Jakylicious
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Who wants the booty because my booty is hungry. -Twerks.-
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Post by Jakylicious on Feb 23, 2015 17:42:57 GMT -8
Zombie was an actor and prop maker. Most movies he was in, created props for, since needed and request by directors and such. It was a long day, been filming half of the day and finally getting some free time and off work. He yawns a little bit, his tail twitches behind him gently. Wondering about his mother Dream, wondering if she's doing alright. He didn't like leaving his mother alone but work and traveling to go film is something that is required of him to do. Putting his hoody up, not wanting to be swarmed with fans, who ask him for autographs or picture. He loved his career, he loves acting, loves making other happy when they watch the movies he is in.
He was currently role of a main villain for a movie about chaos and control of the evil King that wish to rule over everything and fight with the protagonist on protecting the world from going into the dark side. Well that was concept of it. It's pretty interesting and he doesn't spoil anything for anyone. After all, if he spoils it, no one would watch it then. Heading into a local cafe in Whitskar, the smell of coffee and food filled his nose. "Sounds very good." He told himself, going to the counter. Asking for the special to go with hot chocolate.
Waiting for his order, his ears tucked against the inside of the hood. After all, didn't want people to notice him and realize it was Zombie. Once receiving his order, he went outside and sat down on a bench nearby. Opening the box before eating his food quietly.
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Skolly
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A rumblin' revival.
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Post by Skolly on Feb 23, 2015 23:24:57 GMT -8
A tall, dark Kolther with bright markings and long hair that fell past his shoulders waited for the cafe door to slide open. He had a brown bag brimming with just-purchased food-stuffs cradled in one arm and a large, hot drink steaming in the opposite hand. In humanoid form, his ear was pressed tightly against his shoulder, pinning a phone in place so that he may talk and carry things simultaneously. A little voice chittered away on the device, met mostly by grunts and "uh huh"s from its holder. As Moray sauntered out onto the patio the little voice said something questioning; he stopped walking and lashed his tail in mild annoyance. "What you're saying is that you want me to be there four hours earlier than I had agreed to. Yes. Yes. No, I hadn't planned on speaking at this one. I was just going to help run a booth. Yeah. Okay, I understand, but you aren't asking me; you're telling me, and these are things I need to know ahead of time." He frowned and sighed through his nose, rolling his eyes.
Moray sat down on the bench in front of him, mumbling a gentle "excuse me" to its sole occupant before placing his groceries at his feet and setting his drink off to one side. Now comfortable, he grasped the phone in his hand and slumped forward, again listening. "Alright. Alright! If you'll just slow down for a moment...You're listening? Okay, great. You can slot me for speaking, but I'm not coming in early. I'll have to prepare something for this in that time-frame. I don't want to hear it; you've done this twice now. Yes, I know it's for a good cause, that's why I keep coming back," he finished with a chuckle, "yeah, I'll see you then. Bye." Moray hung up the phone with a quick press, then slumped backwards, throwing his arms over the bench's backing. He let out an exasperated noise, and flicked a pair of sunglasses down over his eyes. "What's so hard about getting it right the first time?" he said aloud.
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Jakylicious
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Who wants the booty because my booty is hungry. -Twerks.-
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Post by Jakylicious on Feb 24, 2015 13:05:19 GMT -8
Zombie enjoying his lunch, chewing on the delicious food. The special was amazing, the meat is moist and just perfect. Taking a sip of his drink and swallows. Glad he has two days off, so able to have some free time for himself and maybe work on his personal project or continue to write script for his own movie he wants to make some point. Still need ideas, maybe life of a family? Something simple. Maybe based off of his own past. Tapping his chin with his free hand idly. Then a individual sat down on the other side of the bench talking into the phone, seeming frustrated and annoyed what it seems like.
Looking at the male with his bright cyan colored eyes staring at him before parting his lips and spoke. "Work problem?" He asked him with a raised brow, merely wondering and curious. Finishing his lunch and throws it in the trash bin that was next to the bench. Sipping more of his drink, before holding it near his lap. Watching as individual pass, well at least they didn't recognize him. Last time went to the store and his hoody fell....got hoarded by fans and it was a nightmare.
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Skolly
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A rumblin' revival.
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Post by Skolly on Feb 24, 2015 21:27:03 GMT -8
Moray stared off at nothing in particular behind his shades, as his bench-mate politely inquired about the phone call. After a few moments of pause his body relaxed and he replied. "In a way. Just a fundraiser coordinator that doesn't know how to coordinate." Blindly reaching over to his side and feeling around for a couple of frustrating seconds, his fingers found the warmth of his beverage once again. The tired Kolther raised it to his lips and took a long drink.
“You got today’s special,” he continued after a while. He recognized the smell. “I’ve got a pretty good nose, and I’ve been here a number of times. How’d you like it?” He took another deep draft of his tea. Moray wasn’t one for small-talk, but sharing a public seat was typically an awkward experience for both parties. The idea of not continuing the conversation felt more bizarre than moving forward with it. He blinked slowly and lazily turned his head in the stranger’s direction.
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