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Post by Graeme Rowette on Jul 20, 2020 12:32:01 GMT
March 08, 1995
Canalave City, Sinnoh
Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself?
She knew he was trouble when he first walked in. If there was ever a poster child for "people that will probably give you a migraine", she expected this guy and that tracksuit guy would be perfect candidates. There was nothing overtly wrong about how he was dressed; on the contrary, this Graeme Rowette was actually looking rather spiffy in some chinos and an argyle sweater, like he'd actually dressed for a job interview rather than a regional one. It was a far cry from a lot of other outfits that she'd seen, and more aesthetically pleasing to look at.
But no, her main issue was that after he'd been asked the question, he had answered with:
"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Your likes, your dislikes - your favorite color, your favorite food, your favorite restaurant, your favorite --"
All with a sparkle in his eye. It had taken a good five minutes before she was able to steer him back on track.
"My name is Graeme Rowette, but you can call me tonight." Complete with fingerguns. This was going to be a long interview. She's getting flashbacks to that tracksuit guy, and she hopes that this one keeps his clothes on. "Twenthy-five years old, my favorite color is orange, I like long walks on the beach, dancing in the dark preferably with you between my arms -" There's another saucy wink. She's thinking over what he's just said, wasn't that a song? "-barefoot in the grass." Yeah, that's definitely a song. "By the way, have I mentioned that you look perfect tonight - er, today?"
She was getting nowhere with this. She scribbled down the barebones information she'd been given, debating if she needed to take her migraine pills with or without food. She hoped age, favorite color and ideal date night is enough information to send back. She was about to make some dry, sarcastic remark about the end of her shift being never so there was no need to wait around for her - since she was pretty sure that was where this conversation was going - but noticed that he actually looked a step away from being sick. The smile on his face was strained and he was visibly breaking out in a sweat, looking at her expectantly but with very real trepidation in his gaze. Huh.
Why are you interested in the class you've chosen?
"For all the adoring fans, of course! You know, my dad said that there isn't anything more swoon-worthy than a good pokemon trainer. Gets all the ladies, all the attention and... boy, I sure do love that." While the beginning of his answer had started out enthusiastic enough, by the end of it there was a decidedly unenthused tone to his voice. Like that was exactly the oppoosite of what he wanted. The interviewer sat there patiently, waiting for him to elaborate, and took note that it looked like Graeme was either having an existential crisis or else was just so terrified of the thought of being surrounded by swooning ladies and attention that he had ascended to another plane of existence in order to escape. She wasn't exactly sure which one it was, but after a moment or two she cleared her throat and it seemed to snap him out of it. That confident, cocksure grin found its way back onto his face, and he... yeah, there was another fingergun.
Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region?
"Saw the flyers, decided to get myself out there. I've already dated my fair share of women in my own region, so I figure why not branch out a little? See the sights, meet the locals, sample the cuisine." The more he talked about women, the more she was starting to notice that he was starting to look less and sound less than enthused. There were a lot of different reasons for this, she thought, but she didn't really have the time or the motivation to pick through them. She waited for him to elaborate, tapping her pen on the clipboard expectantly.
"The bonus incentives are pretty nice. Plus... I dunno. It just seemed nice to get a fresh start." Graeme eventually ventured after a long pause. The way he looked conspicuously at a corner of the room is telling. "Start somewhere where no one really know who you are. Where you don't got all these expectations or anything. Where people aren't expecting a whole lot of you."
The mood in the room seemed to dampen a little. Graeme actually went a little quiet, looking a little sullen - but he was quick to perk himself up again, right as rain, and gave her another saucy wink. She wondered if one day his eyes weren't going to just close and then never open. She imagined it would be doing the world a favor.
What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else.
The question had Graeme framing his chin, striking a pose that seemed to completely dispel the previously somber mood from the last question. "Why don't you tell me? I'm kidding, I'm kidding - unless? No, no, I'm joking!" He waved his arms around with a laugh, easing into a more comfortable mood though she would occasionally catch his eyes shifting to the door and window like he were mapping out his escape route. "My charm and wit is second to none, so I've been told. Plus - I'm pretty fit. I swim a lot." At that, he flexed an arm, the bicep straining the fabric. She wondered if he wore a tighter shirt just to show off, and she took a moment to shoo away the girls that were peering in through the door, a move which seemed to catch Graeme's attention. He turned his head, peering back, and when he saw there was no one there he looked visibly spooked. He straightened, clearing his throat, and continued on with one leg crossed over the other.
