[Scene] PLEASE HIRE MEEEEEE
Ron: hmm, what would be another dealbreaker for Kristoph?
Kristoph: Hangnails :<
Ron: unkempt cuticles
Kristoph: *It's a chilly morning at the office, and Kristoph sits behind his desk sipping from a cup of fresh coffee. He has no clients coming in that he knows of, but during his last dinner with Phoenix he was told to expect an incomming job applicant. Naturally, Phoenix suggesting anyone makes him a little wary, but he's curious enough that he hasn't decided to turn whoever it is away immediately. Vongole is with him that day, as Apollo is out and he trusts her to be a good judge of character. He sneaks a few treats to her under the desk, as usual, keeping her in good mood in case their company arrives.*
Ron: *There are four knocks on the door; the first two are solid and loud, but the remaining are soft -- almost hesitant*
Kristoph: *Kristoph gives Vongole a reassuring pat and slides his papers aside, making sure his desk is suitably tidy.* Come in!
Ron: *opens the door wide, with confidence; he's neatly dressed and holding a presentation folder in his arms. As soon as he sees Kristoph, his timidness shows through* Um...h-hello! I hope I'm not interrupting anything...
Kristoph: *Kristoph recognizes him immediately - it would be hard not to with that hair - but doesn't assume for a moment that Ron is the applicant he's expecting.* Ah, Mr. DeLite. You're not interrupting at all. Please, come in. *He stands up and offers his hand.*
Ron: *lights up* Really? *steps in and, after a beat, grabs Kristoph's hand in a semi-firm handshake. There is determination in his eyes* Then...may I have a moment of your time, sir?
Kristoph: Yes, of course. *Kristoph gestures to the chair opposite him and sits down.* What can I help you with?
Ron: Mr. Gavin! I came here with one purpose...
Kristoph: *Kristoph watches him expectantly, but when Ron doesn't elaborate he lifts an eyebrow.* Which is...?
Ron: I...I may be wet behind the ears...a little green...maybe even completely inept-- er, no, scratch that one. But what I lack in experience, I make up for with HEART! Mr. Gavin...*suddenly leans forward and plants his hands on the surface of Kristoph's desk; not hard enough to slam, but thud at least. He looks straight at the man* I'd like to work for you!
Kristoph: *Kristoph leans back in alarm, and under the desk Vongole jumps and squirms closer to his legs.* You are the one Wright was talking about?
Ron: *stands and straightens, smiling* Oh, did Mr. Wright tell you about me? *sits down in the chair with perfect posture*
Kristoph: *Kristoph adjust his glasses - stalling so he can collect his thoughts.* I had no idea you... In what capacity are you hoping to be employed?
Ron: You see, I only recently got my attorney's badge, so I'm looking for a firm to work for. *cocks his head in thought* At least, that is what I'm supposed to be doing, I think...it seems to be the next logical step.
Kristoph: Your badge? *Kristoph has some trouble putting all these things together, but he manages to rally his composure.* May I see your credentials?
Ron: Of course! *with both hands, he holds out the folder containing his resume; his hands are trembling...a lot*
Kristoph: *Kristoph retrieves the fluttering papers and flips through them, scanning each very intensely as if he might be able to detect a forgery. But they are all very legitimate, and there is even a letter of reference from a professor he remembers.* Well. It looks like you've worked very hard.
Ron: *with zest* I have! I've been studying for YEARS! *pause* Um...s-so? What do you think?
Kristoph: *Finding nothing objectionable in Ron's resume, Kristoph hands it back quickly. He still can't help but feel that he's being tricked somehow.* Hard work isn't always enough. May I ask why you became interested in law?
Ron: Um... *genuine* For starters, I went over the work that you've done, and I thought to myself... "Wow! Now that's the kind of lawyer I want to be."
Kristoph: *The flattery works...a little.* My work? You're familiar with our case history here? *He says 'our' but of course he only means himself.*
Ron: ...But! I also really like what my friend Mr. Diego Armando did in his career. Do you know him? He has such a court presence...kind of like your brother! They're my idols! Not that I think I'd be able to achieve such a powerful image but it would be nice...
Kristoph: *The mention of those two particular lawyers drains Kristoph completely of any humor.* Diego Armando and Klavier Gavin...are your idols.
Ron: *not noticing the change in Kristoph's temperament, he rattles on* So to speak, yes. Diego's helped me out a lot, and I've even taken some fashion cues from him. He's such a snappy dresser. But if I had to choose the one man I was influenced by the most, that would be Mr. Wright...without a doubt!
