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| Topic Started: Mar 14 2014, 12:37 AM (880 Views) | |
| AoViper | Mar 14 2014, 12:37 AM Post #1 |
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Ethalinda fixed his make-up when the host of "Celebrity Crash!" made the "surprising" announcement about this day's show. Apparently one of the guests couldn't come due to a sudden illness. However, as a true pro, the host did not cancel the show, especially since they were going to air a special one, but came up with the idea to bring one of the audience on stage to assist the idol during the show. However things aren't always what they seem. When Ethalinda arrived in Pointsettia, two days ago, he met with a childhood friend of his whose name was Satsu. Satsu was a pop idol and member of a famous group called 1000% bishounen, in fact he was going to be the group's lead man if this Takeshi haven't shown up all of sudden and steal this position from Satsu. As it was expected his friend wanted to take back his rightful place as lead man. His story reminded Ethalinda his own struggle against his aunt for the inheritance of his mother's position as head of the de Cea family. That's why when Satsu asked for his help to ruin Takeshi's image Ethalinda agreed with no second thoughts. The plan was pretty simple, Satsu was going to fake an illness on the arranged day of the show he and Takeshi were scheduled and drop the idea about bring a member of the audience to the host, after that Ethalinda would bribe the host ( which wasn't going to be hard since his mother had helped this leprechaun in the past) in order to make sure that he was the one who was going to get picked after that he would just be his glamorous self and steal all of Takeshi's light making him look like a total fool. "And the lucky person of today's special show is...." Said the host as the lights began turning off and on really fast only to suddenly turn off completely leaving only a bight green light glowing beneath Ethalinda's seat. "The charming lady on the back! Congratulations madam you will get to assist your favorite idol!" Ethalinda acted as if he was surprised from the sudden turn of the events and slowly stood up from his seat and began walking to the stage with his legs shaking. He was wearing a green sweater with a white ribbon around his neck. He also wore a brown plaid skirt along with a pair of green flat shoes with a white ribbon on each one. As he walked towards the stage he could feel the glares Takeshi's fans were giving him, those girls could even attack if he was to delay further and so he decided to speed his phase a bit, for his own sake at the very least. Once he was on the stage he waved to the crowd with a smile on his face. The host rushed to his side. "So, what is your name lucky girl?" He asked "I'm Ethalinda and I'm so exited to be here next to Yoh-shino-sama. I think I'm dreaming." He replied as he turned his head to meet Takeshi's gaze. For the first he payed attention to his looks. He was tall...very tall with semi long blue hair and dreamy blue eyes. He was like a prince from a fairy tale. Ethalinda stood speechless unable to take his eyes off Takeshi before the host's voice brought him back to reality. Ethalinda, are you ready to begin? "YES....Uh...yes, I am ready to begin." He said without thinking. He reminded himself that no matter what he shouldn't let his presence be overshadowed from this man's light, no matter how good looking he was. "Let's all cheer for Ethalinda then! Now dear go and stand next to Takeshi. We are going to play "Challenges from the fans!" He said as he pushed Ethalinda gently towards Takeshi. He sure was tall, much taller than Ethalinda who had regretted his choice of not wearing high heels that day. "Now for our first challenge." He said as he opened one of the several envelops he was holding. After a couple of seconds he smiled and said. "Ho ho ho. It seems that our dear friend Amy has some interesting ideas. Very well. Your first challenge is....jungle potatoes for as long as you can. Remember you have to work as a couple to achieve it. Bring the potatoes on stage!" What a silly challenge...but at least I'm decent at juggling things. Maybe I could embarrass him by keep juggling all by myself once he drops down the potatoes. Ha I bet he doesn't even know how to juggle. Thought Ethalinda as he smiled to Takeshi. "Aww a juggling challenge. Isn't it great Takeshi-sama, I love to juggle!" He said the same way a fangirl would. Edited by AoViper, Mar 18 2014, 11:49 AM.
