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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 11 2011, 09:09 PM (1,378 Views) | |
| Titan | Jul 11 2011, 09:09 PM Post #1 |
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”So we meet again, Gesso Island!” exclaimed Starzune, throwing her arms wide open as if embracing the land itself. Unfortunately, the island without colors seemed more austere than she remembered, greeting her with a chilly gust that quickly compelled the teenager to wrap her arms around herself. Last time, these beaches had been much warmer! ”Oh, damn, it was summer that time,” recollected the pop star aloud. Fortunately, she had decided to dress smartly while preparing for this leg of her journey, sporting a cute white sweater with black bell pants that accentuated her hips. Monochrome themes did not really appeal to Starzune — because to her, color was life and youth and happiness — but she felt generous enough to abide by the local customs, which seemed to frown upon life, youth, and happiness. Accessorizing around this restriction as well as she could, she wore dark boots with fur and detached white sleeves reminiscent of her usual magical maiden style. In another deviation from her typical appearance, Starzune was not wearing her hair in her cosmic pigtails today. She was instead showing off a swirly, mesmerizing hairstyle that deprived her of her starry hair ties, but allowed her to wear a hairband; hers was black with a white, circular decoration. She also wore a black collar around her slender neck — she had found it while digging through the items she rarely wore, and thought that the heart emblem was cute! Actually, the heart was painted pink, but it was so small and adorable that Starzune was sure that no one could reasonably be angered by the tiny transgression. Not much seemed to be happening today, but Starzune was not seeking thrills; just strolling along the beach was a nostalgic experience. A little over eight years ago she had walked this same path, along with her friends, who had been so different back then! Well, T had been roughly as lame. There had also been that creepy native butler that she only loosely remembered; perhaps he was still here? Thinking of that stranger reminded her of Manfred, who had retired from his lifelong work just a couple of years ago; it was a shame that the old man could no loner accompany her out into the world, but at least he would be safe and content back at home. Of course, Starzune was sure he was well enough to attend her upcoming first concert! ”My grand debut~!” Just saying the words excited Starzune somewhat. She had technically already appeared in the musical world, singing other singers' songs in local concerts, and releasing her first few songs, but her first official concert would be the true beginning of her fame — the genesis of the lifestyle that Dakota had prepared her for. The concert was planned to take place in a couple of weeks, in East Blue; Mirrorball Island, she thought, which sounded like a fun place to hang out. While her staff were taking care of the more boring details, she had decided to tour the world before her big performance, just like she had used to. Her vacation had been fun. North Blue was way too cold for the singer's tastes, so that had been out of the question. She'd gone hiking in South Blue, which was fun, but nothing compared to the partying that had gone down on Wild Wild West. Well, she probably didn't need to tell anyone about that leg of her trip. Anyway, now she was in the Grand Line revisiting old sights. She had not actually gotten past this first island on the route before homesickness had struck, so she was just visiting here again before heading for Mirrorball. ”I feel like I'm forgetting someone...” Starzune thought back to her first foray onto Gesso Island, along with T and May-may. There had also been Manfred and that other butler; also that old inventor guy who they had met very briefly. Yet she could not help but feel that she was forgetting somebody else. Hadn't there been someone else here on that day? She remembered something spectacular happening toward the end of their adventure on this island, but she could not remember what it was exactly, perhaps because so many other surreal events had happened around the same time frame. Well, maybe it was nothing; her childhood imagination had been so powerful that she sometimes struggled to distinguish actual events that had happened from the random daydreams mixed in with her memories. ”No big deal,” said Starzune to herself, rubbing at her exposed shoulders, as she continued to walk along the beach. |
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| Nero | Jul 12 2011, 05:37 AM Post #2 |
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A pair of good-looking boys, ones Starzune's age, stepped out onto the beach of Gesso island. They were dressed only in swim trunks and a pair of slip-on shoes, showing off their muscled arms and stomach. Each held their surfing board and towel under an arm, and their purpose on the beach seemed obvious as they headed for the water. Even though it was a bit chilly, these two friends love of surfing transcended beyond minor inconveniences such as the climate. Besides, the winds that had caused Starzune to shiver also made for a few killer waves for these two to test their skills on. From Starzune's position, the two looked to be chatting with one another, but then one boy's gaze stopped on the rising idol where she stood off in the distance. He continued to walk and chat with is friend, but as they reached the water's edge, he halted his friend, and after a brief exchange with his buddy, the two split ways. One headed into his ocean with his surfboard at the ready, while the other boy came at Starzune at a light jog and with a smile. "Hey!" He waved and called out to Starzune as he came closer. When he stopped in front of her he stood an inch or two taller than Starzune, and looked plenty heavier with all his muscle. As for his fashion sense, his swim trunks were, as expected, white in color, though they also sported a pale gray swirly pattern that spread over the entirety of the garment. His hair was short and spiked up, though not quite spiky and rigid enough to make people or fish fear impalement on his locks; it was held up without being hard. Starzune would probably enjoy running her hands through the boy's pleasantly soft hair if she elected to do so. There was also a small tattoo on his shoulder that looked somewhat like a whirl pool. He smelled faintly of the sea, but also of girl-attracting scents that probably came from whatever body wash formulas this boy preferred. "My name's Blanc. What's yours?" He extended a handout to her. His forearm appeared quite well muscled, as well as the rest of his body. He flipped and stuck his surfboard vertically in the sand as he and Starzune exchanged introductions. "I don't recognize you. Are you new here? I could show you around if you want." Blanc displayed his gentlemanly side, though it was obvious to anyone experienced with teenage boys that he didn't really care about showing her around as much as he cared about swooning this pretty popstar. Then, perhaps a bit too soon, he made another move. "You're pretty cute, you know. Do you wanna watch me surf? Or maybe we could just sit and talk about stuff." He said all this with a confident smile, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth. Everyone knew girls liked guys that had skills, and while being a gentleman could only get one so far, showing off one's skills was practically a proven method to winning a girl's heart. Edited by Nero, Jul 12 2011, 05:43 AM.
