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Post by shauntal on Sept 27, 2011 21:22:32 GMT -5
Nighttime was the time that Shauntal had come to prefer. The daytime never drew ghost out of hiding, and that made her frustrated, but when the sun went down and the clouds covered the moon, the dead were most active and that was when the member of the Elite Four would thrive the most. Her pokemon surrounding her, Shauntal was seated in the middle of a park with a cup of tea and papers all around her. Although a breeze blew, in her general facility there was no wind, even her hair still as anything. Drifblim had put up a psychic wall to stop her papers fluttering away and had stopped the wind in doing so. Taking a long, hard look down at the work she'd done through the evening, Shauntal decided it was most definitely time for a coffee break.
The ghost buster specialist picked up her papers carefully - one at a time so as not to mix them up - and clipped them together, tucking them neatly away in her folder as the fountain pen she had been writing with was capped and slipped into its own little container. She sat up straight, folding her legs underneath her as she reached for the picnic basket beside her and used her thermos to pour a hot cup of coffee. The aroma wafted around the area, and her pokemon shuffled around her happily, enjoying the strong scents despite their more ghostly senses.
Shauntal had been writing like crazy, the play that had sprung up in her brain practically exploding on the pages as she wrote. She wasn't like some of the new authors, she didn't use a computer to do her ideas to begin with. Sure, when she was editing she would type up her options, but she liked very much to have the first, the original copy written on paper so that it was hers forever more. There were many such collections of paper in her quarters at the Pokemon League. A whole cupboard full, in fact. All of her finished novels, all of her plays and poems. Everything was kept locked up in that filing cabinet. That wonderful, fireproof filing cabinet.
She sipped the hot drink, savouring the taste as she let her elbows catch her, laying tummy-down to the ground once more. She knew she was very unlikely to have company so late at night. The fans didn't expect her to be hiding in plain sight, and she had only told a few people of her whereabouts. She had sent off a quick text to Lysander, though expected no reply. A faint blush that was not coffee-induced spread up over her cheeks at the thought of the handsome actor. He had to be at least a few years her junior, but he was wise beyond his years, and their worlds fit together so nicely. Writer and actor - like Shakespeare in Love.
Another sip of her coffee allowed her to close her eyes and enjoy the moment, thinking about all the possibilities, and all the stories in the world, her ghost pokemon settling to take care of their trainer.
TAGGED Lysander
WORDS 523
NOTES We'll say she told him by text where she was, inviting him to join if he so chose? Maybe?
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Post by lysander on Sept 28, 2011 1:35:12 GMT -5
Okay, Simba. Let's go home."
[/i] With a final sigh, Lysander lightly slid the wad of script back into the bag he carried with him, ignoring the mass of coloured tabs and pencil scribbles all over it. Most people didn't realise how much an actor really had to remember, not just the amount of lines. As a musical theatre actor, there weren't just lines, but songs. Melodies. Harmonies. Placing on stage, ways to face. It just never ended, and yet... Grinning down at the Persian beside him, Lys bent to lightly run his hand over the cat-Pokemon's head, scratching his ears lightly. Even if there were days when he was tired from rehearsal - and frustrated with idiots who didn't learn their lines - or when the fans flocked to his door screaming his name and begging him for favours... Even then there was nothing that compared to the thrill of slipping into another person's shoes and the feeling at the end of the night when everything had gone well. Swinging the bag up onto his back, Lysander Radvanyi grinned as he lightly closed the door on his stage name. For the first time in months, he felt lighter, seeing White again had definitely put a spring in his step. She was warmth and light and fun, and then he'd met Shauntal. If anyone had told him that the ghost-specialist of the Elite Four had a sense of humour, he would have ditched the stage-persona and laughed. Then he'd met her, and heard about her writing, talked to her, teased her. If there was a person he couldn't get out of his head, it was definitely Shauntal. Even if the prospect of travelling around Kanto with White was a point of excitement, a chance to spend hours and days with his best friend. The one person in the world that had ever understood him down to the depths of him, she'd never been fooled by the cold, serious persona. She'd always just... known. White knew him. A shrill beep from his phone interrupted his thoughts, and Lys grinned as Simba growled quietly, fur bristling as the cat looked up at him. If there was anyone who disapproved of his working too hard, it was Simba. Quick to check that he wasn't too tired or his voice too hurt. "It's just from Shauntal, don't stress." There was a certain rasp to his voice in that moment, showing the stress he'd put his voice under in the most recent rehearsal more clearly than the slightly disheveled look and hair down for the first time in public. Even tired, the sight of the message made him smile, and immediately change the direction in which he was walking to accommodate Shauntal's location. "Is there enough coffee for more than one person? Because I'm not sitting with you for no coffee." Even as he spoke, Lys strolled closer to the ghost-trainer, crouching down with another light hearted grin to brighten his handsome features. "Did you just want to see me, or is there something I can help with, Shauntal?"TAGGED Shauntal WORDS NOTES Stolen template~[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by shauntal on Feb 4, 2012 8:04:10 GMT -5
Shauntal hadn't actually been sure whether or not her date would join her. The actor had been seeing her so often lately he might be more eager to curl himself up on a couch and just avoid her, so she was pleasantly surprised when the familiar footsteps made their way towards her and the also familiar looking feline too came closer. She looked up over the steaming foam cup and a cheeky, playful grin danced over her features.
"I'm sorry to tell you that I only bought for one, perhaps you'd be willing to share if I promised you I don't have cooties?" She grinned as she shuffled on the bench to allow him space to sit down, and her heart raced a little.
Shauntal had been able to write epic romances, been able to see them in the people that surrounded her. As N had made his way through the Elite Four followed by White, she had seen them and wondered if they would have an epic tale of their own one day (something she had more recently found out that no, they had not) but she had never been able to find one for herself. She had been so sure it would never come that she had never really looked, just dove into her work and allowed all her novellas to explode onto the page. She had never suspected that the young man who she had met in passing might turn out to be her very own fairy tale.
She held the caffeinated lifeblood in one hand as she pulled out the folder from her bag, and let a smile light up her face.
"As a matter of fact, both." She nodded firmly, then plonked the folder down in his lap and looked out over the distance, a small smile.
"Meeting you and speaking to you as often as I do has inspired me, something that most people do but not to the same degree. I thought I might share first with you the thrilling thing that is the play you managed to make explode onto a page." She laughed softly, attempting to be flirtacious as she turned her eyes back to the actor and let herself watch him.
In all her years she had never really sat down to think about what she was going to do with the rest of her life - she had known she would always write, perhaps one day teach literature at some fancy university, but the prospects of having a man and a happiness you couldn't find in anything but a romance, well, that had been something she had never thought about until she stared at Lysander. And now, sitting with him, she most certainly was.
With a tender look, she reached out and touched his knee (with the hand not clutching their shared addiction, obviously) and looked up at him.
"It was partially about the play, but if nothing else, your company seemed more enticing to me than anything else. I might even be willing to sacrifice the last of my coffee for you if you hang around, not even halfsies."
TAGGED Lysander
WORDS 529
NOTES Wow, they've moved forward pretty far from this point. xD
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