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CMV: Paparazzi should be erased as a phenomena, with heavy mechanisms to deter anyone from choosing this path.
2024.05.07 18:53 AmoraSenpai CMV: Paparazzi should be erased as a phenomena, with heavy mechanisms to deter anyone from choosing this path.
Disclaimer: I support the noble profession of journalists, but I don't consider the paparazzi to be worthy of being considered on the same level.
The paparazzi profession stands on a foundation of unethical and intrusive practices that undermine individual rights and inflict significant harm. Their reliance on tactics such as breaking into private properties, stalking individuals for extended periods, and resorting to blackmailing tactics not only violate privacy but also inflict severe emotional and psychological trauma on their subjects. The pervasive nature of their misconduct perpetuates a culture of invasion and exploitation, making it clear that the paparazzi profession is fundamentally incompatible with ethical standards and the protection of individual dignity.
In response to the pervasive issue of paparazzi intrusion and privacy violations, my comprehensive approach is proposed to address and potentially dismantle this problematic profession completely.
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The paparazzi profession stands on a foundation of unethical and intrusive practices that undermine individual rights and inflict significant harm. Their reliance on tactics such as breaking into private properties, stalking individuals for extended periods, and resorting to blackmailing tactics not only violate privacy but also inflict severe emotional and psychological trauma on their subjects. The pervasive nature of their misconduct perpetuates a culture of invasion and exploitation, making it clear that the paparazzi profession is fundamentally incompatible with ethical standards and the protection of individual dignity.
In response to the pervasive issue of paparazzi intrusion and privacy violations, my comprehensive approach is proposed to address and potentially dismantle this problematic profession completely.
- Stripping paparazzi of most rights upon entering private residences without consent of the owner, ensuring repercussions for invasive behavior. They would be considered on a similar level to burglars.
- Enforcing punitive measures such as community service and educational programs to raise awareness about the harms of stalking and invasion of privacy (akin to HR films + instructions).
- Imposing severe financial penalties and debt obligations to deter paparazzi misconduct and compensate victims. Monthly payments that start off incredibly high but, can go down in case of compliance.
- Offering leniency in punishment for paparazzi who cooperate with educational programs and demonstrate compliance with regulations. Leniency would result in severe reduction of the monthly payments that the offender must provide.
- Implementing a lifetime ban on the purchase, possession, or sale of professional photography equipment, with exceptions in controlled environments. Their cellphones must have low quality cameras or lack cameras altogether.
- Establishing designated "green zones" for photography activities under strict supervision and allowing for the hiring of external photographers for personal projects within defined boundaries. This is to ensure they can still earn money by applying their skills, such as in photo studios or otherwise.
2024.04.30 01:31 SupermarketTypical67 Anyone have any 150cc+ bikes for sale? The Honda dealership doesn't have what I want in stock but I'm trying to start racing
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2024.04.22 00:53 Strict-Sandwich4647 Bought a motorcycle and concerned if it’s stolen
Hello,I have recently bought a 150Cc moped from an old acquaintance who I haven’t seen in a few years,and he gave me a bill of sale from when he bought it from the store instead of an title,when asking for the title he claims that it doesn’t have one since it was never registered,this is the first bike I’ve bought and just want to know what to do and if this makes any sense.He claims to register it I need to bring the bill of sale to the DMV.
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2024.04.21 20:38 talldutchi [F4M] World Famous female soccer star gets supposedly engaged to a decorated soldier from her hometown.
My name is Sophie. I have been roleplaying for a little over two years and am looking for a long-term, detailed partner who is literate in English. If you are interested in the plot below, hit me up.
I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
2024.04.19 14:19 User564368 What would Hilaria’s reality TV show be called?
Okay, check this out… 🙃
Imagine PeePaw goes to jail (🤞). Hilz leaves him. She gets sole custody of all 7 baldwintos because baby daddy is locked up. Let’s say she keeps the Devonshire sky dungeon in the divorce settlement. Maybe she gets to keep one nanny on the payroll but she’s broke so has to start working.
Brands won’t work with her anymore for paid sponsorships. Publishers won’t accept book proposals after abysmal Living Clearly sales. She doesn’t actually have a yoga license to teach. Media outlets won’t buy staged paparazzi photos from her. She is 40 years old with no job experience or skills.
She pitches a TV show to a major network and executives love the idea. They start developing the show right away.
What would Hilaria’s reality tv show be called?
I’ll start: La Vida Loca, La Española, Hilz of Mallorca
Happy Friday, Pepinos! 🥒🫶
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Imagine PeePaw goes to jail (🤞). Hilz leaves him. She gets sole custody of all 7 baldwintos because baby daddy is locked up. Let’s say she keeps the Devonshire sky dungeon in the divorce settlement. Maybe she gets to keep one nanny on the payroll but she’s broke so has to start working.
Brands won’t work with her anymore for paid sponsorships. Publishers won’t accept book proposals after abysmal Living Clearly sales. She doesn’t actually have a yoga license to teach. Media outlets won’t buy staged paparazzi photos from her. She is 40 years old with no job experience or skills.
She pitches a TV show to a major network and executives love the idea. They start developing the show right away.
What would Hilaria’s reality tv show be called?
I’ll start: La Vida Loca, La Española, Hilz of Mallorca
Happy Friday, Pepinos! 🥒🫶
2024.04.15 01:57 SupremeSnek JoJo's Bizarre OC Tournament #7: R2M13 - Gioia Arancini and Charvet Champagne vs ???
The results are in for Match 11. The winner is…
Blake sighed as ｢Atomic Dog｣ shot the crossbow limb once more, ducking from his sightline to repair and reload. This battle of attrition had been going on for long enough, the air filled with hay and floors full of holes and decay. This wasn’t looking like it was going to end soon, not unless he figured out something.
Deacon similarly knew he had to end things soon, as he took cover inside one of the pens. The blacksmith sticking to the top of the map has been somewhat troublesome, as was that knife, but that didn’t matter—the hay was doing its job, and soon enough he would be able to finish this ballad. But then why did something feel missing? It felt like he was on the cusp of understanding something greater…could it be that he had even greater potential?
This train of thought was stopped by that dagger flying down between him and the pen’s occupant. Quickly, Deacon boosted himself out of the pen in order to relocate, but it seemed his opponent was one step ahead: a second dagger, the real one, flew right in front of him, the form of Blake appearing as he spun, shield swung straight towards the musician.
The effects of his Stand still slowed down that swing, but for a moment everything came to a crawl as Deacon saw into the shield’s metal frame: a dulled reflection replaced by a vision that enthralled him. This had to be it—this had to be what his potential could be like! It was reaching out to him, a desperate message to turn the tide of this battle! The figures were too blurry to truly see, the vision backdropped by a blackened sun, but he could make it out (had to make it out) if only he were to get closer, to reach out to it and—
The moment stopped, as did both Stand Users, as a thud came from the entrance to the stable, as a festival worker stared right at the aftermath of their chaotic brawl.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”
Much later, after the two had fixed up everything that had been broken in the fight (“THE HAMMER LIKES COWS.”), they both found themselves sat on a bench in the middle of the festivities.
“…So.” Deacon began. “That person being kidnapped was…your customer?”
“Yes.”
“And you followed him to return his wallet, and found it happening?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t involved in it.” Technically untrue, but Sulka probably wouldn’t like Blake pointing back to him.*
“I see…” Deacon nodded, pondering to himself. “So you sell Stands?”
That caught Blake’s attention. “Yes—why, do you have a customer in mind?”
“A few,” Deacon replied. He could probably get help in investigating if this blacksmith really was uninvolved, but that wasn’t what was interesting him. He looked down at his trumpet, his reflection staring back.
What truly was his potential?
Scenario: Cafe, Reshmerasta — PM?
“...This is everything I could find.”
Honeydew Blue dumped a pile of various materials onto the cafe table: stacks of papers, medications, and even a tape recorder. Gioia had called in a meeting between two close allies in her search for information against Xenagoras, gathering within one of their many hideaways. She had requested the particular services of Honeydew Blue and Disco D. Lune–Honeydew was a self-taught infiltrator, and given that her architecture career involved so much funding, Disco was basically Evergreen’s financial wizard.
Disco immediately grabbed the papers and riffled through them, scanning them all quickly and efficiently. “This is evidence of securities fraud.” She said in a blunt tone. Gioia gave her an expectant look, waiting for her to elaborate- but she just never did. She just kept scanning. Gioia could make educated guesses as to what she meant, at least. Xenagoras seemed willing to do things he found distasteful if it served some larger goal; she wouldn’t doubt that he messed around with his stocks after talking with his buddies in Metropolis.
Disco looked at Honeydew, a curious expression on her face. “Where did you find this? Insider trading is hard to prove- the human mind is prone to uncertainty without “absolute evidence”, so this could put certain individuals in very high spirits.”
“Under his bed.” Honeydew straightforwardly stated. She pointed at a pile of medication in colorful packaging. “He takes all this stuff so he doesn’t go bald. He puts this on his face for acne, and this…” She picks up a green tube lipstick. “Is what he wore for his third anniversary. The acne cream tastes bad. The lipstick’s okay.”
Gioia raised an eyebrow at her, chuckling under her breath. She forgot how often it was she surrounded herself with complete oddballs. “I’ll be sure to note the flavour of his face when I’m after him. Where’d you find the tape recorder?”
Honeydew grabbed it. “I didn’t find it. It’s mine. I had been in his house for two days trying to record him saying secrets with his husband or boyfriend or whatever to take back home, but all I could get were business calls.” She was pretty clearly irritated at the outcome, the aggressive expression on her face frighteningly out of place with how used Gioia was to her usual “creepily serene”. She clicked the play button as the distinctive crackle of the physical media began to etch itself out of the speaker.
It was very obviously Sing Now’s voice on the other end of the line. They dithered about vague financial workings and the events in each other’s lives- small talk about Ichi, about Verve. Every once in a while, though? There was something that could be legally considered evidence. Proof that both Xenagoras and Sing Now! were connected to the Suite’s illegal backdoor dealings.
Gioia’s eyes went wide. “That’s fantastic!” Honeydew attempted to reply with a curt “No it isn’t. I wanted him-” before Gioia cut her off. “Keep that somewhere safe. Once we’ve struck a killing blow against the Suite, others can use that to make sure they stay in the ground.” She hopped out of her seat, revved up by the revelation.
“This is more than enough to prove his guilt. I’m heading out to speak with him personally. Get whatever you want from the cafe. It’s on me.”
“Before you go…” Disco said, stopping her in her tracks. “In a few minutes I’m going to send you some files. It’s the architectural info for some of his and his boyfriend’s primary meeting spots; houses, parks, and the man’s tea field. If your investigation doesn’t turn up anything, Honeydew can keep poking around to find anything else that can be used against them.”
Gioia nodded. “Good work, you two. I’ll keep you updated.”
