[color=brown][h3]Thomas Green[/h3][/color]

Thomas Green stared down at the paper on his desk. He held a pen in his right hand, twirling it absentmindedly. His right hand was curled under his chin, supporting a stern expression of deep focus. [color=brown]"Hmmm...."[/color] The boy hummed thoughtfully. Finally, he sighed and flopped back into his chair.
[color=brown]"That'll do for now."[/color] He said.

Flicking his arm over his shoulder he threw the pen away and leaned forward in his seat, crossing his legs on the chair. Thomas clasped his hands in front of his face while staring down at the pile of papers he'd haphazardly thrown onto the table. The bottom of the pile was mostly made up of his homework. It'd only distract him later, so he'd gotten it done first and set it aside. Everything above that, however, was much more important to him.

Thomas moved a few sheets off the top before fishing out a piece of paper. It was a rough draft for an advertisement for Purple Crown's almost derelict newspaper club. Strewn across his desk were pieces of similarly worded missives with the intention of gaining new members for the newspaper club, or what used to be the newspaper club.

There were a few reasons as to why he was trying to gain new members, first and foremost being that he needed them. Under-performing clubs tended to have a very low life expectancy in purple crown. After all, adults didn't pay taxes for organisations to twiddle their thumbs for who-knows-how-long, why should high schoolers? The Newspaper club had its shortcomings in the name news[i]paper[/i]. The digitization of modern society had basically made paper defunct. Who needed paper stuff when you could get whatever you needed anytime anywhere with holographic interfaces? And then there was the news bit. The news produced by the newspaper club was never particularly new, not when there were forums for just about everything that existed. 

The Newspaper club [i]had[/i] enjoyed a few glory days in the early times of purple crown, but that didn't last long. Its relative "fame" drew mediocrity into its ranks, digital advances made paper more and more obsolete and after that, one hostile takeover staged by incompetent members through Deep Ground was all it took to destroy the rest, leaving Thomas as one of the only 2 members of the newspaper club. Of course, by the time Thomas had joined the newspaper club was halfway in the grave and most of the culprits had already graduated. 

The old president of the newspaper was a good person but he didn't have enough resources to claw back. They kept on losing members right until the day the president graduated. Of course, by then, it was only Thomas and his cousin, Alicia. To take the newspaper club back there would need to be some serious changes. Serious changes Thomas had planned on taking.

[color=brown]"Open browser."[/color] Thomas said, hunched over the desk.
The glowing blue interface shimmered to life on his left. His screen was set to the school forums, the last page he'd visited. Flicking his way to the public forums he quickly began a new post.

[quote=President of the Newspaper club]
JOIN THE NEWS CLUB
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Are you Interested in doing something [i]fun[/i] in your spare time? Are you good at [i]writing, speaking[/i] and [i]finding information?[/i] Well then, [b]FUCK OFF.[/b] We don't need people who are [i]good[/i] at their jobs, we need people who are [i][b]FUCKING SENSATIONAL[/b][/i]. This isn't for fun, this is [i]serious business[/i]. 

You can find news [i]anywhere[/i] but that doesn't make it any [i]good[/i]. And we don't need to be [i]good[/i], we need to be fucking [b]GREAT[/b]. If you think you have the chops to [b]stay ahead[/b] of the pack, I [i]DARE[/i] you to go to the newspaper club room, and we'll see what you've got.

(3rd room on the second floor of building 2 [s]after school[/s] EDIT: lunch time, look for the sign. Sorry for the foul language, please join, we need members.)
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[color=brown]"That'll do for now"[/color] Thomas muttered, looking over his work.
Thomas pressed the publish button and dismissed the screen. Item 1 on the agenda was cleared, though he wasn't entirely sure it'd be effective. He didn't have much choice, though, and he likely needed the kinds of people that'd respond to something like that.

There were 3 things the newspaper club needed to get back to its former glory; members, news and the personal touch. The first item on the agenda was being taken care of, and that particular truck would get somewhere soon, hopefully. Getting news was tied with getting members. There was simply too little he could do as one person that anyone actually cared about. He'd need multiple stories covered at multiple angles, something he couldn't do with only 2 people. The last thing the newspaper club needed was a Thomas Green personal touch; the newspaper club needed a new format. But he'd already drawn the plans for that so he'd build that bridge when he got there.

But now that members was being taken care of, it was time for him to get some news.

Thomas uncrossed his legs and got out of his chair, stretching his stiff muscles before letting our a yawn. He shuffled lethargically to his bed before flopping down with a sigh. Turning over to face the ceiling, he had took a moment to marshal his thoughts. Quite frankly, Thomas was getting frustrated by the state of affairs. 

The black king's announcement, the black city sweepers gathering, the dissolution incident and the forced log out event made the past week a veritable buffet of interesting and, more importantly, marketable stories to write but he hadn't been do anything. He'd weighed the options of joining the black guild and decided not to - but he'd observed the dissolution incident and he'd deduced the sweeper gatherings, but he'd been busy organizing the comeback of the Newspaper club. He couldn't help but feel like he'd missed something important in the black city but he couldn't get into the city at the time anyway. Something had happened there that he would definitely regret not knowing about, and he would find out what it was.
[color=brown]"No matter what..."[/color] He muttered out loud.
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