Position Vacant: Soul Reaping - Graveyard Shift | IC/CLOSED

[Sindrya]

OOC

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Hunter's Woods' Business District
Southern Part
13 Grim Place, Glutton's Diner

You somehow managed to find your way back to this place.

Night-time Hunter's Woods was no joke. Probably because it surrounded by a forest, or the chilly night air that came from those woods, or the familiar urban legend about "people went missing in the sewers", but the town, which was usually bustling with activity during the day, turned into a literal ghost town about four hours to midnight. The shadows in the apparently deserted streets always seemed moving out of the corner of your eyes. But when you turn around, there was nothing. Just shadows.

And yet, against this, you managed to find your way back to Glutton's Diner without getting lost. Either your navigating skills were improving or you were just lucky or this job was meant to be.

After the admission of your application when you first came here - probably some time in the afternoon - the owner of this place, who took in your application, without even interviewing you, told you to "come back to the diner at 20:00 PM". He didn't say "later", he said "at 20:00 PM". Somehow he sounded reassuring enough so that you actually came back there at that hour, though he didn't interview you. And lo, you just managed it. You looked through the same dusty glass door, finding the sign had been turned to "Sorry, We're Closed!".

Had the door didn't budge when you pushed it lightly, probably in a desperate attempt to prove that you won't have to go through another day looking for jobs, you probably would have left this place. Feeling grateful, you stepped in, eager to leave the cold air outside for a warmer atmosphere, and to take another look at the place you'd be working part-time on for... several weeks?

Glancing around, you find nothing had changed the interior of the diner. The lights were still on, but there were no more customer in sight. Then again, this place probably either have a very little amount of customer or none at all. Empty booths with seats and table already cleaned to accommodate the new employees lined along the wall. Oh wait, you finally spotted something different. There was two pots, one filled with steaming hot coffee, while the other seemed more brownish, hot chocolate you hazard a guess, accompanied by several cups, a bowl of block sugar, and a pitcher of milk, on each table. On the sleek, wooden surface of the counter that was lined by leather-clad stools, you found several of the same set. The owner of this place preparing all these just to greet his new employees, half of your mind thought he might be a good employer.

You couldn't help but notice that this place seemed more alive than this afternoon. As if the moonlight provided more brightness to this place. Or that could be just a trick of the light. Yes, that's must be it.

Your eyes flicked towards the door behind the counter. Some sort of dull clangs reverberated from the other side of the door. Hm. The other employees were probably still working back there. Redirecting your eyes towards the only other door, you wondered what kind of people would your fellow... part-time Reapers must be. Would they be interesting? Would they be boring? Would they be eager and optimistic, or lackluster and pessimistic?

Either way, you expected that working here would at least be exciting and eventful.

[Finsternia]

Sigmund Brandt

So far the trip to the diner was a peaceful one. One would assume that they might meet some rowdy ruffians in the dark streets or the feared kidnapper in the shadows but for some reason, the streets were as calm as you would expected. Sigmund pushed the glass doors and grimaced at his soon work place. The smell of coffee greeted his nose first and then the sight of prepared coffee sets on the counter. He then grudgingly walked towards the counter and sat on one of the stools, making a squeeking sound as his pants came in contact with the leather. He winced and uttered a curse word under his breath. He silently waited for anyone to come out of the door but then there was nothing. He then helped himself to the coffee set in front of him, pouring two tablespoons of sugar and half of the cup's amount of milk on his coffee. He yawned as he stirred the creamy brown cup and rubbed his eyes. "This should better pay well..."

[North Arkana]

Silvia Cole

"It's a part time job. I don't expect it will."

If one hadn't been walking through the diner and checking the booths for occupants, one would have missed the slim female sitting in one of the booths, barely sipping at her coffee. Her clothes were reminiscent of a school uniform from some formal school, yet with enough alterations to make them acceptable for wear even after graduation. Silvia stood, picking up the blazer style coat and bag in the booth with her, and walked with her coffee out to a more open seat in the diner.

"I didn't think there'd be other people showing up. I mean, 'soul reaping'. One wonders who's crazier, the employer, or the willing employees."

[New Antonalia]

Robert Blair

"New town, now school, new job." Robert said, as he walked into the the Glutton's Diner. Several people were already there, but he doubted that they'd last long. "With this many people, it must be a highly competitive job, or at least a good paying for a part-time job." Some of the people he saw at school, others were completely new to him, but he couldn't let that stand in his way. This was too coincidental for him, considering his brother applied for the same job back in Sunset Gates, and for there to be another job with the same title here in Hunter's Woods, all sorts of alarms were going off in his head. That and the fact that he got this weird vibe while trying to find the place put him at a greater unease.

Despite the comfortable temperature inside, he decided to keep his jacket on and walked and grabbed a cup of coffee, pouring milk and a lot of sugar in it, before walking over to one of the booths. "So, how long do you think the owner is going to keep us waiting." He said to the other occupant, a slender girl who looked about the same age he was. "And what do you think the owner means by soul reaping. I mean my brother had a job with the same title back in Sunset Gates, but I had no idea what he did before he disappeared."

[North Arkana]

Robert Blair

"New town, now school, new job." Robert said, as he walked into the the Glutton's Diner. Several people were already there, but he doubted that they'd last long. "With this many people, it must be a highly competitive job, or at least a good paying for a part-time job." Some of the people he saw at school, others were completely new to him, but he couldn't let that stand in his way. This was too coincidental for him, considering his brother applied for the same job back in Sunset Gates, and for there to be another job with the same title here in Hunter's Woods, all sorts of alarms were going off in his head. That and the fact that he got this weird vibe while trying to find the place put him at a greater unease.

