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| Punk'd In The Park | |
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| Participants | Lucille, Alex, Ashton Kutcher? |
| Synopsis | Alex meets someone who claims to not know who he is. The Nerve! |
| Location | Central Park |
| Time | January 2016 |
| Posted By | Alex |
It's the morning after Lucille has been invited to the Xavier Institute, but she just wanted to go back to the city. She had to get the rest of her stuff from her apartment. Tie up so loose ends, but first she's taking a walk in Central Park. Dressed in a pair of tight dark jeans along with a dark red tank top, a dark brown leather jacket covers her torso area and black boots thump on the ground as she walks.
One fingerless gloved hand goes through her long wavy hair and she smiles up towards the sky. She's in a pretty good mood, she's found a group of mutants.. not just that.. but some her age!
The young teleporter eats a power bar, seeing as she teleported a bit this morning.
"Cowabunga!"
Well, it's not a Ninja Turtle. It's the next best thing: Alex Masters. The Great One. He doesn't seem to be particularly worried about too much of anything this morning since he's out for a morning skate. And the fact of the matter is that he's having too much fun in this city. Which is why he's airborne right now, fingers gripping the end of his board (which says: ~ So High ~ underneath the bottom, by the way) and spinning in what would probably be slow motion if this was a television show. But it's not.
With a skidding clunk, the wheels of his board hit the pathway and Alex tosses his hair and raises a hand to pump his fist. "Hell yeah! And he lands it! Oh my god! Is he the greatest?! Yes! Yes he is!" As the board coasts along, Alex cups his hands around his mouth to alter his voice a little, "Tony Hawk says this Alex Masters is amazing." Oh brother.
The young woman hears the skater behind her, and as she turns her head to look behind her shoulder she notices that the guy is speeding towards her.. except he's not stopping. Too busy fist-pumping? So with a narrowed gaze that quickly changes to surprise, Lucille jumps out of the way and returns to glaring to Alex. "Watch it!" she says to the man before shoving her hands in the pockets of the leather jacket. "Doubt Tony Hawk den said that to ya." She says softly, but he might as heard her.
Alex may or may not really care that he was about to run over people. He is, after all, Alex Masters. There's no reason for him to care about much of anything. He's having too much fun. But then again, when isn't he having fun? Still coasting, Alex has to put his foot down and stop the board from going too much further. Mostly because he can't believe someone had the audacity to try and call him on anything that he's claimed. He stops and hops off his board, kicking it up into his hand and turning to look over his shoulder at the interloper. "Babe. I have lunch with Tony Hawk three times a month. We're buds. He's the one who taught me how to skate." Explanation given, he flashes a big ol' smile. Because he feels ever so victorious. "Don't hate the player, baby. Hate the game."
"Hate wha game?" she folds her arms and tilts her head at the young star. "You learn how to skate from a pro, huh?" she circles around Alex and then comes to a stop in front of him. "Show ya moves." She says, her accent.. from somewhere, maybe down south? "Ah always wanna learn how to skate." She shrugs and puts a hand on her hip. She's bored and Alex might prove to be entertaining. Lucille hasn't recognized him from any of his work though.
"How long you been skating?" she asks with a tilt of her head.
"Since I've been awesome." is Alex's reply to the question. But then, that's just his bravado showing. In the next moment, Alex is back down to Earth. "Seriously? Maybe a few years. I met Tony at the MTV awards on year. We hit it off. And bam, I've been skating ever since. And now it's become part of my morning ritual." Alex shrugs. "Sure beats the hell outta' jogging." Alex watches some jogger pass by, "LAME!" Indeed, Alex. Lame. His eyes move back to the female that's getting all up in his personal spacial. "Skating's not for everybody though. It's a very acquired skill. You gotta' know what you're doing."
"You famous or something?" she asks as she listens to him go on about Tony Hawk and award shows. Lucille does not recognize him from anything, then again it's not like she's up watching TV all the time either. "And what make you think I can't handle it?" is that a challenge she's sensing? Lucille doesn't back down from a challenge, her ego is too big for that.
"Show me your best moves." She raises an eyebrow and nods at the skateboard as if to hurry Alex along.
"Yeah, how about, not so much? You see, being the great Alexander Masters means that I've totally got a schedule to keep. I mean, after I finish working out to make this bod look as hot as it always does, I've got to get home, get showered and shoot over to Times Square for this kick ass photoshoot with the rest of the cast. So, I don't really have time to play Skate or Die with you." Man, he talks so much. About himself. What the hell. "But! Tell you what. I can maybe see about giving Bam a call. He's not as good as Tony and I, plus he's a little weird, but I'm sure he'd love to show you his moves." And already, Alex is reaching into his pocket to grab his cell phone.
