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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 1:22 pm
She had managed to scrounge up a few dollars (courtesy of spare change from her laundry) to get some snacks from the store. How awesome would it be though, if she didn't have to always struggle to find some spare change? Very awesome. The writing commissions from Tumblr were well and good, but she could always do with a bit more-- Then the answer seemed to appear. Quite literally. A flyer in the window of the building she passed caught her eyed. Olga jerked to a stop and then back tracked, reading the flyer with the utmost interest. A little job, eh? Some easy money, yeah? She grinned widely, once she saw what the flyer was for. A pawn shop! She had only heard of places like these on the internet and TV! There was nothing like this back from the small mom and pop business run country town she came from. How exciting! Pawn shops were like...kind of seedy and stuff, right? Much excitement. The door swung open as Olga stepped in, her head turning this way and that as she took in the appearance of the store. "Hello?" She called out after a moment, cheerfully. "I'm here about your flyer~!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 3:44 am
The morning passed unconscionably slowly. Tuesday mornings never offered much in terms of clientele - perhaps a few strays toddled in to pawn off the latest garbage they scrounged out of the basement, but usually nothing more. Isaiah had been waiting for Mr. Sarcowicz to turn up a second time and perhaps interrogate the man about his sale of rings, but the older gentleman hadn't shown up in his shop for months. Isaiah was starting to suspect that he was little more than a traveler to these parts.
Melissa manned (or womaned?) the register, and for a while she maintained his rule of smiling and keeping her phone business covert, but even in these intolerably boring conditions, he couldn't fault her for pulling out the pink, rhinestone-studded eyesore of an iPhone she carried. Occasionally she heard her giggle near the registers while she chatted away with someone wirelessly - presumably a boyfriend, or a best friend, or simply an airhead. Though, Isaiah reminded himself, what's to say they can't all be combined.
Isaiah himself lurked in the office with both feet propped up on his glass desk. Mentally he reviewed his checklist of store needs for any hint of work that might need doing. But the counters were cleaned this morning, the jewelry checked against their inventory properly, all new merchandise received their proper tags and each empty segment of the display cases were filled within the last half hour. On his side, the schedule was written for the next two weeks, all leads on authenticating items were followed up, and payroll only needed time to process. For the first time since opening shop, Isaiah Zähne sat completely caught up on his workflow.
And he hated it.
So Isaiah donned his headphones, one conveniently strayed from his ear in case his lone cashier called his name, and the business owner resumed watching 18+ content on his personal laptop. Smartly, his desk never faced the door. Not quite as smartly, he had hung a frame against the wall behind the desk that often reflected his laptop screen perfectly when viewed at the right angle. This meant that he could no longer poker face his way through Enrique's confrontations.
But, for the first time in his post-pubescent life, Isaiah was actually delighted to hear an interruption at the door. Headphones were retired immediately and Isaiah shut the lid just as the video neared more explicit content. He started toward the display cases and paused a few feet from Melissa while remaining on the staff side of the counter. She shot him a confused look that he refused to acknowledge.
His gaze fell upon the pale-haired girl and he offered a polite "Good morning" to her greeting. Except the morning wasn't terribly good, the coffee tasted burnt, and he found nothing to do. "Have you had courier experience before, then? Or is this your first time acting as proxy and transportation for goods?" Bony fingers folded atop one another while he settled for standing about the counter to banter with the newcomer. "Isaiah Zähne," he volunteered afterward. "You are?"Lucyal hi sorry this took forever i got distracted with eventing and everything
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 8:11 am
She caught sight of the woman first, and was about to direct her questions to her before someone else appeared, in reply to her inquiry. Olga altered her course slightly, to make a bee line for the man now, raising a hand in greeting. "Good morning!" She replied, beaming, and stepped up to the counter that separated them. She also took a few moments to take in the guy's appearance, and it just added to the excitement of stepping into a pawn shop for the first time. He looked kinda goth, was her first thought, and that was cool because there weren't any kinds of people like that back home. He was also straight to the point though, which she appreciated. "Well--" She started. "I've herded cattle from horseback for miles and miles growing up! That's some kind of transportation of goods, yeah?" She gave a laugh. "I figured delivering inanimate objects around a city can't be too much harder!" She grinned, and lifted a hand to rest on the counter, but then immediately stopped. Not that her hands were dirty, but she suddenly imagined her mom saying 'mind your finger prints' on a nice clean surface. Instead, she held out her hand to the Isaiah to shake after he introduced himself. "Sol Olga Sayle! But just call me Olga!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 1:40 am
"Nice to meet you, Olga." He, personally, hated that phrase. 'Nice to meat you' implied a much happier alternative, but seeing as such actions were usually considered uncouth and frowned upon... He had to settle for the perpetually vapid greeting that everyone copped to in introductory situations.
