[ It's mostly Terry's initiative that sees Remie permitted to follow the Carcetti campaign. It'll look good, she says. A leg to stand on when it comes to convincing people he cares about education or the arts, or the young in general. Of course, what they get isn't quite what they were expecting. (Not that that's always a bad thing, but she's hardly the kind of person they want attached to his entourage. Photographer, fine. Punk, not quite. Baltimore's hardly the right place for that.)
Where she's on one extreme when it comes to being obvious, Tommy Carcetti, aspiring mayoral candidate, lies at least on the other side of the divide. On screen and in a chair, sure, he does fine, but the fact that he also possesses a petulant streak and enough patience just to balance on the head of a pin isn't the sort of thing that's terribly hard to divine. (That, and the fact that he tends to waver from the campaign trail if a pretty face proves too enticing, but luckily there haven't been any moments like that to put into the old scrapbook, at least just yet.)
As if to prove the point, he rolls his eyes, leaning his head back over the crest of his chair. Campaign headquarters are set up pretty nicely, all things told (the office they sit in doesn't filter in too much of the noise on the other side of the door), but it's still no suite at the Hilton. (He's not in a great mood. There's no use in being upset over having done a little double-dealing in a career like this, but that doesn't mean he won't allow himself a little time to grieve.) ]
Is that what we hired you for? [ She wasn't hired. He doesn't care. ] Wisecracking?
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Where she's on one extreme when it comes to being obvious, Tommy Carcetti, aspiring mayoral candidate, lies at least on the other side of the divide. On screen and in a chair, sure, he does fine, but the fact that he also possesses a petulant streak and enough patience just to balance on the head of a pin isn't the sort of thing that's terribly hard to divine. (That, and the fact that he tends to waver from the campaign trail if a pretty face proves too enticing, but luckily there haven't been any moments like that to put into the old scrapbook, at least just yet.)
As if to prove the point, he rolls his eyes, leaning his head back over the crest of his chair. Campaign headquarters are set up pretty nicely, all things told (the office they sit in doesn't filter in too much of the noise on the other side of the door), but it's still no suite at the Hilton. (He's not in a great mood. There's no use in being upset over having done a little double-dealing in a career like this, but that doesn't mean he won't allow himself a little time to grieve.) ]
Is that what we hired you for? [ She wasn't hired. He doesn't care. ] Wisecracking?