Running away (Kasen03 & LoveFish)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: kasen03 on 22-08-2009, 02:08:24</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Running away (Kasen03 &amp; LoveFish)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 02:08:24</strong>
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				Stefan was rather enjoying his time in L.A.&nbsp; &nbsp;Here on abit of business, a mix-up with the hotels put him right downtown in one of the ritzier hotels.&nbsp; Of course he quickly learned that there was some sortof 'thing' going on.. the lobby was nearly always filled with photographers, and seemingly hundreds of teen-aged fans waiting for.. well..someone.&nbsp; He quickly found that there was a lower level that was used by the hotel staff that lead from the elevators to the car-park.. sure it didn't have all the glitz and mirrors and plush appointments.. but it was quiet.<br><br>Stefan was a simple man.. and all the paparazzi and fans upstairs overwhelmed him.. He was in his mid thirties, and tonight dressed just to go out and see the town - white cotton slacks and a dark purple button shirt.&nbsp; He wore a light long-coat - they were calling for rain tonight, and the breeze from the sea could be cool.&nbsp; Plus he liked the image it gave him as he walked down the mostly empty hallway, pausing to lean over and adjust his loafers - unaware of the paparazzi in the garage waiting for the elevator to open with it's passenger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Running away (Kasen03 &amp; LoveFish)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoveFish</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 18:06:17</strong>
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				Jasmine was far from average yet every night she wished she was a little bit closer to it. Average people didn't have a parade of paparazzi fallowing them wherever they went. Becoming a hit celebrity when she was only 13, the past 3 years had gone from a blast to a living hell. Everything seemed perfect when it started; the fans, the shows, the attention. But after awhile it got old and the things she loved faded away with the spotlight on her. Being a teen pop star she had to put on a good example for the little girl who watched her every move. Her tours were nothing like the normal rock stars for her mother was always with her and there was no partying like she wanted to try.<br><br>She was in L.A. for a large show which she got to a day early. Large cities like this were her least favorite purely due to the natural population of paparazzi. In small towns the only ones she'd get are those who followed her around but here they came by the dozen. Since they were a day early she had convinced her mother to take her shopping. She had her "disguise gear" on: a long curly black wig and pair of large sunglasses. Her mother had a wig on as well which normally allow them to walk right past the paparazzi. The elevator came to a halt at the two stepped out, but a wig was left behind. Jasmine quickly snatched the wig up but it was too late. Her pretty brown hair was too recognizable to the paparazzi who were now pouring out of a corner. Jasmine only did what someone who was fed up with the situation could do: run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Running away (Kasen03 &amp; LoveFish)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:53:20</strong>
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				Suddenly the door to the stairwell slammed open, and a small waif of a teen burst out.&nbsp; By the look on her eyes, she had the hounds of hell hot on her heels. (try saying that 3 times fast!)<br><br>At the sudden motion, the paparazzi in the parking lot started to prepare themselves... Jasmine was trapped between those chasing her down the stairwell and elevator, and those who presumably are ahead in the car park.&nbsp; The only other option was the rather surprised looking man with the long coat. <br><br>Stefan backs to the side... giving a joking "hey..where's the fire." and a friendly smile.. and yet..it's not the smile of the hundreds of thousands to chase and swoon.. it was the apathetic look of a total stranger.&nbsp; He had no idea who she was..and it was a pretty nice feeling.
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