"The hot bod, eh?" Lucille snickers and runs a hand through her hair, giving Alex a amused look. Is this guy for real? "Looks like it'll have to be some other time." Luci says softly and then she's shoving her hands in her pockets, preparing to walk away. "Alex Masters.. never heard of ya." She admits. Who is Alex Masters? The guy is hot.. but is he really that big of a star? She doesn't think so if she hasn't heard of him.
"I know I've got his number in here somewhere. I just can't remember if I put it under Bam or Midget Asshole…" Alex is paying attention. Honest. Even though he's looking through his phone book at this very moment and not seeing that Lucille is starting to walk away. It's more that he could've sworn he heard her say something as stupid as…
"Whoa! Wait a minute." Alex's head shoots up from peering at the phone. "What do you mean you never heard of me?" Alex frowns and looks almost upset. Possibly even hurt. Along with confused. "Everybody's heard of Alex Masters. I mean, I'm the star of Fastlane. All three movies! And I'm bringing the kick ass comic book Havok to life on the small screen!" Alex looks around, as if this may be a joke. "Come on, you can't be serious. You guys are Punking me, right? Ashton! Ashton, get your ass out here, man!"
"Fast.. what?" she tilts her head and shakes it. "Nope, never heard of it. So you think you're a big shot?" she winks at the man and continues to walk but at a slow rate, she's not in a hurry to leave this guy. "How many movies you've done? And Havok, heard of the comic.. not the show." She shrugs and looks down at her hands as she chuckles with her back to Alex, she can tell that this man really doesn't like not being known. "Maybe when you win a Oscar or Golden Globe?"
"…I'm really starting to not like this city. It's like nobody on the East Coast owns a television. I mean, yeah, there's giant robots flying around trying to kill mutants or whatever. But seriously? Doesn't ANYBODY over here watch television? I need to talk to my press agent. No, I need a new press agent. I've been here three days and I haven't even done an interview yet. This is so not cool." The rant is just coming from Alex, even if he doesn't move to follow after Lucille. There's no reason to. He's too busy whining about not being as popular as he hoped. But then the awards are mentioned. "Hey, I'm getting there. Don't rush me. I'm waiting for the right role. Last I heard, they didn't give out Oscars for being the most badass action hero on the silver screen. They save those for foreign people who cry in their movies. LAME!" Alex gives a dismissive wave. "Whatever. It doesn't even matter. Pretty soon everyone's going to know my name. And then you'll rue this day! Whatever the hell rue means, but you'll do that to this day!"
Twisting around and walking quickly back to Alex, Lucille walks close to him and leans in. "Don't get all out of sorts, suga. It's just that you haven't done anything big enough to be noticed I guess." And then.. the thoughts of what Alex should be doing cross her mind. "Have you donated money to a charity? Do you.. help the less fortunate with your wealth?" she folds her arms, waiting for Alex's answer.
"Sugar? Is this because I'm white, but oh so sweet?" Alex doesn't even wait for an answer, as he's already stroking his chin in thought about this nickname. "Hmmm. I kinda' like that. I'll have to spread it around the Internet. See if it takes." Alex, once again, is oblivious to the words coming from Lucille's mouth, since he's already focused on himself again. But within a moment or so, his brain catches up to him and he blinks. "Wha? Oh yeah, charity. Yeah, I'm like part of fifty hundred of those things. Save the children, save the whales, save the trees… whatever. They all get a check every year. No big." Alex shrugs.
Chuckling at the young movie star, Lucille looks up towards the sky and then back towards him. "Yeah, oh so sweet, that's it." Just playing along, though she isn't sure if she should do that, he's head is so big already. "Good, it'd be a shame that ya didn't share some of that money to the people that need it." So he's not a complete asshole, that's good.
"I'm sure, one day I'll know who you are.." she winks and slides her hands up her arms. "But, ya see.. I don't have none of ya movies, so when your 'busy' schedule clears, you should show me the movies.. educate me." She says and then she's off again, but not before she writes her number down on a piece of paper and slides it into Alex's hand. "See ya round, suga."
Alex is already pocketing the number. It's just the way the cookie crumbles. Girls give him the number and his hand automatically goes into his pocket with the digits. It just happens. "Sounds like a plan." That's all Alex has to say before he's kicking his skateboard back down to the ground and he kicks off in the opposite direction. He's only coasting for a little bit before he has to ask himself a question, glancing over his shoulder to peer at the woman that's walking away. "Huh. I wonder if Brown Sugar is too racist…"
Briefly, Lucille looks over her shoulder and winks at Alex before she disappears behind one of the trees on the path and isn't seen again. Just like Alex, she's got a schedule to go by too. Just not as big and flashy as his, oh well.
