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Thread: RP: Get Away With Jupiter [ Horror_Show & MewMew]

Jupiter had done a set with covering most of her most famous singles. The show was really energetic and displayed that she only expected the best with her sets, staff and back up dancers. Her shows were really fun and exciting to experience. Jupiter was kind of better than a drag queen because he was still confident in being a man but also exploring femine clothing and make up, he had also worked his way to just not be working in small clubs for cash. He was a talented artist, he wrote most of his own music with the help of other artist and producers, he had a lot of his own clothing and make up lines. He wasnt just some guy in drag. That wasnt to say with fame he didnt live that type of life where he slept around, moved from guy to guy or even had addictions or not, everyone had their demons. It was kind of like Party Monster but instead of letting himself get so lost in drugs and his depression like the famous Michael Alig, Jupiter had enough knowledge and intelligence to enjoy life and not let that get him in trouble. Though Cadence still had a small back secret that she still enjoyed Michael Alig , James St. James and the club kids , she loved people who were brave enough to become transgender or do drag, or be openly homosexual. It todays society that was hard to do as the media frowned upon it. Cadence was still your average the good girl next store type. She made exceptional grades, had already graduated high school and was enrolled into a local college near her. She had never drank, done drugs including recreational, and had only gotten drunk a few times. Her hobbies included dancing and art and being creative digitally. The show ended and Cadence was guided by her brother back stage past security who patted her down. Her brother threw a VIP lanyard around her neck that had Jupiter logo on it, along with her name and other information. She saw people lined up for Jupiter to autograph but her brother, Nathen led her back to a guest room that had refreshments and all kinds of food galore . Go ahead and eat up, we only have the best cater us on tours. Nathen said winking. Just dont throw it up. He teased and Cadence eyed him as if he would be the one of the two to even do such a thing and he grabbed a baked good and shoved it in his mouth whole being perverted and weird. Cadence smacked his shoulder while grabbing a plate and filling it with fresh fruit, appetizers and sweets. Jupiter will unfortunately be out there for an hour or so, he makes sure to be there for his fans and will wait till the very last CD, poster or T-Shirt is signed and does pictures. He will come in here when he is done. Nathen said. Cadence stuffed her face and was sitting at a table and got to meet some of the staff. It had somehow slipped that it was the girls birthday and this was Nathens treat to his little sister.
Thread: RP: Get Away With Jupiter [ Horror_Show & MewMew]

The concert ended as it was suppose to as plan like Jupiter had in mind. Tonight Jupiter sanded his heart out for his fans, went ahead and do a few dances that he originally had in his routine for the performance. As always, Jupiter owned his performance, there were no flaws, or any recognizable ones to the fans or David of course. Even though there weren't any recognizable, unmistakeably the singer was hia worse critic. Even after he left stage to go sign autographs and take pictures, Jupiter still believed his performance was lacking something. Something he had before but suddenly it was gone. Whatever it is he had to get it back! Of course whenever he mentioned his to David David went ahead and laugh in his face, reassured him that nothing was bad about his performance and he needed to stop being hard on himself. Leave it to his useless manager to think nothing was wrong as always. Jupiter couldn't blame David he didn't have musical or choreographical capabilities. Surely, David knew how to managed David but when it comes to music and choreography, the manager was completely useless. Come on Jupiter, you have autographs to sign, remember! David reminded, pestering him to hurry up. I am coming don't rush me I have to get my signature pen! retorted Jupiter, snqppishly. He didn't just signed any autograph with any pen it was a pen he had made for himself only. When Jupiter left backstage, went to area to signed autographs and take pictures, a multitude of his fans started screaming delightfully upon seeing him walk out. Of course Jupiter smiled, it wasn't those fake smiles, he genuinely was happy to see many of his fans here supporting him. As soon as he sat down, he began taking pictures and signing autographs of evey fan till the last fan. This took an hour and a half or so. Jupiter was tired of course but signing and taking every picture was worth it. Hey Jupiter, let's get some grub, there some good food in the guest room! David shouted, only thinking about his stomach. Jupiter merely shook his head, followed David to the guest room, when he arrived he saw a top familiar face and a young women. Admittedly, David had to admit she looked gorgeous. Hello, Nathen, He greeted then went ahead to look at the brunette. Who are you if I may ask?
