When Dawn realized the address ringing in her head was of the Police Headquarters she almost turned around on the spot. How ironic. Run away to avoid going to the Justice, and walk right to the Police. She hesitantly stepped inside and walked through the large space. It was completely devoid of luxury and even the lights seemed dark and crude. During her training Dawn had spent considerable amount of time in the lower levels of the city, but being here in a situation like this made it all so... real. There was no elegant home to return to now, no silky night gown to slip into after a steaming hot bath... no mom.<br/><br/>She clenched her jaw and picked up her pace, striding towards where she assumed she find an office space, until the ad on the wall caught her attention. There it was, the one that got her here. For a moment it seemed stupid. What was she going to do? Host a party in the desert and charm the problems away? Her shoulders hunched and she stared at the poster. What a mess.<br/><br/>A little group of men walked by chatting and the sound of their voices made Dawn snap to attention. They were talking about the load that should have come in today. About the closed gate and the unmanned posts. She was here to get away from her father, to get away from the life she was expected to live. If she went back now her father would force her to give up medicine. She'd go back to being Miss Becker, a hostess no doubt now that her mother was gone... Tears welled up in her eyes and her heart clenched as the image of her mother's body floated around in her head. She had no way to deal with this now, she needed to move. She needed to do something to get away from this because right now she had nowhere to go and no one to go to. Sarcastic, that Dawn Becker had no one to turn to. The 'princess' had only her castle, and when the castle was gone...<br/><br/>A couple of minutes later she stood in front of a Police Veteran Morland, her best mask in place as she introduced herself to him and the girl who was there before her.<br/>"Hi, I'm Dawn Becker. I'm a trained paramedic. I'm here for the maintenance contract." She was confident and her smile showed nothing but determination and self assurance. Hey the ad did state 'all applications accepted'... She glanced at the girl and offered a smile, briefly looking at the outfit and tugging on her own leather jacket. Maybe she didn't really look like a person who'd be good for a job like this. Denim and cotton and leather... She should be wearing something practical. Oh well... No use thinking about that now.