Scenario: Urban Hymns Tea Estate, Sapatibhatt
Of all the endless indignities Charvet Champagne had suffered, this had to be one of the worst. The more he realized the true nature of this ‘vacation’, the more he tried to evade the endless meetings, events, and surprise paparazzi ambushes, the bolder they became.
Perhaps [Her] presence emboldened the hungry jackals in his management team, his social media team, his camera crew. This was the city of [Gossip] after all. No matter where he ran, prying eyes would always follow him.
Still, he refused to surrender. Running through the bush seemed like the only way to dodge the paparazzi, but now—with his beautiful outfit torn and crumpled, leaves scattered in his hair, and makeup smeared across his face—Charvet was beginning to have some regrets. It was not fun running through the dirt in heels.
However, after god knew how long, Charvet ended up at the top of a hill, looking down at curving lines of bright green tea plants. Though, at the bottom of the hill, something else caught his eye. A strange, shining silo stood out amongst the leaves. Curious, Charvet took a step forwards…before his heels snagged on the group. Tripping, Charvet fell right into the nearest shrub, before bouncing off onto the next, tumbling down the hill row by row.
For a moment, he resigned himself to dying in the most embarrassing way possible, before one of the bushes seemed to catch his fall. As the leaves lowered him to the ground, he could hear footsteps approaching. Through his blurry vision, he spotted a bearded man leaning over him, brow creased with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked, extending a hand to Charvet. Slowly, the fashionista extended his own hand in return, letting himself be picked off of the ground.
“...I’m fine,” Charvet squinted, wondering if this was somehow contrived in order to humiliate him—maybe by his managers, maybe by God. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Oh, I’m just a tea farmer! My name’s Vasant,” he laughed. Charvet rolled his eyes at this man’s false concern, clearly just trying to get his guard down. He was about to make some snide remark, and excuse himself, when- “My cottage is close by. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like! I was going to make fish curry tonight–I got some fresh vegetables at the bazaar, I have dessert too! There’s hot water, and if you want, I could even stitch your clothes up.”
Charvet tensed a moment, looking around for cameras, before glancing back at Vasant.
The sheepish man had paused, backing up a step. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to impose! I just want to make sure you’re alright. But if you’re uncomfortable, let me just drive you back into town—or I could arrange a ride, whatever you prefer.”
Charvet paused for a moment, balking at the desperate sincerity that oozed from this man. Was it just because he thought Charvet would sue? But then why back off when he seemed uncomfortable, instead of pressing him? Charvet was used to the pressing, the poking, the prodding–he expected it. But this?
“...” At that moment, Charvet made a decision. “…How nice is your soap? I had better not see any of that two-in-one bullshit.”
Vasant laughed at that, clapping Charvet gently on the back.
“I wouldn’t dream of it! I love shopping for all that stuff…it’s what makes the grind worthwhile,” he sighs, before grinning back at Charvet. “That, and getting to share it.”
…
An hour later, Charvet emerged from his bath, only to find his clothes sewn up and placed outside his door. The air swirled with rich, warm spices, and Charvet found his mouth already watering. Surely he shouldn’t stay–he didn’t know this man, and this comfort food would surely ruin his diet…but to hell with his diet!
As he entered the kitchen, he couldn’t help but glance around the space. It was comforting in every sense of the word, its wooden walls decorated with little trinkets, crafts, and domestic comforts. Charvet couldn’t help but slowly sink into one of the chairs, watching quietly as Vasant stirred a bubbling pot. A moment passed, the man caught up in his cooking, before Charvet cleared his throat. Vasant swerved around, “Oh, you’re back! How was the bath? I hope the clothes are to your liking!”
“...The bath was nice,” Charvet responded, his voice briefly stripped of its regular cattiness. “The clothes are nice too.” A pause. “Thank you.”
Vasant beamed at that, eyes aglow with sheer delight. “Wonderful, wonderful! Well, I’ve just gotten started on dinner–you’re free to leave at any time, but you’re more than welcome to stay!”
Charvet stalled a moment, tapping his fingers on the tablecloth. “...I’m not going to sue you, for the fall.”
Vasant blinked. “Oh, were you… going to before?”
“Is that not why you’re doing this?”
“What?” Vasant responded, “No, no, you got hurt, and I was there! What else was I going to do, just leave you? Besides, this house gets lonely when my…partner gets home late. I’m happy to do this, really!”
“Your partner…? So you weren’t trying to get with me? That was going to be my next guess,” Charvet replied.
Vasant froze for a moment, before laughing yet again. “You’re a funny one,” he smiled, before picking up an antique tin kettle, and pouring a cup of steaming tea into the cup he set beside Charvet.
“Now, if it’s alright, can I get your name? It’d be a bit strange to just call you…well, ‘you’.”
Charvet hesitated a moment, watching the tea bleed into the water. “...You really don’t recognize me?”
“Should I?”
“No,” Charvet sighed, before giving the man a grim smile. “It’s best if you don’t.”
Vasant smiled back, similarly grim, a look of recognition. “This cottage is good for that, you know. It doesn’t matter who you are, here. All the business, all the money, all the gossip…none of it matters. It’s a place where you get to leave it all behind,” he sighed, before taking a long sip of his own tea. “It’s a place to become someone else.”
“Someone else? You seem to have quite a nice life,” Charvet commented.
“I do,” Vasant nodded, face flushing. “This place is my dream…especially when I get to share that dream with others. It wasn’t always like this. When you’re making ends meet, when you’re trying to keep your family afloat…you don’t get the luxury of ‘nice’. I wasn’t allowed to be soft, back then…but now, I want that softness more than anything. You get it, right?”
“Of course” Charvet whispered, feeling all those years of expectations dissolve like the sugar in his tea. Taking a sip, he let himself enjoy the moment, knowing in his heart it wouldn’t last.
…
An hour softly passed, as the two sat around the table, eating curry and trading stories. Charvet wasted no time prying into who ‘Xenny’ was, and he soon began trading stories about Red Barchetta. It seemed they both had a thing for gingers–go figure.
Vasant would occasionally get distracted–glancing at his phone or looking to the door–but he remained a generous host throughout. The man was obviously delighted to have a guest, and Charvet found himself rather charmed by his earnestness. Vasant insisted that his partner would offer a ride once he arrived, even if this ‘Xenny’ was quite late.
Eventually, there was a flash of light out the window, headlights rolling down the driveway. Vasant stood immediately, eyes shining, love curling off of him like gouts of steam. Charvet leaned forwards, curious to see who the lucky guy was.
That was when the door slammed open. The man who stood there was thin and wiry, with an eyepatch over one eye, and the other wild with adrenaline. A gash had been opened on his arm, still bleeding.
“Vasant, I-” and then he stopped, gaze locking onto Charvet. For a moment he was still, frozen with panic, before it all twisted into rage. “Who is—you know what? It doesn’t matter. I don’t care which little clubhouse you belong to, you should not be here.”
Charvet stood up, hand out in a pacifying gesture, preparing to use his signature Champagne Charm—
When Xenagoras whipped out a gun. The weapon was a stark, cold white, its barrel aimed directly at his forehead. “If I see so much as a flicker of an aura, I will kill you where you stand. Are we clear?”
Charvet swallowed hard, feeling a tremble in his hands. “Don’t be uncouth, there’s- no need to- resort to violence.”
This was enough to break Vasant out of his shock, as he moved to clasp Xen’s shoulder. The man flinched, almost moving the gun on reflex, before holding fast. “Xen, I just found him in the tea fields- I don’t even know if he’s a Stand user-”
”Of course he’s a Stand user, Vasant. Don’t be dense.” Vasant shrunk for a moment, before Xenagoras sighed and continued. “Look, Vas…I know that you’re a kind person, but that’s what these people are trying to take advantage of,” he spat, glaring at Charvet.
“I… am afraid I don’t know what you’re talking a-”
”Bullshit. Here you are in my house, talking to my boyfriend, right after- did that woman set you up to this? Trying to get at me through him? I should- I should kill you-”
”Xen, please!” Vasant pleaded, catching a glimpse of the confusion and fear in Charvet’s eyes.
“...” Xenagoras paused a moment, before stepping away from the open door, motioning to Charvet with a sharp tilt of his head. “Get off my property. Now.”
Slowly, Charvet began to inch towards the gun, giving Xenagoras a glare. “Fine, fine. I’m more than happy to leave this kitschy dump,” he sneered, before his gaze caught Vasant’s…revealing just a flash of genuine betrayal. “Ugh, imagine if the paparazzi found me here…I wouldn’t be caught dead in this ugly, grimy, rats’ nest.”
Then just like that, he strode out, slamming the door loud enough that no one could hear the shudder in his breath. Then, glaring at that white silo towering above him, Charvet started walking, unsure when he’d get another chance to stop.
As Charvet trudged down the path away from the abode, he ran into not the paparazzi, but instead another celebrity.
There was a twinkle of recognition in his eye as the star rushed by him, but instead of continuing along her path, she turned—nearly skidding to a halt—and pointed at him. “You,” she snapped a few times, trying to jog her memory as her mind was already racing. “You were in Monaco last year, weren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m everywhere, darling,” Charvet purred in his usual conversational tone. “You’re going to have to be more speci—!?”
Gioia had marched up to him, taking him by both shoulders and leaning close, as if worried someone may overhear them in this vast tea field. “Aniketos’s retirement is a cakewalk compared to what’s going on here; cloaked daggers driven into the backs of way more than just catty models.”
His shoulders released, Charvet stumbled back, about to protest at the epithet, but Gioia continued. Xenagoras had escaped her once, but his escape had led her here. “I’m gonna confront them, I just need you to stand watch from a few meters out.”
Gioia’s tone was deathly serious, preparing for more than mere words. Charvet, himself had gone silent: he had had a gun shoved into his face, perhaps this was a way to return the favor. He swallowed his pride and tasted bitter spite on his tongue. “Alright, I’ll do what I can.”
The teacup rattled gently as Vasant set it on the table, though maybe that was the tremor in his hands. He had just finished cleaning and bandaging Xen’s wound, though a tense silence had endured throughout. Finally, Xenagoras broke it, staring at his steeping tea. “I’m only harsh because I worry, Vas. What if he had hurt you?”
Vasant’s brows furrowed, as he pulled up a chair next to his boyfriend. He could feel his heart hammering in his ribs, and struggled to keep his breathing steady.
“He...didn’t hurt me, Xenagoras. I’m alright. But, you were- who did this-”
“All these little Stand user enclaves, they keep causing trouble,” he muttered to himself. “And none of them understand why I’m doing this. They don’t understand- I’m trying to help them.”
“Of course you are, Xen-”
“See? You understand. You always…I know what that place did to you, Vasant. The way it haunts you. Sure, you managed to escape and become something more, but so many didn’t- Mithra, Rasna,” he shuddered at the mention of them. “That place ruined them, and it drove them to ruin others. So many young people throwing their lives away, or else they’re killed. You could have died there, Vasant- died without ever having this- died before I ever met you.”
