BREAKING NEWS! ((NORA RAMSEY)) who looks an awful lot like ((NATHALIE EMMANUEL)) has just been seen around Nuntium House. Apparently ((SHE)) is ((30)) years old and have been in the New York City for ((30 YEARS)). They work as a ((ASSISTANT IT DIRECTOR)) at ((NUNTIUM HOUSE)). If they had an article byline it would read ((DON'T WISH IT WERE EASIER, WISH YOU WERE BETTER)) - but we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate.
basic
Full Name: Nora Danielle Ramsey
Nickname(s): Nora, Ramsey, Acid (online)
Age: Thirty
Height: 5′7″
Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female & she/her
Hometown: New York, New York
Residential Area: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: Assistant IT Director & hacker
Relationship status: Single
bio
Ever since she was a young girl, Nora liked computers. It fascinated her that such machines spoke a completely different language, yet they were involved in just about everything. They were responsible for people landing on the Moon, they were responsible for the pretty pictures that were on TV, they were responsible for just about everything that helped people out. Heck, computers were responsible for creating other computers, and the idea alone felt surreal.
Always being a curious girl, Nora picked up programming as soon as she could. She had a head on her shoulders, and while her grades were great, her main focus was on computers. Soon enough, once she was capable, she began breaking into various places; at first, it was her school’s servers, because the girl wanted to change a couple of not-so-perfect grades. She got out without being caught, and that fueled her curiosity.
Hacking became a hobby for Nora. If she saw a movie that was still in the cinemas, she made a challenge for herself to find it online, to break where she shouldn’t break into, and watch it without spending a single penny. Granted, her family had more than enough money to go to the cinema and watch said movie, but that wasn’t the point for Nora. It was all small-time challenges that she took on, having the time of her life and learning more than she did in school.
Eventually, at the age of sixteen, she caught the attention of a group who took it upon themselves to reveal the secrets of the rich, of the companies who cared only about themselves and no one else. Nora was fascinated; if she could use her skills (and improve further) to aid the masses in realizing just how awful some people and companies were, then she could at least hope that what she was doing wasn’t just some petty crimes.
During all of this, Nora still graduated school with top grades and went on to university. It was only natural that she ended up picking programming, knowing that she was absolutely capable even if a lot of the things she had done weren’t exactly something that she could put on her resume or letter to the university. Even during her university years, Nora continued on with her side job, learning more than she did anywhere else, and cracking down more cases than she ever thought she would.
As expected, it didn’t take too long for things to turn sour. Nora and the group she was working for were bound to slip up soon, and yet, when the feds burst into her apartment one day, she was still absolutely shocked. Her parents hired the best lawyers to defend her, make sure that all went fine. Naturally, they were furious, but it was all about keeping up with their reputation rather than trully scolding their daughter for what she’s done.
Her talent was recognized, and despite the long list of crimes she had committed, she was given an offer; years, decades in jail, or working for the right guys. With the awful labor shortage in this field, Nora knew that she could get out with the right attitude, and so, after barely any consideration, she accepted the offer. She still had to do plenty of community service to “learn the lesson”, but it was better than ruining her life completely.
It was then that Nora became an ethical hacker. It was different from the way she used to do things, but after a little bit of adjustment, she finally began picking projects up. It was part of the agreement, part of the reason why she had gotten a get-out-of-jail-free card. Another part of the agreement was also getting a job at one of the companies she had screwed over.
After a bit of investigation, she finally agreed to work for the company that owned one of the skyscrapers in NYC. It was the Nuntium Publishing House, and after a bit of negotiation, Nora agreed to be the Assistant IT Director. She loathed the idea of working with people, for people, but the role she had been given seemed to minimize the need to interact with them, and she still had someone above her who could keep an eye on her.
With her son spending the night with her husband (or separated husband, she hadn’t really concentrated on what that meant for them, still in denial) Rose was reluctant to go him. Which was why she was still in her office well into the evening.
