TheShammySocialist Posted May 7, 2011 Report Share Posted May 7, 2011 The Chancellor continued on with his speech, which had quickly become a drone, most people gathered there could care less what the chancellor had to say, they wanted out, they wanted their degrees, they wanted out into the real world, the new Australia had dawned. While Mallory Beaufre had been able to keep her attention focused for the first five minutes of the chancellor's preachings, she had quickly lost patience. She had awaited this moment for four years, and with the diplomas sitting in a pile next to the chancellor, her eyes flicked between them, and then at the chancellor, in a way, she hoped, coaxed urgency and anxiety. Her leg twitched slightly as she folded her black gowned arms, the various academic and athletic awards and sashes around her neck moved, some of the awards, being metallic, jingled against one another. The boy to her right looked at her, and she returned his stare in a cold manner, while he may have had good grades, he clearly didn't have good hygiene. She had caught a whiff of his breath earlier, and she almost keeled over, she quickly learned to breathe through her mouth. The fact that either he also didn't smell that well either also made her grimace, when he shifted a little in her direction. She swore that if she was stuck here any longer she'd probably need to take a shower after the ceremony, just in case the offenders' smell transferred to her because she was stuck sitting next to him. She looked up at the chancellor pleadingly, hoping that maybe since she was in the coveted front row, the chancellor would notice. The chancellor closed on his remarks, and stepped away from the podium, which bore the seal of the Australian National University, the most prestiguous school in the Southern Cross. It was a childhood dream come true, to be walking away from ANU with a degree, and [i]almost[/i] at the top of her class, she had worked so long for her degree. Entering on a full scholarship, she had maintained her high standards from high school in college, notching up a number of awards in the schools' International Affairs Department, as well as the Chinese Lingual Department, her two majors, which she was due to achieve with honors. On top of her studious nature, Mallory was a top notch athlete, participating in the University League in both women's rugby, and also in track and field, particularly in distance running, she had won awards for a number of standout performances in both sports. She cut a lithe figure, not tall, but not short, well built, and, of course, like many other players, covered in a number of bruises from the the last game of the rugby season. She held in her excitement, as the podium was borne away, and as the chancellor raised his hands, the first row, including Mallory, stood up, and turned to their right, and began walking towards the stairs that would take them up to the stage. Mallory walked slowly, behind the foul smelling graduate in front of her, trying to hold her breath as they walked. Her almost bleach-blonde hair bounced gently, she had chosen to wear it half up, the back gently tickled the rear of her neck. She smiled to herself, despite being behind the boy who doubled as a graduating garbage scow. Five people were in front of her, and she could barely contain herself, she was usually very reserved, not partaking in the usual antics of college, of course she had a drink with friends sometimes, but she never went overboard. Right now, she felt she would do anything in celebration, maybe even give in to some of her friends and team mates and go out to the bar or clubs later. As the first graduate took to the stage, she saw a woman standing nearby, she wore a simple olive green skirt, and a lighter olive green blouse. Her shoes were simple two inch heel affairs, and she had her brown hair in a neat bun tied conservatively high on the back of her head. She wore very little makeup and she was, even in Mallory's opinion, what the boys would define as a 'looker'. Her piercing blue eyes looked along the line, on her chest, she had a number of ribbons and medals, along with what looked like wings with a parachute in the middle. [i]Definitely someone from the military[/i], thought Mallory, as the mysterious woman's eyes met hers. The soldier smiled at her curtly, she was holding something, clutched in her well-groomed fingers. The soldier looked rather diminutive, but as Mallory flicked her eyes, she could tell that the soldier was in tip top shape, her stance was graceful, yet conservative, no hip flung to the side, just steady discipline, very [i]plain[/i]. There was just something about the soldier that didn't seem in place, and as she stepped forward again, the first graduate having received their degree, she kept looking at the soldier. As she stepped forward, however, the soldier broke her posture, and slowly walked toward her, smiling that mysterious and warm grin. The light olive green blouse's collars were both adorned with small pins, which Mallory recognized as quill pens, and she raised an eyebrow as the soldier produced a letter from her skirt pocket, and quietly handed it off to Mallory without a word, nonchalantly, before stepping back into the row of ushers, who said nothing about the female soldiers' movements. Mallory looked at the small white envelope, which was adorned with simple handwriting 'Mallory Beaufre' and below her name 'Open upon graduation', she just shook her head, and looked up after studying the envelope, the female soldier had gone. She was itching to open the letter, she was curious like that, but it said 'open upon graduation', so she'd respect the mysterious deliverers' wishes and wait. Graduation seemed to be a blur after that, as her brain was wracked with questions, even as she stepped up to receive that diploma, the one she had craved since her childhood. Who was that soldier? What was in the letter? What in blazes did the military want with [i]her[/i]? As soon as her diploma was presented, and hands shaken, she returned to her seat, the letter pocketed in with her diploma, she intended that the minute this ceremony she had craved for so long was done, she would get to the bottom of this mysterious letter that seemed to appear from the hand of a disappearing soldier. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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