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Post by Marc on Jan 13, 2006 20:27:35 GMT -5
Marc sighed, his blonde hair being tossed effortlessly by the winter wind as it poured through the snowy park. The light winds carried the small drifts of snow far, making snowy illusions in the park, as Marc slouched on a bench, relaxed.
His life had never been this relaxed before, and he was glad now that he finally had a chance to let go and be free. For the past few months, he had known nothing but freedom, and a lack of responsibility and stress. And love. He experienced true love for the first time too.
He now fingered the ring that was dangling on a chain hanging around his neck; his christmas present from his true love. Pulling the ring up, so he could look at it, Marc smiled, and read the name that was engraved on it, the name that he so greatly cherished.
Elizabeth
He smiled, and sighed, looking around. Sure, he was pretty relaxed, but something was setting his emotions off a little bit. He felt almost... uneasy. He shrugged it off, not paying attention to it, and watched the snow with his sapphire eyes. What could possibly go wrong with his life now?
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Post by Makoto on Jan 13, 2006 20:29:10 GMT -5
(Replying. Please Nobody post)
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Post by Elizabeth on Jan 15, 2006 11:36:18 GMT -5
(Just watching)
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Post by Makoto on Jan 28, 2006 17:54:44 GMT -5
It was a miserable day. The snow was blinding, as the wind whipped it about the Roanoke Park, leaving large wispy clouds of snow dancing upon the drifts of wind. It was a windy, but beautiful sunny day in the middle of winter, but it was blistering cold. The sun was shining beautifully, but it was so cold, that most of the people that were out were bundled tightly in many layers.
Such as one boy, who was cursing the snow and the cold, after moving from his town in California, where it seemed always to be hot. The sun was brightly shining there too, but it was so cold down here in Roanoke, that it seemed like it was featured in Antarctica. The whole place was covered with loose snow, and the boy was not pleased. His lightly tanned hand ran through his deep brown hair, which had been spiked that morning with a large amount of gel. His azure blue eyes searched around and he shivered harshly. "Dangit it's cold..." he spat angrily, rubbing his hands together.
Makoto was searching for his long-idolized male idol, whom he had been searching for over the past months. His disappearance had shocked many fans across the world, and a search on the internet was up, trying to find their idol. As leader of the biggest fanclub for their idol, Makoto lead the search, searching every television program until he found something. It was a horse-jumping competition, something he watched every now and then because he knew that his idol had an obsession and a love for horses. It was about the winner of the competition, a girl, and her horse, Dazzling Black Swirl. As they were in the middle of the interview with her, a boy jumped out of the crowd, and hugged her, kissing her cheek, and Makoto had dropped to the floor.
That was his idol, kissing the girl that won the competition.
Makoto had tracked the girl's images online, and found out where she lived off of the competition program. Then, he set off, heading for the town where he though the girl would live, to ask her where his idol resided. Now, he was suffering the cold, with his hair spiked like his idol, and still no luck finding the girl or him.
Makoto sighed heavily, and kicked a bit of snow, following a large ball of it as it flew in the air and landed by a park bench. He was about to leave, when he saw someone sitting on the park bench. His mind told him to go and apologize at first, and then it went blank. His feet started moving automatically, his heart racing, as he came up to the bench, until he was about five feet away.
Spiked blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and the same coat that he had worn in almost all of his pictures, Makoto almost fainted. It was his idol, whom he had been searching for all this time. Instead of falling over, or introducing himself, he stayed silent for a moment, and then his voice came back. "MARC?! Marc TOSHINO?! THE POP STAR?!" he screamed, his azure eyes open wide with amazement.
(DUN DUN DUN!)
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Post by Marc on Jan 28, 2006 20:19:17 GMT -5
(Okay, I'm just going to post on this account, to make less of a hassle. ^^ )
Marc Toshino looked towards the boy who had just shouted his name to all the people in the park, who were now giving them odd looks. His eyes were a color that they hadn't been for a long time, and an expression appeared on his face that hadn't for a long time either. A cold, light blue and a shocked, angry, and scared expression. He had finally been found out, and possibly by a wanna-be that had been trailing him this whole time. His greatest fear had finally come back; he made a mental note never to distrust his gut feeling again.
Marc blinked, hard and quickly, and stared back at the boy with disbelief. With his hair spiked almost exactly like his own, Marc could only hope that this wasn't someone that had just bumped into him on his own. Roanoke was so far from everything, he had never been expected to be found or followed here. Even worse, his heart thundered in his chest, and a sweatdrop trailed the side of his cheek.
