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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 4, 2008 12:30:58 GMT -4
On assignment.
Bobby sat miserably in a chair at JFK International Airport. His shoulders were stooped, his head was drooped, and the guy next to him smelled like he just pooped.
He wrinkled his nose and looked over just in time to make eye contact with the derelict. "Dude, seriously!"
Getting up out of his seat, he adjusted his camera around his neck and tried to move to a less smelly location. Guido had sent him here to snap off some photos of airlines or flight attendants or something. He couldn't remember.
A smoking hot one was prancing by with her short skirt and bouncy girl parts. Bobby followed her with the camera and snapped off several shots. "Oh yeah, work it baby!"
(tag: Lorna)
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Post by greenbean on Dec 4, 2008 19:23:50 GMT -4
Lorna was not a happy camper.
Her flight had been hell - HELL! She'd had to fly coach, for one thing, because she was trying to keep a low profile. Add to the fact the flight was late, the seats cramped, and the food craptacular.
She was dressed appropriately for her incognito traveling - jeans and a t-shirt, sneakers, and a baseball cap, out the back of which streamed a long, green pony tail. It was the only identifier that she couldn't really hide easily. She'd even gone without make-up and bought a duffle bag to replace her suitcases to complete the look.
She was herded off the plane with the rest of the passengers, and she stepped away from the throng of people as they entered the terminal. Green eyes scanned the cavernous building, trying to orient herself. Baggage claim, connecting flights... ah, transportation. Perfect.
Bag slung over her shoulder, eyes focused on the ground to make herself even less conspicuous, Lorna trekked through the long corridor of JFK, looking to make her way to the taxi stand. She was almost home-free. Another few minutes, and she could relax.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 5, 2008 8:21:14 GMT -4
Bobby snapped off several rounds of photos as he walked backwards through JFK with his eyes glued to the screen. Yes. That chick definitely worked out. One time he'd seen a pair of jeans with the word 'Bootilicious' written across the butt and he wasn't so sure they belonged on the girl who was wearing him. He remembered distinctly wanting to get her out of those jeans.
They belonged on this one-
"Oof." Bobby turned around indignantly to see who had run into him. "Hey watch where you're-" The fact that this was another hottie was the first thing that caught his eye, and he stopped where he was in mid sentence as he gave her the glance over from head to toe and then from the other toe up to her head again.
Green eyes looked back at him and green...hair?
She was looking kind of like someone not wanting to make a scene and the rusty wheels began to turn inside of Bobby's brain. Recognition finally caught up and he opened his mouth to speak as he pointed at the princess.
"No waaay!"
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Post by greenbean on Dec 5, 2008 19:57:10 GMT -4
Lorna was so busy trying not to attract attention that she'd stopped paying attention to where she was going. Which was why she hadn't seen the young man before it was too late. They collided, and Lorna stumbled back a step.
Immediately, her gaze snapped up and she opened her mouth to rip a strip off the idiot who'd stopped right in front of her - but then she remembered the role she was trying to play.
"Sorry," she muttered, the word tasting bad in her mouth. As her gaze dropped again, she noticed that he held... oh crap. A camera. He wasn't a reporter, was he? Somebody more inclined to recognize her than the average bear would be?
Looking up again, she could practically see the hamster running on its exercise wheel in his head as he stared at her. Gritting her teeth, Lorna ducked her head and made to step around the gaping buffoon, when it happened.
"No waaay!"
Shaking her head, she tried to ignore him, shifting the bag on her shoulder as she tried to move around him. But he seemed intent on standing in her way.
"You've got me confused with someone else," she muttered, her voice low and tone clearly irritated.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 6, 2008 14:07:27 GMT -4
Bobby had met the other princess before, and this one he'd been in the same room with a number of times. It was one of the perks of being all in the press and junk. She tried to play it off, looking away and ducking her green eyes down, but Bobby was nobody's fool. He was a freelancer, after all, and a photographer never forgets a face.
Or a rack like that, because daaamn!
"You've got me confused with someone else," she said as she tried to make it past him. Bobby moved in for the intercept and shook his head.
"Whatever you say," and then he leaned in for a whispered, "Your Majesty."
Well, wasn't this just the little predicament they were in? Yes indeedy.
"I have an idea," he said as the words 'exclusive' flashed in his mind and he envisioned Guido giving him that promotion he so totally deserved. "How about we go have a little talk over a chili dog or something?"
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Post by greenbean on Dec 7, 2008 19:56:36 GMT -4
"Whatever you say," and then he leaned in for a whispered, "Your Majesty."
Lorna's eyes flashed with annoyance. He wasn't going to let it go, apparently. Stupid, stupid boy. She graced him a glare that had been finely honed to send people running.
"I have an idea," he said.
"That must've hurt," she murmured, eyes darting around for an escape.
