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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 3, 2008 3:43:54 GMT 1
Did George have to follow her everywhere she went? ...Uh, Yeah. It was in his contract. Damn her mother. Tawny was almost on a leash. A slave to her stardom. Not that it was all bad. It was just hard to get coffee when she wanted it. Well, a good one anyway. One that wasn't 'made for a star' and all that bullshit.
People were people, and impressed by titles and greenbacks. And that's why Tawny was wearing big glasses that were 'in', but covered most of her face. Her hat was a beret, and she had a green&black striped shirt. Combined with a black skirt, she was good to go. And stylish to boot. Or at least, in her own eye. Which was good enough.
Followed by George, Tawny went to the counter. "...Coffee, black. Please." She gave a smile. So far, so good. No one really recognized her...yet. But all it took was that one person who saw past the glasses. Which, she'd admit, wasn't all that hard. And truth be told, it always gave her a rush to go out in 'disguise'. It made her treat is as a sort of game, where she'd see how long she could fool the masses.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 4, 2008 3:08:32 GMT 1
"...could I get peanut butter in the Mocha, then?"
There was a tall, distinguished and yet somewhat dark and mysterious man, ebony in complexion, standing at one of the sides of the counter, ordering from a slender, pimply woman with blonde pigtails at the counter. As the girl [Tawny] approached, it would seem as if the two had been locked in a heated discussion about what he could, or couldn't have in his Mocha, and they both were looking about as irritated by it.
Well, so it seemed. The dark man's face was partially hidden by a pair of black sunglasses.
He turned slowly towards the approaching girl, and jerked a thumb at the woman behind the counter.
"I know I see peanut butter on that shelf. Can you talk some reason to this woman?"
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 4, 2008 6:17:37 GMT 1
'kay. She must have walked in on something... But oh well. Might as well try to help, right? I mean, she had no idea what was going on. She had been in her own little fantasy world where she had hidden all day and was just about home or something and...yeah. So, Daydreaming.
Staring at the black guy with the golden eyes, she managed to catch herself before it became obvious. 'course, before she could say anything, or even offer her help to the situation she knew nothing of, A co-worker of the girl came screaming out of the kitchen.
"You're Tawny Foxx!" She didn't get much further before the other one was doing the same thing, and then they asked for autographs. Knowing her disguise was blown and that her guard would have his hands full with his job now, Tawny removed her glasses.
"Coffee?" But then a sigh happened under her breath. Luckily it had gone unnoticed by the girl who now gave the man his peanutbutter. "Anyone who's a friend of Tawny's, is welcome to have anything they want!" She said as she smiled that fake, starstruck smile.
And what was that? Tawny's coffee was all but forgotten to the excitement.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 4, 2008 9:29:26 GMT 1
"Tawny Foxx, eh?" He replied, nodding to the woman behind the counter with a smile as he placed two dollars and a couple quarters on the counter before turning towards her, sighing in ecstacy as he savored the sweet taste. "I'm a fan of some of your work, though I hope you won't be disappointed if I don't scream and go wild at the mention of your name. I think the young girls around here do that well enough without my help." He looks at the crowd bustling about, making a fuss and with their frantic looks darting this way and that.
"Being a celebrity must be a real bother when you're looking to walk about unrecognized, really. If you'd like, we can perhaps go someplace a little...quieter?"
He took another sip of the drink, and shivered as the taste washed over his tongue. It was like an orgasm of the mouth! How had the world ever managed to survive without this beverage available to the masses?
"Ahhh.... but yes, as I was saying. There's a quieter spot down the road. I'm sure things will quiet down soon. Since a local gang is said to congregate here, people tend to stay away from it when possible. That is, of course, if you're not scared.."
He gave her a mischevious wink from the corner of his sunglasses and turned his back to her, looking up at the sun and the clouds, and sighing again.
"And such a beautiful day, too.."
