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[stonyfaced]

Characters: Stoneface (stonyfaced) and OPEN to any applicants. Please tag yourselves in accordingly!
Date/Time: FORWARDDATED to Sunday, December 6th. Interviews go from 10 AM to 7 PM. Please list what time it is when you tag in.
Location: The Arena (and the rest of Melee Island if your character requests the use of The Range, etc.)
Rating: PG-13 for

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10 sharp! Almost [|D he's never going to pass...]

[checkmysmiley]

It took Joe a while to find the arena, but he'd gotten up early anyways. Lots to see, do, all that good stuff. He wasn't really serious about this Watch thing, but a job was a job. Besides, even without his memories, he was completely confident in his skills. Whatever they were. Though he was assuming swordplay was one of them. Along with surviving explosions. Definitely that last one. Still, with a guy as amazing as him on the force there was no way they'd fail in...whatever it was they did. Stop crime or something. He was a bit unclear on that part. The idea of a Watch didn't feel very familiar at all, but everyone else seemed to get it so it just had to be the amnesia messing up his head he supposed.

Walking into the arena he took a good look around. Nice place. Stoneface was easy enough to spot. And easily recognizable from the bunny picture on the journal. Though that thought made him snicker.

"Hey! Stoneface right? Let's get this interview over with!" He called in a none-too-quiet voice, waving to get the man's attention as he walked over. Yeesh, Stoneface seemed about right for a name all things considered. "You can call me Joe!"

He's not, the poor sap! BUT HE CAN TRY! XD

[stonyfaced]

Joe.

Aha. The altogether too weathered skill of putting face to writing, writing to personality, personality to words worked its course. He recalled who it was, now. The boy with little grasp on size control and a challenged perception of how many capitals it took to make up a sentence. The messy sort of approach where you sprinkled capitals randomly about the sentence like darts on a dartboard was familiar, but Joe seemed fonder of throwing the dartboard like a frisbee, running towards it, then jumping up and down on it. Repeatedly.

He had to give him credit, though--he'd managed to make Cara angry, and that was no mean feat.

"Sit down," he commanded, working out how he wanted to respond and how he ought to respond. Reluctantly, he chose the latter. "As you say... might as well get this over with. Why are you interested in joining the Watch?"