Odd Jobs [Open for students]

[KREVA]

Today Kreva was all suited up in the latest Hugo Boss runway, smart and swanky and very self-assured in his already confident stride, taking hearty steps down the corridors with a first-year student in tow, who was helping him carry a large box of documents over to the staff room. Passing by the bulletin board, the man noticed a couple responses and checked his watch.

It was about time for the kids to come in and collect their jobscopes. Good.



He strolled into the staff room and took a seat in the meeting room to wait for the student interviewees.

[Akiya]

Akiya checked his watch for the time. Good. He wasn't late. It wasn't proper to be late for an interview, and actually, he was rather 30 minutes early for his interview. Akiya had made sure that he wore his uniform properly and that his hair was not disheveled. His mother had always told him how first impressions were important when applying for a job, although, for this job he guessed that Kreva-sensei already had an impression of him. Whether good or bad, Akiya didn't know. Being late that one day might have given him a bad impression, and so he had made it his mission to not be late today.

Akiya took a deep breath. He was nervous. Very nervous, and seriously, who isn't nervous when they are going to an interview for work? He knocked on the door two times, and cleared his throat as he did so.

Today, for the next couple of minutes, he would be doing a lot of talking. Oh boy.

[KREVA]

Just as the door went a-knocking, it opened to reveal the fresh face of a first-year student excusing himself from the teacher's company. The poor boy nearly knocked facefirst into Akiya, apologised profusely and left. That adorable scene had Kreva in a good mood and he chuckled some, lifting a hand and gesturing to the third year.

"Close da door after ya, kiddo!"

His infamous lopsided grin showed upon those masculine features, with one hand jammed in his pockets and the other toying with a pen and resting on the table, the man was the epitome of cool. Sleek grey suit, italian silk shirt, his curly locks tied to a samurai knot and complete with a spritz of Davidoff's signature cologne, Kreva exuded style.

He INVENTED style.

"So whutcha got, Akiya-kun? Ya still be owin' Dr K detenshun, aight? Hahaha!"

[Akiya]

Akiya's first instinct was to apologize as well as the student almost knocked in to him. It was a habit to apologize even if he hadn't done anything wrong and looked at the student go. Akiya came in and closed the door after he was told to and went to stand in front of Kreva-sensei's desk. He had been told that he shouldn't sit unless told to, and that's what he did.

He blinked and nodded when Kreva-sensei told him he still owed him a detention, "Yes, sir," he said. He cleared his throat once again, "I... Would like to apply for the session guitarist position, sir," Akiya said in the most polite speech that there was. It was a must to know if you wanted a job in Japan. He mentally cursed at his father for having taught him all of this when he was still young. He sounded like an old man already!

[KREVA]

"Whoa. Hahahaha! Aye, relax, siddown, have a coffee 'n shizz. No need 'ta be all formal....YET."

Kreva waved Akiya's words off, grinning broadly as he stretched out a leg from underneath the table to kick the opposite chair out, in a casual offering for the other to sit down.

"Dere ya go."

He gestured again in a charming fashion now, animated as ever.

"AIGHT! Imma needja 'ta fill in all these forms fer me, mmkay? Just roughly, name age sex height weight addy 'n all. Dis an attachment programme with the Academy...so...don't fuck up, ya hear?"

The lecturer pushed a set of stapled papers over to Akiya across the table, along with a mug of coffee.

[Akiya]

Akiya sat down and felt himself relax slightly. It was the coffee that caught his attention. Coffee. Akiya tried really hard to concentrate on what Kreva-sensei was telling him. He looked over the forms, and that's when he allowed himself to take a sip of the bitter liquid. He was in heaven.

"Do you know from what time until what time I would have to work if hired?" Akiya asked as he looked up to the lecturer. He would need to schedule his day properly if he got the job, that way he could get everything done in time.

He took another sip of the coffee as he started filling out the forms carefully and making sure he read everything properly before signing.

[KREVA]

"Nopes! Not exactly, kiddo, but around evenin's after classes yeap."

At least there was a rough estimation.

"Uh...lessee....just on Wednesday 'n Friday nights. At somma club at Ikebukuro. Details over here. Check it out."

