Sheryl Nome (
galactically) wrote in
thenearshore2016-07-24 07:35 pm
[closed] catch-all log for closed prompts
Who: Sheryl (
galactically) and Hajime (
birdstheword) in one scenario; Sheryl and Zoro (
wadoichimonji) in another
What: morning exercises with Hajime; prayer #11 with Zoro
When: backdated to April 3rd and 4th, respectively
Where: outside Hajime's temple and a random town
Warnings: ???
[closed to Hajime | April 3rd, morning]
[It's not everyday that Sheryl visits other people's temples unless she's invited to them for parties, but this is a new experience that she's willing to take advantage of. A morning jog with a fellow goddess, that's what she's about to do. Waking up at around six in the morning doesn't seem to deter her in the slightest as she strolls with a melodic hum towards Neith's temple, a place that she already recognizes from the pool party a while back.
It brought back memories that evoke a fond smile on her face for sure.
Dressed in a simple white tank top and blue shorts, she rings the doorbell and waits for Hajime to appear. And in a cheerful tone:]
Hajime, it's me!
[closed to Zoro | April 4th, late afternoon]
["What do you mean my resumé isn't good enough?! I'm trying, damn it!"
The sight before Sheryl is enough for an eyebrow twitch to form on her otherwise calm face. This boy looks desperate, clutching his hair and sounding utterly whiny as he shoots her a glare, scowling. She'd normally be fine with his mindset — to keep trying and trying no matter how many times he's been shot down. Still, with how she narrows her eyes at the resumé on the table, it's clear from her face alone that she's unimpressed.
So she folds her arms across her chest, Zoro to the left of her.]
All you have in this resumé is one retail job, one secretary job, and one job at the cash register. [She unfolds her arms to tap his paper a few times, frowning.] Nothing on your other skills. You don't have any letters of recommendation or a cover letter stating why you should be hired.
["So what?" he asks, sulking in his chair with his arms crossed. "I've tried everything and nothing's working out for me!"
Without any preamble, Sheryl rises from her seat, pointing at him. Hello, dramatics!]
You can't expect to do the bare minimum! If you want to be noticed, then go all the way!
What: morning exercises with Hajime; prayer #11 with Zoro
When: backdated to April 3rd and 4th, respectively
Where: outside Hajime's temple and a random town
Warnings: ???
[closed to Hajime | April 3rd, morning]
[It's not everyday that Sheryl visits other people's temples unless she's invited to them for parties, but this is a new experience that she's willing to take advantage of. A morning jog with a fellow goddess, that's what she's about to do. Waking up at around six in the morning doesn't seem to deter her in the slightest as she strolls with a melodic hum towards Neith's temple, a place that she already recognizes from the pool party a while back.
It brought back memories that evoke a fond smile on her face for sure.
Dressed in a simple white tank top and blue shorts, she rings the doorbell and waits for Hajime to appear. And in a cheerful tone:]
Hajime, it's me!
[closed to Zoro | April 4th, late afternoon]
["What do you mean my resumé isn't good enough?! I'm trying, damn it!"
The sight before Sheryl is enough for an eyebrow twitch to form on her otherwise calm face. This boy looks desperate, clutching his hair and sounding utterly whiny as he shoots her a glare, scowling. She'd normally be fine with his mindset — to keep trying and trying no matter how many times he's been shot down. Still, with how she narrows her eyes at the resumé on the table, it's clear from her face alone that she's unimpressed.
So she folds her arms across her chest, Zoro to the left of her.]
All you have in this resumé is one retail job, one secretary job, and one job at the cash register. [She unfolds her arms to tap his paper a few times, frowning.] Nothing on your other skills. You don't have any letters of recommendation or a cover letter stating why you should be hired.
["So what?" he asks, sulking in his chair with his arms crossed. "I've tried everything and nothing's working out for me!"
Without any preamble, Sheryl rises from her seat, pointing at him. Hello, dramatics!]
You can't expect to do the bare minimum! If you want to be noticed, then go all the way!

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