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 4, 2008 23:53:16 GMT 1
There was always some who didn't scream out of elation and fanaticism. And Tawny appreciated that. People who didn't treat her like god. Sorry. A god. " can I get your autograph!?" Once that was asked, the general population of the coffee shop went beserk. Tawny didn't want to be rude to the man, but this type of fan didn't really listen to reason. She held up a finger to the man to silence him for two seconds. Or rather, 'wait a minute, I gotta do something first.' kind of look. " Alright, alright. One at a time. Okay? I have plenty of scribble for everyone." She gave a short laugh of genuine gaiety before taking the offered pen and paper. ---fifteen minutes later Finally, the hoard would let her get around her business, and her black coffee was in her hands. So much time and trouble for such an easy drink...Sigh. Finding the man still there, Tawny smiled slightly. He hadn't asked for her autograph, which also said volumes. He was still kind of...weird-feeling. Like something was...different about him. And not in a good way. But hey, he was nice enough. And her bodyguard was there. So there wasn't like there was a chance of her getting hurt, right? (Especially because this is a prelude to the concert. ) " I'm sorry for interrupting you. You were saying..?" He had begun to say something, but she hadn't heard a lick of it.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 6, 2008 21:37:31 GMT 1
(OOC: It's all good. Maximillion's docile as a kitten unless threatened. :x)
Maximillion smiled, nodding to a few of the onlookers who snapped a few photos and took off with the rest of the crowd.
"If I know anything about the paparazzi, there are going to be scandalous rumours that I'm your secret lover or something by now." He said, giving her a mischevious wink as he finished the last of his drink, and ordered another one. "I mean, I could do worse, but I was looking to keep my head underground and unnoticed for awhile before news of my being here started reaching the public's attention."
He handed the barista his money, and took the second cup and took a sip of it, smiling as if his entire world was revolving around this drink....but Tawny would find herself in that little world yet again, sooner than she had originally thought.
"So, you're a beautiful girl, a singing sensation, and you've got money coming out of your ears. Any particular reason you'd be slumming it with us poor folks on this side of town, Miss Tawny?"
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 7, 2008 0:43:22 GMT 1
"'course they will." No sense in denying it. Especially since it happened with every guy she even looked at now. But that was okay too. Because she knew the truth. And that was enough. I mean, all grand and dandy if the masses liked her. But Tawny'd rather touch a few thousand than be adored by millions. (Not that she didn't love that too!)
Holding onto her coffee, Tawny listened to his question. And with a grin, replied simply. "Coffee." She had a grin on her face and held the coffe out at him a little to emphasize. Well? What else was he expecting? Maybe 'smear my star status in the peasants faces? Yeah right. She was more kind than that.
"What's wrong with getting noticed? You got something to hide?" She smiled mischeiviously. 'course he did. Everyone had. (Well, Tawny sort of does. But she doesn't know it yet.) She dared a sip of her coffee before looking around a little. She'd never been here before.
"Oh. And I'm having a concert here later today. Well, not here-here. But in the park. You should attend." She always liked more people at the show.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 7, 2008 2:26:11 GMT 1
Maximillion shrugs.
"I'm just not popular in some circles." he said with a wry grin. "And, in some circles, I am WAAAAY too popular. There's no happy medium, so I find my peace in quiet atmospheres. And yet, a beautiful lady asks me to attend her concert. What else can I possibly say, but 'yes'?"
He smiled at her, taking another drink of his coffee, and looking away.
"Y'know, it's going to be an awful big crowd at the show, and I'm currently hurting for transportation. You think maybe that big lug over there might let me get in a car with you?" He said, his voice suddenly changing and seeming almost ominous. "Though what a surprise it would be for him, were he to find out you could easily outmuscle him, should the whim strike you.."
He then smiled, as if he hadn't even said anything, and took another drink from his cup.
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 7, 2008 2:56:24 GMT 1
"I don't know you well enough, and I'm nowhere near drunk enough for that. Besides, this is a small town. I'm sure it's not a far walk from here." She did have some sense. Not much mind you, but some.
"You a thug or sommin'?" She said quite seriously before succumbing to a fit of laughter. She had appeared quite serious. But only for a second. She had even done the 'gangsta' hand-whatevers. Like a bad DJ, record-scratcher.
The last of it, had zoomed right on by. After all, who would even believe a girl could defeat such a large man? He was easily twice her teenage size. AND not to mention, quite burly.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 7, 2008 17:04:27 GMT 1
"I know this is going to be a bit of an odd question for you, but have you ever seen things you couldn't explain? Things of a strange, and perhaps paranormal in nature?" He asked, watching the girl's eyes as he spoke. She had an aura about him like another he had seen before, but she seemed to be completely oblivious to it.
That, or she was trying to hide from it. There had been people in the past who had 'seen things', but kept it to themselves for fear of being thought of as 'crazy' or 'weird'. He didn't know if she had or not, but was curious about it.
You know, I only ask because I'm a philosopher of sorts, you might say. I've seen my share of peculiar things, and I have books at my shop that can always give information on said things. Ye Old New Age, on the corner of Main and Connecticut. A *BIG* library, on events both current and in the past. Books you could find at a normal library, and.....other books, too."
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