As Promised! :)

Okay, I did the character sketches! I only managed three... But oh well. See if you can guess any! (I warn you now, Number Two is someone I no longer see and who I highly doubt any other readers will know. It was fun to write though ^.^)

Number One
     Sweat glistens on his upper lip, making me feel slightly ill; or at least, it would, if his voice had not already done so. He's pouring out lies, wrapping them up in an expensive coating, expecting us to swallow them.  He thinks, naively, that he's won us over- there's no hesitation in his voice; it's cocky, over-confident. After all, it's not us he's talking to, but the cameras, and for him that's just another day's work. He makes jokes, sending himself up- doesn't he realise that this is all at his expense? That we can see right through the high-class voice and expensive voice, the money and fortune, the ideals and wishes. Seemingly not. If he did, maybe he'd try a bit harder. Maybe he'd actually acknowledge the problems we face, the ones he's so immune to. Then again, with a country at your beck and call, maybe the people aren't really your concern after all.

Number Two
     The first thing I notice about her are her eyes; they're narrowed against the early morning wind, but there's more to it than that. They're full of suspicion and tiredness- they've been around the world and back again. These aren't young women's eyes. In contrast, the rest of her seems more at ease. The hem of a flowered dress swings loosely by her knees, completely at odds with her thick jacket and white trainers. Right now, she's forfeited image for comfort- but I'm sure that'll change, once she arrives at her destination. The pretty yet purposeful heels will come out, and she'll swipe another layer of mascara on, trying to hide the look within her eyes.

Number Three
     She's got an eye for style, I'll give her that. Pretty, too, in a slightly stressed, harried way, though she'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled more. Of course, there's no time for that. She's got a job to do- and if she doesn't do her job, who knows what'll happen. Maybe the world will collapse. With her boss, anything's likely. She's fussing around, trying to finish final preparations, making sure everything's in order. I almost think that perfection wouldn't be good enough in her line of work. Despite her rush, she keeps her coat on- an indication of her reservedness, and a testament to the way she can't stop, even for a moment. I feel sorry for her- does she really believe in what she's doing? Can she honestly say she enjoys what she does, and gets along with the people she works with? As far as we can see, she recieves no thanks; she takes the part of the lovestruck assistant. Played by countless others, yet she brings a charm to it of her own. Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. What would happen if she just said no?