ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Feb 8, 2020 15:26:13 GMT
Ingrid’s base of operations was miles away from here, right in the country’s political heart in Washington DC, but it didn’t mean they didn’t need something here in town. This was more to do with family, Rowan suspected, but having travelled to what appeared to be the west coast’s supernatural central, business was always going to be on the cards for them.
That meant not working out of the motel room she was currently living out of, or anywhere as insecure as a residence. There always had to be a level of secrecy about this, of working smart. It was something Ingrid had taught her to do out in the jungle. Smarter then meant not rushing into a fight against a group of trained hunters. One young, inexperienced werewolf against at least a dozen men who had spent years slaughtering her kind. Brave but immensely foolish. That was one thing her now boss wasn’t and it was one thing Rowan liked to think she’d now taught herself not to be.
She’d spent a whole morning a week ago trailing around the complex after the company who rented out the spaces. Plenty of light, the woman had chirped, open space, lots of data capacity and very quiet neighbours in the complex. She hadn’t bothered to state ‘non-nosy neighbours’. In Rowan’s experience few actually kept their noses out of things entirely but that was fine. They were just the same. She’d run a check on everybody in the building, making certain that her boss would be entirely safe here, their business liable to kept within these four walls.
Tucking her bag of breakfast under her arm Rowan crouched to let the iris reader they’d installed scan her eye and release the door. She slipped inside, already hearing her boss moving around inside. Rowan made her way to what she’d had set up as a meeting room of sorts, shoulder open the door again and stepping inside. ”Morning. I’m not the only one figuring on an early start then,” she said, a faint smile on her wide mouth.
She set the bag down on the table, carefully extracting a cardboard tray with two cups of coffee tucked into it and an inner bag of fresh baked pastries. Eating on the go had been her modus operandi for so long now that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually cooked for herself. ”I stopped by the Coffee Bean, figured you’d be here soon at least. Everything here to your satisfaction?” After more than fifteen years Rowan hoped she was getting that right at least. That almost feral orphaned girl who’d been rescued from the jungle had made that her goal from the start, paying back this debt and serving the woman who’d rescued her.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Feb 12, 2020 17:58:04 GMT
| In all her years Ingrid had always gone where her business had taken her. Once that had been the sea. She had spent more time out on the ocean that she had done on land. It hadn’t been a life that she had chosen for herself instead she had sort of stumbled upon it. She had made the best of it when the opportunity had presented itself, and it had grown into something that she couldn’t have ever imagined. It hadn’t been easy growing this empire of hers, to say her hands were clean were a gross understatement. To say the deaths that were on her hands kept her awake at night was a lie.
Originally, she had been called to this town on business. Someone requesting the particular services only her business could provide as they also dealt with the supernatural. They managed to maintain a balance, and so far, it was working. Moving into into the Supernatural Central of the west coast… could provide more business. Originally, she intended to come here take the meeting and head home. Instead she now found herself setting herself up an office here in Mystic Falls. Whether it would grow to be more than that remained to be seen.
Getting up early that morning she was in the new offices earlier than planned. There was still a few adjustments that needed to be made but for now the place was secure. Security installed that only employed personnel could enter certain area. Ingrid sat in what would become a large meeting room when her phone rang, it was the Washington office. Her trip here hadn’t intended to be this long.
Lifting the phone to her ear answering the call she explained she intended to fly back over the weekend. Set her affairs in order, assign someone to lead the branch in her absence. Still mulling over her choices as she had a fair few. She looked out of the large windows overlooking some of the town and turned only when she heard a familiar voice. Turning allowed Rowan to see that she was actually on the phone and made a gesture of one minute, ” I’ll be getting a flight back to Washington at the weekend. It will be decided then. Now you have some work to do. I better let you go.” Ingrid told him her voice flat as though a warning.
Pulling the phone away from her ear she placed it back into her pocket, ” Morning.” She eventually directed to the brunette who had just walked into the room. She accepted one of the coffee cups to her lips when it was offered to her, ” Thank you.” She spoke after taking a sip. She lifted the cup to inspect where it came from, ” That’s a good cup of coffee…” She complimented.
