Rubbing a hand through his bushy snow white beard as he glares over the table, at the various contracts, and applications piling it. Several of which having already been struck with a red X, glancing at another one, he appreciates the applicants honesty, but sincerely doubts the tall tails the individual wrote about, some involving wrestling raptors, while others involve beating various carnivores into submission. While in some cases there are those who are more capable at physically manhandling larger beasts, a human is still a human. 'However, even if the majority of his tales prove to be taller than life, if just one of them proves accurate, I might need him on the team, especially with how unruly some of the dinosaurs have been growing.'
With that final thought, he grabs a black marker, and puts a circle on the folder. Before dropping it in a bin to his right.
Several days later...
Sitting in a waiting room, the individual takes a look around with piercing blue eyes, at the various paraphernalia adoring the walls of the building. The words Jurrassic Park, stand out sharply over the counter on their left, while stensled into the door next to it is the words Dr. John Hammond CEO. Among the various pictures on the wall are various images of dinosaur eggs being hatched, dig sites with wholly preserved skeletons of the great creatures, and pictures from various events with people the CEO supposedly knew.
Feeling a bead of sweat on their brow, the individual takes off their hat, and runs a calloused hand through their non Existant hair, before wiping their hand on their khaki shorts, and putting the fedora back on. Looking down they wring their somewhat thick hands in front of their ill fitting grey vest, left unbuttoned as it were due to the muscled girth underneath.
"Tarq, Mr. Hammond will see you now." Behind the counter sits a young intern, barely over nineteen, Black shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail, Speckled brown eyes glazed while the intern blankly gazes at the screen before them, Semi-chizzled features, and a medium tenor denotes the individual as male, wearing a white button down shirt, and pen striped slacks. Not even moving his eyes from the screen as Tarq makes to stand, his small shorts squeaking in protest.
Walking over to the counter, Tarq leans over it slightly, "Oi," He says lowly, the intern pauses from his work and gives Tarq a curious glance. "Anythin' oi need ta, 'void speekin o'round ?" he asks, maintaining his low, conversational tone.
The tan intern shrugs quickly before responding. "Personally I haven't seen him be sensitive about anything really save that he's the boss, and he cares a lot about his family. Just don't insult him and you should be fine, now if your done with your questions, Mr. Hammond does not like to wait more than he has to." He says pointedly, cocking his head sideways in the direction of the door.
"Thanks for the tip." Tarq says waving at the intern as he turns and walks over to the door, keeping his strength in check, he gently turns the handle, and the door opens, gliding silently over felt carpet as the room comes into view.
Even more pictures of in the labs watching over and even holding recently hatched baby dinosaurs, with a brilliant grin on his snowy white visage, a few non dinosaur pictures reside behind the desk. Each of which show the CEO with several other people and children, all of whom show a familial resemblance to the man, who even now sits behind the desk, calmly watching with piercing blue eyes as Tarq makes his way over. "Ah, welcome. Please, , do have a seat, their was some interesting information in your application, that I would like to verify before I can fully consider your status." Hammond states while gently, but firmly gesturing his left hand in the direction of the leather backed seat, set before the desk.
"Thank ya kaindleh." Tarq murmers, as he quickly moves over to the seat, and nearly rips the armrest off as he uses more than enough force to move it into position for him to sit down, undersized khakie shorts squeaking in protest at the added abuse. "Roit, now, wot questions, ya goht?" He drawls, as he turns to face- "Mistah, Hammoned." He amends quickly, his glistening brow, now starting to bead.
Raising an eyebrow at the well muscled mans nervousness, Hammond pulls over the dossier compiled on Tarq over the past week, as well as the initial resume. With the two items set before him, Hammond pulls a pair of reading glasses and sets, them delicately upon the bridge of his nose, then lifts the resume folder. "So, according to the journal entry's you added to your resume, I quote "Day 38, Isla and peninsula got into a fight, had to beat both raptors senseless, before dragging them to separate pens, so they wouldn't be able to try and kill each other again", Really, how did you manage all of that without getting mauled to death?"
"Peninsula, ya said, now, thah brin's back some memories. Sos, I was just checkin, th'gard'n when over by the beast pens, their was ah, commotion or sommit. N'y how, when ah got over, Isla had peninsula's arm in her jaws, while peninsula was tryin is best to gnaw off Isla's tail, sos ah, ran over, jumped th'fence, then punched peninsula on both sides o' is ead, while also preparing to knock some sense into Isla as well, however when peninsula dropped like a rock after I beat him, Isla let go as well." Tarq, quickly elaborates over the results of that particular incident, how Isla gained more status in pack priority, while Peninsula refused to acknowledge that Isla earned her position as matriarch of the pack, and would continue challenging her until the day he died. "Sorry bou', thah, Got, off, on ah tangen; their, 'nyway tah make ah lon' story shorh', Ah, only beat one O th' Freshies, while th' other go' th' message roih quick." He says passionately, as he holds an imaginary creature in a headlock and gives it a nuggy, brow dried, and his smile shining brightly for to see.
Having heard, enough tall tales in his time, Hammond would like to think himself good at telling both the character of an individual, and being capable of catching would be liars, and Tarq's impassioned story, hit too few of the notes he was looking for regarding, liars, and despite how fantastical the tale seemed, the retelling was too fluid,and scenario too linear to have been fabricated. "Fascinating, if you have more stories like that one I'd hire you as part of our Handler crew, but your application clearly states you want the Game warden position, granted while you DO, have my approval, that position is determined to my old friend, Robert Muldoon." Pushing aside the Dossier, not having a need for it in this situation, and Stands up with enough force that the chair bounces off the filing cabinet behind him, John Hammond reaches a hand over the table, extending it towards Tarq,
"Even if you are not accepted for the game warden position, I'm sure I can find another position for one of your... unique talents, Mr. Tarq, so welcome. Welcome to Jurassic Park." He finishes, while Tarq finally catches on, and rushes to try and grasp the offered hand, chair falling in the process, as he grasps the offered limb, an offered lifeline.
"Thanks yah's Kahndly Mr, Hammond I's really lookin forard, to the chance yahs givn meh!" The well muscled Australian, blurts out as they shake on the deal.