Can you imagine anyone coming to the festivities today and not become wrapped up in the excitement?
If you can, it may be because of the middle-aged reporter prowling around. With notepad in one hand and pen clutched tightly in the other, she slips in and out, pushing past mingling locals and looking generally miserable. She does not even look remotely amused in the slightest to be at the closing ceremonies. One might ask why she decided to go in the first place – but isn't that a rather silly question to ask? If the notepad, formal business suit and her vain attempts to look professional isn't enough to clue you in, what would?
But – a surprise, I’m sure, even for her - eventually the woman appears to realize what her job entails. Occasionally she will come up to a random Visitor (perhaps cornering is a better word), bringing out a silver device from her jacket pocket and clicking it.
“Hi.” She says, spreading that single syllable impossible thin. “I’m a reporter for the Hinoto-Ri Local News. I was wondering if I could get a word?”
And then she flashes this ‘smile’ that is so sickeningly sweet that it’s slightly off-putting.
"I only have a few questions. It won't take up too much of your precious time, I'm sure."
Look buster. She isn't exactly thrilled to be here, and she’s not pleased as punch to be talking to you either but just work with her. The quicker you answer the questions, the sooner she'll leave you alone.
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If you can, it may be because of the middle-aged reporter prowling around. With notepad in one hand and pen clutched tightly in the other, she slips in and out, pushing past mingling locals and looking generally miserable. She does not even look remotely amused in the slightest to be at the closing ceremonies. One might ask why she decided to go in the first place – but isn't that a rather silly question to ask? If the notepad, formal business suit and her vain attempts to look professional isn't enough to clue you in, what would?
But – a surprise, I’m sure, even for her - eventually the woman appears to realize what her job entails. Occasionally she will come up to a random Visitor (perhaps cornering is a better word), bringing out a silver device from her jacket pocket and clicking it.
“Hi.” She says, spreading that single syllable impossible thin. “I’m a reporter for the Hinoto-Ri Local News. I was wondering if I could get a word?”
And then she flashes this ‘smile’ that is so sickeningly sweet that it’s slightly off-putting.
"I only have a few questions. It won't take up too much of your precious time, I'm sure."
Look buster. She isn't exactly thrilled to be here, and she’s not pleased as punch to be talking to you either but just work with her. The quicker you answer the questions, the sooner she'll leave you alone.