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sirenspull_logs2012-08-09 10:14 pm
terminates) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-09 10:14 pm
Entry tags:
business with a smile
Who: Deathstroke (terminates) & Ellen Harvelle (ellen_harvelle)
When: August 9th, around 2 PM.
Where: Mugshots Bar in Sector 4.
Summary: Deathstroke needs a new bartender. Ellen applies for the job.
Warnings: Probably none?
[ It's not his preference.
Though he's always known either of them could be ported out at anytime, it's a bit more inconvenient to make up for the loss a such an invaluable partner. He needs someone at least slightly more congenial than himself to deal with the customers.
It hasn't been that long since he out the ad, and interest has been slim. Given the bartender prior to Death herself was shot, it's no large surprise. It'll take a specific manner and temperament to deal with the rather unique crowd that passes through those double doors.
So he waits. Seated in the booth towards the back that everyone has come to recognize as his own, he's clad in the usual mask and armor with a newspaper in hand. His first interviewee should be arriving soon. ]
terminates) & Ellen Harvelle (ellen_harvelle)When: August 9th, around 2 PM.
Where: Mugshots Bar in Sector 4.
Summary: Deathstroke needs a new bartender. Ellen applies for the job.
Warnings: Probably none?
[ It's not his preference.
Though he's always known either of them could be ported out at anytime, it's a bit more inconvenient to make up for the loss a such an invaluable partner. He needs someone at least slightly more congenial than himself to deal with the customers.
It hasn't been that long since he out the ad, and interest has been slim. Given the bartender prior to Death herself was shot, it's no large surprise. It'll take a specific manner and temperament to deal with the rather unique crowd that passes through those double doors.
So he waits. Seated in the booth towards the back that everyone has come to recognize as his own, he's clad in the usual mask and armor with a newspaper in hand. His first interviewee should be arriving soon. ]