He grasped the other man’s hand, eye wild and insistent. Vasant swallowed, feeling each breath start to fray. He could have died. There it was again–orange burning in the corners of his vision. That tiger, still hunting him no matter where he went.
“I thought the Metropolis Suite would understand that–” Xen continued, “we’re supposed to better this city, after all. I’m supposed to- I know how to make it better, Vas.” His grip tightened. “All of it. But they’re trying to stop us, Vasant- that’s why I had to make a show of force.”
Vasant could feel the tremble spread from his hands to his arm, chest, stomach. “Who’s trying to-”
”Everyone.” Xenagoras leaned in, until the sight of him filled Vasant’s vision. ”Ms. Aco may have claimed to have Bedtown’s interests in mind, but it was all a front to take us down. But that ｢Diamond Life｣ mishandled things and ruined that region yet again. Who takes the fall for all of that? It’s not them, it’s not Sing Now!,* it’s me! I’ve been with them for- for decades and they just- they won’t let me fix my city. That’s all I’ve ever wanted- and I’m so close.”
He leaned into Vasant, until their foreheads were touching.
“We’re so close, my love. I promise, I can still fix this, all of this. Our future is just within reach–the life I long to give you, the one you deserve. It doesn’t matter if the whole world is against us.”
Vasant let his breathing slow, let it fall in sync with his lover’s breath. As he let his gaze focus on Xenagoras, that burning orange began to fade. The phantom pain deep in his organs finally uncoiled.
That’s right. He was safe now. Safe within the home they made together. Safe inside their love. Xenagoras would take care of him, and he would take care of Xenagoras. This would be their domestic bliss.
“As long as I have you,” Xenagoras smiled, “that’s all that-”
His words were cut short–strangled in a headlock–as that orange light burned pink.
A Stand.* Before either could react, it had crashed through their window, tearing Xenagoras away. It held him tight, the vice clamping down the moment he tried to struggle. His breath stolen, fearing that this being would snap his neck, Xenagoras went limp with shock.
“Vasant Verve.”
The Stand inclined its head to where a young woman vaulted through their broken window, alighting with a fire in her eyes. Vasant found he couldn’t speak. The pain in his guts grew sharper than he’d felt in years. Like the tearing of claws, or a thousand papercuts.
“Right where I thought you’d be.” She stared at Xen out of the corner of her eyes, giving the man a sneer. “Both of you.”
”Wh-what-? What do you want from us…?” Vasant croaked, feeling tears burning in his eyes.
But the woman just continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “You see, I wanted to know where you would flee to, Xenagoras. I was obviously an unknown enemy Stand user.” She stepped closer, gazing back at him with sheer disdain. “Surely, your best bet was to go to your associates at the Metropolis Suite, but you didn’t. Did you really lose that much favour with the Suite so quickly? Surely they would help you, if only to protect themselves.”
She clicked her tongue, pacing back and forth in front of him, before giving Vasant the full brunt of her piercing gaze.
“No. No, you ran to your Standless boyfriend. Doesn’t that seem strange, Xenagoras? Isn’t it odd that, of all people, you’d go to him for protection?”
Though his own throat felt choked in sympathy, Vasant tried to speak.
“Why are you… here, young lady? What are you-”
“My name is Gioia Arancini,” she responded, pointing a finger to the heavens. “I am a rising star whose light illuminates the darkest shadows. Your boyfriend is dragging you into the sort of paltry power-grab I’ve seen a thousand times. Did you think that I would simply let it happen?”
The pain was threatening to boil. Vasant could almost see his organs unfurling, painting his home red. She was in his home. They were supposed to be safe here.
“I don’t know what you’re-”
“Oh, but you do, Vasant.” Gioia scoffed, as her Stand briefly tightened its grip on Xenagoras, eliciting a choked gasp of pain. “You see, the Moonbeam Riders have been a great help–Inago’s a good detective: he saw you both, and knew this one summoned that empty city—messing with my job, might I add. From there, the pieces fell into place: Xenagoras’s deals with Night Train, his business with his Bazaar, the fact he knew enough about Evergreen to ban us all for the actions of a couple people.” Stepping towards Vasant, she brandished her finger at him.
“Then there’s you. Following him around like a lost puppy. A popular, celebrated tea farmer, with no experience. The Verve family was mostly pit miners, yes? Until your father’s termination. Yet, you never took up the trade.”
His heart was beating in his ears. His blood boiled inside of it. Vasant couldn’t breathe. Not with her claws in him. “How did you-”
“Instead, just a couple years later, this no-name gang was the talk of Bedtown. People say it because of the young man who joined them. His presence towered over him, as grand as an elephant, crushing everything in its path.”
She stepped forwards, grabbing him by the strap of his apron, eyes burning into him.
“What was it they called you, Vasant?”
It hurt. He didn’t want to go back there. Back to those twisting roads, the grime, the screams, the blood. He had faced such terrible things, there. He had done far worse. Things were supposed to be different now. He was supposed to have a better life. A cozy home. He was supposed to have-
He looked back to Xenagoras, as the man limply clawed at the Stand’s arm, tears beading in his eyes. For the briefest moment, their eyes met. The man mouthed Vasant’s name like a prayer.
Something snapped. The kettle boiled, screaming.
When Gioia assigned Charvet to be lookout, he wasn’t sure what she expected him to do about a Stand the size of a house. One moment, he was staring at the curving ridges of the field, the next, there was a massive shrouded figure kneeling next to the cabin, and then hurling Gioia through the air like a doll. As his own Stand aura blazed to life, his ｢Freakum Dress｣ darted forwards to catch the woman, while Charvet continued to stare at the enemy.
“Wh- who’s Stand is that!? That business bitch?”
“Wrong.”
The moment Gioia was safely caught, she leapt back out of Freakum’s arms, ｢Love Kills｣ landing beside her.
“That Stand belongs to Vasant Verve.”
As the massive Stand turned to face them, she regarded it without a shred of fear. Her plans hadn’t changed. If anything, the appearance of ｢Cage The Elephant｣ was exactly what she was hoping for.
“Come here and face me, Gajasura!” She yelled, pointing at the door…before it swung open. Vasant Verve walked out alone, smiling. Not some cruel grin, but something warm and welcoming, creasing the crow’s feet by his eyes.
“Ah, sorry if you expected to fight him!” he apologized, bowing his head slightly. “He’s been dead for a couple decades now. I’m just a tea farmer.”
“You’re still lying?” Gioia hissed, “Even while caught in the act? Even with ｢Cage The Elephant｣ itself Standing behind you? Are you really that delusional?”
Vasant paused for a moment, and then laughed, the sound warm and boisterous. Charvet and Gioia exchanged a brief look, muscles tensed.
“People are still calling it that, are they? Haha…guess it makes sense.”
“Is that not the name of your Stand? The beast that’s been rampaging through Bedtown?” Gioia curled her fingers, bracing to strike. “The demon Stand that burnt Minali? That hurt my friend?”
For a moment, Vasant’s smile faded into something solemn. “I’m sorry about all that, I just got a little overwhelmed. I promise, things are different now!”
“Then what is all this carnage for, Gajasura? What has that man promised you? Fortune? Fame? A chance at your old glory?”
Again, he laughed. “I told you, young lady…the Gajasura’s gone, now! So is ｢Cage The Elephant｣.”
“Enough of this,” Gioia sneered, before catching the eye of Charvet, who had begun to sneak around behind the man. A Stand that large couldn’t be very dextrous, and its user seemed soft in his old age–a coordinated attack should be enough to take him down. Even with its heat attacks, as long as Gioia drew its focus, Charvet could sneak in.
“This ends n- !?”
Suddenly, the plants around them burst upwards, coiling around Gioia and her Stand and flinging Charvet towards them.
“I’ve changed,” said Vasant, grinning with delirium. “They call me Vasant Verve. I’m a tea farmer in the Sabatiphatt, I’m the lover of Xenagoras Nagakar-Yu, and this…” he gestured up at the Stand towering above him, as it pulled its tarpaulin cowl into a cape, revealing itself to the world.
“Is my ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣!”
As their Stands attempted to struggle free, the gears in Gioia’s mind turned frantically to form another plan, but Charvet looked back to Verve, to see the man trembling and teary-eyed with joy. He frowned a moment, trying to find the words. “Are you doing this for him?”
Vasant’s eyes lit up even brighter, illuminated by the mention of him. “Yes, yes of course! The things I’ve done, everything I do, it’s for him! It’s for our life together!” He laughed again, tears boiling and trailing down his cheeks. “It’s all for love!”
Charvet found a thousand insults boiling in his mind, words to strike right to the heart of this cloyingly naive, empty-headed, disgustingly desperate man, and the twitchy, heartless control freak that latched onto him. But he paused, remembering the taste of chai, and chose to temper that impulse one more time.
“You’re doing this for him–but are you certain loves you back?” Charvet briefly struggled against the plants to punctuate his point, though he could feel them threaten to unravel Vasant’s stitches.”What will you do when the excitement fades, and he’s still using you like a blunt weapon? What happens if he doesn’t let you leave? What then?”
Vasant paused for a moment…as ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣ caught Charvet’s eyes. Its head seemed to lower just slightly, in some kind of acknowledgement. Finally, Vasant began to speak…and someone else glided through the entrance, a baleful light now taking the form of Xenagoras himself.
“Excellent work, my love,” Xen smiled, as Vasant basked in his ghostly presence. ”You make a wonderful protector. But you need not fight alone.”
Finally, ｢Love Kills｣ freed an arm, slicing at the leaves around it. “What did you do to yourself?” Gioia demanded.
“I couldn’t stand to be apart from my man.” Xen’s voice echoed, as if speaking from a distant place, and turned commanding towards Vasant. “I’m right here, Vee. Once more, it is the two of us against the world, but we’ll prevail. Let me guide you—I know just what to do.”
With a snap, Gioia managed to tear the plants off of her and Charvet, grabbing the man by the scruff and pulling him to his feet. “It was a good attempt,” she sighed, “but until we knock some sense into him, that man’s too far gone. But if we succeed here, we may very well take down a major member of the Metropolis Suite. This is our first step at throwing off the chains that bind this city. That is why we must fight, as we have always fought. Are you ready, Charvet Champagne?”
Charvet paused for a moment, before a unit of his first ACT skittered down his arm, squeaking up at him. No, it seemed he couldn’t rest quite yet. “Darling, I’m always ready. Let’s give these bastards a messy breakup.”
He glanced over to see Vasant still smiling and shaking, burning in his boyfriend’s radiance, a kettle set upon a white flame. He saw Vas reach out to touch his boyfriend’s face, but his hand passed through. Still, Xenagoras smiled back at him with cold adoration. He leaned in close, whispering into his lover’s ear. “Now, what do you say?”
