Name: Zen
Gender: M
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: Left to the imagination of our vivid readers
Personality: Contemplative
Skills: Romanticism
Weaknesses: fear of being lonely

 Name: Kathleen

Gender: Female

Age: late 20's

Appearance: short blond hair, green eyes, tall and wears a dress that she got from her first job

Personality: energetic and always happy

Skills: writing and drawing

Weaknesses: anything social

Customization of office: several filing cabinets, a pencil holder with several assorted pens, pencils, markers, etc. and a picture with some of her friends all wearing beautiful dresses

It was a usually busy, summer, Wednesday morning; the rush to reach his office on time, fighting the chronically heavy traffic, negotiating the lethally polluted Mumbai air. Downtown Mumbai is the land of skyscrapers and busy streets; a bustling metropolis where the entire nation converge each day. In one of these concrete and steel giants, the southernmost part of the economic district, is belayed the registered office of M/S. Stevenson and Sons where our Zen has been working as an accountant ever since he graduated from B-School.

The pluralistic, romantic, open minded and free spirited man that he is, China, his motherland, was hardly befitting for him to start his professional saga from. Furthermore, wages offered for white collared workers in India make life and family more sustainable. The decision of migrating to Mumbai, as a business student in the early part of the century, from a remote hamlet situated in the wasteland of Sino-Mongolian border was not easy; cultural, linguistic, social, culinary and climatic differences between liberal India and communist China are pronounced. But, now well settled Zen feels more at home here than anywhere else. He often discusses with his friends, over a leisurely glass of beer, how he would never want to return back and the way the socialist government in China almost even controls the quantum of air a citizen is allowed to breathe!

On reaching office he took a moment to unwind and then got busy with work within the confines of his tiny cubicle. Zen decorated the enclosure himself with a photo frame, containing the pictures of his geographically separated family members, kept atop his desk adjacent to the computer so that his searching eyes may stare at their faces very time they move away from the flat screen monitor. His desk also contained a pen holder, a file rack and other items of modern day stationary.

After sorting out the intricacies of a certain stipulated account his mouth started salivating and blood thirsting for his morning dose of caffeine and nicotine. No sooner did his seat alight the chair, throning it, than his eyes landed on the face of the gorgeous lady of his dreams, a co-accountant, Priyanka.

Name: Priyanka
Gender: F
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: WoW.. 
Personality: striking
Skills: accounting
Weaknesses: fear to be cheated..
Customization of office: very girl like.. decorated with soft toys, greeting cards etc..

 Kathleen brought her notebook and tape recorder out. Well. This ought to help out with my story. Kathleen thought to herself. I wonder who else works here. Oh well. I'll find out later. Right now, I need to get back to work. Kathleen continued with her story.

  Morning was always the same for most of people but for Priyanka, its just rising of a ball or some sort of thing which comes out always from same direction and slowly starts heating up as a soft ball of unidentified material [being heated up by some kind of unknown source] which in turns heats its surroundings.

Priyanka is a woman having a remarkable height of about 5’10” having long legs and hands and with well built body which has been served to ruthless physical work at times without any complains. She has dark black and curly hair which depicts a forest which has been blackened due to dense vegetation and shiny hair which sparkles like dew drops on leaves. Her features  were sharp ones with an aristocratic mouth which on bending at its corner had a special authority of weakening anyone’s knees. Her eyes are a common brown which turned to amber color during emotional stresses.

Even though few hours of sleep mostly never satisfy our system but for her it was enough for weekdays. She possessed mystic source of energy which made her alive even with much strenuous work and which made her wonder about herself. She could be considered as striking personality when watched intently or else she was just another lady next door. She walks with aura which leaves such an aura which can make anyone to look twice at her. She was friendly, an extrovert, fun loving and girlish but her eyes said something else.

She cuts through the heavy traffic of Mumbai admiring her way from her home to M/S. Stevenson and Sons where she has been working from past few months. She was new in Mumbai but as the city never made her feel stranger. It is crowded place where each and every person is in a hurry to reach their places and works like a machine with intervals. She has been working ever since she got her B.Sc degree in her hands. She never regretted her past and always focused upon her present. She is swift mover like a knife moves through cheese.

She arrives office 15minutes before her office timings and sits in her seat and admires her cubicle as if its her first day on her job. The cubicle is decorated with snaps of her friends and parents and with greeting cards and glitters and few quoting of well known people. It never mattered to her what others thought about her. Instead, things which made her at peace were more important to her.

She turns on her computer screen showing a bunch of scarlet tea roses which made her aristocratic mouth to twitch at corner and made her more beautiful.