He lunged forward, clasping a hand over the boy's mouth, and looked into his azure eyes. Marc was scared, scared of being found, and even worse, scared that everyone had seen him. His thoughts trailed back to where he was, and he looked around, at the people staring. He brushed it off, and dragged the boy towards the bench, and sat him down. "Who are you? Why did you just shout that? What do you want?!" Marc asked the questions hastily and with rapid speed. He was in no mood for games, especially when Elizabeth could be coming around the corner any moment.
Makoto smiled, not so much at being handled roughly, but because he had finally found the pop star he had been looking for. Marc had sounded so shocked, Makoto was surprised he was the same person he idolized. Feeling Marc's calloused hands pull away, he smiled, and said, "You're biggest fan, Marc. I'm Makoto Perry, I've always wanted to meet you, Marc." He answered the questions just as rapidly as they were fired, and Marc looked taken aback for a moment.
Sighing, the blonde bit his lip, and then looked back towards the boy. He shook his head, in disbelief, and then scratched the back of his head with one of his hands. "But why? Why are you here?" he asked, tired already from the boy's exuberance and energy.
Makoto was eager to answer just as quickly again, "I'm taking you back to sing. I don't want you to quit, Marc, you're my idol." Marc only sighed in a reply to the boy, and then shook his head once more.
"I left that behind, Makoto," he said softly, not wanting to hurt the boy too badly, "How come you're so pressed to have me back to sing?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE THE GREATEST!" Makoto pratically yelled, leaning forward and locking eyes with Marc. His cold was forgotten now, and all he could think about was that he was now sitting face-to-face with his greatest idol. "Because you're the best in the world, and I don't want you to stop being that," he said surely.
Marc grasped the ring on his chain, to hide it from view, and squeezed softly. How was he going to get out of this mess?
(Okay Liz, your turn!)
-Under construction.-
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Post by Elizabeth on Feb 11, 2006 14:10:45 GMT -5
Just as if on cue to Marc's thoughts Elizabeth rounded the corner of the park path. She had Saya's leash in her hand, as she walked along the path looking at everything. Saya did not pull on the leash at all, she heeled right next to Liz as she was suppose to. Liz left Shizo at home beacuse the little puppy was bothering Saya, and she decided to take her out alone. Kenya was at home with Shizo, so he could have some antention. Liz knew Marc went out, but had no clue he was here, she did not see him yet.
They often stopped so Saya could sniff everything, Liz smiled and grabbed Saya's face between her hands, kissing her on the muzzle, "Your such a good dog Saya." She patted the dog, and Saya whined happily. Saya looked at the two people standing a distance away, and barked at them, her tail started to wag as she grew more excited.
"There goes being a good dog, you don't know those two people, shhhh, be quiet." Liz patted Saya's head, and went off the path, the other way. Saya calmed down as she was taken out of sight to see them. After they were away from the path, she let Saya loose, she had a ball in her pocket, and threw it for Saya.
The dog went to retrive it, and she caught a glimpse of the two, and ran to them. Liz told her no, and to come, but Saya ignored her. Liz sprinted after her, she knew Saya would not harm them.
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Post by Marc on Feb 12, 2006 14:16:42 GMT -5
Marc opened his mouth, trying to reply to Makoto, and closed it once again. He had been stumped for words, while his biggest fan sat in front of him, his eyes wide with disbelief. Marc was tongue tied, and he couldn't think of a way to quickly get out of his situation. Moving to Roanoke was to escape his life as a pop star, and he had managed to escape Roanoke without too much of a fuss from the people of Roanoke. They seemed not to have too many popstars idolized in the area, and he was glad of that. He wasn't chased around by idiotic pop-star females, and he fell in love with the best girl he could ever dream about.
He opened his mouth again, and then was interupted by a loud barking, and he froze with fear. His sapphire eyes widened at a shocking rate, and his head snapped to the side, watching as a large dog bounded towards him. "Oh no...." he breathed softly, Makoto looking at him with wide-eyed admiration, as Marc's head spun. Saya, his dog, was now bounding towards him, and if Saya was there, that had to mean that Elizabeth was with her. Saya wasn't the type of dog to leave the stables without Liz or himself, and he cringed. 'If she sees me with Makoto, she'll find out!' his mind reeled, and then he saw a woman following Saya.
He could have shot himself right there. He hadn't wanted Elizabeth to know that he was famous throughout most of the United States, and that he was running from his career for a bit. He could see Elizabeth running after Saya, calling her, and he slowly stood up, and crouched down. Saya bounded at him, and he slowly patted the dog, taking the ball from her mouth and surveying his slobber-covered prize. "What are you two doing here?" he asked Saya jokingly, smiling even though his situation was grave.
Makoto was about to ask Marc something, when Marc shot a death-glare towards him. "Not a word," Marc commanded, but he hadn't had enough time to get a confirmation from Makoto before Elizabeth came into full view, and he shouted, "Elizabeth!"
