Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Out on the porch, in the entertainment room. The ballroom.
Beads of sweat dampened foreheads of stars and starlets alike.
The usual chitter-chatter of their peers was replaced by groans and complaints of current Mother Nature.
“God’s gonna finish this world soon, ain’t he?”
“This might as well be the first time I’ve asked for it to rain in Hollywood.”
Amidst this, a loud clearing of the throat and the clink of a wine glass called their attention to the front of the stage. A tall man with a beak for a nose shifted his frames around until all heads and faces were turned. The glass shot the sunlight into their eyes.
“Agh!” More groans.
“Flanigan; quit moving those you’re making the guests more antsy…”
“Oh, ha ha!” A curt little laugh excused him of his little distraction.
The stout little man of old age stood up on the chair and climbed up on the table to have the audience.
“I’m so, very sorry for this mishap.”
Everyone knew what he was referring to; even while holding a grudge against the humidity some humans and animals let their heads hang down. L.B. Mammoth, head of Mammoth Studios, couldn’t help but tug a bit at his collar, dismissing it as nothing but a physical reaction to the temperature, “Not to worry.”
A petite female was escorted by Flanigan to the top of the table alongside the mogul. Gasps greeted the opening of gorgeous eyelids, revealing silver blue irises.
“My God.”
“She looks--!”
Slack-jawed, the guests wondered if their growing suspicions would be proven right. “She will be starring in movies as she has always been,” Only managing to mumble the rest, “as if she were never gone.”
The woman strutted around the room and, with utmost respect, gave good afternoon to the others. L.B. and Flanigan gave each other a strange look, that of doubt that this stunt would actually work for the general public.
“Everything is to be expected,” shrugging the weight off shoulders to light an unwrapped cigar in the suit pocket. The director sneezed as the ashes teased his nostrils and removed the handkerchief from his outfit to blow his nose, “Pardon me sir, a-choo!”
While the guests began to mingle despite the heavy atmosphere newly created for them, the workers at the gathering whispered to one another slyly about the girl’s appearance.
“Think they’ll buy it?”
“Well the public never saw..”
“What ya think, Clyde?? How’s she gonna do?”
A gray feline with blackened stripes turned to his fellow valet and bartender, “She’ll be wonderful.”
Her gestures in casual conversation the same; the voice matched and melded. Every bit as attractive as the other. The same silver blue met with the intense blue green of Clyde’s eyes for a second before resuming.
Now what of her partner?
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I’ve had enough, dear. I don’t want to be here anymore. Take me home.
Take me home.
Still feeling bruised, hurting all over. To top it off I’ve been nearly--!
clank! clank!
“Danny.”
Finally an embrace full of love and care. “I’m sorry that this happened to you.”
“I’ve missed you, Sawyer.”
It’s been too long.
Jeers and oohs from the crowd I could never get used to filled the hall as I was being dragged out into the light. Pleasant sounds of surprise and admiration were not for me but were for the angel perched on my shoulder, her head pressed against my sore arm.
Sunglasses of the ward sparkled in the sun. I shielded my eyes from the burning light while welcoming its heat. Before I know it they’re hounding me again with flashes of their cameras and confusing questions that I simply don’t know the answer to.
Throughout all this she’s holding me close, “Let him be. He needs rest!”
Well, I am tired. Very.
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This was all I could gather up for this installment so far. I really wanted to upload it finished but for the time being it's going to stay like this until inspiration hits =/
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