Isaiah straightened his pinstripe coat while she looked at him, and he felt somewhat self-conscious about lacking makeup (as was always the case). His store, though, presented nicely in its walls laden with musical instruments, guns, and other behind-the-counter paraphernalia. The display cases looked loaded with jewelry, watches, personal electronics, and other high-dollar collectibles. The glass-front bookshelves toward the back end of the store featured all the signed editions of books he kept on hand, and the remaining rounders and aisles offered bulky merchandise that demanded high price for high quality. The space looked quite organized for the amount of product pushed to the floor.
The reach for the counter and subsequent backing off was noted, and approved of. She was conscientious of the cleanliness in his shop, at least. "Sorry to say you won't be herding many cows for me, and I can't say that a horse might never come through my deals, but that is transportation in a sense. What I am looking for is more delicate of a procedure." Bony fingers laced together into a lattice that sat over his stomach. "You see, I often buy art and ceramics from galleries. The problem with this, is that they often ask for you to be in attendance and personally take the piece yourself. Otherwise they'll gouge you with these exorbitant prices of professional movers. However, it's much better for the general community if I can pay some of them to obtain product for me. I'm sure you can imagine why."
Isaiah had been at the a** end of fiscal living before, and he hated to relive it. Idly he wondered if his motives were considered generous, or even charity. He doubted it. "So, if you're interested in becoming a courier for me, I'm going to give you a test first." Isaiah ducked out from behind the counter to approach the fishing side of his pawn business, and rooted around until he produced a single bauble of fine, thin glass. This he carried back to the counter and set in front of Olga before he returned to his earlier position.
"First, I'll tell you that this thing is worthless and I don't particularly care if it gets broken. Secondly, I want it transported to an address, here..." He paused to withdraw a ball point pen from pocket, and scribbled an address on the back of one of his displayed business cards. "It's the home of my general manager. It's about two miles away, so it isn't far. How you manage this is up to you - I place no restrictions on car, bike or bus. When he evaluates the state of the bauble and your packaging, he will call me with an evaluation of your success. Afterward we can negotiate price points per contract and details such as distances you're willing to travel, types of merchandise preferred, and whether you want to contract with me on a routine basis. Sound fair?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:55 pm
"It's nice to meet you, too!" Olga chirped back, and meant it, since she was an optimistic and outgoing sort. She settled for resting her hands on her hips, safe from the clean counter top (actually was this the exception to a 'typical' pawn shop? Everything she knew and everything she'd seen in the movies just didn't apply here!). She laughed. "Well, if a horse did come through here, then you could call me 'Pony Express'!" She grinned, and then nodded her head vigorously to show she was listening. Fragile things, got it. Art! Fancy things! Ooooh. This was definitely not her idea of a 'typical' pawnshop! Was she even classy enough to be handling half the stuff he was talking about? Olga glanced down to pluck at her outer flannel shirt in self-assessment before looking back up at Isaiah. "Right!" She beamed, and nodded her head even more vigorously then before. "Yeah! I am! Even more interested than before!" Oooh, yes. A test. Of course. She needed to prove her worth. Like a quest! She picked up the bauble, cradling it in a hand as she looked it over, and gasped. "But that defeats the purpose if it gets broken!" Olga stuck out her tongue a bit in thought as she pondered how to transport it. Maybe she should get her other messenger bag...and then some bubble wrap? She still had plenty from when she moved here...yes! Good! Plan set! As for how