Anton was seen along the streets passing out flyers for the upcoming recruitment drive of the newly incorporated Pasadena Bionics Co. 

The poster read as follows:

Doc Ref: R.D 001

S/N: HR0210001

Pasadena Bionics Co.

Recruitment Drive

 

If you are still reading at this point, I am sure you are currently looking for a job. 

First off, a little bit on Pasadena Bionics Co. 

We are currently operating within the splendid city of Los Angeles, located on 24th East Colorado Street, Pasadena. 

We are a company where we manufactures all kinds of technological marvel, which includes, futuristic mechanical hands, to something simple as a wooden prosthetic leg. The future is here, and your future is with us. 

We are currently hiring for security, marketing & sales, accountants, or even a Janitor. We look for all kinds of talents!

To start off, we offer competitive payment schemes and other perks such as housing, dental and so much more!

Come to the Los Angeles Business District to find out more! 

or you may contact one of the following representatives of the Pasadena Bionics Co. Simply Fill in the form behind of this page and post it to them!

Pasadena Bionics Co. Boss- BigBoss

Pasadena Bionics Co. Rep - Anton Giovanni

Pasadena Bionics Co. Rep - Matt Foley

 

 

We hope to hear from you soon!

 

 

 

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Pasadena Bionics Co.

 

 

Name: 

Gender:

D.O.B:

Place of Birth:

Nationality:

Previous Employer Details (if not applicable, put N/A):

Department of Interest (pick one): Security/Accounts/Finance/Research or: ____________

Asking Pay:

Hobbies:

Most recent Deceased Relative(Company's Insurance Company policy requires this):

Favorite kind of fish: 

 

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With a mild sun late in September, atmosphere in Los Angeles was just how Rob liked it. The meetup didn't really require him to be on the West Coast as the ships coming in from Canada have been part of his bootlegging network for years. The shipments didn't need inspection, because both parties involved knew to treat each other fairly. The harbour officials were more than happy to comply in exchange for the boost to their salaries. And by the time Rob was downtown to get some food, the first trucks already left the city to distribute the liquor and smuggled beers to locations across the country.

On his way to the diner, which Rob knew to have delicious lemon-curd cheesecake, he had this promotional flyer pushed in his hands. Having read over it he realized he wasn't in need of a prosthetic leg, nor a job. Because of that he passed the flyer along to a sturdy looking local who wandered down the streets in opposite direction.

"It's good to see new businesses appear here in Los Angeles." Rob said to one of his associates. "The great depression hit a lot of people in the country, but luckily there are still those that are ready to do business and make a future for themselves."

Jimmy was walking down the street hoping to find a soup kitchen nearby when he saw a guy put a poster up indicating work was available. Always preferring working over a handout Jimmy quickly walked over and grabbed one of the forms. Rushing back to the room he was staying in he filled it out and put it in the mail hoping that this could be his break.

Valysha was stepping out of her white limousine when a flyer was blowing in the wind and slapped upon her right leg. She just so happens to see what is written on it enough to bother to pick it up, as she noticed the word Accountant. "Hmm, I am looking for a decent paying job. This could be it!" She says to herself nodding. She hikes her leg back inside the limo and closes the door. "Take us to 24th East Colorado Street." She tells her driver and the two of them take off. "I have to drop something off there really quick." She says as she is jotting down her information on the application form.

When they arrive at the address she takes a look at the huge building. "Oh yes, this is definitely the place." She steps out of the limo and walks to the mailbox where she deposits a slip of paper. Then she gets back in the limousine and it takes off again.

Fitz had been on his way to The Selfie Shack in The Loop when he came across a guy handing out flyers, with his curiosity piqued Fitz had read through it and was impressed with what he read... until he got to a certain point. Wondering what it could mean and why such information would be required, Fitz caught up to the young guy handing out the flyers.

"Hey there, I was just reading your flyer and spotted something which made me wonder."

Fitz pointed to a certain section of the flyer

Most recent Deceased Relative(Company's Insurance Company policy requires this):

"Why is this necessary?" 

Mister Hat walks in the company building with drops of rain falling off his coat. As he walks in too the large room I immedialty  walk to the front desk. As I peer over the desk, he see's an average woman with sunglasses and is currently on an call. She motions with her hand for me too sit down and I do as she is asked. After fifteen minutes of waiting, she motions me back over to her desk, and tells me too go to the third floor where Matt Foley will talk to you. I enter the elevator, and push on the 3rd floor button and exit as it drops me off at the floor. I walkd down an narrow corridor, take an left, enter Foley's office. After the short talking too I hand in my resume and exit the building. Then I call an taxi, and go to the local bar and get a drink. 

Anton was passing along his flyers to a few more people. When a gentleman approached him. He listened to his question and Anton attempts to answer him. 

