Fabulous [ShaeRae]

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Fabulous [ShaeRae] Dec 4, 2011 0:22:57 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Dec 4, 2011 0:22:57 GMT -5

Frank Crest

~Fashion
Put it all on me

It was a rather busy night in the bar on Second Street. The Games were coming to their peak and bets were being thrown out more than actual conversation. The air was thick with smoke and heat from so many people crammed into one place. The wild colors of the Capitol were in full blast and one couldn't look anywhere without being blinded by the newest neon trend or poked in the eye by some odd feathered hat. Frank never cared for the neon feather trends, they weren't exactly the classiest thing for a lady to wear. Or a man for that matter. However, there was a new accessory that Frank did like- in fact he had started it. Oh, that's right, Frank Crest was bringing back the faux mole. Having more influence in style than most people would first think, Frank was bringing the trend back from the depths of fashion history and he prided himself in it. Almost every single person in the City Lights Bar was wearing one- and most of them in the neon colors that were oh so popular. Currently, Frank Crest was sitting in his personal dressing room at the bar, backstage with the other so called "singers." Frank had more talent in his fake mole than they had in their entire person. Slipping on another coat of lipstick, Frank puckered his lips at the mirror to get the layer just right.

"Frankie, honey, you're on," Bert called quickly from the doorway before moving on with his clipboard.

"Showtime," Frank lightly kissed his fingers and placed them to the small photograph stuck into the corner of his mirror of the City Circle stage. His ultimate dream was to sing there one day, in front of the entire country for all to see. Every night he kissed it for luck and stepped onto the stage hoping to be chosen to sing for the tributes and the President.

Rushing through the talentless openers, Frank straightened his costume and strutted out onto the polished stage floor to applause. Smiling, he wrapped his hand around the microphone bringing it to his lips and winking at a pretty, young girl in the crowd.

"Hello everyone! Are you ready for some real entertainment tonight?"

Don't you wanna see
these clothes on me?~

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Fabulous [ShaeRae] Dec 4, 2011 0:45:31 GMT -5

Post by shaerae on Dec 4, 2011 0:45:31 GMT -5

Chase had let her pretty blonde hair down tonight, as everyone said it made her look older. Instead of it's usual tight braid, it was slightly curled around her face. She was wearing a long sleeve, brightly colored pink shirt that ended just above her belly-button, and low starting dark orange pants, covered by a long black coat that almost reached her knees. Even though it was cold outside, with the white snow slowly covering the ground, she took of her coat almost immediately after entering the bar on Second Street. Her clothes barely revealed the top of her snake tattoo. Being packed with people, and having quite a few of them smoking and slowly blowing warm smoke into the room, it was almost burning!

After neatly folding her coat and placing it over her arm, she took a seat, ordered one of less-alcoholic drinks, and zoned out for a little bit. Her brothers had been driving her crazy all day, especially eight year old Fabian. He had been nagging her all day to see if she would walk him down the street so he could get a new toy. It may not sound too bad, but after seven hours of it, she was ready to strangle her baby brother! Though the bar was packed and noisy, she found it more peaceful than having dinner at her house, which would have started five minutes ago, had she been home.

She didn't come back to reality until one of the performances came to an end and the man behind her clapped loudly. She looked up to the stage to see a man, who she learned to be Frank Crest, wink at her. She smiled back to him, noticing a faux mole, not unlike the ones all of her neighbors were wearing. When he spoke, she cheered and clapped with the rest, awaiting his performance.

Last Edit: Dec 4, 2011 12:11:07 GMT -5 by shaerae

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Fabulous [ShaeRae] Dec 4, 2011 1:34:39 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Dec 4, 2011 1:34:39 GMT -5

Frank Crest

~Fashion
Put it all on me

Kicking the night off with one of the faster songs in his repertoire, Frank managed to gets his beautiful crowd yelling and screaming for more of him. That's what he always wanted- every night he wanted them to beg for more of his voice, of his attitude- of his talent. Looking over the crowd through the hazy smoke filling the top of the room, Frank finished his song with a jerk of the mic and the crowd erupted into applause- like they always do. Walking over to the band leader, Frank demanded the next song be something slower something more sensual. The leader obliged and gave the band a head start into the song. The music was full of low, drawn out notes. The kind of sounds that get into your head and mix with the smoke and booze until you have lost all control over your actions.

