Western Navascuez
28-03-2004, 04:40
Nielsen Building. Cienaga, Western Navascuez; 5:21 PM
It was a small, dimly lit room, with a stage at one end and the main exit at the other. Fold-up chairs packed the room, and it appeared as if the hosts were expecting a large turnout for the evening. On the stage, there was a simple, mahogany podium flanked on either side by deep-red curtains. Behind it, the Navascan flag hung vertically; the red, white and blue of the flag was the only outstanding feature in the whole room. It was also apparent from the room’s appearance that the hosts wanted to keep this a low profile event.
A few reporters, all dressed in brown or blue suits, some with hats, cautiously entered the room. "Are we in the right place?" one asked. As they went to sit down, two men walked in from the side door, both dressed in black suits and ties, wearing sunglasses as well, and barely perceptible were earphones. From their appearance, the reporters assumed they were Secret Service agents. The two men sat down in chairs that were placed on the left of the podium, looking out into the growing crowd with stern glares.
After a few more minutes, the man of the hour sauntered in. He was the representative for the Navascan government. He was a tall, light-skinned man with shiny black hair, and he always had a smile on his face. He had on a plain white button-down shirt, it was supposed to be a long-sleeve, but he'd rolled up the sleeves, most likely due to the warm weather of the region. His black pants had some dust on them, which he promptly brushed off upon arriving in the room. His polished black dress shoes made a slight tapping sound as he walked on the hardwood floor of the stage to take his place in front of the reporters. He waited a few more minutes for some latecomers to arrive before speaking.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Henry Nakahara, representative of the federal government of WestNav for the evening. As I’m sure you're all aware, this is a press conference open to reporters around the country and the globe. As far as I know, the floor's open for any sort of question pertaining to our government's policies, domestic and international. I know you've all been waiting long enough, so without further ado, let's begin." He scanned the room; most of the chairs were filled by now, although ten or so were still empty. Pointing randomly in the throng of reporters, he picked out one with his hand raised.
"What's your question, sir?"
It was a small, dimly lit room, with a stage at one end and the main exit at the other. Fold-up chairs packed the room, and it appeared as if the hosts were expecting a large turnout for the evening. On the stage, there was a simple, mahogany podium flanked on either side by deep-red curtains. Behind it, the Navascan flag hung vertically; the red, white and blue of the flag was the only outstanding feature in the whole room. It was also apparent from the room’s appearance that the hosts wanted to keep this a low profile event.
A few reporters, all dressed in brown or blue suits, some with hats, cautiously entered the room. "Are we in the right place?" one asked. As they went to sit down, two men walked in from the side door, both dressed in black suits and ties, wearing sunglasses as well, and barely perceptible were earphones. From their appearance, the reporters assumed they were Secret Service agents. The two men sat down in chairs that were placed on the left of the podium, looking out into the growing crowd with stern glares.
After a few more minutes, the man of the hour sauntered in. He was the representative for the Navascan government. He was a tall, light-skinned man with shiny black hair, and he always had a smile on his face. He had on a plain white button-down shirt, it was supposed to be a long-sleeve, but he'd rolled up the sleeves, most likely due to the warm weather of the region. His black pants had some dust on them, which he promptly brushed off upon arriving in the room. His polished black dress shoes made a slight tapping sound as he walked on the hardwood floor of the stage to take his place in front of the reporters. He waited a few more minutes for some latecomers to arrive before speaking.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Henry Nakahara, representative of the federal government of WestNav for the evening. As I’m sure you're all aware, this is a press conference open to reporters around the country and the globe. As far as I know, the floor's open for any sort of question pertaining to our government's policies, domestic and international. I know you've all been waiting long enough, so without further ado, let's begin." He scanned the room; most of the chairs were filled by now, although ten or so were still empty. Pointing randomly in the throng of reporters, he picked out one with his hand raised.
"What's your question, sir?"