Ohia_Lehua
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Getting to Chicago from San Francisco had taken a lot longer then Dior would have expected. True she did arrive by train but that was only because she was afraid of heights and had never flow on an airplane before. Never the less the 50-some odd hours on the train had made her wonder if maybe she shouldn't just get over that fear. Plus what the purchase of the train room, which required two tickets because they fit two to a room, flying first class was in truth a few bucks cheaper. Not that money was a problem...
Dior was originally a McQuillen, the same McQuillens that owns and runs the magazine lines. From the outside the McQuillens looked like the perfect family. Brian was a doting and loving father and loyal and charming husband, while Beth was the perfect stay at home wife turned CEO of the celebrity and entertainment line the family's magazine and to top off their perfection Dior their only child was two years ahead of her class and a straight A student. Peachy right, wrong. Dior's Father was a drunk and openly cheated on her Mother. While her Mother lied, cheated and scammed trying to get her name out there, to gain fame and recognition for herself. And home life... Screaming, name calling and drunken brawls were the norm.
It was for those reasons and more that when Dior graduated at the age of 16 she left the house and her family. Changed her last name and made a new life for herself. And the first step for her was college. Following her love of the ocean and what little good family memories Dior had she of visiting the pier and watching the seals she became a Marine Biologist with a specialty study in pinnipeds as well as minors in Zoosemiotics and Comparative Psychology.
After college she got a job with NOAA and worked with the coastal headquarters. As much as she loved the job the people she worked with made coming to work bothersome. Dior didn't want to leave but she also didn't want to stay and when a strange letter came offering her a job in the middle of the United States, she strangely enough took the offer.
Having lived her entire life on or near the ocean Dior had no idea what to expect from this move but she knew that it would bring with it new adventures and wasn't that what life is all about?
"I really would advise you take a taxi Ma'am." Bruce plead as he pushed the trolley that carried her dakine split roller, the rolling venture duffle, the rolling over under, her favorite riders duffel and the smaller eq bag. It didn't look like much for a move but those five bags held 80% of Dior's life. A given 85% if you counted the only thing that Dior carried; her point wet/dry backpack with her lucky roxy kassia cypher 3/2 wetsuit, the ever awesome asus transformer book trio, Bolt (her stakeboard) and secrets that fill the rest of the bag.
"But you said it was only a mile or so." Dior countered as they exited the union station.
"Yes, yes I did but..." He shifted from foot to foot.
"If I say yes will you stop with that look?"
He nodded and Dior caved letting him hail a cab. "AMLI 900." He told the man who drove up. Bruce didn't stop there, nope, he even packed her bags in the cab's trunk while the cabbie found some place to tuck her bike. "Thanks Bruce." Dior sighed when both men were finished moving things about. She shook his hand and darted into the cab before he could stop her. She had tipped him a crisp new blue hundred and if she knew him, and 50 something hours and she knew his whole life story and then some, he would try to return it but she was already gone before he could even try.
She looked at her wrist watch and sighed. Two hours before she started her first day at The Shedd. An odd name for an aquarium, surely there had to be a story to it.
"Are you here for school?" The taxi driver asked as he switched lanes.
"Nope, work." Dior sighed as she looked out the window.
"An intern then?"
"Sure." Dior wasn't in the mood to talk and closed her eyes for hte short trip to the apartment building.
Getting her bags and her bike up to the top 23rd floor wasn't difficult, there was a large elevator and half her bags had wheels that she could drag along behind her or balance on the bike. So far Chicago didn't seem that different. No salty air and it was a bit colder but the feel was more or less the same. What did throw Dior off was walking into an empty apartment. It was a spacious unit with 9 ft floor to ceiling windows with a balcony that stretched from wall to wall, letting in bright sunlight and offering a great view of the city.