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| Titan | Jul 12 2011, 02:01 PM Post #3 |
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”Ohmigosh.” Speculation about the forgotten individual disappeared instantly from Starzune's mind as two sexy distractions stepped into view, braving the cold weather in summer wear, much to the girl's appreciation. Actually, though she appreciated the surfers' toned muscles, she shivered just by trying to imagine how the chilly air would feel against her bare skin. Obviously the boys could not dress very warmly if they intended to wade into the ocean — she shivered again. Starzune was a fan of swimming and surfing as well, especially once she finally learned how not to drown about five years ago, but she was so used to heated pools and hot baths that sea water would have been freezing to her. Due to her constitution, she had discovered in recent years, or simply because of her lifestyle, she had become somewhat susceptible to the cold. Whatever the reason was, these last few years, she got cold very easily; well, it was just another reason for her to stay active to keep warm. Right now she was not doing anything strenuous, but maybe her body thought she was exercising because her face warmed and her heart accelerated. ”Hey, what's up?” asked Starzune brightly, standing on her tiptoes and waving an arm energetically over her head. One advantage she had over her competition in the dating scene was that since childhood she had never struggled with shyness. She did not shrink away or look embarrassed as he split off from his friend and headed in her direction. Actually, if he had not appraoched her she probably would have chased the boy down. ”Blanc?” She giggled. ”That's a funny name. Mine is —“ Here she had to make a quick decision between introducing herself as her stage name or her actual name. She remembered that someone had warned her against revealing her celebrity status when traveling alone, in case some criminal tried to take advantage of her fame and kidnap her for ransom or something, but she always thought that was silly; that only happened in stories and this guy was definitely harmless. Besides, if anyone tried anything fishy she could just beat him up! But that aside, she had learned from experience that the order in which she gave her names — Emily, also known as Starzune, or Starzune, real name Emily — distinctly impacted how strangers acted toward her. If she gave only her singer name, regular guys were usually in awe of her, but also more apprehensive and nervous; if she introduced herself by her birth name first, they were more confident and liable to act like themselves. So really, it was a matter of what kind of flirting the teenager felt like on a given day. ”—Emily!” She clasped her hands around his as she introduced herself, and she did let go. ”I came here once, but it was forever ago! I got nothing to do for a couple of days, so I'd love to hang out!” Standing near Blanc, she had to incline her head slightly to meet his eyes; even after her growth spurt last year she was still shorter than most guys. She was still holding onto his fingers; since her hands were cold, his felt pleasantly warm. Her smile grew as he complimented her, but it also grew more devious; so this boy wasn't very shy either, it seemed. Well, that certainly changed the rules of the game. ”So you're a hotshot, huh?” Keeping his hand trapped in one of hers, she freed her other one and prodded him in the stomach. ”Go ahead, then. Show me how badass you are, 'kay?” |
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| Nero | Jul 13 2011, 12:23 PM Post #4 |
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"Yeah, okay! Just watch this, Emily!" Blanc pulled away from the girly finger poking his abs and grabbed his surf board out from the sand. He slipped out of his shoes, leaving their safekeeping to Starzune, and then ran out towards the shore. The surfer boy dove into the water on his board and paddled out to sea to greet the waves. Just as soon as he set out, a large wave rolled up into sight. Blanc turned his head around to make sure the popstar was watching. If she wasn't watching, then what was the point? Well, even if she had found some other distraction, the wave was still rolling forwards and growing, and Blanc knew he had to ride it. He rose up on his surfboard as the wave began to carry him. With two feet planted firmly on the board, Blanc surfed cross the wave. As far as most people and probably Starzune could tell, he was doing a pretty good job of it: he hadn't slipped off his board or had his trunks ripped off by the ocean current or anything else embarrassing like that. In fact, he looked pretty cool. He certainly thought so, and spared the time to turn, grin and wave at his admirer before the water came crashing down from above on top of him. Of course, the show wasn't done yet. Although it might have seemed like the ocean claimed the surfer during a moment of showboating, the showboating had yet to begin. A silhouette, shrouded by the ocean mist, appeared. The shadow then surfed out of the mist, revealing that it was none other than Blanc, and what's more: he was standing one-handedly on his board! A truly magnificent final act that was sure to impress any girl! It might even impress a boy, but Blanc wasn't in to that sort of stuff. Blanc paddled up to his buddy, and after a quick chat, both boys swam towards Starzune. As they approached, it became apparent that two friends were actually identical twins! "Hey! It's Emily, right? My name's Monty, I'm Blanc's brother." The other boy, Monty, introduced himself. He was Blanc's twin, and the similarities didn't just stop at his face. He was well toned, just like his brother. Two hot twins! Could Starzune's day get any better? "So, what'd you think of those skills, Emily?" Blanc piped up. He looked a bit tired from the show of badassery, but the beads of water and sweat made his body slick and even more alluring to be sure. "I could teach you how to surf, if you want!" Offered Blanc. His lesson was a clever ruse. He really just wanted to see the popstar in a bathing suit and maybe ride double on his board with his hands around her waist. Picking up on the trick instantly, brother Monty offers, "Oh, yeah! You can borrow one of our sister's bathing suits if you don't have your own!" His intentions were no less devious and hormone fueled that his twin's. Edited by Nero, Jul 13 2011, 12:23 PM.
