Soap about a famous person
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Thread Topic: Soap about a famous person
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Name: Chase Landon
Age: 25
Looks: Many would argue that Chase has some of the hottest features in Hollywood. Training for various films and television shows has made his body built and especially healthy. He doesn't have so much muscle that he is overdoing it, but enough to take a glance or two at. He has chestnut brown hair that sometimes is made lighter by the sun. Paired with that, he has dark green eyes. Most of the time, his skin is lightly tanned, bringing out his features just a bit more.
Personality: Being a celebrity, he can have a little bit of an attitude when it comes to certain things. Examples include wardrobe and how he does things. He's mainly kind, and does enjoy helping people, no matter who they are. When he is angered, he can do things that most people wouldn't expect, though that very rarely happens. As much as he plays the guy who eveery girl wants, he has always had an attraction towards men, so he does take a stand for the LGBTQ community when he has a chance. -
And, I do say, not it.
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Name: Cole Sarff
Age: 24
Looks: Is in an almost constant state of looking disheveled. Besides his sister's occasional visits, he lives alone off of welfare payments, and is mediocre about taking care of how he looks. His light blonde hair has grown a bit too long, reaching almost to his jawline in length, so he tries his best to keep it brushed backwards. Dark sunglasses hide the distant, glazed over look in his grayed eyes, which are long gone from being useful in the least. His skin is rather pale, from not going out much, but he tries to keep up a somewhathealthy diet. So while he isn't built, he's not lanky, either.
Personality: Cole is naturally very clingy once he's grown to trust someone, but that almost never happens, as no one wants to get to know the blind guy. At the time, he only trusts his dog and his sister. His dog is an immense mass of fur, tall enough that its head is at Cole's hip. He is Cole's best friend, and is very obedient, usually. Cole keeps to himself a lot, only really going out to get groceries or take the dog- Rosco- for an occasional walk. His knowledge of social media, celebrities and the rest of Los Angeles is practically another world away to him.
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It was a typical California sort of day. The type of day that phamplets showed pictures of, to make the tourists want to visit the beaches and walk around Hollywood. All it was to Cole, though, was a hot, muggy, everyone-is-walking-too-close-together sort of day. He couldn't see the blue sky, or the excited photographers prowling around in vans trying to hunt down a pretty face.
No, to him, it was just a grocery day. His right hand was holding onto Rosco's service harness, the same hand holding a bag of groceries, and his other occupied by a long white pole. Which, by the way, was a great asset in Hollywood. Technically, ot was supposed to stop him from running into or falling off a curb. But really, he used it to thwack people in the feet and get them to move, while all the while they couldn't get mad at him, because hey, he's just blind.
Rosco usually was calm. Usually, he'd see photographers sprinting around and only ignore it because he was busy leading Cole home. Cole wasn't sure what the dog had seen this time, but one second the dog was there, and the next- gone. No dog. No way home. For a second, he just stopped walking, and people passing complained about it. Somebody pushed him from behind, sending Cole stumbling to his right- over a curb? Or was it just a step? He had no idea. In a desperate attempt to figure himself out and find the dog, he shuffled his feet around and waved his arms in fromt of him to try and possibly find a wall, at the same time calling the dog's name. -
Usually, Chase would have been on set, reciting lines from a script that, once read, would reveal a cliche plot about a girl and a guy falling in love. Breakups, making out, and drama. That was all it ever was, and as boring as it was, it brought him money, and that was the one thing that was necessary when it came to charities. The only problem with the situation was that critics, many of the times, never paid any mind to what he had done for various projects. The paparazzi and media only cared for his relationships and new films.
Today, however, he was roaming the bustling streets of beautiful Hollywood. He decided on taking a break from the hit show that he starred in, Breaking Her Walls, to pick out a few new shirts for when he ever would receive the chance to have a night out. As he would have been recognized, he was clad in a plain outfit that consisted of a blue tee shirt, black jeans, and sneakers of the same likes. He wore a pair of cheap sunglasses and his favorite Yankies baseball cap. No one would pay attention to such a person.
Scanning the windows of the stores, he heard somebody yelling out. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what the person was saying. Following the word, it became clear. Rosco? Chase noticed the person who was doing this, and he took a slight jog in order to get to the man. "Are you alright?" he asked, but sooner after, took a gentle hold on the male's arm in order to aid him in steadying himself. -
Cole was suprised at a sudden grasp on his arm. There was something about being blind that made you more cautious about people touching you, especially strangers in the middle of a crowded area. "Hey, hey," he tugged his arm backwards, trying to make the other person let go of it even if it the hand was keeping him from wandering off. "Watch it, you don't just grab someone," he stated, and out of habit, slid his white pole across the ground and thwacked the stranger's shoe.
A second later, Cole realized that this person had something he didn't. He could, potentially, find Rosco. "Do you see a dog anywhere?" He asked out of the blue. "Big and furry and brown. Maybe jumping on someone." -
"Easy, easy, I'm only here to help, dude."
