Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180827020837/@comment-33672197-20180828211826

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Zachary Dennis paced around his apartment, regretting just about every decision he had made up until this point. He wasn't sure what made him do it... What made him decide to even apply for a shift as a night watchmen at this godforsaken place? Oh, who was he kidding? There was a reason he signed up for this job. The second he saw it, Zach just knew he had to do it. - It was just a few days ago when Zach had gotten up particularly early in the morning and snagged a newspaper from his neighbour's mailbox. Skimming through its various stories with a cup of now stale coffee in his hand, nothing even remotely caught his interest. '''That is, until he got to the ad section. '''

Plastered right in the middle of the page was an ad reading; CATCHUKA'S CLUB - HELP WANTED. It was that name that had him spitting out his coffee. Catchuka. He knew that name all too well. Reading through the little blurb revealed that Catchuka's was back and had various shifts and jobs available. His eyes darted over the list, but fluttered and widened at the final one listed: NIGHT SHIFT - SECURITY GUARD. - The employment process was nothing but sketchy, as there wasn't even an interview held to check Zach's credentials- They just hired him on the spot. All Zach had to do was walk into the place and ask about the gig for it to be his. His first assumption was that Catchuka's Club, like many of the other places Zach had worked at, was desperate for any kind of employees, no matter how unfit they were for the job. - '''So here he was now, pacing around his apartment in anticipation for his first night at Catchuka's Club. '''