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Post by Rachel Zwingli on Jan 30, 2015 21:40:54 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
It was another loud day, another crazy morning of wandering around the “City of Excess”–or so at least that’s what Rachel called it in the depths of her mind. Since the theater district wasn’t still done with setting up their permanent working + living quarters yet (and the entire troupe that had moved out to Nue was still bunked in one of the hotels around the city) she’d decided to wake up much earlier than them; meaning she had complete control over the shower at the time she’d woken up.
After spending about an hour inside aforementioned shower and getting ready, she then dressed down as simply as she could go: a simple pair of thick pants, two pairs of socks that were eventually slotted inside her best pair of boots, a shirt that was eventually covered by a thicker jacket; and a scarf. A few moments later she then realized that she was missing a few things, and quickly pocketed the requisite items, before slipping out the door as silently as she could manage.
Heh, they don’t call me the Unovan Prankster for nothing… she thought with a smirk on her face as she closed the hotel room door shut behind her; before making her way down and out of the hotel’s reception area and stopping for a few minutes at the nearby coffee shop, where she’d ordered her usual early-morning pick-me-up mix of hot chocolate with extra mint and a weird, moon-shaped piece of bread that had been slathered in nothing but butter. Content that she now had her early-morning breakfast with her, she then slipped her shades on before stepping out the side entrance of the hotel’s coffee shop, and then slipped into the crowd.
Because yes, even this early in the morning, the weird-ass street tiles were still lighting up and the phosphorescent after-glare was really getting to her. Bizarre tiles. Why are they lighting up each time you step on them? This place is so strange… she continued to herself as she finally spotted an unoccupied bench not too far away, before settling herself down in it and getting to her “breakfast of champions”.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Jan 30, 2015 22:45:18 GMT -5
Rachel had joined someone who was already sitting on said fence. Josh Dragomir, along with Lightning, the Pikachu who was sitting beside him, were having a little bit of early morning breakfast. Josh was a co-host of the Flash City Extravaganza, and with the contest starting sooner or later, he had to remain in Flash City in order to deal with preparations. Of course, the two hadn't been expecting a visitor to also come and sit beside them for a bit of early morning breakfast time.
Josh would look over at the woman for a fleeting moment curiously, as did Lightning. He would give her a small smile, before returning to his food, as did the Pikachu. They both needed their energy if they were going to get back to preparations for this contest, after all. Hosting duties were hard work, you couldn't just sit around and do nothing, aye?
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 1, 2015 5:39:27 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
Here she was, mulling over the piping-hot, butter-slathered piece of moon-shaped bread when she thought she saw a flurry of movement coming from beside her. Deciding to tune it out until she’d taken a preliminary bite of the piece of pastry in front of her, she then inhaled the scent of freshly-melted butter—and then noticed that there was, indeed, someone else sitting beside her on the bench.
She’d already taken several bites from the moon-shaped bread in her hands when she stole a few glances at her companion on the bench…and then noticed that he wasn’t alone; he was with a companion—and were her eyes deceiving her, or was the little yellow mouse actually eating something too?
What in the world… that’s certainly a strange thing… she mused as she then turned to face the blonde-haired guy openly. Sure, he and Blondie had the hair thing going; but comparing his hair to her companion’s hair, this guy right here certainly took more care of it as compared to the other; that preferred to keep it messy and just so. She then shook her head slightly before noticing that her companion also had roughly the same eye color as Blondie!
Maybe he’s already here in Nue? But the last time we talked, he was still in Driftveil, being Mr. Indecisive… she continued to herself as she then reached for her cup of hot chocolate and took a sip.
She then remembered some of her troupe mates blabbering about a Coordinator event that they’d seen on the television recently; and that the host was still most likely in the area—because after all, would a reasonable emcee abandon an event? Knowing that she didn’t have any time left to lose, she then crammed the rest of the moon-shaped bread into her mouth and chewed vigorously, before washing it down with some hot chocolate.
Once she was done, she then faced him and blurted out, “Hey, aren’t you that guy on TV? The one for the launching event or something?”
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 2, 2015 23:46:30 GMT -5
Josh's heavy metal breakfast was interrupted then, by Misses Babycakes Bench Jumper deciding to look over at them, peek at them, and then finally make an inquiry. Josh would swallow what food he had in his mouth, feeling it was best to be polite and not speak with his mouth full, preferring that over being pompous, arrogant and sounding like he didn't care about what she was saying.
