Behind the Dorms, Sunday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]

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Arrive! Mingle!

[furnaceface]

Find a place to sit! In a chair, on the grass, whatever. Continuity is for wimps, here.

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had been an avid fan of Starsomore ever since she laid eyes on him first heard his music. Of course she would be there.

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[living_endless]

Wrapped in an extravagant fur-trimmed black leather coat, Deirdre took a seat right by the stage from which she could watch her one true love, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke.

She was so proud of him.

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[heromaniac]

There was a rock concert, of course Tomoko would be here. It would probably make the townspeople upset to have this kind of music playing and maybe there would even be a raid.

Plus, despite her motorcycle-riding induced partial deafness she still loved music and desperately and secretly desired to be in a band. So she'd snuck out of the house (not hard when your mom was passed out in a drunken stupor after a full day's drinking binge and a night of yelling and throwing stuff at you, blaming you for her not being able to keep a man) and here she was, bruises beginning to show on her face as she milled about, waiting for the music to start.

The Concert!

[furnaceface]

Wherein Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, sings.

It is the stuff of which dreams are made of. Dark and sweet and heavenly and hellish. You know. That type.

The First Half!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba had many, many gorgeous songs to sing.

Songs about love, songs about hate. Songs about life and light and darkness and his beautiful chest and about the things that one does on Thursday afternoons with groupies once they recover from their horrible cases of amnesia and come running back to one with open arms.

Beautiful, beautiful songs.

Re: The First Half!

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Beka hadn't meant to run into anyone from her past, but the music was still familiar. Beka stood off to the edge of the audience, watching music that once had moved her. Not now. A whole day later, it did nothing to her and that was how it should be.

The End!

[furnaceface]

After all of those very lovely, mostly handwavey songs about love and life and so on were through, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, opened his mouth, and out came...

A cover song.

That... wasn't right. It was nine minutes long, and a cover of some Iron Maiden tune. And, until the entire thing was complete, Jonothon couldn't stop.

It would seem, alas, that our beloved, beautiful rock star... Had contracted the horrible, terrible, career-shattering disease... The Legacy Virus. Which had destroyed careers for all musicians who had contracted it with the exception of very popular Iron Maiden cover bands since it was first diagnosed.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.

Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Because these rock concert things always end on a lovely note backstage. Come on back. Bring a friend. Bring two friends. Bring all your friends and your evil twin! Try to kidnap the rock star!

... Whatever it is you do backstage at these things.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"I see time hasn't changed you, Jonothon Evan Starsmore," Beka spoke, her voice had a smokey texture to it. Not that she smoked, but when there was need for drama, it changed out of itself.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, glanced up at the sound of a voice that was almost familiar, somehow.

For most people, it might have taken some work to recognize the face of the woman who had stood before him. For Jonothon, who wielded Mysterious Powers of Which he Never Spoke, recognition was immediate, and he held a hand toward her.

"Time will find me to be a difficult individual to change, love," he breathed, his own voice deep and throaty and, perhaps, a little shaken at the revelation that he had contracted such a horrible disease. "I see that I cannot say the same for you, though you remain ever the vision of beauty that I remember you as," from yesterday, "you appear to have..."

Dramatic pause.

"... Changed, somehow."

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She didn't reach for his hand and even if she had, he wouldn't have found any softness in the touch. She didn't do softness anymore.

"I'm no one's love," she said, tilting her chin up as she met his eyes. Her ghost eyes were truly haunted now, the warmth that had once been in them for him had long since cooled down. "I found change to be inevitable. Even your music doesn't sound to me like it used to."

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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

He was as perfect as ever, but no! Jean couldn't give into these urges again! it was bad enough with Bobby. And George. And Kyle. And Alex. And that guy who sold hotdogs in the park.

But not now!

"Jonothon."

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[furnaceface]

"Jean."

Beautiful, beautiful Jean, who filled his dreams and his thoughts and, dare he say it, his bed on those cold, cold Wednesday evenings, between his appointments with Claude and his Alcoholics Anonymous Support Group meetings... Or was it Monday evenings, between his weekly Clan Akkaba staff meetings and his appointments with Florence?

