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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 19:20:36 GMT -6
Alexis marched determinedly up to the Student Union building. She’d applied to become the vice president of the Journalist club, and she’d been accepted. The only logical next step was to go find something worth talking about for an article. After all, she had to make a good impression! If she didn’t make it as a first class superhero, she’d use her power to be the best journalist NY had ever had. Also, it made a good cover job. She was naturally curious, sticking her nose into other people’s business, and she lived for gossip, so journalism seemed the perfect way to go whether she chose to pursue it only as a side job to being a super, or full time.
That’s why she was here. She knew she’d find someone from the student council who she could talk to and get some information off of. Partly on the workings of the university, any gossip regarding any prominent students, intriguing information on professors…but mostly she wanted to find out more about the death of Wonderman, the rift in the superhero community and the stand the University is taking on the situation…though she doubted she’d get all of that from one person in one sitting. This would probably be a long term plan. For now she wanted to see what she could dig up.
Pushing the door of the building open, she headed towards where she thought the most people could be at this hour…and that meant the café. Heading down the corridor following the signs and the sounds of people, she walked through the open door into the busy café. Quickly looking around for the best potential candidate, she spotted a guy with bright purple hair and hurried over. “Hey. I’m Alexis. I’m with the Vireximus Herald. Are you a member of the Student Council? And if so, do you have a minute?”
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Dec 9, 2013 12:23:30 GMT -6
julio was halfway through a mouthful, and halfway through a page, when he heard her voice.
and vegas had to confess that his guard had been down!!! indeed, as it so happened, even heroes could be caught off-guard - he was no exception to that! stopping mid-chew, stopping mid-page, glancing up to the questioner with a look that seemed mildly. it seems that julio had to take a moment to pause and consider the implications of taking up a student journalist up on that offer.
and with the wide grin on his face, the answer seemed to be yes.
gesturing to a seat opposite already occupied by two bags - one a messenger, the other a duffle - his mouth was still full when julio started, “'course!” it was true! vegas was student council, after all. the mention of the vireximus herald she was obviously a student journalist. and a noble kind student journalists are so when julio swallowed whatever he was eating, he echoed the sentiment. if just, much more loudly, “all the time in the world for a stunning member of our au courant herald! nay, all the time in the universe. pray tell, dear hero of the press--”
he stopped mid sentence in order to do a grand gesture. which seemed a dramatic way to reach to get something else to eat as he said, “what is the aim of your quest and how may vegas, dedicated member of the student council, assist you today?”
as if to congratulate himself for saying that he bit off a dignified amount of the short biscuit and, talking with his mouthful, added, “wait, i-- vegas has class soon, but time shall be made if that is what the beautiful student populace desires.”
@havocensures
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 22:45:51 GMT -6
She had obviously interrupted is lunch. She gave him a bright little smile as he indicated a chair opposite, though a brief flash of indecision crossed her face when she saw the bags. Should she try perching on a corner, or should she move the bags? Quickly making up her mind, she grabbed the two bags and placed them on the floor under the table, promptly sitting down to face the rather flamboyant individual she had decided to interview. She examined him quickly. Bright purple hair, toned figure, referred to himself in third person, and by surname…well, he was going to be a handful to maintain. Pulling out a notepad from her bag, she cleared away a patch of table from crumbs and jotted down VEGAS. Looking up from her pad, she gave him another bright little smile. ”Thank you so much for your time, Vegas. I promise I’ll try not to keep you away from all the important things you’ve got to attend to.”
She put the pen down on the pad and leaned forward to rest an elbow on the table and her head on her hand. “Well, Vegas, I’d like to know a bit more about the role of the student council and where you fit in, any interesting information you might have regarding the professors, and any up-and-coming superheroes, apart from yourself of course! But first of all, I’d like to know a little bit more about you! As would our readers, I’m sure. Students need to know who’s on their council! So, is there a first name, Vegas?” she asked, picking up her pen and twiddling it lightly between her fingers. If she could befriend Vegas, she’d have an invaluable source of information. Though she doubted she could manipulate him…he seemed too…high-maintenance. JULIO VEGAS
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