“Hey, aren’t you that guy on TV? The one for the launching event or something?” Rachel had blurted out and Josh muled over this question. Had the Gala been on TV? He couldn't recall. All he remembered was all the set-up, all the prep, and all the shit he'd done in order to prepare for this upcoming contest. As a co-host, it was his duty to ensure it had gone smoothly, but if it had any cameras or television cameras within the Gala, that was Mr. Tatsuko's doing. Regardless, he would shrug, and smile politely over at her.
"Aye, I'm hosting the Flash City Extravaganza. Well... Co-hosting" He would respond. "You competing?"
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 6, 2015 8:05:49 GMT -5
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“My mates saw your mug on the screen. Called me over to look at the screen to see you in action. Hell, you resemble someone that I’m particularly close to,” she began, taking a sip from the hot chocolate that was on her other side. Once the cup was down, she then took a good, long, hard look at him; as if trying to evaluate his general appearance and all that. “Let me see…” she muttered, before quickly raising her hands in a framing gesture—as if trying to see him from the other side of a camera.
After a few moments of muttered rambling in the Kalosian dialect that her mother had taught her to speak and understand from a young age, she then stood up and continued to do the framing thing again, only this time moving around a lot more slowly.
After a few minutes of this, she then turned to face him again, “Let me guess, you were nervous while you were hosting the opening ceremonies for the event, right?” before folding her arms across her chest. She had brought herself up to her full height, which was pretty tall for females (as she was five foot eight and not a single hair out of place) her age; and then continued to analyze him with a knowing eye.
“You need more… ‘oomph’ in your hosting skills. You got the looks, that much I can say, but everything else still needs working on,” she began, before remembering that she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Rachel. Rachel Zwingli, Unovan theater performer; starred in several Broadway-esque adaptations in the world of theater,” she continued, finally extending her hand for him to shake. Would he take it or not? Who knew?
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 6, 2015 11:03:56 GMT -5
"Oh really now?" The blonde would respond with an amused smirk crossing his lips. Of course the blasted thing was televised without him knowing 100%, but that was his error for his checking with Tatsuko first. Of course, the old man would probably have told him otherwise just so that he didn't get cold feet from being on TV. Perhaps that was for the best. Of course, it would have been nice if the old codger had; had the decency to tell him AFTERWORD that it was televised. Irritations aside, this woman was an interesting little enigma. Where did she say she was from? Unovian Broadway or something? Was she one of those weird singer people that danced around to hokey ass music and sang about how glee-ful she was? He didn't karking know.
Of course, Miss Footloose would start examining him. And making weird-arsed poses with her fingers, as if testing him for an audition to the weaboo club or something. He blinked, raised an eyebrow. Lightning had a subtle temptation, a tit, a tat, a little tract of wish, to zap miss broadway right in the kisser and send her packing. But of course, his Trainer probably wouldn't like that.... Or would he? But for now, the electric mouse didn't do anything, just watched this bizarre display with slight interest.
She mentioned his nerves, and the blonde would shrug. "Well, it was my first time doing something like that. Of course I would be nervous" He remarked. And then the criticisms started. Oh great, here we go. Now she was sounding like one of those boobtube reviewers, criticizing every little thing. Yes, Josh knew the actual term was "PokeVision" but he didn't really watch much of it. He remembered meeting one once, actually... What was her name? Oh right, Beata. Who then made her name have meaning by chasing a guy down (After Josh's Pichu had nailed him with thunder wave) and beating the living shit out of him for stealing her bag.
He smirked faintly at mention to his looks. "Are you flirting with me?" He would joke cheekily with a grin. "But yeah, I hear you. My name's Dragomir. Josh Dragomir" He would respond. "And this is my partner, Lightning" He would add, motioning to the bandana wearing Pikachu who didn't know if he should scare her off or not before she started to examine and critique HIM next.
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 7, 2015 7:11:35 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
She could only crack a smirk at his initial reaction after she’d surveyed him, and then stuck her tongue out in his direction. “Nope, that was just you assuming something completely different…” she began, before feeling some kind of annoyed little twitch coming from somewhere. Initially, she looked around, trying to pin down the source of where it was coming from—it definitely wasn’t coming from the human; it wasn’t until several moments later she caught sight of a little yellow mouse-like creature with him. “Heh, I guess your Pokémon’s not too amused with me just saying all of that. But I had to. Otherwise your first appearance on live television wouldn’t have been that memorable,” she said by way of explanation—she could only guess what else the little lightning mouse was thinking of, but most certainly there was no way in the ten hells she was going to get zapped without warning.
