ready for grading, 2x - new user
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Juno Hu pulls out a folded up paper note. "Blvd. Agua...Caliente...1-2-0-2-7. This is it, I think!" he whispers to himself. Fireworks are going off in the stadium, and crowd noise can be heard. He makes his way through the security checks using his newly provided ID. The security guards offer a confused look when checking his credentials.
"You are, uhh...who?" they ask with a broken accent.
"Yuppp!" Juno replies. "Dope, you already know!"
Confused looks are exchanged again. A few words in Spanish are exchanged over radio, and after a few moments, they let Juno through. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" they ask as they return his ID card.
Juno nods understandingly, flashes and smile, and proceeds past them. He navigates the stadium with using the stadium's various signs, bumbling his way to the press conference room. He enters and is met with many camera flashes that quickly die down, as confused faces fall onto the reporters and camerapeople. Arms in the air, Hu raises' the roof, nodding enthusiastically at the various media people as he makes his way to the podium. After adjusting the microphone, he speaks.
"Thank you all for coming! Now this the kinda crowd I was expecting for my cherry popper press, but shittttt I guess my people scheduled this one a bit better! WUSSSSSSSSSSSS HAPP'NIN TIJUANAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!"
Befuddled commotion sweeps across the crowd. Reporters in the front row ask...
"¿Quién eres tú?"
"¿Dónde está Raúl Enríquez II?"
"Señor, ¿está perdido?"
"Ehh...clears throat...los siento, no habla ingles...I didn't think to bring a translator. Kinda dumb I know, but do any of you speak English? This presser is gonna be a bit difficult if I have to reply in Spanish!"
Hu overhears a reporter speaking English and focuses his ears towards him. "I think the DSFL draft was the other day. D'you know who got drafted by the Luchadores?" The report asks his colleague.
"Yup!! Ayyyy, at least you can pronounce my name right! Our fuckin' GM couldn't do that! And on live international television?! Fuckin unbelievable!! SHAME!! But we koo 'cuz he hit me with that big ass check. Y'all caught wind of that? Shit was dope! So we koo now, and I am honestly really happy to be here! It has been quite a welcoming experience so far, and the food here is delicious! I love carne asada so much." Hu shouts in his direction, forcing eye contact.
@zaynzk maintains his composure and professionalism. He turns a page on his notepad and scribbles some notes. "Ohhh! Juno Hu!" He whispers something to his colleague, who informs his neighbor. Soon after, a wave of excitement washes through the crowd. "Juno?" "Who?" "Juno Hu!" "Hu??" "Juno!" can be heard throughout.
"Yeeeeee, ye-ye-ye-ye! Thank y'all for being here!"
@zaynzk pulls out a handheld recorder and moves towards the front, sticking it out towards Juno.
"Sorry, you'll have to excuse everyone. See, a Club Tijuana football game just concluded, so we were all expecting to speak with Raúl Enríquez II, so there is a bit of confusion. I would love to interview you myself, but unfortunately I'm ill-equipped, but I do have just a couple of questions if you don't mind?"
"'Course, man, shoot!"
"Whats it like inside the Tijuana Locker Room?"
"Don't you mean los vestuario? smug smile 'Is good, mang, is good. I love it here already. I visited the training facilities the other day. Kinda weird that they have all this barbed wiring and metal detectors for many of the buildings, but it must be to keep Tijuana safe from me. Ayyy, I can respect that!"
"Which WR do you wanna shut down the most?"
"Ooh, it's gotta be both Luke Quick and Chunt. Getting drafted ahead of me?? How dare 'em! I'ma sh---"
Off to the side, a man sporting fútbol gear enters, drawing the attention of the crowd off Hu.
"Ah, well there he is!" @zaynzk interrupts, "Hey, I'm sorry, Juno, but I gotta get goin'. We'll definitely speak another time! 'Twas a pleasure!"
"No problem man, I gotta run too. If ya didn't hear, I was brought onto this team to uhh, fill some 'gaping holes'. Suggestive eyebrow motions. Hehe, so uhh, any recommendations you can offer?" Hu pulls out his folded up tourist map and holds it out for the both of them to view.
"Euhhhh..." A short moment later, @zaynzk replies, "Ah, yes!" He makes some notes on Hu's map, "You'll be well taken care of!" He winks.
"Thanks bruh." Hu pats @zaynzk on the shoulder and turns, leaving the room. "Catch y'all later!"
"...uhhmmm, might not be a good idea to catch all later, eh...??"
