Paranoid & Sleep Deprived

Human and always awake. Currently looking for a job.

[pricklypearsfordays-deactivated]

Cheddar for days : Closed.

Julian sat as his desk tapping his stylist against his desk with a bit of disappointment. The last eight candidates had been a bust. He needed someone who wasn’t a chatty Cathy, someone who could do what he needed with few questions, and preferably someone who wasn’t spooked by the supernatural. That last trait was always hard to find in a competent assistant. The ancient hollered, “next candidate please!” His brows arched some when the young man let himself in, he was interesting to say the least. “Please have a seat and tell me about yourself… Mister?”

[halfwaytosane]

“Benjamin.” He stated while taking a seat. The last few interviews he’d been to Benjamin had not been called back. The last one had been cut abruptly short. It could had been an actually work related thing but Benjamin had the distinct feeling it was something he’d said. “It’s been a while since my last job and I’m looking for a new one. From the description this job did not seem mundane or repetitive. I like challenges.”

[cxt-throxt-blog]

      “You poor thing,” cooed the wolf. The woman moved next to him, a sweet smile on her face. Although, that smile was nothing but trouble. She had been on her way to meet Eva, but her beautiful leader would understand this little detour. “I may not be a god, but I wouldn’t mind helping if I can. Although, I do need some help myself. Nothing major, but I need regulars if I go back to my old job and I would love to see your cute face.”

                                 “I could just e a t  y o u  u p.”

[halfwaytosane]

He looked at her then up and down. “Are you a dancer?” He asked wondering what else she could be. Benjamin pulled his shoulder’s in closer to his body slightly uncomfortable by the idea of being somewhere that loud. “Praying is an archaic method to try and bring piece to someone and heal their soul. Except soul’s do not exist.” He was supposed to be making an effort in build relationships. “Cannibalism can cause sickness.”

[halfwaytosane]

“What is the point in praying? A higher being is supposedly listening to you confess and purge your innermost thoughts. It seems odd and slightly childish. But I was told to give it a try.” Looked up at the sky, Benjamin tried to think of something else other to say. “I feel ridiculous.” 

[haildioson]

He rolled his eyes. “What a snob. I want cute clothes, how the fuck else am I supposed to get them? And uh yeah? That’s my point, if you’d ever let me get to it. He’s weak.”

[halfwaytosane]

“A job and money. Then you can get all the clothes you want. Fine. Finish your story. Did he get caught?”

[bloodandbxllets-blog]

“Do you believe in tact at all? Children your age never do, it seems. That’s pathetic. You’re a sad little thing, you know that?”

[halfwaytosane]

“On a daily bases no. For certain occasions yes. This was not one of those times.” He looked up at her from over his mug of coffee. The last comment bothered him on principle alone. “I am not sad. I take something to keep that from happening.” Benjamin stated flippantly.  

[bloodandbxllets-blog]

“And that you learn to brush people off with a little more tact,” she added, sounding somewhere between genial and chiding. “People do it all the time. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that children are so rude these days, or blind, but it never ceases to amaze me.”

[halfwaytosane]

“I don’t believe in tact when the situation doesn't call for it. What can I say, I have no social skills. Never saw a point in developing them.” 

[haildioson]

“And you’re a liar. Everyone loves my H&M shoplifting adventures. I think you’re just not listenin.” Annoyingly, he snapped his fingers in front of the other’s face. “Pay attention. So, at this point, Joshie is shakin like a leaf, and…”

[halfwaytosane]

He scowled at the boy. “And you’re rude. Stealing is boring and low stakes. If he’s shaking like a leaf he has no business trying to steal anything.”

[bloodandbxllets-blog]

Standing nearby in the coffee house - a place she rightfully had no business being, except that it was a gathering place and she liked those - Rina turned and narrowed her eyes at the young man as he spoke. She hadn’t been paying an awful lot of attention, but the girl who had been chattering at him (annoying girl, really) looked a little bit devastated. “What a rude little thing you are,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as the girl huffed away. “Let’s hope she has better taste than a bored expression on a mediocre boy’s face next time.”

[halfwaytosane]

“Let’s hope,” He said, lifting his coffee cup and taking a long, drawn out sip. He could try and defend himself; point out that he had attempted a polite conversation and even tried to end it in a normal and nice manner. It wasn’t his fault she didn’t pick up on his hints to leave. But Benjamin didn’t feel the need to defend himself against someone he didn’t even know. “That next time she has better sense as well.”

[halfwaytosane]

He’d stopped listening half way through the on and on droning, wondering if they’d ever stop talking. Finally the person seemed to give up or maybe they’d just stopped talking, Benjamin wasn’t sure. And he didn’t care. “You’re boring.”