Not For My Place [Yoya Tutor Match]
Jan 1, 2017 20:31:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 20:31:03 GMT -5
NIKKO
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[attr="class","jorggradient1"] Nikko’s bed starts to softly shake him awake when the sun breaks dawn, his disheveled head raising slightly at the slightly polite intrusion. Today was the day he would have his interview for the senior partner position that recently opened up in his firm. He shakes his head at the mental reminder as he raises himself from the bed, throwing his sheets to the sides as he groggily stumbles to his bathroom. After taking care of business on his heated toilet, he sheds the rest of his pajamas off. He starts up his shower, starting up the multi-jet system, deciding to pamper himself while he reviews possible interview questions that could possibly come up. He has had almost 10 years of experience within his position as lead accountant in the company, ensuring that all of the books are properly kept throughout the year. He graduated from one of the best business schools in the Capitol, graduating magna cum laude with a M.B.A in business and financial accounting, and he’s really damn good at his job. The jets turn a warm, sunset orange, contrasting against the cool blues of the morning sky, letting him know that his shower has become warm. He steps in, continuing to go over any possible curveballs that the board of directors may throw at him in the interview. He had already confirmed his interpreter to be there 10 minutes early, seeing has how most residents of the Capitol don’t know sign language. Luckily his company never used his disability against him, plus at least he still has his tongue.
[attr="class","jorggradient1"] After finishing up his shower and drying off, Nikko walks into his closets, the floor lights softly turning on as he sorts through his suits. He decides to make a powerful statement in the Capitol by donning a simply grey pinstripe suit and a while oxford shirt with gauntlet buttons. He doesn’t need any fancy colors or adornments to make himself noticeable as so many of the others felt like they needed. He has enough confidence in himself to not hide behind the outlandish clothing, as he would say. Though sometimes he does enjoy dressing up to go out for a night of fun. He puts on his woolen grey, oxford saddle shoes and his black silk socks and grabs a car to work. Even with his double breasted floor-length wool black pea coat, he is not walking to work today. There is no way he is risking having sweat stains today not at all.
[attr="class","jorggradient1"] When the car drops him off at the firm, he strolls casually and confidently in. If he’s going to get this position he needs to act like a senior partner, and he thinks that it should start with the air in which he walks with. His black leather briefcase filled with today’s paperwork to complete after the interview is over swings with his stride as walks into the elevator. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous but he had to at least pretend he wasn’t; he cannot risk sweat stains in this suit. The top brand deodorant and antiperspirant could only do so much to protect against nervous sweating. He had been told earlier in the week that his interview would take place in front of everyone, so it would only make sense for it to be in the conference room, on their own floor, though he didn’t realize that they had their own conference room. He’s usually down on the first few floors with the other accountants. He’s used to just walking up the stairs, not taking an elevator up almost 30 stories just to get to the floor that held all of the board of directors’ personal offices. When he arrived from the steel box, the receptionist signs for him to wait at the board of directors’ conference room and he heads right on over, taking a seat a few paces away from their double doors. He arrived about 20 minutes early, taking a quick look in briefcase to review the things that the he needed to do for the new year. It was about 5 minutes in when he noticed that another person had sat by him, a little too close for his personal comfort. He simply eyes them up and down before offering them a simple hello wave, hoping that would be enough to hold off any conversation at bay.
[attr="class","jorggradient1"] Nikko’s bed starts to softly shake him awake when the sun breaks dawn, his disheveled head raising slightly at the slightly polite intrusion. Today was the day he would have his interview for the senior partner position that recently opened up in his firm. He shakes his head at the mental reminder as he raises himself from the bed, throwing his sheets to the sides as he groggily stumbles to his bathroom. After taking care of business on his heated toilet, he sheds the rest of his pajamas off. He starts up his shower, starting up the multi-jet system, deciding to pamper himself while he reviews possible interview questions that could possibly come up. He has had almost 10 years of experience within his position as lead accountant in the company, ensuring that all of the books are properly kept throughout the year. He graduated from one of the best business schools in the Capitol, graduating magna cum laude with a M.B.A in business and financial accounting, and he’s really damn good at his job. The jets turn a warm, sunset orange, contrasting against the cool blues of the morning sky, letting him know that his shower has become warm. He steps in, continuing to go over any possible curveballs that the board of directors may throw at him in the interview. He had already confirmed his interpreter to be there 10 minutes early, seeing has how most residents of the Capitol don’t know sign language. Luckily his company never used his disability against him, plus at least he still has his tongue.
[attr="class","jorggradient1"] After finishing up his shower and drying off, Nikko walks into his closets, the floor lights softly turning on as he sorts through his suits. He decides to make a powerful statement in the Capitol by donning a simply grey pinstripe suit and a while oxford shirt with gauntlet buttons. He doesn’t need any fancy colors or adornments to make himself noticeable as so many of the others felt like they needed. He has enough confidence in himself to not hide behind the outlandish clothing, as he would say. Though sometimes he does enjoy dressing up to go out for a night of fun. He puts on his woolen grey, oxford saddle shoes and his black silk socks and grabs a car to work. Even with his double breasted floor-length wool black pea coat, he is not walking to work today. There is no way he is risking having sweat stains today not at all.
[attr="class","jorggradient1"] When the car drops him off at the firm, he strolls casually and confidently in. If he’s going to get this position he needs to act like a senior partner, and he thinks that it should start with the air in which he walks with. His black leather briefcase filled with today’s paperwork to complete after the interview is over swings with his stride as walks into the elevator. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous but he had to at least pretend he wasn’t; he cannot risk sweat stains in this suit. The top brand deodorant and antiperspirant could only do so much to protect against nervous sweating. He had been told earlier in the week that his interview would take place in front of everyone, so it would only make sense for it to be in the conference room, on their own floor, though he didn’t realize that they had their own conference room. He’s usually down on the first few floors with the other accountants. He’s used to just walking up the stairs, not taking an elevator up almost 30 stories just to get to the floor that held all of the board of directors’ personal offices. When he arrived from the steel box, the receptionist signs for him to wait at the board of directors’ conference room and he heads right on over, taking a seat a few paces away from their double doors. He arrived about 20 minutes early, taking a quick look in briefcase to review the things that the he needed to do for the new year. It was about 5 minutes in when he noticed that another person had sat by him, a little too close for his personal comfort. He simply eyes them up and down before offering them a simple hello wave, hoping that would be enough to hold off any conversation at bay.
