[b][i]Before Class[/i][/b]
Kat woke up in a cold sweat. While she gave off the aura of someone confident and assured in what they were doing at all times, Kat was in fact actually really nervous about receiving her job for life in only a few hours. She slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom where she faced the mirror and rubbed her eyes. She wiped the sweat from her brow using a towel before washing up and putting on her outfit for the day. A regular vault jumpsuit with her 'Rattlesnakes' leather jacket on over it. She popped the collar of the jumpsuit, but kept the jackets collar down. She tied her hair back into a ponytail before making her way into the lounge area of her home. Her father was sat, reading a book while eating mole rat meat. Her mother was probably already at work, another plate of mole rat meat sat on a plate next to Kat's father. He glanced up from his book at her before looking back down and greeting her.
"Morning, Dear." He spoke, shovelling a bit of mole rat meat into his mouth. "Judgement day as they say" He said, chuckling to himself. "I remember back when I was your age, I could hardly believe it when I got my job as Vault Loyalty Inspector" He said his job title with such pride, such satisfaction that it made Kat sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe someone whose job was basically 'Make sure people love the overseer' could take pride in it.
"Yeah sure dad, whatever." She spoke, moving her 'food' around with her fork. She suddenly felt very full, the nerves had gotten to her worse than she expected. Her eyes drifted towards the clock hanging above the door.
"I'd better get going. Catch you later dad." Her voice was devoid of the usual enthusiasm and snarkyness that it usually had. This was no time for jokes.

She made her way out of the living area and into the cascading hallways of Vault 24. She met her 'goons' as she called them waiting outside the elevator for her. They made their way in and up the long, ancient elevator. Say what you will about the Vaults mechanics, but they knew how to keep an elevator running for over 40 years. Kat rifled around in her jacket pockets for anything that could help calm her nerves. She pulled out a small, crumpled packet of gum drops that she'd extorted out of the son of a raider a few months back. She popped one into her mouth and gave one to each of her two cronies. While they'd usually poke fun at any student who was unfortunate to get the elevator with them, they were all oddly silent. The atmosphere was like a graveyard, none of them wanted to talk. They were all frightened that they'd have to be waste management in all honesty. 

Kat made her way through the cafeteria and into the classroom. She took her usual seat near the middle of the classroom and bit her nails throughout the whole class, waiting for the information that would make or break her career within the vault.

[b][i]After Class[/i][/b]

Kat practically jumped with joy when she had been told what her job was. A tattoo artist of all things. It was perfect for her, she was sure the overseer would put in some sort of word with Mr. Lancaster in order to get her a job down where no one would see her, but hey presto she got the job she never knew she wanted. Her cronies didn't do so bad either, one was in mechanics and the other was 'prestigious' enough to be vault security. There was a sort of awkward sort of 'see you later' talk between Kat and her cronies before they parted ways just outside the classroom. Kat turned to see another student, Matthew finishing a conversation with one of his friends. She had never really talked to Matthew, but she'd always thought he'd make the perfect kind of goon. He didn't look like a pushover and he seemed quiet enough. A smile grew on her lips. This was the perfect chance to indoctrinate him into her gang. She walked up to him, hands in jacket pockets once more before giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"So what job did you get, Nerd?"