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| 栄 Otaku | Mar 16 2014, 12:18 AM Post #2 |
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Takeshi was annoyed with himself for not seeing this coming. Satsu's "illness" had been quite fortuitously timed. Satsu had shot Takeshi a mischievous smirk from behind the back of their red-headed manager while she explained the situation. He was sick *cough* *cough*, and after a flippant apology from Satsu for the inconvenience Takeshi recognized too late that he'd already lost. Any suggestion to Miss Manager that the silver haired bishounen was faking it was met with harsh chastisement... sometimes she was too gullible for her own good. Normally Takeshi would be grateful for any reprieve from Satsu's company - the other man's jealous one-sided rivalry with him was troublesome and inconvenient - but the event they'd been slotted for today... Takeshi was out of his depth. He'd never even seen a variety show, let alone been on one. What would be expected of him? Miss Manager assured him that it would be fine; that they were running late; that they didn't have time for him to get cold feet, and with an abrupt shove into an open room she slammed the door behind him. And there he was assaulted. Several busy-body-type women advanced on him wielding strange instruments of grooming that even he -a self-acknowledged pretty boy- was unfamiliar with. Takeshi reflexively backed away, hands raised to ward them off, though when his back hit the dressing room door a nervous grin slid in place as he attempted to charm them. "N-now ladies -- Let's not do anything rash!" His protests were pointless and ultimately defeated. While the Takeshi that'd stepped foot (well, been unceremoniously shoved) into the domain of the makeup and hair crew had been good looking, the man that emerged (well, was fished out by a whirling dervish of a production manager) was an idol. After one of the stage crew cast a quick voice amplification charm on Takeshi he was kicked out onto the stage, the curtain closed tightly behind him as the shrieks and swoons of the crowd kicked up to a deafening volume. He still had no idea what he was meant to do for this so-called variety show, but this part was easy... though he would never admit it, Takeshi loved his fans. The overwhelming good feelings they directed his way made smiling for them easy. ![]() He gave a wave and a one handed, heartthrob-inducing salute while the announcer (a funny little guy dressed head to toe in green that was apparently meant to be a leprechaun) introduced him by his stage name - Yoh-Shino, of 1000% Bishounen. "KONNNNN-BANWA ~ !!," he addressed the adoring crowd and winked. His arms extended dramatically in a welcome as near to a hug as a single man could ever hope to give an audience of more than a hundred. He was dressed in the same fashion he'd worn during his brief solo career, with a froth of white lace at his neck and a dramatic tailed coat sheathing his upper body. The pants tucked beneath it were tight enough to prompt no small amount of wondering as to just how he'd managed to get into them but it was the fingerless gloves he wore gave the whole outfit a 'street-fashion' feel that kept it from being too eccentric and silly. That's what was expected of an idol, after all. No one but Yoh-Shino could have pulled it off. Despite Takeshi's lingering nerves his outward facade was flawless. When his 'cohost' was select from the audience he took a knee, as was the princely thing to do, and made a big show of taking her hand in his to give the back of it a quick peck. This was the difference between Takeshi and Yoh-Shino. His idol persona was shameless in his bid to be loved, and would do anything to make a girl smile. He tilted his chin up so's to make eye contact with the pretty pink-haired maiden and shared with her alone a flirty co-conspirators grin. He waited for the camera's to pan back to his face in a close up before turning toward Ethalinda, "Let's both do our best," to provide the token encouragement his fans would eat up. He straightened upright then but remained near to her side, so near in fact that their arms brushed on occasion. If he was aware of it Takeshi gave no indication. Internally he seized up a bit when it was decided that the viewers would select challenges for himself and Ethalinda to perform, but once it came out that they would be juggling Takeshi relaxed, supremely confident in his ability. The pint-sized announcer (what was he supposed to be, anyway..?) pulled a mean trick and tossed a potato at Takeshi without warning! It didn't much matter, though, as Takeshi reflexively caught it along with the next two thrown his way. He had them in motion by the time a fourth was added, and Takeshi didn't miss a beat. "Are you ready, Princess?", he inquired, his eyes on her rather than the motion of his hands. He passed a potato behind his back and another over his shoulder -and caught both- before gingerly tossing one toward Ethalinda. Edited by Otaku, Mar 18 2014, 10:11 AM.
