' Wrote:Hesitating for a moment at the entrance of the recruitment centre, Aaron Cooper examined the statue in front of the edifice. He couldn't quite make out who it represented through all the pigeon droppings. After squinting at it for a while through the sun's warm midday rays, he sighed and looked back to the building that stood in front of him, imposing with its plain white walls. A bit nervous, he took one last glance at his PDA to make sure he was at the right place, and, that confirmed, took a deep breath and walked through the doorway.
After crossing the doorstep into the lobby, he allowed his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmer artificial lighting and made his way to a throng of excited people (presumably fellow applicants for the job openings that had recently come up) standing in front of a plain counter, behind which confidently sat a secretary with a no-nonsense look plastered on her face.
"Silence!", she barked into the microphone, causing a distressingly irritating blare of static that had everyone covering their ears. "I want everyone to line up, single file! This isn't a high-school reunion, darn it!"
With a low wave of mumbling and complaining, the would-be police officers lined up. Taking advantage of all the shuffling about, Aaron managed to place himself near the front of the line, and from there waited patiently until he reached the secretary's desk.
Handing him a form, she ordered: "Fill this out and put it in that slot over there. Next!"
Moving to the back of the atrium where he had some breathing space, he nicked a pen from someone next to him when he wasn't looking and scanned through the sheet of paper. Trying to keep his handwriting as legible as possible (who knew people still wrote by hand nowadays?), he answered the questions as honestly as possible - which of course means with as much embellishment he could fit in without declaring himself the president of Liberty.
Name: Aaron Cooper
Age: 21 in a month's time.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165 lbs
Previous Jobs: Co-pilot for an Ageira Starflier escort ship; serving boy at Sunbucks Cafe.
Qualifications: I got my high school diploma, and from there took a two-year apprenticeship with Ageira as an escort.
Brief Biography: Like a lot of people who aren't rich enough to afford nice homes on Manhattan or Los Angeles, I was born on Pittsburgh and grew up in a neighbourhood that, although not a fine one by Manhattan standards, was definitely one of the better ones on the industrialized planet. I led a pretty normal life, and not that bad for a kid on Pittsburgh: both parents working, no siblings, went through school alright, and the other regular stuff that'd be too tedious to put on paper, especially with the limited space which I'm close to exceeding already. So anyway, I went through an apprenticeship with Ageira - I would have gone with DSE, except that there was no room for me with them. I was lucky to have a teacher who was able to pull some strings and get me with Ageira instead; otherwise I'd be stuck on the manufacturing chain on the surface. Fast forward a few years through the apprenticeship and here I am.
Reasons for Joining: I need a career, not just a job that'll leave me in a static position my whole life. Some of Liberty's best and brightest are or were among the LPI's ranks, including my personal idol, Sean Toronto. I'd hear stories from my piloting tutor about how he'd get the job done no matter what the risks involved, and that's just the kind of heroism I hope I'm able to someday manage to show even half as much of. Liberty's always been good to me, and I think it's only fair that I give something back in return, to her and her people.
After re-reading what he'd written a mind numbing one time, Aaron pushed and shoved his way back through the line-turned-crowd-anew, the applicant from whom he'd "borrowed" his pen searching frantically around him, and with fingers crossed dropped the sheet into the slot embedded into the desk. After taking a last glance around, he walked back out into the sunlight and calmed his heartbeat with a few steady breaths before going back home to wait for a response, should one come.
The Chief absent-mindedly pins all the applications to the wall and throws darts at them. One happens to land on this one, and it's ACCEPTED.
// If you can get in-game now, I can help you set up.
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