charls is a job juggler (arithmetician) wrote in thedept, @ 2013-05-20 09:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, charls goodwyn, lennox campbell |
WHO Charls Goodwyn + Lennox Campbell
WHAT It's the International Trade Conference! Yay! So Charls and Lennox get down to business to defeat the Germans. Wait.
WHEN Working hours of Monday, May 20
WHERE A small conference room in the DIMC offices.
RATING/WARNINGS tbd.
STATUS ongoing.
TO BE AIRED Yes
Characteristic of Charls, he arrived early in the meeting place. It was an empty conference room in the DIMC offices, one of the smaller ones which sat at most six people. In comparison to the rest of the office, too, or perhaps even the Ministry, it was quiet, devoid of all the hustle and bustle, the flashing cameras, and the eager greetings and equally excited handshakes.
Standing by the door, he breathed in deeply, and let out a grateful sigh of relief. This isn't to say that the morning of Monday, May 20 was exactly the match for him, the one challenge that would send him packing. No, for all his quiet nature, Charls wasn't built like that. But this was his first International Trade Conference so a newbie like him still didn't know what to expect despite the fact that he already had three meetings lined up later that day.
And that was exactly why he approached the farthest seat from the door, his heels tapping moderately but sharply against the silence, pulled it out and placed his sleek leather bag in it. Charls sighed as he ran his hands down the front of his custom-made robe and at the sides of his neat hair, looking at the door a little nervously. That hour, he and Lennox Campbell were going to meet together for a quick debriefing and if Charls understood correctly, he was eager to share him a few tips and tricks with dealing with German delegates. Charls, of course, was only too happy to accept.
But now, he didn't know what to do with himself; he was a little restless. Deciding that it was best to make better use of his time than polishing himself, he moved his bag to the next seat, sat himself by the corner and began pulling out scrolls and parchments and his charmed quill. Figures and tables littered his papers in his distinctive fine print.
In the quiet, Charls began to finish his homework.