The Scout (thescout) wrote in parabolical, @ 2007-12-30 02:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | cordelia chase |
Who: The Scout, open to Cordelia and/or Angel I guess?
What: Looking for work
Where: Hyperion Hotel
When: About 9 p.m.
Rating: inevitable scout-swearing
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't like he'd never done this before. He'd had jobs when he was in high school and college, but that was just flipping burgers, working a little in a sporting-goods store, nothing really - y'know - not a real fucking job - and then he'd graduated, and got drafted, and joined the Game, and... y'know, he kinda had to hope a business run by a fucking vampire didn't go too heavy on the fucking paperwork, because he'd have God's ass of a time coming up with fucking ID. He knew his ID number by heart - used to be Social Security, but they'd shitcanned the program when he was a kid, just used 'em as national IDs now - but he didn't fucking exist now, so a lot of good that'd do him. And, y'know, he'd have to watch his filthy fucking mouth, put himself on Big Brother Mode like he did around Luke, be a Good Upstanding Young Man, although they had fucking Net here so they'd know how un-pro-fucking-fessional he talked most of the time. And he didn't own a fucking suit, so the best he could do was leave his hat off and try to make the fucking Team uniform look as decent as possible, but he still looked like he'd come straight off a fucking baseball field, and - fucking fagass cockshit, man. He was so totally not going to land a fucking job. Even if they did need somebody whose main skills were "running like a motherbitch" and "hitting people in the fucking head with a baseball bat," which he had to admit was Not Fucking Likely.
But he could do Polite and Interested if he needed to, and if they did need somebody whose main skills were as listed - well, he was the fucking best there was at what he did, there was no arguing about that. And he could be a good kid. He could behave. He could definitely put everything he was into whatever they needed him to do, if there was anything. And he could hope, maybe, although he didn't have a shit-ton of practice at that. So he went in and looked around a little and said "Hello?"