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Juno Hu pulls out a folded up paper note. "Blvd. Agua...Caliente...1-2-0-2-7. This is it, I think!" he whispers to himself. Fireworks are going off in the stadium, and crowd noise can be heard. He makes his way through the security checks using his newly provided ID. The security guards offer a confused look when checking his credentials.
"You are, uhh...who?" they ask with a broken accent.
"Yuppp!" Juno replies. "Dope, you already know!"
Confused looks are exchanged again. A few words in Spanish are exchanged over radio, and after a few moments, they let Juno through. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" they ask as they return his ID card.
Juno nods understandingly, flashes and smile, and proceeds past them. He navigates the stadium with using the stadium's various signs, bumbling his way to the press conference room. He enters and is met with many camera flashes that quickly die down, as confused faces fall onto the reporters and camerapeople. Arms in the air, Hu raises' the roof, nodding enthusiastically at the various media people as he makes his way to the podium. After adjusting the microphone, he speaks.
"Thank you all for coming! Now this the kinda crowd I was expecting for my cherry popper press, but shittttt I guess my people scheduled this one a bit better! WUSSSSSSSSSSSS HAPP'NIN TIJUANAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!"
Befuddled commotion sweeps across the crowd. Reporters in the front row ask...
"¿Quién eres tú?"
"¿Dónde está Raúl Enríquez II?"
"Señor, ¿está perdido?"
"Ehh...clears throat...los siento, no habla ingles...I didn't think to bring a translator. Kinda dumb I know, but do any of you speak English? This presser is gonna be a bit difficult if I have to reply in Spanish!"
Hu overhears a reporter speaking English and focuses his ears towards him. "I think the DSFL draft was the other day. D'you know who got drafted by the Luchadores?" The report asks his colleague.
"Yup!! Ayyyy, at least you can pronounce my name right! Our fuckin' GM couldn't do that! And on live international television?! Fuckin unbelievable!! SHAME!! But we koo 'cuz he hit me with that big ass check. Y'all caught wind of that? Shit was dope! So we koo now, and I am honestly really happy to be here! It has been quite a welcoming experience so far, and the food here is delicious! I love carne asada so much." Hu shouts in his direction, forcing eye contact.
@zaynzk maintains his composure and professionalism. He turns a page on his notepad and scribbles some notes. "Ohhh! Juno Hu!" He whispers something to his colleague, who informs his neighbor. Soon after, a wave of excitement washes through the crowd. "Juno?" "Who?" "Juno Hu!" "Hu??" "Juno!" can be heard throughout.
"Yeeeeee, ye-ye-ye-ye! Thank y'all for being here!"
@zaynzk pulls out a handheld recorder and moves towards the front, sticking it out towards Juno.
"Sorry, you'll have to excuse everyone. See, a Club Tijuana football game just concluded, so we were all expecting to speak with Raúl Enríquez II, so there is a bit of confusion. I would love to interview you myself, but unfortunately I'm ill-equipped, but I do have just a couple of questions if you don't mind?"
"'Course, man, shoot!"
"Whats it like inside the Tijuana Locker Room?"
"Don't you mean los vestuario? smug smile 'Is good, mang, is good. I love it here already. I visited the training facilities the other day. Kinda weird that they have all this barbed wiring and metal detectors for many of the buildings, but it must be to keep Tijuana safe from me. Ayyy, I can respect that!"
"Which WR do you wanna shut down the most?"
"Ooh, it's gotta be both Luke Quick and Chunt. Getting drafted ahead of me?? How dare 'em! I'ma sh---"
Off to the side, a man sporting fútbol gear enters, drawing the attention of the crowd off Hu.
"Ah, well there he is!" @zaynzk interrupts, "Hey, I'm sorry, Juno, but I gotta get goin'. We'll definitely speak another time! 'Twas a pleasure!"
"No problem man, I gotta run too. If ya didn't hear, I was brought onto this team to uhh, fill some 'gaping holes'. Suggestive eyebrow motions. Hehe, so uhh, any recommendations you can offer?" Hu pulls out his folded up tourist map and holds it out for the both of them to view.
"Euhhhh..." A short moment later, @zaynzk replies, "Ah, yes!" He makes some notes on Hu's map, "You'll be well taken care of!" He winks.
"Thanks bruh." Hu pats @zaynzk on the shoulder and turns, leaving the room. "Catch y'all later!"
"...uhhmmm, might not be a good idea to catch all later, eh...??"