"How about we go have a little talk over a chili dog or something?"
Jaw clenched in frustration, Lorna refocused on the boy before her. He had that look, a look that said he was going to harass her mercilessly until she relented - or make her life a living hell. She considered just blasting him through the nearest wall, but that definitely wouldn't have been the best way to stay off the radar.
"Are you giving me a choice?" she asked dryly. She wasn't used to be given orders, and she certainly didn't like being given ultimatums - especially not from some junior sleaze reporter. If he so much as pointed the camera in her direction, she'd destroy it. Crush it like a pop can and make him regret ever having tried to play her.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 7, 2008 22:05:09 GMT -4
Bobby was pretty satisfied with himself right about now. This was going so well, and he was just sure that Guido would be totally proud of him when he landed this insightful, in depth and incisive exclusive interview with the little princess girl. She gave him a look that told him he was treading on thin ice, but thin ice was his middle name.
Actually, it was his last name. Not really his last name, but he sort of adopted the whole Bobby Ice thing because it made him sound bad, and it you know, went along with the whole powers thing. And it was tough. Bobby Ice. Don't mess around.
"Are you giving me a choice?"
Bobby shrugged. "We could go for pizza instead. You're buying after all."
He grinned triumphantly as he led the way over to a little airport bistro in about as out of the way of a place as he could find. "I'm glad you agreed," he said confidentially over to her as they stood in line. "I'd have hated it, but I would have started bowing and worshipping you if you hadn't."
The sweaty man behind the counter raised his brows and Bobby stepped forward. "I'd like a twelve incher."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 8, 2008 7:18:55 GMT -4
The boy shrugged at her question. "We could go for pizza instead. You're buying after all."
Lorna barely resisted the urge to facepalm. That wasn't what she'd meant, so either he was being purposely obtuse, or he was honestly an idiot.
She didn't know which she was hoping for.
"Fine," Lorna forced out through gritted teeth. Her entire body was tense as she followed the reporter through the terminal.
"I'm glad you agreed," he said confidentially over to her as they stood in line. "I'd have hated it, but I would have started bowing and worshipping you if you hadn't."
"And then you would have died," Lorna informed him, the sweet tone belying the truth of the words. Well, okay, maybe she wouldn't have killed him, but he'd have been in a world of hurt. Might've taken him a few days to regain consciousness.
Lorna didn't much feel like eating, especially not when she looked at the meager selection offered at the restaurant (and she used the term loosely) the reporter had selected.
"I'd like a twelve incher."
A delicate green eyebrow arched beneath the brim of her cap. Countless quips whirled through her mind, but she kept herself from voicing any of them. Though only just barely. She had to be on guard - couldn't give this reporter any ammunition.
She hadn't been planning on ordering anything, but her stomach grumbled at the smell of food. She'd probably regret it later, but...
"Fries and a chocolate milkshake, please," she requested. It would be better that what little food she'd managed to choke down on the plane.
She paid for their food and they wove their way through the crowds to an out-of-the-way table. Lorna set down her food and gracefully lowered herself into a chair, then regarded the reporter steadily.
"So, you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I have absolutely no idea who you are."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 8, 2008 22:49:52 GMT -4
"I like 'em big and juicy," he grinned at Princess Lorna as the man handed him his wiener. And nothing really said New York like a big chili dog. While Lorna ordered and paid, he slathered relish on the top and fixed himself a drink from the soda fountain. Before he knew it they were sitting in the booth. Bobby took a huge bite, chili slopping out of the sides of the bun and onto his chin while he chewed.
Hot. HOT!
"So, you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I have absolutely no idea who you are."
Molten cheese and bean sauce scalded the roof of his mouth and Bobby gasped and gaped crudely for cool air with a mouth full of half chewed cud before he could even think about answering. Grabbing his soda he slurped it until it was spilling down the sides of his cheeks and onto his shirt.
"Holy crap that's hot," he said at last. And then, "Bobby's the name. Bobby Drake, with...the press." Better not give out anything that might haunt him. Like his name. His face fell. And then he perked up again.
"Sooo...traveling in disguise, huh? Why so secretive, Your Highnyess?"
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Post by greenbean on Dec 9, 2008 0:34:54 GMT -4
The hotdog gorging freak opposite her was busy stuffing his face, but apparently he'd misjudged the temperature. Lorna screwed up her face in a look of utter disgust, turning away from him and shielding her eyes from the revolting display as he opened his mouth and poured in half his drink.
"Oh my god," she breathed, leaning as far back from him as possible.
"Holy crap that's hot," he said at last.
"You're repulsive."
"Bobby's the name. Bobby Drake, with...the press."
Lorna arched an eyebrow at him as she took a sip of her milkshake... which was surprisingly good. Just 'the press'. No particular publication or station. Freelancer, probably. Which was the worst kind - always looking for that story that would be their big break, their ticket to the big leagues.
