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[Thread] [EVERYONE] OPEN

Feb 20, 2009 20:41

WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: The 2009 Cervello Publishing and Media Awards.
WHERE: Namimori Cultural Center, main theater
WHEN: Sat the 21st, beginning arriving between 7PM and 8 PM
RATING: PG-whateveryouwant
WARNING(s): *insert evil character here* oh, also, Cervello ( Read more... )

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kaki_chikusa February 21 2009, 09:38:41 UTC

Chikusa stuffed his hands in his pockets, lurking in the shadows of the theatre. Getting to the Cultural center had been a problem, if only because Chikusa did not own a car and as such had to walk from where the bus let him out. Getting into the Cultural center had meant Chikusa had to skulk past the reporters and their irritatingly flashing cameras. If Chikusa had known it would be this much work, he would have stayed at home. Still, it was worth it to be the sore thumb in a sea of fancily manicured nails. Chikusa was wearing worn grey slacks, a nearly threadbare white shirt, and a black tie hanging loosely around his throat.

In the spirit of the event, Chikusa had left his beanie at home.

He'd also combed his hair.

Now all Chikusa had to do was summon up the energy to make it through the evening, recognize the nomination, ignore losing if he lost, or manage to drag himself up to receive the award if he won.

Noting the gaudily displayed décolletage of a passing trust fund baby Chikusa wished he had brought his sketchbook, that rack deserved to be preserved, and not by plastic surgeons.

cueitup February 21 2009, 09:57:57 UTC

Handling the security for an event like this was like committing ritual suicide. Several times over. With a blunt knife.

After barking another string of orders to separate people over three different cellular phones and a walkie-talkie, Gamma continued with his patrol, making sure that the perimeter was secure. He had to, of course. His bosses were going to be at the event.

...And they certainly weren't going to be put in danger of any suspicious figures. Like the young man just ahead.

"Excuse me. Are you a participant?"

kaki_chikusa February 21 2009, 20:54:06 UTC

That sounded like an authority figure, and not one he actually had to respect because they were paying his bills.

Though, Chikusa did not particularly respect Xanxus either. He hadn't seen anyone fed to the Liger *yet*.

Chikusa turned and looked blankly at Gamma. Ah, security. Giving a slow shrug Chikusa met Gamma's suspicious gaze. "Yes."

cueitup February 22 2009, 01:59:55 UTC

What was with this punk? Gamma wanted to be polite and take things at face value, but with types like this, it was just a LITTLE difficult.

"Where's your invite?"

kaki_chikusa February 22 2009, 02:19:21 UTC

Chikusa made a show of lazily patting all of his other pockets before reaching into his jacket and pulling out the folded invitation. "Would this be it?" Unfolding it Chikusa held it up for Security Guy to read.

cueitup February 22 2009, 02:32:16 UTC

...It was, all right. Times like this made Gamma wish that he could have the right to kick out whoever happened to rub him the wrong way, invited or no.

"The least you could've done was dress properly for the occasion, sir," he says, stiffly, as he returns the invite.

kaki_chikusa February 22 2009, 02:47:30 UTC

Chikusa pocketed the invite and shrugged. "I don't own any better."

He was here for an award for his art. Did people actually go out and rent tuxedos for stuff like this? Ugh. He'd have needed to find a place to rent a tux and then would need to find a tux in the right size. At least his own clothes did not hang on him like used elephant skin.

Chikusa looked the security guard over. Like a uniform was any better?

cueitup February 22 2009, 06:14:30 UTC

Gamma didn't miss the scrutinizing look, but he figured that ignoring it was probably a good idea. Less aggravation that way.

"What company are you with?"

Perhaps you ought to stay with your own kind.

kaki_chikusa February 22 2009, 06:36:50 UTC

Though, the package (overall and specific to the Security Guard's groin) was nice, the personality was irritating.

"Does it matter?" Chikusa didn't bother checking the time. He knew that there was mingling time to go before he needed to find his seat. "Shouldn't you be sniffing for bombs or something?"

cueitup February 22 2009, 06:43:07 UTC

Was that guy staring at his--

Gamma did not want to know. The blond narrowed his eyes yet again at the brat, and decided that it was time to go back to doing easier things.

"Stay out of trouble," he says, as he heads out.

And if I see you anywhere the Princess, I'm going to--

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