Despite the comfortable temperature inside, he decided to keep his jacket on and walked and grabbed a cup of coffee, pouring milk and a lot of sugar in it, before walking over to one of the booths. "So, how long do you think the owner is going to keep us waiting." He said to the other occupant, a slender girl who looked about the same age he was. "And what do you think the owner means by soul reaping. I mean my brother had a job with the same title back in Sunset Gates, but I had no idea what he did before he disappeared."

Silvia Cole

"I don't know. The job could just be some joke, or could be exactly what it says it on the box. Might even be a cover for human trafficking. No way to tell when a job is advertised for something absurd in a serious manner."

Silvia takes another sip of her coffee, frowning slightly as she seems take the time to taste it carefully for an extended period of time. After swallowing, she looks at the newcomer in her booth with cold eyes.

"You don't seem to worry too much about giving the wrong impression by walking up to a girl like you are. Don't even bother to introduce yourself."

[Finsternia]

Silvia Cole

"It's a part time job. I don't expect it will."

If one hadn't been walking through the diner and checking the booths for occupants, one would have missed the slim female sitting in one of the booths, barely sipping at her coffee. Her clothes were reminiscent of a school uniform from some formal school, yet with enough alterations to make them acceptable for wear even after graduation. Silvia stood, picking up the blazer style coat and bag in the booth with her, and walked with her coffee out to a more open seat in the diner.

"I didn't think there'd be other people showing up. I mean, 'soul reaping'. One wonders who's crazier, the employer, or the willing employees."

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund turned to look at the girl sitting in one of the booths. He squinted a little, making him look angrier than usual. "Ha, how self deprecating of you to describe yourself as insane." The warm mist of coffee met his face and he savored its aroma, giving some life into his eyes. "This is the only place that would accept the likes of me. It might be just a bunch of bull but what matters is the money." He's dressed quite sloppily, his white polo shirt is quite in disarray and his tie is made hastily and is hanging loose. He silently watched as a boy, probably another person wanting to be an employee, came in and broke into a conversation with the girl. He smirked and returned to his coffee. 'Children...' He took a sip, the sweet and mellow taste bringing his senses together.

[New Antonalia]

Silvia Cole

"I don't know. The job could just be some joke, or could be exactly what it says it on the box. Might even be a cover for human trafficking. No way to tell when a job is advertised for something absurd in a serious manner."

Silvia takes another sip of her coffee, frowning slightly as she seems take the time to taste it carefully for an extended period of time. After swallowing, she looks at the newcomer in her booth with cold eyes.

"You don't seem to worry too much about giving the wrong impression by walking up to a girl like you are. Don't even bother to introduce yourself."

"Wasn't going to, though you're right, I don't give two shits what anyone thinks of me, casually or professionally. But since you're acting like a little bit of a bitch, I'm going to introduce myself. Robert Blair, that's the only thing you need to know about me." Robert said, sipping his coffee returning her coldness with sarcasm. He was getting mixed vibes from her and didn't know what to make of her, so he sat there in silence, trying to get a reading on her. "I take you had a rough childhood?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "And I take it your school life wasn't very pleasant either."

[Kazarogkai]

Soundtrack: In the streets I call home, a child of the ghetto I be

Name: Lawrence Sinclair
Age: 16

I hate the night

Walking through these streets especially dressed like I am in this suit and tie. At Least I don't got no money in pocket for someone to jack at the very least. Still I know the danger, heck I used to be one of them in other days. Hustling and stealing and jumping fools for what they got. It seems like a lifetime ago but really wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things. A thing I have noticed while growing up is things go faster the longer you've lived. 10 minutes in the sun at recess felt like an hour, an hour felt like a day, and a day felt like an entire lifetime. Now everything just seems to pass on by with just barely a whimper, time just bleeds in on itself and it's easy to just lose track. It's all perspective now I think about it.

Walking through these streets in the middle of the night given me the heebee jeebees and all that. I'm not a sweaty individual but It pouring down me now. I can't help but look over shoulder for something always seems to be watching. That's the feeling you get when you're out and about at an hour like this. Maybe it's the shadows dancing around or the fact that everything is so quiet when your so used to sound. Monsters come out in times like this both real and imagined and you can't help but feel sick knowing their lurking, hunting, licking their lips waiting for their next meal. Not surprising I ain't a night person eh?

When I finally arrived in my baggy three piece suit looking like an ole gangster or something at this strange joint a sigh of relief came from me. I was little worried, this was an important day, so I groomed myself a little dusting off my shoulders and rubbing back my hair before I walked right on in. I saw a couple others had arrived and my heart dropped a little. Others were already here. Surprising I had hoped for little competition but it is as it is. I really shouldn't be too surprised there were other blokes like myself desperate for a job. I refused to be deterred and walked in with what I hoped would be a mildly confident swagger but ended up looking a little stiff and made my way over to a far booth away from the others. I don't really care that much for fraternizing with the others here for I'd rather keep to myself till the boss arrives. Spurning the drinks offered I pulled out a small untitled book from my admittedly large pocket and made myself comfortable.

