Dale Smith (just_dale) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-08 11:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: patrick pucey, dead character: dale smith |
RP: Dale, OWL: Dale to Patrick
Who: Dale Smith (& owl to Patrick Pucey)
Where: Garden Court, Surrey
When: 8th January, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Dale's day goes from good to bad.
"You're letting me go? What the hell is that? For fuck's sake, just say you're firing me-" Dale's temper was up and he didn't care as he shouted at the manager, customers in the shop able to hear some of their argument through the partly-open door.
"We can't have werewolves working here. After that execution..." The manager fidgeted nervously. Dale was much taller than him and he was uncomfortably aware that this man was a dark creature. He'd never wanted to hire him in the first place but there hadn't been anybody else looking for a job and he had been desperate. Dale had been a good employee, reliable and friendly, but he couldn't forget the fact that he wasn't really human. "We can't take the risk of you hurting somebody." Or the bad press if you did... he thought privately, deciding not to voice the thought. His employee was already irate enough as he was.
"You coward. I've never hurt anybody, I've always been back at work a day after the full and I've never moaned once about the fact that I get the work nobody else wants to do," Dale growled. He was able to smell the fear on the man and felt glad. If he was so determined to fire him then Dale hoped he'd been worrying about confronting him all day. "But fine, keep your shitty job. We're done."
"Eh- There's no other clerk here today. You have to finish the rest of the day or I swear you won't get your pay for this mont-"
"Forget it," Dale snapped, cutting him off. "I'm out of here."
Arriving back home, he went into the kitchen for a beer and then sat on the sofa, drinking it. His temper had been up and it had gotten the better of him; Dale knew he wasn't qualified to do much and after Jennifer's execution, they would be even less willing to hire a werewolf. He'd never get a reference after that little scene.
Fuck... How was he going to pay rent now?
Picking up a pen, he scribbled a note to Patrick. Whilst he knew Patrick couldn't give him a job - it was a volunteer clinic - he might have heard of something. Either way, it was comforting to do something productive. Sitting around all day wasn't going to help his stewing on it.
Patrick,
That fucking arsehole at Flourish & Blotts fired me. Mentioned Jennifer and how it was too high a risk to have a werewolf working there. Fucking bastard.
Is there anything I can do? It's not fair or right.
Dale