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Afternoon, Mr. Cross, came a voice to his left, no sooner had the words left his lips. He looked, his eyes resting upon the perfectly presented young woman who now clicked her way over to him, holding out her hands with long, pink fingernails. He shook her hand, stricken by the sight of this girl. She was almost the epitome of professionalism, if it weren't for the fact that Roderick could see the wild child in her through her eyes. If anything, the conflicting nature of her cheerful presentation as she almost pushed him out the door with the obvious fact she'd rather be anywhere else, doing something crazy and fun, only made the young woman more intriguing to him. Willow Polk? Related to the mayor? Roderick managed out, following her guidance as she guided him around and towards the door. He caught was she was doing, however, with her constant chatter about a Miss Suzi's barbecue. Now, wait a minute, Mrs. Polk. Roderick stopped, giving the girl a once over. I certainly appreciate the hospitality, but I am here for the records. I'd rather get this done sooner than later, wouldn't you? He shifted himself as to turn back into the city hall. I'll tell ya what, though. You let me get a good look at the records, and I'll let you take me to this barbecue place, alright? He smiled lightly, watching the young girl.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Agnores said Afternoon, Mr. Cross, came a voice to his left, no sooner had the words left his lips. He looked, his eyes resting upon the perfectly presented young woman who now clicked her way over to him, holding out her hands with long, pink fingernails. He shook her hand, stricken by the sight of this girl. She was almost the epitome of professionalism, if it weren't for the fact that Roderick could see the wild child in her through her eyes. If anything, the conflicting nature of her cheerful presentation as she almost pushed him out the door with the obvious fact she'd rather be anywhere else, doing something crazy and fun, only made the young woman more intriguing to him. Willow Polk? Related to the mayor? Roderick managed out, following her guidance as she guided him around and towards the door. He caught was she was doing, however, with her constant chatter about a Miss Suzi's barbecue. Now, wait a minute, Mrs. Polk. Roderick stopped, giving the girl a once over. I certainly appreciate the hospitality, but I am here for the records. I'd rather get this done sooner than later, wouldn't you? He shifted himself as to turn back into the city hall. I'll tell ya what, though. You let me get a good look at the records, and I'll let you take me to this barbecue place, alright? He smiled lightly, watching the young girl. Click to expand... It's Miss, Willow corrected almost instantly, flashing her left hands towards him so he could see the lack of ornamentation. And the mayor is my father. You'll get to meet him later, I'm sure. He'll be thrilled to see you. That of course, wasn't going to happen and Willow would be surprised if Roderick even believed that. Her daddy didn't want to speak to the reporter and she was supposed to keep him away. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at him with an expression of utmost innocence as her curls bounced against her cheeks. I'm sorry Mr. Cross, she said, tone all syrup and sugar. But the record room is closed for the evening. I'm sure things stay open later in the big city but here we tend to close down rather early. Let people get home to their families and all that good stuff. Lie after lie fell from her lips and she knew she'd have to repent hard from her sins that day. But her daddy had told her to not let him into her record room and the only way to do that was to lie. Another bright smile and she wrapped her fingers around his elbow. Delicate though they were, there was strength in them as she started to lead him back down the street. Now come on. We're not too far from the barbeque. It's only a short walk. You're going to love it. And you can stop by the record room tomorrow and maybe we'll be able to find something nice for you. Tomorrow would just find her making another excuse. She would play dumb and sweet until he decided to leave.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Miss Polk, Roderick corrected himself instinctively. He considered her words and found them a bit out of place he had never intended to meet with the mayor, who was apparently her father, unless the evidence in the records room pointed him in that direction. She seemed adamant that he wasn't getting into the records today, considering her bold lie she just told. The records room wasn't closed, that much he knew from their website. But something tipped him off, and as her slender fingers wrapped around his elbow and pulled him from the office and onto the street. All right, all right, he gave in. I'll try this barbecue. It better be damn good, considering I'm missing out on work. He pulled his arm gently from her grasp, agreeing to follow beside the young girl. He glanced over her once again, realizing that he could easily be twice the girl's age. How did someone so young earn such a prominent position? Of course, Roderick immediately settled on nepotism and didn't even bother asking. Instead, he asked a broader question. Tell me about St. Thomas, if you don't mind.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Her laugh was light, fluttering on the warm breeze as she shook her hair. There's no need for such formality Mr. Cross, she told him as they walked down the sidewalk. Slender trees with heavy branches dripped white petals everywhere. The sidewalk was covered in a thick carpet of flowers that hid the occasional dangerous burred ball. You can just call me Willow. Everyone does. 