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| Titan | Jul 14 2011, 12:53 AM Post #5 |
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”Well, be careful, okay?” Though she had clearly been egging on the youth's reckless actions only seconds ago, she felt obliged to temper her encouragement with token words of warning. She had retained her adventurous spirit from the explorer persona she adopted as a child and although she had grown less responsible in some ways — disregarding rules and certain laws — she had also matured sufficiently to attain a greater appreciation of life. She was not seriously worried, but reminding Blanc to exercise caution seemed like the right thing to do, especially when he was showing off for her enjoyment. Sitting down cross-legged to observe the spectacle, Starzune shuddered again in spite of her sweater as Blanc pushed out into the ocean without hesitation; she imagined that if traced her finger along his forearm she would be able to feel the goosebumps on his skin. A little breeze picked up, salty and bracing, as the next wave approached the surfer, flirting with the teenager's hair — she lifted a hand to her forehead to keep her fluttering bangs out of her eyes. Like everything else in the Grand Line, the sport of surfing was more extreme than in the Blues. At least on the beaches that this celebrity frequented, she usually saw only novice surfers wobbling on tiny waves. By contrast, the Gesso boy's control of the sea and his board were clearly on a higher level entirely as he coasted along the wave. Starzune giggled as the watery crescent enveloped him, thinking that he would be very embarrassed, but to her surprise Blanc was able to retain his balance in spite of the impact, even executing another trick. ”Haha, that was awesome!” Starzune clapped energetically as he and the other boy from earlier returned to her. Starzune had not intended on being a glutton, but she supposed that a second helping would not hurt on a day like today, so she smiled at him too. Actually, hanging out with two guys at once was fun in a way that single dates could not replicate; a lone boy might try to impress her, but one in proximity of competition would be more motivated to compete for her attention. ”Monty? That's cute. You can call me Millie if you want!” Her last sentence was a little prod at Blanc, to get the competition rolling. What would he do if he thought his brother was already more familiar with her!? The mystery only contributed to the excitement of the game. ”Actually, I know how to surf,” announced the girl proudly in response to Blanc's offer; she had not been hiding this from him, but he had not really asked. ”I'm totally amazing, too!” Her claim was mostly a bluff. On the beaches that she had reflected on, she had usually been able to put the other surfers to shame, rendering them speechless not only with her flamboyant swimsuits but also with her stylish moves. However, she was fairly certain, based on what she had just seen, that she was not nearly as good as the two boys she was talking to. ”I started when I was ten. I'd love to surf with you pros too, if it's really okay for me to borrow some clothes, but...” By now, a detached observer might have suspected that the pop star was using her acting skills to feign hesitation in order to somehow extract further concessions from her new friends, but she was honestly doubtful. The idea of stripping down into scanty attire and wading into freezing water was genuinely intimidating to Starzune, due to her sensitivity to the cold, and she was tempted to suggest that the three of them do something else instead; she was certain that they would agree, especially since Blanc had already said he was cool with just talking and maybe more-than-talking. Touring the island did not sound like a bad idea either, since she had not seen much of the area on her first visit to Gesso. But no, when she thought about how she was scared of chilly water, she was disappointed in herself. She wasn't going to let her celebrity lifestyle make her pampered and cowardly! There were times in life when she had to simply man up — or woman up — and seize the day, even if it meant shedding her extremely warm, comfortable, stylish, sexy sweater! Starzune was determined to surf in the ocean today, if only to prove to herself that she was capable of enduring hardships. ”Okay, I'll do it,” agreed the singer quickly, before her thoughts could linger on her sweater any longer. ”But I'm scared of the cold, so you boys better keep me warm, deal?” |
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| Nero | Jul 16 2011, 05:47 AM Post #6 |
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"Yeah, don't worry. I'll keep you plenty warm…Millie." Blanc wasn't sure if he was allowed to call her Millie, but he wasn't going to let his brother one-up him. He was the older brother after all. By five whole minutes! He put a hand on Starzune's back and turned her towards civilization. Of course, Monty wasn't about to let Blanc steal all of the Starzune for himself! As Blanc and the popstar started walking towards his village, Monty decided to raise the stakes and moved in behind Starzune. He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his hand on her tummy as he walked along with her, "Yeah, just stay close to me and you'll be warm enough." Maybe his move was too bold, too risky, but 'Millie' seemed to like him enough. He hoped it would turn out well for him. Blanc certainly didn't like it though, but before he could retaliate (and thank goodness for that; who knows how far these boys would take their little game!) both boy's attention was captured by a loud, high-pitched hissing noise coming from the ocean. Somehow, it seemed feminine. Surfing through the waves was a giant cockroach. It stood upright upon its board on two of its hairy legs, while its other four were spread out behind its thorax. It continued to hiss until it noticed that the boys were watching it, and then began the real show. If the boys didn't think a surfing cockroach was cool yet, they would be. A pair of wings sprung out from the cockroach's