Small Change, Big Impact (Mr. Asiv)

[Chrynos]

So, this was the 'General Office', eh? Chrynos looked at it, leaning against the wall opposite the door. Inside this door, was the secretary, vice-principal's room, the dean's room and lastly, the principal's room. Why was he here? Well, having thought about it yesterday, Chrynos finally decided to apply a job here in 259. After all, he was unable to find any college nearby that would accept him and he was tired of working security in a dumb shopping mall. Besides, this place seemed to be in its way into turning into a 552, and that was the last thing Chrynos needed. Another hellhole for the suffering of young teenagers. Letting out a sigh, the 6 foot college student pushed himself off the wall, pulling his hands out of his pockets. Well, this was it.

Chrynos was wearing a white polo shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows and all the buttons, save the top, fastened. He was also wearing a pair of blue jeans and his black sports shoes with red soles. On his right index finger, was the silver ring with a skull design. The Ring Of Horror. One of Chrynos' precious treasures. Taking a deep breathe, the purple-haired man knocked on the door gently, before turning the knob and unlocking it. Pushing the door open, he looked inside and saw the secretary looking up from behind her table. Chrynos gave her a polite smile, then walked in, closing the door behind him. Walking over to the secretary with that same smile on his face, he spoke.

"Excuse me, can I see the principal?"

The secretary looked at him, tilting her head slightly.

"What for?"
"I got a... Proposal for him."

The secretary looked at him again, this time with a cocked eyebrow. Chrynos simply looked back, keeping his expression calm as his smile never faded nor widened. Giving up, the secretary simply let out a sigh, then pointed at a door at the end of a hallway to Chrynos' right. Chrynos looked at it for a moment, then turned back to the secretary, thanking her. Walking over to the door, he noticed a few words written on the brown wooden down.

Mr Asiv
Principal

Well, he did come to the right place. Standing right outside the door, he took a soft deep breathe, then lifted his right hand, knocking on the door. After three knocks, he put down his hand, waiting for Mr Asiv to answer. In his head, he started to imagine what kind of conversation the two were going to have.

[Zack Asiv]

Mr. Zack Asic. Principle, Supervisor, and many other titles to be used at his disposal. The messy mop top of green hair was his usual. Brown eyes that where different shades of brown for a reason that will stay unknown. He wore his usual blue suit as he typed away at his desk computer, 13 different files flashing around at the whim of his key strokes as he did adjustments and add ons. It was nearly time for the evaluations and Asiv was going to make sure, they passed.

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

'Came the rasps at my door?'

Asiv was puzzled for a moment as his mind had been too focused on the files he was working on. He slowly drafted the files into a folder and spoke allowed.

"Come in."

It would be loud enough in the huge room for Chrynos to hear it. Book shelves lining the walls seperated by small statues on pedistals of ancient warriors. Behind Asiv's desk was a wall of glass so he could look into the diamond shaped court yard and see everything. Asiv would be standing as he waited for this person to enter his domain.

[Chrynos]

"Come in."

Well, it seems that he was present today. Present in his office, that is. Taking another soft deep breathe, he placed his hand on the door knob, turning the mechanism and unlocking the door. Hearing the click, Chrynos pushed at the door, the wooden object moving without any objection, the graduate taking his first step into the principal's office. The first thing that caught his eye were the pedestial statues that was located between a few bookshelves. Looking around for a short moment, he saw a man standing there, in front of a glass wall behind a table. Mr. Asiv, it seemed. He looked younger than Chrynos thought he would be.

Taking two more steps into the room, Chrynos gently closed the door behind him as he gave Mr. Asiv a smile and a small bow.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Asiv. My name is Carlos. Carlos Khundar."

Standing up straight once more, Chrynos scanned Mr. Asiv. He was dressed formally, but Chrynos could not say the same for his messy green hair. His eye colour, they were unique. That was probably the first time Chrynos had seen someone with eyes of a rare shade of brown. As he scanned him slowly, his eyes then dropped onto the table, seeing the golden object with Mr. Asiv's name on it, facing away from the principal. The computer monitor and a few files beside it. Seemed normal for a principal's table. Looking back up to Mr. Asiv, he waited for his reaction. The principal, after all, had no, or little, idea who he was.

[Zack Asiv]

"Well then Carlos, please take a seat... How may I be of service to you?"

Asiv looked the boy over... It was interesting to say the least of how the boy seemed to carry himself. But he let it go and simply sat there quiet. He folded his hands together on the desk and gave the boy respectful attention. Mr. Asiv prided himself on knowing everyone that went to his school, or at least their name. He did not know this one, which meant two things. 1, he didn't go to this school, and two, that always meant something very interesting.

[Chrynos]

Giving Mr. Asiv a nod, he walked forward in soft steady steps, getting in front of the chair and letting himself down quietly. Placing his arms on the arm rest, he kept his eyes on Mr. Asiv, yet a calm and small smile on his face as he tried not to offend the man in any way possible. He was going to be his boss in the future, after all. That is, if this succeeded.

"I would like to apply for a job here, sir."

And there it was. Chrynos never really knew how to get a job application, so the only way he knew how to get one was this. After all, the only times he worked was being an assassin for an underground association, at a burger joint and as a delivary boy for certain clients. And all three of them had nothing to do at all with a job application. He was either forced, or he was just simply there to do it. Hopefully, this was going to go as well as he planned it to be.