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| AoViper | Mar 16 2014, 01:47 PM Post #3 |
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Being near Takeshi was really bad for his heart. This guy was beyond charming! It was as if someone had taken every good trait men could possess and placed it in one being. He was beautiful, tall, kind, chivalrous.... I have to focus He said to himself. He was here to make this bishounen look silly in frond his fans not fall in love with him. Takeshi had already began juggling when Ethalinda regained control of his emotions. It was then when he was asked if he was ready to take part in the challenge. Was he ready? He was born ready and he wouldn't allow himself to fall back just because his partner was awfully handsome, and apparently good at juggling potatoes while looking cute. Ethalinda nodded positively at Takeshi before he throw the first potato to his direction. He didn't lie when he said he knew how to juggle and thus he began setting his tempo as soon as he caught the first potato. Soon three additional potatoes were added making Ethalinda slightly uncomfortable. Sure he could juggle but Takeshi's motion was faster than his making it harder to keep up. He had to think something fast, do something fancy to get the crowds attention so he threw all the potatoes his was juggling with higher than normal and proceed to catch each one. First he caught the one which fallen to the right and after second the one which have fallen to the left still there was one potato remaining and not quite enough time to make room in his arms to hold it so he had no other choice but to use his mouth and after making a side step so the potato would land perfectly on the middle of his face he opened his mouth. A moment later a saltiness covered his tongue and the crowds applause filled his ears. He had done it. He managed to get the potato into his mouth and not fail. The short green wearing announcer began clapping as well while he laughed by Ethalinda's performance. Ethalinda took a small bite before he released the potato from his mouth, it's taste wasn't exactly pleasant but he had to do it, after all the part that entered his mouth was filled with saliva and it was not very ladylike to remove food from his mouth. He looked at Takeshi and noticed that he had finished his juggling course as well. Even though Ethalinda had managed to save himself from the embarrassment of defeat he couldn't match Takeshi's speed. It was just as Satsu said, Yon-Shino might appear charming and sweet but Takeshi was also really skilled in various things. "Bravo, bravo! Both of you did an amazing job juggling those potatoes. It's such a pity Ethalinda-chan couldn't control her desire to taste it though." The crowd giggled at the announcers comment even Ethalinda pretended to smile but in truth he felt a bit angry. "Now, let's continue to our next request which, I'm afraid, is only about our fabulous prince. Yon-shino, your devoted fan Riko-chan wants to know if you have ever been heartbroken, and if that's the case, she would like to learn the story behind it." Ethalinda's gaze turned on Takeshi without even realizing it. He couldn't really tell what he tall idol was thinking. Was he going to lie or tell the truth did he even had one he hold dear or he didn't have yet felt the swooping feeling of love? Edited by AoViper, Mar 18 2014, 11:50 AM.
