The Spin Doctor (putaspinonit) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-20 22:43:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | simon griffiths |
Who: Simon
What: Just a regular day in the busy busy world of the PR man
When: Monday
Where: Carnival grounds
Rating: Low
Progress: Solo/Complete
“No, I completely understand why you might feel that way, but I beg you to reconsider. The things this Carnival can bring to your town is truly amazing.” Slight pause. “Granted there are some… racy acts, but honestly who doesn’t need a bit of that in their life? Gets your blood pumping, flowing in the right direction if you get my meaning.” Slight chuckle and a slow grin that pulled apart already smirking lips, revealing a healthy set of teeth. “You’re a smart man, a very smart man. I promise you won’t regret this.”
The conversation ended and an exhale of breath a second or so later as the device in Simon’s ear flashed as if it had a life of its own, blue and surreal. “Here’s hoping I don’t prove myself a liar. Not that it would be a problem because well… I’ll never see the man again, but…” Simon trailed off and turned on his heel, slipping effortlessly and easily into another conversation.
This routine was pretty much a regular occurrence for Simon, he spent a majority of the day pacing the Carnival grounds, babbling away to nothing as if he was a madman. In the old days there were serious consideration made to those who spoke to themselves, imagine what people might make of a man who walked around with a device in his ear and talked to air. Thankfully this was the modern day and Simon didn’t have to worry too much about people thinking he was crazy. Most people who knew him were of the mind that he was absolutely bonkers and honestly? Simon liked it that way.
Nothing wrong with a little bit of crazy, especially in his line of work. It helped, a great deal. Kept him fresh and on his toes. Many a person had met their end in the cutthroat world of Public Relations in the bright lights of Hollywood by not keeping it fresh and watching out for opportunities. Life was nothing if not full of them and it was all about grabbing hold with both hands and just clinging on.
“Hello?” Simon said as he stopped, pressing the tips of his fingers against his hands free. “Yes, I can hear you. And no I certainly don’t appreciate that language.” He rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, heading back in the same direction he’d just come from, slowly but surely manipulating the conversation at hand until he was finally able to win the slighty (read: very) angry man over.
It was all about how you handled the conversation and Simon was nothing if not an artist when it came to winning people over. It was his thing and that was one of the many reasons he was responsible for the Carnival’s PR.
Life was nothing if not fun when you were doing PR work for an out of this world Carnival.