( Eleanor Morris ; closed starter )
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐ง ๐จ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ-๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ. The stares she received and the whispers she overheard about her were nothing new and were quickly brushed off by the reporter, her eyes set on only one thing: finishing her story and gathering as much information on Dutch and his group of criminals.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย She heard tell that Freyaโs brother was a ranger, a respected profession, which garnered her interest. If he was to know something, asking the close relative wasnโt going to hurt. If anything, she could walk the other way and search for another lead.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Her hands clutched the notepad to her jacket, the rings that lined the top dug into the palm of her hand, her pen pressed against her index and middle as a constant reminder. Her voice was light, trying to sound as kind-hearted and open as possible, her body language mirroring. She made sure she didnโt have any closed body language on display. Hands in front of her, a smile upon her lips, and everything she thought she would need for a lukewarm first impression, recounting everything sheโs been taught over the years. Despite this, there were unfortunate instances where this all fell flat and the other person wasnโt quite as talkative and came off as hostile at the sight of a reporter. Perhaps, Freya won't be that way. She hoped.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Miss Nyland, โ she addressed her, trying to get her attention as she spotted her walking along one of the roads in town. โ Your brother is a ranger, correct? I was wondering if you knew anything about the Blackwater Massacre? Anything you can spare on Dutch Van der Linde? โย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Even though sheโs done this for three and a half years, she considered this the toughest part of her job. Getting a person to speak was a challenge in itself. If no one was willing to talk, then her story couldnโt be written, plain, and simple. Be true of your intentions, be as friendly and open as possible, donโt be forceful and vigorous. Everything her boss and teacher detailed to her ran through her brain. Writing down questions and the official article was the easiest part of her job, as questions and fully structured sentences always swarmed around in her mind. As a result, a full report was already being conducted in her notes. The entry paragraph, the hook, the transition into the first piece of information were written in sloppy handwriting along a page of her notepad. This was more of a passion project for her than a job to take on.
@wcstrcngeโ