[North Arkana]

"Wasn't going to, though you're right, I don't give two shits what anyone thinks of me, casually or professionally. But since you're acting like a little bit of a bitch, I'm going to introduce myself. Robert Blair, that's the only thing you need to know about me." Robert said, sipping his coffee returning her coldness with sarcasm. He was getting mixed vibes from her and didn't know what to make of her, so he sat there in silence, trying to get a reading on her. "I take you had a rough childhood?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "And I take it your school life wasn't very pleasant either."

Silvia Cole

"I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and wanted for nothing," Silvia said with a straight face. "Then I threw it away all away on a whim, burned my bridges, learned how to live for myself, and never looked back, even when it nearly ended my life along with my family's."

She stated everything in a matter of fact manner, displaying no emotion one would normally associate with talking about a dead family.

"My school life was average though. Silvia Cole, by the way, is my name."

Silvia's final line was delivered with nothing to indicate she was attempting to set up some sort of joke using the story she had told. It was delivered with the same cold tone.

[WaRtArIa]

Clad in a royal blue blazer, a white shirt, and a black khaki skirt, Renee walked in front of the diner, feeling the creeping feeling of dread rising up.

”Do I look professional enough? Am I going to stutter? Will I get the job?

Pushing the door open, Renee glanced around, noticing the lively atmosphere of the diner. The strong aroma of entrancing and delectable coffee wafted into her sensitive nose. On the other side of the table, there was a concoction that looked remarkably like hot chocolate. Although it was tempting to drink the delicious-smelling coffee, Renee shook her head at the thought. Renee was attempting to shake off her coffee addiction, and the sight in front of her wasn’t really helping. She poured herself a cup of hot chocolate, and tiredly rubbed her eyes.

The sugar made Renee more awake, more energetic, and happier in general. A thought came to Renee’s head. There was an unusually large amount of people in this unassuming and quaint little diner. It was likely that this job either paid well, or that there was a lot of competition in this area. Sighing, Renee realized that getting this job would be a bit harder. God, if she didn’t get a job soon, her parents were going to kill her.

A glasses-wearing man in a bright-colored purplish coat was next to Renee. He seemed like a quiet but eccentic-looking guy. He was one of the few candidates that seemed open to some small talk to pass the time, so it couldn’t be that bad to socialize with him, right? “H-hi there... I’m Renee, it’s nice to meet y-you.”

Crud. Renee was already stuttering, and the interview didn’t even start yet. She sighed to herself.

[Finsternia]

Clad in a royal blue blazer, a white shirt, and a black khaki skirt, Renee walked in front of the diner, feeling the creeping feeling of dread rising up.

”Do I look professional enough? Am I going to stutter? Will I get the job?

Pushing the door open, Renee glanced around, noticing the lively atmosphere of the diner. The strong aroma of entrancing and delectable coffee wafted into her sensitive nose. On the other side of the table, there was a concoction that looked remarkably like hot chocolate. Although it was tempting to drink the delicious-smelling coffee, Renee shook her head at the thought. Renee was attempting to shake off her coffee addiction, and the sight in front of her wasn’t really helping. She poured herself a cup of hot chocolate, and tiredly rubbed her eyes.

The sugar made Renee more awake, more energetic, and happier in general. A thought came to Renee’s head. There was an unusually large amount of people in this unassuming and quaint little diner. It was likely that this job either paid well, or that there was a lot of competition in this area. Sighing, Renee realized that getting this job would be a bit harder. God, if she didn’t get a job soon, her parents were going to kill her.

A glasses-wearing man in a bright-colored purplish coat was next to Renee. He seemed like a quiet but eccentic-looking guy. He was one of the few candidates that seemed open to some small talk to pass the time, so it couldn’t be that bad to socialize with him, right? “H-hi there... I’m Renee, it’s nice to meet y-you.”

Crud. Renee was already stuttering, and the interview didn’t even start yet. She sighed to herself.

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund lifted his head off his cup, a trail of his creamy coffee on his snout. He aggressively wiped it off with his free hand and squinted at Renee. "What do ya want, kid?" Sigmund assumed that she's younger than him due to her body size and somewhat youthful face. "If you're thinking that you'll have some pleasant talk with me, ya might as well piss off." He then turned towards the counter's door and after a few seconds, he slowly casted a look at her direction and whispered. "Name's Sigmund. Ni... Nice to meet ya, too..."

[Sindrya]

The door behind the counter creaked open. A mop of rainbow-colored hair popped out. Moving down, the hair seemed to be fixed on top of the head of a bespectacled man, whom judging from his face, probably was aged somewhere between 19 to 20 years old. He wore what seemed to be a black chef's coat, with both sleeves rolled up. From the waist down, behind his white tapered apron, one could see that he was sporting black trousers. A pair of black sports shoes covered his feet. Obviously he was the cook in this diner, and the lack of stains on his uniform clearly signified that today was a slow day at the diner.

"Cazzo", the rainbow-haired man said under his breath with a distinct Italian accent, scratching his scalp continuously. He glanced back at the kitchen area, where he emerged from, before closing the door. When he turned, his eyes grew wide in confusion.

Wait a minute, he thought. This is past the closing hour. There should be no more customer inside the diner at this hour. He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar bunch of people gathered inside.

"Who are-"

His words were cut off when he saw the sign on the window. Then it all came back to him. "Oh, right.", he said. "Please wait a min- whoa."

