<a class="postlink" href="http://data3.whicdn.com/images/72347133/large.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Age: 26<br/>Species: Human<br/>Occupation: PNC<br/>Appearance<br/>Hair: Wavy, Dark Chocolate Brown<br/>Eyes: Chestnut Brown<br/><br/><br/>PNC; one of the deadliest jobs yet one of the most sought after. Sitting in the lobby like waiting area she took a good long look at it, taking it as much as she could. Though it was only a waiting area it was the fanciest place she had been ever been in. One leg crossed over the other she tried to make sure her ‘little black dress’ remained modest. From what she saw around her she was probably one of the calmest there. Others fidgeted while some were actually crying, evne before they went in.<br/><br/>The speakers above crackled above them; “Miss Robin.” A voice called pulling her attention away from those around her. Standing she straightened her dress, hip length hair falling free without restraint, some resting over her shoulder. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked into a very dark room. The only light see could see was the one where she would sit. Though she was nervous she appeared calm on the surface. She had seen what happened to those before her and for a split second wondered what she was getting herself into, but only for that moment. She knew why she was there.<br/><br/>Taking a seat she sat straight backed yet relaxed her eyes going to the one who asked her questions. He appeared tired and that kind of annoyed her but she held her tongue about it instead answering; “The sight of blood does not affect me.” It really didn’t, working at a bar she’d seen enough of it through fist fights that she’d gotten used to it. Her eyes did not leave the one asking the question though she was curious about the others there.<br/><br/>A frown slightly touched her brow for a moment before she regained her composure. “As I had said before, the sight of blood does not affect me.”<br/><br/>She had to think for a moment on the second one, “Threshold for pain I would say is pretty high and no knives do not make me nervous.” There again she’d seen enough at work to not be surprised by things. She’d also been stabbed once so there was always that. The question of why pulled her back to her previous doubts but she pushed them aside and said confidently. “I’ve applied because my work at the bar is not enough to pay for my mother’s medical expenses.”<br/><br/>Her head tilted slightly at the last question so far when she replied; “I would be good PNC because of everything I had said previously and I will be boring or timid.”