When Rowan asked if everything was to her satisfaction only moments after she heard the sound of a construction drill. Finishing touches but still Ingrid hated working in such chaos, ” I’ll let you know when I’m back from Washington and everything is finished.” Ingrid answered once the annoying whirring had temporarily stopped, ” Please if you can get my jet ready for the weekend to get me back to Washington and then back here the day after. I need to set some things in order as I never really intended to be staying…” Ingrid requested. She hadn’t expected for her brother to be in town… not that she needed her family. She had built a life for herself and everything she had was her own, ” During my absence here I would like you to be in charge. I know I have a few meetings for perspective clients here and you can handle those.” Ingrid told her… perhaps not what she was expecting. If she could have Rowan in Washington and in Mystic Falls then she would but alas… she couldn’t cut the girl in half.
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ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
Posts: 73
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:44:40 GMT
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Mar 16, 2020 11:17:27 GMT
There’d been fire in her belly the first time she’d seen Ingrid Nilsen. Rowan had tried to let it out, to fight against the people keeping her from avenging her parents’ deaths, scrapping, screaming in those woods until she’d been subdued. It hadn’t been until Ingrid had spoken in those cool, rational tones that she’d seen the incredible strength and wisdom in the woman. Her parents had always been a force of nature in a way but not like this woman. In that handful of hours what had originally been outrage had turned into somewhat of a hero worship. Seeing her boss on the phone, dealing with something back in Washington Rowan knew a little of that was still there. Ingrid had lived for hundreds of years and had built herself an empire, one that helped to keep the rest of the world peaceful, that was something massively admirable in that, even if the bottom line was money. That was simply the way of the world, something her parents hadn’t understood and that had ultimately gotten them killed in a way. She wasn’t going the same way.
Rowan nodded to her boss as Ingrid held up a finger towards her. She set the breakfast down on the table, lips pressed together as she caught of the conversation going on. Ingrid would be flying out of town this weekend, heading back to Washington and their home base. That meant that someone would have to remain in charge here. Names immediately began to roll through her head as she settled into a seat opposite her boss at the table. Rowan’s wide lips quirked at the corners. ”Morning.” She lifted her own cup, taking a sip that was still hot enough to scald her tongue faintly. That served her right for not doctoring it heavily with creamer. ”Seems like Mystic Falls has its fair share of decent places to eat. I hear the Mystic Grill’s the place to head to for breakfast but the pastries at the coffee place looked pretty good.” She unfolded the bag with the pastries in, neatly tearing it along the seams to spread it out like a plate before she picked out a cherry Danish for herself.
The sound of a construction drill echoing through the office space had Rowan wincing slightly. There were still things being finished up here and likely would be for a couple of days. They were a necessary evil, their line of work calling for some elements that were definitely out of the ordinary for an office complex in a sleepy little town like this one. She took a small bite from the pastry, licking the sweetness from it from her lips as Ingrid began to give orders. ”I didn’t know you were heading back so soon,” she said lightly, although really it was to be expected. Rowan set the Danish down on a napkin, already pulling her phone from her pocket to begin sending instructions to the team that had flown us down here. ”Will you be the only one flying back?” She cocked her head slightly as she looked up at her boss. Someone had to be in charge here during this whole process of setting up another office. Rowan had half expected it to be her but she drew in a deep breath as Ingrid placed the responsibility of meeting clients here on her. It was a sign of trust that had pride curling in the pit of her stomach. ”I can clear my schedule for them,” she promised with a smile she had to fight from being beaming. ”The electricians should have the wiring in your office completed this morning. Would you like a tour?” It wasn’t exactly as glossy as the space they had in Washington but Mystic Falls certainly was never going to live up to the national’s capital in that way. It had its own depths, its own power distribution that Rowan knew her boss would likely upset In a way.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Mar 21, 2020 16:45:24 GMT
| Ingrid had very little patience for fools. Though everyone that worked with her had been hired for a reason. Some had been with her for a very long time, even extending to people that used to sail with her. Vampires and other immortal creatures had stuck by her and they had prospered. Others had joined her along the way much like the girl that walked in while she had been on the phone. When she began speaking, she turned so Rowan could see the phone and held up a finger indicating she would be one more minute.
