Typically Sound:: [Finished]
Characters; Claire, Rain, anyone else who cares to join
Time; Midday, November 03
Location; Parasol, downtown.
Fighting for truth and justice didn't help pay for the rent, and there was no way in hell Claire was going to freeload on Leon. She wasn't like that, show up for a few weeks eat his food and use up his electricity then run off without even helping.
Of course, the running off cost money too, money that they were slowly depleating with their search for ways to expose Umbrella and at the same time keep themselves off of the Corperation's radar.
So after seeing Sherry off to school in the morning, and saying goodbye to Leon, Claire had headed out with her resume in hand, intent on finding a job. Checking mostly restaurants and the like, she'd done retail once while in High School, and she'd hated that. When you were a waitress, you were at least some level of human. Retail, you may as well just be a walking information box, or one of those self-scan checkout lanes.
Most of what she ran into was 'we'll see what we can do,' or 'your resume is very pretty,' or some equal bullshit which meant 'not a chance in hell' so she'd moved on, gradually more irritated.
By the time she hit one of the bars on her list that had 'help wanted' signs, she was half prepared to get a drink while she was there. Pushing that thought aside, she made sure she didn't outwardly look as grumpy and tired of walking around this damn town as she felt, and stepped inside, looking around for someone who could point her to management.
Time; Midday, November 03
Location; Parasol, downtown.
Fighting for truth and justice didn't help pay for the rent, and there was no way in hell Claire was going to freeload on Leon. She wasn't like that, show up for a few weeks eat his food and use up his electricity then run off without even helping.
Of course, the running off cost money too, money that they were slowly depleating with their search for ways to expose Umbrella and at the same time keep themselves off of the Corperation's radar.
So after seeing Sherry off to school in the morning, and saying goodbye to Leon, Claire had headed out with her resume in hand, intent on finding a job. Checking mostly restaurants and the like, she'd done retail once while in High School, and she'd hated that. When you were a waitress, you were at least some level of human. Retail, you may as well just be a walking information box, or one of those self-scan checkout lanes.
Most of what she ran into was 'we'll see what we can do,' or 'your resume is very pretty,' or some equal bullshit which meant 'not a chance in hell' so she'd moved on, gradually more irritated.
By the time she hit one of the bars on her list that had 'help wanted' signs, she was half prepared to get a drink while she was there. Pushing that thought aside, she made sure she didn't outwardly look as grumpy and tired of walking around this damn town as she felt, and stepped inside, looking around for someone who could point her to management.