After that little preliminary assessment, she then nodded as he finally gave his name; and caught something—was that mouse wearing a scarf? Well, given the weird weather that the region was known for, it was perfectly reasonable since it was still winter and all that. “So, right. The contest you’re hosting. First thing you have to work on is the outfit. I remember what you were wearing. If you’re going for attention, like the moment one sees you on-screen, you want to give the impression that you know what you’re doing. It’s the same with acting on-stage… people have this ‘charisma’ that makes ‘em want to watch over and over. I know, you might be thinking that I’ a weirdo for suddenly giving you a surprise assessment and critique, but that’s just how it is. People in the spotlight should…walk the talk, as they say,” she said, explaining the reason why she’d parked here.
She then reached for her hot chocolate and took another sip, before placing it down and then turning to face him once again, “Are you looking into getting into hosting, or on television at the very least?” she inquired; hoping that she wasn’t assuming everything about him all wrong.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 8, 2015 21:29:17 GMT -5
"I wouldn't call that an assumption" The young man would tease right back to Rachel's initial response, sticking his tongue right back at her. He seemed to be in a chipper mood at the very least; contrary to the situation. To be quite honest, the blonde was exhausted. Days upon days of preparing for this damn thing, this blasted contest. And he couldn't leave the fucking city! Wassap wit dat? Buuut of course, Josh knew it was very unlikely that Rachel would just flirt with random strangers like the way she could have. Well, he hoped so anyway. He supposed there was a difference between outright outrageous and outgoing come-ons, and his casual jests. Alas, a few jokes, a bit of fun; never hurt anybody, right?
Josh would look at Lightning when Rachel pointed it out. The Pikachu wasn't hiding the annoyed look on his face. "Nah, I wouldn't expect him to be happy. You interrupted breakfast" He would crack. "That, and he probably thinks you're some kind of stranger trying to cause trouble. We get a lot of those. That, or you're just acting strangely and he's considering zapping you" He would crack again with a cheeky grin. "And... Regardless of what you say, dear, my first appearance on live TV already happened, it wouldn't make it more or less memorable. Don't you mean my NEXT one?" He would correct with a small smile.
Annnnnd then Sparklepants got into wardrobe he should be wearing for the contest. His outfit was picked out. He'd bought the damn suit already. "... Miss, I already bought the suit I'm wearing to the contest. I think that'll do me just fine" He would respond with a small smirk. "As for your other question... Hosting, probably not anytime soon. Other ventures... I've been considering, but opportunities have been, well, nowhere, obviously"
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 9, 2015 6:03:01 GMT -5
starting over again and
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“I thought you should know, that if you’re the host of any event… you’re stuck until the entire thing’s over. I’ve seen this happen in Unova a lot of times. The emcees by the end of all the Coordinator events I’ve seen on TV were absolutely wrecked by the time the winners were announced. Do they even know how to sleep,” she added with a chuckle—because half the time, if not most of the time all of those who volunteered for emceeing duties literally didn’t know what the hell they were getting themselves into.
“In any case… I can tell if people have potential or no. Call it a ‘keen eye’, or something like that… but I’ve seen everything in terms of fame and fortune,” she continued, resuming her seat once again and taking another sip from her hot chocolate spiked with a squeeze of mint.
“The moment you took up that microphone and hosted that event, you just… well, pretty much announced yourself to all the talent agencies that are around here in the City of Excess,” she began after letting a few moments of silence slip between them; waving a hand around, indicating the general hubbub and level of activity.
“Stars are made and broken here, be they on commercial appearances, hosting stints or extra’s roles in sitcoms,” she continued; and here at this point there was a serious glint in her eyes. “Agencies in this part of the world, apparently, don’t rely on walk-in talents anymore… they keep an eye out on what they see on the television,” she emphasized with this dark gleam flickering in her amber-colored orbs.
