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Thread: Kate Beckinsale: Assassin (Assume x Celebstars)

Anthony was happy when she decided to leave the question alone. Watching as she started to eat up he smiled brightly at her. Good, just keep eating. This was the only safe place for us to be after the accident. he said spoon feeding her some more information about what happened. After a few hours had pass, Anthony looked through his phone while eating some bread and nuts, thinking about what their next plan was going to be. After all his sister lost her memory, thought he was her boyfriend, and they had failed their mission. Sighing, he looked over to his sister to see that she was sleeping. Gulping a bit, he had to admit she was rather cute when she slept. He thought about sleeping next to her, but she quickly awoke. Hey..how was your rest? he said as he made his way onto the edge of the bed once more. Remember anything..? he said softly, not knowing what she would say.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

Once evening fell on SDCC, it was an all-out rave party. Bright lights blasted from every vendor, painting the ceiling and patrons in every color and pattern, giving the arena an atmosphere of levity. Though with nightfall brought another aspect to the con competition. Conference rooms were packed with gamers of all kinds, FPS, RPG, MMOs, RTS. They were all represented here. Greyson however found his itch was only scratched for one kind of genre, that being fighting games, Street Fighter in particular. He had done very well in previous challenges, being crowned the reigning champion for Super Street Fighter IV at last years con, and having held his title in online competitions throughout the year. However, defending ones title was quite another battle, and only the best would seek to challenge him now. There was a deafening roar of applause when he entered the large room, filled with fans of the game, eager to watch him hash it out with other lovers of the game on massive overhead screens. The music was thumping on the walls. He glanced toward the other end of the room, seeing his image projected on the screens. It still felt odd, all this attention he never really considered himself much to look at, but he supposed given the general populous of gamers, anyone under 300 pounds and breathing through the nose rather than mouth was a good representative for community. He was tall, almost lanky, about a head over most people, standing around 6ft 6, broad shouldered naturally and slender. He had some muscle tone, but wasnt exactly magazine cover quality. His features matched his build, straight, slim nose and large greenish eyes, they had cleaned him up nicely for the cameras, his agent had demanded it. Though he wasnt sure how he felt about the hair- his thick messy mane of brown tendrils replaced with a sort of Mohawk, closely shaved on the sides and textured everywhere else. He kept glancing to the monitors, assessing his appearance, wondering why they had wanted him so clean cut this was a gaming competition after all. Every inch of him felt as though it had some sponsored logo on it It paid the bills sure, but it was becoming a little garish. T-shirt, hoodie, jeans, sneakers all of it paid to be seen on his back. How you feeling? He heard his agent bark in his ear. He gave a small smile and a nod, not really looking to converse. If anything he just wanted to get in there with his people, and play the game he loved. It didnt take long for his wish to be fulfilled however, hearing the announcer pick up the mic and begin rattling off the rules and competitors. Greyson was excited to see some familiar faces from other competitions throughout the year, giving a wave here and there. Though there were definitely some strangers, and it made his heart thunder with excitement a new challenge was a welcome one.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

RE A Challenger Approaches.... The combatants took to the stage as the announcers called each name, before filing to the side where seating had been set up. The main stage was merely a PS3 for each player, controller and screen, facing one another as to hamper any kind of cheating. One could only really see the top of the other players head over the monitor. They were in a regular tournament style matchup, playing each round until only two were left. Once his name was called he climbed the stairs to momentous applause, Greyson smiled and waved to the crowd, shaking the announcers hand before taking his seat on the side stage. More and more names were called, most of the familiar. Though one name stuck out for him, watching as a young woman took the stage. Dressed demurely, with long ebony tresses and pale white skin causing him to raise an eyebrow. Strange he hadnt heard her name before, as female gamers were quite the commodity. Perhaps she was new, he summed up, returning his attention back to the crowd. He could feel his eagerness to play ever increasing, watching as the first two challengers went head to head. It wasnt long until it was his turn up to bat, a renewed vigor from the crowd giving him a rush of endorphins. He had chewed up and spit out his first few challenges without much trouble, as was to be expected given his last years win. Though Street Fighter was unpredictable sometimes, and even the best player could be caught in a combo streak and be knocked out in no time. He had a lot of pressure to live up to, given the importance of SDCC, more people would see this than any other competition he did all year. Taking a deep breath he watched eagerly as the other challengers were picked off one by one, dwindling the numbers until there were only a handful of players left. As he looked behind him to the other players he noticed that the dark haired girl was still in the game. He watched her for a moment, realizing he was staring a bit and returning his attention to the action.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