Chase very carefully released his grip on the arm, taking a step back due to the hit to his sneaker. He looked the other up and down, gnawing slightly at the corner of his lip. "Well, sadly, I have not seen a dog, but I can help you find him, if you'd like..." He began glancing around, his eyes flicking about, searching for any signs of a canine.
He soon had the thought that maybe the stranger wasn't capable of finding the animal by himself, so that gave him more of a motivation to get to the dog. Big, furry, and brown...? There were way too many dogs in Hollywood that wore that appearance. "Is there anything that makes him stand out from others?" -
Cole swallowed nervously. If he couldn't find Rosco, he didn't know what he'd do. His life revolved around that dog being able to walk him around. It seemed his last chance was that whoever was talking to him would be able to do it for him.
"It's a service dog," he specified. "Wears the vest thing," with a wide gesture to his own chest, as if to demonstrate, "with the big red letters and the whole 'ask to pet me' crap." If that didn't help find it, he wasn't sure what would.
((Psssh I'm just gonna have a little Rosco here too.))
Meanwhile, Rosco had gotten occupied with a particular man with big black camera. Because, man with big black camera had been crawling around behind a bush. Which looked pretty fun to Rosco. So he'd run off, just a few stores down the same road, to pounce on the man with big black camera. -
(Awe. :33)
"Ah." His suspicions had been correct. "Please, correct me if I am wrong, can you see?" He turned back to him, tilting his head a small bit. If he wasn't right about that, then he wasn't sure what was affecting the man that he would need a service dog to help him. He only waited for a response, checking around with his eyes for any pestering paparazzi members with their annoying flashes and their idiotic question. They already knew every detail about him, so what more did they need?
People seemed to be going completely around them, as if they were causing a scene. Only, then, they would be watching, and not moving on with their daily activities. Chase enjoyed the space for once, as he rarely ever got it. -
Cole took in a breath, pausing before answering. "No," he gruffly replied. Even though it was true, he disliked talking about it. Like even though his world had been rather dark for ten years, if he didn't talk about it, it wasn't an issue.
The camera man was indeed pounced upon. And just like anyone else would do if they were jumped by what seemed to be a brown mass of death, he yelled and pushed the dog off, jumping from the bushes and into the mass of people on the sidewalks. Immediately, people took interest, and Rosco jumped right after the man, diving to catch him. -
Chase gave a small nod, apologizing promptly after. "Well, why don't we go on and find your dog? I can guide you if you need someone to?" He felt a bit upset that he lacked such an important sense.
This caused him to imagine how it would be to live in a world without being able to see the beauty in everything. No television, no mountains, no paintings, pictures. He shuddered, itching at his elbow. -
Cole slid his white pole across the ground again, making sure he was on the sidewalk. He felt somebody trip over it, and that verified that he hadn't been knocked into the road. "Alright. Yes. Can you give me your arm?" He reached out with his free hand, gesturing for the other to give him his arm.
Rosco lept at the man again, who looked pretty worried about it. A circle of people cleared, and people were chattering. The man barked a word at him; "Sit! Sit!" And Bosco was quick to obey. Just like any proper service dog, he sat down right where he was in the middle of the sidewalk. -
Apologies.
Chase watched the man do so, somewhat intrigued. He watched the person that tripped in order to be sure that they did not get hurt. When he saw that they were fine, he gave a small smile. He took that man's arm gently, as if to be careful. If anything frightened him, it would be hurting someone that didn't even know him.
He checked around himself for any photographers or or paparazzi. Not spotting any of the pests, he nodded happily. -
Cole swallowed; he probably shouldn't let a stranger lead him around. For all he knew, this was a serial killer, who targeted helpless people who had no way of knowing what was going on. But.. It was his only hope for now. With Rosco run off, he had no one else to depend upon. "Alright.. Now, don't try to take me anywhere but down the sidewalk. Got it? Just to find the dog," h instructed, as if any serial killer would really obey that kind of thing.
The man blinked at the obedience of the dog, but realized the vest it wore. Rosco just stayed where he was, until the man grabbed the handle of his vest and walked him to a bus stop across the street. There, he sat down, and called the animal shelter. Better to send the dog there than let it run around, he thought. -
Chase could understand why the man was being so careful, as it was not like he could see who he was and what his intentions were. That thought caused him to frown, feeling guilty once more. "Trust me, we wi stay on the sidewalk the entire time. We'll find your dog, okay? There is absolutely no reason to worry." As he led Cole down the sidewalk, he yelled the dog's name a few times, though he wasn't too loud.
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Cole was making constant, steady sweeping motions along the ground in front of him, being careful to keep it close to him this time. It ensured he didn't trip on any eneven parts of the sidewalk, or bump into anyone else. Besides this, he relied entirely upon the guidance of the other person. Who may or may not have been telling the truth. Really, he could only hear their promise. He had no way of knowing whether or not their face appeared sincere.
Rosco had sat on the ground beside the man who'd taken him to the bus stop, when he heard his name being called out. The dog stood up, barking and pulling on the lead that the man was holding. The paparazzi man stood up, still holding onto the dog, but glancing around for whoever was calling for it.
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