forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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"What did you want to talk about, Casey?" Sol asked, then looked to Luca. "You know I have a lot of huge shirts in there. You could've grabbed one of those instead of your crush's, but hey, whatever."

(Oh my god Eris)

"I apologize, I only found out they were coming over in the dead of night." Casey looked at Sol. "I assumed you were sleeping." She looked at Luca. "And I know what you were doing, and didn't think you should be disturbed." Casey took a deep breath. "Something . . . happened to Lane last night. I'm not entirely sure what yet, but whatever it was, it was bad, and he won't be joining our team for quite some time. Obviously, I needed someone to replace him for tech and hacker things, and all the things I will admit I do not understand. Julie and Samuel Carlson are brother and sister and I will be interviewing them each separately to figure out which will be the better match. I have had an incredibly long night and I would like you to not disturb them, or offer them anything. I know that may seem rude, but that is my duty as host and the person who called them here. Now, will you both please put on some clothes and not disturb the two of them too much?"

Luca turned an impassive gaze on Sol, a smirk twitched across her lips, but she stayed silent about everything that happened the night before between her and Cam. "His smell better." She said the lit in her voice making her sound teasing.

Luca's smirk fell from her face in a flash. "Goddamit Lane." She hissed, slamming a fist into the wall. She fought back her tears. Casey didn't say the word "dead", but the way she refused to meet Luca's eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Something… happened to Lane?" Sol asked, but knew from Casey's tone it wasn't something she'd share a lot of detail about. She got the gist. "Yeah, I can go get dressed. I'm always an early riser."

Sam flushed beet red, shoving at his sister’s shoulder. “Julie!” His protests were in vain. “Oh, I am never letting you forget this… oh god this is priceless..”

"I know, I should have anticipated that, but such is life. No harm was done." Casey ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "Now, unless you two need anything from me, I'm going to go back out and talk to our guests."

Luca nodded, turning out and away to go back out to the hall. "I'll be in my room." She said numbly, disappearing behind her door.

Casey closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, then opened them and walked out of the room, much more somber than before. "I apologize for that. Do you two have any questions?" she asked Julie and Samuel.

Last post for tonight.))
Sol attempted a smile and nodded. She wandered back to her room and aimlessly pulled on underwear and clothing, ending up wearing a large Queen shirt and sweatpants. She just sat and looked at her wall for a while, not making a movement, barely breathing or blinking. She shook herself out of her daze and sighed. These things happen. He was awesome while he was here, now he's not. Remember that and move on, but never forget. she took out her phone and watched a Bo Burnham show without headphones, and was truly smiling part of the way through.

Julie took in the woman’s sudden change in mood, her mind trying out the different pieces before successfully fitting them together into a puzzle that made sense. You couldn’t have a team like this without a hacker— for them to be hiring, something must have happened to the last one, and recently. She offered a somewhat sympathetic smile, cheeks dimpling. “I don’t think so, not yet.”

Casey smiled. "Great. Julie, if you wouldn't mind following me?" Casey started down the long hallway to her office. When she got there she went to a small table by the door containing a tray. "Please, close the door behind you."

Julie gave her brother’s hand a squeeze before following Casey down the hallway, silently admiring the touches of expensive decor. She did as she was told and shut the door firmly behind her, turning back to the woman who would hopefully be her future boss. “Where should I sit?” Just breathe.. You’ve got this. Make a good impression.

"That chair is fine," Casey said, indicating the chair in front of her desk. She set out two teacups. "Would you like tea or coffee?" Casey's tone indicated that Julie would have to choose one.

(Gnight)

Plopping herself down in the designated seat, Julie have a casual toss of her hair. “Coffee, please,” she decided, allowing her eyes to drift over each detail of the office. Her instincts automatically kicked in— within five seconds she’d located all the possible exits and objects to be used as a way of defense, if it was needed. Not that she was expecting that to happen— but t was good to be prepared.

Eris can't tell is this is sarcasm or a genuine compliment

(tHANK YOU?)

(bRuh DON’T TELL ME THAT SHIT

I CAN READ AND PICK UO HINTS YOU KNOW)

(NO HINTS WERE INTENDED! NONE! RULES WERE FOLLOWED
HER JOB IS TO BE THE DISTRACTING SEXY WOMAN SO PEOPLE GIVE UP WHAT THEY DONT MEAN TOO. AS WELL AS READING PEOPLE WHILE THEY FAUN OVER HER. GOODNESS)

GERRRRRRRR

Plopping herself down in the designated seat, Julie have a casual toss of her hair. “Coffee, please,” she decided, allowing her eyes to drift over each detail of the office. Her instincts automatically kicked in— within five seconds she’d located all the possible exits and objects to be used as a way of defense, if it was needed. Not that she was expecting that to happen— but t was good to be prepared.

Casey poured the coffee into the cup, the sharp smell hitting her nose. Coffee, she thought in her head. Hopefully the rest of the interview went better than this. Coffee. Casey poured herself some tea, and prepared the cup. "Do you take cream or sugar in your coffee, Ms. Carlson?"

“Cream. And please, just call me Julie.” She could feel the tension hanging between them, and hastened to cut it. “I’m assuming that I’ll have to crack a code of some sort to prove my skills?”

"I am well aware of your skills, Julie." Casey walked over to her desk and set the cream, a spoon, and Julie's coffee down in front of her. "Your file has provided me with sufficient information to determine your skills," she said as she sat down behind her desk. "This interview is more to decide how well you would fit in with my team. Our dynamic and how we work together is important to the survival of this team. Though, of course, I suppose it would be wise of me to see you 'crack a code' just to see how you work. Though I didn't have anything prepared. I hate to admit that I haven't the foggiest how your line of work functions."

Julie have a nod of understanding, practically radiating confidence— but not to the snobbish extent where she assumed that she would get the job. But she wasn’t overly nervous, that much was clear by her posture and smile. “Makes sense.”