RE A Challenger Approaches.... The competition was more intense then Emilee realized it would be. Already as each contender took to the stage she felt nervous. Her heart was pounding so hard and quickly in her chest and everything was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe. The closer she got to the stage the more Emilee tried to keep herself calm and look collected. She was confident in herself, but this was her first time going up on the stage she was so use to watching in the seats. When it was her turn she took a deep breath and walked across the stage and shook the announcer's hand then took a seat on the side stage. Once she was sitting down Emilee felt a little more calm about it all. The cheers she received weren't anything to brag about, but she wasn't surprised since no one knew her. Watching each contender go up to face each other off was even more exciting now that she knew that any minute she'll hear her own name from the announcer's lips. Then she saw Greyson go up. He was so skilled that every person he went up against was defeated almost as quickly as he was called up to start the match. It was a bit worrying, but Emilee doubted that she was going to end up facing him. Honestly she was surprised she made it this far into the competition. Each time she went up Emilee managed to beat the person she was facing. There were some close calls like having one more hit to go and she'll die, but somehow she ended up winning in the end. Surviving such close calls made the crowd go wild when she would win and everyone else thought it was over for her. With each match the cheers for her only grew louder and more excited. It restored all the confidence and determination she had lost. That fire in her belly came back and so did her desire to win and show the world what she could do. Each time she came back after shaking the defeated opponent's hand, Emilee would return to her seat with her heart still racing from the excitement of it all. After seeing the empty seats that were once full of people get emptier each round made her realize how quickly the whole event was. As an audience member it felt like hours, but as a contender it felt like minutes. Next thing she knows she looked to see Greyson looking at her, but only seconds before looking away. Was he studying her? It was probably just her imagination. Seeing more and more people leave the stage in defeat next thing she knows there was only four people left. Even though she won that match she didn't comprehend the match she was about to partake in. The final match came and the two names were called. Emilee vs the champion Greyson. Never did she expect to make it this far.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

RE A Challenger Approaches.... The final match was more of a surprise than he could have expected, a complete unknown having destroyed the competition and becoming the crowd favorite was not usually how these things went. He could feel his palms beginning to sweat as both their names were called, taking his place at his screen, taking the controller in his hands. His fingers felt almost numb, having played so many matches already, his movements were more reflex than actual input. Letting out a shaky breath he shook the cobwebs out of his brain, getting into position and settling in for the final three rounds. He quickly took her out with a couple of combo attacks in the first round, it had been more of a fluke, getting her into a few combo breaks, something that rarely happened with any kind of consistency. The next round was not so lucky, both clamoring back and forth, matching one another blow and block, dragging out the second round for ages, until finally she overtook him, crushing him with an excellent and expertly played set of moves. He blinked a few times, having barely registered that he had lost the round, glancing up over his monitor to his competitor. Was this really happening? Greyson gritted his teeth, focusing back on the screen before him as the final round began, both sending a flurry of moves at one another, but he let is guard down for a moment, attempting to input a complicated, unlockable move for a finisher, but she was too fast for him, taking advantage of the momentary lapse in judgement to catch him in a grab and pummel out the last few dregs of his HP. The crowd exploded in cheers, a barrage of lighting effects filling his eyes. He put down the controller and shielded his gaze, hearing the announcer congratulating the new champion. That. That was it. It was done, and he had lost. Everything kind of blurred together for him, approaching the new champ and extending his hand, giving it a firm shake and finally offering up a small smile Great job that was smart. He complimented, seeing flashes from cameras in the periphery of his vision as his hand lingered in hers for a moment. He was ushered off the stage by his entourage, giving a glance back over his shoulder as Emilee was given her moment in the limelight. dont worry about it! His agent said with a smile, giving Greyson a pat on the back. Youll just have to come back next year, theres other competitions. Maybe you should ask Emilee for some pointers at the afterparty. He joked, making Greyson roll his eyes. Just like him to rub salt in the wound though he was interested in knowing more about this mysterious girl, coming out of nowhere and owning him so fully. He hoped he would see her there.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