He was distracted by the sight of one of the only fair maidens in there. Sitting inside a booth, drinking a cup of coffee, with a posture so prim and proper, wearing such a formal uniform. She gave off such an aura befitting the type of senorita I've categorized as "Ice Queens". So elegant, beautiful....

The rainbow-haired cook quickly broke free of his fantasies. Cazzo! Giorno, why are you always like this?! He coughed nervously, trying to go back to his previously serious tone. "Ah, please wait a minute here.", he said, before quickly stepping back inside the kitchen. A few knocks and a resounding "Padrone! They're here!" later, he stepped out again, this time bringing a slightly older man along.

This man, aside from his slightly spiky hairstyle, looked like a proper businessman. Just the kind of man you'd expect to run a place like this. Classic suit-and-tie, with dress pants and black loafers. His gaze was intense, almost like he was scrutinizing something all the time, just like he was right now, scrutinizing the candidate for new employees.

He was expecting more people than this much.

"Ah, you must be the new applicants.", he greeted them. "I was expecting more people to come by. Ah well, let's wait for a while. And- wait a minute."

He looked at them, dumbfounded. All of them are already drinking. Oh God.

"Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot."

[Finsternia]

The door behind the counter creaked open. A mop of rainbow-colored hair popped out. Moving down, the hair seemed to be fixed on top of the head of a bespectacled man, whom judging from his face, probably was aged somewhere between 19 to 20 years old. He wore what seemed to be a black chef's coat, with both sleeves rolled up. From the waist down, behind his white tapered apron, one could see that he was sporting black trousers. A pair of black sports shoes covered his feet. Obviously he was the cook in this diner, and the lack of stains on his uniform clearly signified that today was a slow day at the diner.

"Cazzo", the rainbow-haired man said under his breath with a distinct Italian accent, scratching his scalp continuously. He glanced back at the kitchen area, where he emerged from, before closing the door. When he turned, his eyes grew wide in confusion.

Wait a minute, he thought. This is past the closing hour. There should be no more customer inside the diner at this hour. He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar bunch of people gathered inside.

"Who are-"

His words were cut off when he saw the sign on the window. Then it all came back to him. "Oh, right.", he said. "Please wait a min- whoa."

He was distracted by the sight of one of the only fair maidens in there. Sitting inside a booth, drinking a cup of coffee, with a posture so prim and proper, wearing such a formal uniform. She gave off such an aura befitting the type of senorita I've categorized as "Ice Queens". So elegant, beautiful....

The rainbow-haired cook quickly broke free of his fantasies. Cazzo! Giorno, why are you always like this?! He coughed nervously, trying to go back to his previously serious tone. "Ah, please wait a minute here.", he said, before quickly stepping back inside the kitchen. A few knocks and a resounding "Padrone! They're here!" later, he stepped out again, this time bringing a slightly older man along.

This man, aside from his slightly spiky hairstyle, looked like a proper businessman. Just the kind of man you'd expect to run a place like this. Classic suit-and-tie, with dress pants and black loafers. His gaze was intense, almost like he was scrutinizing something all the time, just like he was right now, scrutinizing the candidate for new employees.

He was expecting more people than this much.

"Ah, you must be the new applicants.", he greeted them. "I was expecting more people to come by. Ah well, let's wait for a while. And- wait a minute."

He looked at them, dumbfounded. All of them are already drinking. Oh God.

"Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot."

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund flinched when the counter door suddenly opened to reveal a rainbow headed man in an apron. "Hey, are ya one of the---" He was suddenly cut short when the man turned back and retreated inside the kitchen again. He raised his eyebrow at the sounds inside and the man's somehow uncanny Italian accent as he was calling someone. The next man that came out was someone that you would expect to be the manager or owner of the establishment. And Sigmund is starting to not like his eyes. They were the eyes of judgmental people, the kind that usually turns him down on his jobs. He slowly finished his coffee and licked his lips when suddenly the man exclaimed about them drinking. "If you have some better eyes than I do, then you can probably deduce that we are indeed drinking from those prepared pots. Is there something that we should be worried about?" His voice was full of prickly thorns, the kind of talking that waits for the right moment to burst into a full on f-bomb rant.

[WaRtArIa]

It seemed that Sigmund liked to do personality flips a lot. Seemingly an asshole one moment, a nice guy at another moment. This person would make for an interesting conversation partner, that’s for sure. Renee assumed that he was an eccentric person, and thus the generic small talk conversation starters couldn’t work too well with him. “I’m here f-for the i-interview, as I-I’m going to go get a j-job here. S-soul reaping sounds like a s-stretch, but i-it’s one of my only c-chances to get a job. I a-assume you’re here for the same t-thing?”

The accursed stuttering was still there, to Renee’s ire.

Suddenly, a rainbow-haired man in an apron walked in the room, and he probably did not expect the somewhat large company in the room. Looking surprised, he walked back inside the kitchen, and he came back, bringing a more professional-looking man back in this room with him. Renee didn’t really like the man’s look. He looked like the guy who would stare at you and in an insultingly polite manner, state “you’re a stupid piece of shit, get outta here.” To sum it up, he looked scary, dammit.

Renee cussed under her breath, a slight French accent under her voice. Well, she’s a Frenchie speaking French, is she not? Of course there’s a slight French accent. “La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”

[New Antonalia]

"Wasn't going to, though you're right, I don't give two shits what anyone thinks of me, casually or professionally. But since you're acting like a little bit of a bitch, I'm going to introduce myself. Robert Blair, that's the only thing you need to know about me." Robert said, sipping his coffee returning her coldness with sarcasm. He was getting mixed vibes from her and didn't know what to make of her, so he sat there in silence, trying to get a reading on her. "I take you had a rough childhood?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "And I take it your school life wasn't very pleasant either."

