forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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"I've read your file, yes," Casey said, setting down her teacup. "But I was curious what else you could tell me about yourself, and what you would assume I meant when I asked you to tell me about yourself. Please, go on."

Sam swallowed, an angry red mark forming on his wrist, which he was still scratching furiously underneath the table. "I- Well, I do a lot better in life-threatening situations than interviews, I can tell you that. If I know my, or someone else's, life depends on it, my anxiety will sort of just… evaporate. Like.. reverse stage fright. The rehearsal is horrible, but once I'm actually on stage it's good." Realizing how much he was rambling, Sam turned pink. "I'm a bit.. a lot.. of a peacemaker– when it comes to personal affairs. I don't like conflict between teammates, and in the past I, uh, I've usually been the one to solve things."

"I see," Casey said thoughtfully. "That's an interesting position you've put yourself in. Now, Sam, you do understand it is very possible you would die on this mission, correct? Tell me how you feel about that." Casey leaned back in her chair.

Hesitation flickered briefly across his features– should he tell the truth? "To be honest, I don't really mind the idea of death. That's not to say that I'll– that I'll put myself in stupid situations no matter the risk, obviously, but I'm not scared of dying." I used to want it.

"For your sake and mine, that's a good thing. So how did you get started in criminal activity Sam?"

(dw about it)

Sam swallowed, the pain on his wrist beginning to spread further down his hand. "Junior year of high school. I already knew how to hack, I'd been interest in computers since sixth grade. A kid tried to alter the report cards to give Julie and I bad marks, I hacked his computer first. After that, I sort of became addicted. Discovered how corrupt the government was. Julie and I began disrupting events for fun. That's about it." He left out one important fact, one that he would likely never share.

lol)

"Interesting," Casey said, sipping her tea. "You sound like you're close with your sister. Do you feel confident in your ability to keep a secret?" Casey was relaxed, her voice calm.

"Definitely." Of all the questions she'd asked, he was the most sure of this answer. "I've kept many things from her before, and I'm sure she's done the same."

"Good." Casey smiled a small smile. "This job would require us to be gone for an indefinite amount of time. Would that be manageable?"

"Definitely," he repeated, his wrist beginning to go numb from all the scratching.

(I'm getting second-hand stress from this boy)
"Perfect." Casey glanced down at Sam's file, then looked back at him, satisfied. "Do you have any questions?"

(oof sorry)

"No," he said shortly, his anxiety getting the better of him.

(No, no it's fine it just means you're good at writing)

Casey raised her eyebrows. "Alright." She looked at his folder. "Would you excuse me for a moment, I think a paper from your file fell out when I was looking at it last night." Casey stood and walked toward the door. "I'll be right back," she said, slipping through the door.

(oh thanks)

Sam nodded, his shoulders instantly sagging the moment she left the room. He exhaled shakily, staring down at his wrist, which was red, bruised, and covered in torn skin.

(oh np
so should I continue to write from his POV?)

About five minutes later, Casey came back through her door, holding a piece of paper. "Ah, here we, are I found it. Now, I can't remember, did you have any questions?" Casey asked as she sat down and added the paper to Sam's folder.

(alright! do you want me to post the template here?)

Sam shook his head, doing his best to breathe deeply.