“Imagine my own horror when I found out, on our troupe’s behalf that people don’t know jack shit about theater acting in this part of the world… that’s why we’re out here in order to get a thing going with stage plays,” she muttered, folding her arms across her chest. “So basically I’m a famous star in an unknown land… we’re pretty much on the same page here,” she ended with a sigh.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 9, 2015 14:48:26 GMT -5
"Oh, figured that out already. I've been here quite awhile now. With the contest finally starting, at least it'll only be a few more days before I can go home" He said with a laugh. "I haven't slept a whole lot. And neither has Lightning here, he's been helping out as best he can. We'll both be thankful for the rest once this is over" He would add with a small smile. Josh, unfortunately, had no idea what he had been getting into. He thought he was just helping out, and would be able to meet new people and see new experiences by doing so. Unfortunately, he didn't realize just how long he'd be here. He honestly despised the notion of being tied down for work for so long. He wanted to explore, to travel. But nooo, he was stuck here prepping for this blasted Contest.
“In any case… I can tell if people have potential or no. Call it a ‘keen eye’, or something like that… but I’ve seen everything in terms of fame and fortune,” she continued, resuming her seat once again and taking another sip from her hot cocoa, as the blonde would nod in response. "Right, right.... And you just picked the guy off the street who happened to be sitting on the bench beside you" He teased with a small smile. “The moment you took up that microphone and hosted that event, you just… well, pretty much announced yourself to all the talent agencies that are around here in the City of Excess,” Rachel would continue, and Josh would listen, tilting his head. Say whaaaaaat? "I... Seriously just stood there in front of the old guy for five minutes, said a few things, then I was done" He said, blinking. "Nothing to be noticed by any sort of talent agencies" He would add, casually shrugging. "I'm a Trainer who just happened to co-host a Contest, I don't think that's really going to grab any attention"
He would listen to her explanation a bit, and laugh. Something about him doubted they were on the... Same page. She had experience. He did not. "Right..." He said. "Well, as for what I was hoping to do... Mr. Tatsuko mentioned after the presentation that I should try my hand in acting. Of course, I don't know where the hell I'd even work on that" He responded with a laugh.
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 11, 2015 4:46:43 GMT -5
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“See? Even the ol’ man thinks you should try out other avenues,” Rachel continued with an encouraging look on her face. “Of course… start small first. Get your name and face out there known to the public, then that’ll make them start looking for you. Everyone has to start somewhere, at least,” she added with a sheepish look on her face. “I started from rock bottom… everyone does. There are some priss heads though, that start from the top but in the end flop over and fade into obscurity…” before stopping for a few moments to take another sip of her drink—and saw that it was very nearly empty.
Ah, merde. Out of warm chocolate… also out of bread… man… she mused to herself as she then quickly crumpled up the paper towel that held the moon-shaped piece of bread she’d demolished earlier (while Josh was speaking) and tossed it into the empty cup, before aiming and chucking the thing at a trash bin.
At that point in time, she heard her own stomach grumble; and shiftily looked around, hoping that nobody else had heard. “Well, crap,” she began again after a few moments of awkward silence had passed, “…that wasn’t enough breakfast…” she trailed off, crossing her arms and willing her stomach to stop grumbling while she was talking to someone!
It took considerable effort, and as she turned around to face him again, she then wondered out loud, “Well, if you want to see how we do it… why don’t you come over to the Theater District once they’re done throwing everything together and watch a play? Of course, that means you’d have to choose a sidekick to stay with you even on-screen. Make him…or her… a star,” she ended, already visualizing the entire thing in her mind’s eye. It would take a whole load of elbow grease to get to the top, but from the looks of things this guy was serious on learning.
“You… you do know about the Virbank Studios over in Unova, right?” she asked him a few more moments later, after letting the silence pass between them.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 12, 2015 11:19:10 GMT -5
The blonde would give a cheeky smirk and an eye role to her response. "Yeah, the old man kind of caught me by surprise, but I wasn't entirely sure about taking his word. I mean, I'm a Trainer, who looks like he walked through six volcanoes and a bad survival game show. I didn't think I was TV material" He would remark with a laugh. While Josh's confidence in his abilities as a Trainer was decent... His confidence as a movie star, or a tv presence? Naahh... No, nothing there, really, obviously. Nope. Nada. None. What's confidence? Psshaw, never heard of it. Regardless, she didn't seem phased by that, and would go on about starting from the bottom... Well, most of the time anyway. There were piss-heads of course, that started from the top, but they usually faded into obscurity when the fame got to their heads. Y'know, like Austin Tieber (The worst moose Pokemon Trainer in the world) or Bailey Kyrus (The butt of all the jokes). Josh knew that if he tried to traverse into this dangerous world, he would be starting from rock bottom...