No matter! It was Jean, and only Jean, who could possibly understand his pain, and he found himself moving forward, his arms open, looking to pull her into his warm, heavenly embrace.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean could hardly help but through herself at those strong arms, that perfect chest and that biteable jawline. It wasn't fair to tease her so, fate.

"Jonothon--I--I'm dying."

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[fates_jaye]

If anyone would be able to see her, it would have to be Jonathon! Everyone else never had any idea she was there no matter how much she yelled, they just shivered a lot and threw things right through her ethereal ghost body. But after all they had shared, surely Jaye would be able to speak to him, and maybe make him realize that she wasn't really dead, she was still here! In the afterlife!

But probably not.

"Jonathon!" Jaye cried, trying to get his attention. "I'm here! Don't you see me?"

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, froze in place as he was signing autographs, looking up with wide eyes.

There was something there. Someone. Somebody beautiful and perfect and a world away, in that very same room. It was like a spark of hope, shining brightly in the deep abyss of darkness that was his life, now that that sickness had appeared.

He turned, then. Turned and looked directly at her, and for a moment, he could have sworn that he had seen the beautiful silhouette of somebody with whom he had once shared so very much...

"Jaye..."

Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke tended to come in handy, from time to time.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[fates_jaye]

She might cry from happiness if her tear ducts still worked in the afterlife, and in fact they might if they could get the glycerin on set on time. She knew it would be him! They'd always had something so special! She should have come to him first all along!

"Yes!" Jaye cried excitedly. "Yes, it's me! I'm here! I'm trapped between this world and the next! And only you can help me!"

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[living_endless]

Deirdre wiggled up to him after the show, concern flashing boldly across her face as she hoped her One true Love was all right. "That was amazing, darling. I've never seen anyone make Iron Maiden sound as .... sensual as you just did."

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

"Over!" Jonothon threw his arms in the air, and then when he brought them down again, it was in order to hold Deirdre close, to console himself and simply because he needed to feel her loving embrace. "My career, it is over! I can sing, my love! Oh, and I can sing well! But never again shall I sing my own dark and beautiful original works, while playing perfect chords and backed by a heavenly chorus! No, no, now I am doomed. Doomed to an eternity of cover songs, as I suffer from that most dreaded of diseases, The Legacy Virus, to which there is no cure!"

Just like all of the other horrible diseases that he'd nearly died of in the past.

He'd gotten better.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[heromaniac]

Somehow Tomoko found herself backstage, an urgent feeling moving her. This guy could be her ticket outta here. Even if she couldn't sing perfect anymore, maybe she could do something. She wanted to be free of this stupid town and her alcoholic mother and just be herself.

[insert scene of Tomoko riding her father's motorcycle into a distant sunset on a dirt road, one of the songs from the concert - not the cover song - playing over the scene.]

"Hey. I gotta talk to someone! Who's in charge of this cheap-assed outfit anyway?"

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

"That," Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, said, "would be me."

He stepped forward, shirtless and beautiful, with one eyebrow raised and his gorgeous jaw set just-so, his arms crossed over that stunning, perfect chest of his.

"Is there a problem, love?"

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was backstage. Don't ask how she got there; she was a Shinra. That opened plenty of doors, and money took care of the rest.

"Jonothon," she said, lighting a cigarette and looking mildly bored. It was how she rolled.

Re: Afterwards/Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, raised an eyebrow and gave the woman a small, serious nod. Her vague sense of boredom was complimented somewhat by his own sense of recognition.

And, of course, by his perfect smile and heavenly chest.

It really was a very nice chest.

"Ms. Shinra, I presume. I've heard a great deal about you." A pause. "And so, we meet at last."

OOC

[furnaceface]

Because this weekend is too much fun for me to risk ending the world.

Once again, I have no particular plans for Jono, so if you want to throw something at him completely and entirely out of the blue? I will so roll with it.