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Post by Elizabeth on Feb 15, 2006 18:04:44 GMT -5
Elizabeth heard he name shouted, she looked behind her first, no one was there. She kept walking towards Saya, she thought it must have came from says' direction. She looked but it was not a hard look, she only looked quick. "Saya! Come here." Saya put her tail down, and walked slowely to Liz. She rolled over when she got there, Elizabeth glared at her for a moment, before walking the other way again, and calling the dog to come. She did not see MArc, and forgot about her name being called.
Saya kept looking back, she knew Marc was there, but Liz was dumbfounded to it. She shook her head, "Come on now, nothing is over there, I'll go look, but your a dog so what would it matter. Lets go." She smiled and still walked back to where Saya took off, the leash was liying on the ground there.
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Post by Marc on Feb 20, 2006 21:49:02 GMT -5
Marc's heart was pounding in his chest, the anxiety of Elizabeth finding him and Makoto here in the park was overwhelming. Marc had never been so afraid in his life, except for the time when he and Elizabeth spent their first day together. But that day was happy and gleeful, but Marc had his anxiety-filled moments during their first day together as well.
Makoto, though he was told directly to stay were he was and not say anything, suddenly found himself looking down towards his sneakers. A wet, slobber-covered tennis ball remained at his sneakers, and he looked towards the retreating dog, and then back down towards the tennis ball. He cast a look at Marc, who seemed to be fixated on the girl that was far from them, and he stooped down to grab the tennis ball, and then ran off, hearing Marc's shouting behind him. Makoto didn't care, he was doing a good service, even if the girl he was giving the ball back to did happen to be the one that Marc had told him to stay away from.
"Excuse me!" he shouted, running up and confronting Elizabeth, a smile on his face. He ran a hand through his spiked brown hair, his blue eyes watching Elizabeth, as he held out the ball in his other hand. "I think this is yours. Marc wanted me to give it to you," he said lightly, chuckling at the end, until he recieved a smart smack on the back of his head. He hissed in pain, and back-stepped to the side, cradling his head in his hands. He looked to what could have hit him, and Marc was there, giving him the warning glare that he hadn't expected.
"What're you doing here, Liz? I thought there were riders at the stables today?" Marc asked calmly, putting his hands on Elizabeth's arms as he smiled towards his fiancee.
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Post by Elizabeth on Feb 20, 2006 21:59:33 GMT -5
Liz grabbed Saya's leash, and clipped it on to her. She patted the dog, and heard someone talking behind her. She turned around, to see some kid holding out a ball, she recgonised it as Saya's ball, she smiled and took it. "Marc wanted me to give it to you." She looked around, "Thank you, Marc is-" She saw him comming, and smack Makoto on the back of his head.
She heard Marc ask her a question, and nodded, "There were, but a few people could not make it, so I was done early. What was that about? Hitting him?" She looked at her ring then to Marc again, And I thought he was...you know what nevermind. She thought to herself as if a conversation was going on.
She looked at MArc ,she was not so mad, but displeased. She looked at him, and shook her head. She stared at him for a moment, before turning around to walk the other way, Saya following, having no concept of what was going on.
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Post by Marc on Feb 20, 2006 22:10:25 GMT -5
Marc instantly realized the severity of what he had just done, as Elizabeth inquired about hitting Makoto about the head, and he cringed. He didn't like it when he displeased his fiancee, especially because he liked to not have her mad at him. Usually when girls were mad they kept grudges for a long time, and he didn't want Elizabeth and himself to have something like that ruining their relationship.
He looked towards Makoto, biting his lip, and walked forward, trying to plead his case. "Elizabeth, you don't understand. It's not like I just did that for no reason! I mean... I just..." he was trying to explain tactfully, but nothing was coming into his head. How was he going to explain that not only did Makoto seem to do that deliberately, but how was he supposed to explain how a complete stranger knew his name, and almost who she was?
Makoto looked on towards the pop idol and the girl he was talking to, being sure to take notice to the ring that she wore on her left hand. He furrowed his dark brows, wondering if Marc had put that ring on her finger, and ran his hand through his hair again, scratching the back of his head. "C'mon. Leave the guy alone. It's not everyday that your biggest fan finds you, and talks to your girlfriend no less."
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Post by Elizabeth on Feb 20, 2006 22:18:06 GMT -5
When Makato spoke about being a fan, Liz stopped dead in her tracks. She stood there for a moment, staring ahead of her, trying to figure out what was going on. Her hair blew about as a small wind came through the park. Saya stopped and looked at Liz, wondering what was going on now. Biggest fan? What's that suppose to mean? Well I know what It means, but Marc has fans? He rides yah, maybe he shows, but you don't get fans because of that, unless your a top rider, and well I'm not even that good.
