02-22-2020, 01:22 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]mitchell had no clue why amadeus trusted him with this kind of authority. not that he wasn't capable of authority, he had been moderator for r/plantclinc back in the day, but that was different. what exactly is he supposed to say if, half the time, he had no clue what was going on, too overcome by the discomfort of the crowd around him? it was easy, though, amadeus said. just say a couple of words and they would listen. he didn't know about that, though. people actually worshipped this guy. he could blink and they'd be attentive. amadeus was relying on him, though. so, he had to get their attention.
around the fire , people bustled about. mitchell silently watched with intensive clicks of his pens. "hey. . ." he'd mumble to himself first, trying to reiterate what he is going to say. "hey , can i please have your attention?" clearing his throat, he attempts to raise his voice, rather awkwardly, "uh hey! can I have... can I have everyone's attention please" people still bustled, barely listening. why the hell did he agree to this? he raises his voice once again, "I have a few announcements to make!" he waits, hopes. he has to remind himself to [I]never do this again.
around the fire , people bustled about. mitchell silently watched with intensive clicks of his pens. "hey. . ." he'd mumble to himself first, trying to reiterate what he is going to say. "hey , can i please have your attention?" clearing his throat, he attempts to raise his voice, rather awkwardly, "uh hey! can I have... can I have everyone's attention please" people still bustled, barely listening. why the hell did he agree to this? he raises his voice once again, "I have a few announcements to make!" he waits, hopes. he has to remind himself to [I]never do this again.