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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:05 pm
Oz Parker, on the rise with bits of fame, had finally taken a night to himself. He had been so busy trying to just get out there,but tonight was for him.
He sat, in a an ordinary tee, dark grey in color with some kind of deep tribal artwork on the front. He had worn blue jeans today, and his hair wasnt styled to perfection, but brushed to the front, loosing loose and touchable.
The band that was playing on the bars stage was rather intoxicating in itself, he had never heard something quite like it, and it tuned him in. His emerald eyes were scanning the entirety of the bar, looking for anyone he might know, or anyone he might want to know.
He was sure he knew none of these people, this wasnt one of his regular dives. He looked the all american boy, like all these people, but his drink order, a scotch on the rocks, just screamed someone who wasnt used to this kind of scene.
But he enjoyed its atmosphere, and he went right along with it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 8:44 pm
Khahlela practically lived in this bar. It showed by how she had her books spread out over her usual table in the back, paper, pencils as well. The way she sat was comfortable, blue jean cased legs were pulled into her chair, sitting on one bare foot, the other resting on the bottom of the seat, her other knee acting as a table for her corkscrew. It was her favorite one drinks lately.
She was dressed in those jeans that looked Bedazzled, or overly so, and a simple white tank top with her pink bra straps showing. It was obvious she didn't care, as she was reading a book while chewing on a pencil. Her headphones were on, listening to her favorite music while trying to get inspiration to write her own song for her up coming performance she had planned.
Sighing, Lela rubbed her flat, wide nose and looked up, blinking when she spotted a familiar face. He was a new comer, she thought, but he already had more status than she did. Oh, well. She didn't let that stop her. She think they'd met once, somewhere.
Hitting stop on her MP3 player, she pushed it to the side, cleared off a space for him and grinned wide. Shaking her head, her earrings clanging against the permanent necklace around her neck before calling his name. "Oz? Oz.... Parker?" Why did he have such a difficult name to say? Dang her not being able to speak English without a heavy accent and it being extremely choppy.
He looked nervous. Motioning him over, she hoped he'd sit down with her. She'd always admired him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:10 pm
He was still gulping his drink down when he heard his voice spoken, and he stopped to turn his head to the sound.
A young girl there, she seemed to fit in much better then he did, and she also seemed to know this place well. She'd seemed to make it a home.
He stood, making his way over to the table where the books were spread around as if she had some huge final due in school.
"Hello?"
He asked, extending his hand and smiling as charming as he could. It always paid to be polite. Whether he feltlike it ornot, only this time, he truly felt like being so.
"Whats your name miss?"
He asked, smilinmg once more.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:42 pm
She took the hand and shook it and then sat back in her chair with a charming smile. "Khahlela Umfula.." She said above the music. It wasn't loud or anything, it was just she was saving her voice for her upcoming performance. "Everyone calls me Lela, because they aren't used to it." She tucked the pencil behind her pierced hear and shrugged.
"I think I met you.. once. Or I've seen you. Maybe I saw you, anyway. Right after you joined Walk of Fame." The dark skinned girl took a sip of her drink and watched him. He was handsome, for someone of lighter skin; she still wasn't used to it. She was born and raised around dark skinned African's like herself. Lela was really mesmerized by the color. "I don't remember what you do, though. Are you an actor? Singer?"
As she talked, her free hand went to her throat, playing with the coils than elongated her neck and brushed her earrings off, then they were back, clanging against the gold. She felt out of place anywhere but here. This was her haven, her place to escape reality. "You seem.... what's the word...?" Sighing, she racked her brain and came up blank. "...I don't know the word. Out of place?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:55 pm
First thing he noticed was the girls accent, is was deep, and..yet nice to hear.
"Well, its a pleasure to meet you Lela. But you have quite the memory."
He said, leaning into the table with a smile.
"I am a Soap actor. On my way to the top!"
He said with a laugh..He was kidding..but he did one day hope to make it to the top.
He looked around him and smiled again, before nodding and speaking to her while still letting his eyes roll over the scene.
"Ah, you could say I am out of place."
He said with another laugh.
"So what is it you do, if youve seen me on Walk of Fame?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:00 pm
The dark skinned girl seemed to deflate when he said he was an actor and shrugged a little to his questions, gave polite laughs when needed to be. At his last question, she leaned in close, put her drink on the table, next to one of her books and arched a brow.
"I sing. I'm not very well known, but I hope to change that. ...When I first signed on, I was told I could be a model. What do you think?" She wasn't fishing for compliments, she was fishing for answers. She was thinking about a career change, but she really wasn't sure yet. "I mean.. if... I'm not trying to... ah...get good words from you, but I want an opinion. My agent doesn't think it's a good idea because of..." Motioning to her coils around her neck, she frowned a little. "I am beautiful in my home country."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 5:13 pm
Actors, had a bad reputation for being completely..what was the word..Phoney? Cocky? Well sometimes he was very much both, but tonight he was relaxing, hell, he hadnt even planned on letting anyone know he actually was an actor.Today, he wanted to be the Average Joe, from his own little hometown of Dover, New Hampshire.
He did smile at her though, touching her arm,and then pulling his hand away, as almost a flirting thing, but he didnt want to offend her.
"Well, youre beautiful in this country as well,I assure you. Id love to open a magazine and see your face smiling for the new ad of fashion."
He smiled.
"So you're a singer, eh? Singing takes a hell of alot more talent than acting. I have great respect for those in the arts..Artist, Singer..Anything. Its all amazing."
He took a seat at her table, and looked back up at her with a charming smile and a sparkle in his eye.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 5:23 pm
She had to bite her bottom lip at his open honestly and flushed lightly, her cheeks darkening before clearing her throat. Flirting... it was very refreshing, considering no one tried it with her. Lela shifted so she was sitting up right and leaned against the table, both hands around her cup.
