To: Foreign Office, Visa Department, Víosa House, Fortham, Free Lands of the Selkie.
Return Address: The Headquarters of the ACP, Office of the Chief of Police, Yaneza City, Azenyanistan.
Date: September 11 2017
valid passport photo
Name: Turyannah ur Ishalala
Gender: Female
Country of origin: Azenyanistan
Nationality: Azen
Date of Birth: September 11 1985
Place of Birth: Central Azenyanistan
Occupation: Chief of Police
Reason for visit: To enjoy another festival with The Selkie and to find her friend.
Willingness to Return to Country of Origin: Willing
Travel Health Insurance: Government Issued Insurance
Will you carry contraband (as defined by the laws of your country of origin)?
- [ ] Yes, if so, what kind of contraband?
[ ] Maybe, if so, what kind of contraband?
[ X] No
- [X ] Yes
[ ] No
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RP-Sample: Turyah looked down upon her clothes again. The police woman did not always pay attention to the beauty of her own clothes. She always wore jeans and a polo shirt over an undershirt and always brought her bullet proof vest to work or when she goes outside. She patted her belt again, looking for her weapons. Not there. She sighed and remembered that she always had to leave her weapons and ammunition IN her place, not in the place of her friend, Gwen. Gwen must have told Turyah before this time that it was not good to bring weapons into Gwens place. That is what Turyah thinks. She tends to have a hard time remembering things, especially when it is not about work.
Being a police woman in Azenyanistan kept her on the edge. She was not afraid but often looked around or over her shoulder. She tended to frisk people who came to her or to them whenever she was with Gwen. And she was never hesitant when it came to flashing her badge to anyone who came whom the Azen woman did not know.
Turyah wore her favorite gray jeans, a black belt, some nice black shoes, white thick socks and a headscarf which has been in the closet for many days. She never took care of the headscarf and it was a bit dirty and dusty. It was blue by the way. Turyah whispered to herself, hoping Gwen would forgive her for not being so formal and always being such a restless and undisciplined police officer.
She waited for Gwen then to receive her, her hands in her pockets, sweating a little. She looked around one last time and hoped no one would see her so nervous like this. Her back wasn't straight, she was leaning forward. Sweat was dropping from her forehead. In her mind, it was like she kept on saying one word as she paced an imaginary room back and forth.
(From the Dinner with a friend (Closed) )
Have you read and understood the rules? Noperoni, Pepperoni!
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