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The Apartment Above the 'A Cut Above' Orphanage (Formerly Groovy Tunes), Sunday Evening
Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, had tried to be strong. He'd battled his caffeine addiction to the ground, after all, and it had been gruelling and terrible and also tragic.

Everything was so tragic.

In fact, today wasn't lacking in tragedy. He'd spent the time after Cade's funeral in a daze, occasionally throwing his hands into the air and crying, "WHY?" to the sky. He'd been so young. So young and beautiful. Why, oh why, was the world so cruel?

Clearly there was only one thing that could take away his pain, another vice to turn to that didn't involve those damned caffeine pills. He knew the right suppliers, people who wouldn't ask questions when he asked for back-door-delivery. They knew he tipped generously. Especially so whenever he ordered four large party platters with extra wasabi and pickled ginger.

Oh, his shame. Hopefully the dynamite roll body shots and sashimi stripteases would help to dull it.

Sushi orgies were the only thing that ever brought Jonothon joy, any more.

[OOC: Oh god, so open.]

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

"JONOTHON EVAN STARSMORE, THE STUNNINGLY HANDSOME AND RIDICULOUSLY WEALTHY ROCK-STAR DESCENDANT OF THE LATE JACK STARSMORE, HEIR TO THE VAST STARSMORE FORTUNE, ESTEEMED LEADER OF THE MIGHTY AND POWERFUL CLAN AKKABA, AND WIELDER OF MYSTERIOUS POWERS OF WHICH HE NEVER SPOKE," a voice boomed.

"WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID."

It'd be hard to see the monk, what with the hood over his face and the suddenly abundant amount of shadows that were in no way generated by a sub-par lighting department.

furnaceface

2014-02-09 07:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon froze, a California roll halfway to his beautiful mouth, framed so beautifully by his perrfect jaw, and he turned. Slowly. Oh, so very, very slowly.

The extras that had been paid to play his sushi strippers were nowhere in this shot, as it had been awkwardly cut in later when the network had decided the original shot was too sexually suggestive, and they needed to replace it with something more dramatic.

"Oh no," he cried, putting his hands into the air, but not before stuffing the sushi into his mouth. That was how serious his addiction was. That was how serious. "No, you couldn't possibly! I was so careful to cover my tracks every single step of the way!"

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 07:37 pm (UTC) (Link)

"JONOTHON EVAN STARSMORE, THE STUNNINGLY HANDSOME AND RIDICULOUSLY WEALTHY ROCK-STAR DESCENDANT OF THE LATE JACK STARSMORE, HEIR TO THE VAST STARSMORE FORTUNE, ESTEEMED LEADER OF THE MIGHTY AND POWERFUL CLAN AKKABA, AND WIELDER OF MYSTERIOUS POWERS OF WHICH HE NEVER SPOKE," the monk said, taking a step closer and out of the shadows. As it turns out, the hood was really more of a bag pulled over Kaidan's face, but who cared, right?

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. THERE WILL BE RECKONING."

furnaceface

2014-02-09 07:44 pm (UTC) (Link)

"No! No, I was framed," Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, cried, reaching for another California roll and flinging it violently (oh so violently) toward the mysterious monk. "How was I to know? HOW was I to know about the offshore accounts? What the words in that mysterious and ominous leather-bound book actually translated to? The capybara?"

The writers didn't actually know what a capybara was. It just sounded ominous enough, just then.

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 07:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

The monk reached up to shield his face with his impressively-sleeved arm. The sushi splattered violently across that sleeve, precious rice, cucumber and imitation crab flying across the monk's robes, leaving a single trail of mayonnaise sliding perfectly down his cheek.

"JONOTHON EVAN STARSMORE, THE STUNNINGLY HANDSOME AND RIDICULOUSLY WEALTHY ROCK-STAR DESCENDANT OF THE LATE JACK STARSMORE, HEIR TO THE VAST STARSMORE FORTUNE, ESTEEMED LEADER OF THE MIGHTY AND POWERFUL CLAN AKKABA, AND WIELDER OF MYSTERIOUS POWERS OF WHICH HE NEVER SPOKE," he boomed. "FOR THIS, YOU WILL DIE!"

At which point he slid a knife out of his sleeve and lunged for Jono in an impressively telegraphed slow-mo kind of move.

furnaceface

2014-02-09 07:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jonothon could have run. He had plenty of time to do so, what with how slow-mo that move actually was. But where would he possibly run to? Into the strippers, which were there for a moment more, edited back into the shot minding their own business, blissfully eating their sushi? Into the next room, toward the fire escape, where he could find his way into the street and get lost in a crowd?

The extras budget had already been blown on the sushi girls. Jonothon had no choice but to take that knife... to the heart.

He reached up to grab the monk's arm with a blood-and-wasabi smeared hand, looking with wide, tragic eyes at the face under the hood.

"You? How could you possibly be...?"

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 08:05 pm (UTC) (Link)

The monk pulled his arm back. Very, very slowly, so the camera could focus on Jono's hand as it slipped down his arm.

"I told you I would be back," he said, his voice losing that weird vibrato effect they'd been putting on it for the past 48 hours. "Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunned handy and impossibly cheating lip-syncing bastard of the Quite Alive Jaque Starsmore, heir to the Debts of the French-Canadian Heresy, hated troglodyte--" someone was feeling wordy, "... of the smarmy and subordinate False Clan, WIELDER OF CHEATING LIES!"

Someone was getting reprimanded for repeating 'cheating'.

never_dull

2014-02-09 08:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal burst in, a look of angry shock on his face. "You!"

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 08:14 pm (UTC) (Link)

Kaidan's head spun around! He had magically lost the hood between takes, but, you know, who cared about continuity!

He made Very Big Eyes.

never_dull

2014-02-09 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

Because Jono dying in the background wasn't enough of a clue.

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 08:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I have a job," Kaidan ground out, dropping Jono like a sack of potatoes as he stretched up. "Don't you dare! Don't... you... dare!"

Edited at 2014-02-09 08:42 pm (UTC)

never_dull

2014-02-09 08:44 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Me?" Hannibal hissed. Because that was totally a word you could hiss. He was talented. "You come in here, you kill Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, and you have the audacity to threaten me? What do you want?"

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 08:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Vengeance," Kaidan bellowed. "For my employers! ... For me!"

He made a sweeping gesture towards the prop that may or may not have at one point been Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke.

"And now it is done!"

never_dull

2014-02-09 08:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Vengeance?" Hannibal looked taken aback. You could tell, because he stepped backward. "For what? Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke never did anything worse than a few sushi orgies."

His gaze turned calculated. "You want his money; is that it?"

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 09:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I want my heart and soul back!"

Oooh. Nicely dramatic.

Another sweeping arm-gesture. "You don't know the things he has wrought," he said. "Of course you don't. You always turned away!"

never_dull

2014-02-09 09:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I turn away from nothing," Hannibal declared. He gave Kaidan an evil smile. "Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke would be nothing without me. I made him what he is."

Dead. Maybe. Ignore that part.

not_a_whiner

2014-02-09 09:34 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Then you will be the next... to die!"

Kaidan brandished his knife again. His hood had mysteriously fallen back over his head.

never_dull

2014-02-09 09:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

"There will be a death here, but it will not be mine!" Hannibal declared. He pulled out a gun.

usedtowhizz

2014-02-09 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)

James barged in with chopsticks in one hand, a blindfold in the other, and no shirt. "Hey, everyone! This is one werewolf ready to rock out with his..." James then saw the whole monk thing going on.

"I'll come back later." PEW.