Ah good day sir, the name's Anton Giovanni. As a representative of Pasadena Bionics Co. I will try to answer as best as I could. Regarding this question. When I design the questions for the flyers, I only put this there in regards to it being a norm in our world. However, one does not necessarily require to answer that particular question, if they do not wish to.

Anton smile to the gentleman.

At Pasadena Bionics Co. we believe in Mr Rob Oakheart's vision in a non bias competitive environment for everyone, regardless of one's bloodline whether it is old or young, at Pasadena Bionics Co. we strive to make everyone feel comfortable and enjoyable when they are with us. Hence, once again to make things clearer, those who want to fill in the forms are not require to force themselves to answer any of the questions listed on the form.

Anton takes a courteous low bow to the gentleman. 

I, Anton on behalf of Pasadena Bionics Co. hopes to apologize for not making this clearer when I was designing the questions. Is my explanation sufficient or do you have any other questions you would like to ask? 

Anton gives the man a smile.  

I hate being stood up! I got a call from an old friend and after knowing that I was visiting LA, he asked to meet me for dinner. It's been 2 hrs and he's nowhere to be seen. I called the waiter and told him I was leaving.

"Give the fucking bill to the fucker who made the reservation." I could feel the other guests staring at me. I was furious! No one makes me waiting! Grabbing the half empty bottle of red wine, I stormed out of the restaurant and walked back to my hotel. After a couple of blocks, I found my friend handing flyers to the pedestrians.

I crossed the street, walked silently and tried not to be noticed. And when I was a few feet away from him, I threw the bottle of wine in front of him.

"You asked me out for dinner and you don't show up! And here I find you handing out flyers! For what?" It was more of a statement than a question.

As Anton finishes explaining the question the gentleman has. Anton was suddenly approached by none other then Ms Elize, their families goes way back as Ms Elize family was the one who thought Anton's family on the ways of our world. 

After Ms Elize snapped at Anton with the statement. Anton took out his pocket diary which has his schedules and look at it again. 

"Friday - Lunch at 12pm. "

Anton timidly and respectfully tells Ms Elize.

Erm, hello Ms Elize. Anton gave a nervous chuckle.

I think you may have got the date wrong? My diary clearly says that it's suppose to be on friday and it is lunch. 

I grabbed the diary and read the entry out loud...

"Lizzy: Friday Lunch 12 pm!" I looked at Anton then back at his diary. I turned the page and there it was. I read the entry louder than the first one.

"Elize: Wednesday 12 PM!" I threw the diary back at him then crossed my arms.

"So... you still owe me a lunch for wasting my time!" I took one flyer and read it. "Ahhh, you should have called me earlier and told me you were working today. Instead of thinking about Lizzy rather than me!"

Visiting California again was something the young Nikkita has been thinking about almost constant these last few years. As a young traveler of the country she seems to never stay in the same place very long, but it was about that time. To settle down, finally establish roots in a community, and to put all of her skills and knowledge retained over the years to good use. A decision like this brings other factors into play or more so questions:Where, How, Doing what? No thoughts came when she decided to buy the Amtrak ticket into California just knowing this is the right choice. Then came the bus rides and walking. So many miles of walking with a small dufflebag she finally came acrossed a building on the 24th East street of Colorado, Pasadena. The building only caught her eye due to the sign that finally said Public Restrooms". With a quick pace she scuttles in looking around for anything that might point her in the right direction ignoring the staff until a gentleman steps in front of her with a genuine smile on his successful face.

The gentleman asks if he can help her with anything so Nikkita's initial thought was her true mission: "Restroom". He directs her in the right direction but for some reason tells her to come speak with him after pointing to his office door. Nikkita a bit confused just agrees so she can keep going about her business. While taking care of her business Nikkita can't comprehend why that gentleman would want to speak with someone who has no reason in the building besides taking advantage of public facilities. Thoughts turn into worries and her plan to dart out the exit as soon as she is finished with everything evolved. Well she  thought..

Cracking the door to see if she has a clean get a way Nikkita spots the same gentleman that spoke to her with the same genuine smile on his face. He seems trustworthy so Nikkita figures since her choices always take her somewhere she would never regret why not go speak with the man. Another decision decided Nikkita straightens out her shirt and finger combs her hair enough to feel confidence rush back into her being. Knocking on the man's open door Nikkita realizes just then who this gentleman is...It's the Boss. Feeling the confidence drain from her body she still manages to take those many steps forward to reach infront of his desk. As soon as the Boss started speaking Nikkita could feel the nerves, the tension evaporate. He was so welcoming and for some reason thought this nobody girl could be apart of his business..

Feeling apart of the place just by how willing the Boss is to even reach out to Nikkita, she decides to go find the person the Boss spoke of to get started: Anton.