Gabriella was nervous enough that her winking eye was back, she could always tell but it was an involuntary reflex she hated with a passion. The alarm was raised and her team appeared to have scarpered, leaving her dangling close to the high ceiling of a room in a mansion with two security guards running around looking for intruders. Lucky for her, the penknife Duncan had dropped from the ceiling had bounced across the floor and come to rest underneath a sofa. Also lucky was that the two idiots below her never looked up. If they had, the police would be here by now. [...]
Gabriela Santinero was a woman with a critical stare you be hard pressed to forget. Her five feet height would let anyone else disappear easily in a crowd but she is feisty, thinking nothing of climbing peoples backs to see above the crowd. Her jet black hair and green eyes give her a striking look that few would not notice yet she was not beautiful by usual standards. Even so, her husky voice turned heads. It was why she kept a weapon close to her chest just in case. [...]
My interviewer mumbled something under his breath but I didn’t hear it. “For the benefit of the tape, the interview will now begin. Subject fourteen is around six foot tall. He is medium build with no obvious marks on his body. He has mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a hook nose. His demeanour appears relaxed yet nervous. Please can you tell me your name?”
“Craig Wenham.”
“Thank you. Do you know how you got here?”
“I’m afraid not. Any hel….”
“I’m sorry please just keep to the answers.”. how do you feel at the moment?”
I paused. This was an odd interview. Did I survive something? “I feel nervous, unsure, a little anxious and a tiny amount of frustration.”
“Would you say you were scared at this moment?” [...]
Okay, so for exercise 7 I’ve been tasked with trying describe something familiar with one or two ordinary words that you wouldn’t normally use in that context so, [...]
I could tell just by looking that Stanley was standing proud. With his gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket, he was a picture of decadence. He was smiling in his own inimitable fashion and it was beautifully infectious. It was just a shame his face always let him down. [...]
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