Kristoph: *Kristoph's left eye twitches.* Phoenix Wright.
Ron: Yes! *a hint of sparkle in his large eyes* I've admired him ever since he saved me. What an exciting job, I thought...so respectable. So cool! So well-paid! I want to do what he did: save the innocents that are put on trial -- because I know what it's like to be up there on the stand!
Ron: *shrinking a little, a sad expression on his face* Seeing him now, humiliated and disbarred...it makes me want to try hard to succeed. I-I want him to know how much he inspired me. If that will cheer him up, even a little...well. I don't think he pays much attention to me much anymore to tell you the truth...
Kristoph: *Kristoph takes off his glasses to give his eyes a rub, then replaces them. Every additional word from Ron's mouth is like thumbtacks to his brain.* You are certainly not lacking in enthusiasm, Mr. DeLite.
Ron: *smiles!* Th-thank you. Mr. Wright's told me that before, too!
Kristoph: I can imagine. *Kristoph straightens up, folds his hands on his desk, and gives Ron a warm smile.* But I'm afraid I'm not hiring any new lawyers at the moment.
Ron: ...Oh. *frowns, more in his eyes than his mouth* Y-you're not? Not at all?
Kristoph: No, not at all. *His voice is very crisp.* I'm very happy with my current staff. But thank you for your interest, and your compliments. I'm sure there are many other law firms in the city that will be lucky to have you.
Ron: A-all right... *stands up and takes his folder, clearly dejected. He asks with all the force of a sad puppy:* Um. I-if you were hiring, however...would you take me into consideration?
Kristoph: *Kristoph stands as well, and is rather pleased with how convincing his lie sounds.* I certainly would. It's been a while since I had such an energetic interview. *He offers his hand again.* Good luck, Mr. DeLite.
Ron: *that makes him feel a little better. He shakes Kristoph's hand* I'm sorry for wasting your time...I thought maybe I'd have a chance. Well, thank you for listening to me! I'll...I'll be on my way now.
Kristoph: Good day. *Kristoph sits back down, and when he lowers his hand Vongole gives him a happy lick.*
Ron: Thanks. *leaves quietly, making sure to politely close the door on his way out*
Kristoph: *Once he's gone Kristoph feeds Vongole another treat and scratches her affectionately behind the ears.* We're not hiring any friend of Wright's, are we? No we're not! *Chuckling, he returns to work.*
Kristoph: Hangnails :<
Ron: unkempt cuticles
Kristoph: *It's a chilly morning at the office, and Kristoph sits behind his desk sipping from a cup of fresh coffee. He has no clients coming in that he knows of, but during his last dinner with Phoenix he was told to expect an incomming job applicant. Naturally, Phoenix suggesting anyone makes him a little wary, but he's curious enough that he hasn't decided to turn whoever it is away immediately. Vongole is with him that day, as Apollo is out and he trusts her to be a good judge of character. He sneaks a few treats to her under the desk, as usual, keeping her in good mood in case their company arrives.*
Ron: *There are four knocks on the door; the first two are solid and loud, but the remaining are soft -- almost hesitant*
Kristoph: *Kristoph gives Vongole a reassuring pat and slides his papers aside, making sure his desk is suitably tidy.* Come in!
Ron: *opens the door wide, with confidence; he's neatly dressed and holding a presentation folder in his arms. As soon as he sees Kristoph, his timidness shows through* Um...h-hello! I hope I'm not interrupting anything...
Kristoph: *Kristoph recognizes him immediately - it would be hard not to with that hair - but doesn't assume for a moment that Ron is the applicant he's expecting.* Ah, Mr. DeLite. You're not interrupting at all. Please, come in. *He stands up and offers his hand.*
Ron: *lights up* Really? *steps in and, after a beat, grabs Kristoph's hand in a semi-firm handshake. There is determination in his eyes* Then...may I have a moment of your time, sir?
Kristoph: Yes, of course. *Kristoph gestures to the chair opposite him and sits down.* What can I help you with?
Ron: Mr. Gavin! I came here with one purpose...
Kristoph: *Kristoph watches him expectantly, but when Ron doesn't elaborate he lifts an eyebrow.* Which is...?
Ron: I...I may be wet behind the ears...a little green...maybe even completely inept-- er, no, scratch that one. But what I lack in experience, I make up for with HEART! Mr. Gavin...*suddenly leans forward and plants his hands on the surface of Kristoph's desk; not hard enough to slam, but thud at least. He looks straight at the man* I'd like to work for you!
Kristoph: *Kristoph leans back in alarm, and under the desk Vongole jumps and squirms closer to his legs.* You are the one Wright was talking about?
