Random Weekly Roleplay - Too Busy

Hezekon

Hezekon

Right Hono(u)rable Minister of Music
There is a man crossing the sidewalk. He is in a rush. We visit his eyes, his lips, his cheek and his jowel making headway along the path before him. He thinks many things in his head. There is a woman who approaches him. He says only one thing:

"Too busy."

He carries on, leaving her stunned.
 
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Hezekon said:
There is a man crossing the sidewalk. He is in a rush. We visit his eyes, his lips, his cheek and his jowel making headway along the path before him. He thinks many things in his head. There is a woman who approaches him. He says only one thing:

"Too busy."

He carries on, leaving her stunned.
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The woman stood agape for a moment with her finger in the air. She had been about to introduce herself the man, who she was quite sure was Malcolm Pully-Price, MP QC (amongst other high and mighty abbreviations that no one really remembered, including Malcolm, but that nonetheless dutifually appeared behind his name on his best stationary). Her name was Nancy Grieves, and she needed money. Not for herself of course - Nancy was the director of the Children's Charity for Especailly Rambunctious Children, and she had just recently found out the home from which she ran her charity was on the verge of being gobbled up by the government in a development scheme. That was where Malcolm Pully-Price, MP QC ETC came in - for after all, he was in the charge of the Urban Planning and Commericial Development subcommittee of the House of Commons.
 
Malcolm at this moment knew that the woman he passed (Victoria or Valence or Vivion, he thought) was in need of his services, but he would have to return to her at a later time, when he had it. But, at the moment, as he kept huffing to himself, He was "too busy."
 
Malcom replied, "STOP!!!! I GOTTA DO WORK!!! YOURE IN MY WAY!!! MOVE!" then he naruto ran away, with his briefcase flailing behind him like a dead chicken.
 
However, as Malcolm was gracefully sprinting away, his briefcase flung open. Stunned at the inconvenience, he skidded to a halt and quickly turned around to retrieve all his scattered papers across the street, dodging pedestrians and attempting to save the documents from scattered puddles. Malcolm noticed as he was placing the last of his papers in his briefcase that in his rush he had dropped his wallet.
Then he noticed nearby the woman that he didn't allow to speak was standing a few feet away holding the billfold with the slightest grin on her face.
 
DictatorAnna10 said:
However, as Malcolm was gracefully sprinting away, his briefcase flung open. Stunned at the inconvenience, he skidded to a halt and quickly turned around to retrieve all his scattered papers across the street, dodging pedestrians and attempting to save the documents from scattered puddles. Malcolm noticed as he was placing the last of his papers in his briefcase that in his rush he had dropped his wallet.
Then he noticed nearby the woman that he didn't allow to speak was standing a few feet away holding the billfold with the slightest grin on her face.
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Malcolm's sense of Decorum immediately caused his brow to ruffle. This was simply ... outrageous! This woman appeared to think that she had something over him since she had his wallet. "Now look here, that's mine now just hand it over, you ... you ... ruffian!" Malcolm's voice always rose when he was perturbed, and while he sputtered out that sentence his voice rose a full octave and a half, with ruffian coming out as something rather squeakish. Nancy, who had been surprised by the vitriol with which Malcolm was addressing her, couldn't help but giggle at the sound of the man's voice. The whole situation was just too silly, and she couldn't help it. Upon hearing her laugh, Malcolm eyes went wide, and his mouth worked up and down several times without saying anything. It looked as if Malcolm was preparing to yell again when all of a sudden, his demeanor changed. To Nancy it looked momentarily as if he was about to explode in anger, but to her great surprise he suddenly broke into a grin and started laughing heartily. "Goodness gracious me, but I do take myself much too seriously sometimes. I do believe, madame, that you have been trying to speak with me and I have been ignoring you. I'm rather late now I fear for a meeting in the Commons but - if you walk with me, perhaps I can figure out what to do with you, eh?"
 
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