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| *sits on the edge of her seat, ankles crossed, back straight, hands folded in her lap* *answers without hesitation in a soft, steady voice* Josephine Mariel Tierney. That�s Mariel, not Muriel. There�s a difference. One is pretty, the other is not. Please take note. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *smiles ruefully, breaking her solemn exterior, and causing a dimple to appear on each cheek* Oh, no, feel free to tell everyone. But it�s just Josephine. I don�t answer to any nicknames or variations thereof. No Jo, Joey, Josie, Sephie, Phiney, or any other weird things you can come up with. They aren�t my names, they�re just irritating. *winks* Okay? | |
| How old are ya? | |
| I�m nineteen. Well, technically nineteen and three-quarters, but the three-quarters don�t really count, so I don�t usually mention them. *decides she might as well get comfortable if she�s going to be working here, so brushes an errant strand of dark hair off her face and takes a minute to study her interviewer* *slides back to sit more fully on the seat, but still doesn�t slouch* | |
| 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? | |
| *is caught off guard, and stares for a moment before answering* Does that happen a lot? The help dying off? *glances around* The place looks clean. Is there something in the water, then? Should I not drink it? *pauses, then shrugs it off and answers the question* I�m thin, about 5�4�, and my hair and eyes are brown. And I�m gorgeous as sin, but that goes without saying. *laughs* *managed to tame her usually wild mane of thick, dark hair into an already loosening bun for her interview, and is in her best dress � a simple green calico that picks out hazel highlights in her dark eyes* *has a quick, easy smile, dotted with the aforementioned dimples, and full, pink lips* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *blows another escaping tendril off her forehead* Of course I can read and write. You can�t make anything of yourself in this world if you can�t, you know. *grins wryly* Not to say I�m doing such a wonderful job of it when I can read and write, but that�s an entirely different story. *shrugs slightly* My past is nothing special. I�m sure you�ve heard the story a dozen times today, at least. No father, my mother scraped by as best as she could, worked herself to death, and left me alone. I�ve been on my own for four years now. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| Oh, mercy. *rolls her eyes, but grins in amusement* I�m friendly, I like to have fun, I enjoy talking and telling stories� *trails off and shrugs* *doesn�t know what else to say* *really doesn�t think as highly of herself as she comes across, is just teasing* *has a quick temper when something or someone irritates her, but is, as she claimed, friendly and fun-loving* *is generally a good person, but has her bad habits just like everyone else, as well as idiosyncrasies and annoying tendencies that might just drive a person batty if they let it get to them* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *shakes her head* No, sir, I haven�t been arrested before. *smiles wickedly* Not to say I haven�t deserved it a time or two. You know how it goes: you�re walking past a stand in the market and something shiny catches your eye, then before you know it, it�s in your pocket. Or, you know, you�re eating a seven course meal in a fancy restaurant, and when the check finally comes, you realize you actually meant to go to the diner a few blocks over, so you duck out without paying. Or when you�re working, and the guy pays first, and you drug him so you don�t have to do anything. *shrugs* I don�t make a practice out of it or anything, but it�s been known to happen. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Well, I�m sure my father is running around somewhere, unless somebody finally took a knife to his throat or somewhere more important to him. *smiles pleasantly* And I have some friends from the last place I worked, but I haven�t seen them since I left the dive. I heard a rumor it was going under. *didn�t, just decided she wasn�t happy working at the Lion�s Den anymore* It�s a shame, really; they were good girls. *pauses* In fact, they probably still are, but since I haven�t seen them, I really couldn�t say one way or the other. As far as I know, they could all be dead, which would be really sad. | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| I used to work at the Lion�s Den, over in Manhattan, so that should give you a pretty basic rundown on my skills. *winks* You know they only hire the best. *doesn�t care if that�s true or not* I was planning on doing the same thing here, if you aren�t full up. And even if you are, you should probably hire me anyway, since I am the best, and so very delightful, to boot. You�d be gaining more than just another employee. You�d also be getting your very own ray of sunshine. *grins teasingly* | |
| Anything else? | |
| Oh, I think that should just about cover it, don�t you? *smiles and stands up* It was a pleasure meeting you. And I can see in your eyes that it was an even bigger pleasure meeting me, so you don�t need to actually say so. *pats his arm* | |
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