Kreva placed a leaflet over Akiya's documents even when the student was still in the midst of diligently filling them out.

"Pay's aight. 'Bout 3000yen an hour so depends. Gotta be ready fer requests though. Can you do dat?"

[Akiya]

Akiya took out his planner and looked it over. He was glad to note that on Wednesday and Friday evenings he was free, that is unless some project was scheduled or something like that, but other than that, he was free.

Akiya perked up at the sound of the the estimated amount of money he would earn an hour. The payment was definitely decent and he would do anything to gain that money. He needed a source of income desperately. "If I couldn't do that, I wouldn't be looking for a job," Akiya smiled, knowing very well that with his kind of job, you needed to be ready for any request the client will have. Well, that sounded wrong in his mind, but he knew what he meant.

He looked at the place he would be working. It will be nerve-wrecking at first, but he was sure he could do the job properly.

[KREVA]

"Kay kay. But dere's tryouts so...you guys gotta chin up, aight? So far dere's three of you vyin' fer dis position but...best of luck neways."

Kreva reached out to grasp Akiya's hand in a friendly street-greeting sort of way, shaking it well to show his encouragement and it was sincere.

"AIGHT! Getcher ass out dere 'n do gud fer dat audition! Ikebukuro's Club Zap! Geddit? 6pm t'morrow night, don't be late! Imma in-charge fer dis internship so, if anythin' just call my keitai!"

Kreva dropped his namecard over Akiya's documents again.

"Now shoo! Shoo!"

[Akiya]

Akiya smiled and shook Kreva-sensei's hand. He finished the coffee in one gulp before taking the documents and the namecard with him. Before he exited out he made sure to bow before excusing himself and leaving. He had a chance to get a job. Of course, he had to audition, but, it was an opportunity he couldn't let slip by.

[die]

Fashion was something one either had or didn't. In Die's case, it was 'have... when I feel like it'. Despite the foreknowledge of needing to present a modicum of professionalism, the redhead wore a pair of fairly new jeans, minus the requisite faded areas or the artful (or accidental) tears to show off a bit of skin. They were cut boot style and he had a pair of awesome black leather boots on his feet to complement 'just so'. Instead of the standard white tank, he sported a pressed white t-shirt that hugged his form quite flatteringly and over that, a red checked chambray that had been worn into a state of such softness that a tug too hard might actually tear the damn thing. His hair was brushed back and out of his face - mostly - and he only had a pair of rings between both hands.

Casual -- and stylish. Yet rouge-ish around the edges to make him comfortable. Outside the office, Die glanced at his imaginary watch and gave the door a single rap to announce his arrival.

[KREVA]

Just in time too, as Akiya just left out from the door.

"Aight! C'mon in, Red. Siddown."

Kreva poured a fresh cup of coffee for the student, shoving a whole new bunch of documents over. Interesting how repetitive such a task could be but at the same time, the lecturer could find differences with each and every one of his students' reactions.

"Whutcha want from Dr K t'day?"

Putting on a fake Mafia accent and placing a pen in his hand to mimick a cigar.

[die]

No cream, no sugar? Sliding the mug aside, Die made room for the papers and scooted a little closer. Job. Part-time or not, was an annoyance.

"I heard hopes and dreams were for sale, but I'm a broke bastard. Apparently," he added wryly. Leaning against the back of the chair, Die nodded at the stack of papers. "You need all that filled out?" Seemed excessive.

[KREVA]

"Yesssssh, cuz yer ass is still under da custody of da school, uh huh, so yeah. If anythin' happens to ya, we're responsible."

Kreva explained patiently as he went tap-tapping with the pen in his hand, starting to do some odd pen-twirling as he studied Die's handsome features. Well, this one's a looker, and not like most of the other pansy creatures that signed up with the Academy.

"Broke no more, yo! Go fer dat audition, get da job, yer rich, Red!"

[die]

"Rich," Die scoffed, but he sat up straighter to start filling out forms right then and there. He might have asked to take them with him, but they were on his time now and 'Dr. K' could suffer through the skritch and scratch of his pen. "How many people have gotten rich being at this school?" he asked. Idle conversation. He could concentrate on meaningless conversation while adding information he was well acquainted with on some form.