So, yeah, this is perhaps the first biofic- a mostly true to the timeline of Runouw biography of a user that is not the author. It'll follow the timeline of MP3 Amplifier and her work as a level mod and her impact as a user. The conversations will pretty much all be fictionalized, I don't remember most, if any of them. But the events will be for the most part historical.
I hope you enjoy, Amp! I'm gonna try and do a larger amount of chapters and I'll run them by you first so I can make sure you're OK with everything!
MoD
It perhaps seemed out of place to have a large banquet hall with serious, high-art décor and structure in the middle of a place as rambunctious and casual as Runouw.com, but it was just another appreciated personality and aspect of the beloved home city of many rambunctious, casual (albeit a bit too male dominated, by default considering the population) citizens.
It was quite a male-dominated town; over sixty-five percent of the citizens that flocked to the city created by quiet, stoic innovator Robert Steward and his right hand man, a hardworking architect named Chris Spartan (no joke) with just the right touch of eccentric (although it’d be very hard not to with a name like that.) Males composed all of the leaders and higher-class workers, but it was a twenty-four old woman with a short brown fringe haircut, big aspirations for a humble spirit that sat in the fourth row of fold-up chairs, awaiting the announcement hopefully.
Caitlin Brynson felt a tap on her shoulder and as a response tore her gaze away from the empty podium where the announcement would kick off the celebratory dinner. She looked up to her right to see perhaps the nicest ex-boyfriend that could be considered. “Hey, Nan,” she smiled.
“I’m pretty sure staring at the stage won’t magically cause MoD to pop up there, Amp” Nan Daniel stated with a soft, knowing smirk, addressing Caitlin by her forum codename, MP3 Amplifier. Preferably with a couple of ~s on the side.
“Ah well,” she responded without missing a beat, “I’m one of those ‘anything is possible’ dreamers. Otherwise I wouldn’t be so hopeful about getting a job.”
“Well,” he responded, leaning against a chair he had no intention of sitting in, “I could see it happen. You have the talent and the dedication.”
“Hah, dedication,” she chuckled wryly. “Ironic that you’re the one bragging about my dedication.”
“Aw, Amp,” he gave a knowing, almost comforting smile that Cait recognized, causing her to re-examine her disposition to see if anything was a bit off. Nan continued with “Don’t worry. We played around, had some fun just watching other people’s reactions about us dating. It was a game more than anything, so of course there are no hard feelings.”
If he was going for comforting, whatever smidge of Cait that needed some comfort received it, and she smiled in turn. “Yeah, guess not. You were a good kisser though.”
“Ah, what can I say,” Nan laughed. “I’m just talented like that. A suave romantic even in a game.”
Amp found that to be satisfyingly true.
“I think you can do it, Cait.” Amp felt just a small flutter in her stomach when Nan called her by her name. “Now it’s up to you to believe as well.”
She allowed Nan to take a seat next to her, and allowed herself to think that she probably stood a good chance as one of the nominees for the new position. She wasn’t a generally overconfident person, in fact not that much of a confident person at all, but what was the harm in allowing herself to take pride in herself for just a moment? Her cover letter was good and her know how in the field of work was quite solid. She stood a chance.
Not to mention it’d be awesome to be the first woman to staff the city.
As she saw the chairs fill up, they both deduced that the announcement was getting close. She felt nerves of all different sorts cascade over her. At lightspeed she started to re-evaluate everything she did to try out for the job, scoping out multiple errors with a feeling of dread. Her mentality did a swift one-eighty and she ensured herself that there was no way she was going to get the job. Ah, well, at least the ceremonies were fun.
Her ears followed a set of loud footsteps echoing through a hollow wooden ground. Turning towards the stage, she saw the person who was walking onto the small wooden podium, the newest vice president of the city, Cameron Alistar, or MessengerOfDreams. Cait didn’t know much about the man, by now in his mid thirties, except that his reputation preceded him, for better or worse. He had been caught in some unprofessional situations when he held other jobs in years prior, but had a genuine passion for the city and its inhabitants. Cait deduced that said passion was what got him the job.
She observed the man, who was over six foot tall and sported glasses. He was probably the nicest dressed man in the room, wearing a sports jacket, a pair of slacks and a tie, topping it off with a fine black fedora. She had heard people mention that for a few months he had rotated hair colors through a shaved Mohawk- bright red, cerulean, pink and then back to red before letting his hair grow out. Looking at him, she just couldn’t picture it.
To her left, she heard another male mutter “Haha, he’s probably thinking he’s such hot stuff, wearing that suit.” She didn’t even have to turn and look to know that it was professional wisecracker Kevin Orenco who stated this. “When is he going to tell everyone that it was leftover from his Halloween costume?”
“Really?” Cait muttered her reply, amused.
“Yep. I believe he was a Traveling Salesman of Death, until he got tired of carrying his toy suitcase around and just passed as Frank Sinatra.”
Well. Maybe he could be pictured with a multi-colored Mohawk.
She, once again, focused her attention on the vice president as he approached the microphone on the stage. As was usual for him, he unhooked it from the stand and held it himself, announcing “Ladies and gentlemen, would you kindly quiet yourself and listen? I mean, that’s why you came here, right?”
“I heard there was going to be beer!” a voice cried from the back.
“Figures that beer would be the only reason you’d find your way into a public meeting, Jellonator,” Cam retorted. “Either way, let’s get this ball rolling, shall we? We’re all here to welcome our newest members of the level moderating squad. It’s going to be a very lucky day for a couple of people.”
Cait took in the sentence, a ringing bell declaring that maybe, just maybe, her time was now. She closed her eyes, nervous as could be, butterflies aflame in her stomach. She could be as modest as she wanted but there was no denying that she wanted this.
She brought herself to snap open her eyes once more and fixate them on the stage and on Cameron. The beginning just might be near.
