2015.10.15 Celebrity Gossip: Ceara
| Stalking Miss May and the New Brandon Jenkins Novel | |
|---|---|
| Players | Martine, Ceara, Kuba. |
| Location | Maple Park |
| Spheres | Changeling, Mage |
Guy Cavenaugh sits at the celebrity gossip news table speaking to the camera. “Celebrity Gossip caught up to none other than April May, Playboy Playmate of the Month for May of 2009. Miss May, (see the double meaning there?) was having a leisurely stroll through Maple Park when she was accosted by a crazed super fan! What kind of person you would have to be to obsess over a centerfold from 7 years ago boggles the mind, but that appears to be exactly the case. Apparently she has changed her name to try and lead a more respectable lifestyle as a librarian at the University of Prospect. You’re not fooling us or your fans Ceara Carrick! Let’s go to Martine Sajani, our sassy reporter on the street who captured this creepy moment.”
"Thanks Guy,” Martine says as she stands in front of the rose garden located in the center of the park. “This story just kind of jumped in my lap like a friendly kitty.” She smirks as though there were some other meaning there. The sound and image quality is superb as you´ll see. It’s clearly April May and the stalker is none other than the local owner of the Metal Collective, Kuba Rusnak. I wonder what kind of shrine to her he has in his basement.” She shivers.
The camera changes to a shot which appears to be taken from up in a tree. We see two sets of legs facing each other below the tree. The camera moves until there is a clear view of Kuba and Ceara below.
"You're inspiring you know," he says, accusing her, that mirth still there even though he's more smitten in the moment. "That smile, that laugh. Sort of just want to enjoy the day now." He lip syncs more, but stops midway through, still dancing of course. "Yes, it’s that famous quote; you must take all your big plans and break them." A nod, he's certain, "I'm calling dibs on your day. I'll google the lyrics, we can try ... or, you know, just dance, you're pretty good at this. It’s really rather saucy, I like!" A chuckle, openly saying these things, a big step from the bookstore and casually friend, hints of flirt, this is forward.
Very forward. Ceara hesitates and gives him a narrow eyed look, "You cannot call dibs on my day, it is already filled with appointments." No, she is not dancing anymore and she steps back just a bit away from him, still within arm’s reach, "I have a lot of plans, thank you for the song, the dance, but I really should go."
A slight furrow of his brow, the dancing was going so well too. Kuba ponders that, "That busy? What about between appointments?" Yes, uncharacteristic for him it would seem, he can usually accept time to go. "We could read some of that book you're working on you know. My narrative voice, way way better than my lip sync voice?"
Between...?" Ceara laughs, "You seem rather lonely, I think. Brandon Jenkins, he is my boss, he will be expecting me. I really should get going." There is an apologetic look given. "Read the book? I am already about finished with it; you would not want the ending before the beginning would you?" %r%tShe looks ready to go; he lifts brows, grins, then moves ahead to the bath. A long step, lifting up one finger, the sleuth has solved the mystery. Back straight, "Ah ha, there, he's expecting you some appointments. I shall read the book in that time, and we can discuss the strong points. Personally I think the protagonist is a tool, but you can argue in favor of him, if he's hot or something." It’s a plan, definitely, "I'm thinking dinner, you me, some moon light, a candle. The fake sort, cause fire bad. What could possibly go wrong?"
"What could possibly go wrong? I have a very protective boss, he sort of rescued me by giving me a job, and I enjoy my work very much. I would do nothing to put that at risk. If you think you can read a book in the time of my appointments, I am sure we could talk about it at some point, if you really want to?" Ceara looks a little doubtful.
(Camera changes to a shot from the ground from behind the couple as they walk) %r%r%t"His new book is set for release near Christmas, it is as yet untitled." Ceara tells him, "Still, it is a book by Serena Knox I am reading. Fast Lane. Also scary, so you may not want to read it." As she walks, she looks at him curiously, since he continues to remain beside her. "I had a good time, thank you."
He does continue to walk, not even thinking about it at the moment. "Oh yeah, hmm, that makes it difficult. Our book club is thusly ended before it even met for the first time." He snaps his finger. That idea shot out of the sky. She had a good time. "Exactly, see, I had a good time too. Okay okay, I'll read the book, but, I can text you, when I'm scared?" This is a good idea compromise. "I'll read it, catch up to where you are." Then a pause, looking slightly defeated, "Nah, probably too boring, you seem all quiet fun librarian on the surface, but I bet you're in for the crazy fun stuff when you get to choose. You have the look of a fierce go kart racer, ready to spring into action. Want to show off your skills when you're done with appointments, I know the perfect place ... or Google will show me, but we can pretend I knew all about it all along?"
The way he skips over the subjects is adorable, apparently, as Ceara does not send him on his way. "You can text me at the scary parts." She leans in a little, "I really know the title of his book, it has not been released yet though... want to know it? His publisher does not even know yet." She confides in him. "Even the reporter that did his interview did not have it yet. If you promise not to tell, I will tell you and maybe go karts, if I can get the time."
