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"Yeah..." T put a hand down on the desk to support himself. "I heard there was a spot open here at the station." He said, expecting the receptionist to do the rest or fill him in.

She nodded idly. "Mhm. Please go to the studio and wait outside, interviews are being conducted right now."

"..." T rolled his eyes, heading toward the studio and, as asked, waited outside. He wasn't too bothered about the interview, nor did he prepare himself. Showing up like this wasn't going to help.

Two mobians walked out of the glass studio; A hedgehog and a fox. They finished talking, shook hands, and they went their seperate ways. The hedgehog exited the station, the fox back to the studio. "Later Mach!" The fox yelled. Mach simply waved back. The fox looked at T. "Ah, here for the job, mate?"

"..." T blinked for a moment, thinking about why he did this in the first place. There wasn't any income for him and he was running out of money. "Yeah." He stood up, waiting for the fox to lead the way.

He smiled. "Alright! C'mon, c'mon." He lead him into the studio, pointing to a small chair for him to sit in. "Well, I'm Aero. Of course, you know me as the main host of KSRB. You are?" He inquired.


Name: Jonathan "Aero" Maher
Age: 23
SubSpecies: Fox
Gender: Male
Personality: Witty, clever, a do-er, very "hip" and modern.
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range: None
Med-Range: None
Long-range: None
Explosive: NONE
Melee: NOOONNEE
Other: NONNNEEEE!!!
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears: Orange (FUCK FORGOT THEM ON THE PICTURE)
Eyes: Blue, wears glasses
Fur: Orange-Red
Muzzle: Pale
Tail: Hidden in clothes.
Shirt: A gray sports hoodie
Jacket: Hoodie
Wrist: None
Gloves: None
Pants: Ripped up, Designer Jeans
Socks: White
Shoes: Green and Black
Other: http://postimage.org/image/s5s4ic619/
=========OTHER===
Friends: Mach Zeno, Jess Puryear
Enemies: None
Family: None (that you know)
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: None
Extra info: None
Bio: The radio announcer at KSRB. Not much else to tell, as of now.

"... Jovi." He materialised a random name.

Aero nodded. He pulled out a small notepad and wrote something down. "'Kay...So, why do you want this job?" He looked up.

"Actually... can I ask you something first?" He was here more to investigate rather than get the job, despite needing it. Of course, if this person on the radio died just from an illness or an unfortunate accident... well, he wouldn't feel particularly bright.

Aero blinked. "Oh, sure. Why not?"

"What happened to that 'Leo' person?" He asked, delivering the question with a whisper but also casually so as to not raise any suspicion. If neccessary.

Aero went silent, his mouth agape. "H-he passed away. Nothing more..." His eyes darted away. "So, uh...w-why do you want this job?" He tried changing the subject.

T squinted a little, trying to figure out why he was trying to hide this.
"Look... maybe I can help." He offered. "You don't need to worry about paying me anything, just as long as everything works out in the end."

Aero shook his head nervously. "N-no...its fine, nothing can be done. Just...do you want the job or not? That kid that you passed in the hallway was promising, so If you don't 'pass' its fine."

"..." T just looked at him, showing signs of disinterest in the job, but was still intrigued to know about the recent fatality. Of course, if he wasn't going to be told about it, there was no point in staying and being this annoyingly stubborn.

Aero stared at him for a second. "Oh, god dammit...fine." He pulled out a small peice of paper. "Leo was killed in the police station. They aren't police. All the REAL cops are dead or in hiding. They freaking took over the jail and cop station on New Years. Since the depression hit near Christmas, they think its gonna become like, apocalypse or somethin', mate." His eyes suddenly went wide, and looked at the microphone in the studio. No music was playing, meaning the interview distracted him...and everything he said was being broadcast around the region.

"No. No no no no..." He mumbled.

T quickly switched off the microphone, grabbing Aero's collar and attempting to shake some sense into him.
"Calm down!" He tried to stop him from cracking, despite realizing that all sorts of bad things could happen outside at any moment now. "When will this apocalypse be coming?" T was unaware about anything else and only heard about this just now, so he wrongfully assumed that every else knew about this.

Aero yelped, stuttering. "I-I don't know! That is what they think, l-like some society collapse! Please, let me go!" He struggled against T's grip, but being so slender, he could'nt.

T let him go, thinking about what to do now as he glared at him with eyes shrouded with thoughts. He went over to the nearest window, looking outside too see if there was anything bad going on just yet.

Two police cruisers were driving towards the station, sirens on. They parked at the entrance, and two rather lanky policemen stepped out, armed with shotguns.

Aero began to freak out. "See what you've done?!"

T was slightly shaken already. He sprinted through the doors and out of the building, running round to the side of the building to see the police station in sight with the policemen. He stayed behind cover and tried to keep himself hidden, wondering what would happen. He needed to help somehow.

The police busted through the door. "Hey, lady! Where's that dude on the mic?!" The secretary gasped. Only footsteps were heard, meaning she was pointing. After about a minuite, Aero was dragged out, yelling and shouting. "LET ME GO, DAMMIT!"

"..." Alouette caught sight of what was happening, getting a piercing glare in her eyes.

"...Nee-san? (Sis?)" Prairie seemed confused.

T ran back round and into the entrance, stopping once he saw the two policemen. He drew his revolver, pointing it at one of the two officers.
"Let him go you SCUM!" T pulled the hammer down with his thumb as it clicked.

There were three cops. Two armed with pistols, one a pump shotgun. One of them laughed. "Hah! One little man...I think that gun is compensating for somethin'!"

They all laughed, and threw Aero to the side. The one with the shotgun aimed. "Get out before I blow your fuckin head off."