2020-06-14 Smile Bitch: Second chance
Second Chance
Storyteller: Nakisisa
Location: Aperture Science Enrichment Center
Date and Time: 06, 14, 2020, 201- 10:15 pm
Summary: Making movies
Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTJvdGcb7Fs
Karner has explained to Rochelle that there are some things she must do in this job for her own good. Buying him quail chicks to use in filmmaking at 2 in the morning, for example, or allowing him to scream his head off at her for periods of time each day. So it may not come as such a large surprise when he ushers her into one of the Der Blaue Engel's guest bedrooms one day and finds it transformed into a makeshift film set. He may or may not have told her what he needed. Or maybe it was a partial truth.
"Get undressed, darling." Karner holds out a mask to her, a half-mask entwined with golden vines, and grins his large grin. "This shouldn't take long. This is Ethan, and that's Delfine." What? Oh yeah, there's two other people here, both young. A young man with tanned skin, shaggy brown hair and an easy smile, and a slim young woman with a head of curly black hair and warm brown skin. They both look...well. High as heck.
Getting quail chicks at 2 in the morning is nothing compared to what is being asked of Rochelle right now. It was always hard to tell when Karner was being serious and surely he couldn't be serious about this. Except that he was. She gives him a look. A look at clearly says he is so very lucky that she is blood bound to him because that is the only reason she's not turning around a walking back out. "Right." She vocalizes, looking over the man and woman briefly before slipping off her own robe and letting her blonde hair out of it's bun. "You better be giving me one hell of a Christmas bonus for this, Karner." She shook her head and drew in a breath before walking up towards the bed and climbing on to it, right in the center, ready to motion for the other two to join her when Karner gave the signal.
The girl is amazing. She is doing it in all the right ways. She looks fantastic, but she is passing out, and the others had been paid to do a job well. They are animals manhandle through it, and then the video ends. It is a work of genius and skill. Now it is in the hands of the address. The time for waiting has started as they sit there basking in the afterglow.
Well, of course it was incredible! This may be amateur porn on the fly, but this was created by renowned auteur Karner Blue, who accepts nothing less than perfection. Even he knows all of this is a means to an end, however. He also knows that not many famous directors are submitting videos to this site. But this is all a means to an end.
Karner is generous enough to give them all robes and drinks before he kicks out Ethan and Delfine and waits to see the result of their efforts. He allows Rochelle to stick around if she chooses, though she may very well not want to.
Rochelle is exhausted on several levels by the time they finish. She is not moving from this bed for a hot minute while she drinks water and tries to recuperate a little. Once she's gathered some more of her wits though, she is definitely sticking around. After all, even if it *is* a porn film, she's still the star of it and she wants to know how these people like it. "...Why are you even doing this again?" She asks, curious, though lacking her usual inquisitive spirit in favor of sprawling out on the bed again and closing her eyes. Just resting them. Definitely not sleeping.
Karner sits at his desk, smoking a cigarette and watching his computer. He's set the lights blue now, and they make an eerie cast over the whole scene. "Information." Ash is flicked into the large black ashtray he keeps on the desk. "Naturally, Winters. I mean, I can and have made such videos for the sheer pleasure of it, but that was not the purpose of this particular film." And that's all she needs to know, for now.
"I hope it works." Rochelle will be sorely disappointed if all her hard work was for nothing. She sighed and opened up her eyes, pushing herself up and off the bed so she can retrieve her robe now. "How long do you think it will take them to get back to you?" She shrugs her robe back on and starts drawing her hair back up in to a ponytail. Walking back over to where he sat, she peered over his shoulder, leaning some against the chair so she doesn't have to stand completely on her own.
Karner clucks his tongue at her when she tries to look over his shoulder. She may be his ghoul and she may live with him, and /yes/, she just starred in a porno he insisted on her being in, but he is an intensely private man who doesn't like /peering/. "It wasn't long last time. I'm certain it won't be long this time." But he glares impatiently at the screen nonetheless.
Ding. You got mail.
Rochelle frowned when he clicked his tongue at her. "Fine. Be that way." But she doesn't quite sound defiant or annoyed or anything. Just matter of fact as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed again. "If anything, this has shown me that just running your errands isn't enough for me to stay in shape. I'll have to try and find time to get in proper cardio."
"Yes, take care of yourself, or whatever else you need to do." To serve me better, goes the unspoken words. Then...Karner leans forward veeeeery slowly when the mail comes in. Not out of fear, more like he's trying to deliberately pace his reactions. When you have a mind like his, a mind that sometimes likes to race out far ahead of you, it can pay to try and intentionally reign it in sometimes. He's become practiced at this, and he clicks open the mail casually, like he's glancing at the latest Bed Bath & Beyond coupon.
Spam. Erection pills. Long lasting. Keep you going for hours.
Karner smashes his hand down on the keyboard, almost hard enough to send keys flying. "BAH!" So much for keeping his cool. He locks the computer, gets out of the chair and begins to head for the exit. "I'm going to peruse the dailies in the screening room, Rochelle. Get yourself cleaned up." But he will continue to monitor his phone for emails from those people.
The screen cracks and the sound of it is loud filling the room.
Rochelle jumped a little as Karner smashed his hand on the keyboard and the monitor cracks too? She pushed herself to her feet, eyeing Karner for a moment before speaking. "I'll get a new keyboard and monitor delivered in the morning for you. In the mean time...yes. I'll go get cleaned up. Would you like me to bring you anything when I'm done? Maybe one of those blueberry muffins or a drink or anything?"
DING:You got mail. The speaker is crooks it out like an old man that is on 90 day cigar binge.
Rochelle jumped a little as Karner smashed his hand on the keyboard and the monitor cracks too? She pushed herself to her feet, eyeing Karner for a moment before speaking. "I'll get a new keyboard and monitor delivered in the morning for you. In the mean time...yes. I'll go get cleaned up. Would you like me to bring you anything when I'm done? Maybe one of those blueberry muffins or a drink or anything?"
Karner looks at Rochelle -- a really long, penetrating look. Then his rubbery face suddenly dissolves into smiles. "Yes, Rochelle, a blueberry muffin would be delightful, thank you." The fact that he just sort of destroyed his computer doesn't seem to be concerning to him right now. He'll use it as best he can, and if he can't, then he does indeed have email on his phone. He'll peruse the incoming either way.
<You have been selected.> The image loads slowly. <To win a brand new car!>
Now the image is all flashing banners and screaming girls leaping up and down in tight bikins. The sun is out and the dudes guns are out!
Rochelle nods, fully ready to head towards the bathroom so she can shower, but then her phone - which is on the nightstand - starts going off. She's never far from her phone, even when playing actress. Her brow furrows and she walks over to check it. Her eyes widen. "Uhm...Karner? I think you want to see this. How did they get my number?" She brings Karner over the phone and it reads 'Good tape. Sunday at 12 AM, Warehouse 341 come alone.'.
Karner's hands ball into fists as he stares at his email...but when Rochelle shows him her phone, his brows raise. "Come alone, eh?" He stares into her eyes in that odd, unblinking way of his, tapping his chin. "They don't want me there, for some reason. Interesting. Well?" There's a question in his eyes, but not really. She is going to go there, and maybe he will go there as well...but either way, she doesn't have a choice.
Rochelle stared back to Karner for a moment and then looked to her phone. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to figure out where Warehouse 345 is. I'll add it to my to do list." And she literally does start adding it and the Sunday appointment to her calendar. "And now I'm going to go take a shower. I'll bring you your blueberry muffin when I'm done." She turned to start heading towards the bathroom now. Well, she had always wanted to be an actress.