back, and the surfing insect used them to perform epic feats of surfing. Numerous aerial flip-tricks and trick-flips were preformed, as well as nose stands, hang-tens, laybacks…an entire glossary of surfing maneuvers were preformed for the boys. But for what purpose? The cockroach ended its show by rocketing up a wave and into the air, and then used it wings to guide it and the board straight to the shore. As the cockroach approached, its form grew larger and it became apparent that it was wearing a black, sexy bikini. As it finally landed, it planted its surfboard into the sand, and stood an impressive eight-feet off the ground. Written across the board in bold, horizontal white letters was "Courtney". "Oh man! That was awesome?" "Did you see that? Wow!" "That was fucking awesome!" The boys showered Courtney the Cockroach with praise for her surfing skills, and ran from Starzune over to their new idol. They admired her glistening thorax and abdomen, her curves and antennae, and begged her for lessons in the art of surfing. The sibling rivalry between the two brothers sparked up again as they began to argue over whom would be the first to surf with Courtney. Courtney, although lacking in human features, still seemed to show she was pleased with the boy's attention. She held her head up high, and seemed to stare at Starzune in a look of victory. She unfolded her wings --much to her fan's amazement and cheers-- and blew a gritty wave of sand at Starzune to add insult to injury. Well, a little sand in her hair or eyes was nothing compared to the amount of sand Starzune had left her buried in for the past eight years. |
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| Titan | Jul 20 2011, 08:11 PM Post #7 |
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Starzune's employees had had the nerve to advise against this leg of her tour, citing both the expenses of the trip and the potential dangers of traveling the Grand Line unattended. The pop star had elected to ignore their warnings partly out of nostalgia, but mostly out of her rebellious teenage spirit that refused to be caged by anyone or anything! Now that she had secured herself an afternoon and potential evening of fun with two strapping boys, she was glad she had come back to Gesso. Snuggling up to both Blanc and Monty, she almost forgot the cold. Whereas moments ago she had been thankful for her sweater's warmth, she was now annoyed by the interloper between the boys' calloused fingers and her soft skin. Fortunately, despite her playfulness, she resisted the urge to shed the garment early. ”So,” said Starzune, utilizing her ample experience to smoothly further the conversation. ”Did you guys grow up here? It must be weird, without — eek!” Flinching in reflex, she squealed at the high-pitched sound. Actually, her cry of fear was not genuine, because the pop star retained her boundless courage from her childhood, but the woman who had trained her for her musical career had also coached her in dealing with boys. At Dakota's suggestion, Starzune had learned to feign terror with the slightest provocation. She had had to practice her skills as an actress for some hours, but the reward was worth it! Apparent fright was the perfect excuse to leap right into the arms of — the ground. ”Wait, what?” asked Starzune as she picked herself up, having missed Blanc and falling down instead; it was a good thing her fans weren't here to see that embarrassing mistake. As she looked around, brushing some dust off her pants — ugh, how could Gesso natives stand getting their clothes dirty so easily? — she noticed a giant cockroach on a surfboard, and all of a sudden the missing link in her memories returned to her. ”C-Courtney!?” The giant cockroach had dwelt within the cave on another part of the island. Somehow she remembered angering the giant bug, and then Manfred had appeared and repelled the monster. Then, acting in character with her goofy childhood personality, she had tried to chase down the bug and claim it as her pet. That had been when T showed up with his weird sand powers, and Starzune supposed she had forgotten about the oversized horror after it had fallen into the pit of sand. Well, the teenage girl was not actually that phased by the reappearance of this cockroach, even if she had exhibited no surfing prowess in their previous encounter. She did care, however, about the fact that the insect was stealing her boys, who seemed to totally forget about her as they ran after Courtney! How dare they!? Adding injury to insult, the bug chose that moment to blow a gust of sand into Starzune's face, causing her to sputter and cough. ”Dammit!” What a stupid cockroach. Why didn't she pick a fight with T? He was the one who had buried her anyway. Ugh, this was so annoying! She had been looking forward to surfing with Blanc and Monty and now Courtney had stolen the show with her surfing. Well, Starzune would steal them right back! All she needed was a surfboard and then she would prove herself the superior surfer. It did not matter if she had never surfed very well in the past as long as she believed in herself and her heart! ”Okay...Where can I get a board?” What followed was a genius deductive process that made use of knowledge from both the present and the past. So Courtney was able to surf, so she would probably have surfboards somewhere. Since she had skittered out of the cave that one time, that probably meant she lived in there. So that meant that if Starzune found that cave, she could borrow a surfboard! And she could also trash the place and write an angry message on the mirror with lipstick! That sounded like a great plan. ”Just you wait, Courtney!” challenged Starzune, waving her arms angrily. ”This isn't over!” No one heard her. |
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| Nero | Jul 23 2011, 12:23 PM Post #8 |
