Prompt: First Interview
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During their first interview, the HR representative excuses themselves from the office for an emergency and leaves your character to their own devices. They sit in an uncomfortable wooden chair in front of a clean metal-and-glass table. One folder laid open in the center of the desk shows their own application and cover letter. Aside from that, there are three stacks of folders: The largest stack which seems to be the queue, a hefty stack of hot-pink sticky-noted rejections, and a thin stack of what must be approvals. Muffled yelling can be heard from across the hall as the HR rep apologizes, and it seems like it will be a while. Left to their own devices for minutes-turned-potentially-to-hours… what do they do?
The door clicks closed and it's only moments before the muffled sound of raised voices filter into the small room.
Yikes. Sure hope not everyone here will be like that.
Peaches eyes dart around the barren office. She hopes not every room here is like this one either; lifeless and grey. Even the desk is exceptionally boring. The wardens desk was much nicer, but she was super important so maybe you only get nice desks that way?
Still, if she could bring a bit of colour to her bunk at Vaniers some 'ghost science' facility shouldn't be too difficult to bring some life to. Heh. Ghost pun.
Wait- no. Mrs Ross said it wasn't ghosts. What was it again? Phanspasms? Something like that. Not that it matters.
Or did it..? That's not why she's here. Or... was it?
Mrs Ross sent me here, because...
There are pink post-it notes on the desk. And a ballpoint pen.
SCORE.
In a handful of springing steps Peaches parks her rear in the representatives desk chair, giving it one, two, three spins for good measure before scooting forward and pulling the stack of unused pink paper squares into arms reach. She sets the pen to paper with practised ease, doodling a cartoon-ish depiction of a moth to warm up. Once satisfied, she pries the post-it up and sticks it to the glass worktop and gets to work on another.
A cat in a top hat. A dog digging a bone. Flowers that fill every inch of canvas. Draw. Stick. Draw again. She covers the desk in a sea of pink never breaking from the rhythm.
She sticks a school of salmon to the open folder beneath her work station, it only then dawning on Peaches that a photo of her likeness is printed inside.
Her eyes roam the pages, absorbing the information inside.
'-why, for the safety of our staff and other inmates-'
That's not my name.
'-we can no longer in good conscience maintain the responsibility of custody for this woman.'
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The door clicks open again. A figure walks in, pausing mid-apology as they take in the scene before them; Peaches is sat on the ground in the middle of the office beset in a wall of hot-pink. Her chair has been placed against the wall, leaving the ring of post-its around her undisturbed, yet she continues adding to it with unrelenting fervour.
The figure calls for her again, drawing Peaches attention up from her latest masterpiece: a mouse eating a giant wedge of cheese. She stares blankly at the figure.
"...hi?"