"Well, not everyone can act. I can't. I don't want to try it. Something about.... that is just to much pressure." With a faint smirk on her lips she watched him and coyly looked back down at the table. It was a mess indeed. And it caused her to frown a fraction before she looked back up to him. Why was he so handsome? Oh yes, actor. Most of them were.
"You've moved faster than I have. ...I'm afraid my agent isn't doing a very good job booking me performances." But, anything I do gets me a bit of money, so I can't really complain.. She didn't add this part, but it was the truth. Anything she showed up in, got her a little bit of cash, which she shipped part of back home.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 5:30 pm
He shrugged a bit, and nodded.
"Im still pretty unknown."
He said, but he was being modest. His face was showing up more and more around the magazine and television world.
"But Im sure that soon, you'll be BOOMING out there. I, personally, would love to hear you sing. You could be quite refreshing to a dreadfully dull music world."
He said with a wag of his eyebrows.
He looked at the table, seeing the strown about papers and books, a cup in her hands. He smiled, looking from the table, back up at her.
"So, you workin hard, or just trying to make a mess?"
He asked, with a laugh. He was just playing, so he hoped she wouldnt take it personally.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:13 pm
She gave a shy laugh at his brow waggle and shook her head, hiding behind a hand as she looked down to her papers and things. "Ah! I was working on a song. So I was doing a bit of both, you could say?" Her bracelets clinked together as she brought her drink to her lips and finished it off and held it up for something more. "If you want anything, it'll be my treat?"
Granted, she didn't have the most money in the world, but... Shaking her head, Lela watched his face and lips. Mostly his lips. They were so pretty. "Hear me sing? Oh, you must want to go def. I know folk songs... songs from plays. I'm trying to write my own, but I can't think of anything. Guess I should leave it to a songwriter, though."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:23 pm
He liked flirting. It was a ttalent of his, but he wasnt really one to flirt with someone unless he was interested in talking to them, so this young girl was incredubly interesting, therefore,she was flirting material.
But he smiled.
His drink had been long gone, course..It had only been a vodka on the rocks..Not nessacarily the most lasting drink, meant really for a gulp.
But..He was in the mood for a nice Long Island Ice tea.
"I was actually going to ordera Long Island Ice Tea, but how about this, you tell me what you want, and It'll be my treat."
Always a gentleman when it mattered, he wanted to make a good impression. He was so sure that others didnt like him for his actor ways,and his cocky attitude, that this was almost to make up for it.
"Go deaf? Are you nuts, If youre part of the walk of fame, you have to be somewhat talented..They wouldnt give you half a chance if you werent."
He nudged her arm with his hand and smiled.
"Be confident. I garauntee you're so much better than you're saying right now."
He said with a gleam of his pearly whites.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:28 pm
If she was some lesser girl, she'd had fallen for him then and there. And she was close. But she snapped out of it and nodded a little. "Whiskey, straight up," she said, noticing his hand and giving a smile to show he wasn't being discouraged.
Nudging his foot with her own bare one, Lela shrugged and nodded. "I know. I have no... what's the word...?" Frowning, she thought about it for a minute and sighed, rubbing her eyes. "...I do not believe in myself as I should. My poppa would be disappointed to hear. But I am working hard to do that. And move up. I am close to it, I think."
She reached out and patted his hand and gave him a flash of her own grin and a wink. "Thank you for the drink, Oz."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:37 pm
"Whiskey Straight up, adn a Long island ice tea."He said, calling ot the bartender, who didnt seem to be too busy, and could easily hear over the music,seeing as how he turned, nodding, and went to work.
She touched his foot with hers and he smiled.
It almost reminded him of middle school, were everyone played footsie,and that was considered the best you could do.
Orat least..in that day and age it was.
But he was happy for the thought.
She was indeed a neat person, and he hoped to see more of her.
"Im sure your poppa would be proud. No way he couldnt be. Hes probably just worried that you'll be snatched up by some cocky American, who is undeserving."
He said with a nod and grin.
The bartender brought the drinks over, Oz handed him a twenty and smiled.
"Keep the change."
Then he looked back to her and continued talking.
"You're most welcome. Cant let a singers throat get dry, now can we?
How else would I hear you sing?"
He winked backat her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:16 am
He was handsome, charming, and rising in fame. Everything any girl could ever dream of. If they were shallow. She could do without the fame, part, but everything else, she was looking for in a guy. Closing her chocolate orbs, the girl sighed and started to relax again before poking him in the shin and then let it run up his pant leg, obviously flirting like he was.
"I'm sure my poppa would be thrilled if I married an American. He would be able to fly down here, with my brother, and live near me. Then, at least, he'd get to see me." She sighed heavy and then shook her head again, hoops hitting the metal around her neck. Lela was surprised Oz didn't ask about it. and in a way, she was glad.
She reached over and brushed Oz's hair from his face and smiled. "There. Now we can see the handsome acting face of yours. Very handsome."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 12:14 pm
Ooh did he love someone who could flirt back. He really enjoyed a good conversation with a pretty girl.
Especially after the whole fiasco with Lorenz Milton calling him gay, then exposing his attraction to the female Bret.
"You dont see him often then?"
He asked, cocking his head. But to be honest, he reallydidnt want to bring up things that didnt concern him, or would make the conversation turn from flirty and casual, to sad and wishful.
"I bet he would. But us Americans can be assholes, so you have to watch out."
He said with a snort of laughter.
He wasnt, he was just pointing out the vast majority of guyys, especially in the area.
"There are some good ones though. I like to think Im one of em."
He said with a grin.
He smiled again.
"You think Im handsome, eh? Well you're quite a looker yourself."
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