[This is my "interview," roleplay. Many of my characters will be interviewed here and will answer quite a few different questions, even spilling things they wouldn't normally. Please enjoy.<3]
A man, probably somewhere in his mid-thirties, straightened the papers over and over on his desk, followed by the tie around his neck. It was a vicious cycle and he was close to choking himself out by now from tightening the damn tie just too many times. This was one of the biggest gigs of his career which, in the reality of it, was terribly sad. With so many different people lined up, he was sure that they could get quite a few views and, with any luck, quite a few good reviews, too.
When it was announced that the cameras were rolling, he cleared his throat and smiled his very best smile. "Good day, Evelonians! It is my great pleasure to announce that I will be hosting a series of interviews of some of the wonderful, strange, and maybe not so strange Evelonians across the Lands! Maybe you have heard of them, maybe you have not, but I've got the scoop!"
What the poor little man didn't know, was that the events to follow were never going to air, and he probably wouldn't remember any of this when it was all said and done. It was all just rigged, to gather information for those that wanted it, and he was just a pawn in the game of things.