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Hera · 01-29-2013, 01:08 PM

Cooper was nervous... in his own way. Jittery, fidgety and very distracted. It was a good thing he was wearing his LUCKY brooch, the one he won at the auction... the one that had wriggled its way into his heart. Chin to his chest, staring down at the gold octopus, Cooper traced a big, clumsy, MANLY thumb along its tentacles.

Debates.

Why did they have to do DEBATES? Couldn't they all sit down with a cup of tea and CHAT. He knew of a number of wireless networks that would JUMP at the opportunity to have him on... err... have the BoG candidates on the air. Admittedly, he missed it. To his credit, and advantage, public speaking was right up his alley... even if he wasn't used to SEEING the people he was speaking to.

Merlin...

Cooper placed his hands in his jacket pockets, and began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He only hoped this... manager... PR... person.. could help him. BAH.

Turning around to face one of the table thingies, Cooper looked at a glass of ... liquid suspiciously. It smelt.... FRUITY... or something. Figuring it would do, he stood, like a zombie... glass in hand, waiting for his person to find him.

01-29-2013, 01:08 PM	#5 (permalink)
Hera DMC Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year x10 x10	½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf Cooper was nervous... in his own way. Jittery, fidgety and very distracted. It was a good thing he was wearing his LUCKY brooch, the one he won at the auction... the one that had wriggled its way into his heart. Chin to his chest, staring down at the gold octopus, Cooper traced a big, clumsy, MANLY thumb along its tentacles. Debates. Why did they have to do DEBATES? Couldn't they all sit down with a cup of tea and CHAT. He knew of a number of wireless networks that would JUMP at the opportunity to have him on... err... have the BoG candidates on the air. Admittedly, he missed it. To his credit, and advantage, public speaking was right up his alley... even if he wasn't used to SEEING the people he was speaking to. Merlin... Cooper placed his hands in his jacket pockets, and began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He only hoped this... manager... PR... person.. could help him. BAH. Turning around to face one of the table thingies, Cooper looked at a glass of ... liquid suspiciously. It smelt.... FRUITY... or something. Figuring it would do, he stood, like a zombie... glass in hand, waiting for his person to find him. __________________