My Name is Brandi (PM first!)

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The place smelled funny. A disgusting blend of sweat, bad attempts to cover it with body sprays, and overloads of energy drinks. It left Brandi Williams with the distinct feeling that she had completely misheard her agent... "Jerry?" She tapped the man in question on the shoulder, sipping her water as she waited for him to turn his attention from his bluetooth to her. "Hey, Jerry, come on, I know there's no one on there."

With a sigh, he turned to her, a slightly annoyed look to his face. "What is it, Brandi? I was talking to the studio head. He wants you to use as many of the catchphrases as possible during this, by the way. And that comment of yours? He heard that."

"Myeh." She took another swig of water, then nodded out towards the stage she was waiting to be announced onto. "Why exactly did they send me to this thing, anyway? What the hell is a BoneCon?"

"Pwncon. Pwncon! Its a gamer's convention! Dear God, you don't even know where the hell you are?!" Jerry shook his head in disbelief. "What did you think it was?!"

Brandi's eyes widened a bit as he explained, laughing a bit. "Ahha! That makes more sense. See, I thought you had said BONEcon... and I was startin' to wonder just what they had in mind for this sequel- or whatever you wanna call it."

She had been against the whole idea of a fourth edition to the Dead's Dawn series, trying to explain to the studio that movies made sense in trilogies; going above that was just trying to squeeze the last drops out of a dead cash cow. Unfortunately, Jerry had gotten her to sign that contract without really reading it 7 years ago... And the clause that if the director signed on, she would be as well had been unknown to her. Sammy had agreed to it three months ago, leaving Brandi to have to follow along as well, reviving her character of the gun-toting. machete-wielding badmouthed bimbo, Candy Campbell.

Damn it.

It wasn't that she hated the series, or even the character... But more the consequence of playing such a recognizable character for so many years. It had been her first role at the age of 18, dropping out of college to take what she thought would be her ticket into fame. She got it, alright... The title of The Queen of B-Movies. People rarely thought of her as Brandi Williams, the star of over different 10 films, guest star of 20 tv shows, or even her stint on Broadway.... No, she was the epitome of most men's favorite things as her character; blood and boobs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen- mostly gentlemen, it seems out there," the announcer began, the crowd quieting down a bit as he spoke. "Its the moment you've all been waiting for, all you Dawners! Here with some very groovy news for all of you is the woman we've all been dieing to see... Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Candy Campbell!"

"Seriously? Even him? What the hell-!" Brandi sighed, shaking her head as she walked out onto the stage, giving a slight wave to the crowd, though no smile could be seen on her face. Reaching the mic, she snatched it from the MC, giving him an evil glare before addressing the group. "Hey everyone... Great to be here at Bo- I mean Pwncon... What'ya say we get right to the announcement, huh?" Turning to the screen behind her, she reached up to grab hold of the cord attached to it. "Have a look, folks... The premiere art for... Dead's Dawn Four!"

Yanking the cord, Brandi smirked- only to freeze as she saw the art herself. A rather badly photoshopped image of herself in one of the usual barely-acceptable-for-young-eyes poses and covered in compu-generated blood, a gun in one hand and a zombie head in the other. Embellished across the bottom was the tagline... Sugar and Spice, and things that can Slice- That's what this girl is made of.

"Wow. That's... that's just terrible."

Realizing that the mic was still in her hand, she gave a glance towards the audience, then to Jerry offstage. Woops...
 
The dark haired figure had been standing by the booth for several minutes now, his brown eyes slowly looking over the text printed onto the back of the case he'd been handed by the man on the other side. Not that he was reading what had been written upon it anymore. The young man finished doing so a while back and had used the past few minutes to think over what he was doing here.

He worked a simple enough life as a clerk back in his home town, where he often passed the time with friends by watching too many bad movies and playing a lot of video games. The guy was a simple twenty-one year old of fairly average build who rarely traveled far from home, and here he'd been dragged along on a plan which he hadn't fully subscribe toward.