Slipping the microphone from the metal stand, Frank stepped off the stage and into the crowd of tables and adorned bodies. They made paths for him and occasionally a hand would reach out and touch him. Pulling a few cards from inside his glove, he began the usual night's routine. During his stage time, Frank wold pick out some lucky members of the bar and hand a VIP card to them, allowing them to come to his dressing rooms after the show. Usually they were pretty young things. Frank enjoyed the accompany of beautiful people.

Leaning up against a table, Frank passed a man of about twenty with spiked bleached hair a card. The boy obviously knew what it meant and snatched it up before anyone could take it from him. Looking through the crowd to give his last card too, Frank's eyes snagged on the blonde girl he had first winked at when taking the stage. He could see a tattoo at her waist, exposed by her outfit. Blonde curls hung around her shoulders and she had a naive look about her. Making his way through the people slowly, Frank flicked the car out for her to take. Raising an eyebrow, he gave her won his "famous come-hither" looks.

The song reached a lull in the lyrics and Frank took the few moments to talk to the girl.

"Midnight, my rooms backstage," he said with his hand over the mic so the rest of the room couldn't hear over the sound of the music. "I'll be waiting."

Don't you wanna see
these clothes on me?~

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Fabulous [ShaeRae] Dec 4, 2011 2:39:07 GMT -5

Post by shaerae on Dec 4, 2011 2:39:07 GMT -5

Chase had always been one of those girls who could pay attention easily, but tonight, after sipping down a few of the popular alcoholic drinks, she was finding her mind wandering. She paid attention during the first song, and cheered for another performance, which she got. The next song was slow, and made her feel kind of hazy. She found herself staring at the ceiling, noticing all of the smoke that had risen there. Suddenly there was a tap on her right shoulder, which made her jump and panic slightly, she turned only to see a short young man with purple hair offering her a cigarette. Smoke was bad for your lungs, Chase knew that, but even then, with her mind intoxicated, but still whirring, she accepted the cigarette.

Blowing out a soft smoke ringlet, she turned back to the stage, only to see the performer walking towards her. He had some sort of card in his hand, and slowly, she grew curious. She slightly rose from her seat when he stopped and looked at her. He gave her a look that seemed to say, come forward. He flicked the card towards her, and she cautiously reached for it. He said to meet him in his room, backstage at midnight, he'd be waiting. She smiled and tried to say 'thank you', but it came out sort of slurred.

Midnight wasn't to far, but still far enough away that she was able to snag three more glasses of different alcohols before shakily getting to her feet. She stumbled into a fake looking woman with spiky pink hair and a face to perfect to be real. Apologizing quickly, she headed backstage. She showed her VIP pass to several people before falling into a dressing room. Before she fell, the door flying open, she saw that the door read 'Frank Crest'. At that moment, she wished she hadn't worn high heels.

Last Edit: Dec 4, 2011 12:10:49 GMT -5 by shaerae

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Fabulous [ShaeRae] Dec 27, 2011 17:44:11 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Dec 27, 2011 17:44:11 GMT -5

Frank Crest

~Fashion
Put it all on me

After finishing his set, and knocking back a few too many colorful drinks, Frank Crest managed to stumble back into his dressing room. Going to his mirror, he managed to land in a chair when he fell over. Checking his reflection the performer was distressed to find his lipstick smeared and a ring of red under his eyes. Hands fluttering, he managed to fix the worse of his appearance before the door to his rooms flew open. Looking over his shoulder he saw the pretty young girl on the floor in the doorway. Okay, so she wasn't graceful.

"How nice of you to drop in," he said, giving her a smile.

Turning completely around, Frank took in the girl. Her appearance was more on the plain side compared to most of the regulars of the City Lights Bar. No matter that, she had a look about her that intrigued him. Thinking about it a little further, Frank decided he did the right thing letting this clumsy girl have a VIP pass to his dressing rooms. She'd be his little project.

"Take a seat, honey," he said, gesturing to one of the other chairs in the room, not bothering to help her up himself.

Don't you wanna see
these clothes on me?~

OOC: I'm sorry for taking forever and it's so short Dx