Silvia Cole

"I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and wanted for nothing," Silvia said with a straight face. "Then I threw it away all away on a whim, burned my bridges, learned how to live for myself, and never looked back, even when it nearly ended my life along with my family's."

She stated everything in a matter of fact manner, displaying no emotion one would normally associate with talking about a dead family.

"My school life was average though. Silvia Cole, by the way, is my name."

Silvia's final line was delivered with nothing to indicate she was attempting to set up some sort of joke using the story she had told. It was delivered with the same cold tone.

"Whatever you say, Ice Queen." Robert replied, mimicking her icy tone and shivering for effect. He wasn't the type of person to be an ass on a whim, but when the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn't let it go to waste. He looked away and took another sip of his coffee. "The coffee tastes off for some reason." He thought as more people walked and reached for the coffee. He though about warning them about the coffee, but decided it was probably a bad blend of beans, or the milk was close to souring, or maybe a fly landed in his and scrambled out while he wasn't looking. He took another taste trying to discern what was off about it. "Just out of curiosity, do you put any milk or creamer in your coffee or do --" His question was cut off by the sudden appearance of a man, who Robert assumed was the owner. He wasn't rattled by the Technicolor wig, or, in Roberts opinion, his overly cheesy Italian accent, but what rattled him was his statement: "Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot." With that Roberts face started to pale and he looked back at the cook. "Why do you ask?"

[North Arkana]

The door behind the counter creaked open. A mop of rainbow-colored hair popped out. Moving down, the hair seemed to be fixed on top of the head of a bespectacled man, whom judging from his face, probably was aged somewhere between 19 to 20 years old. He wore what seemed to be a black chef's coat, with both sleeves rolled up. From the waist down, behind his white tapered apron, one could see that he was sporting black trousers. A pair of black sports shoes covered his feet. Obviously he was the cook in this diner, and the lack of stains on his uniform clearly signified that today was a slow day at the diner.

"Cazzo", the rainbow-haired man said under his breath with a distinct Italian accent, scratching his scalp continuously. He glanced back at the kitchen area, where he emerged from, before closing the door. When he turned, his eyes grew wide in confusion.

Wait a minute, he thought. This is past the closing hour. There should be no more customer inside the diner at this hour. He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar bunch of people gathered inside.

"Who are-"

His words were cut off when he saw the sign on the window. Then it all came back to him. "Oh, right.", he said. "Please wait a min- whoa."

He was distracted by the sight of one of the only fair maidens in there. Sitting inside a booth, drinking a cup of coffee, with a posture so prim and proper, wearing such a formal uniform. She gave off such an aura befitting the type of senorita I've categorized as "Ice Queens". So elegant, beautiful....

The rainbow-haired cook quickly broke free of his fantasies. Cazzo! Giorno, why are you always like this?! He coughed nervously, trying to go back to his previously serious tone. "Ah, please wait a minute here.", he said, before quickly stepping back inside the kitchen. A few knocks and a resounding "Padrone! They're here!" later, he stepped out again, this time bringing a slightly older man along.

This man, aside from his slightly spiky hairstyle, looked like a proper businessman. Just the kind of man you'd expect to run a place like this. Classic suit-and-tie, with dress pants and black loafers. His gaze was intense, almost like he was scrutinizing something all the time, just like he was right now, scrutinizing the candidate for new employees.

He was expecting more people than this much.

"Ah, you must be the new applicants.", he greeted them. "I was expecting more people to come by. Ah well, let's wait for a while. And- wait a minute."

He looked at them, dumbfounded. All of them are already drinking. Oh God.

"Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot."

Silvia Cole

"If it wasn't intended for us to drink from either pot, then perhaps you should not have set them out on the counter along with their associated sets," Silvia says, casting her gaze to the suited man behind the counter, a small grin playing about the corners of her lips.

She had noticed the way the Italian had looked at her as well, but had decided to dismiss it for the time being. She did hope she wouldn't need to stave off a determined admirer however.

[Kazarogkai]

Name: Lawrence Sinclair
Age: 16

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

I was in my own little world as of now taking away to somewhere else hither and thither. That is the power of a book one could say, their ability to transport one another place in time to the peaks of are imagination all the way deep in gorges of are fears. Though this is an activity I must say I enjoy greatly it wasn't always like this. As a boy I barely attended school preferring to spend my time shooting some dice or playing cards with the older kids out back. Who could blame me the place I went was a shithole, not much got done there. I Didn't learn to ready till I turned 10 heck I didn't even talk till I was 3. This has come to bite me in the ass up until this time and place for I still find I have problems with it. I still can't fully read in my head and must say the words, in a quiet whisper, out loud. Most people don't notice so that is nice.