'Cept for my oldest brother. He calls me Wil... A shrug of her thin shoulders and she laughed again. Oh well, St. Thomas is a lovely little town. It's probably much smaller than what you're used to but that doesn't mean we're wanting here. And with that, Willow was off. She explained a bit about the history of the town, glossing over some of the negative, criminal history. She talked about all the positives of the town, all the fun things to do. And she spoke with such a well rehearsed hair that it came across almost as false as her carefully crafted appearance. It was her job though. She was young and pretty and she created a very good image when it came the town. Plus men were more likely to take rejection from a pretty, young girl than one of the older women who worked at the city hall. It took less than ten minutes for them to make it to the river, an area of the town cultivated to look quite old and down home compared to the rest of the town. The barbecue restaurant was in a large, shack-like building. All brown wood and small windows. Even then the little parking lot was full and smoke rose heavily from the chimney. You're going to love this, promise. Best barbecue in the South, Mr. Cross.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

And you can call me Roderick, Willow. The walk was rather short, but longer than Roderick would have liked. During the trip, Willow went on and on about St. Thomas, but Roderick caught that she glossed over anything negative, and rambled on and on about the positive. He was impressed at a girl so young having such a practiced air about her, a facade that she could put up and roll out so easily. It was a skill that Roderick himself wish he had, but never could quite hid his true intentions. The part of town he found himself was rustic, giving off a vibe that Roderick had not felt since he lived on his grandparent's old farm. It was comforting, in a way, that stuff like this still existed since moving to the city, Roderick had considered the country feel all but extinct. The shack that the restaurant occupied even brought back some memories of Roderick's own childhood, and he found himself smiling just a little. I think you might be right, Roderick offered to her statement that he would love it here. He followed the young girl in, pleased that the inside of the shack was as down home and humble as the outside. It seemed everything was made of wood, with even the tabletops simply being polished and shined to make them suitable for eating. The place was packed, but a older lady wasted no time in greeting Willow, offering them a table in the back. After fielding several questions of who Roderick was, the waitress left with their drink orders, and Roderick took his seat across from Willow. So, Roderick said, straight to business. I must request that you give me some respect and drop the airs, miss. His voice was stern, but not hostile. I am aware that your records room was in fact not closed. He smiled. If your aim is to misdirect me until I leave, I fear you may be in for a long battle.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

That smile never faded from Willow's lips. Not as they were sat a table, not as she ordered her sweet tea, not even as Roderick tried to play hardball with her. In fact, she just tiled her head to the side and smiled at him as she undid her silverware and slid her napkin into her lap. Sir, she said politely. You're mistaken. The records room was closed. I don't know where you found the hours at, but they're liable to change day to day. One slender hand brushed her hair out of her face and her eyes darkened just faintly, smiling not reaching them. We're such a small town, she said. We can't always keep up with the hours. Especially when people need to get home to their families. But the mayor is very lenient and lets us leave when we need to. You can try again tomorrow but we're very short staffed now so I don't know if it'll be available then either. Once more it was all positives about the town. Once more it was all a complete lie. It was indeed her intent to misdirect him at all turns. It was in fact her mission and she was intending to do it well.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Roderick smiled as well, but his eyes remained hard as he watched the young girl. She was good. Real good. Idly, Roderick wondered if the rest of the mayor's kids worked at the city hall, and that was why he was so lenient with them. Are you the mayor's only kid, or do you have siblings? Roderick asked, changing tack just a little bit. If you do, do they also work at the city hall? The waitress arrived again, smiling big and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as she placed their drinks before them. Roderick sipped at his water, and when asked, he ordered a simple barbecue pulled pork sandwich. He waited for Willow to order, before he returned to their earlier conversation.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Agnores said Roderick smiled as well, but his eyes remained hard as he watched the young girl. She was good. Real good. Idly, Roderick wondered if the rest of the mayor's kids worked at the city hall, and that was why he was so lenient with them. Are you the mayor's only kid, or do you have siblings? Roderick asked, changing tack just a little bit. If you do, do they also work at the city hall? The waitress arrived again, smiling big and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as she placed their drinks before them. Roderick sipped at his water, and when asked, he ordered a simple barbecue pulled pork sandwich. He waited for Willow to order, before he returned to their earlier conversation. Click to expand... Willow ordered her own food, taking a sip of her tea and crossing her legs delicately at the ankles. Mm. No, I have three older brothers and a younger sister, she said, shrugging her shoulders and laughing softly. Two of my brothers are cops, the oldest of them is a lawyer. And my younger sister is a cheerleader at her high school. I'm the only one who technically works for city hall. Though I suppose the cops do in the more technical of terms. Shrewd green eyes focused on the reporter and she looked at him, sipping her tea quietly for a moment. Why do you need to get into the public records, if I might ask Mr. Cross, she said. We don't often have people coming from so far away just to poke around our very, very boring history.