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It wasn't long after leaving the boy-stealing cockroach and her not-so-faithful fans behind that Starzune stumbled upon a familiar looking cave along the shore. Its entrance was small, yet probably just big enough for a giant cockroach. One could only see so far into the cave before the light faded; just how deep and what dwelled inside this cave would be a mystery to those without the courage to go adventuring. However, it sounded nonthreatening enough. There was no hissing or chirping or growling one might associate with a scary cave beast. There was only the sound of the ocean waves as one stood by the entrance. It also smelled pretty safe too. Inside, once one walked into the darkness, one might be relieved to find that the passage of total darkness was brief, and gave way to a light at the back of the cave. Following the light, one would find a single room. The floor was a layer of sand that had been blown into the cave over the years, and the rocky ceiling was a bit short, forcing most explorers to duck. But more notable than the ceiling or floors, were a few select objects of interest: A white vanity complete with a collection of lipstick and other cosmetics, a small, round table and a pair of chairs, a cupboard that held plates, cups, tea, coffee and various non-perishable foods, a campfire at the center, currently lit. What was even weirder was that along the walls was a collection of pictures and posters of the popstar Starzune. Some had their eyes cut out; others had mustaches or devil horns drawn on them in pink lipstick, and others were captioned with nasty remarks about Starzune's character. Also, sitting at the table was an old gentleman. The elderly inhabitant was pouring himself a cup of tea at the time. He was dressed, oddly enough, in a pair of swim trunks, and thankfully a shirt, but his somewhat youthful sense of fashion was hurt by the long, scraggly beard that spilled onto his lap. It was probably full of sand and salt; maybe a few bugs and a seashell or two. The way his teacup shook in his old, crooked fingers also gave away his old age. He blew away the heat from his tea, not noticing any intruders into his home, or at least pretending not to notice. Edited by Nero, Jul 23 2011, 12:24 PM.
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| Titan | Jul 27 2011, 12:42 AM Post #9 |
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Starzune was cold again. Amidst the fervent excitement of meeting the boys, her body had seemed to forget about the chill. The love burning in her heart had warmed her, but a broken radiator generated no heat, so the island's chill had quickly set in as she hurried along the path. Hugging her fingers around her bare shoulders, the teenager was hastened not only by her sense of fury, but also by her need to seek shelter from the temperature. Due to the holes in the pop star's memory, she could not remember the exact location of the cockroach's cave; as a child, she had only been to the place once, and she had not paid the slightest attention to her surroundings. All she had to go off of — thankfully her reasoning here was more coherent than the logic she had used before setting out on this quest for a surfboard — was her assumption that if Courtney had appeared, then her den was most likely somewhere nearby. It was hardly a safe guess, but Starzune had no realistic alternative. ”A cave!” Spotting the hole amidst the stony outcroppings, Starzune did not know if she had found the right cavern, but she did not really care either; she just needed to get inside for a while, even if the walls were made of stone. She was a rock star, after all. As she hurried into the protection afforded by the cave, she was unsure if the temperature actually rose, or if she simply felt warmer because the icy winds were being kept at bay, but she was thankful regardless. ”It's so hard being stylish,” complained the singer, rubbing at her shoulders. When selecting her winter wear, she had struggled over the dilemma of how to balance warmth against aesthetic appeal; obviously she would be warmer if she was well-covered, but that could potentially sacrifice sexiness. It was an extremely complicated, intricate challenge that the likes of brutish boys' minds could never adequately understand. Deciding to shepherd her thoughts away from her fashion woes, Starzune distracted herself by examining her surroundings. The vanity, small table, graffiti-laced poster of herself, all seemed to be perfectly reasonable cave fixtures — wait a minute... ”Eek!” squealed the girl, though this time she was not reflexively triggering her fright reaction. Her terror was genuine, and she trembled as she approached the poster; then, in a violent motion, she tore it from the wall. ”Who would use such a hideous shade of pink on my face? Ugh, only sluts use Lip Sheen, Courtney!” Once she finished raving at the wall, she remembered that her original purpose in looking for this cavern, besides getting out of the cold, was to look for a surfboard. Realizing that she had to ignore all distractions and focus so that she could win the twins back, the pop star revealed her serious face and scrutinized the area around her for anything that could be used to surf on. She found a beard that was almost the right shape, but it would probably shrivel up on contact with water, and besides, it was connected to an old guy. However, because of the determination with which Starzune resolved to maintain her focus, she did not allow herself to even register the other man's presence. Awkward silence froze the room for several minutes as the orange-haired girl scrutinized the cave with narrowed eyes. ”Hnnk—“ gasped the girl finally, clutching her throat and falling down. ”Oh, I forgot to breathe. Ohmigosh, dirt on my sweater!” She panicked. She could never allow herself to be seen in public with this filth on her previously-pristine outfit! If the media got a picture of that, her career would be over before she could really take off! Starzune's first instinct was to strip off the offending garment in the way that she would instantly distance herself from any associate who sullied her public image, but traipsing around in her undershirt would be similarly scandalous and moreover, cold. ”I wish I could just be warm all the time...” she murmured to herself, before pulling the sweater off over her head and flipping it inside out and putting it back on. The idea of the dirt being one layer closer to her skin was pretty gross, but she had to make sacrifices for her public image. Only after she resolved this teenage crisis, after five full minutes had passed, did she remember the old man who was apparently doing a similarly successful job of ignoring her presence. Starzune had never been one to avoid explaining herself, but she usually lacked the patience to tell long stories; fortunately she was expert at shortening them to the key points so as to clearly and concisely communicate her situation. ”Yo, gramps, can I borrow your beard? I need it to out-surf a giant cockroach.” |
