Meme: Writing Sample!

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It's Monday. I'm mourning my loss of Worf and I need distractions from the monotonous work task I have in front of me today.

So let's see some of those writing samples you put together for your newer characters, shall we?

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Here, Worf is actually in Ash's writing sample!

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As grateful as Ashley was that Druitt (it was just too hard to think of him as 'Dad') and Tesla had found this place for her and given her the funds to take care of herself until she was ready to go back to Old City, she was going stir crazy sitting around doing nothing. It wasn't in her nature to be so inactive and the downtime made it all too easy for her to think about everything that had happened.

Since she wasn't big on the whole reflection thing, she decided the best thing to do would be get a job, even though money wasn't an issue. Wellspring Arms and Meditation sounded promising - at least the arms part. Meditation was too passive and thinky for her to enjoy.

She pushed open the door to the shop and stared in disbelief at the... man? creature? behind the counter.

"What do you want?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"A job," Ashley replied, not the least bit bothered by his unconventional customer service since she was far more interested in the shiny, shiny weapons on display.

"They aren't for sale," he said.

She gave him a puzzled look. "The weapons aren't for sale? Why not?"

"Owner doesn't trust people," he said. "Why do you want to work here?"

"I'm something of a gun enthusiast," Ashley explained. "And I was hoping to buy a few pieces since I had to leave most of my collection behind when I came here. Plus I heard there was a shooting range here and I'd like to keep in practice."

"You're a gun enthusiast?"

"Don't be so shocked," she said, glaring a bit.

"Okay," he said. "Tell me about this one." He pointed to one of the guns in the case.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "It's a Heckler and Koch P7," she said. "A nine millimeter semi-automatic pistol produced in Germany. Fires eight rounds and is excellent in low-level lighting conditions. Want the dimensions too?"

He held up a hand. "Not necessary. I believe you. I will call Mr. Summers and let him know there is a potential employee asking for him."

"Thank you," Ashley said, favoring him with a smile. She desperately wanted to ask him where he was from and what the deal was with those forehead ridges, but she figured insulting him was not the best course of action. Besides, there was time enough for that later. After she got the job.