But rock bottom was where he started as a Pokemon Trainer too. Twice. He laughed a bit when her stomach audibly growled. "Well, since mine wasn't that filling either, we could head to a cafe or something if you wanted. My Pokemon are probably hungry too, so I'll be spending some money there to feed them as well" He said with a smirk. "You can meet my team as well. And you can soothe that monster of a stomach of yours" He would tease cheekily. "And yes, I'll go see a play later" He would add. When asked about the place in Unova, he would shake his head. "Only been there once. Wasn't there long" He would respond.
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 14, 2015 9:51:09 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
“I hate it when my stomach announces its intentions before I can… oh, I know,” she began, suddenly smacking one of her fists into her open palm, because she’d gotten such a great idea at that point in time—she then turned to Josh before remarking with this mysterious grin on her face. “Are you ready for an adventure?” she continued; hoping that he was game for walking some distance—because normally she’d just go to a café and just order food there; but this was something that she deemed merited a different kind of ‘adventure’. “If you know where to look, I can take you to a place where you can enjoy really good breakfast for dirt-cheap,” she continued with a grin; before standing up from the bench and shaking her head from side to side.
“Hope you can keep up with me! Come on! We have to hurry before all the good food’s taken!” she called over her shoulder as she then began to cut through the early-morning rush; neatly zipping through the people that were headed in the opposite direction. She walked past harried-looking young girls who were literally panicking as they attempted to smear on their make-up before headed to whatever agency they were going to try their luck in; zipping past businessmen who were yammering into their phones; as well as talent scouts who were on the lookout for fresh, raw talent that was bustling through the streets—she could tell that they were scouts because most of, if not all of those that she’d seen so far were always wearing a certain pair of shades that never seemed to go out of style.
“Come on! Let’s get going!” she shouted, continued to look over her shoulder; hoping that her companion was able to keep up with her crazy-fast pace!
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 14, 2015 19:01:51 GMT -5
"Hahaha, no worries" Josh said as she complained about her stomach. "I travel a lot, I get really hungry too. My stomach growling is nothing new to me, I won't judge you for it" He would crack. Of course, then she started raving on about... An adventure? The blonde would blink. "Uh... What?" He would inquire, what in the world was she talking about? Finally, she would explain, this "Adventure" was somewhere she wanted to go in order to go out to eat. "Alright, I don't see why not. Could use something to wake me up and develop an appetite" He said with a laugh, seeing as he and Lightning's poor excuse for a breakfast was done and finished.
And with that, Rachel would take off. Did they really have to run? Josh knew he would just crash into people if they did...
If Rachel were to look back, she would find Josh was gone. But not for long, as something would soar overhead, and people would begin looking up. It was a large Charizard! Fawkes had been let out and flew overhead, with Josh and Lightning on his back looking for Rachel. Once they pinpointed her, Josh would cheekily wave down at her, following her movements.
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Feb 15, 2015 1:34:08 GMT -5
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►►picking up all of the pieces
She thought he was following her on the ground; but the sudden murmurs and shocked whispers made her look up—the hell was he riding?! “You cheat!” she shouted up at the hovering shadow; having spotted a familiar-looking small yellow creature wearing a blue bandana astride the thing. “Don’t blame me if you overshoot where we’re supposed to go!” she added, before squaring her shoulder and finally picking up the pace once more; cutting through the crowd left and right—who were now too awed to get out of the way because they were staring up at the thing that was following her. And besides, if I tried to ride Sky above this crowd, I’d definitely miss our stop… she mused to herself as she wound her way through the bustling crowd of people very nearly bumping into several individuals by accident.
After several more minutes of weaving through the crowd, she’d finally arrived at the alley where all manner of delicious odors were wafting up from; it was no joke—the smells were more than enough to make one hungry. It was a small, long alley way crammed with nothing but food stalls—a rare sight in the City of Excess; as the place had mostly restaurants with really…borderline exorbitant price tags. “Hey, high flier! Get down here! We’ve arrived!” she shouted upwards; hoping that her companion got the hint and soared down before joining her where she stood—it was literally heaven for those on a budget.
“The smells are definitely making me hungry,” she muttered to herself as she then checked her pockets—finally pulling out her wallet and cracking it open for a peek. “Excellent,” she continued to herself as a devious grin lit up on her face. “What’re you waitin’ for? Let’s get buyin’!” she called over to her companion.