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| Nero | Jul 28 2011, 10:48 PM Post #10 |
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"Mmmmhh?" A low, inquisitive grumbling rose from the old man's throat. It was as if he had just noticed her presence, having said nor done anything but sip his tea since she barged into his home. He was such a good NPC, speaking only when spoken too and letting the heroes go unhindered as they searched his home for valuables. Or maybe he was just really really old. "Wait a minute…" The elderly man said, his voice quivering due to his age. He leaned to the right and snatched an eyeless Starzune poster from the rocky wall. "Just hold still now…" He instructed as he held the poster up to Starzune's face, lining up the empty eye holes of the poster Starzune to Starzune's own real life eyes. "Yeah…yeah, that looks right. You must be Starzune, that celebrity Courtney is always going on about. She doesn't like you very much" He said thoughtfully, stroking his impressive beard while resting the poster in his lap. "You say you want a surfboard? To out-surf Courtney? I do have my old board hidden away in here somewhere, but I really shouldn't lend it to you…" He sighed and stared up at the dark, rocky ceiling of his cave-home, but he was really looking up at distant memories of him and Courtney. "I taught her everything I know about surfing. They used to call me the Surfer King. She sure picked it up quick, I was so proud when she could finally do a nosestand…" The Surfer King trailed off into fonder times. Apparently he was Courtney's surfing instructor, and a famed surfer himself. There was almost a 100% chance that he would have a surfboard lying around somewhere, but why… "Why should I give you a surfboard? I can't just give my old board away to you, even if you are a celebrity, and especially not if it's to spite my little Courtney." |
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| Titan | Jul 30 2011, 11:50 AM Post #11 |
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Starzune opened her mouth and then closed it, breathless, as her words died in her throat. Given the straightforwardness of her request, she had expected some resistance from the old man. In fact, she had planned out the entire conversation in her head; she would open with an outrageous proposition, he would either express outrage or confusion depending on which kind of old man he was, and then she would dramatically reveal her international fame. Then, stunned and apologetic, the elder would hurry to grant her his beard, a surfboard, and anything else she might have desired. She was thus unbalanced when the old man already knew her identity, cheating with one of her desecrated posters. By the sounds of it, she had been foiled by Courtney's intervention yet again, causing rage to swell within her; it took all the pop star's public relation skills not to betray her fury. Instead, she wore a patient smile on her face as she listened to the man describe the giant cockroach's jealousy of her; though he used more general words, the singer was certain that all of the cockroach's vengeance could be attributed to such bitterness. Starzune did not dwell on the fact that she was now seeking revenge for nearly the same reason. It was different when boys were involved; didn't they say that all was fair in love and war? ”Well...” she began to say, looking around the cave for some retort that would earn her the surfboard. She supposed that it was technically a stroke of good fortune that she had randomly wandered into this cave, and not only was it actually the cockroach's dwelling place, but also home to the legendary Surfer King, whose prowess the girl had heard about only in myths and legends. Most likely, if Starzune was actually able to procure his board, then she would be empowered by its magical properties and gain the edge she needed to outperform Courtney. Actually, she wondered about the relationship between this man and the cockroach. He seemed to fulfill not only the role of her teacher, but also her father; maybe he was actually her father. Starzune had heard of stranger families, after all. Of course she assumed that Courtney had been adopted; anything else would just be silly. Anyway, the more pressing issue was how she would convince the surfer king to give up his board. Starzune knew it was possible; her feminine intuition told her as much. She was encouraged because instead of denying that he had any such board, which he would have if he utterly refused to lend it to her, he seemed to be bargaining, trying to gain something from the deal. Well, a woman of Starzune's wealth and status was never short of handouts that she could user to barter in situations like this. ”Well...how about...” Unzipping her tote bag, Starzune dug through the mess of emergency makeup, candy, and other various necessities to any pop star's lifestyle, and produced two glossy bright-gold tickets. ”A backstage pass to my first concert!?” Starzune was perceptive enough to tell that the old man had really been fishing for a less materialistic proposal, like promising to use the board for good and not evil or something, but that kind of pledge seemed too restrictive. She hoped he would just accept the pass. She also hoped that his eyesight would be too poor to let him read the tiny fine print. |
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| Nero | Jul 31 2011, 09:33 PM Post #12 |
