Victor was sprawled across his bed, propped up by a number of fluffy pillows against the headboard. His eyes ran over the words on the page as Yuuri recited them. “How was that?” Yuuri asked, coming to a pause. Victor set the papers aside. “It was good, but maybe don’t pace so much.” Yuuri didn’t heed the advice. If anything, his pacing got faster. “There’s going to be so many people. And reporters. And then tomorrow a bunch of analysts are going to take my speech apart word for word and figure out what’s wrong with it. I don’t know how you do it.” Victor frowned. All he’d done was a press conference and a few phone interviews over the last two weeks to explain away him stepping out of sword fighting to “focus on his duties as a …show more content…
“When it’s not the first thing on your mind. You are still coming for my birthday, right?” It was nearly a month too late to be considered a birthday, party; it was more of just Chris needing an excuse to check out Capitol City’s party scene. Victor had coaxed Yuuri into going, but he still doubted that Yuuri wouldn’t find an excuse to get out of it. “Yeah but…ugh. I don’t know your friends, it’s going to be weird.” Victor hummed thoughtfully. “They’re Chris’s friends, I don’t know who he’s bringing along; I might know some of them, but we’re basically in the same boat.” Yuuri sighed, looking conflicted. “I’ll just-I’ll try to dress inconspicuously.” Victor did not point out that Yuuri would probably get recognized anywhere even if he wore a sack over his head. “Clubs are dark with weird lighting. I promise it’ll be fun.” Yuuri smiled reassuringly. “I said I’d go.” “I’m looking forward to it.” The last couple of weeks had been so hectic, quitting competitive dueling aside, Victor hadn’t realized just how many documents needed his signature in the process of officially being Yuuri’s bodyguard. He shuffled the papers. “You want to try again? He went through it a few more times, and it sounded fine to Victor, but Yuuri kept finding tiny inconsistencies. The words were mush by the sixth time, his eyes gliding, rather than reading them over, when the door vibrated. A silver panel peeled back to
To tackle the housing affordability, first of all, it is crucial to lift the supply of housing as it will release the pressure on the housing price. Nevertheless, the supply of housing is inelastic as it requires an adequate fund, time, approval from the Government. Besides, the housing system is heavily dependent on the private sector. Thus, the Government should provide initiatives for housing providers to shift the supply of houses in the market. Australia would follow the policies from other countries to tackle the housing affordability. However, it has to fit in the Australian context. These policies might work well in other places but it does not mean that it will be applicable in Australia. The Singapore Government has a public
“The birthright of the throne. He was the heir and chosen king of K’un-Lun.” Yu-Ti snapped.
She waited nervously outside the door for him to answer. She wasn’t sure if she should try to seem normal, or give it away that something was going on. As soon as he answered the door, she could tell he sensed it anyways.
“Very good, Dylan. Now can you tell me who you were with at this party?”
Tristan stared absently into space. “I don’t know I… I’m not great with people anymore. But we’re friends for today.”
“How come you had your birthday party last week? I thought that your birthday isn’t till next month?”
“I’ve seen you practicing over the month, and you seem to have a-” he stopped there.
“If it makes you feel any better, it was a bad idea,” Kurapika murmured, earning a startled glance from Leorio. “I wasn’t ready for...how much things had changed. I don’t
Yuuri could feel his body tense as a mixture of fear and depression started to coil in his throat, threatening to turn to bile. “No.”
Throughout photographic history, the threshold that many artists had to overcome was conveying the meaning of their photographs to the public if any at all, and the orientation of the subjects in their photography. The intent of portrait photography is to display the likeness, personality, and even the mood of the subject. Nineteenth century photo historian Alan Trachtenberg notes, “Aspiring professionals wrestled with the problem: how to arrange their sitters and manipulate the often fickle medium to produce not just a picture but a pleasing one--not just a likeness but a portrait”(Trachtenberg, 24). Through these words of Trachtenberg, we can deduce that the main problem was how photographers manipulate their subjects in a way that would
“I am done with your shit. Tell me exactly what's going on. Tell me everything. I demand an answer from you.” He inched his face closer to Vanitas'. He wanted to seem intimidating enough. Everyone knew how Riku was; hopefully they would catch on.
Angela set her cup down and walked back into the kitchen. Her heart told her what she would see before she saw it. She stood near the counter and stared at the jumble of boards on the floor, all pulled from the wall and solid door frame. The door itself was swinging back and forth on its rusty hinges. Whap-whap-whap. Each time it came back, it would smack the area of the frame which kept it from
A car door opened and then closed. The sound of her husband’s keys jingling against each other reached her ears, followed by the sound of the front door opening and then closing. She shut her eyes.
“Okay.” He offered a flat smile. “I understand. I think I’m going to ask Nico for a lesson, his sword work is impressive. I’d work with Caspian, but I think he’s’ resting after yesterday.”