she'd get there...oh. Yeah, maybe she should ask for a bike from her parents! Why didn't she before? Her hand wrapped around the bauble for now, and she took the business card with the other, looking it over before sliding it into her flannel pocket. "Sounds awesome!" She replied cheerfully. "You won't regret this!" So eager she was to go, she turned and started to head out, but after a moment she spun right back around and came back to the counter. "On second thought---" She started, and then grinned. "You can still call me Pony Express!" She flashed him a thumbs up and then left this time without waiting for anymore instruction. Her first stop was back to her apartment, where she did dig out some spare bubble wrap, and wrapped up the item. It was taped off with masking tape, and then placed into one of her other leather messenger bags. When given a task, she'd make sure to do it right. The trek to this business manager's address had been divvied up between bus and walking (after consulting a map on her iPhone). While riding the bus, she had her messenger bag tucked securely against her chest like a newborn baby, and she only relaxed her grip when she was walking and made it to the said address. Double checking the numbers with what was written on the card, Olga knocked, and had a hand on top of her bag proudly. She was probably way too cheerful and enthusiastic as she made the interaction and transaction with the contact for something like a delivery, but alas, that was Olga. It was a mixture of a bus and a walk back to the Isaiah's pawn shop, and it was with a spring in her step that Olga appeared at the counter again, greeting with a salute and a grin. "I'm back!" She announced...obviously. Back and ready for her results, Senpai.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:33 am
The eagerness by which she left put Isaiah in good spirits - a welcome change from the grueling bore of the day. However, as soon as she departed, he realized that he gained nothing to work with and nothing to reorganize, sort or clean to pass time. Additionally, the only change that occurred in that span was the passing of five minutes without his constantly staring at the clock. But now he was left in a woefully dull shop with only an obnoxiously dense cashier to keep him company.
Well - her, and porn.
Most of his afternoon passed with the latter in his office, and he managed only a handful of customers throughout the day. He settled into his third round of american girls going wild abroad, which he found entertaining in a pitifully cheesy manner, before Olga's effervescence strolled back through the door. The sound of the bell chiming so keenly caused him to jump and shut his laptop abruptly. However, with no one to admonish him for casually breaking social etiquette at work, he stood and crossed onto the floor of the business to confront her about her results. Vargas hadn't bothered to call over the matter - he isually didn't when the results came back impeccable - and instead chose to leave a text. Isaiah found it wasn't any deviation from what typically occurred with such objects.
"Back so soon, I see. I like punctuality." A pointed glance was spared toward his cashier, who deliberately found another object of interest to focus on. "Vargas sent a text about an hour ago. Said he inspected it, and he used a handheld magnifier, but didn't find any damage. You pass the initial test, but I should warn you that sometimes the items I ask you to transport won't be so straightforward. Occasionally I buy art or photographs that need considerations for bending, light exposure, dust, smearing, and other issues. Sometimes these pieces aren't prepared for archival purposes, or had been framed poorly, or sustained damage some other way that you will need to document prior to transport - and that is both for your own personal benefits and for my insurance claims.
"Beyond that, I'll also trade blown glass vases because of their high value and ability to hold it. However, they're a trick to transport because of their unwieldy look, and probably require a car for safe passage. The same goes for a few of the larger items I like to buy." Isaiah tapped his fingers on the edge of the counter thrice.