"Wow..." Dior abandoned her bags and the bike in the kitchen entry area and crossed the living room to the door that lead out to the balcony. "What a..." The moment Dior stepped out on the balcony she realized how high up she was and her head swam and felt light headed. "High." Fearing the edge she backed away and back into the safety of the living room closing the door between herself and the outside heights. "I need to get ready anyways..." She said to no one in particular picking the bags that she needed and taking them to the empty bedroom. If she timed this right she would have enough time for a proper shower, a change of clothes and still have enough time to bike the 1.3 miles it was from AMLI 900 to The Shedd.
8:18 am and Dior arrived with 12 minutes to spare. Unsure of where to go or what was what, she followed the walk way a building. No one seemed to be around on the outside and when she tested the doors they swung open easily. Again Dior was in the situation of all she had to go on was what she had in the email, which didn't give her much and an online map. To the right was guest services and that's where Dior headed. It seemed to be the best bet as there was a woman there who could maybe point her in the right direction.
"Hi-" That was all that Dior was able to get out before the woman steamed rolled over her.
"You're late. Intern orientation started twenty minutes ago. I would get going." The woman shooed her away and answered the phone prohibiting Dior from questioning the woman further.
She hated that. Dior had tried to dress professionally in hopes that it would age her to the age that she was instead of the age that she looked. Maybe it was the colorful dakine backpack but then again maybe not. At 28 Dior still looked like a young woman in her early twenties, heck she had even been mistaken for a teenager once or twice. It didn't help that she was 5'3" at 108 lbs with a slim body and smallish but proudly perky B cup breasts. Her body still looked like it was growing but Dior knew that these were the cards that she was dealt with and she would be short and boyish for the rest of her life. On the flip side when she did get old she would hopefully still look 10 years younger then her age and could hook herself some hot pool boy.
At that Dior chuckled to herself and ventured into the park following the online map pulled up on her asus. She figured the best place to start would be where the seals were since that was the reason she was here. So following more the sounds and smells then the maps she found her way to the sea lion cove.
This early in the morning the seals were active and called out to one another. A quick look over the cove and Dior was able to pick out the four California sea lions. Didn't they said that they had gotten four new seals and that was the reason they were bringing her in? Confused Dior walked around the cove and when she found the employee only sign she ignored it and pushed through hearing what could only be the other seals.
Or at least that's what she tried to do but the door wouldn't give not matter how Dior pushed or pulled.
Dior was originally a McQuillen, the same McQuillens that owns and runs the magazine lines. From the outside the McQuillens looked like the perfect family. Brian was a doting and loving father and loyal and charming husband, while Beth was the perfect stay at home wife turned CEO of the celebrity and entertainment line the family's magazine and to top off their perfection Dior their only child was two years ahead of her class and a straight A student. Peachy right, wrong. Dior's Father was a drunk and openly cheated on her Mother. While her Mother lied, cheated and scammed trying to get her name out there, to gain fame and recognition for herself. And home life... Screaming, name calling and drunken brawls were the norm.
It was for those reasons and more that when Dior graduated at the age of 16 she left the house and her family. Changed her last name and made a new life for herself. And the first step for her was college. Following her love of the ocean and what little good family memories Dior had she of visiting the pier and watching the seals she became a Marine Biologist with a specialty study in pinnipeds as well as minors in Zoosemiotics and Comparative Psychology.
After college she got a job with NOAA and worked with the coastal headquarters. As much as she loved the job the people she worked with made coming to work bothersome. Dior didn't want to leave but she also didn't want to stay and when a strange letter came offering her a job in the middle of the United States, she strangely enough took the offer.
Having lived her entire life on or near the ocean Dior had no idea what to expect from this move but she knew that it would bring with it new adventures and wasn't that what life is all about?
"I really would advise you take a taxi Ma'am." Bruce plead as he pushed the trolley that carried her dakine split roller, the rolling venture duffle, the rolling over under, her favorite riders duffel and the smaller eq bag. It didn't look like much for a move but those five bags held 80% of Dior's life. A given 85% if you counted the only thing that Dior carried; her point wet/dry backpack with her lucky roxy kassia cypher 3/2 wetsuit, the ever awesome asus transformer book trio, Bolt (her stakeboard) and secrets that fill the rest of the bag.
