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i'm a cheetah on the plains/i'm a highway star

Who: Eda and YOU!
What: A day in a life of the rescuers party girl.
When: March 5th
Where: Various places in around Vista City
Warnings: It's Eda, stuff will happen, yo. :|

ONE | CAFE | grab yourself a mug 'cuz I made a fresh pot

Eda starts up her day like a lot of people in Vista City, she goes to The Daily Grind and has her coffee and breakfast there along with reading tabloids. (Pricilla’s is pretty nice, but she prefers this cafe because it's close to work and for some reason their caffeine is more... zippy than theirs.) She's relaxed at the moment, dressed for the workplace and ready to talk to some musicians.

TWO | WORK | i'm a bad dream/i'm a rad scene/i'm a tad mean

Eda's workplace is the Primal Lion Hotel, as expected it's near Pride headquarters and sees a lot of traffic from musicians, producers, various sound tech, and AR's from Pride. Eda doesn't like to toot her own horn but she thinks she's pretty good at her job. She's friendly and personable, and just rough around the edges to appeal to the people that stay here.

"Hello, and Welcome to The Primal Lion Hotel. How may I help you?"

THREE | OUTSIDE A BEAUTY SALON | break neck, trainwreck, in my presence genuflect

Eda's been meaning to do this ever since certain tabloids came out about her. She's known as 'the blonde' to most people that watch Manticore and other Pride bands and usually it's never a good thing. (Those fans are fucking crazy. Also it's a favor to Riza.) So she goes to the salon and asks for a crazy ass dye job that nearly guaranteed to put a death knell to 'the blonde' title she has : bleached to it's limit and toned to look white, even silver in certain angles, and the roots are dyed blue to contrast. Why? Cause she can. Admittedly she was a little inspired by the various 'Squalo inspired' dyes some of the Manticore fans have that she's seen around town. But usually they just went full white or silver, Eda thinks the blue roots mark her as unique.

After this long process, Eda can be found walking the street right by the beauty salon. Gladly showing it off.

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Meanwhile Eda takes it in stride. "Fitting. I happen to like Sapphire's."

We know, a lady with a red based name liking cooler colors. But hey, she didn't choose her name. (Actually she did.)

"How ya been, Sariel?"

"They would certainly match your colour scheme: might I ask what inspired this look, or was it a simple case of 'let's mix things up'?" he asks, intrigued, looking her up and down a little more thoroughly, and it starts to grow on him.

"I've been well: doing my best to stay out of trouble, not always succeeding, but finding ways to enjoy the ride when it turns wild," he replies. "And you? How has life in Vista City treated you?"

"Various silver or white haired dudes I know. I threw in the blue dye on a whim since this color is kinda popular." No thanks to you and Squalo.

"Pretty ok I guess." Aside from some tabloid issues.

"Hmm! taking up the new trend in hair colour, but putting your own slant on it? I like that: it's one thing to follow a trend, but to take a trend and put your stamp on it, that's a better way to follow it, rather than blindly taking it up," he says, with a smile of approval. Then with a bow, he adds, "If I'm a part of that inspiration, then I'm honoured."

A raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head and he asks, "Ahhh, okay aside from the less scrupulous publications printing photos that they've no right to have? I'd seen some of them: it can be hard to avoid, even when you're in the middle of it."

"Fans are crucifying me online. I don't understand to be honest." Eda shakes her head.

"Hrrrmf," he rumbles, sympathetically. "Bad enough that my life is under a microscope with the public eye staring into it, you don't need to go through that as well. I'm sorry they're ganging up on you behind your back like that."

"It's cool. Most of them ain't got no life anyway." Then again, Eda is slightly intimidating,

"Mmmmrrmf, yes, living vicariously through the people whom they read about in the rag magazines: people with humdrum lives and dry day jobs and little imagination - or imaginations they've repressed for one reason or another - and so to compensate, they dream of what our lives might be like," he drawls, rummaging in his pocket for the case containing his e-cig and flicking it on, taking a pull from it. "If they knew the reality of life as a Big Name Musician, they would feel compassion for us, not obsession.

"Sorry for the rant: it's something that gets under my skin." A glance to his guard standing at a reasonable near distance, he adds, "And it would make the presence of my keeper a little less necessary, so they don't have to be the fifth wheel when we meet."

"Or extremely insecure people that can't stand to see their fave with another person. It's really fucked up." She says this calmly though.

Haters gonna hate and fans gonna fan, what can you do?

"Always a third or a fourth or any number of options? It's what keeps people from being dull creatures, I suppose," he says, his gaze lowered, then lifting it to look into her face. "You are a frank woman, you call it as it is," he adds, with a warmth and a hint of appreciation.

"I think it's the only way ya gotta do it or else you don't anything at all." Or if it's important.

"I wish that more people could follow that way, or at least that more people in this business could follow it," he admits. "I suppose... that might take away some of the magic, yet I have my days when I could stand to have a bit more honesty in my world. But, if I might entertain the notion, you bring that honesty into my world."

He might lean in slightly, and if allowed, he'll kiss her cheek gently, lightly, but there's a hunger for a fiercer kiss...

At the kiss, Eda smirks a bit. "You sweet on me, little Angel?"

"I'm fond of you... sweet on you? Perhaps a bit. Perhaps a bit more than a bit," he admits, a little hesitant, as if trying to figure out how to frame this. Has he started to feel this kind of feeling too soon in their relationship? Can one even call it a relationship? "Is it too soon to admit to this?"

"Ease yer wings angel boy. I ain't lookin' for a relationship." I'm supposed to save you. Still she leans in, smirk still on her face. "You gonna give me a kiss?"

"Nor am I, not really, nothing beyond friends with benefits, if you're open to entertaining the notion," he admits. Then with a raised eyebrow, he adds, "Ease my wings - I like that turn of phrase, and I'll try to follow it."

On her request, he smiles and leaning in, if allowed, he'll put a hand behind her head, tilting his head, and lays his lips against hers, gently but with a firmness to it...

"I don't mind. Just be discreet."

She allows the kiss, leaning into it. Looks like more of a opportunity for Pride secrets.

"I can be the soul of discretion: It won't be easy, though, but there are ways," He says, with a glance to his guard, who's kept an impassive eye on them, glancing around from time to time.

He might pull away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers gently. "Perhaps... we should meet again in a more discreet location or... take this to said discreet location?"

"Know of any places? Because I'd follow you." Also opportunities to learn about what Pride does.

"There's a hotel near a club that I've played in: I've something of an agreement with the hotel owner, since the club manager is his nephew," he says, glancing around without turning his head, as if he's had practice doing this. "I could go on ahead and at some reasonable distance, you could follow me and my...minder." He says this with a pointed look to his bodyguard, who remains impassive.

While following him, she may whisper to Sariel.

"Ya know you maybe wanna... lose this guy?"

He might lean in to her, face close to her ear, his arm around her waist, making it as personable and lover-like as possible to anyone observing.

"We can try: he's hard to shake off, but if we can succeed, you're a more clever person than I am," he says in a low voice.

"I just don't want this dude following us everywhere we go." Eda whispers back.

"That would make two of us. Hmmmm," he says, the gears turning in his head as he glances about the shops and side streets around them, looking for an exit, the easier the better, but not so easy that their suit-wearing babysitter won't be on their heels in a trice.

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