"So, I'll consider you a contracting courier henceforth. Doesn't that sound impressive? Already you're your own independent contractor."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 1:42 pm
Olga was just nothing short of beaming. Yes! Yes she did good. She was a good kouhai getting noticed by senpai. "I aim to please!" She replied, pumping a fist briefly. Wow...got inspected with a magnifier, huh? These guys were super serious! Not to mention real pros (thus also totally altering her expectations that the internet instilled in her of pawnshops--so much for seedy junk filled heaps)! "Right!" Olga gave an eager nod of her head. "I look forward to the challenges then!" She grinned, and flashed him a thumbs up. "I'm good at record keeping--" Came from all the time she spent taking notes, writing down thoughts, and recording stuff for her writing "So when it's time to take note of things, no worries!" She continued to nod her head in understanding as he continued to speak, though her cheerful expression warped immediately upon the mention of a car. She grimaced. "Well...er...I don't have a car but--" She didn't want to sound incompetent, or like a quitter though, so she was wracking her brain for an alternative-- "Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "When we cross that bridge, I'll ask a friend if I can borrow hers!" There. She thought Nadia had gotten a car...or heard her mention it...maybe she could borrow it? She'd have to ask! The grin was back though, splitting her face from ear to ear as she laughed. "It sounds too legit for me, actually, but I'm excited none the less! Does this mean I get to call you Boss-Man?" There was a brief pause as she thought about something else. "Oh! Do I need to fill out any paper work or sign anything right now?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:11 am
This one seems so enthusiastic that I'm starting to wonder if I'm dead on my feet. Idly a pair of fingers came to rest on his neck, and when he was certain he counted a pulse, it rejoined his other hand in a loose clasp at the edge of the display case. This one maintains such a high level of energy that I'll probably want to take a nap afterward. Isn't that curious? I should've told her to run this bauble down to Vargas on foot.
Isaiah expected a certain level of self-promotion, and the assertion of being good at record-keeping fell under that umbrella nicely. Isaiah only hoped she knew to take copious photo evidence before transporting goods; training documentation was available upon request, but he wasn't certain if Olga could sit through a headline, let alone an actual information packet. "There are also more locally-oriented tasks, too - some of my business goes to people who keep odd hours that I can't necessarily maintain, and are an easy twenty-minute walk from here." Isaiah wasn't certain he trusted this notion of borrowing a car, as he found that the average person often neglected auto care to an abysmal level, but he decided against mentioning it. The car conundrum would wait until they found the need to address it.
The idleness in his hands did not last, for his fingers soon found the bauble and began rolling it along the glass seam in the cabinet's frame. An easy smile crossed his lips at the mention of the nickname. "I answer to many things." He almost considered such a statement as evasion of the truth, for Isaiah answered to so many different names that he hardly kept them straight. "I don't think Boss-Man would be so terrible." Certainly it ranked higher than 'hey you', 'a*****e', and 's**t-for-brains'.
"There's no actual paperwork to fill out, as you'll be considered an independent contractor." Isaiah seized the bauble and tapped it against the counter gently. "If I asked you to fill out an employment application, the government might come along and mistake you for a formal employee. Can't have that; it gets messy." Finally he turned from the girl and checked a filing cabinet pressed flush against the wall, whose bottom drawer bore the label of 'blanks'. Papers trilled beneath practiced fingers until he found the particular document he needed, and pulled it from the overstuffed file. Afterward he straightened and laid it atop the counter for Olga to inspect. "This will authorize me to run a background check, which is standard practice for any employment. If you've been employed before, you're probably familiar with the process. All you need to do is sign, initial, and provide some rudimentary information to establish identity. Next, I would normally ask for insurance information for the car, but we'll sort that out if you wind up borrowing your friend's car. And the paper beneath this little background check form is a disclosure that you're an independent contractor rather than an employee, some legal dissertation on the difference, and you'll sign at the bottom to acknowledge that you've read and understood it. If you have any questions, just ask - hell knows it's dead in here right now."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:15 pm
"Oh---that's not a problem!" Olga assured, raising a hand. "I keep odd hours too!" Like not going to bed consistently until 3 or 4 AM and then getting up at 7 AM. "So odds are I'll be available! I'm also a student at DCU, so it's not like I'm working a 9-5 during the week." Bless the class schedule. "Just give me a call or a text---Oh! Speaking of!" She pulled her iPhone out of her back pocket and slid the screen until she got to the 'new contact' section, and slid the phone over to him with a smile so that she could get his number. "Alright--Boss-Man is it!" It's what she put him under in her phone too. First name 'Boss', last name 'Man'. "Huzzah! So under the table kinda, yeah?" She grinned. Worked for her! "Sure, no problem!" She fished around her bag for a pen, and tucked it behind an ear as she unrolled the sleeves of her flannel shirt. Once they fully covered her arms, did she lean on the counter edge to pour over the forms she was presented. Despite her high level of energy, reading was part of her career path, so she focused intently on what she was reading. She nodded her head idly to show she was listening, and when questions were offered, she grinned while reading. "How long have you been in Destiny City for, huh? How long have you had this shop for?" Business was great and all, but she really wanted to get to know the guy behind it too!
