☆TRACK IIX: BETTER TO PRETEND PT. 2

[interdimanagers]

Who: Royals, Heroes, and Rebels.
What: Hit gameshow series “Fairy Trial” is celebrating one of its anniversaries, and it’s invited you onboard. Check out the OOC post for IC match ups!
When: March 21st.
Where: Sevetop Entertainment’s studio.
Warnings: Mingle log mystery bag.

“Every prince is a fantasy, The witch is inside of me. Her poison will wash away the memory.” ☆BETTER TO PRETEND The day has finally come for Fairy Trial filming to begin! No matter if they’ve arrived by limo or taken the bus, everyone involved gets star treatment as the makeup and costume departments go wild with the models they’ve been given. At least Sevetop has good accomodations. While it’s a chaotic and crowded scene, everyone still manages to fit in the two buildings Sevetop has dedicated for Fairy Trial’s purposes in this area. It’s one of the only points today that anyone will have a chance to everyone else. After all, once everyone involved in a particular challenge is done with, they’re hurried out the door and to their particular destination. Every challenge has a different area it takes place in, after all. For some pair ups, they’ll find themselves merely being escorted to another set on Sevetop’s huge property. Others will find themselves being escorted to some very classy transportation and taken outside of Vista City to special obstacle courses that simply wouldn’t fit anywhere else. On the bright side, once the actual filming is done no matter the location, the crew involved seems to relax considerably. Whether they’ve done great or not, Heroes and Royals are treated to dinner and a change out of their costumes. Good job, everyone. “We kill the lights and put on a show. It's all a lie, but you'd never know. The star will shine, And then it will fall, And you will forget it all.”

Comments

[sharktrash]

[ Okay, now it's turning upside down. ]

One; I'm not fucking addicted. [ Yeah, yeah he probably is. ] Two; what fucking help are you talking about? I don't need any of that.

[iitrebel]

[In response, Artolo just takes out his phone, snaps a picture, and turns it around.]

This is your face, on crack, 24/7.

[sharktrash]

VOOOOIIII!!

[ He just might be trying to slap that phone out of your hands, Art. ]

That's just my fucking face, it doesn't prove anything!

[iitrebel]

[A squawk, and he fumble to get it before it hits the ground.]

Did you take a look at your face?

[sharktrash]

Every fucking day. [ He bares his teeth at him. ] Hot as always.

[ But wait, maybe the annoying little shit had a reason to randomly bring it up. Sure, he takes precautions not to damage himself, but smaller shit could still happen, so he lifts his good hand and presses the back against his nose to see if he's not bleeding. ]

[ Nah, nothing, so he glares at the pipsqueak more. ]

[iitrebel]

[Squalo, he's a lanky piece of shit, you will have to be taller to look down on him. Now, him, with his phone in hand, can do that pretty fine all on his own.]

Yeah, really hot on the days you have white powder around your nose, sure.

[sharktrash]

[ Well sorry your Wiki sucks and doesn't give basic stats. And he's plenty tall, thanks. Also he can look down on anyone no matter their size, so. It's a talent. ]

Who the fuck do you take me for? I don't leave the fucking bathroom until I look flawless.

[ ...did he also just basically admit to taking it, though. Kinda. ]

[iitrebel]

[hate the canon, man]

So you take it.

[Jackass. both of them, honestly]

[sharktrash]

[ well damn it ]

-- VVOOOOIIII!!!

[ TRYING TO KICK ART IN THE BALLS ]

[iitrebel]

[Fortunately (???), this is not the first time someone has tried to kick Art in the balls, and he jerks a leg into the line of fire fairly quickly. It's still enough to nearly make him go flying backwards, however.]

Ha! Dumbass cumbucket!

[Yeah, he's trying to haul his skinny ass outta there.]

[sharktrash]

[ SUCH FORTUNE. Squalo's not letting him slip away, though, he's making a grab for his hair and everything. ]

You wanna fuckin repeat that?!

[iitrebel]

[There's another screech as his fluff of hair is grabbed, and Art retaliates as one hand reaches back to grab some of Squalo's own long atrocity. His other hand is trying to beat away Squalo's.]

Cumbucket, fuckface!

[sharktrash]

[ Alright, if there's one thing he hates, it's being called a slut. His grip doesn't budge, and instead he's using it to try and smash Art's face into the nearest surface which might be a table or a wall or someone's plate. ]

[ He's pretty damn strong for how he looks. More so than last time they brawled under the table. ]

[iitrebel]

[Well.]

[Fuck.]

[Good thing he switched out for colored contacts instead of his sunglasses for this particular bout of contract fuckery, or this would probably be way worse than it is. Not that Art is really happy with his face being slammed into a wall, as might be evident by the loud cursing.]

[His brain shoves aside the brief notice of improved strength, instead kicking into instinct as he snarls. His grip on Squalo's hair has tightened if anything, and he gives what he has a hard tug while kicking back at his knees.]

[sharktrash]

[ There's a loud growl at the yank, and he tries to jump back from the kick. It still hits, though maybe not as hard as it was intended, and his grip falters for a moment before he tries to smash the asshole into the wall again. ]

[iitrebel]

[Just long enough of a falter for Art to twist around a bit, although it doesn't stop him from getting smashed into the wall. The world spins, but he reacts on instinct, aiming his free fist towards Squalo's throat.]

[sharktrash]

[ Damn -- ]

[ Without thinking of the consequences, he uses his still free hand to catch that fist and clamp down on it. That hand is the metal one and will likely feel like pliers and definitely not like flesh and blood. ]

[iitrebel]

[No, seriously, what the fuck is with people and weird arms lately. Despite the pain that makes him snarl, Art still manages to find time to think about that.]

[...Then again, maybe it's helped by the fact that security is suddenly on the scene, pulling them apart.]

Break it up!

[sharktrash]

Fuck off! Let go!

[ Still, several robots security goons are stronger than one Squalo, so he's forced to let go and they're pulled apart. ]

[ He'll be yelling a lot more swearwords at Artolo, but the security's not gonna leave until they head separate ways, so that's probably that. ]

[iitrebel]

[One of these days, security will stop interrupting their bullshit.]

[That will also probably be the day Art gets choked out, but hey.]

[Enjoy that parting string of swearing right back as he's literally carted away to get his dumb outfit tidied up again.]