Ingrid at times could be quite abrupt with people and her closing to the conversation was certainly that. She hung up her phone and placed it in her bag along with a few others which was used for different things. Only a select few people were actually honoured enough to have her personal number. When she was off the phone, she greeted the other girl as she lifted the coffee that she had bought to her lips. When Rowan revealed the bag of pastries and other sweet morning pastry. She smiled a little, ” You and your sweets…” Ingrid commented with a small smile before simply taking a butter croissant for herself.
She asked if everything was to her satisfaction, Ingrid was just about to respond before the loud whirring of a drill echoed across the halls. Ingrid cringed a little as she didn’t really like disorder. Construction and disarray as their office was put together, ” I’ve already stayed longer that I originally intended.” Ingrid reminded her. She had only originally come here to meet with a perspective client. One that couldn’t discuss anything over the phone. Instead she had found herself setting up an office here. No where near as grand as anything in Washington. That was a facility all on its own. She had a decision to make in regard to who she would leave in charge…. But she had a whole flight to think about it.
” Yes only me. My entourage here will stay to protect you, and I’ll get a new detail when I land.” Ingrid answered for her. If she was going to be meeting with perspective clients, then she would need it. She didn’t want to take any chances with anyone’s safety beyond what their job actually required. Ingrid ripped a small piece of her pastry and ate it before observing her a little when she said she would clear her schedule…. She had once been quite easy to read. Feral girl she had plucked out of the woods and trained, ” You ready for this?” Ingrid asked her. It was one thing Ingrid thinking she was capable it was another for Rowan to actually believe in herself. Rowan explained her office at least should be finished instead of her having to use the board room. Ingrid smiled finishing off her pastry before standing, ” Lead the way, my dear.” Ingrid gestured grasping her coffee in one hand.
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ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
Posts: 73
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Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:44:40 GMT
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Apr 11, 2020 14:31:57 GMT
Materialism had been one thing her parents had always shunned. Money had little value for them, the hippy concept of living as a commune, off of the land in a way that was free from the shackles of society the cornerstone of her lives. It meant freedom in a way but left room for the little treats that had made her early life so idyllic. Honey straight from the hive, the tiny little treats handed out to the children on the reservation when they had lived there, fruit straight from sun warmed stands. It had always been things to enjoy, not to cling to. Even now the money Rowan earned just languished in her bank account for the most part. An apartment in DC for the time she managed to spend there, clothes to fit her roll as Ingrid’s second in command, the occasional bit of off-book travel. That was it. What mattered was the job, the boss she’d come to idolize and those same small moments of hedonism.
Rowan wasn’t bashful over the coffee and pastries she’d set down on the table. The latter had definitely been an added indulgence wrapped up in the thin veneer of the necessity of eating something this morning. It could’ve been a protein bar on the go but there was that moment of joy in selecting the sticky looking treats from the glass front cabinet before she’d added the plainer choices for Ingrid. ”I might as well indulge while I can,” she admitted with a small smile. She took a bite, licking the taste of the cherry jam from her lips before she chased it with coffee. There were still parts of the town she was determined to explore before Ingrid decided to move on back to Washington, with her obviously at her side. Parts of the menu at the Mystic Grill she still had to work through, even though she’d never be one of those people who’d spent decades of her life here working her way through it.
The smile grew a little brighter thinking of her meeting with Peter there but it faded as her question about if Ingrid was happy with the progress on their office was cut off by the sounds of the construction workers still putting the last pieces into place. Rowan mouthed a sorry to her boss as she waited for it to cut out again. Dark brows drawing together, Rowan nodded as her boss said that she’d already spent longer here than necessary intended. ”Things did seem to snowball,” she agreed. That first day she’d only expected to be here a few days herself but as the days had spun out it had seemed that they might all be here for the long haul. Rowan knew better than to argue with her boss as she said her entourage would stay here to protect her. There honestly was no need, she could handle herself in a place like Mystic Falls, keeping just enough people here to do the work necessary but Rowan knew that once Ingrid had made her mind up there was no swaying her. ”I can put the order it at the facility, make sure it’s our best people waiting for you.” The best would have been her but there were others she trusted.
