Muscles taught with anticipation whilst legs grew stiff from hours of waiting, one lone reporter remained with a set goal, all knowledge and skill coming into play as he leveled his patience. News teams from around New York had left the scene hours before, all but given up hope of the elusive politician emerging from their room, but, with brows lowered in heavy determination, one man would not be so easily defeated. This is why he was the best at what he did. This is why he'd come back to the job. And this is why the show needed
Crouched low to the ground, hidden behind the plastic foliage of a decorative plant, Steve Carell-- Reporter, Correspondent, Political Pundit, News Analyst and Award Winning Actor-- awaited his prey within the lobby of a well known NY hotel. Had it not been for years of journalist training and experience, boredom would have set in long ago, but Steve was man of dedication and will power who would not give up so easily. In this time of solitude, hunched against the over-sized and equally fake plant pot, Carell was given time to slip his mind into meaningful and life changing thoughts. No longer did he dwell upon missed opportunities, but relished in those that had been taken. Yes, he was a changed man.. or at least he liked to think so. But reality was somewhat different.
A minor shift in his gaze had him staring downwards, taking that moment to rearrange his tie, a finger slipping into the tight knot to loosen it's grip about his neck, releasing the oppressive hold it had on him. With a satisfied smile creeping to his features, his eyes drifted back up to be greeted with the view of slack clad legs, his neck craning back to eye up a hefty looking yet smartly dressed male whose legs those had belonged to."Mister Carell?"
"..Hello?" The response came, charming in it's manner, not at all phased by the apparent Security Guard."I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring the hotel guests."
An understanding nod from the crouched reporter followed, though his response was not of agreement, "I'm afraid I can't do that. You see I-"
But he was given no time for an explanation as one large hand grabbed his shoulder and hoisted him roughly to his feet, his arm being skilfully yet painfully twisted behind his back as he was escorted
from the premises amongst his noisy protests and threats to sue.Reporter Lesson #146: Fake plants do not provide ample cover.
Current Mood: determined