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The door opened, followed by the click of heels on the floor as the woman entered without a word at first. Did she have the right place? It certainly seemed that way. Oh, how precious! Look at that collection of skulls! A shame they had no eyes, perhaps they had once had lovely eyes before they'd become skulls with no flesh or definition in the face. She stopped beside a shelf of jars, mismatched eyes wide and excited. Jars! Oh, she needed more of those! This visit would definitely be beneficial even if she was rejected.

There had been an ad in the paper, one that had gotten her attention. Ursula hadn't been actively looking, she had been shaking a rolled up newspaper at one of her babies scolding them for being naughty when she saw the ad looking to hire someone for this store. It certainly looked like it would be a nice place to work at!

"Hello? I'm here about your ad," Ursula called out into the shop, holding the page up as if she felt she needed to prove she wasn't lying. "I'm interested in working here." No, really?

Ah! There he was! Delightful, yes. This was off to a good start, the store was open and the owner was here. Somewhere. Where...? Oh! Ursula blinked and stepped closer to the ladder the man was standing on, watching him with curiosity. She was listening very closely to what he was saying.

"What if you sort them by date published instead?"

The books were taken and held in her arms...and they were heavier than the woman had expected. Ursula's eyes widened and she hefted them up a little bit to hold them more comfortably, looking up at the man. "Now what..?

Ursula did as she was told and looked rather confused as she was doing it. Was she already hired just like that? Just for showing up? Getting a job was so easy! Why hadn't she done this before?! Oh, right. This was a decision on a whim, she didn't..actually need the job...but it would be so much fun!

She set the books down on the desk with a sigh of relief, rubbing her arms where the books had been resting against her. "Goodness, those were heavier than they looked." Said the woman who'd probably never done manual labor in her life. The closest thing had been when she needed to roll a body over to take their eyes.

A..resume...

Oh dear.

"Well, no. I've never actually had a real job before outside of going out and collecting fear.." Ursula tapped at her cheek, looking worried at first. The worry went away the moment she caught the man's eye, and then it was immediately replaced with awed excitement. "Has anyone told you that your eyes are lovely?" That color! That shine! And it was so lucky that the scar around his eye didn't harm the eye itself! Ursula clasped her hands together, clearly reining in some kind of passionate love for the man's eyes.

Oh..if only she could just...have one. It would make a fine addition to her collection...

"A-anyway ah...yes, unfortunately no! I do not have a resume on hand but..I've always been told I am a hard worker!" No she hadn't, but she was a convincing liar.

Ursula blinked. "Untrue! I was not trying to flatter you, sir." She chuckled and shook her head, nearly rolling her eyes as if it should have been obvious. Goodness! That would just be silly! "It's a pleasure, Vincent. I am Ursula Mustanen. And I believe I am most excellent at public relations." She was a pro at looking someone in the eye, mostly because she couldn't bring herself to look away. "A trial run sounds lovely! Lead the way."