In the town square, a large billboard holds court on the edge, and on this large billboard is a bunch of notices and openings, but today is special, today is Job Day, a large notice is nailed up, all the canines cluster around it eagerly.
Open Jobs:
Job: Bartender
Location: Wishbone Saloon
How Many Openings: 0/2
Job: Stablehand
Location: Wishbone Stable
How Many Openings: 0/3
Job: General Store Owner
Location: (Your First Name)’s General Store
How Many Openings: 0/1
Job: Hotel Manager
Location: Wishbone Hotel
How Many Openings: 0/1
Job: Bellhop
Location: Wishbone Hotel
How Many Openings: 0/3
Job: Jailer
Location: Wishbone Jail
How Many Openings: 0/1
Job: Sheriff
Location: Sheriff’s Office
How Many Openings: 0/1
Job: Deputy
Location: Sheriff’s Office
How Many Openings: 0/2
Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Job You Want:
Why Would You Be Good For This Job:
Mention: @Willowfern
The news spreads quickly, who’s going to get what job? Who’s going to get picked? Who? Who? Who?
Missy would take some forms home and fill them in.
She need a job, and she had to be sure she’d get one.
She decided to use her real name for the forms, it makes her looks more professional.
Once she was done she’d go turn them in, hoping that she was qualified.
Name: Abigail Green Gender: Female Age: 21 dog years Job You Want: Deputy Why Would You Be Good For This Job: I’m organized and can keep track of everything going on in town. I’m always ready to work and won’t let you down. Mention: @Willowfern
Name: Abigail Green Gender: Female Age: 21 dog years Job You Want: Bar Tender Why Would You Be Good For This Job: I’m patient, fast and have a good memory. I’ll get orders ready in 2 seconds flat.
Last edited by The Shadow Flower; July 5th, 2020 at 03:47 PM.
Grace’s bandana flapped in the wind as she walked through the desert, sand scratched her eyes, throat, and nose as she walked on, and the heat it was killing her! She was right about to lay down and just let death by dehydration and heat happen when across the blurry horizon she saw a sign of hope, it was a town!
Slowly standing up, Grace used all of her strength to get to the town, before she flopped over and felt no more.
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Grace woke to water being splashed on her face, her eyes opened slightly, a red wolf was standing over her, looking worried.
“Are you okay ma’am? Do I need to find a doctor for ya?” He asked.
“No,” cough, “-I’m fine, just real dehydrated and tired is all.” Grace replied.
“Oh good, ‘cuz thar ain’t no doctor ‘round here for a couple thousand miles!” The wolf replied, looking relieved, “Th’ name’s Dallas, an’ you are?”
“Grace,” Grace replied, “Thank you for waking me up!”
“Sure,” Dallas replied.
“Now, where am I?”
“Ha, Welcome to Wishbone!”
Missy would take some forms home and fill them in.
She need a job, and she had to be sure she’d get one.
She decided to use her real name for the forms, it makes her looks more professional.
Once she was done she’d go turn them in, hoping that she was qualified.
Name: Abigail Green Gender: Female Age: 21 dog years Job You Want: Deputy Why Would You Be Good For This Job: I’m organized and can keep track of everything going on in town. I’m always ready to work and won’t let you down. Mention: @Willowfern
Name: Abigail Green Gender: Female Age: 21 dog years Job You Want: Bar Tender Why Would You Be Good For This Job: I’m patient, fast and have a good memory. I’ll get orders ready in 2 seconds flat.
A note was given to her:
Thank you for applying! We will send you information on if you got the job soon! ‘Til then, good luck!
~ Wishbone Information Group
Minette limped up to the billboard. She needed a job. Hmm. She could probably handle Sheriff.
Name: Minette
Gender: Female
Age: 28 in dog years
Job you want: Sheriff
Why you would be good for this job: I may be young and have a limp, but I am also a good fighter and can run fast, even with my limp. I am also very tough and can get the job done. @Willowfern
Grace’s bandana flapped in the wind as she walked through the desert, sand scratched her eyes, throat, and nose as she walked on, and the heat it was killing her! She was right about to lay down and just let death by dehydration and heat happen when across the blurry horizon she saw a sign of hope, it was a town!
Slowly standing up, Grace used all of her strength to get to the town, before she flopped over and felt no more.
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Grace woke to water being splashed on her face, her eyes opened slightly, a red wolf was standing over her, looking worried.
“Are you okay ma’am? Do I need to find a doctor for ya?” He asked.
“No,” cough, “-I’m fine, just real dehydrated and tired is all.” Grace replied.
“Oh good, ‘cuz thar ain’t no doctor ‘round here for a couple thousand miles!” The wolf replied, looking relieved, “Th’ name’s Dallas, an’ you are?”
“Grace,” Grace replied, “Thank you for waking me up!”
“Sure,” Dallas replied.
“Now, where am I?”
“Ha, Welcome to Wishbone!”
"I beg your pardon, sir," Pavel, likely the only resident with a doctor's education, happened to listen in on the conversation. "I am a doctor. However, besides myself, there... there are no other medical practitioners in the surrounding area."
"I beg your pardon, sir," Pavel, likely the only resident with a doctor's education, happened to listen in on the conversation. "I am a doctor. However, besides myself, there... there are no other medical practitioners in the surrounding area."
Dallas looked at Pavel,
“Oh, good, can ya give Grace here a bit of a check up? She walked ‘cross the 1,000 mile desert!” Dallas replied.
“Not across the whole of the desert, It was only about a 100 miles!” Grace replied.
Dallas looked at Pavel,
“Oh, good, can ya give Grace here a bit of a check up? She walked ‘cross the 1,000 mile desert!” Dallas replied.
“Not across the whole of the desert, It was only about a 100 miles!” Grace replied.
Pavel knelt by the bandanna-wearing canine called Grace, and looked her face over analytically. "Your eyes do appear quite sunken," he observed. "You-- red wolf. Get her some water to drink, if you haven't already."
Pavel knelt by the bandanna-wearing canine called Grace, and looked her face over analytically. "Your eyes do appear quite sunken," he observed. "You-- red wolf. Get her some water to drink, if you haven't already."
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