The Art of Presentation! [Open Thread]

Ah, conformity and routine! Something people abhor but are secretly thankful for or just straight up adore, for few things give us all security and inner peace as knowing what comes next. Philosophical meanderings aside, it is something that makes up the majority of people's lives. And it was no different for the students of Shibuya High School. It all started as a normal day it seemed. Flocks of students were making their way through the gates of the campus with an assortment of moods, from excited to depressed and everything in between, it promised to be yet another tranquil day at campus. 

One thing about Routines, though, is that sometimes there is just something that make people turn their heads and go 'WHAT AM I WATCHING' in its oddness. 

Case in point, a Purple Limousine parking right next to the gate of an otherwise ordinary school is not something one sees in their everyday lives, nor was the fact that it opened to a Suit-clad chauffeur opening the doors at the very end and instead of a wealthy business man leaving it, the very first thing to hit the ground was the end of an honest-to-god walking stick. And even more... amusing... was the fact that out of it came a boy. An ordinary boy for all purposes in terms of build, with the only things that set him apart being the aformentioned walking stick and his hair, which was coiffed enough that it made it look as if the tips were a plethora of small horns. Interestingly, while he was a travesty begging for attention with how he made sure that his cane clacked against the ground in perfect synch with every three steps, the way he was speaking english instead of japanese also called attention to him.

"Let's make this clear here, Leonard: I. Don't. CARE if that'll risk your granny dear's job! what i DO care about is that those investigators drink the coffee, fall on the ground, go through a lobotomy I PAID FOR and they DON'T open the case!" Buzzing came from the other end of the phone, but all it got the weird boy to do was roll his eyes and exclaim loudly. "Now you listen here you braindead, juvenile and utterly naive imbecile! If I receive anything even RESEMBLING a warrant on my desk because of your incompetency, i'll be going out of my way to not only fire you, but also make sure you get the Konami treatment and never find a job elsewhere! ALSO i'll be charging you for that surgery." And without any further ado, he flamboyantly ended the call and pocketed the phone, muttering only an "Amateurs..." while continuing on his way and greeting whoever even tried to speak with him in heavily accented Japanese. 

And as if the reprimanding, frustrated tone was nothing but a front, he greeted everyone as happily as if he was having the best day ever. In a way, though, Adam Cromwell WAS having the time of his life bossing idiots about while checking his phone once more, letting out a highly posh snicker as he saw the stock of WcDonalds plummeting by the minute while a tab opened in his news feed, detailing how every single secret recipe in their menu was leaked in a mere /pol post.


"Oh i love it when a plan comes together." and with that final quip, he continued his trekking through the halls of his new school, looking forward to what would come out of this day.