The man stuck out like an angry bat in a package of marhmallows, and he knew it. The two men on his left were dressed in three-piece grey suits, with clean-shaven faces and short hair. Telwhip was dressed in black leather, with four or five days stubble and long black hair. He trailed his large hunting knife across his leg, and lifted his knife to display his blood to the two gentlemen. They smiled politely. Telwhip laughed and licked the blood off.
"Mr. Telwhip Medroge?" the receptionist asked of the three men. Telwhip raised his eyebrows slightly, signalling his possession of that name. "Mr. Halton will see you," she said.
Telwhip sheathed his knife and kicked in the large grey door. He walked towards Mr. Halton's desk with an air of extreme confidence, pausing to hack off Mr. Halton's outstretched hand with his knife. He glanced at Mr. Halton's watch and then threw the hand back to him. "You're late," Telwhip said.
"I... I'm.. sorry. Now. You are interested in the position of bank manager," Mr. Halton said.
"I am. Quite interested. I intend to have that position."
"Uh, yes... well, determination is positive. Any experience?"
"None in banks. Mostly on the streets," Halwhip said, flashing back to the time when he was seventeen and those two thugs had grabbed him and torn all his skin off.
"Well, then, I'm afraid I cannot offer you this position."
"Why," Telwhip stated without a hint of curiosity.
"This job requires experience," Mr. Halton said.
"So you're discriminating against me because I don't have experience. I could be just as qualified as the next guy, and I wouldn't get it, because he has experience and I don't. Is that the deal," Telwhip said, standing up and stabbing the water cooler in disgust.
"Yes," Mr. Halton said.
"I see. I apologize for wasting your time," Telwhip said, leaving by the back entrance. As he walked down the dark alley, he decided he'd try those correspondence courses.