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Post by ramenigma on Jan 21, 2016 3:15:39 GMT
The First Regional Bank of Pleasanton
The first, and only, bank of Pleasanton. This is the place to go if you're looking to make a deposit or a withdrawal. Maybe take out a loan? Whatever bank-related needs you have, this is the place.
Classy, the large bank that situates itself in the middle of Pleasanton may be the closest thing the quaint little town has to opulence. A loving mesh of marble floors and structure, and wooden teller desks and partitions creates a sense of the finer. Of the riches held within. And behind the teller desks, rows of offices with solid wooden doors and stained glass windows. The sort of stained glass that completely obscures the inside of said rooms, to be clear.
And, down a locked staircase, below are the vaults. Where the money of the citizens of Pleasanton sits safe and sound...
Current Occupants
Benedicte Tasse Gregory Owlford
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Post by Ricer6 on Jan 21, 2016 23:09:06 GMT
The First Post Here and I Realized You Can't Change the Subject Line Like You Can on Every Forum What the Hell of Pleasanton
"£500 seems reasonable enough," responded Bénédicte. He promptly stood up out of his chair and pulled open a desk drawer, grabbing two forms from it. Once he slid that one closed, he opened another to retrieve a ballpoint pen, immediately using it fill out both forms identically.
"You'll need to sign these documents before I can give you the money. Keep this one safe; its your personal copy. On a different note, would you like to sign up for a savings account?" he suggested, predictably more upbeat than the bureaucracy before it.
...He wasn't actually all that sure if Greg didn't already have one, really. And looking it up at this point would just look amateurish.
Bénédicte peered over Greg's shoulder at the clock on his wall to see just what Roman numeral that hour hand was visiting.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Jan 21, 2016 23:45:37 GMT
The First Post After the Previous One
Greg slid the papers closer to him and took a pen from the desk's pen holder. He squinted, his face inches away from the paper. It was almost as if he was looking for some tiny text printed onto the paper. Seeing that there weren't any present, or perhaps giving up on the idea that such a thing really was on the paper, Greg readied himself to sign the documents. Noticing a stack of printer paper nearby, he took one and began to write on it. Upon closer look, it seems like Gregory was practicing his signature on it.
"Been awhile since I signed something formal, so you'll have to excuse me." Greg says looking at the various signatures he signed onto the blank piece of paper, choosing the one that looked close enough to his previous signatures, as far as he remembered them anyway. What was the last formal document he signed? Was it a court summons? An ID? Whatever it was, he knew it was probably years ago.
Once he was satisfied, he signed the actual documents with a fancy looking signature that had a little owl perched on the line. Truly the craftsmanship of a dedicated calligraphist. Greg hands over the one document to Tasse while keeping his copy right in front of him.
"I trust I'm not signing my soul over to the devil, am I?" Greg says with a chuckle. "As for the savings account, I already have one, Tasse. I think." he said with a little hint of doubt. "But I've been in this town for a long time. I'd think I'd have made savings account a long time ago, when I first inherited my inn."
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Post by Ricer6 on Jan 29, 2016 23:11:13 GMT
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Bénédicte gritted his teeth at the last answer. "Right, of course, my apologies," he responded. He'd been dealing with a rather large amount of Pleasantonians in recent months who somehow hadn't already dealt with the bank before. They probably got him all scatterbrained about that.
"But thank you, that's the official matters done with. I'll now go retrieve the loan. Please stay here." And so he did, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
A minute or two passed.
As promised, Bénédicte came back with half a grand and handed it to Greg. "Thanks for doing business with the First Regional of Pleasanton," he cheerfully added. "Have a nice day." He opened the door to allow him to leave, and once he did, went back to his business of seriously checking the time.
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Oh, right, Greg took his own car here.
...Best to wait and see if he comes back in to complain.
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