Lockwood and co.
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2You had just come to London after a tragedy appeared back in your home town. You were looking to join an agency around here, but no one would take you as you hadn't gotten your fourth level certification. It was dumb, you were clearly good enought, but with the 'accsident' back home, you had escaped as fast as possible. With no one taking you in or giving you a chance, you were just about to give up. That was until you found a card with the name Lockwood and Co. It said they were looking for a new partner in their agency. So with no other choice in sight, you find yourself standing at the front door of a small house at 35 Portland Row.
You had just barely knocked when the door burst open and a screaming girl almost ran you down. "Told you she'd be a bolter." Said a male voice from inside as he stepped out into the hall to check who knocked. He froze when he saw you. "Are you Arifs, new girl?" He questions. "Who?" "He brings us...nevermind." "Are you Lockwood?" You asks after the silence stretched for a bit to long. "No, you a applicant? I thought she was the last one...very well, come in." He steps aside to let you pass. A boy was standing in the livingroom just to the right of the hall, his back to you. "You were right, there was one more." Said the boy behind you, walking past you into the livingroom. "No, I checked, she was the last one." The other man replied, not looking up from his papers. "Then who's this?" The man turns, facing you for the first time, and a smile spreads across his face. "Hey, there." "Hi, I dont have an appointment." You clarify. "That's alright. Please, do sit down." His smile somehow gets even brighter. You all settled, you in the couch, the guy who inturdused himself as Lockeood in the chair opposite, and the guy sitting in a chair beside you turned out to be George. "You don't have a supervisor?" You had noticed there was no adults here. "No, that a problem?" George asked with a bite in his words. You shake your head.
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