Mr_pink

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With that being said, I'm neutral. I think that we shouldn't lollygag too long in the Vault, however.

@Dirty Dan

Ditto

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I'd prefer if we were all together. Splitting into two groups can be problematic if someone leaves and there are only a few people left in one group.

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Kat felt a thump in her side and a small voice call out
"S..sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." Kat's eyes darted to the small girl like a bullet. She turned to fully face her, keeping her hands in her pockets. Her eyes suddenly grew cross, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth frowned. Her mouth opened to speak, but she was interrupted by Matthew seemingly defusing the situation and telling Kat that he hadn't yet got his results. She would have continued with her actions towards the small girl if she didn't think that Matthew would have been as good as goon as he could have been. But it actually seemed like he was sort of smart. She had learned that a good goon was a stupid one a while ago after one of her old goons had tried to convince the two current goons to betray her and follow him. Let's just say it didn't end well for him, they organized an ambush on a raider kid and purposefully let him get his arm snapped, only feigning a knife slice towards the guy they ambushed face to make it seem like they actually wanted to help.
"I'm now a fully certified tattoo artist" She answered. She turned to Mary and painfully put a smile on.
"So what did you get-" She hesitated for a bit. "Marie...?" Kat hadn't realized she got the girl's name wrong. She had only spoken to her once or twice and it just seemed sad to steal from or bully someone so....small.

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Cool posts so far. I'm curious;; How will the whole 'escaping the vault' go?

@Dirty Dan

Badly if you're there. >:)

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Name: Jick Scott-Wilson Findle
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality:
Jick is a suave, sophisticated young male who prides himself on traditionalism and family values. He is essentially what you'd get if you took a 1950s aristocrat and stuck him in the present year. Many of his older relatives often say he is 'wise beyond his years' and his penchant for reading novels that include hard information and topics make him seem a lot wiser than he actually is. He usually treats others less intelligent than him as minions or goons, but he does display some respect for others every now and again.
Bio:
Jick is a transfer student from England who is detached from his family other than his uncle and auntie who live seperate from him a few houses a way. He has moved to America in the hopes that he can get a steady job and possibly a wife in order to achieve the true 'American dream'. He lives in an apartment alone and has only recently moved in.
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Animal Form: An Owl
Psychic Strength: Compulsion
Other:

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Posted!

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Before Class
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.

After Class

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?"

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I wouldn't mind one, but don't put yourself to any extra work just for my sake.

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Will be starting at the end of the class mentioned in the OP? Or elsewhere?

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Name: Katherine 'Kat' Harris
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen
Physical Description/Appearance:
Kat stands at a tall 6 foot and weighs 170 lbs of 'pure muscle' as she tells people. Kat has crimson hair, usually kept in a ponytail and has pale blue eyes. She has a tattoo of a snake coiled around her arm, one that she'll probably regret in old age but is proud of currently. Kat is rather pale but what can you expect from someone who has lived in a vault for their entire life? She has a few scars over her body, the most noticable being a horizontal scar going across her hand.
Biography:
Kat was born as the daughter of the Vault loyalty inspector and a Marriage counselor. As Kat grew up her father was sure to fill her head with excessive amounts of vault propaganda in the hopes of making her just as loyal to the overseer as he was. He wasn't so happy when it backfired and Kat turned out to be probably the most rebellious teen Vault 24 had ever seen. She performed adequately in school, but would often disrupt classes or just not appear on some days. She formed her gang, 'The Rattlensnakes' at the age of 13 with two of her cronies who would follow her every order without delay. She got her mother to make them leather jackets with their emblem on the back which solidified the role as a gang. She gained a reputation in the vault for bullying kids and only accepting those she deemed 'tough enough' to join her gang.

She enraged her father much more when she accepted a raider boy by the name of Louis into her gang and subsequently began dating him. Suffice to say when she brought him home to her parents it was a bit more than awkward. She eventually kicked Louis out of the gang 'for being a nerd' as she put it. What she actually kicked him out for was for the fact that he had cheated on her with 'a hussie from the wastes', again as Kat puts it. Recently she took the G.O.A.T test and came out as a tattoo artist. She was sure she'd get vault security. but she puts the loss down to the fact that she actively bullied the overseers son. Nevertheless she is happy with her new position in the vault.
Work Test Results:
Tattoo artist
Other: Skills: Small Guns, Melee Weapons, Unarmed, Speech