<div class="floatleft">(http://img15.deviantart.net/26da/i/2012/171/9/8/i_won__t_let_go_by_triztaess-d53dall.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allyk Dog (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12122225#msg12122225)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Interrogation Room, OHSPD Headquarters, Mega City Ohio, USoA<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>5:00 pm, April 1st, 2110<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akimov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12117688#msg12117688)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>--<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Standard Issue (http://i.imgur.com/6Xfuope.jpg) – without the headset.<br/><hr/>Dog smirked inwardly as the man snapped at her. Suddenly she found herself taking a liking to him. The man had bite and she found that<i>exciting</i>. All of these damn pencil pusher, pale faced, stoic management types were boring as hell - Akimov though... If he wasn't entertaining he'd probably piss her off - passion didn't have to be a possitive emotion and for Allyk fuel was fuel. She liked to stoke that fire as often as possible, it kept her feeling<i>alive</i>and present. It made the world around her still feel<i>real</i>.<br/><br/><em>"Because I go to sleep every night."</em><br/><br/>And Allyk did grin at that one, a mischievous<i>spice</i>quirking at the right corner pale unpainted lips, turning the grin somewhat lopsided. Oh yes, she liked this one. He was a<i>smartass</i>, and she fancied smartasses so much more than<i>dumbasses</i>. At least he didn't give her some bureaucratic bullshit response and that spoke volumes to her. Not many got the method to her madness, because in all honesty most people focused on the madness part more than the little undertones behind it, but there were still methods to just about every single thing she did.<br/><br/><em>"I'm here because we need someone to put this shit pile back together, and they deemed me the one to do it. As for all your other questions, we'll just keep it short, and say it ain't none of your goddamn business. Question time is over."</em><br/><br/>Despite herself, that wiped the smile from her face and she schooled her features accordingly - sitting up straight in her seat again as she went straight to business just like he wanted. That didn't change the fact that her gaze subtly glimmered with carefully restrained curiosity. "Sure thing, Bossman." She nodded, folding her hands within her lap as she left him to lead this how he saw fit. Perhaps she'd find a chance to ask him more questions later.<br/><br/>"Really?" Allyk blinked, a short laugh escaping her. "Doesn't it also say I've been a part of the police force in one way or another for the last 11 years?" She glanced to the file he had spread before him, half tempted to sit up in her seat and give it a glance over herself. "They didn't offer me<i>forgiveness</i>, Boss." She snorted, shaking her head to herself. The police never offered forgiveness, that wasn't their job, nor was it in them to forgive<i>anything</i>- just like her. "They offered me<i>redemption</i>- A chance to make good on all the shit I'd done." Incidentally, they sort of added to her list of sins in the process, but she wasn't about to start bitching about that now.<br/><br/>"Kill me? Akimov, I grew in The Narrows and I have been an officer for 11 years." And suddenly she'd grown<i>very</i>serious. "I've been shot, stabbed and broken more bones than I can keep count, witnessed more deaths than a slaughter house." She frowned minutely, that fire still brimming in her obsidian hues. "I've buried more family and comrades -<i>friends</i>- than I'd ever like to think about. If you honestly think that my own death was ever a real consideration in this application then I might have to question your own motives, Sir." She definitely wasn't impressed with the question.<br/><br/>"I didn't apply for Max-Tac because of any notion or reality of death, but despite it. It's a part of the job - it's a terrible part of the job, but a part of it nonetheless." Yes, she hated it, but that was how it was. If Peter thought she hadn't seen her fair share of loss then he was asinine. For his benefit, she assumed otherwise for now.<br/><br/>"However, if by your previous question you mean 'Why did you apply for this position', then that's simple.<i>I want this job.</i>" Not once did her gaze leave his own, nor was she fidgeting as she spoke. As a matter of fact it seemed like he held her<i>full unadulterated attention</i>right now. "I want to do something more with my life and skills than chase down thieves, druggies and abusive pricks every day. I've done that long enough, there's no more room for growth there. Your squad presents a chance for me to challenge myself and grow." And it really came down to that. She could probably write an essay on why she wanted to join in reality, but that was the simplified version of it all.