Sadly while lost in thoughts in another place i eventually was rudely awakened when a man in rather strange attire came out. Rainbow hair and clothing which was mildly stained I figured he was the cook. Putting my book away I stood up prepared to meet the man waiting to hear my name for the potential job but then he left. Rather peculiarly but eventually he came back with another man who looked like the real owner dressed in a rather nice suit. I looked down on mine can't helping to feel a little ashamed. It was all I had though which sucked but couldn't be helped. When one finally spoke mentioning the beverages I smirked a little looking at the others in attendance, I hadn't even come close to touching the stuff which was a mild relief.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Jonathon Creed,
Glutton's Diner, Hunter's Woods

The door to the diner opened unceremoniously and the dead-eyed, black haired delinquent form of Jonathon Creed slunk into the room. He looked around at all the other applicants for the job and sighed, shaking his hair out for a moment before running a hand through it. Taking a step towards where the booths and the rest of the people where, he took off his ratty, torn jacket in a fluid motion, revealing a second hand white button-up shirt that may or may not have been bleached multiple times in its lifetime. After reaching what he assumed was an empty booth he threw himself down on it like he just died from sudden onset myocardial infarction, before throwing his jacket over his face.

He looked like a veritable bum, but that was probably the best description of him in his entirety.

It had taken Jon about an hour to get his car to work after he had gotten back to his apartment complex on the edge of Residential from FNMA. It's what he deserved for buying what might have been a fifty year old car from an old man who had no idea how ice worked, let alone a car engine, but that didn't make the situation any less frustrating or stressful. After having kicked the car enough to persuade it to work, he was finally able to start making his way to Glutton's Diner, to have dinner and wait till 20:00 pm (What kind of civilian American uses military time, anyway? On a damn work application too...) for the... appointment. Whether or not the damn thing was an interview, he didn't know.

On the way there, his car broke down at least three more times. The engine was definitely shot... looks like he would have to fix that on the weekend, or else he'd be out of a car.

Now, here he was, dinner-less, cold, and endlessly annoyed at a job interview which had at least ten other people there.

How many damn idiots where there in this town? Jon could have sworn he would have been the only one there... he was the only one in town desperate enough to take 'soul-reaping' seriously, right?

Obviously not.

Jonathon pulled down his jacket and looked at the table with two pots on, and saw that both contained a brown liquid. "Great..." he muttered, "Caffeine addiction or chocolate addiction... which to choose, oh, which to choose." It wasn't like it mattered, right? He wouldn't be here long. The others in the room where surely more likely to get the job... if there was one.

[Imperial--japan]

Valeria Ardenus

Valeria had questioned to the validity of such a job offer, but given her recent luck in trying to apply at other various locations, she figured it wouldn't particularly matter at this point; even if this was some codeword for burying bodies. After all, who the hell advertised for for 'soul reaping'? It had sounded preposterous to her originally, but as one thing led to another, Valeria truly couldn't bring herself to care. As the days went by, she would eventually find her fathers savings dwindling away, but why wait for such a fate to befall her? No, the building had looked presentable enough to be a legitimate opportunity at an occupation, and Valeria couldn't afford to be choosy at this point. As odd as the application process was, Valeria was absolutely ecstatic when she was told to return at a later time. Perhaps the search was finally over, and when she started making a steady income, she could go back to searching for her fathers killer.

Valeria probably could of chosen better attire, but she wasn't sure what to wear exactly. Deciding not to change from her usual color scheme, she decided to keep wearing the purple robes that she was so accustomed to. After all, they were one of the few things she had to remember her father by, and she felt better when they covered her. Ready to face whatever this new job had to throw at her, she entered the Diner, a fake smile plastered on her face, but a smile nonetheless.

Surprisingly, Valeria hadn't expected to run into anyone else when she entered, aside from the man who had told her to come back at a later date, there seemed to be a few others congregating in the Diner. With a brief look around, Valeria noticed booths set up with beverages and some of the folks helping themselves. Accommodations perhaps, but not lingering on if she should or shouldn't Valeria took it upon herself to stand off to the side for a minute as she took the room in and it's occupants.. No need to be having coffee this later at night, though given the hours she might be working, that might become the norm.

She had never had the hood of her robe up, it honestly was quite a silly look and made Valeria look suspicious in almost any circumstance. Given that, anyone would be able to see the purple-robed girl staring at them. Her eyes moved from person to person, sizing them up. Was her hiring even officially confirmed? Would she have to compete with others for the position? Or were these others who had gotten a job? Hell, they may even be her senior, and if they were, Valeria would feel quite foolish for not introducing herself.

Calculating a number of greetings and responses to inquiries, Valeria strode over to where most seemed to be gathered.

"Greetings, I don't suppose I'm interrupting anything am I?" Valeria asked with a wide but false smile. No, smiling was painful ever since father died. However, she still needed to fit in. Pushing the sudden dark thoughts from her mind, Valeria continued.

"I am Valeria Ardenus, Charmed. I don't suppose this is where the new applicants are gathering? I know the signed said closed but..." Valeria trailed off and looked on expectantly.

"You don't all look like employees, but then again neither do I." The robed girl thought to herself.

"If I'm correct, I do hope to get along splendidly with each of you." Valeria outstretched her hand in greeting for each person to shake. No need for bad blood after all.

[Altito Asmoro]

Nagasaki "Naga" Warren

The trip to the diner was not a short one. Lucky for him, he got himself a bicycle for riding. The one that was sold cheap but well-maintained by him, with luck he would be able to saved even more money for his dream shop. This would be a new part-time job for him, the last part-time job as newspaper boy turned bad in the end as the newspaper agency decided to converted their services into the digital one. Not surprising considering the digital age but surprising enough for few people in Hunter's Woods, since their city/town is not that large and doesn't really need digital conversion.

