allonblack
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OOC: This thread is open for a few players. Most of all I'll need a female to show me around the city but other than that the story can go in any direction.
IC: Dale Rickers, a 25 year old graphic designer, 6 ft, 190 pounds.
My job at the ad agency had its ups and downs. The downs usually came on Fridays when it was almost quitting time and the network would decide to crash making a whole day's work all for nothing. The ups however made it worthwhile. Each year during our slow time in early Autumn, the crew would get to go abroad and take pictures for travel brochures. It alternated each year who would do what. A couple would go to one country and document food, another crew would go to another country to document festivals, and so on. Basically it was a paid vacation to keep us happy since almost daily many people in the agency received offeres to work at better agencies for higher wages.
This year I had drawn The United Kingdom with the focus on sports. Immediately soccer popped into my head. I was on cloud nine because I had always wanted to visit the UK and getting paid to do it sounded even better. The itenirary was always vague to encourage us to explore and not just stay in one city for too long. Normally we would go in crews of two or three, but since the UK covered such a large area I was sent to England on my own.
I wasn't worried, after all there would be no language gap. Plus I always did have a thing for accents, particularly British so it would be a lot easier to meet people without Sean and Billy being cockblocks the whole time. I wasn't too jet lagged so I decided to head to a pub and listen in on conversations about which teams and players were the best so I knew who to photograph.
I took a deep breath and went in the pub, hoping I would blend in.
IC: Dale Rickers, a 25 year old graphic designer, 6 ft, 190 pounds.
My job at the ad agency had its ups and downs. The downs usually came on Fridays when it was almost quitting time and the network would decide to crash making a whole day's work all for nothing. The ups however made it worthwhile. Each year during our slow time in early Autumn, the crew would get to go abroad and take pictures for travel brochures. It alternated each year who would do what. A couple would go to one country and document food, another crew would go to another country to document festivals, and so on. Basically it was a paid vacation to keep us happy since almost daily many people in the agency received offeres to work at better agencies for higher wages.
This year I had drawn The United Kingdom with the focus on sports. Immediately soccer popped into my head. I was on cloud nine because I had always wanted to visit the UK and getting paid to do it sounded even better. The itenirary was always vague to encourage us to explore and not just stay in one city for too long. Normally we would go in crews of two or three, but since the UK covered such a large area I was sent to England on my own.
I wasn't worried, after all there would be no language gap. Plus I always did have a thing for accents, particularly British so it would be a lot easier to meet people without Sean and Billy being cockblocks the whole time. I wasn't too jet lagged so I decided to head to a pub and listen in on conversations about which teams and players were the best so I knew who to photograph.
I took a deep breath and went in the pub, hoping I would blend in.