"Er... My tenacity. My dogged determination to get a job done, though... That was pretty par for the course, back home. Can't really be sending out ships that were unprepared, right? Not with all the imports and exports travelling between the cities." Imports and exports? Where was he from, again? She started rustling through his file even after she'd asked, but Graeme answered before she could locate his hometown. "Oh, Canalave! It's not as busy as it was back in the olden days, apparently, but there's still a good amount of trades coming in and out of the city."
What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now!
"I have a weakness for the ladies." Saucy wink incoming? Yep, there it went. "It's gotten me into a bit of trouble, but things usually turn out all good in the end. I've broken a lot of hearts over the years - unsurprising, but what can a guy do?"
She was thinking there were a lot of things he could have done, but she didn't comment on it.
"That aside - I don't really have a whole lot of patience for stuff. LIke... It's not 'raw raw let me speak to your manager' but I get kind of irritable when I'm waiting in a long line or something." He seemed to mull over this a bit, perhaps either thinking of a way to add more meat to his answer or a better explaination. "But I guess I inherited that from my dad. Big uh... big guy. Threw his weight around a lot, you feel me?"
An excellent addendum, she supposed, since it lead into her next question...
What was your childhood like? How was school?
"Mom died a while back, so it was just me and Dad for a little while. Uh... I dunno, school was pretty normal." She noted that when he spoke he was conspicuously averting his gaze. "Before she passed, Mom was constantly saying something bad was gonna happen. Feeling of dread she couldn't shake. Actually... now that I think about it, she said that a lot of times when I was growing up. I remember thinking she must be some kind of psychic or something, but since nothing ever came to fruition I guess that was kinda dumb, huh?" A nervous chuckle escaped him at that. Rubbing a hand at the back of his head, he continued on. "I spent my life between the shipyards and the library. Weren't a whole lot to do back then, not like how it is now. Now it's more... touristy? Sorta like here, I think. But there's a lot more hustle and bustle with the ferries going to different islands."
Graeme seemed to think a bit and went back to the question at hand. "I was an okay kid in school. Really shy, certainly not what I am now. Sometimes I think back on it and I just wanna go and shake some sense into my younger self, but you can't change your past all that much, right?"
How is your relationship with your family?
"Dad's the only one I have left. No sisters, no brothers. I do have his side of the family, though they all got scattered sometime during... well, you know." The meaningful look he gave her said it all. The Ultra Beasts. "We're still waiting to hear back from them, but so far nothing. Dad's not too concerned, though; he's always saying our family was built on toughness and blood - weird saying, since I'm pretty sure he cries whenever there's a bug in the house - but well enough, I guess. We worked in the shipyard together before I pitched the idea of wanting to come here to him. He told me, and I quote 'don't get anyone knocked up, and make sure you brush your teeth'. I think that sums up our relationship pretty well." He grinned, showing off those pearly whites. "Dad was always popular with the ladies, even when Mom was around. Drove her right crazy, but he was always loyal to her. He'll flirt around from time to time, show me how it's done and how to be a 'proper ladies man', but he's been single ever since she passed. That's been years now, and I don't think he'll ever really get over it."
What do you like to do for fun?
"Find a beach somewhere, go swimming... maybe diving. You can find a lot of stuff underwater if you can hold your breath long enough. There's also something... different beneath the sea. I dunno, it's calming." He settled into a ... peaceful pensiveness, looking absently out the window at the bright, blue sky beyond. Realizing that this might have hurt his potential image as a self-proclaimed "ladies man" he coughed, straightening and making his voice sound just that much deeper when he spoke next.
"And uh... Hit up bars. You know. Find a nice... a nice girl to ... talk to." Yeah, there's that lack of enthusiasm. His mind was clearly somewhere else, and it was a terrifying place. She wondered if she preferred this to someone being on an entirely different planet where they considered themself the greatest person alive.
Yeah, no question, she preferred this way more than the other one. At least he still had all his clothes on.
What are your feelings on romance?