Name: Rose Mary
Gender: F
Age: 30
Appearance (describe what your character wears to work): dress-y with converses
Personality: Shy and Fun
Skills: writing and dreaming
Weaknesses: The Night, snakes, and tests
Customization of office (make us feel like we are in there with your character if possible): desk with photos of family and friends, a nice comfy chair, the one all her co-workers try to steal, and coffee makers, so she can have her tea in the morning

Name: Glenda Engellton
Gender: F
Age: 23
Appearance: Long, straight, slightly reddish hair, blotchilly tanned skin, clear emerald eyes, well-defined legs from running. Slightly tired posture, friendly smile. ~5' 7"
Personality: Always slightly tired, but willing to help. Friendly, good at listening and problem-solving, but not really much of a talker on her own. Unlike a lot of people, she is perfectly comfortable in silence. Knows a lot of useless trivia.
Skills: Fast reader, good problem-solver, willing to listen, good at imitating accents, decent cook.
Weaknesses: Doesn't get along well with her family, has a very soft voice, can't drive.
Customization of office: I'll leave this to my post. V

Glenda dashed through the office doors, panting. Her red-tinged hair sprawled into her face as she came to a sudden, lurching stop.For the millionth time, she wondered if it would be worth forking over the rupees for a buss pass, but she knew that it wasn't about the money for her as much as the fitness. Walking to work was healthier... besides, she didn't live that far away... though it would be nice not to have to worry about change whenever she wanted to go buy groceries.

With a sigh, she brushed her hair back behind her ears where it belonged and checked to make sure that everything she needed was in her canvas bag. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd dropped something...

A small flick of her emerald eyes from the colorful canvas bag to the wall on the far side of the lobby confirmed her suspicions. She was late. Only by about ten minutes, but she was late. She'd only been working there a week, and already she'd been late twice. Not such a good first impression... though she was hoping she wouldn't be working there long. Marketing wasn't the worst job that needed to be done in a cubicle, but it was still in a cubicle. She wasn't much for sitting around all day. She was tired from insomnia as it was, and without any movement to keep her awake, her concentration could go fuzzy.

But right now, she needed to get to work. Regardless of her feelings about it, it was her job. Her comfortably sneaker-clad feet carried her to her cubicle, the plentiful fabric of her long skirt swishing around her legs as she walked. After a few more minutes of walking, she plopped down with relief in her cosy little cubicle. A warehouse-sized box of pushpins sat on the floor next to the printer, and postcards, letters, travel brochures, theater tickets, and all sorts of other things were push-pinned all over the walls. The mementos of a traveler.

On one wall, decorated with swirling rainbow designs of pushpins on the blue expanses, was a map of the world, both the US and Britain highly decorated with a scattering of color. India had been speared twice, and the rest that weren't part of elaborate designs were scattered randomly throughout the land masses.

Reaching into her canvas bag, she pulled out a small picture frame and, blowing the dust off and then polishing it on her sleeve, set it on her desk right beside her computer screen. In it, there were three people; her as a three year-old, and her long-since divorced parents. The picture was from one of the early years of their marriage... well, one of the only years of their marriage. About a year after the picture was taken, she'd begun the routine that would continue for the twelve years of American schooling; school years with dad in America, summers and Christmases with mum in Britain.

For a moment, she looked into the picture with longing. Her parents looked so happy in the picture... she could hardly remember it being like that since. They spat out reasons, about cultural differences and about not being ready for the stress of a baby when she came... they had talked to Glenda for hours about the why, seperately and together, since she was old enough to understand. She had listened, but they'd never really said anything.

With a sigh, she tore her eyes away from it, not wanting to dwell, her eyes looking for anything but the picture. They fell on someone walking idly by her cubicle that she only vaguely recognized. "Erm... hi." She spoke softly with a hesitant smile.

Name: Lewis Kingston
Gender: M
Age: 32
Appearance (describe what your character wears to work): suit and tie
Personality: classicly, kind, and out-going
Skills: computer tech stuff
Weaknesses: dating
Customization of office (make us feel like we are in there with your character if possible): nice comfy chair, pictures of friends and family

Rose Mary came quietly into the office on a nice cool spring morning, there was nothing special about this morning. Everything was going like normal, whatever normal is. Until she ran into the boss. She dreaded ranning into the boss because whenever she did he would always talk to her, and she wasn't the type to talk. Then Lewis, who worked next to Rose, came around the corner and saved her from talking to the boss. He got her out of that situation so fast. Thank God she mumbled to herself. And she went to her office, where once again someone took her chair. Later she found out it was Lewis trying to get her to date him.