"Jeeze, here you are!" A light haired nineteen year old of similar build called out to his older friend, closing in steadily while sidestepping the various people crossing his path, his voice shifting into a lighter tone as he stood beside the brunette, "What were you thinking wandering off like this? Try to remember that we're on a mission of life or death."

The older of the young males old stood his ground while glancing over his shoulder toward the other male, his slightly messy dark hair framing his face as he flashed a bewildered expression while responding, "Will you calm down for a minute? We're attending a convention, not going undercover inside the league of villains secret headquarters."

The blonde haired young man with more than a hint of urgency in his voice and body language was Brian Ryder, while the slightly more mature of the pair was Andrew Valdez, whom happened to have his hands full with a couple of cases for computer games. Both of them were among a small group which traveled a fair distance in hopes of finding help for a local disturbance back in their town. Now, while a convention for geeks, fanboys and other assorted folk which often took their hobbies a little too seriously may have seemed a questionable location to search out help for most, it actually made perfect sense to others. Least if your line of reasoning happened to work the odd way people such as these two often did in the past.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I just don't want to risk missing out on our chance to catch up with her before she leaves." Brian started to explain while trying to catch his breath, idly staring at his friend and the CDs in his hands which caused the unwanted distraction before realizing, "Wait, can't you just order those online for the same price as they're asking here? Why are you even wasting our time with looking through these anyway?"

"My friend, the net shall never replace the simple pleasure of sorting through your sources of fandom enjoyment in person." Andrew simply explained while picking out the games he wanted, reaching for his wallet inside of his jacket and pulling out the monetary valued amount without giving his friends question a second thought.

Letting out a brief sigh, Brian gradually gave in to his childhood friends flawless line of reasoning, his own hand reaching down into the front pocket of his pants, "True enough. Okay, I've been looking for this one anyway, but we really should make this our final stop for the day."

"Agreed." Was the only thing the older of the pair said while collecting his change and holding the plastic bag of newly purchased items, waiting for his partner and partial mastermind behind this scheme did the same before continuing in their strange quest.

A half hour and several sidetrips at a half dozen or so other booths later, the pair quickly made their way toward the stage where they expected to find their apparent messiah, both of them carrying a couple bags of gaming items and assorted magazines along with them. By the time the two had come upon reaching their planned destination, they found most of the upfront positions taken and only a few spots remaining in the back.

"You just had to have your picture taken with the guys who designed the puppets in that sci-fi movie, didn't you?" Spoke a slightly agitated Brian while searching out the best remaining spot to sit where they could best see the stage, his friend following behind like he often had in the past.

"Least it was a one time opportunity." The darker haired of the two shot back in defense, taking out the photograph and looking it over as a remembrance of what had been his personal highlight of the convention thus far, "You were the one that wouldn't make up their mind between those sets of comic books."

Brian briefly stopped in his tracks, glaring at his friend while correcting in a calm but stern voice, "For the hundredth time; they're Manga's, not comic books. There's a difference. Now come on already. Don't forget we have a town to save."

The blonde haired young man resumed his trek, finding a good set of seats for them to take as his friend rolled his eyes while letting out in an exasperated tone of voice, "How you talked me into joining in on this crazy plan is beyond my understanding."

Which is pretty much how things had transpired between the two, helping to set their current actions into motion. They needed assistance of the unusual variety. The type which most outside of where they came would either scoff at as the scheming of pranksters or rantings of madmen. And even a number of those back home would have considered the solution Brian came upon a rather useless and desperate endeavor. That's where Andrew came in, neither having the faith nor the hero worship to completely blind him of the reality of what they were hoping to achieve here. Still, like many others from where they came, he was desperate and willing to try almost anything at this point.

The duo traded a few other exchanges while waiting patiently, than grew silent like the others in attendance when the announcer started to speak. Both sat with biting anticipation, only for the darker haired of the pair to join the other fans around them in shattering the quiet once she stepped out. Brandi Williams; better known to many of her fans of Candy Campbell. Andrew and Brian were both what one would consider fanboys in their own right, although the latter of the two would often come close to obsession at times. Either way, they were both familiar when it came to her body of work, and, like others, this was what brought them here. Although for an entirely different reason than most in the building.