"But you said it was only a mile or so." Dior countered as they exited the union station.
"Yes, yes I did but..." He shifted from foot to foot.
"If I say yes will you stop with that look?"
He nodded and Dior caved letting him hail a cab. "AMLI 900." He told the man who drove up. Bruce didn't stop there, nope, he even packed her bags in the cab's trunk while the cabbie found some place to tuck her bike. "Thanks Bruce." Dior sighed when both men were finished moving things about. She shook his hand and darted into the cab before he could stop her. She had tipped him a crisp new blue hundred and if she knew him, and 50 something hours and she knew his whole life story and then some, he would try to return it but she was already gone before he could even try.
She looked at her wrist watch and sighed. Two hours before she started her first day at The Shedd. An odd name for an aquarium, surely there had to be a story to it.
"Are you here for school?" The taxi driver asked as he switched lanes.
"Nope, work." Dior sighed as she looked out the window.
"An intern then?"
"Sure." Dior wasn't in the mood to talk and closed her eyes for hte short trip to the apartment building.
Getting her bags and her bike up to the top 23rd floor wasn't difficult, there was a large elevator and half her bags had wheels that she could drag along behind her or balance on the bike. So far Chicago didn't seem that different. No salty air and it was a bit colder but the feel was more or less the same. What did throw Dior off was walking into an empty apartment. It was a spacious unit with 9 ft floor to ceiling windows with a balcony that stretched from wall to wall, letting in bright sunlight and offering a great view of the city.
"Wow..." Dior abandoned her bags and the bike in the kitchen entry area and crossed the living room to the door that lead out to the balcony. "What a..." The moment Dior stepped out on the balcony she realized how high up she was and her head swam and felt light headed. "High." Fearing the edge she backed away and back into the safety of the living room closing the door between herself and the outside heights. "I need to get ready anyways..." She said to no one in particular picking the bags that she needed and taking them to the empty bedroom. If she timed this right she would have enough time for a proper shower, a change of clothes and still have enough time to bike the 1.3 miles it was from AMLI 900 to The Shedd.
8:18 am and Dior arrived with 12 minutes to spare. Unsure of where to go or what was what, she followed the walk way a building. No one seemed to be around on the outside and when she tested the doors they swung open easily. Again Dior was in the situation of all she had to go on was what she had in the email, which didn't give her much and an online map. To the right was guest services and that's where Dior headed. It seemed to be the best bet as there was a woman there who could maybe point her in the right direction.
"Hi-" That was all that Dior was able to get out before the woman steamed rolled over her.
"You're late. Intern orientation started twenty minutes ago. I would get going." The woman shooed her away and answered the phone prohibiting Dior from questioning the woman further.
She hated that. Dior had tried to dress professionally in hopes that it would age her to the age that she was instead of the age that she looked. Maybe it was the colorful dakine backpack but then again maybe not. At 28 Dior still looked like a young woman in her early twenties, heck she had even been mistaken for a teenager once or twice. It didn't help that she was 5'3" at 108 lbs with a slim body and smallish but proudly perky B cup breasts. Her body still looked like it was growing but Dior knew that these were the cards that she was dealt with and she would be short and boyish for the rest of her life. On the flip side when she did get old she would hopefully still look 10 years younger then her age and could hook herself some hot pool boy.
At that Dior chuckled to herself and ventured into the park following the online map pulled up on her asus. She figured the best place to start would be where the seals were since that was the reason she was here. So following more the sounds and smells then the maps she found her way to the sea lion cove.
This early in the morning the seals were active and called out to one another. A quick look over the cove and Dior was able to pick out the four California sea lions. Didn't they said that they had gotten four new seals and that was the reason they were bringing her in? Confused Dior walked around the cove and when she found the employee only sign she ignored it and pushed through hearing what could only be the other seals.
Or at least that's what she tried to do but the door wouldn't give not matter how Dior pushed or pulled.