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Danny Orthius
Guest
Original poster
A sharply dressed man in relatively bright clothing walks out into the middle of the room carrying and old beat up wooden crate with the red words "Soap Box" scrawled on the side of it. Placing the box upside down upon the ground and stepping up to elevate his view of the current surroundings he allowed a hand to run through his off-white hair. Two assistance, one a rather young red haired women the other a wild eyed scruffy looking gentlemen, seemingly come out of nowhere. Each one seemed to perform mild tasks with quick efficiency such as tucking in the man's shirt, straightening out his tie, buffing his shoes, and yanking what seems like a nose hair which only caused him to flinch and cast an unsavory eye upon his help.
With flailing arms the man shooed off his nagging followers and in mere wisps of smoke they are gone. "Right then." The voice was crisp and yet a bit of youth could still be caught lingering on the coat tails of his words.
"Any questions or concerns for one of your new ruling party's front man?" A sharp glimmer sparked in the back of those deep brown eyes he was flashing everyone that paid him heed. Lips curled back as he crossed his arms in front of his chest as if listening to a silent applause that greeted his wit and natural charm.
"I will make you all my minions at some point or another but please for now except "my" Danny Orthius's friendship for the time being!" As his voice raised his hand quickly jutted out and pointed down at his on lookers, the little old lady and the pigeons she happen to be feeding. A few coo's were easily mistaken as roars of acceptance as Danny made a subtle bow of the head and stepped down of his box.
With flailing arms the man shooed off his nagging followers and in mere wisps of smoke they are gone. "Right then." The voice was crisp and yet a bit of youth could still be caught lingering on the coat tails of his words.
"Any questions or concerns for one of your new ruling party's front man?" A sharp glimmer sparked in the back of those deep brown eyes he was flashing everyone that paid him heed. Lips curled back as he crossed his arms in front of his chest as if listening to a silent applause that greeted his wit and natural charm.
"I will make you all my minions at some point or another but please for now except "my" Danny Orthius's friendship for the time being!" As his voice raised his hand quickly jutted out and pointed down at his on lookers, the little old lady and the pigeons she happen to be feeding. A few coo's were easily mistaken as roars of acceptance as Danny made a subtle bow of the head and stepped down of his box.