Verity (
notaskingpermission) wrote2018-05-17 10:05 am
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for Neil
Verity had never had a job before, and truthfully the city provided enough that she didn't technically need to it. But she wanted one. She wanted to feel normal. Finishing high school here, even if it might be pointless, helped, but she'd be graduating soon and then she didn't know what she was going to do. If she was going to college she probably needed more money than the city gave her, or maybe there was some version of FAFSA here, she had no idea. She'd look into eventually. For now a retail job sounded good.
Plus, Marcus' apartment was sparse as fuck, so if she had some extra spending money she could make it feel homier.
They'd told her casual dress was fine, but Verity still wore her best pair of jeans (the black ones without rips) paired with a faded Fleetwood Mac shirt she'd found at the thrift store, because wearing a band shirt while working at a record store made sense in her mind. She wasn't exactly a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, but so far it had been the only band shirt she'd found in Darrow that belonged to a band she actually recognized the name of.
She was supposed to be trained today, though she wasn't sure by who, so when she walked into Phoenix Records she looked for someone authoritative.
Plus, Marcus' apartment was sparse as fuck, so if she had some extra spending money she could make it feel homier.
They'd told her casual dress was fine, but Verity still wore her best pair of jeans (the black ones without rips) paired with a faded Fleetwood Mac shirt she'd found at the thrift store, because wearing a band shirt while working at a record store made sense in her mind. She wasn't exactly a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, but so far it had been the only band shirt she'd found in Darrow that belonged to a band she actually recognized the name of.
She was supposed to be trained today, though she wasn't sure by who, so when she walked into Phoenix Records she looked for someone authoritative.
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"A little over three. There was, uh. There was another version of me here, before that. The boss and his wife actually knew him. It's weird, we don't really talk about it."
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"Hey, if a different me shows up, make up some crazy stories about stuff I did and try to make her believe they're true," she adds with a grin, hurrying to fall back into step next to him.