They waited with little patience while the brief opening statement had been made, both sharing a genuine interest over the unveiling of the post of the new Dead's Dawn sequel. Sure, they were here due to a concern over the lives of their friends and family, but it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy a little fanwank along the way.

When the poster was revealed to the world (or however much of the world the image would spread to courtesy of the various cameras going off in the stages direction), it seemed the majority of those gathered around were pleased enough with the design. Or were at least trying to keep any signs of disappointment under wraps, perhaps more for fear of being mauled by those around them than actually disrespecting the star and their host.

Of course, they needn't worry about the star, as she'd inadvertently voiced her own displeasure over the visual for all to hear. A mixture of surprise, confusion and amusement could be heard filtering throughout the crowd in reaction, most seemingly not sure what to make of their heroines words. Which also happened to include one of the two young men sitting toward the back of the many sections of seats.

"She's not exactly giving off the same vibe as she does in the movies. Do you really think this is a good idea, bro?" The darker haired of the friends began to ask while staring up at the stage, half listening at what the center of everyone's attention was saying when he turned in order to face the person he'd addressed, "Hey, Brian?"

Brian failed at giving a response to his buddy's question due to his undivided attention being focused upon the young woman they'd come to see, his eyes nearly like saucers while gazing toward the scream queen, "She's even more badass in person."

The slightly older of the two could only slap the palm of his hands against his own face in reaction, resting his head against the opened hand while lightly shaking it back and forth, letting out a groan in disbelief at ever agreeing to what this man had in mind. How does that old saying go? Who's the bigger fool? Is it the fool that leads or the fools that follow? He was starting to wonder at this point.
 
Sebastian hated crowds, so many people all loud ,their voices reached his ears talking about mundane things ignoring what was going on in the world.

This Pwncom festival was no different too many people doing things that made little sence when the world was about to be attacked by a demon from hell.

Sebastian shook his head he'd been here for a hour now seeing the faces of people he knew amongst the teeming mass of unknowns which constantly came into view. He wanted to leave and leave now yet he was on a mission ,an important mission, he had set this in motion by finding the words that had called forth the demon, it had taken months of searching the net, hunting down clues, defeating monsters and security drones til he found the lost work.

Sebastian recalled the moment of discovery, a rare sense of achievement that had for a moment filled him with joy until he looked at the last line , he could not release the hero without the help of others.

Unwilling to ask anyone , unsure how they would respond Sebastian had sent the web link to all his friends, if only he hadn't, if only he'd gone with his first idea which was to ask Candy Campbell to come to his school and be his friend and deal with all those bullies who pushed him around...if only.


He caught sight of his friend Andrew and his friend Brian walking with purpose toward a far entrance , it was time to embark on a new quest for glory. Walking with renewed courage Sebastian moved into the sea of humanity and immediately wished he was somewhere else.

It was chaos, everyone going in different directions bumping into him ,he almost tripped a few times, a young child started running towards him , it looked like a hobbit, Sebastian found his hand in his inner jackets inner pocket and took a hold of a ring he'd left there for safe keeping, as he produced the ring to show the hobbit that he was a friend a woman bent over and picked up the child.

The woman looked up at Sebastian then seemed to adjust her top slightly moving the material up a bit the woman looked back at Sebastian , smiled and as she rose stuck her middle finger up "next time take a photo" she said tartly before moving off into the crowd.

Sebastian was confused he looked at the ring in his hand, why had the woman been rude to him he was simply showing that he was a friend to the hobbit. A quick bump brought Sebastain out of his confusion and with determination the pale weedy 18 year old continued to walk into the malestrom.

His right hand in a pocket on his great coat his hand on a ST12 the weapon of choice for Sarrah King of the Krondar Space Empire, his other hand held the ring buried in another pocket amongst the well luck charms of the Ice People of Planet Sarter they protected Sebastian and made him strong.