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| mourge40k | Mar 18 2014, 12:31 AM Post #4 |
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Well, Myza hadn't expected this to be the prize when she had entered the cafe's holiday give-away drawing. Not that it was a bad thing. Even she had to admit that that variety shows were immensely entertaining, and were something that she had enjoyed even when she had been a part of high society. Still, she hadn't expected to travel to Poinsettia. She hadn't fully recovered from the ordeal with the Smiling Man. Even simple everyday occurrences like the train ride to get here yesterday really took it out of the former actress. But regardless of how tired she was, she was glad to be watching something like this again. The only downside was her outfit. If it wasn't for the fact that her boss required her to wear it as part of the deal for winning the tickets, she wouldn't be caught dead in the dress. Not only did she despise green as a color, but there were all these tacky sequins to boot. But by far the worst part about it was just how much skin it exposed. Here she was, legs fully on display, cleavage exposed, and most of her back on display, all for whoever wanted to gawk at her. Not that she minded showing some skin, but she liked doing it on her own terms, preferably in a nice little black affair just in case someone got too handsy. Myza's Dress Still, even this horrendous dress wasn't enough to ruin the good time that she was having. She had felt a slight twinge of jealously towards the woman who had been picked to participate with the eyecandy on stage, but hey, it wasn't like the former actress couldn't just nab somebody for herself at a later time. You know, if she actually wanted to. Nonetheless, it was entertaining to watch the two of them juggle potatoes, especially the woman. Her clumsiness may have been missed by the crowd, but not by Myza. She knew an improv when she saw one, and it brought her a slight sense of vindictive satisfaction to see her struggle with the task. Maybe if the gods smiled on Myza today, that inferior pink-haired girl would get embarrassed enough to necessitate a replacement. And of course, who better to replace her than a certain paragon of beauty and grace sitting near the front? |
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| Spider-Jay | Mar 18 2014, 02:41 AM Post #5 |
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Riken sat in the crowd eating some fry's that had just been brought around by one of the waitresses that patrolled the audience. Riken was wearing a black suit with a white under shirt and a green tie. He had black dress pants and black loafers with white socks. Riken didn't even know why he was there, oh yea because of security reasons, how ever Riken doubted that the screaming girls would let anything happen to that pretty boy on the stage. Riken finished his fry's and kicked back watching the show in the bleachers, he had nothing better to do and got his ticket to the show for free so he figured why not. It was a good chance to visit Poinsettia a place Riken had never been, it was also a good chance to get to know some people, because aside from Desire and Brian he knew no one (accept maybe that one old man). Riken felt naked with out his sword but he figured it wouldn't be good to come to a huge social event with a huge sword on your back. When the performance was over Riken decided then would be a good time to get up and go tot the bath room. He got out of his seat and squeezed through the crowds of young girls making googoo eyes at the man on stage, this wasn't easy Riken being as big as he was stood out in the crowd of women as he stumbled through the wave of girls. Riken was so close to the end of his row of seats once he got to the steps it would be home free but of course he would run into a a girl who couldn't back up because of the people behind her and Riken couldn't back up because well because he was to big. |
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| 栄 Otaku | Mar 21 2014, 02:16 AM Post #6 |
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"Now, let's continue to our next request which, I'm afraid, is only about our fabulous prince. Yon-shino, your devoted fan Riko-chan wants to know if you have ever been heartbroken, and if that's the case, she would like to learn the story behind it." It took a moment for the announcers' words to penetrate the barrier he'd made of his idol persona but once the meaning sunk in, once he realized what was being asked of him, Takeshi had to fight against every reflex of his body to keep from physically recoiling. As it was his smile faltered. His eyes dimmed. It was too late to back out. It was the one question he hadn't anticipated and yet should have expected. The eyes of every female in the room were turned up at him in enraptured anticipation... this is what they'd come for, why they needed Yoh-Shino. Were their lives so tedious, he wondered? Was there not a enough heartache in the world that they had to gather and cull his? He was caught in a trap, too genuinely pained by the memory to make