What we do for the fallen.

"You've been following me for about 10 minutes now...can I help you with something?" While the man was normally less casual, he had to keep his image up, a manager at a growing cabaret club had only his image to hold to. He seemed genuine, down to earth - someone who could give her that fresh start she was looking for. He was someone who would understand what walking in her shoes would be like. Dusting off the dirt and quickly presenting herself in a much 'feminine' presence, she bowed in front of the man and stood up straight.

"My name is Yumi Himura. I'm 21 years old, a former hostess at Club Haven - I'm sorry to follow you like this... in fact, I don't think I've ever done something so embarrassing in my life -- I just, noticed the way you looked around, the way your eyes had that same pain that my heart feels. I guess fate just brought me here which means I have to follow it. I've heard of Club Sunshine and it's turnaround story and I want that same journey for me. I know that many people have probably asked you this, but I would like to be considered for a position as a hostess at your club!" Bowing again, the young woman tried her best to hold in her pain as she pleaded to the man. His tired eyes tried hard to not stare, the last thing that he needed was to take on another broken has been and try to make them into something workable. Moreover, there must have been a reason she was a /former/ hostess, especially at a club of such rating. There was just something about her though, something that gave him a good notion that this was also part of his path. "Look...you are uh, flattering, but I don't know if I can take you on. Do you even have means of...er, I don't want to be mean but, a way to make yourself more presentable?"

The young woman paused for a moment, before moving to her knees and covering her face. Beginning to sob, she knew very well that she was yet again going to live a life of reaching for the stars but never grasping the reality that she wanted. Majima - which really wasn't equipped to be a therapist much less a friend. Rubbing the back of his head he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and walked over to the young train wreck, resting his hand on her shoulder before just, staring at her - unknowing of what to do.

"Come on, get up. A bad first impression is just a pathetic way of giving up." As the sobbing continued and she clearly was in her own world, he gently bent down and picked up the woman - carrying her into the club and bringing her to the back changing room area. There was a little bed in the corner for quick naps on longer night and so he gently laid her down, pulling the covers over her and pat her head one more time. "You are becoming more and more trouble by the second..." His only good eye grazed her face, trying to figure out why he did this before groaning and pulling up a chair and a bunch of papers, figuring out his plan as he sat with the stranger.