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"Any chance you're here for a job somewhere else?" he asked in a friendly tone with a matching stare.
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She'd considered bringing a bag, wearing something that looked like workout clothes. But the fact of the matter is that she'll be working in clothing like this, more than likely. And if she was going to prove herself to him, she wanted to do it while dressed as she would for her possible new position.
All the same, she did remove her shoes at the door, placing them neatly where they belonged before making her way to Derek.
"Cassandra Cain-Wayne."
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"You won't necessarily get to warm up on the job but you don't have it just yet so feel free to stretch or do what you need to before we start. There's two or three scenarios I'm gonna run you through."
A student from his judo class (probably unknown to Cassandra) walked toward the rear of the floor space. Derek glanced toward the man's direction with acknowledgement. Both had some size on the prospective employee but that would be the case at Elysium. If it was dangerous to have her on the rave floor, there were lower incident areas he could still assign her to. But something told Derek that probably wouldn't be the case.
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Once she was done, she walked towards him, her eyes flicking between the two men. Both of them had distinct and clear voices, simple enough for her to read their bodies. It was a good sign for the test to come.
MY BAD! Lost track of this in my inbox
"Elysium isn't a bar but it does have one and alcohol flows freely enough where there's the occasional bar brawl. As security, I want my team to be able to cease and desist conflict as quickly and quietly as they can. I'll always back you in public and criticize in private if there's anything that needs correcting. We don't want to call for medical if it can be helped but FYI, one of the club partners is a medic if it comes down to it."
Derek turned back to his student and yelled, "Hey, Man. Hands off! That's my girl!" then proceeded to shove the other man. The first fight was kept as a simple shoving match for her to break up. She'd face a second where punches were thrown and the two guys would be entangled. The third, they'd redirect their aggression towards her--stopping if it was too much.
[ooc: Don't know if you wanna do the fighting play by play. I can edit, if you rather. I'm not good at them but I'll try! ]
...well I just did the same thing so... even? *facepalm*
When there were punches, those were grabbed and redirected, held as she informed them that they would be asked to leave.
And for the last, the same was done: it was clear that she had no intention of throwing any punches or kicks if she could possibly at all avoid it. Instead, she used her strength and her skill to harmlessly redirect, to dodge, and to control her combatants with an eye for keeping the conflict close enough that they shouldn't flail out and harm anyone else. The general feel that one would get from seeing her in action was that she could do significantly more than she was doing, and that at all times, the fight was in her control.
"Sufficient?"
lol, We're obviously birds of a feather
Morgan looked to his help and engaged in a handshake pulled into a slight shoulder bump with a pat to the man's back in thanks so the kid could be on his way. He immediately looked back to Cassandra. "You can have any position on the security team that you want. With what you just did, you can easily handle what typically goes on there," he told while leading the way off the open floor space, in case anyone else wanted the area.
"I'll let Izzy know you're on your way. It shouldn't take her more than a day to get everything done paperwork-wise, if that. One of us two will let you know when you'e clear to start." Derek recently lost one of his assistant managers and now had Cassandra in mind for the spot. He'd observe her work ethic for a week or two before offering.
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"I'll go wherever I'm needed on your team. Is there a dress code for when I'm at work or is this sufficient?"
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"There's something of a uniform. You get to select what style clothing you like best but it's pretty much a dark top and bottom. You'll get an allowance for footwear once a year. Can't be anything where the sole will mark the club floor or a heel that can cause damage to the flooring and people."
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"I usually wear black."
Pretty much consistently. She was the type who'd wear black until they figured out a darker color for her. Less goth about it, more ninja.
"And I don't wear heels."
...she'd tried Barbara's costume once. Never. Again.
"I'll get the uniform when the paperwork is done?" Headtilt. "And my first shift?"
and then there was a slight rl/rp slump, sorry
He gave a nod at her first question, taking a sip of water from his nearby water bottle that he swooped up as they walked past. "Is gonna depend on how quick Izzy can clear you to start. I've gotta check the schedule and see where the holes are. If she can start you by tonight, I'll be in around eight to check the line up for the night."
Meaning that Cassandra could contact him if she wanted to pick up hours ASAP.
no worries at all ^_^
She considers what he'd said, running a hand absently over her hair before turning back.
"I will stop by around eight. If you have work for me and everything is clear then, I'll stay."
She smiles a little, the first real expression of something closer to happiness.
"I may stay anyway. I like dancing."
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"Just ask for me at the door. I'll let them know I'm expecting you." Derek concluded without teasing, still holding a friendly grin. He liked her gumption. Cassandra was a keeper.
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Then she looks around the dojo.
"Would I be welcome to return here?"
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"Then I will come to both."
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