But oh well.

He parked his bicycle at the nearest parking lot and locked it hard enough. He was dressed in a black jacket with white shirt underneath and brown jeans. A first glance might gave the feeling of a thug on the street, which was effective seeing how it made a couple of thugs who got closer to him freaked out and ran away. Bunch of teenagers younger than him, even.

What a time.

He knocked a few knocks on the door, before opened it and went inside. There are already several others, including two older men.

"Sorry, hi, yes! I'm Nagasaki Warren, Naga for short. New employee here, sorry for the lateness..." said with much nervousness.

[Finsternia]

It seemed that Sigmund liked to do personality flips a lot. Seemingly an asshole one moment, a nice guy at another moment. This person would make for an interesting conversation partner, that’s for sure. Renee assumed that he was an eccentric person, and thus the generic small talk conversation starters couldn’t work too well with him. “I’m here f-for the i-interview, as I-I’m going to go get a j-job here. S-soul reaping sounds like a s-stretch, but i-it’s one of my only c-chances to get a job. I a-assume you’re here for the same t-thing?”

The accursed stuttering was still there, to Renee’s ire.

Suddenly, a rainbow-haired man in an apron walked in the room, and he probably did not expect the somewhat large company in the room. Looking surprised, he walked back inside the kitchen, and he came back, bringing a more professional-looking man back in this room with him. Renee didn’t really like the man’s look. He looked like the guy who would stare at you and in an insultingly polite manner, state “you’re a stupid piece of shit, get outta here.” To sum it up, he looked scary, dammit.

Renee cussed under her breath, a slight French accent under her voice. Well, she’s a Frenchie speaking French, is she not? Of course there’s a slight French accent. “La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”

Sigmund Brandt

After talking to their probably soon to be employer, he looked at Renee like as if she said something stupid. "What do you think would be my purpose here? To just chill at this hour?" He was supposed to drink from his cup again when he realized that he's already out of coffee. Staring right at the suited man, he reached for the milk and prepared coffee and mixed the two. He slowly lifted it towards his nose and breathed in the creamy aroma. "If ever the soul reaping refers to assassination, I'll be happy to take the job. Can't find a good place to reap some bucks." When Renee started to spurt out some French under her breath, Sigmund just raised an eyebrow and started sipping at his new cup of coffee, his lips slightly stretching into a smile as the creamy substance hit his tongue and once again set his nerves awake.

[Sindrya]

Sigmund Brandt

"If you have some better eyes than I do, then you can probably deduce that we are indeed drinking from those prepared pots. Is there something that we should be worried about?"

“La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”

Silvia Cole

"If it wasn't intended for us to drink from either pot, then perhaps you should not have set them out on the counter along with their associated sets,"

The rainbow-haired Italian-American was clearly not pleased with the other bespectacled man in the diner, the one with purple hair. Tucking away his glasses, the cook looked at him with a judging expression. "Hey, amico. Don't you think you should be at least respectful to someone who's trying to give you a job?"

The manager, however, just shook his head and put a hand on the cook's shoulder. "That's enough, Giorno.", he said. "I'm sure they're just irritated from their day of failed applications, having to go through the cold night air to get here, and many other reasons." He looked back towards the candidates. "Well, whatever. I'll just call it early contract signing."

Name: Lawrence Sinclair
Age: 16

The manager looked at the youth that was seemingly looking down at his attire. He didn't get why. It wasn't like he wore something like tattered rags. His brief musings were soon distracted by the sound of more people coming in.

Jonathon Creed,
Glutton's Diner, Hunter's Woods

Valeria Ardenus"Greetings, I don't suppose I'm interrupting anything am I?"

"I am Valeria Ardenus, Charmed. I don't suppose this is where the new applicants are gathering? I know the signed said closed but..." Valeria trailed off and looked on expectantly.

"You don't all look like employees, but then again neither do I." The robed girl thought to herself.

"If I'm correct, I do hope to get along splendidly with each of you." Valeria outstretched her hand in greeting for each person to shake. No need for bad blood after all.

Nagasaki "Naga" WarrenHe knocked a few knocks on the door, before opened it and went inside. There are already several others, including two older men.

"Sorry, hi, yes! I'm Nagasaki Warren, Naga for short. New employee here, sorry for the lateness..." said with much nervousness.

"Ah, yes. Good timing. We were just about to get started.", the manager greeted the three newcomers. "Well, Mister... Creed, if I'm not mistaken? I'd say both are good for this cold night air. Choose whichever you want, but I'd recommend the coffee. Giorno here made the best Italian mix of coffee.", he suggested, patting the cook on the back, which made the rainbow-haired teen grinning proudly. "And welcome.. Miss Ardenus, Mister Warren, nice to meet you both. Please take a seat, or anything, as long as you are comfortable. Because it seems that all the applicants are here.", he concluded.

"Giorno, why don't you go call Arlan and Amelia? I'm sure they want to meet the candidates for their juniors as well."

"Si, padrone.", the cook responded. As he turned, he took a brief lingering gaze at the "ice-cold beauty". Noticing this, the manager coughed to catch his attention, making him go double on his task. However, just before he closed the kitchen door, the manager added. "Oh, and please bring 'that thing' as well."

"Will do, padrone.", Giorno responded.