A trace of nerves fluttered in her stomach as Ingrid put a huge responsibility on her shoulders but there was no way her boss would have done this unless she trusted her implicitly. Blue eyes widened and met Ingrid’s as she asked if she was ready for this. Rowan’s chin came up a little higher as she nodded. ”I am,” she promised. ”I’m happy that you believe I’m ready for this too. I won’t let you down.” That had been her main goal since the dragon had plucked her from the jungle. Popping the rest of the pastry in her mouth and chewing industrially, Rowan leaned over to pack the rest up. She left them on the table for later and got to her feet, coffee in hand. ”I had them concentrate on your office and the hub to start with. The majority of the wiring and data connections are done. As is the reception space.” Things had to look good for the clients after all. Rowan opened the door, leading her boss out and towards the corner room she’d earmarked for Ingrid. ”Our higher level operatives are closest to your office. Mine’s right next door.” There was a curve to Rowan’s lips as she led the way, gesturing to the rooms as she went, until she opened the door to Ingrid’s own office.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Jul 25, 2020 12:31:36 GMT
| When Ingrid had come here it had been an intention of flying down for a meeting on business. One meeting had turned into several meetings for different clients. Then she had reunited with someone from her family on this side of the country. Not that she ever made choices based from family, but she would be lying if she said it didn’t play a small part that led her to set up the office. It wasn’t entirely done yet and if there was one thing, she hated was disorganisation. Being in around construction workers was exactly that and she was looking forward to going home for a weekend to sort things out there before flying back to Virginia.
For right now it wasn’t worth opening another training centre here, like she had back in Washington. Relocation to a different permanent residence wasn’t needed but everyone who passed the recruitment process knew that they would be needed pretty much anytime, anywhere. She requested a few things from her in regards to getting her back home, ” You would think that they would do that anyway…” Ingrid commented when Rowan said about putting in an order at the facility for a detail to get her from where she needed to be, to ensure she was protected. Though she wasn’t going to tell her otherwise, this was her job after all.
For this weekend however it was a matter of priorities. New clients or sorting out her current business back in Washington. No one could sort out everything back in Washington except for her so that was where she was needed. Though loosing a chance at new clients was also stupid so when the topic came up, she told Rowan of her plans, that someone she left behind would meet with them in her stead. Rowan seemed to wait for the name, but she probably didn’t guess that Ingrid would proceed to ask for it to be her, ” Good.” Ingrid smiled when she started to sound a little surer of herself. Ingrid sipped a little of her coffee as she went on to say that he wouldn’t let her down, ” I know you won’t…” Ingrid said though it wasn’t exactly to boost her confidence. It was more of a warning the underlying, ‘you better not’ remained unspoken.
Rowan offered her moment later to show her around what was finished. They focused on certain areas of necessity first, and the rest was currently being finished and should be finished by the time she returned. She followed her out of the meeting room both the women carrying their coffee in hand as Ingrid inspected the builders work. At least everything was mostly set up so they could at least meet with clients here rather than at a run downtown diner. She nodded at her words as Rowan led the way to her own office. Nodding when she seen her name on the plaque next door to the room which held her own.
As always her office was rather large, at the moment there was nothing sensitive in her office though she did note there was only a simple lock on the door, ” We will need better locks on these doors.” Ingrid commented… even she could pick a lock when needed, and it was a skill that was taught to virtually everyone that worked with her. The offices would need better security clearance, considering the files in her office would be confidential. Once inside her office she had a look outside and of the huge windows as she looked out over the town which for now was home.
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ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
Posts: 73
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Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:44:40 GMT
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Aug 7, 2020 18:29:32 GMT
Cool, collected and efficient. From the start Rowan had found herself taken with Ingrid’s ability to cut all the fuss, all the panic from a matter. The woman only moved in a straight line, so to speak, bulling her way through situations that would’ve had most quaking in their boots. From the hallowed halls of Washington to the middle of a jungle, Ingrid never let it look as though anything ruffled her. There was a bark to her voice sometimes, a cutting tone that had those who messed up blanching, but it was always with a reason. Ingrid wasn’t afraid to take action when she had to but the woman seemed to lead with a velvet glove much of the time.
Rowan dipped her chin slightly as her boss addressed her comment. She lifted a hand, brushing her hair back from her ear as she schooled herself not to defend what went on at the facility. There were others there in charge, it wasn’t her place to tell them what to do but she always double checked anyway. ”I’m sure they will,” she agreed. ”I won’t leave anything to chance though, especially since I won’t be accompanying you.” When she did she was meticulous. There was no other way to be if you worked this close to Ingrid and wanted to remain there. A single screw up could easily see you busted far back down the chain of command, if you survived the mistake at all. She’d contact the pilot first, then the facility, making sure each piece in this chain moved as smoothly as possible.