"Sooo...traveling in disguise, huh? Why so secretive, Your Highnyess?"
Oh, he just got more and more annoying the more he talked. Green eyes narrowed slightly. "To avoid journalist parasites," she stated pointedly.
Then she sighed and shook her head, eyes searching the ceiling for some kind of reprieve. None was forthcoming.
"Sometimes... sometimes it's just nice to be able to go somewhere and not be noticed," she admitted finally. It was a fairly safe answer. It was even mostly honest, which was something. Lorna glanced at Drake. "Why are you stalking the airport?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 9, 2008 1:10:27 GMT -4
"To avoid journalist parasites."
Bobby stopped chewing as he caught the obvious barb, and then he had to smile. Totally deserved that one!
"Sometimes... sometimes it's just nice to be able to go somewhere and not be noticed," Princess Lorna continued in a moment of sincerity. Bobby looked at her like she'd lost her marbles.
"You're kidding, right?"
Bobby loved attention. He loved people paying attention to him. He wouldn't go so far as to say that he needed it, but he would say that it made things a whole lot sweeter sometimes. Lorna, however, was busy checking him out.
"Why are you stalking the airport?"
With a touch of a finger to his nose, Bobby grinned knowingly. "Following my journalistic instincts," he lied. "You see, I just knew there was a story here today. I could feel it." He was nodding now. "Just like I suspect that there's more going on than you want to share about why you were out of town."
Bobby tipped his brows at her and smiled knowingly...again. "Come on," he said, "off the record. Was it Princess Katherine? She seems like she might be a little high maintenance. And Wanda?" He just whistled, not really elaborating on what that meant. "I always pegged you for the cool one."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 9, 2008 22:15:28 GMT -4
"You're kidding, right?"
Lorna rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't understand. "Try being in the spotlight all the time. It gets old after a while. Believe me."
Not that it usually bothered her, just every once in a while, she wanted to disappear into the scenery.
"Why are you stalking the airport?"
"Following my journalistic instincts," he lied. "You see, I just knew there was a story here today. I could feel it." He was nodding now. "Just like I suspect that there's more going on than you want to share about why you were out of town."
She didn't say anything, simply picked up a French fry and popped it into her mouth, chewing it slowly.
"Come on," he said, "off the record. Was it Princess Katherine? She seems like she might be a little high maintenance. And Wanda?" He just whistled, not really elaborating on what that meant. "I always pegged you for the cool one."
He thought he was cute, clearly. He was used to the grin getting him what he wanted. Well, she was going to have to disappoint him.
"I'm not new to this," Lorna informed him, glaring at him across the table. "There's no such thing as 'off the record'. So you can save that line for someone who might actually bite."
She didn't want to think about Wanda. Anything but Wanda, really. That was one sore spot she didn't want poked.
So, not intending to make this easy for the reporter- er, Bobby - she leaned back in her seat and watched him carefully as she took another sip of her shake. She wasn't going to offer him squat.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 10, 2008 1:04:54 GMT -4
"I'm not new to this," Princess Lorna said coldly as she gave him a stony look across the table. "There's no such thing as 'off the record'. So you can save that line for someone who might actually bite."
Uh oh. He really didn't have a plan of attack here. Bobby took another bite while he thought about it, and she was eating her food and watching him while he ate his food and watched her. The first one that talked was the loser.
"So...it's Wanda, isn't it? Come on, you can tell me."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 10, 2008 7:11:42 GMT -4
Engaged in their little game of stare-down, Lorna kept munching away on her fries. They were actually pretty good - and the shake was fantastic, even if it was more chemical than actual ice cream. Finally, the boy caved.
"So...it's Wanda, isn't it? Come on, you can tell me."
She gave away nothing with her expression. Really, how stupid did he think she was?
"Why aren't you intimidated by me?" she asked instead of answering, cocking her head at him slightly. Her experiences with the media was vast, and when not snapping her picture every time she so much as set foot outside, they were begging for interviews. When she granted an interview, they unfailingly treated her with respect (bordering on fear, at times).
Except this Bobby person. It was rather annoying, in a curious kind of way.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 10, 2008 8:41:44 GMT -4
"Why aren't you intimidated by me?"
Forgetting that he was the one that was supposed to be asking the questions, Bobby just kind of shrugged. "Should I be?" Of course, he probably should. But why? She was just another person deep down, right? Didn't she just put on her shoes one foot at a time?
No, she probably had someone put her shoes on for her. And probably had someone do her hair for her, and dress her, and give her a bath...
His mind went south for a second before he reigned it in.
Bobby sighed and slumped his shoulders a little while he looked at his plate. Then he looked back up at her, this time really looking. It was a moment before he spoke. "You really just want to be left alone?"
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