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[rudeandginger]

[The newest of the ginger companions is lounging on his bed in the welcome centre. He still has his school uniform on. He's rather inclined not to take it off, after all. It looks like it may be an accidental post until he turns his icey-blue eyes on the camera.]

You know, I believe I dislike this place's timing. I spent years trying to get out of that dreadful school on Earth, and the minute I turn up in this 'City' it tries to send me right back. Very hilarious. My side are positively splitting.

[He finally decides to sit up, throwing his spindly legs over the side of the bed.]


I have been informed that if I want to move out of this 'welcome centre' place, I need to find a job first. I've had quite enough of shared accommodation, thank you. Normally I'd say I'm well shot of jobs as well, but it seems the lesser of two evils.

So. Who's hiring?

Comments

[synanthrope]

Did the ditch offend you?

[rudeandginger]

Not as much as the car did.

[synanthrope]

1929 wasn't a good year for cars.

[rudeandginger]

Forgive me if I've yet to see a good year for those things.

[synanthrope]

What's your opinion on a good car?

[rudeandginger]

Not from Earth, for starters. Not being a car would be an excellent second go.

[synanthrope]

Sounds like a bias to me.

[rudeandginger]

That I'll willing admit to.

[synanthrope]

At least you're honest.

[rudeandginger]

On occasion. Earth transport devices are hardly worth the energy t be dishonest about.