Post by Penelope Garcia on May 16, 2009 12:42:19 GMT -5
Her day had begun like all of the others that she spent here in her office of many screens and a clear map and fancy light-up magnetic pins. Penelope Garcia had been excited at finding the latter object in her new office when they had moved her. The charm, regrettably, had worn off. At least somewhat.
She had entered Quantico, passed security with no more than a flash of her ID; despite the fact they probably recognized her from her daily trek into the building. Ran into the familiar faces that she passed in her routine, announcing her presence with a few witty quips about good mornings before resigning herself to the reclusive state of her office.
The blonde mused that she loved computers more than the next person, but she still wished for a bit of social interaction. And with such intentions, the pleasant blonde left the dark room to find someone to speak to while she was on break.
Whatever that meant for the offices there at Quantico. Surely it was only a matter of time before JJ called the team to duty once again. Before she would be locked in a room with those very screens she had just abandoned, as each one filled with horrible murder scenes, names and lives of victims and suspected perpetrators alike.
As much as the woman loved computers, and indeed, technology; Garcia preferred the not-so-violent uses of the machines. Go figure. Eager brown eyes surveyed the bunch of desks looking for a familiar face to approach.
She had entered Quantico, passed security with no more than a flash of her ID; despite the fact they probably recognized her from her daily trek into the building. Ran into the familiar faces that she passed in her routine, announcing her presence with a few witty quips about good mornings before resigning herself to the reclusive state of her office.
The blonde mused that she loved computers more than the next person, but she still wished for a bit of social interaction. And with such intentions, the pleasant blonde left the dark room to find someone to speak to while she was on break.
Whatever that meant for the offices there at Quantico. Surely it was only a matter of time before JJ called the team to duty once again. Before she would be locked in a room with those very screens she had just abandoned, as each one filled with horrible murder scenes, names and lives of victims and suspected perpetrators alike.
As much as the woman loved computers, and indeed, technology; Garcia preferred the not-so-violent uses of the machines. Go figure. Eager brown eyes surveyed the bunch of desks looking for a familiar face to approach.