RE A Challenger Approaches.... Emilee never suspected she would be good enough to actually go up against the champ or having a crowd actually favoring her as a new comer. Really it was all about the game maybe it was because she wasn't expected to be in too long, but instead here she was going up against last years champion. Her hands were a bit shaky and tired from the hard work she had to go through to win the previous matches, but after hearing their names she had to suck it up and go out there. When Emilee walked out onto that stage she sat in front of her screen and held the controller in her hands. She let out a deep and shaky breath to ready herself while getting into position. Her fingers ready on the buttons and her thumbs on the joysticks. Then before she knew it, the three round match had begun. The first round was like a blur, he was hitting her with a storm of combos. She managed to get a few in, but then he would find a way to hit her with even more. Ultimately she lost the first match, but now she learned his strategy and now she had a plan. The second match was more intense then Emilee expected. While she had her excellent attacks and combos against him there were times that she had to block and he do the same. Excitement filled her entire body when she saw on her screen the words saying You win! Emilee couldn't believe it, she actually won a match, but she couldn't just stop there she had to finish this. Emilee's eyes never left the screen, her victory and amazement was short lived when she saw the third and final round was about to begin. The round was a back and forth in a storm of combos on each other. Emilee thought she wouldn't be able to win this one, but the moment she saw his hesitation to input a final move, she took that chance to finish him off with a simple grab and pummeled out what was left of his health. The moment Emilee saw she had won that one final round she grew a big smile and made a happy laugh in disbelief. The cheers of the crowd only confirmed to her that this was real and not some illusion she was having. She got up from her seat and shook the former champion's hand with a normal, but happy smile. She wasn't the type of girl to rub victory in her opponent's face. Her shake was firm and she smiled a little brighter hearing him complimenting her. It meant a lot hearing he didn't have a grudge against her for taking his title instead he took it like a real champ that he was. Thank you. You were great. She complimented back while the flashes of the cameras nearly blinded her. One thing she noticed was that he hesitated to let go of her hand like he didn't want to let go until he was ushered off the stage leaving her alone with the announcer. Emilee knew there would be an after party and being the new champion she knew she would have to go, but she did look forward to it. She watched Greyson leave the stage he seemed to be okay, but Emilee did want to talk to him. He was a interesting man she wanted to know more about the former champ. Hopefully he would be willing to talk to her at the after party
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

RE A Challenger Approaches.... Well that was quite the upset. Greysons agent, the appropriately named Al, mulled over the events of the evening thus far, sneaking a cigarette out of the hotel window. He was a typical looking fellow for such a gig, attractive enough to be sociable, but not enough that he was off-putting. And despite having other clients, he had seen to it that he could spare the time to go with Greyson to SDCC. Maybe he was secretly a nerd underneath all the brand names and grooming, but Greyson doubted he would ever know the truth. Regardless, he was happy to have someone present who knew enough to help him dress for the after party, as by himself it was essentially a shit show. Apparently he had an image to uphold now, so going to fancy shin-digs in a hoodie was generally frowned upon. Here, put this on, and dont bitch about it. Al shoved an armful of clothing into his grasp, ushering Greyson into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Seriously? Is this really necessary? Greyson called from within the bathroom, one could hear the clattering of a belt against the tile floor. Yes, one hundred and fifty percent. Youre the looser now kid, gotta keep up that pretty boy image if you want to hold onto any of those sponsorships. Greyson frowned at Als honest but harsh words, finishing dressing and looking at himself in the mirror. He cleaned up pretty well, his slim frame fit well into a tailored suit, head to toe in black, save for a lime green tie. Kind of flashy, but it reminded him vaguely of an Xbox, which helped him feel a little more comfortable. Stepping out of the bathroom Al spritzed him with some cologne, causing Greyson to cough uncontrollably for a few moments. Come on man, you know my allergies dont cope well with scented stuff! Greyson exclaimed, Al merely rolled his eyes. Like putting lipstick on a pig. He joked, motioning to the door. Come on, your public is waiting. The after party was being held on the other side of the building, overtaking one of the conference rooms, this one with a balcony and amazing view. The lights were low, only the patterned and colored lights which filled the dance floor providing much illumination save for the DJ booth which was a blaze of color and sound. Greyson was beginning to feel a bit more pumped up, making his way quickly to the open bar and ordering himself a tequila shot. Downing it he winced, sucking on his lemon slice for a few moments, allowing himself a moment to glance around the crowd. Searching for a head of long raven colored hair.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