something up and too close to the wound to feel comfortable opening it up. What would their prying eyes find if he let them look inside him that deeply? His cheeks flushed as the silence of his delayed answer filled the auditorium with a deafening hush. It was if the world itself had slowed, holding its breath, waiting with morbid curiosity to see him either bleed or choke. Takeshi -for his part- was sweating desperation and looking for a way out. "I, well..," Takeshi chuckled out of nerves rather than amusement, "You wouldn't want to hear about that." The words sounded spinelessly weak even to his own ears, which the simpering protests of the audience soon filled. They were merciless. Takeshi's dark blues followed the tall shape of a man as he waded through the audience. What a brutish figure he cut! Careless for the annoyance he inspired in blocking the view or jostling a person. How Takeshi envied him! He was contractually obligated to fulfill the script of the show and -much as he despised the vapid, insipid, tastes of his fans at current- he felt honor-bound to keep that commitment. Takeshi moved to perch on the edge of the armchair they'd set out for Satsu and himself. The support was necessary for what he was about to do. Takeshi unloaded his heart like a burden long strapped to his back. Doing so was both a great relief and a great terror... had he ever truly spoken of it before? He told them of his once and only love, of Ai. Takeshi set his jaw and began the only place there was to begin. He was not from Fiore - as his fans and the magazines had long suspected - but had immigrated halfway through his childhood. There was civil unrest in the land he came from. People were dying. Suffering. It was a tumultuous time that children were not meant to weather. He was fortunate to escape but even luckier still to have found her before he did. The air was choked by black clouds of smoke that burned his eyes the night his family meant to away; it was hard to see through the tears, hard to put one foot in front of the other without stumbling, but somehow he'd seen her... perfectly. She was just a babe at the time, barely old enough to stand on her own let alone speak. Takeshi's throat constricted and his teeth made a cage to bar against the emotion that threatened to spill out with his words, but he'd come too far to stop. This, all of this, had been for her. Was this not the perfect moment..? If ever it was to happen.. if ever he were to find her, it would be now - with the help of all the world watching. "I realize now that there must have been many orphans. Many people died, but I'd managed to avoid seeing it - truly seeing it - until I watched this frail little creature.. this sweet girl.. toddle over the wreckage of what had been her house. The militia had leveled most of the town already, and for all the scrambling.. the yelling.. no one else seemed to notice the child alone, abandoned, terrified!" his voice raised an octave in his upset. His body tensed in remembrance as old feelings surged back into being with perfect clarity and Takeshi's hand clenched o'er the armrest, digging nails and fingers into the supple leather. " It was like she was a ghost. A casualty that the world had already written off even though she was standing right. there." His teeth clenched. This was too much... It hurt, damn did it hurt, but it needed to be said. Takeshi had to get it out. The whole of the room remained hushed save for the fanaticism of the shows director, urgently directing close ups and lighting cues to capture every moment of what was sure to be prime-time gold. He, of course, believed it to be a publicity stunt - something made up and disingenuous, albeit expertly acted - but Miss Manager (who was tucked away at the edge of the stage) seized up with guilt at having put him in this situation. She'd heard the abridged story once before when she'd first met Takeshi. Hearing the full details of it now made her guts twist with the thought of what he must think of her. He was just a kid.. and she was so wrapped up in trying to jumpstart her own career that she hadn't taken his story seriously then, when she'd used his emotions to recruit him. She wanted to confront him right then! To hug herself to him and explain that she hadn't known; to remind him that he hadn't shared this part!; that she wasn't heartless.. that she cared. But her feet refused to move. He wasn't finished. Takeshi recounted his impulsive need to rescue her, to keep her safe, and explained there after how his family had taken the orphan girl in as one of their own. "If she had a name I never knew it - she didn't recall it - so we called her Ai, for love." he explained. Her name meant 'love', and they had all loved her. Takeshi smiled, and though it was a faint gesture nowhere near as broad or enthused as the expression his fans were accustomed to... it was the most genuine moment of his entire life. (He's not done recounting x.x SINCE TRAPCHAN SPRUNG THIS ON ME. But I figured I'd break my novella post into two parts and give you guys a chance to do your own stuff in between.) Edited by Otaku, Mar 21 2014, 01:36 PM.