Reaching the safety of the door that lead to the meeting place where Candy Campbell would appear Sebastian looked back and shuddered how could so many people be in such a small space?

'....Miss Candy Campbell' Sebastian turned and looked at a vision , a perfect woman a great hero Candy Campbell saviour, brave ,fearless and always beautiful.

Sebastian did not even hear her comment on the promotional banner , he never even saw it, all he saw was Candy saving the day, saving him and making him popular.


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Sebastian Rodder
Age 18
Height 5'9
Pale complexion and a little on the weedy side.
Tends to wear a lot of more clothes than others and hordes all sorts of parahenalia in the pockets of all those clothes that feed the fantasy world his mind inhabits more often than not. He actually believes Candy Campbell is real and that the name Brandi Williams is a name Candy uses as her cover.

Sebastian's mother died when he was seven , his father buried himself in work and hasn't emerged yet. Effectively Sebastian brought himself up , finding solace only in the fantasies that his mind constructed. It was only in High School that he found others who shared his love of fantasy stories, but even in that grouping he felt a little on the outside of things.

The rest of the high school at best ignore him like his dad does, at worse target him mercilessly, the desire to be popular to be treated like he mattered lead him along the path to finding a powerful friend to make that happen.

With the help of his friends they opened the door for the demon that now attacks their town, many times since Sebastian has wondered if he should have gone with his first idea for a powerful friend to come to the school and change his life......he just never believed Candy Campbell would have the time to help him after all she was really busy fighting zombies.
 
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((for some reason i thought of the B movie Rock Monster when i read this story? http://www.watch-movies.net/movies/rock_monster/))

(OK i can take a hint...i will leave your thread...have fun with your nerd boys)

nerd boys acting like zombies...nerd boys R gonna bone candy
"Wow. That's... that's just terrible."
 
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((Darwin is on my ignore list. My post won't reflect what's written above me.))

Brandi gave Jerry a bit of a dumbfounded stare as some of the crowd giggled, while others seemed horrified at the fact their idol was far from impressed with the promotional work for her newest project. Her own slip of the tongue had left her in a rather awkward position, unsure of how to solve it. Maybe Jerry could-

"Stop looking at me!," he hissed, flailing his arms back towards the stage. "Fix it, fix it!"

Well, so much for his help. With a light laugh, she turned to look at the crowd, trying to find the best way to cover her dumb mistake. "Heyy, ahhh... Well, I guess we should've hired some of you guys to do this one up, huh? Hopefully the full work is in better shape, right?" With a nervous laugh, she dropped the rope onto the floor beside her before heading to the small table and chair set up for her at the front of the stage. Still, the idea of some of the fans out there doing the artwork would have been a bit more frightening to her. With some fo the things she found on the internet related to her, some worse fake images had been circulated...

But even her fans seemed to know when they were fake, based not on badly covered cut and pastes, but the fact that they knew more about the birthmarks and marks on her skin than she even knew herself. How these websites found out about her butterfly birthmark on her buttcheek, she had no clue. Hell, half those sites knew more about her than her own mother.

"Let's get to those questions!," She shouted happily, grinning as a cheer roared out in front of her, a horde of hands thrusting into the air with thoughts to voice. "Ok, just a few quick answers to the inevitable ones to come... I'm not doing any adult movies, I won't do one with you, and no, I'm not looking for any dates or someone to go out with tonight."

...And that eliminated a good quarter of the hands in the air.

With a laugh, she guestured to one of the guys in the front. "Yeah! What's on your mind?"

"Yes, ahh, Candy, I was wondering-"

"Brandi." She scowled, shaking her head as she corrected him. "It's.. It's Brandi, guy. Candy's the chick on the poster."

"Oh, right right. But, ahh, Candy, I was wanting to know about the inconsistencies with Dead's Dawn 1 and 2. In the first one, you clearly had a sawed off shotgun on your back when you left the college dorms- but then at the beginning of number 2, you were no longer carrying a sawed off, but a fully intact brand new model. What was that all about?"

