"Remember the plan Evee! You mess this up for me and I swear to god…" Darren trailed off running his pale roughed up hand through his dark hair. It was understandable, he'd already got the position he needed as a Klokateer, sort of. He had the uniform, and for that would get around unnoticed. All I had to do was get the new job as Mr. Ofdensen's assistant. I had a one in a million shot, but what gave me the edge was that I wasn't a crazed Dethklok fan, well that and I had acquired some credentials I suppose.
"Yes I remember the plan," I replied quietly. I shifted through our shopping cart and put a rag, some shampoo, and some soap into a plastic bag and made my way to the nearest public restroom. Yes, Darren and I were homeless. It wasn't too big a deal, I'd gotten used to it. Often times we would stay at the back of the closed down speed-mart, but anywhere and everywhere suited us just fine. Darren and I had been together for years, and times got tough, that's what all this was about, money. We were going to make it in rob em blind and disappear. Not enough to be noticeable, I wasn't about to die. A few hundred thousand, that's all it would take.
"Clean up real good, I'll get ya somthin' for the interview." Darren was light handed if you know what I mean. He had a good set of clothes and could be quite charming when he needed to, swiping anything wasn't a problem. I didn't have a suit, or make up, or anything like that, but Darren would always come through for me. Well not always, he had some anger issues and I tend to be the only one around…
I slipped into the subway's restroom, made sure I was the only one in, and locked the main door. I stripped down and turned on the sink, washing my hair, and scrubbing down. A few bangs came to the door, but I kept quiet as possible. I looked up at the mirror. "What happened to you Evee?" I asked myself. I didn't look quite like I used to. I'm still young only 22, but this lifestyle had taken its toll. My eyes weren't as bright, my frame was way too thin, my skin didn't have its usual glow, and I had a number of little nicks and scuffs from my escapades. It felt nice to get cleaned up, and if Darren pulled through I knew I could make it work. I took my bag and made a run to our meeting point, the back of the closed down convenience store two blocks over.
"You're late! Always fuckin late!" he yelled and tossed me a pretty, well tailored suit. I climbed into the back window of the speed mart to try it on (the window was boarded up, but we pulled the nails out just enough so we could put it in or take it out as we pleased, it kept us safe). The suit looked awfully small, but fit my body perfectly once I tried it on. I guess I'm just not used to all the little changes, I'm smaller than I'm used to. I put long dark brown hair into an ugly bun, then decided to take it out and keep it in front of my shoulders instead. I took the mascara, and light gloss from the front pocket (like I said Darren comes through for me when I need it) and with the extra touches, I really looked the part. I climbed back out the window and was surprised to find a calm Darren.
"That's my girl, you've got this." Darren actually smiled to me, kissed me goodbye and gave me my final warning. I took my bus ticket from him, along with my made up resume, and carefully scanned and altered documents. The bus would take me far enough, I could walk the rest of the way, heels or not. If I got the job I'd come back in the night and get Darren, he'd take his place as a Klokateer, If I didn't, I knew better than to come back.
The bus let me off eleven miles from my destination Mordhaus. I was lucky that is was late September I wouldn't freeze or sweat to death on the way there. The trek left me with a bit too much time to think to myself, and I was getting nervous. Too many ifs for my taste.
I wasn't prepared for the sight of Mordhaus. It loomed over me as I stepped to the main door, the yard wolves howling below. *deep breath* I raised my hand to knock and was surprised to see a huge klokateer in the doorway.
"State your business." His deep voice boomed.
"Erm I have an interview with Mr. Ofdensen…" I trailed off nervously.
"Follow me." He said in his grumbling voice. The place was huge, I imagined it would be easy to get lost. The klokateer said nothing more to me as we traveled through the halls to Mr. Ofdensen's office. Other Klokateers walked through the halls tending to various tasks and needs of Dethklok. The Klokateer left me at the door to Mr. Ofdensen's office and continued on to something elsewhere
"Hello Mr. Ofdensen. I'm Evelin White, and I'm here for an interview." I said with as much confidence as I could muster.
"Please have a seat Miss. White," He said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. I took my seat and handed him my resume. He looked through the papers with a stern expression in complete silence. I was caught! Oh god I was caught! My hands began to sweat and I fiddled with my hands getting ready to make a break for it if need be. He looked up to me "impressive Miss. White, but I do need to ask you a few questions."
"Oh, of course." I can't tell you how relieved I was.
"Would you be able to hold your composure in front of Dethklok, remain professional?" Mr. Ofdensen asked. I could tell that this is where the other interviewees had fallen short. Screaming fans.
"Yes of course." I smiled to him and he continued to question me for a time before the interview was finished.
"Well you're hired. As my assistant I expect you to keep track of press conferences, take phone calls, and when Dethklok is recording, make sure they are comfortable and the equipment is being used correctly. I'll have a Klokateer take you to your room, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8:00 am." Mr. Ofdensen explained. I was in.