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| AoViper | Mar 23 2014, 12:26 PM Post #7 |
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Ethalinda turned his head towards the audience. As it was expected they were all listening to what their idol had to say. Truth to be told he was also enticed by the speech Takeshi was giving them. However he couldn't tell if the one who did the talking was the actual Takeshi or if it was a made up story to fit his Yon-shino persona. He didn't seem to lie but then again having spent most of his childhood in noble courts he knew how easily it was for an experienced schemer to bring tears in their eyes therefore the same could work for idols as well. Still he wasn't heartless and by the time the story began he could tell it was going to be a sad and touching one. He even felt the leprechaun announcer holding his right arm tight he looked both exited and concerned for the idol at the same time. Ethalinda didn't know how to feel about the story. He couldn't bring himself to trust Takeshi, after all Satsu didn't described him with the brightest colours. Lost in his thoughts his gaze traveled at the audience, apparently he wasn't the only one who had chosen to wear green. At least half the audience was dressed with green while the rest looked like they wished they have wore. Takeshi's voice quickly brought him back into reality. He had spoken the name of his love. Ai, for love. Ethalinda found it poetic maybe a bit too poetic to be true but he couldn't help it, he loved romantic stories and so he turned his gaze back to the much taller man and began listening to his story this time with his full attention. |
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| Spider-Jay | Mar 30 2014, 01:37 PM Post #8 |
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Riken sighed. Now what. He was stuck, they were stuck. He was drawing attention (being one of the few guys in the crowd, and being well 6'3") Riken shuffled uncomfortably. He could always shove the girl out he way, but he wasn't like that. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some french fries flying at him. He ducked the fries hitting the lady below him. "MOVE WE'RE MISSING THE STORY YOU GIANT LIKE TOATS SHOULD SIT DOWN" A girl shouted at him from the row above. Riken didn't see the appeal in this, sure the guy was handsome, but looks were one thing it's what's in the heart that matters right? Well not according to these girls. Riken let the girl squeeze by as best he could but it was extremely tight. As soon as the girl was behind him Riken moved swiftly filling the hole the girl had left in the steps. Riken bounded up the stairs towards the bathroom. Riken didn't really care about the sob story the man on stage had probably just come up with on the spot. He was just at the event because it was something to do, somewhere to be. He'd come here to study the Blue Pegasus guild and somehow got sucked into this. Well this probably had something to do with the guild, whether or not the people on stage were guild members. Riken entered the bathroom to do his business. |
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| 栄 Otaku | Apr 5 2014, 03:57 PM Post #9 |
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Even as Takeshi's lips turned up his brows furrowed. The memories dredged up by a question meant to be innocuous fan-service were tinged with fondness and grief both. It took a moment for the words to truly separate themselves from the emotional bonds he'd used for so long to keep it all bottled up inside himself as a secret, a lone burden, and once they succeeded in battering down the walls of his clenched teeth and pigheaded resolve his unfettered feelings was returned to him like an aftershock. How could it still hurt so much to think about? Talk about? Takeshi wrapped his arms about himself out of a habitual self-seeking comfort though the action also served to mask the tension in his upper arms, where his bicep bulged visibly against the tight constraints of his shirt sleeves, and the way his fingers dug little half moons of masochistic self defense into the flesh and fabric there abouts. Adrenaline coursed through him with every hurried thunder of his heart. The effect of it made his world blur. It was as if everything in the room had sped up, except him, and was suddenly too intense to be focused on while standing still. The stage lights centered on him from above were as twin suns that beat him down till he succumbed to their exhausting energy and slumped back against the chair he'd been informally leaning on. There was no running from this. Though it cost him everything to be so raggedly vulnerable a clean confession was the only way he was going to walk out of this room in tact, as a man that -for once- just might be able to look at himself without self loathing glaring back in the morning. They were waiting. She was waiting. The sixteen year old boy he'd never let grieve and grow up was waiting! It was time to unfreeze the past... to let it out. To learn how to be ok again. The pink muscle of his tongue laved the arc of his lips, wetting a soul so parched the desert itself could have swallowed him up, but once it was done he let out the breath he had been