feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote,
@ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

applications;
After reading the rules and FAQ, and placing a reservation, you're finally ready to apply!

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Player
Name:
Are you 17+?:
Personal Journal: (LJ is fine.)

Contact Information:
AIM: (mandatory)
Email:
Timezone:
Availability:
Other:

Past RP Experience: (if you don't have any that's fine, but providing links or names of characters/places you have RPed before would help the mods evaluate your skills.)

Character
Name:
Age:
Sexuality: (what gender they prefer in their personal lives and what gender(s) they find acceptable to be paired with in movies.)
Role in company:
PB:

Background History: (min. 300 words.)
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: (min. 200 words.)

Sample Post:

First Person (min. 200 words.)

Third Person (min. 200 words.)

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If you're having trouble thinking of anything, you may use one of the prompts below. Using these is entirely up to you!

Prompts
- Gambling
- Success
- Dare
- Cellphones

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Hashirama Senju [Part 6]

uchihaitachi
2009-06-08 04:01 am UTC (link)

Sample Post:

First Person

I am sorry that had to come to this point as by the law you are all legally adults and I lived with the hope that you all could act like one but it has come to my attention that many of you are keeping your cell phones on during business times. Some of you do have situation such as children or ill family members that I understand but I would like to remind you that we have a office telephone number that they can contact if something does go wrong.

The point I am trying to make is that there has been an alarmingly increasing amount of telephone calls while working and by working I mean working.

It is bad for business when you pick up the call midway through putting on a fake moan to answer a call from your boyfriend/mother/friend/telemarketer. It makes the customers feel unwanted. Yes you might not want to stare at that grotesque disfigured face or have the swinging fat slapping you in the face however, this is the job that you chose and we want to make everyone feel welcome no matter how much body hair they have.

So from now on, phones on silent or direct them through the main switchboard.

Also, there is pizza in the staff room. Feel free to take a piece whenever you have a moment to spare.

Third Person

Needless to say that when you work in a company that is open 24/7 356 days a year that there is not much time to get a quiet moment to yourself. There was always someone popping in half naked into the room which he would have to pass them a towel to cover up so they could sob their tears or voice their frustration on the bad customer they had just finished up with and needed to vent. He wouldn't say that he sympathized with them really but more empathized. It could be a rough job to go through but it wasn't something he would do. You had choices in life where your journey was yours to pick and... oh wait, he wasn't exactly in this job by choice either. That besides the point, he was there to give a friendly shoulder to cry on and then scoot them back out for some coffee and the next slob that was waiting for them.

Days were exhausting to say the least, night time was just as bad. A break was needed from all the chaos to relax and unwind before heading home thanks to one little incident involving a stapler, a forehead and now, overtime for the month without pay. This was the time when the simple things were needed to cool down, unwind, get back to a one zen state with yourself and your surroundings. Not these surroundings but just think of nature, the babbling brooks and all of that junk.

The door was locked giving him complete privacy, the iPod turned on and inserted into the docking station that played the soothing sounds of the traditional music from home, Enka, he was a sucker for. Everything could be perfectly tuned out with it all, taking a couple of deep breaths in and out, spreading his arms out to the side and then back in again to work theblood flow through his body. It was now complete. He could begin.

Out from the locked door cabinet he pulled out a tiny little bush and placed it down on the table, ceremoniously taking out his pruning clippers and placing it down on the table, laying down his gloves on the opposite side. There was nothing as relaxing as taking the time to carefully prune and sculpt a masterpiece out of a tree that took nearly half a centuries to grown. One little mistake would ruin the shape, the effect you are trying to achieve and all that money is wasted not tomention the satisfaction. You would think that it would cause more stress than anything else but no, it was far from than to Senju.

Gloves on, trimmer in hand, everything was complete. A snip here, a brush there, a stand back looking at the creation. It was only a starter in the process instead of a long drawn out project close to complete. This one was one to be worked and moulded in the way he saw inspiration, praised a few times in competitions for his showmanship. Yes, he entered bonsai treecompetitions. That was manly. Really.

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Hashirama Senju [Part 7 & Finished]

uchihaitachi
2009-06-08 04:02 am UTC (link)

You had to be careful with each clip to make sure not too much was taken off. The utmost concentration was required for this, steady hands, no distractions just complete serene peaceful.

"Seeeeeeeeeeeeenjuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The loud thud bang and crash plus the obnoxious calling of his name broke his concentration along with the jolt of shock, looking down on his desk at the fallen branch that had been snipped off leaving a gaping huge hole in his plant. His masterpiece.... the beauty.... the cost of that frickin plant to buy it! Ruined by one unhappy staff member breaking down to the door balling her eyes out. Who cares about the door but his plant!?

Senju sighed dejectedly and hung his head, placing the clippers back down on the table and pulling his gloves off one finger at a time to remove them, using the methodically slow movements to obtain nice, happy relaxation. "What is the matter?" he asked, turning around to face the sobbing girl.

Bet that door was going to somehow come out of his pay as well. "Sit down and we will talk about it." The things he done for this job.

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	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-06-08 04:16 am UTC (link)
	Damn right that's coming out of your pay. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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