Above them ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣ let loose a cry, like the trumpets of war. Like wedding bells.
Giddily, Vasant smiled, and his heart was full.
“Open the game~!”
Location: The Urban Hymns estate. This estate is massive, with the map being 200x200 meters. The estate is dominated by a hillside, with a tourist center and gift shop to its west, processing area to its east, and Vasant’s home to its south.
Vasant Verve (the red star) begins outside his house, while the players (the blue star) are slightly up the hill, roughly 40m away from him. Noted on the map are Square One vendors (red squares), which any player may use.
On the map are a variety of tea pickers, tourists, and other similar people, and there are a variety of trails on the map between the rows of bushes.
Note that the areas on different elevations have been picked clean to different amounts; the lowest bushes only have enough leaves to sustain the bushes’ life, while further up they’re less cleaned off. The bushes around Vasant’s cottage haven’t been touched.
Goal: RETIRE your opponents!
Additional Information: Although Xenagoras is “present” in this match, this means nothing mechanically other than ｢Square One｣ being in effect. RETIRING Vasant is all the players need to do to win the match.
The NPCs on the map are tea pickers, tourists, and tea processing staff. All have 222 physicals, 3 in their ‘role’, and 2 Doing What They Came Here To Do. They aren’t going to listen to Vasant (or the players) to do anything that doesn’t fit with their jobs or do anything besides what they’re actively supposed to.
Importantly, Vasant seriously harming or RETIREing any of these NPCs is considered a hard LOSS condition; he must firmly establish a disguised player as disguised before he may engage, or establish that a player isn’t just a disguised NPC.
Each entry in a character's listed equipment is considered “1 Equipment Item” when sold to ｢Square One｣, thus “stacks” of items (such as Vasant's box of 200 sachets) may only be sold in bulk for 15 Clocks.
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Blake sighed as ｢Atomic Dog｣ shot the crossbow limb once more, ducking from his sightline to repair and reload. This battle of attrition had been going on for long enough, the air filled with hay and floors full of holes and decay. This wasn’t looking like it was going to end soon, not unless he figured out something.
Deacon similarly knew he had to end things soon, as he took cover inside one of the pens. The blacksmith sticking to the top of the map has been somewhat troublesome, as was that knife, but that didn’t matter—the hay was doing its job, and soon enough he would be able to finish this ballad. But then why did something feel missing? It felt like he was on the cusp of understanding something greater…could it be that he had even greater potential?
This train of thought was stopped by that dagger flying down between him and the pen’s occupant. Quickly, Deacon boosted himself out of the pen in order to relocate, but it seemed his opponent was one step ahead: a second dagger, the real one, flew right in front of him, the form of Blake appearing as he spun, shield swung straight towards the musician.
The effects of his Stand still slowed down that swing, but for a moment everything came to a crawl as Deacon saw into the shield’s metal frame: a dulled reflection replaced by a vision that enthralled him. This had to be it—this had to be what his potential could be like! It was reaching out to him, a desperate message to turn the tide of this battle! The figures were too blurry to truly see, the vision backdropped by a blackened sun, but he could make it out (had to make it out) if only he were to get closer, to reach out to it and—
The moment stopped, as did both Stand Users, as a thud came from the entrance to the stable, as a festival worker stared right at the aftermath of their chaotic brawl.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”
It's a tie!? With a scores of 70!
| Category | Winner | Point Totals | Comments |
|---|---|---|---|
| Popularity | Blake Smith | 16 (3.5+3+2) - 14 (2.5+3+2) | It was a back and forth voting period, with Blake ending with a one vote lead! |
| Quality | Blake Smith | 21 (6 7 8) - 20 (6 7 7) | Reasoning |
| JoJolity | Deacon Blues | 23 (7 8 8) - 26 (9 9 8) | Reasoning |
| Conduct | Tie | 10-10 | Nothing to report! |
“…So.” Deacon began. “That person being kidnapped was…your customer?”
“Yes.”
“And you followed him to return his wallet, and found it happening?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t involved in it.” Technically untrue, but Sulka probably wouldn’t like Blake pointing back to him.*
“I see…” Deacon nodded, pondering to himself. “So you sell Stands?”
That caught Blake’s attention. “Yes—why, do you have a customer in mind?”
“A few,” Deacon replied. He could probably get help in investigating if this blacksmith really was uninvolved, but that wasn’t what was interesting him. He looked down at his trumpet, his reflection staring back.
What truly was his potential?
Want more fun after the festival? Come join a couple artists and park rangers stuck on a Ferris Wheel!
“...This is everything I could find.”
Honeydew Blue dumped a pile of various materials onto the cafe table: stacks of papers, medications, and even a tape recorder. Gioia had called in a meeting between two close allies in her search for information against Xenagoras, gathering within one of their many hideaways. She had requested the particular services of Honeydew Blue and Disco D. Lune–Honeydew was a self-taught infiltrator, and given that her architecture career involved so much funding, Disco was basically Evergreen’s financial wizard.
Disco immediately grabbed the papers and riffled through them, scanning them all quickly and efficiently. “This is evidence of securities fraud.” She said in a blunt tone. Gioia gave her an expectant look, waiting for her to elaborate- but she just never did. She just kept scanning. Gioia could make educated guesses as to what she meant, at least. Xenagoras seemed willing to do things he found distasteful if it served some larger goal; she wouldn’t doubt that he messed around with his stocks after talking with his buddies in Metropolis.
Disco looked at Honeydew, a curious expression on her face. “Where did you find this? Insider trading is hard to prove- the human mind is prone to uncertainty without “absolute evidence”, so this could put certain individuals in very high spirits.”
“Under his bed.” Honeydew straightforwardly stated. She pointed at a pile of medication in colorful packaging. “He takes all this stuff so he doesn’t go bald. He puts this on his face for acne, and this…” She picks up a green tube lipstick. “Is what he wore for his third anniversary. The acne cream tastes bad. The lipstick’s okay.”
Gioia raised an eyebrow at her, chuckling under her breath. She forgot how often it was she surrounded herself with complete oddballs. “I’ll be sure to note the flavour of his face when I’m after him. Where’d you find the tape recorder?”
Honeydew grabbed it. “I didn’t find it. It’s mine. I had been in his house for two days trying to record him saying secrets with his husband or boyfriend or whatever to take back home, but all I could get were business calls.” She was pretty clearly irritated at the outcome, the aggressive expression on her face frighteningly out of place with how used Gioia was to her usual “creepily serene”. She clicked the play button as the distinctive crackle of the physical media began to etch itself out of the speaker.
It was very obviously Sing Now’s voice on the other end of the line. They dithered about vague financial workings and the events in each other’s lives- small talk about Ichi, about Verve. Every once in a while, though? There was something that could be legally considered evidence. Proof that both Xenagoras and Sing Now! were connected to the Suite’s illegal backdoor dealings.
Gioia’s eyes went wide. “That’s fantastic!” Honeydew attempted to reply with a curt “No it isn’t. I wanted him-” before Gioia cut her off. “Keep that somewhere safe. Once we’ve struck a killing blow against the Suite, others can use that to make sure they stay in the ground.” She hopped out of her seat, revved up by the revelation.
“This is more than enough to prove his guilt. I’m heading out to speak with him personally. Get whatever you want from the cafe. It’s on me.”
“Before you go…” Disco said, stopping her in her tracks. “In a few minutes I’m going to send you some files. It’s the architectural info for some of his and his boyfriend’s primary meeting spots; houses, parks, and the man’s tea field. If your investigation doesn’t turn up anything, Honeydew can keep poking around to find anything else that can be used against them.”
Gioia nodded. “Good work, you two. I’ll keep you updated.”
Of all the endless indignities Charvet Champagne had suffered, this had to be one of the worst. The more he realized the true nature of this ‘vacation’, the more he tried to evade the endless meetings, events, and surprise paparazzi ambushes, the bolder they became.
Perhaps [Her] presence emboldened the hungry jackals in his management team, his social media team, his camera crew. This was the city of [Gossip] after all. No matter where he ran, prying eyes would always follow him.
Still, he refused to surrender. Running through the bush seemed like the only way to dodge the paparazzi, but now—with his beautiful outfit torn and crumpled, leaves scattered in his hair, and makeup smeared across his face—Charvet was beginning to have some regrets. It was not fun running through the dirt in heels.
However, after god knew how long, Charvet ended up at the top of a hill, looking down at curving lines of bright green tea plants. Though, at the bottom of the hill, something else caught his eye. A strange, shining silo stood out amongst the leaves. Curious, Charvet took a step forwards…before his heels snagged on the group. Tripping, Charvet fell right into the nearest shrub, before bouncing off onto the next, tumbling down the hill row by row.
For a moment, he resigned himself to dying in the most embarrassing way possible, before one of the bushes seemed to catch his fall. As the leaves lowered him to the ground, he could hear footsteps approaching. Through his blurry vision, he spotted a bearded man leaning over him, brow creased with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked, extending a hand to Charvet. Slowly, the fashionista extended his own hand in return, letting himself be picked off of the ground.
“...I’m fine,” Charvet squinted, wondering if this was somehow contrived in order to humiliate him—maybe by his managers, maybe by God. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Oh, I’m just a tea farmer! My name’s Vasant,” he laughed. Charvet rolled his eyes at this man’s false concern, clearly just trying to get his guard down. He was about to make some snide remark, and excuse himself, when- “My cottage is close by. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like! I was going to make fish curry tonight–I got some fresh vegetables at the bazaar, I have dessert too! There’s hot water, and if you want, I could even stitch your clothes up.”
Charvet tensed a moment, looking around for cameras, before glancing back at Vasant.
The sheepish man had paused, backing up a step. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to impose! I just want to make sure you’re alright. But if you’re uncomfortable, let me just drive you back into town—or I could arrange a ride, whatever you prefer.”
Charvet paused for a moment, balking at the desperate sincerity that oozed from this man. Was it just because he thought Charvet would sue? But then why back off when he seemed uncomfortable, instead of pressing him? Charvet was used to the pressing, the poking, the prodding–he expected it. But this?
“...” At that moment, Charvet made a decision. “…How nice is your soap? I had better not see any of that two-in-one bullshit.”
Vasant laughed at that, clapping Charvet gently on the back.
“I wouldn’t dream of it! I love shopping for all that stuff…it’s what makes the grind worthwhile,” he sighs, before grinning back at Charvet. “That, and getting to share it.”
…
An hour later, Charvet emerged from his bath, only to find his clothes sewn up and placed outside his door. The air swirled with rich, warm spices, and Charvet found his mouth already watering. Surely he shouldn’t stay–he didn’t know this man, and this comfort food would surely ruin his diet…but to hell with his diet!
