Wednesday: November 7, 2007
Who: Travis and Adrienne
Where: Marketplace
When: Evening
What: Putting up flyers and hanging out

Travis was pretty honored that he was picked as a Vice Council Nominee. Maybe he wasn’t picked in a normal way, maybe his daughter paid someone, or maybe there was some undercover threatening going on. Either way, he was setting up flyers throughout the town with a grin on his face. Not a corny grin like “Oh my god, I got nominated!”. It was somewhat a pride theme grin because he thought He stepped back, cigarette in mouth to check one out. "Perfect. Look at me. I look batshit insane but oh so dedicated."

Travis could see himself as a good representative for the town because he would be fun and not some guy that looked miserable to be a person in charge. Even the competition process was fun to him. Hell. He had nothing to do for the day. Why not make flyers and check out other peoples to see what his competition was like? So far, it looked like it was going to be quite the fight. Especially since Travis was a better speaker than a writer.

There was a temptation to doodle on some of the posters when he arrived in the Market Area, but instead he behaved himself.