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7 mos ago
Current Fuck yeah, girlfriend. Sit on that ass! Collect that unemployment check! Have free time 'n shit!
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2 yrs ago
Apologies to all writing partners both current & prospective. Been sick for two weeks straight (and have to go to work regardless). No energy. Can't think straight. Taking a hiatus. Sorry again.
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2 yrs ago
[@Ralt] He's making either a Fallout 4 reference or a S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Clear Sky reference i can't tell
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2 yrs ago
"Well EXCUUUUSE ME if my RPs don't have plot, setting, characters, any artistry of language like imagery/symbolism, or any of the things half-decent fiction has! What am I supposed to do, improve?!"
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2 yrs ago
Where's the personality? The flavor? the drama? The struggle? The humanity? The texture of the time and the place in which this conversation is happening? In a word: where's the story?
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@Garattee You should write a B!tch about us.
Generally bitchin about people bitchin doesn't lead to anything good.


He's bitching about people bitching in a thread specifically designated for bitching.

Bitching about bitchers is not pathetic in and of itself, but it seems M'lady's honor has been besmirched.
@Garattee Nah, son, that's not what this thread is for. It's for calling rancid cunts rancid cunts without dragging their names through the mud. It's flaming which the mods overlook because it keeps the aforementioned rancid cunts anonymous.

Doing it here, in a controlled environment created specifically for bitching, is a lot better than trying to turn it into a public issue first by gossiping about it behind my back to your friends (she admitted to doing this), and then whoring the situation out on the status feed for easy Likes.

You're basically telling me to go back there and start the argument up all over again, so I think you're having trouble seeing the forest when there are so many trees in the way.
@Garattee Don't worry, the personal insults were in the PM chain.
Although the interview process was likened often to a double-edged sword, Jules didn't like that analogy, because it implied that one blade would hurt the wielder while the other was pushed into an enemy. That was not the case here; while one sought to trap the applicant, the other was yet another layer in the company's legal defenses. Sword and shield, then?

Anyway, Jules began with the shield: "Ms. Boulanger, we've reviewed your files," he said, "but as we begin, I'd really like to hear everything from you!" It seemed polite enough but it concealed in his cheeks his retracted venomous fangs: he had just informed the woman of her rights. After all, they had seen many more files than just her résumé and her references; they had seen her police record, her social media accounts, and everything else that could be scrubbed from the bottom of the Net's barrel. In their underhanded, sheisty way, they had just informed her of this, so if she proceeded with the interview she could no longer sue them for defamation of privacy rights; she consented to having been searched in past tense.

It sickened Jules to his stomach. But he never knew a time when things were not like this.

Then it was time to begin their attack, wielding the sword of his new analogy against her, testing her mettle: "So let's start with your work experience. I'm informed that this will be your first job. What have you been doing with your time until now?" he asked, interlocking his fingers together like fleshy cogs. Thus he had begun to test her story for discrepancies. If she was lying then she had to remember what she'd written on her résumé, in addition to handling the pressure from the interview. This entire conversation was being taped and it would be measured later against the story she had put to paper.

And thus the assessment began. Jules mentally checked off all the signs of nervousness: her palm, which when he had shaken her hand was cool and clammy, she fidgeted with and kept in constant motion. Her body language was closed and defensive. She avoided eye contact. She shrunk in her seat, trying to make herself look as little as she could. All these were the cues not of predator but prey.
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I ain't saying necessarily that I'm going to join this exercise in madness, mind! But if a successful Interest Check grabs people's attention and makes them want to keep reading, then yours is one of the most successful on this site, easily.
Say what you will, guys, but you can't deny that OP created a unique and intriguing thread! We all bit the hook hard. Very few ever see their Intchks get this popular; I certainly don't.

Not my thing. I like my vampires monstrous and rancid as fuck. Sorry to bother you.

P.S. @Keksalot Your character is awesome
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