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Alfred F. Jones ([info]alfredfjones) wrote,
@ 2010-05-11 02:03:00


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Cosplay and Conventions
Alfred checked his appearance in the mirror one last time. After much coaxing he had gotten his cowlick to lay down flat. His normal glasses were in the pocket of the off-white frock coat he wore. Instead he wore a entirely different pair of half circle glasses. He spoke a few words. His attention was on how he said them. He repeated it to himself and then a broad smile broke across his face. The accent was perfect.

When he left the house he thought about how today was going to be a great day. Many of the nations would be in costume at the convention. They would never expect him to be dressed as non-American character. He had worked long and hard at everything, even going so far as to start speaking in the accent he had worked so hard to get rid of two hundred years ago. He would be hiding right under everyone’s noses and the wouldn’t realize it was him. He was positive that this year he would be the last one recognized and caught by Hungary and Japan.

He tossed a cricket ball up and down and caught it in his hands. He hadn’t really played since Arthur had banned him from competition for not being part of the British Empire. Now, when approached with the subject of cricket he would refuse to play or feign ignorance. The character’s passion for cricket was one of the reasons he picked this costume.

When he got to the convention center it was warm inside despite the air conditioning. The many bodies plus the sweater and frock coat he wore was part of the reason. He gave an inner laugh. No one would suspect that America would be dressed as the Doctor. They would expect him to be Captain Kirk or Naruto. Yes, he was very confident he would win this year.


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Re: Vanishing
[info]arthurkirkland
2010-05-31 03:36 am UTC (link)
"Right then, Kiku," Arthur said, a military tone coming over his voice. "We'll sweep the room. You start on the north end; I'll start on the south. If you find him, grab him and don't let go."

"Hai." Kiku nodded sharply and stepped to.

England wasted no time in searching the room thoroughly. He would stop every blonde-haired teenage male he found, and quickly turn them away when he found no resemblance to his former charge. He had just begun to realise how obsessive he was acting when a cosplayer sorting through doujinshi caught his attention. Arthur took a moment to admire the sheer amount of detail that went into the costume, right down to the blonde hair . . .

"Excuse me," Arthur said as he tapped the Fifth Doctor on the shoulder. He wasn't expecting an American accent, but he refused to leave any stone unturned.

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Re: Vanishing
[info]alfredfjones
2010-05-31 03:47 am UTC (link)
Alfred had found a few more fan comics that looked interesting. He would have to apologize to Kiku. Not all of these were about two guys romancing each other, just most of them. Some of these actually seemed like they were interesting. He had found three that looked to be funny and one that was going to explore an unknown point in the life of one of his favorite characters. While mentally calculating how many more he would need to find to get the special, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," a very familiar voice with a well known clip to it said.

Arthur had found him! Alfred had not lasted anywhere near as long as he thought he would. Before he could panic he reminded himself that it was possible that Arthur did not yet realize who he was. If he kept his cool, he might still make it out of this predicament.

“Yes, may I help you, sir?” He used the top secret accent he had been practicing in secret. As he spoke he turned his head so it wouldn’t seem like he was hiding his face. The brim of the hat would still be partly obscuring it.

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