For years she’d done that, never expecting that one day she’d reach a point on the chain where suddenly she was entirely in charge of something and others were the ones facilitating for her. She’d almost swallowed her tongue when Ingrid had handed the mantle over to her, fumbling enough that Ingrid had actually questioned if she was doing the right thing. Rowan managed to steady herself, pride beginning to shine in her smile as Ingrid smiled at her. She wouldn’t have handed her this chance if she didn’t think she was ready. ”I appreciate the confidence,” she admitted. ”I’ll check the schedules, delegate what I need to in order to step up here.” If she could sign on the clients they had come here to talk to and maybe drum up more business too this would reflect well on her.
There was the office to worry about too though. Most of it was already set up, the finishing touches going in now. There was that little buzz of anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she led Ingrid out of the conference room they’d been in though. She showed her around the mostly finished spaces before heading to Ingrid’s office. Rowan pulled the keyring from her pocket, using the key to open Ingrid’s office for her. ”The iris locks have been ordered,” she explained. ”They’re supposed to start on them first thing in the morning. Until then all sensitive files will be kept on our secured devices only. You have the nicest view in the place.” Rowan’s mouth curved into a smile as she followed her boss towards the window and looked out. Her gaze settled on the Grill. She hadn’t seen Peter since, maybe he was still there in the Grill, working her way through the menu she’d challenged him to eat his way through. ”Is there anything you’d like sent for from Washington?” It was presumptuous perhaps to think that her boss might be spending more time here but she wasn’t about to stay silent and risk them not having something that was needed.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Oct 16, 2020 15:33:26 GMT
| Ingrid knew that she had to go home at least for a few days. In order to set things in order back home. It had been a surprise to her to have her past catch up to her in this small town. Her family in truth had never done anything for her, and she had no reason whatsoever to stay. Though even she couldn’t silence the nagging voice in the back of her mind that said that she just might be able to help. As to not make it a complete waste of her time, she opted to open a smaller office in this small town, taking over more of America rather than being simply situated in the capital.
Rowan over the years had made herself irreplaceable. It was hard to think that she had practically saved this girl from the jungle. She had rose through the ranks to become her second in command. It was unspoken though Ingrid did trust her implicitly, and she was valuable. Ingrid’s light eyes looked her over when she assured her that her new detail would be waiting for her on the ground when she arrived. Rowan couldn’t be with her a hundred percent of the time and she certainly didn’t expect her to be. Ingrid had confidence in her other bodyguards, but it was clear Rowan didn’t have as much. Ingrid though as always appreciated the effort.
It was that confidence that had Ingrid saying that she wanted Rowan in charge while she was in Washington. Though when Rowan didn’t immediately accept the offer, it did momentarily have Ingrid questioning her if she was ready. It was a challenge to her more than anything, in a way forcing her to rise to the occasion… Ingrid knew she was capable, Rowan just needed to know it in herself. What would be even more interesting is seeing the way Rowan would handle things. Ingrid ruled her empire with an iron fist on most occasions. Veiled threats on the odd occasion, or sometimes even completely plain ones, though it got things done at the end of the day. People were constantly on their toes around her.
Once they had established that and while Ingrid killed time between now and her flight, Rowan showed her around the new office which was still under construction. Ingrid looked around her new property, slowly being impressed by how it was all coming together. Rowan opening the door to her rather spacious office. Ingrid stepped inside her hands wrapped around her coffee cup as she looked out the windows and admired the view. She was appreciating it just as loud drilling noises filled her ears again and she cringed, ” This better all be finished by the time I get back…” She growled through gritted teeth when the drilling noise subsided. She sighed when it stopped, and she enjoyed the view for a moment. Ingrid turned to Rowan then, ” The office is great…” She complimented knowing the more expensive locks would be needed for both her office and Rowan’s at the very minimum.
The pair of them enjoyed the view as she looked over the entire town. She took the last sip from her coffee cup as Rowan asked if there was anything that she wanted bought over from Washington. Ingrid thought about the question for a moment. Her life was there after all, so there was bound to be something. Though she also knew that she likely would end up back there one day, ” Not yet. Not even sure how long I’ll be staying.” Ingrid told her, ” Feel free to arrange for anything of yours to be shipped though.” Ingrid offered.