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The Surfer King reached out with a trembling hand and plucked the tickets from Starzune's hand. He looked over the tickets, turning them around in his hand to examine the front, back and even the sides. His head slowly rolled around on his neck and tilted to the side, and he drew in his mouth, puckering his face as he continued to think over the tickets in silence. Agonizingly quiet silence thick with anticipation. "Ehm, well…" He cleared his throat and handed the tickets back to Starzune, "No. I really don't think Courtney would like me much if I did that, and…" he sighed and shrugged, looking a bit defeated. "I really couldn't make the trip anyways, these old bones weren't as strong as they used to be. Surfing can be dangerous you know, smash against too many rocks and you're liable to break a few bones. Maybe a few too many in my case…" He winced as his thoughts took him back to all his past surfing accidents, but at the same time he looked a bit wistful for those good old days when he could still surf as the best. "But, you know," he said, snapping out of his memories to return to the problem at hand, "I guess I'm really not using my board, so I'll give it to you for a favor. You see, we're running low on groceries and such. Courtney usually goes out and does the shopping, but I think she gets a bit nervous when she's around a lot of people. I think she's scared people are going to try and hurt her, poor dear." He paused for a moment to spare a pitiful look for his Courtney before continuing. "Anyways, I really can't do the shopping myself. I'm just not, well, able enough to get around with all those bags you know. But, maybe if I could have you escort me and carry my things around, I suppose I could lend you my board for the day. Oh, but don't worry, you won't have to pay -- I can't have a girl like you paying for me. Anyways, do we have a deal?" For the record, a lifetime dedicated to surfing had granted the elderly king a slim, fit looking frame in his older years, hardly saggy at all, even if he was a bit frail. He didn't have too many, if any, liver spots or warts, nor a crooked nose, or even a lazy eye or really much of anything people would associate with a less-than-pretty looking old person. He did, though, sport a healthy looking numbers of wrinkles that spoke of wisdom and experience. He also didn't smell too bad, he smelled mostly of a strong ocean breeze. He was certainly hairy though, especially in the beard area, and somewhat in the ear and nose area. Courtney did though, for some inexplicable reason, have a selection of beauty products stored away in her vanity in case Starzune was that concerned with her companion's appearances. Then again, she might reject the Surfer King's offer, but whether she was ready to argue with an old man was debatable. Edited by Nero, Jul 31 2011, 09:33 PM.
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| Titan | Aug 1 2011, 02:02 PM Post #13 |
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The pop star was not actually anxious at all as the old man appeared to consider her offer, because she did not doubt for an instant that anyone would be foolish enough to spurn an offer of a free backstage pass. Due to her rising popularity, she was well aware that millions across the globe would be desperate for opportunities to attach themselves to her fame, so that in a few years when she was an international sensation those lucky associates could claim the distinction of being close to her from the very beginning; and they would reap great profits from their connections. That was why Starzune was so shocked when the Surfer King sadly declined her offer, offering the flimsy explanation of displeasing Courtney. The singer didn't understand, because she was looking for a surfboard specifically so she could make the cockroach unhappy; who cared about her feelings anyway? Ugh — it was as if the old man did not want to be interviewed on radio talk shows about his friendship with the rising star! No, that wasn't even possible. There had to be some ulterior motive at play here. ”Wait...Surfing is dangerous?” This fact seemed obvious, and it was not as though Starzune had not realized earlier, but she tended to ignore danger in general. The adventures she had embarked upon at the age of seven were a testament to her courage, or to her recklessness. However, even the daredevil had to pause when confronted by the suggestion that an accident on the waves could cause her to resemble the old man's gross appearance in any way whatsoever. As scary as that sounded, she would have to simply be careful; she would not let herself be intimidated out of seizing her revenge. Actually, Starzune expected that the man would have tried to extract some greater concession from the pop star and she was already trying to figure out what else she could offer. As a famous figure, she had considerable leverage, but Dakota had trained her in the art of negotiation, so hopefully the man would not assume she would be easy to swindle. Nope, if he was going to ask for a large payment in money or something else unreasonable she was going to put her foot down! Ideally she could promise to do some long-term favor, and then force T or one of her other lackeys to do it for her. Wait — He wanted her to take him shopping? Starzune frowned, considering her options; technically the only quantity she would be expending was her time, which was definitely valuable, but she could spend half an hour or so chaperoning the surfer king if it would aid her in her quest for revenge. The only potential problem she foresaw was that if the media found out that she was seen in public with a disheveled old man, they could put a horrible spin on it! It seemed like a risk she would have to take; the chances of anything terrible happening were fairly low considering that the cute boys didn't know who she was. ”Okay, I'll do it,” she decided. |
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| Nero | Aug 3 2011, 09:14 PM Post #14 |