Brandi just stared at him a moment, then laughed. "Wow. Stickler about that, but not about... Bahh. Listen, guy... I just do what the director tells me. The continuity issues aren't my deal." Leaning back in the chair, she grinned as she kicked her feet up onto the table. "So...Any other questions from anyone without a stick up their ass?"

The resounding slap of Jerry's hand hitting his forehead echoed onto the stage as Brandi now resorted to demeaning the audience... who mostly seemed to find it funny. Jerry peeked from around his fingers to the scene before him, breathing a slight sigh of relief. He could chalk it up to her having fun with them; that worked. They seemed to think she was in 'Candy' Mode anyways... she was just being in character, right?

Candy would act this way.
Of course, Brandi was a thousand times worse.
 
The pair watched from the back as the woman they'd come to see went about doing damage control, neither being any more aware than anyone else over what amount of it was a genuine add lib and how much had simply being part of the show. Despite a rocky start, she very much came off in her demeanor as if she were in the character of Candy Campbell. Even if neither of them were the type of die hard fans they'd grown to become after years of b-movies and horror marathons, it would have made for a rather line blurring experience to watch her on stage.

Either way, they both continued to listen as she spoke, than looked around as hands shot up the moment a chance at asking questions had arrived. Andrew almost immediately took notice of the blonde sitting beside him flinging his own arm up into the air, making him believe that his friend was going to ask the woman for her help right there in front of everybody. Of course, once Brian's arm came back down after she made it clear she wasn't interested in being asked for a date, the dark haired young man couldn't help but let out a deep groan while shaking his head in near disbelief.

"This isn't exactly the time or place to start hunting for a booty call!" He hissed toward his friend in a whispered tone, leaning in his direction while keeping his eyes primarily directed toward the stage, "Especially not with a woman whom we're trying to remain on the good side of things."

"I know!" Brian shot back in defense with a similar, if somewhat less whispered level of volume in his voice, "I just wanted to ask if those rumors of her appearing in Once Bitten, Twice As Hard were true."

No amount of groaning could properly express what Andrew felt at that very moment, so he instead settled on a simple rolling of the eyes while slowly slumping back into his seat, his voice dripping with sarcasm which nearly flew over his friends head, "Yeah, you're right. That's a lot better than asking her for a date."

Inwardly, the twenty-one year old noted that he should have at least be thankful it wouldn't have been a question on making an adult film with her. Not that he could entirely fault his friend if he were to address such an interest, despite his lack of tact in potentially choosing such an open forum for it. The woman truly was the definition of a scream queen goddess among those in attendance. Both for her memorable roles on film, her amazing physical features and the aura many projected on her of a bad ass tomboy which simply dripped sexiness. While it certainly wasn't the most flattering thing to tell the woman, her image had kept many a fanboy company on those long dateless nights. How she hadn't become more popular in the mainstream was beyond his understanding.

Watching her up there as she answered questions, his mind slowly starting to think toward those rumors about the birthmark on her buttcheek, Andrew soon found his attention had inexplicably been diverted away from the stage and back upon the surrounding crowd. Somehow, among the sea of people which were cramped into the overfilled section, his eyes fell upon and could make out the familiar figure of Sebastian among the masses. He couldn't tell if their friend had seen them since arriving on the scene, but it was a welcomed sight to see a third member of their party nearby.

Unfortunately, they were currently too far apart for Andrew to start calling toward the teen without drawing attention toward themselves, which had been something he wanted to avoid for now.

"Hey! Candy! Over here!"

The young man's eyes widened as he slowly turned his head back toward his overzealous friend, seeing him waving an arm back and forth through the air like a pupil trying to grab their teachers attention. Before he could try and silence Brian, it seemed his turn had been called, leaving him only enough room for whispering out a near silent plea for not saying anything stupid.

"Can you tell us how long it'll be before shooting begins for Dead's Dawn 4?" The blonde haired fan asked the moment he'd been given the chance, quickly elaborating further upon his question, "And do you have any immediate commitments lined up prior to filming? Or is your schedule going to be more freed up for the time being?"

