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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *the pale brunette girl coldly glances over the interviewer for having the audacity of asking for her real name* Angelica Grey Beckley. *raises an eyebrow, as if daring someone to say anything about her name* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| I'm called Grey. *"Grey", her mother's maiden name is the only name that she's actually proud of, so she prefers to be called that* *meets San's eyes* And only Grey. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| *frowns, and asks seriously, tilting her head* Are you some kind of social moron? *informatively* You aren't supposed to ask a lady her age. *is 21, and wishes that she was still 15 and stupid* | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *sits down carefully on a nearby chair and answers calmly, with a dead pan expression* I'll be the one who is sitting in the corner, not caring. *Grey has a willowy frame, and stands 5'9" with porcelain skin and wavy brown hair that falls to her shoulders and cool gray eyes* *her facial expression is usually one of calm indifference, and because of this, it's hard to tell if or when she's joking* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *looks up from her seated position* Well, I'm here, aren't I? I think that says a lot about my background. And I've attended the best boarding schools money can buy since I was five. In my opinion I'm rather well educated. *but then again, she went to the best etiquette schools money can buy and doesn't often utilize that knowledge...unless she wants something, that is* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| * *with solemn expression* I'm very amiable. Don't you think? *waits for a few seconds, as if she really wants the interviewer to answer that question* *Grey isn't easy to figure out, and that's the way she likes it, and when she insults a person, it isn't always very clear that's she's done so* *she's always calm, and isn't very emotional, with impecable manners when she chooses to have them, though could never be called friendly* *she has a calculating mind, but is often very eccentric so people just assume she's just a strange person* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *gathers up her hair and twists it up into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, letting it falls out as she lets it go* Nothing they can prove. *was thought to have killed her father and step mother, but there wasn't any evidence so she was let go* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *clipped* No. *has a younger sister who married into a nice rich family to a dull husband and who absolutely hates her* *as for friends...she doesn't even attempt to make aquaintances, much less friends, and finds people in general a nuisance* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Skills? I hadn't realized any was needed. *leans back on the chair* *flicks her eyes up then flashes a dazzling smile that's very surprising to anyone who hasn't seen her smile before...kind of like looking at the sun after being in a dimly lit room all day* Hello I'm Grey and I'll be your hostess for today - how are you doing today? *stops smiling* It's actually pathetically easy. *can be a very good hostess when she tries* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *looks up once again, somewhat surprised, as if wondering why San is still talking to her* Of course not. | |
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