After a few minutes, Giorno came back, pushing something vaguely block-shaped, covered in a tattered olive cloak, by his foot. The manager just looked at him strangely, to which the half-Italian responded "I'm not touching that thing with my hands." He wiped his forehead with his forearm, before looking back and noticing there was still nobody behind him. "Hey, you two! Come on, padrone and everyone is waiting!", he called towards the other two seniors.

[Altito Asmoro]

Nagasaki "Naga" Warren

Unless he's missing something, it seems there are beverages for them. While waiting for the review of the applications, perhaps? Or for other things, like the boss giving them some rules, regulations, and everything for their next shift? On the other hand he should takes something for himself, a coffee, nonetheless, is a good thing. It's not that he hated coffee, he just didn't felt like the caffeine shot in it as a good thing for him. But sure. He nodded to the boss before he moved to the beverages.

After all, free drinks are free drinks. You don't complain about free drinks, it's free after all.

He took an empty cup with the plate underneath for the cup, and he poured down the coffee as well as the pitcher of the milk. Coffee milk is his style, and black coffee sounds dangerous. Two blocks of sugar, whereas then he took a sip as he put himself beside the others who had appeared before.

"Hey there, fellas!" for a good short introduction.

[WaRtArIa]

It seemed that Sigmund liked to do personality flips a lot. Seemingly an asshole one moment, a nice guy at another moment. This person would make for an interesting conversation partner, that’s for sure. Renee assumed that he was an eccentric person, and thus the generic small talk conversation starters couldn’t work too well with him. “I’m here f-for the i-interview, as I-I’m going to go get a j-job here. S-soul reaping sounds like a s-stretch, but i-it’s one of my only c-chances to get a job. I a-assume you’re here for the same t-thing?”

The accursed stuttering was still there, to Renee’s ire.

Suddenly, a rainbow-haired man in an apron walked in the room, and he probably did not expect the somewhat large company in the room. Looking surprised, he walked back inside the kitchen, and he came back, bringing a more professional-looking man back in this room with him. Renee didn’t really like the man’s look. He looked like the guy who would stare at you and in an insultingly polite manner, state “you’re a stupid piece of shit, get outta here.” To sum it up, he looked scary, dammit.

Renee cussed under her breath, a slight French accent under her voice. Well, she’s a Frenchie speaking French, is she not? Of course there’s a slight French accent. “La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”

Sigmund Brandt

After talking to their probably soon to be employer, he looked at Renee like as if she said something stupid. "What do you think would be my purpose here? To just chill at this hour?" He was supposed to drink from his cup again when he realized that he's already out of coffee. Staring right at the suited man, he reached for the milk and prepared coffee and mixed the two. He slowly lifted it towards his nose and breathed in the creamy aroma. "If ever the soul reaping refers to assassination, I'll be happy to take the job. Can't find a good place to reap some bucks." When Renee started to spurt out some French under her breath, Sigmund just raised an eyebrow and started sipping at his new cup of coffee, his lips slightly stretching into a smile as the creamy substance hit his tongue and once again set his nerves awake.

Renee Reyer

Renee didn’t really have a strong reaction to Sigmund’s response. It was almost expected for him to respond like that, and small talk probably wasn’t either of their fortes. “Small talk is harder than you think, you know. I don’t usually hang around with so many people in one room. I prefer to be left alone to my studies.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why would you expect an assassination job, of all things? I’ve been to this quaint little diner a couple of times, and this place doesn’t really seem the type to hold a secret criminal business. This could be an elaborate prank, for all we know. Soul reaping, last time I checked, only happened in some munchkin-invaded round of Dungeons and Dragons. Anyway, let’s just see how things played out.”

The snark and general meaniness that radiated from Sigmund kinda hurt, you know? For a few moments, Renee just decided to be quiet and see how everything goes.

[Atlannia]

"Si, padrone.", the cook responded. As he turned, he took a brief lingering gaze at the "ice-cold beauty". Noticing this, the manager coughed to catch his attention, making him go double on his task. However, just before he closed the kitchen door, the manager added. "Oh, and please bring 'that thing' as well."

"Will do, padrone.", Giorno responded.

After a few minutes, Giorno came back, pushing something vaguely block-shaped, covered in a tattered olive cloak, by his foot. The manager just looked at him strangely, to which the half-Italian responded "I'm not touching that thing with my hands." He wiped his forehead with his forearm, before looking back and noticing there was still nobody behind him. "Hey, you two! Come on, padrone and everyone is waiting!", he called towards the other two seniors.

Amelia Soleil

In response to the call a bubbly, feminine voice echoed out from the back of the diner, getting steadily louder as its owner approached.

"So like I guess it's technically illegal but it's one of those- I mean how would they even enforce that right? You could have had that stuff in your living room for totally legitimate reasons right? There's nothing in the constitution that says a citizen can't keep radium on their private property if they want to!...

Oh right you're renting- well that might- look I gotta go, I'm actually at work and I- yeah- yeah- well good luck anyway-"

Without warning there was a sudden thump on the door leading to the rear of the diner and it was flung open, revealing a stylish white boot and then a leg attached to the boot and then finally a young woman phone still held up to her ear, her wide, blue eyes swivelling around the room.

"Huh...OH! The Newbies!" Suddenly her face switched from confusion to pure joy and she flounced into the room and she slid herself up onto one of the tables with a dazzling grin. "Oh you guys are gonna have soooo much. FUN!" Then she directed her gaze over to Giorno. "I din't miss any of the fun stuff right?" she demanded. "You guys weren't supposed to start without me!"
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