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"You'll do it? Okay then, let me just get some things together." The Surfer King sipped the last of his tea from his teacup, and then started to gather up some grocery-shopping essentials like his wallet, a basket to carry his things in and, after a glance over to Starzune where he noted her sweater, he pulled out a long, white cloak for warmth. It looked like it was made out of a heavy material, and it reached all the way down to his ankles and the sleeves all the way to his wrists. It was a lot to wear, so he was sure to clarify with the idol about the weather. "It is cold, right?" Once the Surfer King was appropriately dressed and equipped for the journey into town, he headed out of his cave. On the way into town, if Starzune looked out to the ocean, she would be able to see a brown colored speck riding along the waves. No doubt it was Courtney, still enthralling the boys with her surfing tricks. You know, she didn't even really care about those boys anyways -- she didn't even know their names. She was just doing it to make Starzune jealous. What a bitch. As soon as the two reached the town, the Surfer King paused and took a look around the little marketplace area. "Hmm…oh! There it is." The King pointed a finger towards a small building with the word "FOOD" written out in bold, block capital letters above the door. Okay, there's stop number one. Come on Starzune." He beckoned the star to follow him into the store. Inside, a young, friendly looking shop keeper greeted the customers with a bright smile, while King shuffled around to different shelves of various fruits and vegetables. Of course, he had to test each piece of produce for quality through a series of gentle squeezes and extensive visual examinations. It was a time consuming process, but ensured a worthwhile purchase. As long as the Surfer King knew what he was doing, that is. He could have just been squeezing and looking at the produce to mimic what he had seen someone else do before, without having the slightest clue as to what to look for in each fruit. As long as the fruit satisfied whatever qualifications he thought to assign them, whether they were legitimate qualifications or not, it would probably be enough for him either way. "Does this tomato feel ripe to you, Starzune?" He handed Starzune a tomato he had been caressing and waited for her opinion. |
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| Titan | Aug 4 2011, 05:48 PM Post #15 |
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The tedium of waiting for the old man to prepare himself for the trip seemed to stretch on forever, at the surfer king's puttering pace. Maybe Starzune was hypocritical in her criticism because among her staff she was notorious for spending excessive amounts of time getting ready in the morning. Of course, the pop star understood better than anyone that her own frequent tardiness to events and other public appearances were always justified. First of all, she tended to oversleep, which she could not be blamed for — it was not like she could control herself when she was unconscious and sleeping earlier was out of the question because she would miss out on partying time — and that exacerbated the morning time crunch. Of course, the greatest distance between herself and the surfer king was not adolescent sleeping patterns; instead, Starzune's vindication lay in her gender. As distinguished by his title, the king was a guy — not only that, but a crusty old man who did not have to care about his appearance. On the other hand, Starzune was graced with natural beauty to augment. That meant that on a daily basis she had to make intricate, challenging decisions about her make makeup and outfit so that she looked as fabulous as possible. Wasn't it understandable then that she was an hour or two late? Some people really needed to develop a sense of patience. While Starzune was fuming over impatience, she realized that the Surfer King was ready. ”Oh. Well let's get going then.” For Starzune, the seemingly mundane chore of shopping was actually a refreshing experience. Of course, as a teenage girl with a heavy purse, she spent many hours in malls shopping for clothes, but due to her status she was above simple chores like buying groceries; for the last several years she had always had others to take care of such boring practical matters for her. It was interesting, seeing foods she had not seen in years — like many of the store's vegetables and other healthy foods; actually, even as a child she had known to stay away from anything green that wasn't artificially apple-flavored — and smelling scents that were equally distant in her memories. That said, the appeal of shopping only held its appeal for so long, especially when the old man was apparently fondling each food item he came across; watching it was pretty gross, but Starzune realized that at least it was a relatively harmless fetish. Meanwhile, her mind started to wander. Her boredom fallback was usually scouting for cute boys instead of daydreaming like she had in her childhood, but at the moment she didn't see anyone attractive in the grocery store — she was still determined to win Blanc and Monty back anyway. Her imagination did not run as rampant as it used to, so she was actually pondering a fairly practical matter; considering that they were in some type of shopping locale, she thought there had to be some kind of sporting goods shop where she could buy her own surfboard. It was not as though money would be a problem for her. Except...she didn't want an average board, considering she believed that the king's board could have magical properties that would boost her surfing skill. She knew that with her average talents she could probably not outdo Courtney on fair terms, so she needed to claim every advantage possible, no matter how slight! Yeah, she would save time most likely if she looked around for a board around here, but she felt that she had to put up with the king, even if it meant — even if it meant — ”Yeah, it looks great,” agreed Starzune flatly, awkwardly holding the tomato. She didn't actually know anything about vegetables. ”It's really...red! That means it's a good one.” |
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