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Post by Juicebox on Feb 18, 2013 3:38:15 GMT -5
Dear God, was that granny moving faster than this traffic? She wasn't even in a hip-breaking speed and was flying past the line of cars, mainly his. In any event, the blonde had entertainment in hand for the slow ride. Prompto curled his head against his shoulder, holding his cell between the two. "What is he doing now?"
"He's still showering from practice, you goddamn creeper. Stop making me an accomplice here, it's freaking me out."
"Shut up, you should be used to doing my dirty work by now. Tell me, did he bring anyone to his room last night? What underwear is he wearing today, please don't let it be the pinstriped briefs. Those are for my eyes only damnit. it's unfair for me not to be there to witness him donning those glorious-"
"Dude, you got a problem. And I'm not checking his junk like some stalker for you. What are you doing, by the way. I thought you'd be there by now instead of annoying me on the phone."
"I would be but there's some congo line of taxis in front of me. They won't let me park my own car, fuckers. Apparently guests aren't allow to park themselves, only valets can do the peasant work around here. Right now I'm driving with my butt flexed and my nose in the air like a king."
"I can't believe you're family after all these years. The mystery of DNA."
One yard down and twenty-something more to go. Paradise, they said. More like twisted sadism to him. By now that grandma was already indoors and enjoying nice air conditioning while he was stuck in his sauna car, sweating out of every pore on his body. Prompto raked back the honeyed forelocks that clung to his forehead. After the drummer's wavering will caved in, Prompto couldn't stop from asking his cousin the worst. "Has he noticed I left yet?"
"Pro man, it's only been half a day. You know him."
"So no."
"Prompto,"
"Look, I need to pull up. I'll call you later." Prompto hung up shortly after his excuse; even looking at the device was unbearable right now. Stupid lie, he knew it- his cousin certainly did. Regardless, he must've felt merciful today since he failed to call back to yell him an earful about how stupid he was being. Dropping the topic now didn't mean the end of it however.
Was it too late to drive back home and crawl back to that stupid bastard who didn't give a rat's ass about him? Hm, painful long distance or being ignored- he didn't know which form of torment he preferred. Yippee. At least here there would be some distractions. Also, the cost of gas for the trip home wasn't really helping his favor. Too late to turn tail, especially now his car made it to the front finally. Sighed heaved, Prompto popped the trunk then crept out of his car while his luggage was being taken out. Running away like a coward it is.
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Post by Moonie on Feb 18, 2013 21:30:32 GMT -5
Standing outside of the building with his single bag, Kristopher lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke lightly burn his throat as it cascaded swiftly into his lungs. He much enjoyed poisoning his lungs with tar, much like his own life was poisoned with living. And he especially smoked when the thoughts he had were reoccuring daily for the past year. No amount of convincing nor probabilities would change the fact that he thought of himself as a sick, twisted monster. He wasn't the savior that his superiors painted of him, that's for sure.
Yet a part of him still believed he was all right. That it was just a figment of imaginatiom, something he made up so he could feel guilty. Admitting it to himself, calmed his aching nerves a little bit. Maybe he wasn't to blame. Just a freak accident. The chief was merely blowing the whole thing up into something bigger than it really was. Just as he thought this, a car pulled up to the mansion-like exclusive 'hotel' for the reality show. A bigger joke on his boss' part.
Despite his lighter mood, it all seemed like his own life pulled a prank the second he saw the person step out of the car. His eyes narrowed insantly, his hand lifting the dark shades from his sight. Ash blond hair and eyes that didn't seem to glow considering age. There was no doubt everyone on the cast was below twenty five; no reality show like this was going to have older people.
Kristopher suddenly had a jolt to the hand, a searing pain through his index and middle finger. He dropped the burning cigarette as he let his sunglasses fall back into place. The magic, or in his mind the curse, broke as his concentration was diverted and he realized what had happened. He silently said a string of curses, looking back at the newcomer with slight fear and unease. Somehow he felt this was going to be an experience he wished he skipped out on in any way possible. Kris grabbed his pack and slung it over his shoulder, keeping his opaque blue eyes on the boy as he made for the entrance. One thing was clear - he had to stay away.
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Post by Juicebox on Feb 19, 2013 4:43:16 GMT -5
Reception desk was unexpectedly short to the point he reached it in mere minutes. Swift worker, this receptionist was. Giving his best smile, Prompto folded his arms and leaned slightly over the counter, emitting infectious amity. His pull was already in affect he judged by the returned smile- good. "Hi, I'm part of the show. They said to show you this for my room key." Sliding the certification and authorization papers toward her, the receptionist leaned over to inspect the paperwork.
"Right away sir, one moment please." She gave a friendly smile that seemed brighter than her professional, routine one. A few clicks of the mouse, she pulled up the information then reached for the organized keycard rack. "Here's your key and this is your room number, Mr. Alighieri. Both you and your chosen roommate will be given separate keys to your lodgings, so be careful not to misplace your's. There's an orientation you are to attend this afternoon, there is a packet upstairs explaining everything. If there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to let me know."
Flickering a quick glimpse to her nametag, Prompto gave a wink as he retreated away, key in hand. "Thanks Emma, see you around." Rolling his wheeled suitcase behind, he found his way to the elevators. The drummer gave a impressed whistle at the grandeur of it all. Maybe running away was a good idea after all, he could get used to this lifestyle. Unwrapping a lollipop hidden from in his coatpocket, Prompto popped the candy into his mouth as he ventured out to the destined floor of his quarters. Key card slid smoothly into the lockpad then flashed a yielding green.