She turned around slowely, this made it even worse. "So you hit your fan? I mean who knows why he's your fan, I don't know, but what says you can hit him?" She had no clue what was going on, and right now everything was building up. She loved MArc yes, but hitting someone? That's just not right. She wanted an explination.
"Whats going on here? You said you didn't do it for no reason, so what is the reason? Tell me." She stared at Marc, her eyes seemed to be on fire at the moment. She looked at Makoto, a look that said 'I don't want to hear anything from you.'
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Post by Marc on Feb 20, 2006 22:32:27 GMT -5
Marc wanted to shoot Makoto.
There was no other way to get around it; Makoto was the biggest idiot that he had ever met. After two warning glares, a smack, and even a verbal warning, the idiot had still managed to blow his cover. Marc slapped his forehead with one of his hands, and groaned as his hand slipped down his face. How he would get out of this now would be almost impossible. He outstretched a hand to Elizabeth, but then was confronted by all of her questions. His sapphire eyes widened, as she bombarded him with inquiries.
He opened his mouth, trying to gain some ground from all that he was losing with his fiancee, and then met her icy stare. His smile disappeared, and he looked towards her, worry and fear covering his sapphire eyes. His heart had stopped, and he was even more frightened telling Elizabeth who he was than he had ever been in his whole life. "Look, Liz, it's not like that! I didn't hit him out of the blue, okay?!" he defended himself, trying not to move Elizabeth to crying because he was using too much force. "He just... just..." he tried to explain, and groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.
He looked up towards Elizabeth, and placed two firm hands on her shoulders, looking her square in the eyes. "I didn't want to tell you this, because I don't wanna be like this anymore," he told her, not looking towards Makoto, who had been frozen with Elizabeth's icy glare. "Don't scream, and don't leave, okay?" he asked, and then leaned in, putting his lips next to her lips and saying, "He's my fan, because I'm the number one pop-star in the United States."
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Post by Elizabeth on Feb 20, 2006 22:37:03 GMT -5
Liz just stood there as Marc spoke, his yelling did not scare her. She wanted an explanation, and he was going to give her one. She tollerated him comming close to her, she just stared at him, before he said anything else.Is he going to lie now? She had no clue how angry she was, she was blinded from it, which was unusual. Especially at Marc, that was the last thing she wanted, or expected to happen.
The weird thing was, when Marc put his hands on her shoulders, she seemed to relax, and did not look tense anymore. It was like his touch calmed her. She felt completly relaxed, until he told her what was going on.
Her eyes widened, she was looking past"The fan", just staring she was. POP-STAR?! She could not belive it, she felt a flush of mixed emotions. Some she could not even begin to describe. That's what this was all about, thats what he was hiding? He was hiding something?! What else could he be hiding? She still looked shocked, but this time she was looking at him. I blew up on him for that! I feel so stuiped.
Talk about a mood swing, fine one moment, pissed the next. Liz did not know what to do, this time she felt like crying, he had proposed to her and that was not to long ago, and she almost screwed it all up! She just sat there dumbfounded, it was not all of a big thing, but again it was. She said nothing just looked from Marc to Makoto, and back to Marc.
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Post by Marc on Feb 21, 2006 18:23:17 GMT -5
Marc took from her expression that what he had said was not what she had been expecting. She looked at him, shocked, and he averted his eyes, something he didn't normally do around Elizabeth. Usually, he wanted to stare into her beautiful eyes forever, but now was a tense moment, and he needed to look away and gather his thoughts. Yes, he was scared of what she would say. Yes, he was pissed off beyond all belief that Makoto had made him tell her why he was acting so strange. And yes, he wish that he could have shot Makoto already.
The fan-boy decided to hold his tongue, not to say anything, and not to approach. Apparently he had done something stupid again, and looking at Marc's pained face, and Elizabeth's shocked one, he had done something really stupid. Apparently, this girl, Elizabeth, hadn't known that Marc was the biggest pop star in America, and apparently news hadn't reached Roanoke about his sudden appearance there. Makoto took a deep swallow, not willing to say anything, and not willing to risk his neck trying to speak. He had shattered something, something precious, and something very much like glass.
Marc looked back towards Elizabeth, disregarding that Makoto was still standing right there, and gently wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry..." he said, his voice choking as he put his forehead on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to think of me like I was a freak or something... I didn't want you not to love me because I was a pop star. I don't want a pop star life anymore Liz..." he continued to talk, his voice becoming more and more choked and strained as the tears started to pour from his eyes. He hadn't cried in what felt like forever, and he hated other people seeing him cry, but he needed to let her know that he was sorry. "I just want to be with you."
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