Post by ELIJAH CASTAIRE on Sept 13, 2011 6:44:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/backgrounds/67522.png'); width: 415px;] Last time he had a day off? Hard to answer. After all, his job wasn't something as mundane as encoding information or answering telephones all day. There was a lot of traveling involved, lots of 'selling' in a sense, then there was the issue of human resources. It couldn't exactly be considered a collar job, to classify it would mean it was something to be thought of as 'normal', to think that it was acceptable. As if arranging to kill people on a daily basis could be considered normal. As if lying and impersonation was something to be done every day and could be considered as a way of life. Well, that was his way of life anyway. He kept the nicotine stick between his lips as he entered the contest hall, taking in the sight of the waiting room. Truthfully, he had never been in a contest hall of any sort. So far so good. Sketches, paintings and photographs were sprawled throughout the room, showing past winners along with their trainers. He'd seen how coordinator contests worked on television, but as for an actual live performance...? He saw no need for that. But today was special it seemed, he was invited by Quil, a coordinator. He didn't know much about the younger male, only that he seemed like a naive individual, who was easily flustered and just too fun to tease. Never had he seen the brunette actually perform, and he had to admit, he was a tiny bit curious about his skill. An announcement rang through the hall, voice clear with instructions for the next contest to begin. Elijah puffed out a cloud of smoke before he followed the rest of the crowd, easily taller than most and identifiable by his bright blonde hair. As he went through the audience entrance, he was stopped by a guard, the man holding a hand out to prevent him from going in. He remained quiet, looking at the older man with polite curiosity, keeping himself calm. "Smoking isn't allowed inside, sir." said the guard gruffly, a tone of annoyance "Is that so? Oh, very well then. " He answered politely enough, dropping the cigarette into a nearby waste bin before smiling at the guard. The older man merely nodded, obviously annoyed over something that didn't concern him at all, and let him pass. He found himself a seat somewhere around the middle, the front seats already filled by the earlier patrons. There was another quick announcement that the show would be starting soon, the lights dimming as he leaned back onto the softly padded seat. Oh damn, forgot the popcorn! words;; 436 tags;; Quil notes;; Yah, I make thread. Also, cos I wanna start something new, what say you and me |