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:14 am
Isaiah's lazy gaze fell upon the phone, and its presence there wrought a smile from him. And when was the last time someone just pushed their phone in my direction? It certainly wasn't under circumstances like these. To be difficult, Isaiah simply pulled his business card from one of the beveled wooden holders near where he stood. The card was placed upon the screen and slid back toward her. Inwardly he decided that such occasions of typing his number into the 'contacts' section was reserved for lovers.
Calling their deal an arrangement made 'under the table' earned a half-lidded glance. "No, it isn't - it's legal, but there's less... expectation as one would have for at-will employment. I don't expect you to show up looking for work all the time, and you don't expect me to call all the time, which, by the way, I will do if it's acceptable per your terms. There's nothing worse than having a pressing need and no one to call." He thought, then, of sixteen different voicemails left to unreceptive ears. "Independent contractors can pick up work when they desire it, rather than operating based off a fixed schedule that's mandated by the supervisor. You make your own hours, essentially."
Isaiah hunched over the counter again when it became obvious that his latest recruit wouldn't leave without a ceaseless dissertation on his personal life. Isaiah found the practice obnoxious, but he said nothing of it as he didn't want to ruin such a recent arrangement. Olga essentially agreed to do him favors, so he could spare a few personal questions to retain the agreement. "I moved here from New York City, actually, where I had inherited a pawn shop from its last owner. Ron Sterling retired when I was still the general manager there, so he left the business to me. I ran it for about..." He folded hands together in a lattice while he considered dates and mathematical accuracy. "A year and eight months before I decided that it just wasn't feasible to live in New York.
"After selling the business, I moved out here about three months ago and struck up business again with the money from that venture. As you can see, it's doing pretty well out here. And the cost of living isn't exorbitant, either. Surprisingly, it's gone quite smoothly for a city under siege by terrorists and all that." See also: youma. See also: Negaverse agents.
"What about yourself? What are you studying?"Lucyal oh god your sig, it's painful
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:23 am
Olga stared, and watched her phone come back with a business card on it. She then cackled, amused. "Oooooh alright~" She hummed, and picked both up to record the number from the card into the phone herself. She tongue stuck out a bit as she tapped the numbers in, listening to him, and then laughed. "Aw, man, Boss guy, you're just destroying all my expectations of pawn shops!" She teased, finishing up saving the number, and tucking both her phone and card into her pocket. Olga's bright expression briefly disappeared, as one of the utmost seriousness took it's place. "Please. Call me all the time. I mean it." The more jobs she did the more she'd get paid. She had no qualms about possibly sniping every other courier's job if it meant she'd get paid. Give her all the jobs. She resumed her paperwork, listening intently, and whistled appreciatively. "Wow! NYC! Ah...yeah, I hear it's crazy expensive..." Also how interesting he came here from there! Also, there was something of a relief that he was kind of new to the area as well. She almost expected him to have been here for a few years... Wait. Olga was just finishing up and signing her name when she immediately stilled, and stared at him with wide eyes. "Terrorists?" She echoed, so focused on this tidbit she didn't answer his own questions. A vision of a man in a military inspired uniform popped up again, with some weird ability that sapped her energy when he touched her. It couldn't be related...could it? Strickenized Is it worse than the Hue-manatee? : ' D
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:35 pm
"I suppose if you expected all pawn shops to be derelict secondhand stores with questionably obtained merchandise, then yes, I am." His irritation was not yet present in his voice; while Isaiah bristled at her comment, taking some personal offense in the matter, he reacted to it by dropping beneath the counter to rearrange the jewelry display. Splitting his attention often worked for dissociation somewhat; he expected she wouldn't mind, as he was currently on the job. "Pawn shops can be expected to, in some capacity, work with the police. I've had to call and report people for attempting to sell stolen wares to me. It gets especially obvious when I'm inspecting a gun and the serial number's scratched up..."