Ah, the question she'd personally been waiting for. As soon as she spoke he jumped like she'd actually yelled at him, and the smile on his face seemed suddenly more forced. Throughout the interview he'd gotten progressively more nervous as his flirtations seemed to flip-flop between varying levels of enthusiasm. It was a curious phenomenon. "Why? Who's asking?" Did he forget for a moment he was in an interview? She gently reminded him, and he seemed to relax, though he was still noticeably on edge. His leg had begun to bounce. "Er... well. I mean. I've been known to.. romance a few ladies. A few lads, too, but I'm ... I can't just stick with one, you know?" The laugh that followed was clearly nervous. "There's just too many to choose from. I like the chase too much - yeah, that's it, I like the chase, but when you - when you catch 'em, then the thrill's all gone." There was a beat and then he added, a little lamely, "Like... playing tag."
It made it sound a lot like those people who went fishing and then just let them go. She supposed coming from Canalave that was to be expected, but... still. Very peculiar.
What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term.
There was another nervous look. She eyed him warily, then stressed that it meant career wise, success-wise, and definitely not anything romantic. Her insistence on this seemed to make him relax, and gradually the tension in his shoulders eased and he went back to looking relaxed, casual. There was still a wild look in his eyes, but after a long moment of thought he answered, a little tentatively. "Well... Get a place of my own, maybe. Then look for jobs. Then eventually take on the pokemon gym challenge here." All pretty straightforward goals. She noted it down.
"At some point, maybe convince my dad to head over this way. There's not much for him left in Canalave, but he's pretty reluctant about leaving it. It's a nice city, don't get me wrong, but I feel like staying there's like letting an old wound fester. He's probably never gonna move on."
The silence that followed after was melancholy. Graeme didn't comment though, and after several moments of awkwardness piped up with, "Quit vaping."
If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why?
"Dragon." The answer came immediately. He looked a little embarrassed, clearing his throat and moving on. "Most people - they don't wanna mess with them. And when I was little running around the library, I came across all these books, fairytale ones, with people defending against dragons and they made them out to be these big, scary things. Dragon-type pokemon are pretty scary, but they're also really, really cool, I think. Nothing like in the books, but I can see where they draw the inspiration from. If I could just... I dunno, find a tower somewhere and hole up with a bunch of treasure, occasionally coming down to eat a sheep or a goat? I think that's the life for me."
What do Pokemon mean to you?
"There's a few around the yard that, even though they're owned by people, they're still treated pretty decently. So... I suppose to me, pokemon are people? Not... like people-people, but they should be treated fairly, not like slaves or anything. Partners," Graeme said, snapped his fingers with a grin. "That's what I was going for. Partners. After the Attack, they helped a lot in getting everything cleaned up, least in Canalave. They didn't say a single complaint, not even when it got pretty dangerous, and worked to help benefit everyone. I think that's pretty selfless, to be honest, and I feel like the world would be a better place if everyone and everything had that kind of mindset."
Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go?
Graeme was already standing, stretchig out the kinks in his neck and back as he rose to a full standing height. Impressively tall, but certainly not the biggest she'd seen coming to Arciel. When the question was posed he seemed to consider it seriously for a few moments, crimson gaze sweeping first from one side, to the other - and then eventually he shook his head, giving her that same cocksure grin he'd first had when he came in.
"Nah, unless there's something you wanna tell me?"
She recalled how stricken he'd been at a few of the questions posed about romance, and while it would have given her some mean little measure of satisfaction she withheld that urge for now. She reaffirmed that there wasn't and that more than likely they'd be in contact with him in a few days' time, and the odd stranger left, whistling out a jaunty tune that echoed down the hallway behind him.
6'05" / 195cm
Graeme is pale, lanky, athletically toned and pretty tall at his height. If it weren't for the muscle he put on from working in the shipyard, he'd probably be considered "gangly". He wears his hair in a decent-looking rattail that hangs down to his mid-back, and he's got a piercing in each ear that usually has something in it most of the time. He dresses in clothes that could be considered flashy, but comfortable, so nice things like button down shirts and some slacks. For more rugged world-exploring he wears what he used to when he worked on the boats in Canalave, which consists usually of a sleeveless shirt and some easy sweatpants that have seen their fair share of use. It's his expectation that he's not gonna be running into any cute girls he needs to look nice for and it's his stress-free outfit.
A deep, rich burgundy, covering his body from head to toe. In some places it lightens enough to look like a healthy blush, but is pretty uniform throughout. Occasionally there's a tendril spiking out like a solar flare, but the rest of the time it stays confined to the surface area of his body.
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