As he entered the kitchen, he couldn’t help but glance around the space. It was comforting in every sense of the word, its wooden walls decorated with little trinkets, crafts, and domestic comforts. Charvet couldn’t help but slowly sink into one of the chairs, watching quietly as Vasant stirred a bubbling pot. A moment passed, the man caught up in his cooking, before Charvet cleared his throat. Vasant swerved around, “Oh, you’re back! How was the bath? I hope the clothes are to your liking!”
“...The bath was nice,” Charvet responded, his voice briefly stripped of its regular cattiness. “The clothes are nice too.” A pause. “Thank you.”
Vasant beamed at that, eyes aglow with sheer delight. “Wonderful, wonderful! Well, I’ve just gotten started on dinner–you’re free to leave at any time, but you’re more than welcome to stay!”
Charvet stalled a moment, tapping his fingers on the tablecloth. “...I’m not going to sue you, for the fall.”
Vasant blinked. “Oh, were you… going to before?”
“Is that not why you’re doing this?”
“What?” Vasant responded, “No, no, you got hurt, and I was there! What else was I going to do, just leave you? Besides, this house gets lonely when my…partner gets home late. I’m happy to do this, really!”
“Your partner…? So you weren’t trying to get with me? That was going to be my next guess,” Charvet replied.
Vasant froze for a moment, before laughing yet again. “You’re a funny one,” he smiled, before picking up an antique tin kettle, and pouring a cup of steaming tea into the cup he set beside Charvet.
“Now, if it’s alright, can I get your name? It’d be a bit strange to just call you…well, ‘you’.”
Charvet hesitated a moment, watching the tea bleed into the water. “...You really don’t recognize me?”
“Should I?”
“No,” Charvet sighed, before giving the man a grim smile. “It’s best if you don’t.”
Vasant smiled back, similarly grim, a look of recognition. “This cottage is good for that, you know. It doesn’t matter who you are, here. All the business, all the money, all the gossip…none of it matters. It’s a place where you get to leave it all behind,” he sighed, before taking a long sip of his own tea. “It’s a place to become someone else.”
“Someone else? You seem to have quite a nice life,” Charvet commented.
“I do,” Vasant nodded, face flushing. “This place is my dream…especially when I get to share that dream with others. It wasn’t always like this. When you’re making ends meet, when you’re trying to keep your family afloat…you don’t get the luxury of ‘nice’. I wasn’t allowed to be soft, back then…but now, I want that softness more than anything. You get it, right?”
“Of course” Charvet whispered, feeling all those years of expectations dissolve like the sugar in his tea. Taking a sip, he let himself enjoy the moment, knowing in his heart it wouldn’t last.
…
An hour softly passed, as the two sat around the table, eating curry and trading stories. Charvet wasted no time prying into who ‘Xenny’ was, and he soon began trading stories about Red Barchetta. It seemed they both had a thing for gingers–go figure.
Vasant would occasionally get distracted–glancing at his phone or looking to the door–but he remained a generous host throughout. The man was obviously delighted to have a guest, and Charvet found himself rather charmed by his earnestness. Vasant insisted that his partner would offer a ride once he arrived, even if this ‘Xenny’ was quite late.
Eventually, there was a flash of light out the window, headlights rolling down the driveway. Vasant stood immediately, eyes shining, love curling off of him like gouts of steam. Charvet leaned forwards, curious to see who the lucky guy was.
That was when the door slammed open. The man who stood there was thin and wiry, with an eyepatch over one eye, and the other wild with adrenaline. A gash had been opened on his arm, still bleeding.
“Vasant, I-” and then he stopped, gaze locking onto Charvet. For a moment he was still, frozen with panic, before it all twisted into rage. “Who is—you know what? It doesn’t matter. I don’t care which little clubhouse you belong to, you should not be here.”
Charvet stood up, hand out in a pacifying gesture, preparing to use his signature Champagne Charm—
When Xenagoras whipped out a gun. The weapon was a stark, cold white, its barrel aimed directly at his forehead. “If I see so much as a flicker of an aura, I will kill you where you stand. Are we clear?”
Charvet swallowed hard, feeling a tremble in his hands. “Don’t be uncouth, there’s- no need to- resort to violence.”
This was enough to break Vasant out of his shock, as he moved to clasp Xen’s shoulder. The man flinched, almost moving the gun on reflex, before holding fast. “Xen, I just found him in the tea fields- I don’t even know if he’s a Stand user-”
”Of course he’s a Stand user, Vasant. Don’t be dense.” Vasant shrunk for a moment, before Xenagoras sighed and continued. “Look, Vas…I know that you’re a kind person, but that’s what these people are trying to take advantage of,” he spat, glaring at Charvet.
“I… am afraid I don’t know what you’re talking a-”
”Bullshit. Here you are in my house, talking to my boyfriend, right after- did that woman set you up to this? Trying to get at me through him? I should- I should kill you-”
”Xen, please!” Vasant pleaded, catching a glimpse of the confusion and fear in Charvet’s eyes.
“...” Xenagoras paused a moment, before stepping away from the open door, motioning to Charvet with a sharp tilt of his head. “Get off my property. Now.”
Slowly, Charvet began to inch towards the gun, giving Xenagoras a glare. “Fine, fine. I’m more than happy to leave this kitschy dump,” he sneered, before his gaze caught Vasant’s…revealing just a flash of genuine betrayal. “Ugh, imagine if the paparazzi found me here…I wouldn’t be caught dead in this ugly, grimy, rats’ nest.”
Then just like that, he strode out, slamming the door loud enough that no one could hear the shudder in his breath. Then, glaring at that white silo towering above him, Charvet started walking, unsure when he’d get another chance to stop.
There was a twinkle of recognition in his eye as the star rushed by him, but instead of continuing along her path, she turned—nearly skidding to a halt—and pointed at him. “You,” she snapped a few times, trying to jog her memory as her mind was already racing. “You were in Monaco last year, weren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m everywhere, darling,” Charvet purred in his usual conversational tone. “You’re going to have to be more speci—!?”
Gioia had marched up to him, taking him by both shoulders and leaning close, as if worried someone may overhear them in this vast tea field. “Aniketos’s retirement is a cakewalk compared to what’s going on here; cloaked daggers driven into the backs of way more than just catty models.”
His shoulders released, Charvet stumbled back, about to protest at the epithet, but Gioia continued. Xenagoras had escaped her once, but his escape had led her here. “I’m gonna confront them, I just need you to stand watch from a few meters out.”
Gioia’s tone was deathly serious, preparing for more than mere words. Charvet, himself had gone silent: he had had a gun shoved into his face, perhaps this was a way to return the favor. He swallowed his pride and tasted bitter spite on his tongue. “Alright, I’ll do what I can.”
Vasant’s brows furrowed, as he pulled up a chair next to his boyfriend. He could feel his heart hammering in his ribs, and struggled to keep his breathing steady.
“He...didn’t hurt me, Xenagoras. I’m alright. But, you were- who did this-”
“All these little Stand user enclaves, they keep causing trouble,” he muttered to himself. “And none of them understand why I’m doing this. They don’t understand- I’m trying to help them.”
“Of course you are, Xen-”
“See? You understand. You always…I know what that place did to you, Vasant. The way it haunts you. Sure, you managed to escape and become something more, but so many didn’t- Mithra, Rasna,” he shuddered at the mention of them. “That place ruined them, and it drove them to ruin others. So many young people throwing their lives away, or else they’re killed. You could have died there, Vasant- died without ever having this- died before I ever met you.”
He grasped the other man’s hand, eye wild and insistent. Vasant swallowed, feeling each breath start to fray. He could have died. There it was again–orange burning in the corners of his vision. That tiger, still hunting him no matter where he went.
“I thought the Metropolis Suite would understand that–” Xen continued, “we’re supposed to better this city, after all. I’m supposed to- I know how to make it better, Vas.” His grip tightened. “All of it. But they’re trying to stop us, Vasant- that’s why I had to make a show of force.”
Vasant could feel the tremble spread from his hands to his arm, chest, stomach. “Who’s trying to-”
”Everyone.” Xenagoras leaned in, until the sight of him filled Vasant’s vision. ”Ms. Aco may have claimed to have Bedtown’s interests in mind, but it was all a front to take us down. But that ｢Diamond Life｣ mishandled things and ruined that region yet again. Who takes the fall for all of that? It’s not them, it’s not Sing Now!,* it’s me! I’ve been with them for- for decades and they just- they won’t let me fix my city. That’s all I’ve ever wanted- and I’m so close.”
He leaned into Vasant, until their foreheads were touching.
“We’re so close, my love. I promise, I can still fix this, all of this. Our future is just within reach–the life I long to give you, the one you deserve. It doesn’t matter if the whole world is against us.”
Vasant let his breathing slow, let it fall in sync with his lover’s breath. As he let his gaze focus on Xenagoras, that burning orange began to fade. The phantom pain deep in his organs finally uncoiled.
That’s right. He was safe now. Safe within the home they made together. Safe inside their love. Xenagoras would take care of him, and he would take care of Xenagoras. This would be their domestic bliss.
“As long as I have you,” Xenagoras smiled, “that’s all that-”
His words were cut short–strangled in a headlock–as that orange light burned pink.
A Stand.* Before either could react, it had crashed through their window, tearing Xenagoras away. It held him tight, the vice clamping down the moment he tried to struggle. His breath stolen, fearing that this being would snap his neck, Xenagoras went limp with shock.
“Vasant Verve.”
The Stand inclined its head to where a young woman vaulted through their broken window, alighting with a fire in her eyes. Vasant found he couldn’t speak. The pain in his guts grew sharper than he’d felt in years. Like the tearing of claws, or a thousand papercuts.
“Right where I thought you’d be.” She stared at Xen out of the corner of her eyes, giving the man a sneer. “Both of you.”
”Wh-what-? What do you want from us…?” Vasant croaked, feeling tears burning in his eyes.
But the woman just continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “You see, I wanted to know where you would flee to, Xenagoras. I was obviously an unknown enemy Stand user.” She stepped closer, gazing back at him with sheer disdain. “Surely, your best bet was to go to your associates at the Metropolis Suite, but you didn’t. Did you really lose that much favour with the Suite so quickly? Surely they would help you, if only to protect themselves.”
She clicked her tongue, pacing back and forth in front of him, before giving Vasant the full brunt of her piercing gaze.
“No. No, you ran to your Standless boyfriend. Doesn’t that seem strange, Xenagoras? Isn’t it odd that, of all people, you’d go to him for protection?”
Though his own throat felt choked in sympathy, Vasant tried to speak.
“Why are you… here, young lady? What are you-”
“My name is Gioia Arancini,” she responded, pointing a finger to the heavens. “I am a rising star whose light illuminates the darkest shadows. Your boyfriend is dragging you into the sort of paltry power-grab I’ve seen a thousand times. Did you think that I would simply let it happen?”
The pain was threatening to boil. Vasant could almost see his organs unfurling, painting his home red. She was in his home. They were supposed to be safe here.