Isaiah stood after changing the jewelry to the nth permutation of aesthetic display, and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll call when I need you, then." Isaiah left temporarily to seize a ledger, and upon returning, opened it up to add Olga's name to a considerable list and peppered a series of checkmarks in the subsequent columns. The new courier carried herself much too exuberantly and exhibited a distinct 'country folk' vibe that rendered her ineligible for the jobs that demanded a certain level of formality and professionalism, but surely she wouldn't mind odd jobs like obtaining non-regulated hand-carry items from private owners. Guns were most often the choice item there.He anticipated the need to explain the firearm transport laws to her if such a task was sent her way. Although, he enjoyed the thought of her calling him from jail and asking why she was there for carrying an unloaded but unlocked and in-reach weapon.
Not everyone carried common sense.
Her enthusiasm diminished palpably at the mention of terrorists, to which he raised his attention to her. "Yes, terrorists. They're good for business. It's why my collection of guns constantly looks half-empty." He avoided explaining how the terrorist epidemic benefitted the entirety of his business through purchasing items from the beleaguered at ludicrous prices, and in return charging higher amounts to those desperate enough to purchase from him for convenience or accessibility purposes. She needn't know his practical side to such an extent.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 6:29 pm
Her brows knitted and her expression turned dubious briefly. Wow. Maybe she had gotten in way over her head. Er...no. She came in with low and stereotypical expectations...but still... this seemed way more legit than college. Olga made a mental note to hit up the University library soon to do some reading...she needed to learn more about...legitimate business practices and...law. This job she thought would be a breeze was suddenly looking to not be as easy but there was a challenge in that she found exciting. "Right..." She murmured, sounding a bit distracted before she snapped back to attention. Her head turned to look for the mentioned half-empty gun collection, and she straightened from being hunched over the counter, and rolled her sleeves back up. "Do these terrorists...um...have a specific look by any chance...?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 1:53 am
"Mmm..." Isaiah's mouth drew into a line while he recalled his experiences with the various factions. While a few tie-ins existed across the breadth of one faction or another, as patiently explained to him by his comrades, Isaiah personally thought that such specific information needn't be disseminated to the public by him. Identifying himself as involved had not yet become a useful business tactic for him. "It's hard to say. I haven't seen that many. Mostly the common factor I've found is that they all dress moronically. Skirts and frills and lace and all these strange accessories that would make one stick out in a crowd. I personally think that, if I were to terrorize a city, I'd want to look anonymous.
"And then, of course, there's the monster stories." He smiled at her, then diverted his gaze toward the windowed store front. He found no one loitering about outside. A shame; he hoped to have some work to do. "If you're interested in these things, you might want to check the local library for some of the previous newspapers. If you're lucky, you might find a few descriptors. YouTube might have a few amateur videos of them, too.
"Is there anything else?" Payroll called, as much as he loathed it. Still, his employees generally wanted to be paid for their work - even the slackers. And while conversing with Olga looked like an option to pass the entire day, he found it rather tactless to shoot the s**t with her while his cashier quietly died of boredom on Facebook.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 2:10 pm
"Skirts and frills and...what...?" Olga stared at him, baffled, and not exactly what she was expecting! She was hoping for a description of guys in black military uniforms---was there more she needed to look into? Point taken though, at wanting to be anonymous--- Wait... what. Monsters. Was he joshing her? Then of course he had to smile at her too after he said that. Sure, she had heard some things when she'd been researching DC...but she didn't look too hard into it because well--- her parents. If it looked well... bad there was no way they would have let her come here. Hmmm. "Ah, right!" She snapped her fingers after he helpfully ignited the light bulb in her head. The public library! Why didn't she think of that before!? Mentally, Olga already had her foot out the door with this new lead to go chase. "Nope---I think that'll do me---" She started to turn, towards the physical door, but immediately stilled, and snapped back around to face Isaiah. "Heeeeeeeey---so---should I come back tomorrow for some work or---will you call me when you have something?" He said be pro-active, but also to expect calls too!
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