ask the question he wanted mostly everyone to answer: I know this is not relevant to what happened to you and I'm sorry that happened, but since we only have so much time, I was wondering, why Dunder Mifflin?

Nodding as he talked, Nana took in his question and thought to herself for a brief moment, before answering, "Why here? Stability mostly for me and my son, Jude. He's my everything, as you can see..." She gestured around her which was enough to display her motherly love for her child, "I don't get nearly as much as I could but I make by. At first, it was simply an easy opportunity. Customer service is making people happy. I'm good at that. Yet, now I feel part of the family, you know?"

After having returned the ice pack back into the freezer, with a subtle limp in her step (a smile hiding the lingering pain), she left the kitchen and went to the main area, where mostly everyone was. The more lively area of the office. Nana was in her interview when Emily went to the front, so they hadn't talked yet for the day. The young mother only received one call from a customer since her busy hours were more often than not after eleven. Honestly, it was mostly her talking to Rose on the phone about what happened to her this morning and how adorable Temperance was. Both would look busy but today wasn't a hectic day at the paper company. 

By the time she got to the front, with her composition book and pen in hand (for note taking), Ferguson was cheering, "Heid doon arse up!" Gwen, Alastair, and Eduard were in a conversation, while Nana's two main girls (Rose and Emily) were chatting it up at the receptionist's desk. Nana's future best friend (Eugene) was by her desk and through the corner of her eyes she saw Chris walking to the conference room and Gerald getting ready to head on in himself. With a serene smile, she scurried to him (trying her best to make her limp not TOO noticeable), "Gooooood morning, Gerald!" (She would have called him Ger-Bear or Brother Bear if Ferguson wasn't standing so close to him). She turned to 'the Man' of Dunder Mifflin New Castle and gave him an appreciative and adorable salute, "Reporting for duty, Boss!" Nana had a habit of calling Ferguson 'Boss', he didn't seem to mind it. 

Bringing her attention back to the closest person to her in the office, Nana glanced up at Gerald and offered, "Want to sit next to me?" Her hazel orbs gestured that they should hurry inside before seats were claimed. However, knowing some of her coworkers, she could believe someone coming up and claiming her as their's for the meeting. That has happened to her before and there wasn't enough time for her to refuse them usually. The faster Gerald replied, the sooner he could be her meeting buddy! "Oh, oh, oh! In And Then There Were None, I love how they bend the formula of murder mysteries by making the victims of murders... murderers themselves! Well... Emily Brent did not kill her servant... sad life for her. Anyhow! I really like the justice theme it has. But should we agree that all those who died deserve their deaths? Does Judge Wargrave truly have the authority to be their punisher? I don't think so because he is a sadist! And insane!" There was always passion behind Nana's words when she talked about her interests.
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