“I don’t know what you’re-”
“Oh, but you do, Vasant.” Gioia scoffed, as her Stand briefly tightened its grip on Xenagoras, eliciting a choked gasp of pain. “You see, the Moonbeam Riders have been a great help–Inago’s a good detective: he saw you both, and knew this one summoned that empty city—messing with my job, might I add. From there, the pieces fell into place: Xenagoras’s deals with Night Train, his business with his Bazaar, the fact he knew enough about Evergreen to ban us all for the actions of a couple people.” Stepping towards Vasant, she brandished her finger at him.
“Then there’s you. Following him around like a lost puppy. A popular, celebrated tea farmer, with no experience. The Verve family was mostly pit miners, yes? Until your father’s termination. Yet, you never took up the trade.”
His heart was beating in his ears. His blood boiled inside of it. Vasant couldn’t breathe. Not with her claws in him. “How did you-”
“Instead, just a couple years later, this no-name gang was the talk of Bedtown. People say it because of the young man who joined them. His presence towered over him, as grand as an elephant, crushing everything in its path.”
She stepped forwards, grabbing him by the strap of his apron, eyes burning into him.
“What was it they called you, Vasant?”
It hurt. He didn’t want to go back there. Back to those twisting roads, the grime, the screams, the blood. He had faced such terrible things, there. He had done far worse. Things were supposed to be different now. He was supposed to have a better life. A cozy home. He was supposed to have-
He looked back to Xenagoras, as the man limply clawed at the Stand’s arm, tears beading in his eyes. For the briefest moment, their eyes met. The man mouthed Vasant’s name like a prayer.
Something snapped. The kettle boiled, screaming.
CRASH!
Wood splintered and flew across the room as a massive arm smashed through the wall, its fingers coiled around Gioia. Before she could process what was happening, she was flung out of the cabin.“Wh- who’s Stand is that!? That business bitch?”
“Wrong.”
The moment Gioia was safely caught, she leapt back out of Freakum’s arms, ｢Love Kills｣ landing beside her.
“That Stand belongs to Vasant Verve.”
As the massive Stand turned to face them, she regarded it without a shred of fear. Her plans hadn’t changed. If anything, the appearance of ｢Cage The Elephant｣ was exactly what she was hoping for.
“Come here and face me, Gajasura!” She yelled, pointing at the door…before it swung open. Vasant Verve walked out alone, smiling. Not some cruel grin, but something warm and welcoming, creasing the crow’s feet by his eyes.
“Ah, sorry if you expected to fight him!” he apologized, bowing his head slightly. “He’s been dead for a couple decades now. I’m just a tea farmer.”
“You’re still lying?” Gioia hissed, “Even while caught in the act? Even with ｢Cage The Elephant｣ itself Standing behind you? Are you really that delusional?”
Vasant paused for a moment, and then laughed, the sound warm and boisterous. Charvet and Gioia exchanged a brief look, muscles tensed.
“People are still calling it that, are they? Haha…guess it makes sense.”
“Is that not the name of your Stand? The beast that’s been rampaging through Bedtown?” Gioia curled her fingers, bracing to strike. “The demon Stand that burnt Minali? That hurt my friend?”
For a moment, Vasant’s smile faded into something solemn. “I’m sorry about all that, I just got a little overwhelmed. I promise, things are different now!”
“Then what is all this carnage for, Gajasura? What has that man promised you? Fortune? Fame? A chance at your old glory?”
Again, he laughed. “I told you, young lady…the Gajasura’s gone, now! So is ｢Cage The Elephant｣.”
“Enough of this,” Gioia sneered, before catching the eye of Charvet, who had begun to sneak around behind the man. A Stand that large couldn’t be very dextrous, and its user seemed soft in his old age–a coordinated attack should be enough to take him down. Even with its heat attacks, as long as Gioia drew its focus, Charvet could sneak in.
“This ends n- !?”
Suddenly, the plants around them burst upwards, coiling around Gioia and her Stand and flinging Charvet towards them.
“I’ve changed,” said Vasant, grinning with delirium. “They call me Vasant Verve. I’m a tea farmer in the Sabatiphatt, I’m the lover of Xenagoras Nagakar-Yu, and this…” he gestured up at the Stand towering above him, as it pulled its tarpaulin cowl into a cape, revealing itself to the world.
“Is my ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣!”
FWWWWWTTTT!
The Stand trumpeted loud enough to shatter the sky, shining in the fractured light. It had the shape of a bipedal elephant, but the hide of a kettle. Tin and glass, ancient and new.As their Stands attempted to struggle free, the gears in Gioia’s mind turned frantically to form another plan, but Charvet looked back to Verve, to see the man trembling and teary-eyed with joy. He frowned a moment, trying to find the words. “Are you doing this for him?”
Vasant’s eyes lit up even brighter, illuminated by the mention of him. “Yes, yes of course! The things I’ve done, everything I do, it’s for him! It’s for our life together!” He laughed again, tears boiling and trailing down his cheeks. “It’s all for love!”
Charvet found a thousand insults boiling in his mind, words to strike right to the heart of this cloyingly naive, empty-headed, disgustingly desperate man, and the twitchy, heartless control freak that latched onto him. But he paused, remembering the taste of chai, and chose to temper that impulse one more time.
“You’re doing this for him–but are you certain loves you back?” Charvet briefly struggled against the plants to punctuate his point, though he could feel them threaten to unravel Vasant’s stitches.”What will you do when the excitement fades, and he’s still using you like a blunt weapon? What happens if he doesn’t let you leave? What then?”
Vasant paused for a moment…as ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣ caught Charvet’s eyes. Its head seemed to lower just slightly, in some kind of acknowledgement. Finally, Vasant began to speak…and someone else glided through the entrance, a baleful light now taking the form of Xenagoras himself.
“Excellent work, my love,” Xen smiled, as Vasant basked in his ghostly presence. ”You make a wonderful protector. But you need not fight alone.”
Finally, ｢Love Kills｣ freed an arm, slicing at the leaves around it. “What did you do to yourself?” Gioia demanded.
“I couldn’t stand to be apart from my man.” Xen’s voice echoed, as if speaking from a distant place, and turned commanding towards Vasant. “I’m right here, Vee. Once more, it is the two of us against the world, but we’ll prevail. Let me guide you—I know just what to do.”
With a snap, Gioia managed to tear the plants off of her and Charvet, grabbing the man by the scruff and pulling him to his feet. “It was a good attempt,” she sighed, “but until we knock some sense into him, that man’s too far gone. But if we succeed here, we may very well take down a major member of the Metropolis Suite. This is our first step at throwing off the chains that bind this city. That is why we must fight, as we have always fought. Are you ready, Charvet Champagne?”
Charvet paused for a moment, before a unit of his first ACT skittered down his arm, squeaking up at him. No, it seemed he couldn’t rest quite yet. “Darling, I’m always ready. Let’s give these bastards a messy breakup.”
He glanced over to see Vasant still smiling and shaking, burning in his boyfriend’s radiance, a kettle set upon a white flame. He saw Vas reach out to touch his boyfriend’s face, but his hand passed through. Still, Xenagoras smiled back at him with cold adoration. He leaned in close, whispering into his lover’s ear. “Now, what do you say?”
Above them ｢Bitter Sweet Symphony｣ let loose a cry, like the trumpets of war. Like wedding bells.
Giddily, Vasant smiled, and his heart was full.
“Open the game~!”
Vasant Verve (the red star) begins outside his house, while the players (the blue star) are slightly up the hill, roughly 40m away from him. Noted on the map are Square One vendors (red squares), which any player may use.
On the map are a variety of tea pickers, tourists, and other similar people, and there are a variety of trails on the map between the rows of bushes.
Note that the areas on different elevations have been picked clean to different amounts; the lowest bushes only have enough leaves to sustain the bushes’ life, while further up they’re less cleaned off. The bushes around Vasant’s cottage haven’t been touched.
Goal: RETIRE your opponents!
Additional Information: Although Xenagoras is “present” in this match, this means nothing mechanically other than ｢Square One｣ being in effect. RETIRING Vasant is all the players need to do to win the match.
The NPCs on the map are tea pickers, tourists, and tea processing staff. All have 222 physicals, 3 in their ‘role’, and 2 Doing What They Came Here To Do. They aren’t going to listen to Vasant (or the players) to do anything that doesn’t fit with their jobs or do anything besides what they’re actively supposed to.
Importantly, Vasant seriously harming or RETIREing any of these NPCs is considered a hard LOSS condition; he must firmly establish a disguised player as disguised before he may engage, or establish that a player isn’t just a disguised NPC.
Each entry in a character's listed equipment is considered “1 Equipment Item” when sold to ｢Square One｣, thus “stacks” of items (such as Vasant's box of 200 sachets) may only be sold in bulk for 15 Clocks.
Square One Catalog:
| White Shadow | Notes | Cost | Sale Item | Sale Price | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Escape From ｢Square One｣ | The ability to leave ｢Square One｣. If not paid, it will forcefully ‘buy’ body parts after a while. | 5 Clocks (+ 1 for every purchase after the first) | Any White Shadow | 1 Clock | |
| Tea Sachets | The bag part of tea bags | 5 Clocks | 500 Tea Leaf Bundle | 1 Clock | |
| Clothing | Various types of clothing, specifically clothing used by tea pickers, roasters, and the staff generally on site. Ask for specifics. | 5-15 Clocks depending on specificity of outfit | 10 Units of Currency (e.g. Euros, etc.) | 1 Clock (Gioia has enough cash for 30) | |
| Glass Baubles | Thin glass baubles the size of a baseball that are both opaque and hollow. Can come in different colors | 15 Clocks | Freakum ACT 1 Outfits | 1 Clock | |
| Gardening Tools | Any tools you could use to garden, though they are all hand tools. | 15 Clocks | Freakum ACT 2 Hats | 2 Clocks | |
| Sheet Metal | 0.5x0.5 meter squares of sheet metal. As malleable as you would expect them to be. | 20 Clocks | Equipment Item | 15 Clocks | |
| Small Trellis | A trellis 1m high and 0.5m across, which are built to have plants grow on them. While made of otherwise light wood, they’re extremely durable due to the effect of ｢Square One｣. | 30 Clocks | 1 Tea Bag of Processed Tea | 25 Clocks | |
| Large Trellis | Same as above, but these are 3m tall and 2m across | 50 Clocks | |||
| Binoculars | High quality binoculars that can aid with scoping out the entire tea plantation | 80 Clocks | |||
| Golf Cart | A small golf cart that seats two maximum and can travel up to 15 MPH, though slower on hills. | 150 Clocks | |||
| Team | Combatant | JoJolity |
|---|---|---|
| The Verdant Willow | Gioia Arancini and Charvet Champagne | “The features of a person’s face will determine the course of their fortune. A person with a face to be loved will find themselves true love.” There’s no way you’ll let their sick love decide your fortune! Make your own future and show off your inner beauty! |
| The Metropolis Suite | Vasant Verve and Xenagoras Nagarkar-Yu | “Tiziano…I will kill him for you, and when I’m done…there won’t be anything left of his corpse.” Just the two of you against the world. Show your love! |
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2024.04.12 12:53 Interesting-Class236 What's going on with William and his mother-in-law?
