Post by Kasumi Shinoda on Jan 4, 2015 14:43:48 GMT -5
Ten minutes had passed since the taxi had dropped her off at the start of the street. She had told the driver that she would walk, feeling like that would give her some time to relax. Well, after having looked for the right number for over ten minutes, Kasumi was starting to doubt her previously made decision. Not that she could change much about it now. All that was left to do was keep on looking and hoping that she wouldn't be forever late.
Dodging some pedestrians, she turned her head to the side, sighing in relief when the sight matched the description in her head. If it hadn't been for the detective's help, Kasumi might have been left with nothing usable to find Kokuou Munashi. Studying the note in her hand with the address of the building on it, she grinned before walking forward. The doors slid to the side as she entered, revealing a large hall with something that looked like a reception. Everything here was fancy; glass, polished marble, dark wood, security in suits, one of which was already eying her suspiciously, not that she really cared about the bulky guard. According to the woman who had dictated her the address, this had to be the place where she could find the man she wanted to talk with, needed to talk with. Feeling a bit nervous, Kasumi gazed around. After having spent a fair amount of days to find the traces left behind by Alexandra, she had to find herself an adult to help- before getting to this 'office'. The detective should have made an appointment with Mr. Munashi, for today. However, she wouldn't be the one attending the meeting. Instead, it would be the 12 year old who would crash the man's office. Not literally, there was no need in pulling too much attention, for now she only wanted to speak to the one who had taken her mother's business. Ms. Grant had never mentioned him to Kasumi, and while the girl knew that this didn't mean much, she couldn't help but to wonder about who he might be. And more importantly, how he had taken over the whole cooperation.
Her flat black ankle boots carried her to the reception desk, and Kasumi tugged at her black cap with the silvery dots till it slid of her white silvery hair. She didn't want to appear impolite or anything. Her white and black dress swung back and forth as she stood on her toes to see the woman who should be able to help her further. Brown eyes stared into blue ones, and the woman with the red lipstick was silent for a moment before Kasumi cocked an eyebrow.
And there she went..
“Can I help you?”
“I have an appointment with Mr. Munashi. It should be under the name of Von Wolfenstein.”
There was some confusion on the woman's face, but Kasumi heard the ticking of her fingers on the keyboard regardless. It took her a few seconds to tell Kasumi the floor, where-after she decided to question the kid. Too bad for her that Kasumi was quicker than most people, and was already out of the woman's view by the time the blonde had made her way to the other side of the desk.
Slowly the elevator doors closed and Kasumi hummed quietly, waiting for it to reach its destination. She still wasn't sure what she would tell the man. No, what she would ask him. The elevator moved up slowly, and Kasumi felt like her mind was working even slower than the mechanism that was fighting the gravity. Smoothly it came to a stop, opening up and allowing the girl to pass through the spotless corridor. It seemed endless, which wasn't a too bad thing. Its length gave Kasumi the time to think. However, she wasn't musing over what she would say anymore. This time, she was wondering whether keeping this from Weylin was a good thing. Would the Quincy be mad at her? Would he be offended? No. It was only fair of her to have her own secrets. He had his and she would have hers. The fact that she had given his name to the detective so he would pay for the bill, and her having used his name to get here, didn't bother her at all. She hadn't thought about the chance of being tracked down if needed. -Kasumi realized it a bit too late; standing in front of Munashi's office. There appeared to be nobody around the mini reception on this floor, and the child decided that she didn't feel like waiting any longer. If Weylin would know, it would already be done and over with.
With a deep sigh to calm herself, Kasumi raised her fist and knocked, twice. Her blue eyes were staring at the door, waiting to see who the man would turn out to be. Hopefully, he wouldn't be dramatic about her being a kid.. Opening the door she entered, gaze studying the office as she went.
“Good day mister Munashi. I am Kasumi Shinoda- Von Wolfenstein, and I'm here to talk about Alexandra Grant.”
Now he knew who she was, and why she was here.
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