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ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Dec 2, 2020 20:05:34 GMT
Her parents would’ve assured her that she could do anything she wanted to set her mind to. In a way she’d always trusted in that, giving everything she had to pay Ingrid back for what she’d done for her. Late nights, months on end spent on the road, travelling across the world, working her way up the ladder. Rowan knew she could’ve taken it easier, remained just one of Ingrid’s operatives but that hadn’t been where she’d wanted to be. The woman had given her a chance few others would’ve done, had undoubtedly saved her life. In return for that a near complete lack of social life or settled career felt like a small price to pay. Especially when it had paid off now in a way that left her both feeling a thousand feet tall and shaking somewhere deep inside with nerves.
Hell, she didn’t care if she didn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time while Ingrid was away. The pressure of being in charge was now going to fall on her shoulders and she wasn’t about to screw it up. Rowan already felt her mind speeding a dozen steps ahead. An updated schedule for the work left on the office first thing in the morning, adjustments to the security details here and in Washington to have in place by the end of the day. By the time Ingrid landed everything should’ve been moving seamlessly. That was the bench mark in their business. You didn’t want the gears to lock when it came down to that one single moment when everything kicked off.
Ingrid had always used brute force and bluntness to keep those gears working. Never failing to take verbal whacks at them with the heavy edge of her temper when necessary. A cutting tongue kept people going, the warnings that dripped from her lips never failing to be followed. Rowan knew she was a little more of the honeyed sort, trusting in oiling those same cogs but she wasn’t soft, not all the way through. The construction workers had certainly seen that this week. Rowan felt pride in that as she stood in the middle of the office, her hands clasped lightly behind her back like she was standing at attention as Ingrid wandered over to the windows to look out at the view. The drills started then, Ingrid cringing as she inwardly winced. Rowan raised her chin an inch and her voice. ”I’ll have them work through the night if necessary. The schedule says they should be done on time but we both know that people can always move faster.” Especially when the threat of Ingrid had a tendency to make most people go pale. Her shoulders fell as the sound stopped again, pride hitching her lips up at Ingrid’s praise. ”I’m glad you approve. If there’s anything else you need I’ll have it added to the work schedule.” Security would be top of it all. Once that was in they could start transferring the most sensitive stuff to their offices, knowing it would be safe behind that added layer.
Eventually their time would likely be split between the two offices but for now it definitely felt like this was just another short break from Washington. Rowan slipped her hands into her pockets as she looked out at the town, her eyes on the Grill, nostalgia warm in the pit of her stomach. As Ingrid admitted she didn’t know how long she’d staying but that she should arrange for anything she wanted to be transferred Rowan shot her boss a sideways look. ”You’re saying that like I’ll be spending a lot more time here in future,” she said softly, there was a hint of a rasp to her voice though, a trace of shock working its way through her. ”Is this going to be as temporary as I thought?” It wasn’t the sort of question she usually would’ve asked but in temporarily handing over the reins it felt like Ingrid was doing a lot more than just leaving her to watch the shop for the weekend.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Jan 30, 2021 18:39:46 GMT
| Ingrid in the past had never really let emotion get in the way of her work. She ruled her own little kingdom with an iron fist… much like her father once had. Ruling with fear was pretty much all she had ever known. Keeping people at arm’s length was easy, letting people in was harder. Letting her brother in even harder. Though she was willing to stick around and work on it, which was why she had chosen to stay in town.
Though being the CEO of a multi-million private security company meant that she had to set things in order at headquarters. Which meant returning home for a few days, set things in order to keep things running smoothly while she spearheaded the new venture in Mystic Falls. Some clients had already made contact but given her situation she was deferring it to Rowan.
The girl had been with her for many years and she made the small list of people that Ingrid trusted. She felt that there was no one more competent to hold down the fort here while she was gone. Hell, she didn’t believe there was anyone more competent back in Washington, but she wanted Rowan here with her.
Ingrid took a look around what she could of her new building, Rowan explaining things as she did along the way. Construction however was still underway, and it made her cringe when drilling started up. When Rowan said that she would have them work through the night, Ingrid raised a perfect eyebrow, ” Oh really? That I have to see…” Ingrid almost approved of the plan. Ingrid could say things that would cut people to the quick and have them rethinking their next words. Rowan have proven more than once in the past that she could get things done… but held a different approach to it than Ingrid.