Yesterday Celebitchy noted that William had been seen out with his mother-in-law Carole. The celebrity site, which does not pull any punches, remarked upon how apparently William + Carole is a new thing:
Source https://www.celebitchy.com/866720/eden_carole_middleton_prince_william_went_to_a_norfolk_pub_togethe
Inside William's close relationship with 'second mum' Carole Middleton as the pair 'enjoy a pub outing together': The Prince of Wales 'confides' in his mother-in-law and even 'helps with housework' at her Berkshire mansion Source https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-13300339/Prince-William-Carole-Middleton-Close-Relationship.html
So, which is it? Have Will and Carole always been bffs? Or has their relationship changed recently?
I'll just say it: if something bad's happened to Kate, and Kensington Palace is planning on announcing it in the future, it benefits them to lay some groundwork and propagate a narrative about how much Kate's mom loves William and how she just can't get enough of hanging out with him. Because after all, if William had done something wrong, wouldn't Carole be upset about it?
And these Carole + William love-fest stories keep appearing in royal-friendly outlets like the Mail. If Kensington wanted to plant stories, that's probably where the stories would appear.
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Source https://www.celebitchy.com/866720/eden_carole_middleton_prince_william_went_to_a_norfolk_pub_togethe
Quelle surprise, we’ve got another royal sighting. For months now, we’ve wondered why Carole Middleton has been largely out of sight, only popping into view one time for what appeared to be a prearranged photo-op in a car with the Princess of Wales. That was on or around March 4th. Beyond that, it’s felt like Carole and her makeshift Middleton-communications HQ has gone silent, and there have been no other paparazzi photos of Carole or Michael Middleton anywhere. Now Richard Eden at the Daily Mail claims that Carole was seen at a Norfolk pub over the weekend… with Prince William. The assumption being that the Middletons are staying at Anmer Hall with the Wales family over the kids’ school holiday. All of this has led to Eden suggesting that the Middletons deserve an aristocratic title now.However, today, the Daily Mail once again propagated a narrative that Carole and William are tight as can be and that William even helps her with the housework at her Berkshire mansion. I won't paste any of the text b/c there's no original reporting, it's all cobbled together from other sources.
It’s telling, from Eden, that he doesn’t bother to mention the fact that the Middletons scammed vendors and small businesses out of millions when Party Pieces was going belly up. Eden doesn’t even mention the fact that the Middletons are too broke to pay the insolvency firm who arranged for the sale of their bankrupt business, the news of which came out just last week… while Carole was presumably boozing it up in a pub with her son-in-law. So, what to make of all of this? I’ve believed that William has spent the past four years distancing himself from Carole in particular. He is not as close to them as he once was. [bolding added] But I have no idea what’s going on with Kate’s recovery and whether Carole has been the one looking after her this whole time, etc. I have my theories, but this whole thing is batsh-t. As for the pub visit… pics or it didn’t happen. Can’t wait for The Sun to hire look-alikes and stage some pub photos.
Inside William's close relationship with 'second mum' Carole Middleton as the pair 'enjoy a pub outing together': The Prince of Wales 'confides' in his mother-in-law and even 'helps with housework' at her Berkshire mansion Source https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-13300339/Prince-William-Carole-Middleton-Close-Relationship.html
So, which is it? Have Will and Carole always been bffs? Or has their relationship changed recently?
I'll just say it: if something bad's happened to Kate, and Kensington Palace is planning on announcing it in the future, it benefits them to lay some groundwork and propagate a narrative about how much Kate's mom loves William and how she just can't get enough of hanging out with him. Because after all, if William had done something wrong, wouldn't Carole be upset about it?
And these Carole + William love-fest stories keep appearing in royal-friendly outlets like the Mail. If Kensington wanted to plant stories, that's probably where the stories would appear.
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$3 - sweet duets, honky-tonk, western star, the magic flute, making history $2 - paparazzi, sweet rhythm, big gig, theremin, don’t wait up, cool wagon, tantalizing, set practice, the crew
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Evoque Explorer E-Bike2024.04.05 21:36 Fabulous_State9921 Pepperidge Farm remembers: Lily James gives non-answer to pics confirming she rode married community dick Dominic West!
 | Lily James Seemingly Responds To Those Pap Pictures Of Her Kissing Dominic WestFebruary 12, 2022 / Posted by: Michael K https://preview.redd.it/2r4jhyakrpsc1.jpg?width=730&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0390c7e132be47d64c287a13ca15e3f6ab9454ed A few months after Lily James and married cheating slut Dominic West got papped loving on each other in Rome, The Guardian asked her about the SCANDAL and she only said, “Ach, I’m not really willing to talk about that. There is a lot to say, but not now, I’m afraid.” Well, Lily might be a little less afraid now because, in Rolling Stone’s article about her, they mention the pics right before a quote from Lily about how famous women’s personal lives are treated in the gossip world. And yes, she said this while promoting Hulu’s Pam & Tommy, a show that Pamela Anderson wishes didn’t exist because it’s traumatizing her all over again. |
2024.04.01 05:24 PreviousComedian4263 99% of Kanye's problems are self inflicted
Before you guys crucify me am one of biggest ye fans and have been for years, still am. Ever single problem he's faced from family problems, money problems, sales problems, the way the public views him, his current situation of being blackballed hard has hell (still #1 tho) .
All of these are direct consequences of something he's done, VMA incident, slavery is a choice incident, def con 5 on Jews incident , Alex Jones incident, white lives matter incident, every single interaction with paparazzi ever, how he spent about a year going off on his ex wife and her boyfriend. I could write a novela on just the things ye's done that would cause people to dislike him.
And he does all these things and he turns around and tries to pretends he's the victim in these situations, he expects no consequences for any of his actions and any criticism of his actions as hating. He keeps complaining about how the "industry" is against him but that's because he's burnt every single bridge, is unreliable and is basically poison, if adidas kept him on their stocks would be worse than they already are, if any label kept him on they would face backlash, who would allow an antisemitic white supremacists to sample their music? Very few musicians can even afford to collab with him because certain fans wouldn't like it.
Overall if almost any other musician or celebrity did even one thing he did they would be wiped off the face of the earth, Kanye had it all while still being controversial, wife,kids, in ok graces with the public Yeezy was worth like 6 billion and he blew it all up just because, and even when the whole world turnt on Israel he flipped his stance and started supporting them. Kanye west is a contrarian and will say and do anything to "be different" and before y'all bring up him being bipolar, many people are bipolar, they aren't antisemitic white supremacists tho.
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All of these are direct consequences of something he's done, VMA incident, slavery is a choice incident, def con 5 on Jews incident , Alex Jones incident, white lives matter incident, every single interaction with paparazzi ever, how he spent about a year going off on his ex wife and her boyfriend. I could write a novela on just the things ye's done that would cause people to dislike him.
And he does all these things and he turns around and tries to pretends he's the victim in these situations, he expects no consequences for any of his actions and any criticism of his actions as hating. He keeps complaining about how the "industry" is against him but that's because he's burnt every single bridge, is unreliable and is basically poison, if adidas kept him on their stocks would be worse than they already are, if any label kept him on they would face backlash, who would allow an antisemitic white supremacists to sample their music? Very few musicians can even afford to collab with him because certain fans wouldn't like it.
Overall if almost any other musician or celebrity did even one thing he did they would be wiped off the face of the earth, Kanye had it all while still being controversial, wife,kids, in ok graces with the public Yeezy was worth like 6 billion and he blew it all up just because, and even when the whole world turnt on Israel he flipped his stance and started supporting them. Kanye west is a contrarian and will say and do anything to "be different" and before y'all bring up him being bipolar, many people are bipolar, they aren't antisemitic white supremacists tho.
2024.04.01 02:45 PreviousComedian4263 99% of Kanye's problems are self inflicted
Before you guys crucify me am one of biggest ye fans and have been for years, still am. Ever single problem he's faced from family problems, money problems, sales problems, the way the public views him, his current situation of being blackballed hard has hell (still #1 tho) .
All of these are direct consequences of something he's done, VMA incident, slavery is a choice incident, def con 5 on Jews incident , Alex Jones incident, white lives matter incident, every single interaction with paparazzi ever, how he spent about a year going off on his ex wife and her boyfriend. I could write a novela on just the things ye's done that would cause people to dislike him.
And he does all these things and he turns around and tries to pretends he's the victim in these situations, he expects no consequences for any of his actions and any criticism of his actions as hating. He keeps complaining about how the "industry" is against him but that's because he's burnt every single bridge, is unreliable and is basically poison, if adidas kept him on their stocks would be worse than they already are, if any label kept him on they would face backlash, who would allow an antisemitic white supremacists to sample their music? Very few musicians can even afford to collab with him because certain fans wouldn't like it.
Overall if almost any other musician or celebrity did even one thing he did they would be wiped off the face of the earth, Kanye had it all while still being controversial, wife,kids, in ok graces with the public Yeezy was worth like 6 billion and he blew it all up just because, and even when the whole world turnt on Israel he flipped his stance and started supporting them. Kanye west is a contrarian and will say and do anything to "be different" and before y'all bring up him being bipolar, many people are bipolar, they aren't antisemitic white supremacists tho.
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All of these are direct consequences of something he's done, VMA incident, slavery is a choice incident, def con 5 on Jews incident , Alex Jones incident, white lives matter incident, every single interaction with paparazzi ever, how he spent about a year going off on his ex wife and her boyfriend. I could write a novela on just the things ye's done that would cause people to dislike him.
And he does all these things and he turns around and tries to pretends he's the victim in these situations, he expects no consequences for any of his actions and any criticism of his actions as hating. He keeps complaining about how the "industry" is against him but that's because he's burnt every single bridge, is unreliable and is basically poison, if adidas kept him on their stocks would be worse than they already are, if any label kept him on they would face backlash, who would allow an antisemitic white supremacists to sample their music? Very few musicians can even afford to collab with him because certain fans wouldn't like it.
Overall if almost any other musician or celebrity did even one thing he did they would be wiped off the face of the earth, Kanye had it all while still being controversial, wife,kids, in ok graces with the public Yeezy was worth like 6 billion and he blew it all up just because, and even when the whole world turnt on Israel he flipped his stance and started supporting them. Kanye west is a contrarian and will say and do anything to "be different" and before y'all bring up him being bipolar, many people are bipolar, they aren't antisemitic white supremacists tho.