Okay, that wasn't so bad, Andrew figured. Maybe a little weird toward the end, but it came out vague, yet direct enough to settle as a purely movie related question. He figured it was definitely a step up from straight out asking if she could come to their town to help fight off a bunch of a demon and such. And Brian actually presented himself as a relatively normal but curious fan, rather than a borderline raving fanboy.

"Also?" Brian quickly jumped back into talking before Brandi could answer his first questions, and before his friend could hope to stop him, "Are you going to have any nude scenes in this movie? Oh! And are we going to see anything similar to the possessed fire hose rape in the original Dead's Dawn??"

A light thumping sound could be heard by those directly around their seating area, as Andrew let his head slump forward until the back of the seat in front of him came into contact with his forehead, ignoring the slight pain it brought as he simply let his head rest there for the time being.
 
Sebastian was enchanted his eyes never left Candy Campbell, seeing her in the flesh was just about the best experience of his life, a stark contrast from the little demon issue back home.

He listened intently to her words and felt something he'd never felt before , no that wasn't true he'd felt this thing once before, when hiding under the football stands during lunch he'd heard a commotion and had seen and watched Sarah Steinman with her boyfriend, he understood the mechanics of what was going on but except for seducing (with the help of FAQ on fan sites) cyber babes that ocassionally feature on the games he played he'd never seen a woman the way he saw Sarah that day.

Until now.

Sebastian sighed if only he was built and powerful and knew how to talk to the female species like Daniel Spector who had helped Candy save a school from zombies 3 years ago, or Alan Hawkings the navy seal captain who had helped her take over the Chinese sub , fill of zombies, last year.

Sebastian had searched in vain on news channels for info about the chinese sub , eventually concluding that the government was denying it had ever happened and stopped the news people from talking about it, still Candy had shown them she had managed to get a documentary released into the cinema's. Yes Candy Campbell was some woman.

His eyes caught his friend Brian and his friend Andrew and he realised he was suppose to get closer, that was the plan , get as close as you can.

Walking now around the back of all the people and down the side of the hall, Sebastian got as close as he could without bumping people out of the way infact he was now only five people away from Candy.

When Brian spoke and asked his funny question. Sebastian heard a few people say things like...

"...I'd like to stick a fire hose up her..."
"...I'd stick something else up her..."

Sebastian looked at the backs of the speakers and said loudly "You shouldn't say that , shes here to save us"

Heads turned to look at Sebastian and all his courage disappearred and he looked down at the floor desparate to leave this place, he should never have left his room at home.
 
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Pone Con

"Ladies and Gentlemen- mostly gentlemen, it seems out there," the announcer began, the crowd quieting down a bit as he spoke.

"Its the moment you've all been waiting for! Pone Con has very groovy news for all the lonely woman that have been dieing to see a huge cock... Ladies and gentlemen,'Captain America'!", the announcer yells.

Peter Wyatt is pushed out on to stage front of the crowd felling like Papa Smurf.
http://abowlofstupid.com/wp-content/2007/04/captainA.jpg

He is shy and hopes his huge cock doesn't get stage fright in front of the large crowd.
"The moment you have been waiting for....Look here you Mother Fuckers!...THE MAN WITH THE WORLDS LARGEST COCK" the announcer yells

"Seriously? Even him? What the hell-!"
 
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If only he had stopped at his first spurt of questions. Then perhaps Brandi wouldn't have been giving him the look that she was now... The first bunch had been fine, giving her hope that perhaps the guys here were interested in more than just her bra size. But then he had to go and bring up the fire hose...

God she hated that scene.

"Well...," She started, a bit of a huff behind her voice as she stretched in her chair. "Shooting should start in the next few months. They're going over a few revisions from the original script, and are still at odds over some of the wardrobe pieces. Think that you guys are gonna love this one. Candy's going to Hawaii. So I suppose that'd lead into your other questions... Now, this is one of the scenes they're debating over, so its possible it might not make it but... There was a scene written up with Candy choosing to use her bikini top as a weapon. As for the fire hose scene-"

She shot a glance offstage to Jerry, who was grinning like a fool now. "They won't let me talk them out of removing that scene," She grumbled, shakin her head. "Ok, be honest with me, guys. How many of you have worn out your DVD's by watching that cut over and over?" She gave the group a leery glance, then laughed. "Sick bastards, the lot of ya. I'm not allowed to give out the details on it, but to give you guys something to perv out over... Let's just say it makes the hose scene look tame."