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Big family, he commented. Roderick narrowed his eyes. She knew why he was here. What was she getting at? He swore this was another trick to misdirect him, as good as she was. Any off the wall question could be to lead him away. Something she was very keen on doing, he observed. Did her father put her up to this? If so, why? Getting to those records was even more important, now. You know why, Roderick accused. To look into the death of Mr. Graves. He died on a hunting trip with the mayor, your father. There is usually a police investigation in cases like this, but there was none this time. I thought that was odd, and wanted to know why. Roderick sipped his drink. And since it doesn't seem I'll be allowed in the record room, it makes me all the more curious.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Big green eyes just looked at Roderick innocently, and this time it didn't seem fake. Why would there be an investigation? she asked. Hunting accidents happen all the time. And Mr. Graves was known to forget to put on his safety vest. It was open and shut. So I don't know what you hope to find, but there's nothing there. That was the way her father had explained it to her after all and he had no reason to lie about that. He'd been distraught over the death of his best friend and with Mrs. Graves having what amounted to a nervous breakdown at the time, everything was done as fast and painless as possible. I don't know why you're so curious about all of this. Nothing out of the unusual happened. Things are just done different here. Sitting back in her chair, Willow offered the waitress a smile as she brought their food, shaking her hair back from her face. But we do have a lovely festival coming up that you could cover if you'd like.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Roderick was taken back a bit. This time, he could tell by her eyes that she didn't seem like she was lying or trying to misdirect him. She truly believed this. Her father had been out with Mr. Graves at the time, so if anything foul had happened, it would have been Mr. Polk who did it...and he would for sure have told his kids a lie. He must have been a halfway decent father, even if he may be a murderer, as there was a lot of implicit trust there in the eyes of this girl. This would be the only instance in the entire United States, Willow, in which an investigation didn't follow an accident like this. I'm not trying to say anything funny did happen, but I think we owe it to Mrs. Graves to at least check. The food was brought, his pulled pork sandwich placed in front of him. Roderick hadn't realized quite how hungry he was until he saw the plate, and wasted no time digging in. I'll probably cover the festival too, just to pay the bills. But I need in that record room. You want me to leave? Let me in.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

One slender finger tapped against the table as she looked at Roderick with a thoughtful expression on her face. Pursing her lips, she sighed. If there was no investigation what do you expect to find the records room? she pointed out. She thought it was a good point to make and it would also let her know just what he was looking for. If it came down to it, to get him to leave she could let him into the record room. But she'll have made sure to remove everything he said he was looking for. Let him think it was lax record keeping on her part but he wouldn't find what he was looking for. Willow's father had made her promise to make sure of that. She didn't understand why he wanted her to do this but she believed him when she said the reporter would try to find the worse way to frame anything he found. Just like with the hunting accident. Roderick was trying hard to find something off with that, someone to lay blame on but it was just an accident. Accidents happened all the time. Hunting was dangerous. Guns were dangerous. And Mr. Graves had been distracted lately. It wasn't that odd. A little sigh and she shook her head again. Mrs. Graves is my mother's best friend. She's just trying to put this all behind her. She doesn't think anything happened other than an accident.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

I expect to find answers, he replied. You're right, there might not be much if there wasn't an investigation. I have thought of that myself, Roderick paused to take a bite out of his food. I'm looking for nothing in particular. He added, with a smile. Would she have any reason to? Think about it, Roderick said as he took another bite. Now, I'm not accusin' anyone, but if you did kill someone's husband, would you make it obvious something wasn't right? Roderick shook his head. No, anyone worth their salt would make it obvious nothing was amiss. He smiled. But don't take that the wrong way, I don't think your father did anything. Innocent until proven guilty, and all that. Roderick took another bite, and made a pleased sound. You were right, though, I love this barbecue.
Thread: The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Willow looked thoughtful as she picked at her food. If I killed someone's husband I would probably make a statement with it, she said, musing as she glanced back up at him. Though I assume if I'm killing someone's husband there would be a good reason for it. She shook the thoughts from her head of an almost poetic murder right out of a novel and offered him a crooked little smile. Mr. Cross, I'm afraid you'll find that the record room is under construction right now and you won't be able to get in for a good bit. She knew it was an obvious lie but there wasn't much that Roderick could do about it considering her father was the mayor and he was the one ordering it. And I told you you'd like it. It's the best in the South, she said. Plus I'm always right.