MIGHTY FINE SHINDIG [OPEN]
Characters: Bill (yes, that Bill)
Date/Time: Friday, 4 June; shortly before 2 PM
Location: Silph Co. Headquarters, Saffron City, Kanto
Warnings: Bill-mun does not have a huge selection of appropriate usericons, at the moment!
That will probably be changing as the RP goes on. |Da
Summary/Notes: Bill remembers why he hates fancy to-dos like this.
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Date/Time: Friday, 4 June; shortly before 2 PM
Location: Silph Co. Headquarters, Saffron City, Kanto
Warnings: Bill-mun does not have a huge selection of appropriate usericons, at the moment!
That will probably be changing as the RP goes on. |Da
Summary/Notes: Bill remembers why he hates fancy to-dos like this.
Anyone ( Read more... )
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There are too many people. It's getting too crowded. Bill tugs at the collar of his tuxedo (why haven't any tuxedos in his entirely life ever fitted properly? they're always choking him) and moves a bit away from the refreshments table -- close enough that they'll be able to hail him should anyone ever actually finish preparing his cherry choke (and how hard could that be, really? he considers vaulting the bar and making it himself), but far enough away that he's not being crushed away by the growing throng.
He might, glancing out over said throng again, catch Amelia's eye -- and if he does, his own would narrow slightly, as though considering why her pretty clothes seem a bit less perfectly pressed and a touch more rumpled than the rest of the elbowrubbers. Could it be that she's not either an investor nor a waitress?
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Wait a second. He looked at her - but then again, she had been the first to look. That was uncommon; Amelia was more of a wallflower... maybe the soda was spiked. She discarded the idea inmediately - this was full of children. So, she was responsible for this and had to act like a grown-up, meaning "go and talk to him already, you fool woman!"
She plucked up enough courage and walked to him... only to realize she didn't know what to say when she was already by his side.
Way to go, Amelia, she thought wryly.
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"Hi," he says, rather uncertainly. "Do you, uh..." He glances to the surly waitstaff, gives his head a minute shake, and then looks back at this rather serious- and intimidating-looking lady. "You don't work here, right? I mean," he gestures, "your clothes..."
Smooth, Bill. Smooth.
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The waitstaff give Bruno the odd dirty look as he pushes his way through the crowd, holding a plate piled high with fancy little snacks. There had been one who had stopped him near the door, and, looking straight up, had loudly told Bruno that m'sieur must put on le shoes and le shirt before entering the main hall, but a single frown (and a flash of his League card) had fixed that ( ... )
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"Oh, uhm, hi," he says, looking up -- and up. "Uhm," he tries again, "err. Hello, Mr. Uh. Errr. You're..." And Bill's eyes narrow, a universal indication to the outside world that he is Thinking. "...you're one of the Elite guys, right? Br... Brun? Bryan? Bruno? Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm terrible with names."
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"Bruno."
He adjusts his collar, feeling a drop of sweat run down the back of his neck. Beckoning to a waiter, he asks for a pint of something on tap; when he's reminded that this in an alcohol-free event, he asks for it louder. After a brief squabble, the waiter runs off to get him a glass of water.
Bruno turns back to Bill, crossing his arms.
"You're that computer guy. You invent this phone thing?"
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And then Bruno makes the fatal mistake of mentioning technology, and Bill is off.
"Oh, me? No, no, I wasn't in on the development of this nifty little gadget -- saw some sketches in the predevelopment phase, though, some old prototypes, when they were trying out different designs, you know -- of course, I never had any say in them, and there was one blueprint -- oh, I don't know when it was, sometime in February I think, or maybe late December -- that I liked quite a bit better than this; not as bulky, you know?"
He will continue in this vein for some time unless someone stops him.
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She felt as if she was mingling amongst celebrities, and in a way, she was. Some of these people were her idols and they were so close to her. She was actually beaming with excitement as she took something off a tray that was passing her. This is so cool!
Maybe her excitement was getting the better of her, but when she saw a man nearby with a sour expression on his face, Katie found herself unable to understand how it was even possible. So of course, she decided to go and investigate.
"Parties are supposed to be fun, you know! I bet you'd have more fun if you tried smiling or something," She stated matter-of-factly, smile still planted on her face - although it did look a bit smug. Just enough to match her tone.
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"Fun," he repeats, looking around at all the suits and cocktail dresses. "Fun," he says again, as though confirming it to himself. "...right. You must be a trainer," and he says nothing at all about how much more fun he would have if he smiled; he extracts a hand from the pocket of his suit coat and extends it, with -- curse it! how did she trick me into this!? -- a smile that is, at the very least, genuine. "I'm Bill. Nice to meetcha."
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Everything was fairly overwhelming - the amount of people, even for her was one thing. Not to mention the reputable names. But the name Bill didn't quite register with her. It was a common enough name, after all. Responding to his statement, she gave a nod. "That's right! I'm Katie!," There's a slight pause as she looks around. "I bet a lot of the people here must be trainers too."
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"Bill," he repeats, ignoring, for the moment, her remark as to the rest of the crowd. "Bill Hart? I designed the Pokemon Storage System. And oh, yes, I suppose there are," he says, finally registering her words, perhaps. He looks around, adding, "This is some mighty fine shindig, I'll tell you that. Bruno from the Elite Four is here! I don't know who all else..."
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