Once inside, he wasted no time running around the place in wonder. Everything was worthy of mansion esteem that only people who crapped money could afford. Prompto was in heaven. Drudging his luggage to an empty room, he dropped the suitcase to jump on the kingly mattress screaming. He was going to rub this in his cousin's face later, but right now the appropriate response was to act like a idiot and celebrate.
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Post by Moonie on Feb 20, 2013 9:36:53 GMT -5
In desperate hopes of occupying his mind with something more trivial, Kris had retreated inside the building. With his key card already acquired, he spent countless minutes wandering despite the mandatory meeting being an hour and a half away. Feeling a little more relaxed, he began heading toward his room. Upon sliding the card and opening the door, he lifted his eyes to look straight at the guy he'd seen earlier.
"You're fucking kidding me...." he murmured under his breath. It wasn't like anyone would hear him anyway with the over-exuberant blond screaming out his joy. Without a single word or sound, Kristopher made his way straight to the other room. Efficiently, he began putting his clothes away. All the while, he calculated how much time was left before the meeting. An hour, at least. He'd be able to make something quick if he was up to leaving the room and facing the blond willingly.
After a moment of thinking, the agent decided he couldn't keep himself holed up in fear. Tossing the empty bag in a corner, he went to the small kitchen provided in the room. Upon opening the fridge, he saw it was mainly filled with sports drinks, soda and anything of the like. Food was just as bad. Yogurts, ingredients for sandwhiches. String cheese, of all things. He assumed there were frozen dinners in the freezer. Without much of a current choice, he decided on string cheese.
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Post by Juicebox on Feb 28, 2013 5:11:54 GMT -5
Metal coils grated and groan under his weight, puerilely treating the mattress like a trampoline. Peering out the double balcony glass doors, Prompto breathlessly blathered into his phone.
"I can see the ocean,"
"Uh huh."[/size]
"I can see the beach,"
"Uh huh."[/size]
"I can see topless girls."
"Uh- wait, what?"[/size]
"Oh, so you are listening."
"Don't do that to me, you ass. Lienna's still angry at me, going on a week here without seeing topless anything here."[/size]
"That's what happens when you cheat on your girlfriend."
"I didn't cheat. Are we going to talk about earlier or not. You can't continue blissful denial until it all crashes and burns again."[/size]
"Crashing and burning sounds nice at the moment, thanks."
"Yeah, yeah- go and destroy your emotional and mental stability then. I got to go to practice, talk to you later."[/size]
Miffed his cousin hung up on him, he dropped to his butt and sat properly on his bed, sighing. Knew it, the idiot was going to bring it up every time they talked. It'd be beating a dead horse into jam if this continued. He was perfectly happy with running away, that included talking about everything related. Prompto rolled over to his stomach, a cheek smooshed uncomfortably on the soft comforter fabric. Conflicted on what to do next in the given spare time, the man rolled uselessly on the bed until a unanticipated whiff caught his nose.
Choking back tears at the odor, he rolled off the mattress in a loud thud. Okay, three hour driving trip while sweating like a monkey had turned him into a walking miasma. A shower sounded like a good idea, not wanting his first impression to be the stinky guy of the cast. Not to mention, he wasn't exactly dressed to impress at the moment- denim skinnies and a t-shirt didn't make him Model of the Year.
Satisfied at the thought, Prompto took an outfit from his suitcase and laid out his clothes for change. Towels and soap were probably already provided in the bathroom, he could unpack everything else later. Shoes popped off and sock-free, his feet weren't smelling like roses at the moment. Pumped up, he threw off his shirt and danced out of the bedroom as he began unbuckling his belt, lost in a singsong chant to take notice of anything else. "I get to take a shower, I get to take a shower."
Soft click of the fridge door broke his concentration, snapping his head up to the source. Who was that? He stared at the stranger with string cheese in silence until he rushed over. "Hi, are you the roommate Emma mentioned? Sorry, I didn't hear you come in." Offering a hand to him, his smile brightened naturally. "I'm Prompto, by the way. You?"
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Post by Moonie on Feb 28, 2013 22:00:54 GMT -5
He didn't bother to peel the cheese and instead popped one end into his mouth. Reaching into the fridge again, Kristopher pulled out a water. So far, so good. No disturbances made the agent think that maybe he was going to be lucky. As soon as he turned and began eating, Kris heard the thing he dreaded. Footsteps. Before anything could be done, he saw the boy from earlier prance out of his room.
On top of that, he was shirtless and getting undressed in the den of the room. Kristopher knew he was staring, but the other guy hadn't noticed yet. Perhaps if he indulged the curiosity a little, it would be satisfied enough to disappear for a short while. So he fed it, letting small thoughts come and go. Unconsciously he closed the fridge door with his foot while he removed the cheese from his mouth.
At that, the blond had looked up and right at him. It made Kristopher realize he still hadn't moved initially from the same spot since he heard the footsteps. Hopefully he looked surprised or weirded out as the singer came dashing over. Emma? His name was Prompto? Legitimately? The agent lifted a brow as he looked down at the outstretched hand, then to his own hands holding water and cheese. If it had been business, he would have taken a hold of the hand already. But this wasn't work. This wasn't home.
"Kristopher..." he murmured in response. As with most people outside of work, his name was a peeve of his he maintained. So without hesitation, he added, "With a K."
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