Not Good Enough {Jack}

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Not Good Enough {Jack} Nov 23, 2012 10:23:43 GMT -8

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Post by bradley on Nov 23, 2012 10:23:43 GMT -8

The Bash scanned through the sports section of the daily prophet, looking for his picture that Jack had told him he'd be able to get in there for him. He finally saw it on the very last page of the sports section, a small little 3x3 picture of The Bash back handing a bludger. The picture itself was pretty good, but it's location and size infuriated The Bash, he had agreed to give Jack exclusive rights to his photos and interviews in exchange for Jack being able to get him extra publicity with his connections at the prophet. "This is not good enough for The Bash." Bradley complained to himself as he scanned through the article. It was the same stuff as usual

"Bradley "The Bash" Parker [pictured above] has continually set himself apart from the rest of the quidditch team as he continues his preparations for his professional career. Bradley has logged… blah blah blah… He continues to show… blah blah blah…"

Reading wasn't exactly The Bash's thing, but he could tell that the article wasn't anything to get overly excited over. The Bash got off the couch and began to storm towards the courtyard, he knew that's where Jack would be. It's where he always was, snapping pictures of random plants or clouds, it was a complete waste in The Bash's opinion. The Bash saw him talking to a couple of people and he continued his march towards the photographer. "Oy! Campbell! The Bash needs to talk to you!" The Bash shouted from almost thirty feet away, continuing to power walk towards him as he lifted up the paper. He got within five feet of Jack before he continued, "What is this Campbell? The Bash made you in charge of his public relations because you said you could get him in the prophet… You think this counts? The Bash deserves better than this. You can do better than this, they obviously just don't understand yet… I'm the Bash, Baby. You need to make them understand that!"

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Not Good Enough {Jack} Nov 23, 2012 13:01:46 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2012 13:01:46 GMT -8

Jack was leaned up against the tree, busily talking away to the Gryffindor girl who was practically hanging on his arm. She was asking him about his internship at the Prophet, ”Yeah, I mean...I was kind of a big deal,” He lied through his teeth, pulling his camera up from the idle spot that it hung on his neck. He snapped a picture of the girl blushing and then winked in her general direction, ”In fact, a lot of the pro Quidditch players that I met there made it a point to ask for my business card and-”

His speech was quickly interrupted by the appearance of The Bash, already babbling away about things that didn’t particularly matter to Jack Campbell. The girl that he had been talking to looked up and about fainted, but Jack supposed that was the normal girlish response to The Bash. He had come to expect it from the Hufflepuff monstrosity. Bradley informed the group that he needed to talk to Jack and everyone all but split up. The girl that had been blushing ducked into the next nearest group of people, “Hello, The Bash,”

[/color] Jack said as he dropped the camera back to his neck and leaned against the tree that was nearby. He wasn’t sure what Bradley was up to, but he knew that it probably wouldn’t be good news for him. As he examined the paper that Bradley was dragging with him, he briefly wondered if the Hufflepuff boy could even read...in fact, he had all but been banking on Bradley not being able to find the picture in the prophet, ”Okay, let’s start at the very beginning.” Jack said as he pushed himself off of the tree and moved forward so that he met Bradley in the middle of his little tirade, ”If I’m going to be in charge of your PR, you need to stop referring to yourself as The Blood Bash, or whatever.” Jack said as he reached up and ran his hand through his blonde hair. The only reason that he had agreed to this job was for some easy galleons on the side...plus, he could maintain most of his contacts at the Prophet, which was nice for him.

”Secondly, I think we need to have a big long chat about understanding.” Jack picked up his camera, turned away from Bradley, and began taking pictures of the group of people that was to the left of the tree that he had previously vacated. He snapped a pretty one and then smiled to himself, ”You have to actually make a name for yourself before I can get you on the front page.” He said casually and then turned back to look at The Bash, ”You’ve got to give me something to work with, Bashy.”[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Not Good Enough {Jack} Nov 30, 2012 6:14:16 GMT -8

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Post by bradley on Nov 30, 2012 6:14:16 GMT -8

The Bash looked at Jack completely offended, “But, I’m The Bash, Baby.” He said defensively as Jack said he needed to stop referring to himself as “The Bash”, which is something that The Bash would never do, it was his persona; his niche, it’s what separated himself from every other quidditch player. If he just referred to himself as Bradley Parker, he wouldn’t stand out from all of the other beaters and chasers; whereas “The BASH” stood out, The Bash popped, The Bash drew attention. “The Bash isn’t going to stop referring to himself as The Bash, so maybe Jack needs to learn to get over it.” The Bash snapped back at Jack, not liking the tone that Jack had decided to use with him, or the condescending manner that he was talking to him in.

The Bash wanted to club Jack over the head as he talked about how he needed to make a name for himself, “Hullo, The Bash did make a name for himself, It’s The Bash” The Bash replied obviously not understand what Jack had meant, thinking that he had wanted the bash to literally make a name up for himself. The Bash looked back down at the Dailey Prophet and more so, at the tiny picture of himself, he smiled in amusement at it, He loved seeing pictures of himself, and more importantly loved the fact that other people could see pictures of him.

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Not Good Enough {Jack} Dec 2, 2012 9:39:51 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 9:39:51 GMT -8

Jack stared at The Bash, wondering to himself how it was possible for someone to be that much of an idiot. Did Bradley honestly think that he meant giving him an actual name? A name to be called by? Jack picked his camera from his neck strap and took another picture of where the lake came up to meet the grass, ”You don’t have to keep referring to yourself in third person, good sir,” Jack said sarcastically. ‘You sound like a cave-man,’ His mind mentally continued the sentence for him. Jack could see that the brutish man was beginning to get upset with him and he figured that it was best to drop the attitude before he decided to squash Jack’s head for in-sub-ordinance, ”Alright, listen mate-” Jack began as he dropped his camera to his chest and then ran his hands through his blonde hair.

Jack watched as The Bash looked back down at the newspaper and began smiling to himself as he watched the tiny picture of himself flying through the air. Campbell could only imagine what was going through his tiny pea-sized brain at that point in time, ”Bash-” Jack said, waving his hand in front of the guy’s face, trying to get his attention back on point. The Bash had obviously come out here for a reason and now Jack had to deal with trying to get through to him on a business level...which was perhaps more than he could hope to understand, ”Have you lined up any practices for the summer off-season?” Jack asked, hoping to find something that would be news worthy about The Bash. As much as Bradley had begged Jack to write about his huge biceps, Jack knew that that would never make the Prophet. He needed something of interest, something of intrigue.