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Frederick Foswell	Central Park was home to quite a few events throughout the year in NYC. Today this peaceful patch of wilderness within the urban sprawl that was NYC was the stage for a protest, a small one, but a notable one. People For Modora were staging a small demonstration there to protest Modora's king, Fando IV. and Fredrick Foswell was sent by the Daily Bugle to get shots for tomorrow's edition. Chants and voices singing the Modoran national annthem filled the air as Frederick Foswell circled the police blockade, trying to get a good shot at the protestors. Anyone watching the sight from nearby would see a short, thin man circling a barricade, his white-shirt overalls combo combined with his short, unkempt brown hair and coke bottle glasses making him look almost comical in a way. Suddenly, Fred let out a cry of triumph as he saw a gap which allowed for a perfect shot of the protestors. Fredrick immediately rushed over, only to be shoved out of the way by a taller, fatter man wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The man cried out as he rushed past Foswell, "Outta my way, Pip-squeak!" "But, but I-" Foswell began, before suddenly banging his fist on the concrete below him, obviously angry at what happened. He then began to grope around on the ground, looking for his glasses, which got a few people nearby to look down in sympathy, and some others to laugh.
Ka'shira Raptorethi	Still learning the city, Shira decided to explore one of its great marvels, Central Park. Despite the unseasonably warm weather, she wore a plaid wool blazer fashionably short-cropped, tailored jeans, and suede boots. As always she dripped in couture, designer labels. The young woman headed from the entrance where a taxi had dropped her to walk the great lawn.      Unbeknownst to Ka'shira, a protest was currently underway. She slowed as she neared the assembled protestors and paused at one of the many food vendors. This uncommon situation presented a great opportunity for people-watching. So, she purchased a small cup of plain black tea and casually moved closer.      As the young woman neared, she noted a confrontation at the periphery of the gathering and blockades. For the moment, she refrained from intervening and continued to observe. Brown gaze lifted to a uniformed officer monitoring the protest, curious at his reaction.
Frederick Foswell	The officer glanced at the sitiation that was occurring and walked up to Foswell and offered a hand. Foswell gripped the man's hand tightly and hauled himself up, taking his glasses in his other hand as he does. Foswell took one look at the fat man, looked back to the officer and shook his head. He then started to walk towards the stand Ka'shira was at and leans at a nearby pole. As the fast man continues to take photos, Foswell sighs and hanfgs his head, muttering to himself as he does.
Ka'shira Raptorethi	Ka'shira continued to watch, blowing into her tea to cool it. Only after everything seemed resolved did she step forward. Brown eyes watched as the larger reporter continued his task leaving the smaller one without an angle. Shira chose her reaction carefully, torn between reflexive response and that or her adopted persona.     "Are you alright?" The young woman asked, offering the diminutive man a ready smile.
Frederick Foswell	Foswell looked up in surprise, and saw a rather attractive woman talking to him. He stammered for a bit before managing to say,"Y-yeah, i'm fine. I'm used to it at this point." Frederick stared at the fat ma for a moment, and if Ka were good at reading emotions, she would be able to see a glint of hatred and resentment in his eyes as he glared at the man, before looking down again. He then sighs again and says, "Everyone's always picking on "little ole" Frederick Foswell."
Ka'shira Raptorethi	Shira smiled again, empathetically. She'd had to bite back her initial response, but she managed to keep her mask of polite concern in place. "Well Frederick Foswel, hopefully, you can find another angle. You want to document this, I imagine?" She asked in cultured tones, her accent indistinctly European.      Ka'Shira took another sip of her tea, as gaze swept the protest, looking for a better spot. After a moment, she settled on a bench not far from where people gathered and chanted. "There," she pointed out. "If you stand on the bench it should give you a better vantage."
Frederick Foswell	Frederick smiled and nodded at the European woman, a smile growing on his face. Suddenly, his grin grows wider as Shira pointed out the bench. Frederick gave her a quick nod in thanks before rushing over and clambering onto the bench. He then began to take picture of the protest,, cackling in joy as he did.
Ka'shira Raptorethi	Ka'shira chuckled quietly as the man darted off. She watched for a moment as he joyfully took the needed shots. "Good luck," She called. Then, finishing her tea and disposing of the cup, Shira once more continued her walk. Carefully, she skirted the protestors.