Go karts such a thing of the past, she said he could text her. Kuba grins sheepishly even, digs in for that smart phone, pilfers if from his own pockets. "You're the best," he says, handing it over so she can put in her digits even, thinking nothing of it now. The wallpaper shows some metal sculpture it looks like, some big fantastical like mushroom, human sized. Then his grin fades, pure excitement, stunned mouth. He looks around, as if evil doers may be after the title itself. Whispering, "What, yeah ... really? I absolutely want to know. Is it scary," he brings his hands in tight. "I think I got the chills already. I'll risk the horror for go-karts."
Ceara reaches for the phone and taps out a number in there before handing it back to him. "What are friends for?" She asks, "Besides, scary books are always best enjoyed with a friend." Looking back at him when he leans in, she laughs softly. "He spent time in Alaska researching for it. The name of his next book," she smiles, drawing it out before whispering, "Whiteout." With a satisfied look.
"I'm so glad you have my back," grins Kuba, taking the phone back. "Exactly, you've converted me; I'm into scary books now. As of five minutes ago. It’s a thing." He's flighty like this normally, just pushing it now. Ceara is his thing, he's very interested in. Dang, that honey glow has yet to leave his cheeks even. More red as she leans in. Nodding, time in Alaska, the name is .... He shudders. "Oh, scary, do I want to read it, I don't want to be afraid of the light now either." He closes his lids, opens his eyes slowly, breathing deep. Then he swipes at his phone saying, "Scary, but worth it for go carts with Ceara, lucky me, everyone's gonna be so jealous of me for being with her.” Her phone beeps, a text: Bestie, it’s Kuba, scared now, hold my hand, make it better? ... His hand closest to her might be outstretched for that holding.
"I do have your back, so everything will be fine." Ceara humors him, but her lips twitch at his seeming reaction to.. whatever it is he is seeing in her. Her own cheeks are pink, but it is a healthy glow to them. "You should read it; I think it has more to do with snow than actual lights." As her phone beeps, she jumps. Only when she checks it does she laugh. "I thought it was Mr. Jenkins. I should not have told you the title, he is not ready to release it yet. I can trust you though." The last is a statement as she decides it. Reading the text, she looks at him and his hand. "I have a boyfriend, Kuba...”
A world ending sigh from Kuba, over acting it up, but it’s a sigh. "Really?" His lip pouts just a little. All that about having his back, reading the books, even about the title - it’s the last bit, the weight of a thousand souls on his heart, tormented, Dante's 7th inferno unleashed upon him. Crushed. Not just adult crush it seems, one step more. Then he grins a little, not deterred, "Okay, on a level of 1 to Serious, where does this boyfriend thing actually rate? Like you pass notes in the halls, you changed your status on FB? Or is this full on, sending holiday cards to each other's family? What, it’s not Mr. Jenkins is it?" This is a fairly serious question, though he's hardly serious it seems. He skips ahead again, turns and walks backwards, not tripping on things, he looks behind to make sure of that, "And we're still good for go karts right?"
His reaction startles her and Ceara motions towards the curb where a taxi is waiting. The question catches her off guard. How serious was it, really? "I...” she cannot answer what she cannot know for herself.” He has not met my family, I have changed nothing on facebook. Pass notes? There is no note passing." Bemused, she shakes her head, "His name is Atlas. He is a jeweler." There is another motion towards the cab, "My taxi is waiting."
She is going for a cab, but she took time to answer his question too. Kuba grins a little, see, there is hope. "That sounds rather ... exciting." Atlas, the jeweler, said in a voice indicating how boring it sounds to him, almost like sand in his mouth. "I'd write you notes. I can fold them like football style, Chinese star style, even pointed rose style. And I'm good with doodles, never had a fun note like one from me. So there, you go, go karts and a cute note. It'll have fun things, like how fun you are, I'll let you know what I did in auto body class, some regular school gossip stuff."
"He is a nice guy, he really is." Ceara assures him, looking at him askance for saying it like he has. "You write notes, fold them and send them as you like, I am in the phone book." She is humoring him, she is not in the phone book. "Have a good day Kuba." She backs away carefully before she rushes for the cab and ducks inside.
Opening mouth to say more, she is gone, like a gust of wind. His mind on Ceara and how she has spurned his affection. He hangs his head. Then he kicks a rock, it hits a nearby bump in the sidewalk, comes back, hits him in the shin. Injury to insult. He sighs again, to himself.
(Camera comes back up on Martine in a sassy pink sun dress standing in front of the rose garden)
“Wow talk about not taking no for an answer!” Her smile is positively malicious as though she took some personal joy in Kuba´s failure even though he is a celebrity nobody. “And that just goes to show you, if you want to keep something a secret, don´t tell a ditzy playmate even if she has used her boobs to land a job in the local library. What’s the expression, you can take the girl out of the strip club…I can´t remember how it goes…but let’s all look forward to the new Thriller by Brandon Jenkins', Whiteout! Perhaps he should have used more whiteout on what he chose to reveal to April May instead of wasting it all on her cleavage…as it were.” She shakes a naughty finger at the camera. “That will teach you Mr. Jenkins. I´m Martine Sajani and this…..is Celebrity Gossip!”
April May´s alterego, "Ceara Carrick", hiding out as a librarian at UCP. We are not fooled.