2024.03.29 23:34 cassieh0ward WTF is SFK's brand?
 | submitted by cassieh0ward to NYCinfluencersnark [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/dd5ni1gaocrc1.png?width=1165&format=png&auto=webp&s=da2b73e895b54297b25d98c7f6b09c72c167910d Seeing so many posts on my timeline about a recent funeral 30th birthday party got me thinking back to over a decade ago when I attended a 21st birthday party at a local college bar. For context, this was the only popular bar at the school where students flocked religiously every Wednesday and Saturday night. No students ever “rented” that bar out. Especially not on a Saturday night. It was a rare safe zone in an otherwise entitled and terribly exclusive school social system. It was the one fun place that was always open for anyone, not just certain sororities, fraternities, groups or individuals. When my friends and I arrived, it was chaos. An obnoxious sign explained that it was invite-only, directing people to check in with the bouncer to confirm their name was on the list. The text on the lit up sign above the bar entrance was replaced for the night with the birthday girl’s initials. There were photo booth walls customized for the party and decorations and champagne bottles. The whole thing resembled an attempt to transplant elements of NY’s cheesiest nightclubs, to our local southern college dive bar. In line, I watched a group of really nice girls I had classes with huddled awkwardly together in their heels and dresses by the street, waiting for cabs back to campus. I watched as another group of girls - who did nice things like make fun of me in front of some older guys in a bouncy-house for not trying whippets my sophomore year at a Toga party - walked straight to the front of the line, hugged the bouncer knowingly, and disappeared inside. I probably saw around 75 students and a handful of locals who had no ties to the school show up, digest the situation, and uncomfortably leave, all in the time I was in line. I read a post this week from the host, reflecting nostalgically back to that first party in college after a decade of hosting extravagant birthday events. Apparently, it marked the symbolic start of a wider movement and career focused on cultivating female empowerment and unapologetic confidence. I knew Serena quite well over those years. While I found little in common with her, I respected our differences as they were. I had many conversations with her outside of the intense social going out scene where she was fine. I don’t have anything cruel to say about her face, eyeliner, body, lifestyle choices, or boyfriend's age. I know the many comments from strangers on the internet on her looks must hurt her feelings in that sense, and I do hope she doesn’t focus too much on them. My issue, however, is with her public messaging, and the clear lack of genuine personal reflection or accountability she continues to display as a human being. I recently turned 30 as well. While it looked quite different than her birthday... I can agree that entering a new decade does make you reflect a bit more on your past and future goals. When I look back to our sorority and social scene in college, I certainly now acknowledge and cringe at the bad. While I feel embarrassment and regret that I associated myself with an obviously entitled and socially cruel / manipulative event such as that birthday party, she continues to celebrate it. Even more, she hails it as a cultural turning point for women and confidence. Serena, wtaf lol. That party you threw was a turning point for one thing and one thing only - your sense of importance. It marked the start of an exhausting 10 year extremely public personal branding and sales journey where you literally sell women the advice to plot their life like a movie starring them, while treating all other humans as irrelevant extras they can cast, or not cast. You were never pushing forward an agenda of confidence, you were selling a make-believe brand of ridiculously inflated self-importance. Sure, your birthday party has *evolved* these past ten years. But what is really there when you peel back the layers of increasingly flashy themes, professional makeup, custom expensive outfits, b-list celebrity guests in attendance, party favors and brand sponsorships? It’s the same attitude of a spoiled 21 year old who wanted two things: 1. To make herself feel important and 2. To make others feel less important. A person who - before labeling herself as the ruler of confidence (wut) - coined herself the "queen" of the entire diverse student body (full of insanely intelligent, kind and dynamic people) at a large university. On what planet?! Even worse, a 21 year old who then actually acted on the label, intentionally treating people who didn’t have status there in her eyes like shit. So yeah, all that to say - respectfully - I don’t think your decade of branding efforts has worked. Because when I looked at the videos of you in a visible white thong posing for fake paparazzi in front of your fake casket at your 30th birthday party, and read your written message about the annual event's meaning for women, I didn’t see growth, inspiration or confidence. I saw the image of a group of visibly insecure and uncomfortable college-aged women waiting for a cab home who weren’t invited to your party in 2015, and the concept that you have no idea they even exist. That’s the plot. That’s your brand. |
2024.03.22 23:25 jasontaylor7 150cc scooter's top speed is only 35 mph?!?
I saw a 150cc scooter for sale at wal-mart. It's under $1000. ( https://www.walmart.com/ip/X-Pro-Brand-New-150cc-Gas-Powered-Moped-Scooter-10-Aluminum-Wheels-Electric-Start-Large-Headlights/2223048215 ) I'm thinking in ideal circumstances that kind of displacement should correspond to a top speed closer to 65 mph or so. Does anyone if know if this product (and others like it for that matter) has a speed limiter=governor? Where would it be located? Or does it just have a special carb that cannot pass much gasoline? I am not recommending removing it just as a disclaimer. (If the design top speed is this low the brakes might not be capable of stopping at over 35 mph.)
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2024.03.22 07:32 Fisheggs2275 Quite the coincidence
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2024.03.19 09:00 JayDunzo It's infuriating and depressing that L*uis C.K. still has a career
It says a lot about the current state of mind of the US, and is a testament to the imaginary, alt-right persecution complex known as "cancel culture". 1990, American celebrity Paul Reubens, A.K.A. Pee Wee Herman gets caught masturbating in an adult movie theater. An pre-internet porn establishment for lonely men. They would sell newspapers at the front to cover yourself with. But BAM, paparazzi got the hot story and it ended his whole career.
Fast forward 27 years. American celebrity L*uis misogynist creepo vile pig C.K., surprise masturbates in front of 5 women after using his power and profession to lure them into a trap to sexual assault ambush like a creepy fucking boss. He knew he was going to eventually get caught for what he did, so he worked all kinds of psychological padding into his tv show and standup routines as a safety net for his career. He knew it wouldn't sway everyone, and he'd lose people, but he was just doing everything in his power to not "lose" his power, and these boring, lunkheads fell for it. Sure, he's shrunk his world and fanbase, lost his TV career and alienated anyone with a brain from working with him ever again, but millions of people still go to his shows, listen to his podcasts, watch his specials, buy his tickets etc etc. Sad, pathetic, boring fools who think they're "Stickin' it to the snowflakes" still give this guy millions and millions of dollars in ticket sales and streaming royalties. We've gone so far backwards since Pee Wee Herman. A brilliant performer and supposedly a really excellent guy who might as well have gotten arrested for masturbating inside his own house. I guess Bill Cosby was a bit too much even for the alt-right crowd. Yeah, raping 60 women is just a bit too far. You'll only have to spend a year in jail, but yeah, no more career for you. Fucking pathetic
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Fast forward 27 years. American celebrity L*uis misogynist creepo vile pig C.K., surprise masturbates in front of 5 women after using his power and profession to lure them into a trap to sexual assault ambush like a creepy fucking boss. He knew he was going to eventually get caught for what he did, so he worked all kinds of psychological padding into his tv show and standup routines as a safety net for his career. He knew it wouldn't sway everyone, and he'd lose people, but he was just doing everything in his power to not "lose" his power, and these boring, lunkheads fell for it. Sure, he's shrunk his world and fanbase, lost his TV career and alienated anyone with a brain from working with him ever again, but millions of people still go to his shows, listen to his podcasts, watch his specials, buy his tickets etc etc. Sad, pathetic, boring fools who think they're "Stickin' it to the snowflakes" still give this guy millions and millions of dollars in ticket sales and streaming royalties. We've gone so far backwards since Pee Wee Herman. A brilliant performer and supposedly a really excellent guy who might as well have gotten arrested for masturbating inside his own house. I guess Bill Cosby was a bit too much even for the alt-right crowd. Yeah, raping 60 women is just a bit too far. You'll only have to spend a year in jail, but yeah, no more career for you. Fucking pathetic
2024.03.03 13:55 EmbarrassedClassic96 Please help
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2024.02.27 14:25 talldutchi [F4M] World Famous female soccer star gets supposedly engaged to a decorated soldier from her hometown.
My name is Sophie. I have been roleplaying for a little over two years and am looking for a long-term, detailed partner who is literate in English. If you are interested in the plot below, hit me up.
I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
2024.02.26 09:34 talldutchi [F4M] World Famous female soccer star gets supposedly engaged to a decorated soldier from her hometown.
My name is Sophie. I have been roleplaying for a little over two years and am looking for a long-term, detailed partner who is literate in English. If you are interested in the plot below, hit me up.
I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
2024.02.26 08:59 talldutchi [F4M] World Famous female soccer star gets supposedly engaged to a decorated soldier from her hometown.
My name is Sophie. I have been roleplaying for a little over two years and am looking for a long-term, detailed partner who is literate in English. If you are interested in the plot below, hit me up.
I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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I play as Alyssa Hunter. A world famous female soccer player and role model. Alyssa is 24 years old and 5.8 with blonde hair and blue eyes, slender build with prominent curves. She is rather toned from sporting and is fiercely competitive. She is determined, outgoing and sometimes oblivious to other people's feelings and emotions. She has been pampered ever since she started playing soccer (let's call the team 'the Valkyries') and you could say that being a celebrity sometimes makes her have poor judgment or hurt the people around her (including Hayden)
You play as Hayden Harris. My childhood friend from middle school. Hayden is also 24 years old, 6.2 with auburn hair and green eyes. He has a lean build with prominent and defined muscles, but not buff. He is self-conscious, caused by his ex-girlfriend abusing him mentally. He is kind, caring and brave. A decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant. He doesn't like talking about the things he does when overseas with the army, and he doesn't tell Alyssa about being a war hero. He would do anything for the people he loves and cares about, even if that would cost him heavily.
Backstory:
In senior year of high school, I was scouted by 'The Valkyries', one of the best teams in the country. I left a few days before high school graduation, two days after we went to the prom as each other's date. You had planned to ask me out at graduation, but never got the chance because I left.
While my soccer career got on track and I started to pick up the celebrity life, mingling with other celebrities, dating famous people, and dealing with fans, you continue your life. You go to college, following an engineering and architecture with a minor in aeronautics. You got accepted into a fast track and finish the normally four year course in only two.
After college, you couldn't find a job in your area of expertise so you decided to join the army. After basic training, you signed up for an elite unit.
Six years later after I left is where the roleplay starts:
I decide to come back to our hometown for my mom's 50th birthday. You just came back from a deployment and are at the airport to pick me up.
We decide to meet up for dinner to catch up. However, a paparazzi photographer is also a the restaurant and takes several photos of us, making it appear as if we are together. When I accidentally drop my ring, you pick it up and clean it before putting it back on. At my mom's birthday party, my dad announces our 'engagement'. My manager convinces us to continue being 'engaged' after I come back from and international match and the sales of my clothing line skyrocketed after the news of our engagement came out. You move in with me in the city I live in and we continue to pretend that we're engaged. We start to fall in love with each other.
I'd prefer to play the rp out in third person and past tense. If you're interested, send me a message or dm. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.