"But as for my schedule... Until I hear back from the director, I'm just cruisin' around for the conventions. Not much else to keep myself busy with right now..." She shrugged, giving a light laugh. It kind of hurt to say that, really. She had been dating someone for a few months, but the relationship had ended only a few weeks before she headed here. Probably part of the reason she was on a short wire today. But looking for someone new at a convention- Not likely to happen.
 
Andrew peered up from his current sitting position, slumping down into the chair due to a feeling of embarrassment caused by his friends line of questioning. As if being sat next the guy asking a beautiful woman known for b-movies if she has any nude scenes in her next flick was something to be looked down upon in this group of misfits. If anything, it'd probably make them almost heroes amongst the masses for asking what many had been thinking but few had the guts (or in Brian's case, the lack of common sense) to actually ask her about.

When she did finish addressing his questions, Andrew leaned toward his friend and immediately started to chastise him in as quiet a tone as he could manage, "What were you thinking?! Nude scenes?? I thought we were here to ask her for help?"

Not that his words did any good, since Brian was currently flying on cloud nine at the moment, his eyes remaining locked upon Brandi as she eventually resumed answering any other questions thrown her way.

"Dude, she actually spoke to me." The blonde haired teen muttered to himself while ogling the young woman on stage with his eyes, his friends presence barely registering with him, "Candy Campbell actually looked directly at and talked to me. In person!"

The older of the duo raised an eyebrow while watching his friends reaction, waving a hand up and down across his field of vision, then snapping his fingers under Brian looked his way, "Brian? Town in trouble? Demon? Needing help? And I'm not just talking about the psychiatric type. This ringing any bells?"

Andrew's friend gazed at him for several seconds, the wheels slowly turning as his recollection of why they were here returned, "Uh, right. I guess we should ask her about coming back with us to fight off the ancient evil, right? Let me!"

Brian started to raise his hand again, but Andrew acted quickly in grabbing his arm and pulling it back down while correcting him under his breath, "Not in front of everybody, you dork! And certainly not across a sea of people."

The dark haired young man let out a sigh while scanning around the room once again, his gaze eventually falling upon Sebastian who'd since moved near the stage. Looked like he had the right idea, if a bit overwhelmed by a few stares which remained directed his way for whatever reason. Either way, there remained little point in sitting and waiting toward the back now that the three of them were settled into attendance, especially after the attention Brian drew to their current location.

"C'mon, we'd better meet up with Sebastian." Andrew suggested before taking the lead, his friend eventually following in his tracks, both of them keeping their attention divided between their path and watching the goddess herself up on stage.

"We so need to see that movie. I can't wait to find out what they have planned for outdoing that scene in the first one." Brian noted while the pair squeezed their way through the masses, keeping pressed against the side of the hall as he added, "Do you think anything like that will happen back home?"

Andrew stopped dead in his tracks, turned his head to glare back at his friend for a long moment, then shook his head in disbelief before resuming the short trek toward the third member of their group.

"No, Brian. I seriously doubt anything like that will happen." The older of the two explained as they scooted along without drawing attention to themselves, his mind considering the possibilities before adding on, "But just to be safe? We might wanna look into find someone else to water our yards for the next week or two."

Finally reaching their current destination, Andrew glanced toward a couple of people nearby which were looking their way, whether because of the youngest of the three or Brian he couldn't tell, nor did he really care.

"Can I help you people?" He stated plainly while addressing those few onlookers, maintaining eye contact until they each gave in and looked away, then turning his own attention toward Sebastian, "Hey? Are you sure you're going to be up for this, man? You're not looking so hot right now."

