Everybody, everybody!
Characters: Everyone!
Rating: We'll say R to be safe. SRY NO NC-17 FOR YOU.
Summary: GeneCo's famous Italian Renaissance festival preceding the night's Genetic Opera
Location: Sanitarium Square, outside the GeneCo building
Date/Time: October 31st, evening
Status: OPEN
( Line up, line up now! )
Rating: We'll say R to be safe. SRY NO NC-17 FOR YOU.
Summary: GeneCo's famous Italian Renaissance festival preceding the night's Genetic Opera
Location: Sanitarium Square, outside the GeneCo building
Date/Time: October 31st, evening
Status: OPEN
( Line up, line up now! )
There were co-workers and even his own employees scattered throughout the mass of life, touching up and tweaking themselves, perhaps striving for his own level of perfection. Somehow, it was disgusting. He had the dignity to hide his scars and surgeries, to hide his past regrets and adjustments with layer upon layer of unblemished artistry.
Tonight, he would add another jewel to that perfect crown. Tonight, Mag's final curtain would fall. Her last Gene Co performance would be Adel's first as the new voice of Gene Co--this he was certain of--and an entirely new era of entertainment would begin. Under his hands, his diamond-touched fist, a new sort of artistry would emerge.
If nothing else, it would kill the time between deaths, and he was sorely in need of amusement these days.
((Feel free to approach and greet your local opera singer, Repo! Or to spot him. Comment on him. ETC. Also feel free to assume aaaany gender. I'm sure it's a topic on the lips of passers-by.))
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Sickening, how those still high off Zydrate would boast over their new cuts, the standard of perfection blasted at you from every corner. Largo's work, he knew.
And he still felt a bizarre satisfaction over ridding the place of Rudgutter. Twenty six days since then, he had been unconsciously counting. Was this how it was going to go? Would he know exactly how long ago it would be always? He didn't mind this third, but it sat in his head.
Shaking it away, he looked around-and almost lost his breath. Was it really...Adel Todd? Being an opera fanatic, it was a glorious moment to see Adel. Such a perfect singer, a beautiful person, so mysterious...Grell was hit with shyness. He wanted to go say hello at least, but he felt nervous. Would he be brushed off? Would he even be allowed to?
The redhead lingered a small ways away, trying to get over himself.
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Wasn't it good PR to make an appearance before his own debut? Yes, giving the audience a taste of what they craved was the most certain way to reel them in, to seal the deal and solidify his place atop the musical throne. Oh, the drama he imposed on his own life to stave off the boredom.
It just so happened that Death had a minor thing for young, pretty girls. No, not that sort of thing... a magnetic desire to completely freak them out, perhaps, but nothing untoward. There was nothing really wrong with ruining a single fan's image of him, was there? Especially someone so youthful and likely flighty. No one would believe her.
Nimbly, he stepped down into the square, quite aware of the many eyes that had caught his movement. But his eyes remained on the girl, his part perfectly planned.
"I see you've caught me," he admitted, almost in a stage whisper, as he slowly approached. "I was planning on skipping this portion of the proceedings."
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The best but least elegant way of summing this up was, simply,holy shit.
His idol. A lesser woman would have fainted, screamed, or run away. Grell did none, composing himself to present the same polite and charming manner as he usually did, ignoring the prying eyes from the side.
"What a coincidence," he replied, his voice soft and feminine, a light smile on his lips. "I very nearly left myself."
Without consciously realizing it, he was transfixed, like a bird in the eyes of a snake. Grell could be such an easy victim. Unfortunately, he never saw that.
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His false humility was, of course, a hallmark of his interaction with the public. To every young lady, he was an untouchable dream, a siren of sorts, mysterious, androgynous, and perfect. Adel Todd was, at the very least, the celebrity you couldn't tell your mom you had a crush on for fear she would fight you to the death over him. Such was the silent charisma of the man.
It was lovely to be able to approach them with such calmness, though judgment and aversion simmered so near the surface of his mind. Not an ounce of his perfectly collected appearance could slip to reveal the truth. He was, after all, a performer.
"It would be a shame for anyone to miss the opera this evening, though. If you can sit through the drivel that comes before Mag..." He paused for a moment, capturing the lady's gaze and smiling benevolently. "Perhaps you'll see a few real performers."
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That was truth. If it wasn't for the opera, he would have spent the night some other place, away from the disgusting droves of the people. Jack had flat-out refused to attend, he said he needed to lay low after the incident, and it was too dangerous. Indeed, security was heightened after everything recently.
Adel strengthened his resolve to stay, and he was glad he hadn't left. He would have missed this and never known he had the chance. The smile he received made him force a blush from rising.
"I wouldn't want to miss it."
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"You seem a bit young for an opera fan," he finally intoned, smoothly and calmly, moving ever so slightly closer. "I'm always surprised to see such freshness in the audience. The typical mature crowd bores me, you know. Seeing such beautiful, fresh faces before our company gives me the strength and drive to continue to perform."
Boldly, Adel stepped forward, reaching out to adjust a small piece of lace on the young lady's coat. "If I might ask your name...?"
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When did Adel get so close? That was enough to send a faint blush to his cheeks, despite his attempts to hide it. Was this really happening?
"Grell," he said, keeping his surprise out of his voice.
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He reached out and gingerly offered a hand to the girl--Grell, he said?
"What an unusual name, my dear Grell." Adel flexed his fingers, making the invitation to join him quite clear. "Would you like a rare, personal look at the opera?"
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He really did love his name-this one was real, self chosen, while the other was a mask.
After a moment's hesitation, he lightly placed his black gloved hand in Adel's own. "It would be an honor."
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There was a brief moment in which he really sized the girl up, whether or not she would pose any threat to his reputation or well-being (oh, the perils of fame!). In the briefest of moments, he felt something familiar about the girl. He was certain he hadn't set eyes upon her before, but something had drawn them together.
He took her inside the building with the lightest of guidance.
((Cakes says it's fine to do a separate thread for inside the building, so I'll be making it and linking it in a reply after this one. Thread will continue there.))
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