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(( Let's try this character again 0: ))
At first, you would think after graduating a magic school that getting a job would be easy. It isn't until you're at the interview sitting in front of possible the most passively terrifying woman you've ever seen do you realize you have no idea what the hell you're doing.
In hindsight, you probably should have expected as much; you never went to classes during your last year of school. You figured you had everything handled, classes were lame and no one ever went anyways. Besides between all of the life-or-death situations doing homework was the last thing on your mind.
You thought you were ready for the real world! After all, spending all five years of your life outside the forest adventuring must have given you some experience, right? You totally had this in the bag!
Except well, you didn't have it in the bag. It was like the bag was the main character of a survival movie and you were the zombie lumbering after it.
(( You haven't watched a survival movie, and you have barely heard of zombies. They're dead things that can walk, apparently. You are completely confused as to how this is terrifying. ))
Of course you hadn't realized your mistake until two weeks of job searching. You're trying not to depend on living on the land, and have been eating instant noodles as your only source of sustenance. You're stubborn in the most stupidest ways.
Also you have no idea how to actually cook a meal.
There are a million ways that you can make your life easier, especially with the use of magic -- you simply refuse to use it. Running from the police has taught you that using magic in public areas is always, always a bad idea. You didn't realize how painfully useless you were without it, especially when it came to domestic situations.
So after weeks of hardship, you're practically trembling in your seat when your interviewer looks at you. It isn't often adventurer cults get female applicants, and you think you can see the doubt in her smile.
It's hard not to start to make plans to move out of the dingy apartment you've taken brief residence in.
"You have quite the interesting resume, I see..." The woman pauses before plugging in 'quite interesting', and the knot that's already curled in your stomach tightens. This woman is painfully neutral, and it's hurting your brain trying to read her body language. What you wouldn't give to be a certain curly-haired best friend right now. She was always scarily good at assuming whether someone or not was lying.
"List of preferred rings?" She asks after a moment of silence, tilting her eyes to look at you inquisitively, horn-rimmed glasses slid low on her nose.
You try not to gulp and list them, hoping the mild tone in your voice is present even now.
Your voice ends up cracking halfway. You wince without meaning to.
The woman's lips curve up slightly. Obsessive family members, possessed rich girls, demons and ghosts be damned. You have never been more terrified in your life.
You mentally thank your older friends for engraving ring knowledge into your head, only reassurance that the your ring choices are sensible. The interviewer's eyes trail to the sides of your head, and you can tell by the way her eyebrows raise that she's staring at the scar tissue near the tips. You hoped maybe showing off your elven status would gain you points, but now you have a feeling that it'll only gain you questions.
Once more, you mentally thank whatever higher being gave you the strength to punch your cousin in the face before he went on with sawing off your ears like the dumbass he is.
"...May I see your badges?" The interviewer asks after a moment of scratching letters on her clipboard. She leans back in her chair a bit, looking relaxed despite the stiff outfit she's clad in. Your eyes tug down to your bag to avoid looking at her, pulling out a drawstring bag full of the badges you've earned.
Scooting your chair in warily, you open the bag and spill it's contents on the desk in between both of you. You avoid the interviewer's eyes, studying the engravings pressed into the metal. There is a moment of tense silence.
"...Thank you for your time and consideration."
You gather your badges back into your bag as quickly as you can, standing up and getting your a** out of there as soon as you can. You bump into the next person that's called in, and mutter an apology without looking up.
Two days later while you're in the middle of packing up your meager belongings, you receive a phone call. It takes you for a moment to fumble with the buttons, and you pause to listen to the voice on the other end. You drop your phone and the pile of clothing you were balancing in your other hand, a loud inhuman shriek coming from the back of your throat.
Your name is Lily Terrae, and you have finally scored a goddamn job.
(( Mentions of other characters made here: Rika, Whirk/Hae/Evee, Luke. ))
 Siyaahi · Thu Dec 20, 2012 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments |
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