Second Purple File

[proudambassador]

This is ludicrous.

I will not be shoved into a room full of people and expected to share a tiny room. No.

I will work. Anything, to get out of this room.

Except I will not work with animals. They are filthy creatures, and I do not like getting dirty. Nor will I clean. I am not the cleaning type, no.

I am also not built for combat. It is not my thing, I think is said. Running, exertion, wastes. All of them.

I know nothing of medicine. That would be a bad fit, yes.

There should be things left? With good housing. I will have my own room. One way or another.

[There's a pause in the writing.]

What, exactly, is left?

Comments

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

She likes to run but that wasn't the question...

Making the paper for making the books. Working in the shops. Those things are left the remains of what you aren't willing to do.

Were there other nations to name they could put your name to use, she supposes.

[unprotagonist.livejournal.com]

Bureaucracy.

[its-me-hooray.livejournal.com]

Filthy!?

I hope a cow sits on you.

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

Somebody's spoiled.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

[*eyebrow*, but she's trying to be helpful]

I'm sure the journal makers have openings. I just left for Medical, anyway. You get to choose where you live, except for Section 4, and it's not very hard work, although you need patience and a bit of dexterity.