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"I wonder what to put...", she sighed softly as she glanced around the profile, "What do people really want to know about me...?"
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She tapped the pen on her lips before gnawing on the head of the cap remaining between her teeth, before her delicate fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard. Reading out loud between clenched teeth, the words flew out from her finger tips, "Hello. My name is...my name is not important, you may know me as Agent..."
...Woistman. I am young for an agent, yes; however, I am skilled. Skills, patience, and courage is all you need to become an agent. Oh, yes, and the uncanny ability to ignore the emotions and feelings within yourself and others...
Running a finger through her hair, she placed the pen down and leaned back with a long sigh escaping her lips. Stretching back on her computer chair, she heard the spinal cord crack multiple times and then groaned in enjoyment. Hunching forward her fingers rested on the keys once more, "I work full time while attending the academy..."
...also full time. I'm rarely every in the comfortable abode I am forced to call home. My full time job is but a cleaver disguise for my true career, you see I'm a cashier at a local car dealership that my father owns. It pays the bills, while as all the money I earn as an agent goes towards the gadgets I love to use. I'm sure you'll see them if I need them. Hopefully no one will force me to bring them out for other than fun purposes...
She smirked and hit the enter button on her keyboard, and then the escape key as she stood from her desk to walk away. The screen blinked a few times.
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