Donovans Security Services

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*Frank walks into the small downtown office that still isnt *quite* finished with a sense of purpose today. He places a large sign in the window;

Looking for work?
Need a wage outside the realm of the ordinary?
Jobs starting at 10$/hour

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*sighs and sits back behind the front desk, and waits*

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[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex reads the sign. Security services. This could be interesting in more than one way, or at least something she needs to be aware of. She pushes open the door and enters the office. If Frank describes the office as small, it looks probably even smaller with Tex, fully armoured and carrying her rifle, inside.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*smiles, small*
Take the visor off, at least.
Im Frank Donovan... and you are?

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Tex," she replies, ignoring his request which sounds too much like a command in her ears.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Do you have a last name?
*gestures for her to have a seat*
What era are you from? And what are your practical skills?

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

Buffy stands outside, thinking things over as she reads the sign. She wonders if she could be hired before graduation? After all, she was 18.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

((waitressing or hotel staff, probably))

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*smiles at the boy*
Hello, Im Frank Donovan, and you are? *holds out hand to shake*

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Not that you need to be aware of, no." Tex says as she awkwardly takes a seat. "26th centruy. I'm sure we can arrange for a demonstration, but I don't think you can afford me on a permanent basis. That doesn't mean we can't arrange something."

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Im looking only for permenent, legal hires.
Im opening a very large hotel, I also need support staff for the Agency here.
Im paying between 10 and 26$ an hour, depending on the position.

And so now that you know what Im offering, tell me what you need.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*takes his seat again*
How can I help you today, James?

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"A security service needs weapons," Tex replies. "I sell weapons."

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*pauses*
*almost laughs*
*lifts head in the direction of the door*

Have a nice day, Tex.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*smiles*
Tell me about your skills. All of them.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*amused chuckle*
I have openings at the Hotel, here, and the Apple.

so lets do some detials on those skills? And your age, please?

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

She remains seated for a moment, then shrugs and gets up. "Suit yourself," her tone sounds cold as she turns and leaves the office. If the idiot thought he was going to keep a security service running without weapons, she'd have a lot fun watching him fail.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Again James, please... tell me what you are good at, what you enjoy doing.

I need waitstaff, launderers, desk staff, lifegaurds, door men...
what would you *enjoy* doing?
*smiles, but looks overwhelmed*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

((smae, its just Frank - but hes a government operative - he has access to alllll the weapons he could ever want))

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

How are your organizational skills?

*gets up and pours himself a cup of coffee*