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genessia2017-11-27 08:35 pm
syndicatedluv) wrote in genessia2017-11-27 08:35 pm
Stealing Spotlights and Hearts
WHO: Leblanc, OPEN
WHAT: A celebrity has to start somewhere. If Leblanc is going to skyrocket her way to fame, she's got to build up a reputation. So that means stealing people's spots at the karaoke bar.
WHEN: November 27th, 2017 - Evening
WHERE: Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club - Genessia City
Leblanc is patient. Cunning. Dedicated.
She's also getting desperate. For a few weeks now she's been skulking around, poking at the barriers, rifling through the libraries (and upsetting the librarians with her flung books and mini-tantrums), even hijacking one of those cute little flying cars to see if she couldn't drive it through the barrier. Which, spoilers, she couldn't, and she left the scene limping and pouting.
As far as she could tell, she was abducted because her performance (masquerading as Yuna) was just way too good. So good, she was kidnapped and dropped into this awful world, left to fend for herself far away from her dearest love, until she put on another concert. Well, so be it! If they wanted an encore, she would give them one they wouldn't soon forget.
But she wasn't famous enough to warrant a full, explosive event on a big stage with thousands of fans screaming her name. So she had to do something about that.
Every week, she came into the karaoke club. Not to sing, but to stalk. She watched like a hawk, memorizing the faces and builds of the regulars, and upon finding one about her height with at least a decent enough face, Leblanc followed her home, marking the woman's location on her map. When the next Monday came around, Leblanc hung around outside, waiting to see the woman emerge, and made note of her clothing.
Then she sprinted to the mall and did a little shopping, and a lot of shoplifting. ...Look, those redbills were NOT going to last, and she needed every crimson penny if she was going to rebuild her reputation and power, so shopkeepers were just going to have to deal with a missing black t-shirt and artfully torn up jeans! Until she found a Mimic Dressphere (surely such marvels had to exist somewhere), she'd have to do this the old-fashioned way. Leblanc paid for the black spiky wig, though.
Leblanc swapped her ridiculously gaudy pink "outfit" for the shirt and jeans, but kept the wig safely stashed in a little lingerie bag at her side as she sipped her drink (water, because it's free), watched her target put in a request for a song, and made note of who went before her. A wicked little smile curled the corners of her rosebud lips. Soon.
When it was nearly the woman's turn, Leblanc stood up and approached her, laid a hand on her shoulder, and sympathetically tilted her head. "Oh love, you have the green four-door parked outside, don't you? I'm afraid one of those nasty little cops is trying to slip you a parking ticket!" The woman nearly choked on her drink, grabbed her purse, and rushed out the door. Ho ho ho~
Sauntering toward the bar, Leblanc took out her wig and secured it over her short, chunky blonde hair, fixed it in the mirror, and winked. Showtime~
"And now, here's weekly favorite Christine, bringing you--"
Leblanc tugged at the DJ's tie and whispered in his ear.
"--What? Uh...all right, let me just... OKAY! Here's Christine, performing 'These Dreams!'"
Only Christine's two friends weren't fooled by the disguise, but they were confused and a little drunk. They frowned, they squinted, but they didn't raise a fuss as Leblanc lifted the microphone and cradled it close, swaying with the soft music.
"Spare a little candle, save some light for me," she sang, her voice sweet and rich. "Figures up ahead, moving in the trees. White skin," she took a step to the left, then another, "in linen, perfume on my wrist. And the full moon that hangs over," her hand lifted in a graceful arc over her head, "these dreams in the mist."
They were watching her, and oh, it felt good. Even without the Songstress Dressphere and Yuna's garment grid, Leblanc still knew how to sing. She practiced often, whether she was soaking in the hot springs, or walking the rainy, empty street at night, or staring mournfully at an empty picture frame while trying to imagine Nooj's face within it.
Yes, she would sing, and they would adore her. Yes, she would make them love her even more than this little Christine twit!
The chorus kicked in and she bent dramatically over her microphone. "These dreams go on when I close my eyes! Every second of the night!" she stretched out her hand to the audience before pulling it back in a fist as if her heart pained her so. "I live another life! These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside." Leblanc half-hugged herself, spinning gracefully as she moved back toward the center of the stage. Every moment I'm awake! The further I'm away..."
"That crazy imposter bitch stole my spot!" a voice screamed shrilly from the back. And there stood little miss Christine, face red and blotchy, clumps of melting snow clinging to her hair.
Leblanc sighed dramatically. She really needed to invest in some back-up dancers to teach the riffraff around here some proper manners. However, as the stairway to fame did not include electrocuting bar patrons, it was time she made her escape. Seizing the wig, she tossed it into the crowd where surely some adoring fan would catch it. (No one did; they shrank back because what was that black furry thing she was chucking at them, wtf?)
"You'll remember this night, loves," she purred, touching her fingertips to her lips before blowing a kiss. "It'll be the first time you heard Leblanc sing before she ascended to stardom. So remember the name well!"
She ducked as Christine flung a glass at her head. My, how rude! Leblanc straightened, smirked, and dropped the mic before she dashed for the fire exit to her left.
Once outside she ducked into the alley, gasping for breath, heart pounding a mile a minute. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, snow collecting on her short fringe of dark lashes, and allowed herself a breathless chuckle. "Mmmmm, that did feel good!" She stretched her arms languidly above her head. "I feel alive again~ Just you wait, my darling. I'll be home before you know it." She shook her fingers through her hair, mincing down the alley with a renewed sense of confidence and passion.