subconsciously holding. Takeshi let out the memories that somehow become bitter wounds of the spirit, and the more he spoke the less it suffocated him. His words were an exorcism that drew out the poison - and though it still ached! he was made better for it. While the camera's recorded every sweat drop that beaded his brow, every flash of white between his lips, so that a thousand other eyes might digest it Takeshi confessed as if they were the only two in the room - himself and Ai. He told her about their escape from that place, about the way she'd boldly stared down the smoking remains of all the life she'd ever known even after he'd told her, in the shaking voice of a boy not yet a man, not to look back. Takeshi told her about their new life and all the things she was too young at the time to possibly remember, but he remembered. He remembered the way the sunlight caught in her hair to illuminate the colors that couldn't exist in the shade, turning her blonde locks a vibrant amber. He remembered that day at the docks when she'd fallen in and, after witnessing a moment of her flailing panic, dove headlong into the bay himself to fish her out. She had called him her hero then, and for as many years as Ai had been gone he'd wondered every day why he couldn't have been her hero on that day, when she had needed him most. The question the universe refused to answer left his body with passion that broke his voice, the admission of his failure bowing his spine and dropping his head. His hair fell like a curtain over whatever expression twisted his face the way the guilt twisted his insides, but the cameras caught his tears. He let go. He lost her in those churning waves. It was his fault. He was being punished - they'd never found her - because it was his fault It was everything the network could have hoped for, if a little dramatic for the director's taste. He didn't understand what was so special about this kinda guy but what he did understand was money, and the audience of idols made him a lot of it. The director shoved his camera man aside with the force of his urgency rather more so than hi bulk in order to manually zoom the camera. This was too important to entrust in the hands of anyone but himself. The lens dipped just in time to catch the gleam as Takeshi's sadness struck the floor, sounding in the hushed auditorium with the same pitter-pat of raindrops. The audience was enraptured. Without even looking the director could picture the white-knuckled grip of the audience, perched on the edges of their seats as they strained forward toward the crescendo! Desperate for that final moment when the tension would reach its peak and his variety show skyrocketed from daytime to primetime! But that moment never came. Behind the stage Miss Manager had been watching as well, and as Takeshi's back convulsed under the weight of his grief she strode passed whoever might have thought to stop her and... flipped the fire alarm. The sprinklers kicked in first. They were slow to start, with fat raindrops peppering the audience as if the sky itself were mourning. Then came the downpour, and the shrieking alarm. Panic erupted amongst the audience as female voices added to the cacophony. Miss Manager cut through the scene with all the sharp resolve of a dagger, taking hold of her client by the crook of his arm and hefting him from the seat he'd sunken into. With his weight braced on her shoulders she guided him toward the backstage emergency exit... this had gone on long enough. Contract or no, she was pulling the plug on this fiasco. What burned her worse than the eager way the director took advantage of Takeshi's melt down or even the callous appetites of the fans, too caught up in their own shallow entertainment to have any genuine compassion for the human being bleeding himself out on the stage! was the fact that... she was undoubtedly the one most responsible for all of this. Though it wouldn't fix anything, the first step was getting him out of here. Unfortunately the director seemed to have caught on to her attentions. She'd hoped his yelling at the crowd and his employees to get back in their seats, to man their stations, would have lasted long enough for them to make an escape but the two burly men in front of her (body guards by the looks of them) had orders not to let her through. Damn it! |
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| Spider-Jay | May 14 2014, 01:44 AM Post #10 |
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Riken had left the bathroom, and the show he wasn't interested in sob story's about some actors love life. He was still dressed in his suit as he walked around to the back of the building where he heard and saw some strange things. The emergency exit door opened as a women dragged the pretty boy away from his fan girls. Being a knight Riken was obligated to intervene in this shady behavior, especially since the man seemed reluctant to go with the women. "Oi old lady dragging the princess away, I'd appreciate it if you would let him go seeing as he doesn't look like he wants to go with you" Riken said putting some bass in his voice. The lady looked over to see what kind of ass called her an old lady. |
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