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- One post per day
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Yoriko & Hibari
Location: Painted Shark Lobby and Boss's Office
Interactions: Everyone
Sitting behind her desk, Yoriko fiddles away with some files before her, job applications or old employee work files. It was odd running this all as a front and in truth the paperwork did not amuse her. With the new applications the green haired woman smiles, separating the pile in two, then promptly throwing one half into the trash.
"I don't want unlucky people working here." She says to herself as she flips through the remaining files and the older documents. Some of the more notable ones she had information dug up on in advance. Six new people and four old. This would be a very interesting year. Though technically two of those new ones didn't count as she had automatically placed them. They were her siblings after all.
"Well lets see here.." First was her monotonous younger sister and twin brother. Much like oil and water she never understood how the two got along so well when they were so much unlike one another. Hibari had grown more distant in the wake of the incident. Lacking direction in life and with her head to the sky, much like the skylark she was named for. This job was meant to aid her in finding direction and maybe learning to be more open, or at least not so aloof. Kenza on the otherhand was fully relieved with the situation and take over of Yoriko upon the family business. He was also given to stirring up trouble or bidding on it. It was a good idea to get him away from the Yakuza as much as possible, something he himself seemed to want. Hopefully the two wouldn't attempt their games of mimicry to take shifts and breaks as they seen fit.
Now came the actual applicants.
First up was Kagome Himura, this one did seem to have some luck, she didn't end up in the trash. From what scattered info she had, this one was a delinquent and had ran up some gambling debts. If she were lucky working here would contribute to removing that.. Well maybe not so much lucky as playing her cards right. Allergy problems, looks nice enough..
All she could do was throw her in a wait staff uniform and see how well she did. Either way she may prove useful or willing to take up another line of work with Yoriko's own main objective.
Next was and older sheet. Shinobu. He reminded her of a Yuki-onna, like a pale faced princess. Such a thing gave rise to significant problems for the boy. But that was then, this was now. He was one of the few cooks she had and was good at what he did. No matter how many forced smiles he would give. He was here before she was and he would likely be here when she was gone. Giving him a few more hours couldn't hurt.
Reaching for the next sheet, this was a new one and boy was he lucky or cursed. Kazuma Kenichi, he was better stock than his parents. They racked up a debt and fled the country, if they ever returned she suspected they would be found 40 years later in a building foundation. One of the clans under her own Nishikawa had worked this deal out... And to think she almost threw him in the trash. For a debt ridden four eyes he might just be alright.
Next was another "old" sheet, good ole Katashi. Though he wasn't old in the least. His body had taken much in the way of wear and tear and he was her second cook. There was also the matter of debt and the issue around his sister. She couldn't fault him for what he had done. She had done worse for her own family and would continue to do such if the need arises. He also had something of a quest. He had not been working here for long and she had yet to gain a measure of him. It was amusing in a manner to see what he would do when those he felt he could blame his problems on were right before him.
Either way he could follow directions.
Picking up the next sheet, she just casually discards it, for this one was problematic. Not that he or she was a problem in and of itself but the existence alone was a problem. She was able to gather scant information on Enichi Mori. Their English was not nearly as good as they thought and the anomality they had created around themself would only invite more questions. Enichi also had false work papers. It would not be the first or the last time the Yakuza hired a Gaijin. And they were good at what they did, which was repair and maintenance, she had been thinking of throwing general custodial jobs off on him as well. Or her. Though one thing that was curious were the rumors she came across in regards to the inability to use computers, considering they were in the virtual scene this was an oddity. Kenza could run a betting pool with the other debt traps on that score.
A man or woman of many mysteries, and that mystery was one she didn't care to solve.
With a grunt she picks up the next sheet, it was one she wished she had thrown in the trash. But didn't have much say in actually hiring them. Sakurako Oba. A daughter of the Oba family. She was much too well armed to the teeth and hopefully not stupid enough to bring them to work with her. At least nothing so obvious. She didn't need more police attention than they already had. There was a difference in overlooking oddities and overlooking a warzone. And this one was particularly the later. Both of them had made their marks in the world and those marks were somewhat at odds from a point of view. As to why she was here? Grandfather had insisted that Yoriko keep at least one bodyguard on her, making use of the Oba to do this, she had been requested by the old man. And as it stood for now, Yoriko was not yet the head, she planned to make it clear where the two of them stood.
Minus her hat being something to work around it would be best to keep her on the floor, waitress would do.
Wiping her hands of that paper, next was yet another "old" face, Kotone Suzuki.
Kotone was another lucky one, he had made the unwise choice of lying to her. To which she waged his life against his claims. Would she have really killed him for that? Smiling at that, some questions were better left unanswered, he would have been roughed up in the least. But he was quick with jokes and distractions and kept to his claim. Yoriko was curious why he chose to work here. Someone like him could make it big in this kind of work. Likely some sort of agenda known only to him. At least he wasn't a debt mule. From what digging around she could find he seemed to have a medically troubled past.
And then, finally at long last, there was one.
Katsuro Tsuchiya. That one seemed in need of money, which everything around and in Tokyo was expensive. He was a martial arts trained and fighter from what she seen, though not a terribly bad or good one. His winrates were inconsistent. While in the new pile he had been working there for a little while. And just as before he would be retained into the wait staff. Reviewing the the sheets once more, there was a surprising lack of college students and high schoolers. Or they all had ended up in the trash.
Likely for the better, this place was shaping up into a land of giants and depression. Not that she cared, this wasn't even her primary work and so long as money was made and she had her sweets that was more than enough.
With that in mind she dials the cell contact numbers of each on sending a simple message. "Introductions and new shift assignment set for March 16th, show up before 10:00 for review and introduction to one another. Don't show up or show up late? Well, don't show up at all."
~~The Following Morning~~
For her part a slightly disappointed Hibari waits inside for the rest, her brother was in the store room and her big sister for all her insistence wasn't even here yet. Typical of her to demand of others in a way. Little Hibari could do about it however and not that it ultimately mattered much. With that mindset she wears black pants and a white button up shirt. A skirt was also avaiable to the females that worked here if they chose it with long socks and matching black shoes. All in all it gave the impression of a normal place of work and even had a proper locker room to store things and normal clothing.
"...I wonder who will be next." She says in a flat tone, watching the door.
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