Ron: *stands and straightens, smiling* Oh, did Mr. Wright tell you about me? *sits down in the chair with perfect posture*
Kristoph: *Kristoph adjust his glasses - stalling so he can collect his thoughts.* I had no idea you... In what capacity are you hoping to be employed?
Ron: You see, I only recently got my attorney's badge, so I'm looking for a firm to work for. *cocks his head in thought* At least, that is what I'm supposed to be doing, I think...it seems to be the next logical step.
Kristoph: Your badge? *Kristoph has some trouble putting all these things together, but he manages to rally his composure.* May I see your credentials?
Ron: Of course! *with both hands, he holds out the folder containing his resume; his hands are trembling...a lot*
Kristoph: *Kristoph retrieves the fluttering papers and flips through them, scanning each very intensely as if he might be able to detect a forgery. But they are all very legitimate, and there is even a letter of reference from a professor he remembers.* Well. It looks like you've worked very hard.
Ron: *with zest* I have! I've been studying for YEARS! *pause* Um...s-so? What do you think?
Kristoph: *Finding nothing objectionable in Ron's resume, Kristoph hands it back quickly. He still can't help but feel that he's being tricked somehow.* Hard work isn't always enough. May I ask why you became interested in law?
Ron: Um... *genuine* For starters, I went over the work that you've done, and I thought to myself... "Wow! Now that's the kind of lawyer I want to be."
Kristoph: *The flattery works...a little.* My work? You're familiar with our case history here? *He says 'our' but of course he only means himself.*
Ron: ...But! I also really like what my friend Mr. Diego Armando did in his career. Do you know him? He has such a court presence...kind of like your brother! They're my idols! Not that I think I'd be able to achieve such a powerful image but it would be nice...
Kristoph: *The mention of those two particular lawyers drains Kristoph completely of any humor.* Diego Armando and Klavier Gavin...are your idols.
Ron: *not noticing the change in Kristoph's temperament, he rattles on* So to speak, yes. Diego's helped me out a lot, and I've even taken some fashion cues from him. He's such a snappy dresser. But if I had to choose the one man I was influenced by the most, that would be Mr. Wright...without a doubt!
Kristoph: *Kristoph's left eye twitches.* Phoenix Wright.
Ron: Yes! *a hint of sparkle in his large eyes* I've admired him ever since he saved me. What an exciting job, I thought...so respectable. So cool! So well-paid! I want to do what he did: save the innocents that are put on trial -- because I know what it's like to be up there on the stand!
Ron: *shrinking a little, a sad expression on his face* Seeing him now, humiliated and disbarred...it makes me want to try hard to succeed. I-I want him to know how much he inspired me. If that will cheer him up, even a little...well. I don't think he pays much attention to me much anymore to tell you the truth...
Kristoph: *Kristoph takes off his glasses to give his eyes a rub, then replaces them. Every additional word from Ron's mouth is like thumbtacks to his brain.* You are certainly not lacking in enthusiasm, Mr. DeLite.
Ron: *smiles!* Th-thank you. Mr. Wright's told me that before, too!
Kristoph: I can imagine. *Kristoph straightens up, folds his hands on his desk, and gives Ron a warm smile.* But I'm afraid I'm not hiring any new lawyers at the moment.
Ron: ...Oh. *frowns, more in his eyes than his mouth* Y-you're not? Not at all?
Kristoph: No, not at all. *His voice is very crisp.* I'm very happy with my current staff. But thank you for your interest, and your compliments. I'm sure there are many other law firms in the city that will be lucky to have you.
Ron: A-all right... *stands up and takes his folder, clearly dejected. He asks with all the force of a sad puppy:* Um. I-if you were hiring, however...would you take me into consideration?
Kristoph: *Kristoph stands as well, and is rather pleased with how convincing his lie sounds.* I certainly would. It's been a while since I had such an energetic interview. *He offers his hand again.* Good luck, Mr. DeLite.
Ron: *that makes him feel a little better. He shakes Kristoph's hand* I'm sorry for wasting your time...I thought maybe I'd have a chance. Well, thank you for listening to me! I'll...I'll be on my way now.
Kristoph: Good day. *Kristoph sits back down, and when he lowers his hand Vongole gives him a happy lick.*
Ron: Thanks. *leaves quietly, making sure to politely close the door on his way out*
Kristoph: *Once he's gone Kristoph feeds Vongole another treat and scratches her affectionately behind the ears.* We're not hiring any friend of Wright's, are we? No we're not! *Chuckling, he returns to work.*