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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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| *clasps hands with long, callused fingers behind his back and studies his interviewer for a moment* Liam Garrett O'Grady, sir. *speaks with a slight Midwestern twang* Well, William is my first name. But my pa was William O'Grady, so everyone called me Liam. *nods* Made it all easier. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
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*shakes his head* Liam O'Grady is fine by me, sir.
It's my name after all. I understand what you're sayin' about being between you and me and all, but I don't think it's necessary. I just got here from Kansas, so nobody knows me. Don't make no never mind what you call me. *flashes a good natured grin* But I'm pretty used to Liam, so that works. |
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| How old are ya? | |
| Just turned twenty-one, sir. *nods his head* | |
| 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? | |
| *doesn't so much as blink at that* I'm 6 feet tall, even, sir. *nods his head* Light brown hair, brown eyes. *has a corn fed kind of all-American good looks, with chiseled features, high cheekbones, an easy, affable smile and the smooth, hard muscles that come from hard work* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
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Yes, sir, I can read and write real well. My ma and my
sisters made certain of that. *bobs his head* I'm from Kansas, little town called Osage Springs, on the Osage River, right near the Missouri state line? Pa owned the town saloon. I worked there and at my uncle's farm since I was knee high to a grasshopper. *reddens somewhat* I sound like a real hick, don't I? *clears his throat and goes on* Anyway, there was some trouble. *reddens more* Girl trouble, if you know what I'm saying, and it was better for me to get out of town for a spell. I always wanted to see New York City, so here I am. *spins this yarn so believably, it would never be suspected that it's not the entire truth* |
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| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *frowns some at that, considering the question* I don't really know what to say about that, sir. I'd like to think I'm pretty smart. I deal pretty well with people, I think - I hope, anyway. *shrugs some* I'm not afraid of hard work, and I like a challenge. I'm honest, but I also believe in letting people be their own person and make their own mistakes, if you know what I mean. *suggesting he realizes the Social Club has less than legitimate sections and he's not adverse to it* *nods a little* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *shakes his head* None at all, sir. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *shakes his head again* I just got off the train two days ago, sir. Don't know anybody for 5 states. My ma and pa and sisters are all back in Osage Springs. They might come visit in the spring, though. *looks hopeful at the idea* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
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*cracks his knuckles* I can do anything you need me
to. I used to run pa's saloon when his lumbago was acting up. Been doing it for years. I know this place
is much classier than a saloon, but the idea is pretty much the same. Make the customers happy and all that,
right? *nods some* I'm good at organizing and paperwork, or I could serve or bartend, or just about anything at all. *grins some* You tell me what to do and I'm your man. |
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| Anything else? | |
| *shakes his head* I don't think so, sir. Thank you for seeing me. *smiles* | |
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