RP: Out of Country
Characters: Lee Jordan, German Quidditch Team Captain (NPC), WWN translator (NPC)
Location: Berlin, Germany
Date: April 7, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/Swearing
Summary: Lee spends sometime working overseas
Completion: Complete
"How many hours do you have them practice a day?" Lee asked the rather large and burly Beater, who also happened to be the German National Quidditch Team Captain.
"Sechs."
Lee looked to the wizard who accompanied him on the trip for a translation. "Six."
"Six hours at once?"
The Beater shook his head. "No. We split up. 3 in morning and 2 in afternoon with one in gym."
Lee nodded before asking what kind of work out they did off the Quidditch pitch. It was Lee's turn to receive a look of confusion. The translator sighed and repeated the question in German. The Beater smiled, showing off a month missing a few teeth before going into detail about their regiment to stay in shape. Of course, he said it in German.
Nodding along, Lee was trying to follow his subject's answer as he made hand gestures of some of the work outs, but Lee was just lost. He had to wait for the translation before thanking the German captain for his time and shaking the bloke's hand. "Danke," the beater said before turning to the other members of his team and shouting at them in German.
"What's he saying?"
"That they are a load of horse shit and they better shape up or he's going to replace the lot...'You poor excuse of...'" Lee held up a hand, indicating he got the idea. Sighing, he took the notes from the interview along with the ones from the other players and turned toward the exit.
He planned on talking with a few teams in before he had to report by Friday, but they all seemed to be saying the same thing. Lots of hours on the field as possible. Train Train Train. He was hoping that at least one of them would have joked with him and said the planned on spending all their time getting pissed before each match. Lee shrugged it off as he turned to his interpreter.
"Well, we have another hour before we can use the portkey to head over to Romania. Want to grab a pint?" The other wizard looked at Lee like he was crazy.
"I don't drink while I'm working."
"We're not really working now, mate."
"We are here on the WWN's sickle, so yes, we are working."
Lee shrugged as the translator began to walk ahead of him. This will be the longest business trip in history.
Location: Berlin, Germany
Date: April 7, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/Swearing
Summary: Lee spends sometime working overseas
Completion: Complete
"How many hours do you have them practice a day?" Lee asked the rather large and burly Beater, who also happened to be the German National Quidditch Team Captain.
"Sechs."
Lee looked to the wizard who accompanied him on the trip for a translation. "Six."
"Six hours at once?"
The Beater shook his head. "No. We split up. 3 in morning and 2 in afternoon with one in gym."
Lee nodded before asking what kind of work out they did off the Quidditch pitch. It was Lee's turn to receive a look of confusion. The translator sighed and repeated the question in German. The Beater smiled, showing off a month missing a few teeth before going into detail about their regiment to stay in shape. Of course, he said it in German.
Nodding along, Lee was trying to follow his subject's answer as he made hand gestures of some of the work outs, but Lee was just lost. He had to wait for the translation before thanking the German captain for his time and shaking the bloke's hand. "Danke," the beater said before turning to the other members of his team and shouting at them in German.
"What's he saying?"
"That they are a load of horse shit and they better shape up or he's going to replace the lot...'You poor excuse of...'" Lee held up a hand, indicating he got the idea. Sighing, he took the notes from the interview along with the ones from the other players and turned toward the exit.
He planned on talking with a few teams in before he had to report by Friday, but they all seemed to be saying the same thing. Lots of hours on the field as possible. Train Train Train. He was hoping that at least one of them would have joked with him and said the planned on spending all their time getting pissed before each match. Lee shrugged it off as he turned to his interpreter.
"Well, we have another hour before we can use the portkey to head over to Romania. Want to grab a pint?" The other wizard looked at Lee like he was crazy.
"I don't drink while I'm working."
"We're not really working now, mate."
"We are here on the WWN's sickle, so yes, we are working."
Lee shrugged as the translator began to walk ahead of him. This will be the longest business trip in history.