She jumped slightly when she heard someone knock on her door glancing over at the open doorway before giving a slight smile. “Come in then, no sense dawdling by the door.”
Nora liked working late; it wasn’t just because she liked starting late, she simply liked it more when there were barely any people around. It was easier that way, she could concentrate, and she could just do her job as well as only she could.
Listening to the music on her earphones, Nora made her way through the deserted office, only to come to a sudden halt when she realized someone was talking to her. “Shit- what?” She spoke, before taking the earphones out and finally focusing on the woman in the office. “Sure, of course- what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting anyone around.”
Probably a rhetorical question, but Mørthen could remember worse situations, things were different when Fenrir had the largest space in a house, and as large as the penthouse was, it took a while for the dog to adjust “Trust me, you’d be surprised if I told you how many times I have to buy new furniture" he admitted, getting back to his feet while shrugging his shoulders “Alright, you got me, this happens more often than I’d like but he’s been getting better. If it makes you feel better I saw a guy collide with a cyclist a few streets away, I think he’s having a worse day” joked, there wasn’t much the man could do about the situation, but he was willing to make up the repairs any way he could "I’m Mørthen by the way” began, offering his hand for a handshake “It’s probably not the best situation to meet someone, again I’m really sorry about that. I was serious about the offer, if there’s anything I can do, dont hesitate to let me know. I hope I didn’t take up too much of your time”
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“For a dog who seems almost okay behaved, that’s shocking.” Nora spoke, maybe still a little shaken up after coming across a beast that large. Now that it was next to its owner, however, it seemed different, and the dog almost seemed friendly. Almost. “Okay, that does make me feel a little better. But just a little.” She agreed with a small smile, still more focused on checking her equipment, to make sure nothing was broken. It could be replaced, but the information there mattered. Luckily, for now at least, everything seemed okay. So she took up the offer, reaching out and shaking his hand. “I’d say pleasure, but I’m sure we could’ve met in better circumstances. I’m Nora.” Letting go of his hand then, she made sure that the backpack would remain secure in her hands. “You know what? You might be in luck. Nothing looks broken, although, that’s almost a miracle.”
Gesturing to the vacant seat opposite her, the blonde chuckled at the other’s words. They rang true. Free drinks were always amazing, not that she had any qualms in paying for any of it. She had beyond enough in the bank to support her taste in the finest liquor money could buy, but it was nice to have company to drink with. Especially on days like this.
“Don’t worry. I understand. I’ve already had enough of today. Between you and I, I’ve decided to finish up early. You know, treat myself a little bit.” She laughed, shaking her head. Everyone in her office routinely bugged her about taking a break, so she didn’t think anyone would have a problem with it. Plus, she was the boss, after all. “I’m terrible with names around here… I’m certain we’ve met before, though. Do you work at one of the magazines?”
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“I don’t blame you.” Nora agreed with a nod as she moved over to sit in front of the blonde, stashing her phone away for now. “Shouldn’t you be treating yourself a little more frequently? It’s not that bad to end the day with a drink every once in a while.” She flagged the waiter then, not feeling shy abuot ordering herself a drink.
“Don’t mention it. I probably know you better by your username.” Nora brushed it off, as if it was nothing. She really was saying the truth; she was far more used to usernames, rather than actual names. Maybe she really was a workaholic after all. “I don’t, but you do. Title Eight, right?” She asked curiously, as if she didn’t know already. “I work in IT. Name’s Nora.”
