TG: 2 : Poor Man Gets Job

Well a capsule hotel is certainly one of the places to sleep.

And the cheapest!

I nestle my head against the small black pillow and stare at the small tv screen, currently it is playing a japanese dub of Family Guy. Even in Japanese the show is still not funny, it fell off a long time ago tbh.

Well I think it's time to go nappy.

*zzz*

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[Rize]

A small shop with a quaint wooden sign.

'Anteiku'

It has been a while since I've had to come crawling back here, but there are 2 problems on the loose and the old man is my only option.

I open the door and a little jingle rattles.

A few people sit around sipping drinks and talking.

I look around and see old man Yoshimura cleaning a cup.

I walk up to him quietly.

"Having troubles lately miss Rize?"

I sit down on one of the wooden chair and let out a sigh.

"You don't even know the beginning."

I then begin explaining what has happened so far.

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"2 ghouls on the loose huh. That sounds quite bad. But I'm sorry, you created this mess and I cannot help you."

What..

"How am I supposed to track down the kid? I have no idea what to do!"

"Well miss Rize, I suggest you get looking."

"Jeez!"

I stomp off and slam the door on the way out.

That son of a bitch.

I cant choose.

A ghoul that is my responsibility or.. him..

Just the smell is enough to make me fo crazy.

*slap*

Get a hold of yourself! I need to deal with Ken.

Where would I be if my whole life came crashing down?

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That was a good nappy.

But now I'm out of money..

Do I seriously have to get a job what the fuck.

Where could I work?

Um mcdonalds?

Starbucks maybe..

The CCG is unironically not a horrible option I could just file papers or something and I would be protected from all the crazies trying to diddle me.

Imma have to think about it.

Actually fuck it..

CCG it is.

If I can find it.

It should just be in the center of Tokyo right?

Opening the capsule, after retrieving my things I check out and begin walking towards where I hope the CCG HQ is.

Erm.

The walk down the clean streets is pretty nice, 100s of people pass me and not one of them wants to kill me, that is quite amazing and relieving that I can be normal even if just for a day or 2.

The sun bears down on the city, but a winter mist keeps the streets cool.

My arms are getting a little chilly to be honest. Hmm first thing I am buying is clothes, the ones I am wearing are munted.

And I hate jeans. Cargo and sweat pants are for elite members of society.

Jesus how big is this city?

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It was a really long walk. But here it is.

A gigantic building with CCG on it. This has to be it.

I enter through the main doors and a very white room with LED lights lies in waiting.

The lobby is pretty busy, 2 sets of stairs lead to the next floor while in between them is a large office space where receptionists and people in white suits run around like maniacs.

I approach the reception booth, moving past a bunch of people running to get to the stairs.

This place is a little more hectic than I had anticipated.

I tap on the glass and a woman with brown hair in a pony tail looks up at me, her face is skinny and dark rings are under her eyes, she gives me her index finger indicating for me to wait a moment.

She puts her hand down and begins typing furiously.

After a minute she stops and slides the glass window open.

"How can I help you sir?"

"I'm looking for a job."

She stops momentarily and looks at me.

"Wait really? Could you start today?!"

Um that was easy, I guess they are understaffed, I should have guessed from the state of this place.

She pulls a filing cabinet open and picks up a few papers

"Fill these out and I will send them to a manger and see if I can schedule an interview."

I take the papers from her and she shuts the window.

God I hate paperwork.

I take a seat and begin filling out all the tabs, my name, date of birth, birthplace, current residence and all that slop.

I lied on 35% percent of it hehe.

Putting the pen away, I get up and approach the office.

The brunette looks up at me from her desk and opens the window, she holds out her hand and I plop the papers down.

She loads them into a copier immediately.

"It should only be a few minutes, please wait wherever you like."

She hands me a card and closes the window.

I examine the card, it is black and had a silver inlaid CCG symbol, on the back it has a designated ID and below that it says my name and.

Position: Hiree

Ah.

I sit back down and watch as droves of people work in unison.

A couple figures stand out, the ones wearing black suits carrying suitcases, those must be the investigators, they walk with an entirely different demeanor.

Well what should I do now? While I'm waiting I mean.

Uh twiddle my thumbs I guess.

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"Sir, sir!"

The receptionist, emerges from her office, she waves me over.

I get up and begin walking, she smiles lightly and turns.

"Just follow me."

"You will be interviewed by a Mr.Shiwa, he is a nice man and I'm sure you will get the job."

I continue following the petite receptionist and she knocks on a door right as we enter a long hallway full of offices.

"Come in."

An mature voice beckons the receptionist to open the door.

Before I enter I ask.

"What was your name? It's kind of awkward calling you receptionist in my head."

"Uh. Just call me Aki. Have a good interview."

The door shuts slowly behind me and I look towards the so called Mr. Shiwa.

An old man with withering black hair and a phenomenal mustache looks at me.

I sit down and we stare at each other for a couple seconds.

"So.. CCG huh.. And what job were you signed up for again?"

"Uh, just menial work."

"Ah. What was your name again?"

"Sebastian."

"Ohh! Your the foreigner. From Poland! Ha now I remember! So tell me how you ended up in Japan!"

He smiles a bright grin and I begin responding to his question.

"Well, I was here for vacation but I figured I liked it alot here so I should just stay, Poland is all grey and drab, but here. It's so colorful and I just enjoy the atmosphere."

What a crock of shit, I have never lied this much in my life

"Well I give the Poles one thing, their ghoul hunters, the Druhziniks put the hammer down over there, I mean northern europe and Scandinavia in general have a much lesser ghoul problem than us, but they are particularly brutal. Oh and I'm monologuing again my bad."

Before I can speak he keeps going, this man does not breath.

"Oh um anyways I can give you.. Let me see here.. Ah! Scene reporter, it's simply really. You come in after a Ghoul incident and write down what happened, getting records from the investigators and such, its safe and simple. What'd y' say kid?"

"Uh sure I will do that."

Sounds easy enough.

"Let me see that card, boy."

I pull the mettalic card from my pocket and hand it to him, he pulls out a device wich he sticks it in and then begins typing a few words in

*bzzt*

*whirrr*

It spits the card out and he hands it to me, smiling.

"Oh wait one last test!"

He opens a cabinet and pulls out a brown paper sack.

He unfurls it and inside is a small brown slab.

He hands it to me.

"Please go ahead and eat it."

"Ok sure."

I take the browny looking thing and plop it in my mouth, Shiwa looks at me seriously.

"What does it taste like."

I chew it for a couple moments.

This is just brown sugar.

"Brown sugar."

After my response he smiles and exhales

"Well there is no official scheduling, just whenever their is an incident we will call you using this."

He flaps his own card and pockets it.

I clutch mine and nod.

"Have a good rest of your day Sebastian."

Being called my real name again is sus af.

But it comes with the territory I suppose.

I leave and begin retracing my steps

The door behind me slams open and Shiwa calls to me.

"I almost forgot!"

"Here!"

He throws a suitcase at me.

I open it and inside is a black suit with a white band on it wich is engraved with 'After action'

Under it are black dress pants made of a tough material I have never seen.

"Thanks!'

I close the suitcases and walk back through the building until reaching a bathroom.

Drip acquired!

I change quickly and stuff my old clothes in the suitcase, wich also has a clipboard full of paper, on the front paper all the extra details about the job such as benefits, pay and rules are written. The other pages are formatted for action reports, with columns for investigator quotes and a paragraph box for a summary of events and who was killed or injured.

This should be easy money!

[AN]

Chapterly song suggestion: Killing Ground - Sabaton.