Mr. Blurryface | Post Fairy Trial | Semi-private

[possessedbygreeed]

Who: Shingo Izumi, Ankh, maybe a helpful fellow rescuer
What: A Hard Day's Night meets Freaky Friday maybe. A facetwin and fangirls don't mix well.
When: Post Fairy Trial, early afternoon
Where: A mall near Virgo HQ, near a big record store.
Warnings: Ankh curses a lot.



Following Fairy Trial, Shingo decided to try to keep a closer eye on Ankh, when his work schedule allowed. Today, Ankh was doing a promo event at a mall not far from HQ. He was pretty sure he would have enough time on his lunch break to go down there, check it out and get a look at him to see how he was doing. To see if that hand of his was doing that twitchy business on a regular basis, or if that was a one-off thing.

He had traded his uniform shirt for a light blue one, with a somewhat oversized jacket. He didn't want to take the chance of setting him off like he had at the event, so he pulled on a baseball cap and kept his sunglasses on, even when he got inside the mall.

Shingo made his way to the center concourse outside the record store where the event was happening. It wasn't set to start for at least another 15 minutes, but already there was a massive throng of fans, mostly young girls, in a long, winding, line up to a small stage with the cover to Ankh's solo release was on a big poster behind a table.

As he'd been taking all this in, he bumped into someone in the crowd. "Oh, excuse me," he said automatically. He went on his way, and the way the girl he'd bumped into said "Waitaminute," made him glance back.

That was a mistake. "It is!" she said, her face lighting up. She hurried to close the gap between them again.

Shit.

"Please, I gotta have an autograph, they already cut the line off, please!" she started rooting around in her purse for something.

"You've got the wrong idea," Shingo tried to convince her.

"No way! I'd know that jawline anywhere!" Finally, she had produced a CD case and a marker and was pushing it toward him.

Ankh, what kind of fans have you earned? "No, really, I'm not--" they were starting to draw some attention. This was bad. Really bad. He had to defuse this now or it was going to get really messy.

He had training for this, somewhat. Trying to defuse a situation before things got out of hand. "Listen, I know you're excited to see him, but I'm not who you think I am."

"Please!" another girl was insisting, now. That was two--no, three, people that thought he was Ankh. And the small group was steadily growing. He needed a plan. He needed one of Ankh's plans.

All of a sudden, a hand was snatching his sunglasses off from behind. "It is him!" said the first girl, who seemed to have become a kind of ringleader of this little disaster. Someone else was tugging on his hair like it was a wig.

And then there was the screaming, the piercing, fangirl, screaming, which he had only ever heard reserved for boybands before this. Before now, he considered it some harmless, ridiculous thing he would never understand about young girls. But now, it was just terrifying.

So he did the only thing that came to mind to do: he ran. He found a gap in the group and ran as fast as he could. His height helped him get a lead, but the girls were quickly egging on their cohorts and his lead was evaporating as more people joined in.

He had to find someplace to hide, and fast. He had his Virgo credentials on him, maybe he could flash it quick enough for the guy to not realize he wasn't a part of the crew for this. He ran all the way around the outer ring of the concourse, until he saw a tented-off area. But things were about to get worse. Ankh was being lead out from the cordoned-off area by some security and event staff, toward the stage. And their route was about to cross Shingo's.

"Run!" he shouted in advance, but he was pretty sure the chaos behind him more than spoke for itself.

((OOC: Please poke me if you're interested in helping out, rescuers!))

Comments

[connivingbird]

He really wasn't a fan of this sort of thing. Granted, Ankh wasn't a fan of a lot of things these days, but he did what the manager said to do even if there was a little sneer to his lips while doing it. He was never sure if the manager was paying attention, but he knew that if he started acting too cheerful that they would know something was wrong, just like they would know if something was wrong if he acted too hostile. He didn't want his bandmates to get hurt if he did try to rebel, so he just played along and fumed to himself.

The manager bowed out after making sure Ankh showed up for makeup and go over the event with the staff. He grumbled a little about having to sign a bunch of CDs and smile, but otherwise let them paint him up and spent a few minutes going over the so-called highlights of the fan meet before heading outside. Already the high pitched screaming was getting on his nerves and he wished for an aspirin or ten as they emerged from the tent only to see that chaos has struck.

Rather, his lookalike had appeared and made the fans freak out.

He blinked, got behind the bulk of the bodyguards, and cursed loudly in a language that shouldn't exist any more - the old tongues slid off his lips easily these days, but when working on the solo stuff, he added a few here and there making it appear like he only picked it up for effect. The staff was also trying to diffuse the situation, but, the human wall was not going to last long. His Cores burned as they slid in their gaudy disguises along his right arm as it twitched and reached out in an attempt to grab that Shingo character.

"Idiot!" Yelling at him felt way too familiar. "You're going to get killed!"