“Fenrir, fot!” the man said, his tone soft despite how sharp the command given to the dog sounded “Ned. Bli” reinforced, watching the large scottish deerhound lay down next to his feet. Picking up the belongings dropped on the sidewalk, light blue eyes focused on the stranger in front of him, the shadow of a soft smile on his face as he held out the objects to the owner “Are you okay? My apologies, I hope you didn’t get hurt, I don’t know what happened to him ” Mørthen admitted, kneeling to check the leash, softly petting the dog’s black fur “Fenrir is generally a good boy, I think he just got a little overexcited” concluded, lifting his head to focus again on the stranger “I apologize again if any of your belongings have been damaged I would like to redeem myself”
The large dog seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, making Nora drop her backpack that contained her laptop and a few more pieces of electronics that had played a certain role in her line of work. “What the f-” She gasped, taking a step back just as the dog finally stopped, laying down next to who appeared to be their owner. Nora liked dogs, but this beast was absolutely huge, and that, she simply wasn’t used to. “Overexcited? Does it get even worse than that?” She questioned, leaning down to pick her backpack up and dust it off. The fall hadn’t been that high, and she really hoped her tech was fine. “Are you sure about that? Cause that just makes it sounds like this happens pretty often.”
She must admit, working for Nuntium had it’s perks. Not that she didn’t love her job, of course. But three built in coffee shops? Not just coffee carts, or booths, but whole shops. It felt almost excessive, but who was she to complain? Especially when she was reaping the benefits of it.
It’s cold outside, that’s the truth. It’s January in New York City, there’s snow and slush and harsh wind and she thanks God she doesn’t have to trek into that mess just to get her afternoon fix. She has already had two cups since this morning, and this will be her third of about five to get her through the day. She doesn’t have a problem.
She’s alredy ordered, a coffee plus a little snack as a treat, so when she hears “Evelyn’ called out, she heads towards the pick up area. Only, she finds it empty. Its then when she spots someone, fresh from walking away from the pick up counter, and so she goes after them, as fast as her heels will carry her. “Excuse me!” she calls out “Yes, you there! Hi, I think you may have mistaken my coffee for your own. A brown sugar shaken oatmilk latte for Evelyn?” she inquires, searching the cup in their hand for her name.
Nora had a great focus. It was one of the skills she had trained over the years, one of the many things that she was supposed to have in order to achieve what she did. More often than not, it came as a great benefit in plenty of situations, yet almost as often, it came as a disadvantage. Complete focus on the task at hand, Nora stopped by one of the many coffee shops at the building, aiming to get her usual large cup of black coffee.
Ordering part went well, and when she heard a name being called out, she worked on autopilot, picking up the cup placed on the counter, and took a sip, only to almost spit it out. It was sweet.
So. Damn. Sweet.
“What?” She frowned a little, looking over at the woman who was talking to her- only now realizing it was happening- and realization finally dawned on her. “Oh! That’s yours? Sorry, I’ll buy you a new one- but are you sure you want this?”
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Seated at her usual table, Cordelia enjoyed the typical buzzing atmosphere of Soleil, her usual eating haunt. The food was some of the best in the city and at that point, she’d tried almost everything on the menu. The chefs had truly outdone themselves that particular afternoon, not even a crumb remained on the porcelain plate that sat before her. To say she was satisfied and content would be an understatement.
The seat on the other side of the table had been vacated, her employee slash lunch date rushing back off to their office to finish the day’s work. Cordelia, on the other hand, decided she wanted to treat herself to a more relaxed afternoon, opting to indulge in a few more drinks before calling it a day.
“Care to join me?” The Editor-in-Chief spoke up, turning to the person at the table beside hers. “I’ll buy your next drinks if you slack off with me. Promise.”
Despite not really wanting to hang around people, Nora attended an occassional meeting or two; it kept her busy, changed things up, and more often than not, ended up in her having a free meal. She never lacked money, but free food always tasted better. And now, even when the meeting was over, she remained at the restaurant, working on her phone.
Her attention was only pulled away from it as a woman at the table beside hers spoke up, finally making her look up. She was familiar- quite obviously- and yet Nora only smiled at the offer. “It’d be stupid to reject a free drink. Besides, I’ve got-” she checked her watch, frowning a little at realization. “-too much time until I can go home. Might as well spend it buzzed.”