Even if it was only part finished, she was already happy with the progress and told Rowan that herself, ” I think you have everything well in hand. “ Ingrid shook her head, indicating there was nothing else she could think of. As she looked out over the town as Rowan asked if there was anything she wanted bought over from Washington. Ingrid never really had attachments to anything physical. Clothing could be replaced, and she had no photographs as she had few memories she wanted to capture. Ingrid offered Rowan to retrieve anything she wanted knowing they were vastly different people. Her response gave Ingrid a rare moment where she actually smiled, ” Is this you fishing for information?” Ingrid asked curiously, her voice not quite with the steel edge that it usually had but she as always expected the truth.
Ingrid however still answered her question, ” For you it can be anything you want it to be. If you want to go back to Washington, I won’t stop you. Your life is there. I never came here intending for anything to be permanent.” Ingrid told her. Her light eyes took in the town and caught the little diner where she and her brother had coffee just the other day, ” I intend to stay, at least for the foreseeable future. You are not obligated to stay. But if you want to, the offer of having your belongings shipped, is still there.” Ingrid answered for her, professionally almost as to try and hide the real reason as to why she was staying.
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ROWAN BISHOP
Werewolf
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Apr 3, 2021 18:04:57 GMT
Her parents had never known what efficiency was. They’d spent their entire adult lives happy to drift. Moving along with a current that most didn’t understand. Perhaps they’d work a little here or there, although never in any real sort of way that Rowan could admit to understanding now. They never knuckled down, never worried about getting things done fast or in an orderly fashion. God, the way she was with the construction workers would probably have had them looking at her like she was an alien. They weren’t here though, the lives they’d led without those borders of rules or pressure, had eventually killed them and left her under the wing of another. And this? This hard assed, by the book, do it now or there’ll be consequences way? That was Ingrid’s.
Rowan liked to think she’d done what her boss would have wanted with a slightly softer edge but still, she was working the people who were putting the office together for them hard. Perhaps she should’ve given them a break while Ingrid was here. The dragon’s cringe had one easing onto her own face. She smiled in a way that was a little rueful. ”There are no residential neighbours here to worry about at least. The other offices should be empty enough that we’re not disturbing anybody.” It would take her playing that hard ass a little longer though. All work and no play making Rowan a great temporary manager, even if it meant no fun at the local bars or the Grill. No burgers, no beer, no unexpected company.
The thought of Peter brought a trace of heat to her cheeks that she hoped she was able to play off as the bashfulness that came with praise. Rowan stood with her shoulders held back, her hands laced together behind her. She dipped her head in a subtle nod, her green eyes cutting around the space she’d worked hard to put together. ”I’m glad to hear it, I … I was a little worried.” She wouldn’t have admitted it to anybody but Ingrid. You didn’t show weakness to those beneath you, that was something she’d certainly learned from her boss. You made it seem as though you had everything in hand and if you put on a good enough act, everybody else believed you over it. Rowan couldn’t help the smile that broke through in response to Ingrid’s. She lifted her chin another half inch, tried for guileless. ”Maybe, I learned to fish from the best after all.” There was no harm in buttering up her boss to find out whether their move here was a permanent one. If it was there were all sorts of other arrangements to be made.
The answer had to have satisfied Ingrid, because she didn’t bother to hide any of the truth. Her green eyes narrowed faintly as she tried to read between the lines on what Ingrid was saying. Her boss had never intended to remain here permanently but they were opening an office, it meant a permanent presence here for somebody as the Mystic Falls face of the company. ”My place has always been where you are,” she answered honestly. Pride still tried to wedge itself in her throat first. ”Does this mean if I choose to remain here, I would be running the office while you continue to run things in Washington?” Some part of her couldn’t imagine Ingrid here permanently. Although there had been that reason Ingrid had chosen to come here in the first place. Rowan swallowed, nodded as she managed a half smile. ”I’m staying at least as long as you are. I can make a list of what I think I’ll need for the meantime at least. If this does become more permanent, things can be packed up and moved.” The apartment had never really been home after all. That had always been the road, wherever Ingrid and her people were, whatever the job was.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
