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Team Flare
Not even life controls us
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Post by William Trafford on Oct 24, 2014 0:25:19 GMT -6
William inhaled a deep lungful of air, holding it in as he watched the whirlwind of people moving around him. Suffice to say, he thrived in situations like this. Hundreds of Grunts scurrying from one place to another, and the concept of an idea that he held becoming fully realized. It was moments like these that he worked for -- that he stuck around with a team whose motto was definitely nowhere near waste not, want not.
But they certainly had a taste for the dramatic that just wasn't natural to him, and so he enjoyed watching his fellow Flare teammates take control of such situations. Under his strict direction, of course.
"No!" He had to shout to be heard over the general hubbub of the town hall. "No, that doesn't go there! That goes over at those tables." William pointed off to the opposite end of the room, and the Grunt in question shuffled awkwardly away from where he was attempting to place the stack of binders.
Scribbling a short, frustrated note on his clipboard, Will pinched his lips together and surveyed the rest of the set-up with a moderate deal of satisfaction. It was his idea to have a recruitment and orientation event in New Bark Town right at the time when a bunch of new Trainers would be starting off on their journey. So he set up in the town hall and ensured that there were Officers and Elites a-plenty in order to help.
He did another quick look-over of the crowd, and his pinched lips tightened into a frown. Now, it was just a matter of them actually showing up...
(please feel free to jump in, Flare members! (or if you want to be secretly recruited to Flare shhhh we will accept you with open arms))
and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
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