Rina sat at her desk organizing piles of pages she had on her desk. She had been at the FBI for about a year now. She still had no real case in her personal opinion. For the most part, she was a secretary, She filed pages of reports of unknown agents. She sighed. Why was she stuck with nothing to do? She had her cases, but those were little minor things that really weren't useful to boost her career. She rubbed her temples as she stared at the page of pages in front of her. She sat up, and pulled the hair tie out of her hair. She ruffled up her silly smooth blonde hair, and tied it up in a messy ponytail. Strands covered her face, but she really didn't care. For the most part, majority of the office wouldn't care.

She spun over to the computer that, and began typing away. Typing reports into the FBI system. She was bored because she was a fast typer so the files were in the system within minutes. When she finished, she began searching through old file cases, never finished. A certain Callista Collier. Interesting history, but she didn't look at it long. She went on, and then she closed it out. She looked at her desk, and tidied up a little bit. Ordering files into alphabetical order, and then making a big pile of her desk. She placed her head on her arms and closed her eyes for a brief moment. Then she received an incredibly painful headache. She couldn't move. It hurt so much. Oh god she muttered. She bit her lip, and hoped it would disappear, but sadly she didn't have the strenght of her mother to rid the pain in her head.

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mood; =D
music; Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
comments; rawr ♥

Rina received these incredible painful migraine during certain times of the year. They seem to appear at random. She sighed. It always seemed to work out like that. She pulled her head up gently and found a brunette haired woman asking her if she was all right. She nodded her head, and smiled. "It's just a migraine. Do you have any pain killers by any chance?" she asked. She wasn't sure why she was able to ask this woman for medication. She didn't know her. She breathed in deeply, and pulled her ponytail out again. She ruffled her long blonde hair, and looked up at the woman. She wondered why she decided to come and ask if she was all right.

post; crummy, but complete
mood; i seriously would love to shot myself in the foot.
music; Boomslang Rabbit - Anthony Graffeo
comments; i hate band camps. T_T

Rina smiled. She was completely appreciative of the woman who had just walked into her office. She heard a couple things jingle within the confides of the woman's pockets. She smiled. It seemed like this woman carried everything with her and not in a purse. She smirked. Sounded like her a lot. She hated purses. Such a nuisance. Thats what pockets were made for, well not in woman's pockets, anyways. There were always too small for her taste. She took a deep intake of air with another sting of pain in her cranium. This sucked. She was trying to work and she had a headache. Great...

She smiled. "Thanks so much," she muttered. She took the pain killers and popped out two pills. She swallowed them whole and dry. She blinked a couple of times. She knew it would be a while before the affects of the pain killers would actually kick it. She looked at the red haired woman and smiled. "Thanks. I'm Rina," she said with a bright smile. She had always been the social one. She could always make friends easily, and most people remained her friends. She could easily handle herself in the world. She had a unique sense of understanding people.

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mood; err...
music; Much Like Falling - Flyleaf
comments; um...rawr. =D