Text -|- un: nunya

[assholic]

Looking for work.

Previous Experience: phone operator, temporary office assistant, fast food worker, college bartender, sandwich board holder, private investigator, professional asshole.

Skills: owns own camera, capable of tolerating other assholes, not too up my own ass to do dirty work.

Special Skills: Specifics given upon request if I damn well feel like it.

Contact with offers. Anything related to strip clubs will result in learning how quickly I can track you down and hurt you with my special skills.

Comments

[assholic]

[She rarely wanted company, but she was also being reminded of why she'd made this post in the first place. She needed connections. She needed to find the roots of this place.]

Wouldn't say I need it, but there's plenty of seats if you're up for a drink.

[catfident]

There's always a reason for a drink.

[ To drown one's sorrows in, to celebrate, or just to knock one back and relax. She's drank to all three and now's no different. ]

I'm guessing you'll be the one alone at the bar?

[ Just for reference. ]

[assholic]

Booth. The guy at the bar looks ready to go into a coma soon.

[catfident]

Fish anything out of his pockets?

[ Not that she should, but if the guy's gonna drink himself into a stupor, might as well see what interesting things are in his pocket.

The bar itself isn't too hard to find, and it's easy to slip inside and peer around. Only a few of the booths are filled, most with more than a single person, but she thinks she's got an eye on her mysterious friend.

Just in case, she sidles up to the booth but doesn't sit down. ]

Don't need a job application to sit here, do I?

[assholic]

Wouldn't want to catch anything.

[She'd take beer if she needed it. She tried not to become a full-scale thief.

But a woman came up to the booth, seeming to glance over at her before she spoke. The question had Jessica leaning back in her seat, looking up and then giving a half-shrug.]

Application, no, but a heavy tolerance for my inability to give a shit, sure.

[catfident]

[ The reply, rough though it is, brings a smile to Yoruichi's face. It's been a long time since anyone's been so blunt with her. Nice change of pace, honestly. She raises the mug in her hand. ]

Enough of these, and I'm sure I won't care.

[ Nothing a little (or a lot) of alcohol can't solve. She slides into the seat across, takes a drink out of her mug. ]

Still looking for work?

[assholic]

I'll figure out something. I have a few leads to nibble on. I'll just have to see if any of them pan out.

[Or, for all she knew, she was just going to be stuck doing odd-jobs. Forever. Wonderful.]

[catfident]

[ Promising. Yoruichi leans back, takes another chug of her drink. ]

That hard to get your dream job around here?

[assholic]

Enh, I can always go to the rings if I need a little extra cash. I just don't like relying on it.

[catfident]

[ That gets her interest, and she leans forward again. ]

You fight?

[ She's got the attitude for it, for sure. ]

[assholic]

If you can call it that. I'm not one of the goddamn flippy ninja assholes that seem to be everywhere.

[Everyone. Knew. Kung. Fu. Goddammit...]

[catfident]

[ Ironic, that she should be saying that to one of the aforementioned "goddamn flippy ninja assholes". But Yoruichi decides not to mention that, instead shrugging one shoulder. ]

If you're good enough to profit off it, who cares what style you use.

[ In the meantime, since she's curious: ]

There really that many flippy ninjas around?

[assholic]

Strength counts for something. Looking like I'm too drunk to fight helps. And yeah, it was becoming an annoying trend back home before I wound up here.

[catfident]

There less or more of the ninja types here compared to back home?

[ Just what kind of worlds exist out there outside of her own? ]

[assholic]

Who really knows? Here I thought it was just a fad. Everyone's kung fu fighting. It's annoying.

[catfident]

You'd rather they be some other sort of fighting? Or not fighting at all.

[assholic]

Let's just say I'm done with ninjas. And undead or resurrected anything.

[catfident]

[ Well. In that case. She shifts, expression turning a little wry. ]

Hey, they're not all bad. Just most of them.

[assholic]

Jackie Chan's about the only one I'm okay with.

[What type of heartless asshole didn't love Jackie Chan?]

[catfident]

[ Someone who's never heard of Jackie Chan. ]

Never heard of him. [ Her? Whatever. ] What makes him [ her?? ] so great?

[assholic]

I don't know if this is a missing worlds thing or an age thing, but if you don't know, I just can't explain. They don't even have clips or movies here to show you. Guess you'll just have to live with wondering.

[catfident]

[ She tsks, leaning back in disappointment. ]

That's no fun. I'll never be able to live like this. What else am I missing out on?

[ Might as well go the whole mile. ]

[assholic]

Too much, if you're not aware of Jackie. The man's a legend. So, what is it? A time thing, which I've heard of before, or a different worldy type thing?

[catfident]

Why not both?

[ She's a little aware of the discrepancies wrought by the Natha and their attempts at rescue. ]

There's not exactly a lot by way of outside entertainment where I come from. Mostly just a lot of drinking and a lot of fighting, but I hear that's common no matter where you go.

[assholic]

I'm oddly comforted by the fact that those are universal factors.

[Humans, or anything like them, were predictable in their preferences. Inebriation and violence.]