Greyson listened intently as she answered her question in a much more articulate manner than he, clearly she wasnt quite the basement dweller that he was. Though he got out a lot more than some of the other people in competitive video games, he was still one of them, drinking his fair share of mountain dew just like his comrades. Emilee however didnt really look like she fit into the same mold. Though perhaps he was just projecting his insecurities on her. For all he knew she sat curled up in the dark, eating Doritos and playing WoW. The idea made him smirk slightly imagining her in such a familiar light made it a little easier to stand next to her. She destroyed this however with her stammered answer to a date, which she didnt entirely decline but didnt accept? Greysons heart began to pound again, seeing the blonde turn back to him expecting a response. His mouth felt dry, forcing a smile to his lips. Well do you hear that Greyson? Looks like I set you up. Amy seemed all too aware of how awkward she was making things, and only seemed to revel in his misery. I-Uh Yeah, looks that way. He muttered, glancing down to Emilee again with a shrug of his shoulders. He noticed the camera man giving the signal for her to wrap things up, doing a quick outro and shaking hands. As quickly as they had been put in the bright light it was gone again, leaving the pair to their own devices. He knew he should say something to break the tension, but his experience with women definitely left a lot to be desired. He had a girlfriend a few years prior, but she had ripped out his heart and stamped all over it, causing him to recede into his games even more. Taking a breath he turned his attention to her. You youre in no way obliged to go along with any of that. She was just baiting us I wouldnt force you on a date. He reassured her, slipping his hands back into his pockets, feeling fidgety. Why was she making him so nervous? He was just like her, right? A gamer? Maybe she didnt even like guys! He motioned to the bar, feeling as though some liquid courage might make things a little more pleasant between them.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

Emilee had a semi-socal life, but mostly because of her friends being more social then she was and on occasions made her become a bit of a better talker then she was before. If she had the option Emilee would lock herself away in her room to sit in the dark, drinking coke, and playing video games all day. Naturally she was shy and insecure, but her friends did help build a more confident side that came out to help her when she needed it. Honestly she liked everything she saw and knew about Greyson it would be nice to know him a little better. Though of course when it came to the more romantic subjects especially while she was standing next to such a cute guy. Admittedly talking about things like dating and romance wasn't her strong point. She could thank her old boyfriend for that. Emilee caught him in the act cheating on her in her own bed. This was a man she fell head over heels for and wanted to marry him, but he had eyes on another after discovering her. The worse part was that afterwards he listed everything the mistress had that she didn't. Even though she was over it, it was still a horrible thing to experience and now she felt like she was ready. Of course her friends wanted her to and helped her along the way to feel like maybe it was time to go on the market again. Amy only made the awkward situation worse, but Emilee's answer didn't help either since she technically didn't completely object to the idea of a date. Like she said, if that's what he wants then that's fine, but she wouldn't force him to go on one with her because of pressure. What Greyson replied to Amy's assumption made her curious. Did he think she agreed on a date or was he thinking she was wanting one? It was hard to tell just based on his answer and face. Though it was nice to see Amy and her crew finally left them alone. Emilee took a breath of relief, but felt a strange tension between them thanks to the awkward interview. Emilee looked up at Greyson once he broke their awkward silence. Though now that they were alone she didn't feel as pressured, but strangely her nervousness never went down. Why was she so nervous when she came feeling almost completely happy. She held her arms behind her back nervously and replied I'm sorry that I answered like that. I really didn't help the awkwardness, but...really I didn't know what to say...it's not like I would say no... Emilee blushed brightly realizing he might take it the wrong way. I mean...I..damn it...I'm not good at this. She chuckled softly. Seeing him motion to the bar, Emilee smiled and gave a nod hoping that maybe they could fix this after a few drinks and a clean slate.
Thread: A Challenger Approaches.... {Greysmith x FemShep}

Greyson could hear her dancing around her words, struggling with the topic of romance as much as he did, though it was comforting to hear that she was as tongue tied as he was on the matter. She graciously accepted his offering of a drink, calling to the waiter and ordering two tequila shots. He leant against the bar, licking the side of his hand and shaking some salt there. So, miss champion, where you from anyway? Did you have to take a long flight to get here? He waxed poetic about having to fly from Texas all the way here, clear across the country, along with missing one of his connecting flights and almost not making it in time for the tournament. Taking his shot he realized he had no trouble talking to Emilee so long as it wasnt on the topic of romance or touching her. Just the thought of it made his cheeks color slightly, though that might have been the booze talking. He hand never been much of a drinker, able to keep a steady pace, though occasionally it would suddenly catch up with him, and he would be racing to the bathroom ready to upchuck whatever it was he had for dinner. This thought however was not really for polite conversation, so he kept it to himself while the bartender readied another round of shots. People came up to them occasionally while they talked, looking for pictures or autographs, but otherwise they were left to their own devices. Im not trying to start anything but. You never really said No. To that whole date proposition. Greyson said with a slightly lopsided grin, they were a few shots deep now, and it was beginning to have an effect on him usually in the form of having loose lips and spilling too much information out. Because I know my agent would be blown away if I took someone like you out. That would just about knock him on his ass. He joked, laughing slightly and playing with the empty shot glass. Oh god, why had he said that?! He was filled with liquid bravery now, and it was too lake to go back.