A tired-looking man in his late twenties walks into the BPA recruitment office on Leeds. The circles around his eyes suggest he hasn't seen his bed last night. Looking around the room, which smelled like a mix of coffee and old paperwork, he grabs one of the recruiting files that are stacked on the receptionist's desk.
After filling a cup of coffee at the machine, he quickly fills in the file with a handwriting that's too curly to be reasonably readable.
' Wrote:
1). Name: Reece William Pritchard
2). Background: born and raised on Leeds as the son of an accountant and a lawyer, my childhood wasn't as exciting as I had hoped it to be. Luckily, I found my passion in tinkering with electronics.
This kept me busy for a couple of years and even got me a nice job working on ship navigation computers, but now I've grown tired to Leeds, mostly because of that damn factory smell. So, when I saw the BPA was in need of people, I figured I might as well sign up for a change of pace.
3). Do you have any ambitions within the BPA after you join? At least getting a nice rank that gives some responsibility, while still being able to remain in the field. That, and growing an impressive moustache.
4). If you could have any pet in the world what would it be? (Be creative!) A bat probably, mostly because I like walking at night and someone walking (or flying, rather) a bat on a leash is something you don't see every day.
5). //What is your Skype account name? Thryck
With a grin on his face due to the last question, he walks over to the desk and hands the paper to the lady sitting behind it.