Now...which apartment should she squat in tonight...?
WHAT: A celebrity has to start somewhere. If Leblanc is going to skyrocket her way to fame, she's got to build up a reputation. So that means stealing people's spots at the karaoke bar.
WHEN: November 27th, 2017 - Evening
WHERE: Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club - Genessia City
Leblanc is patient. Cunning. Dedicated.
She's also getting desperate. For a few weeks now she's been skulking around, poking at the barriers, rifling through the libraries (and upsetting the librarians with her flung books and mini-tantrums), even hijacking one of those cute little flying cars to see if she couldn't drive it through the barrier. Which, spoilers, she couldn't, and she left the scene limping and pouting.
As far as she could tell, she was abducted because her performance (masquerading as Yuna) was just way too good. So good, she was kidnapped and dropped into this awful world, left to fend for herself far away from her dearest love, until she put on another concert. Well, so be it! If they wanted an encore, she would give them one they wouldn't soon forget.
But she wasn't famous enough to warrant a full, explosive event on a big stage with thousands of fans screaming her name. So she had to do something about that.
Every week, she came into the karaoke club. Not to sing, but to stalk. She watched like a hawk, memorizing the faces and builds of the regulars, and upon finding one about her height with at least a decent enough face, Leblanc followed her home, marking the woman's location on her map. When the next Monday came around, Leblanc hung around outside, waiting to see the woman emerge, and made note of her clothing.
Then she sprinted to the mall and did a little shopping, and a lot of shoplifting. ...Look, those redbills were NOT going to last, and she needed every crimson penny if she was going to rebuild her reputation and power, so shopkeepers were just going to have to deal with a missing black t-shirt and artfully torn up jeans! Until she found a Mimic Dressphere (surely such marvels had to exist somewhere), she'd have to do this the old-fashioned way. Leblanc paid for the black spiky wig, though.
Leblanc swapped her ridiculously gaudy pink "outfit" for the shirt and jeans, but kept the wig safely stashed in a little lingerie bag at her side as she sipped her drink (water, because it's free), watched her target put in a request for a song, and made note of who went before her. A wicked little smile curled the corners of her rosebud lips. Soon.
When it was nearly the woman's turn, Leblanc stood up and approached her, laid a hand on her shoulder, and sympathetically tilted her head. "Oh love, you have the green four-door parked outside, don't you? I'm afraid one of those nasty little cops is trying to slip you a parking ticket!" The woman nearly choked on her drink, grabbed her purse, and rushed out the door. Ho ho ho~
Sauntering toward the bar, Leblanc took out her wig and secured it over her short, chunky blonde hair, fixed it in the mirror, and winked. Showtime~
"And now, here's weekly favorite Christine, bringing you--"
Leblanc tugged at the DJ's tie and whispered in his ear.
"--What? Uh...all right, let me just... OKAY! Here's Christine, performing 'These Dreams!'"
Only Christine's two friends weren't fooled by the disguise, but they were confused and a little drunk. They frowned, they squinted, but they didn't raise a fuss as Leblanc lifted the microphone and cradled it close, swaying with the soft music.
"Spare a little candle, save some light for me," she sang, her voice sweet and rich. "Figures up ahead, moving in the trees. White skin," she took a step to the left, then another, "in linen, perfume on my wrist. And the full moon that hangs over," her hand lifted in a graceful arc over her head, "these dreams in the mist."
They were watching her, and oh, it felt good. Even without the Songstress Dressphere and Yuna's garment grid, Leblanc still knew how to sing. She practiced often, whether she was soaking in the hot springs, or walking the rainy, empty street at night, or staring mournfully at an empty picture frame while trying to imagine Nooj's face within it.
Yes, she would sing, and they would adore her. Yes, she would make them love her even more than this little Christine twit!
The chorus kicked in and she bent dramatically over her microphone. "These dreams go on when I close my eyes! Every second of the night!" she stretched out her hand to the audience before pulling it back in a fist as if her heart pained her so. "I live another life! These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside." Leblanc half-hugged herself, spinning gracefully as she moved back toward the center of the stage. Every moment I'm awake! The further I'm away..."
"That crazy imposter bitch stole my spot!" a voice screamed shrilly from the back. And there stood little miss Christine, face red and blotchy, clumps of melting snow clinging to her hair.
Leblanc sighed dramatically. She really needed to invest in some back-up dancers to teach the riffraff around here some proper manners. However, as the stairway to fame did not include electrocuting bar patrons, it was time she made her escape. Seizing the wig, she tossed it into the crowd where surely some adoring fan would catch it. (No one did; they shrank back because what was that black furry thing she was chucking at them, wtf?)
"You'll remember this night, loves," she purred, touching her fingertips to her lips before blowing a kiss. "It'll be the first time you heard Leblanc sing before she ascended to stardom. So remember the name well!"
She ducked as Christine flung a glass at her head. My, how rude! Leblanc straightened, smirked, and dropped the mic before she dashed for the fire exit to her left.
Once outside she ducked into the alley, gasping for breath, heart pounding a mile a minute. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, snow collecting on her short fringe of dark lashes, and allowed herself a breathless chuckle. "Mmmmm, that did feel good!" She stretched her arms languidly above her head. "I feel alive again~ Just you wait, my darling. I'll be home before you know it." She shook her fingers through her hair, mincing down the alley with a renewed sense of confidence and passion.
Now...which apartment should she squat in tonight...?