Not that Andrew doubted his friends commitment toward their mission for saving the place they called home. He simply had a slight concern over the younger male being able to handle hanging around so many new people, let alone having to actually come into contact with their b-movie idol.
 
Sebastian nodded at Andrew relief in his face, he really shouldn't have spoken aloud it always lead to problems, only his friends understood him, most of the time anyway.

"Yes I'm fine" Sebastian answered Andrew with a slight squeak in his voice.

His eyes turned to Candy Campbell he could just catch sight of her head, she was so wonderful, at night when he slept she was there , his friend ,they would fight battles together and when they won she would hug him and kiss him ....then the dream would change and another battle or another hero would appear.

He loved dreaming ,it gave him strength and it gave him hope that maybe one day something wonderful would happen to him.

Sebastian considered the present problem, which was other people more specifically the people in between him and Candy. He doubted they would let him get passed because they had been so mean to Candy before, so he had to get rid of the people.

Sebastian slapped his outer jacket suddenly, then realised where it was ,digging into one of the inner pockets of his inner jacket Sebastian pulled out his very own Anarons Squarker a small stick about 5 inches long coloured green with a small fog horn that made a noise like an off tune parrott on speed, it was right out of the Seper War Series

He pressed the little button on the horn and the most awful noise came out. All the people near Sebastian jumped, many looked back in anger and all moved out of the way. Especially when Sebastian pressed the button a second time.

Suddenly there she was in plain view Sebastian was dumb-founded for a moment, his Squarker still held out, he was oblivious to everything else except Candy Campbell.

Poor Candy Campbell who would save him and make him popular would face the demon on her own.

NOOO!!, his mind thought she will not fight alone, he'd fight with her all she had to do was teach him. Then Sebastian knew what he had to say.

"How long did you train for?". his voice clear and without a hint of the terror he felt.

Then before Candy could answer, Sebastian turned around looked at his friends, smiled and then his eyes went to top of his head and he fainted, landing face down the squarker still in his hand.
 
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Brandi was getting antsy now. Her mind was wandering as she finished the spilling questions from the audience; Some that made sense, others that seemed to be nothing more than just fan curiousity, and the rather embarrassing ones that she refused to answer. She was getting eager to get back to her hotel; back to the pool, and the mini-bar that she had discovered before heading out to this thing. If only she had known about it before she had left; she would have stuck a mini bottle of whiskey in her pocket. She'd have toask Jerry to take a run to a liquor store for her. After the afternoon she had, she was going to need quite a bit more than just mini bottles.

Toying with a pen she had stolen from Jerry's briefcase, she had it hanging out the side of her mouth as yet another question came from the rather noisy young man before her. Before she could even answer, though, he was on the floor.

"WOAH!!" Jumping to her feet and the pen falling from her lips, she started waving for Jerry to get onto the stage. "Someone help him up! Jerry, get security out here! Ha- does this mean I still have to answer his question? Doubt he'll care now... Seriously, someone get out here- he's drooling..."

As security came rushing out from the wings, Jerry hurried out to his client's side. "OK, folks, that's gonna do it for Brandi Williams! Hope you all come to see Dead's Dawn 4, and be sure to keep an eye out for the trailers! Candy Campbell in a bikini- I'm sure you're all anxious for that!," he laughed, trying to rush her off the stage.

"Um, Jerr, aren't I supposed to sign a bunch of shit? You're gonna piss these guys off if I don't sign SOMEthing..."

"We'll just Ebay your shirt when we get home. They'll go psycho over it. Hell, if we throw your bra into the mix, you can probably get a few grand for it all." Still hustling her off the stage, Brandi was getting a bit frustrated by his flailing hands.. which knocked her hotel's keycard from her pocket. "Let's just go. The last thing we need is for you to somehow get wrapped up in a lawsuit or something over making that kid faint."

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Brandi had always figured she'd be able to get a limo or two in her life as a movie star. Instead, she was cramped in the backseat of Jerry's Prius. She had actually wanted the backseat, however... due to Jerry's usual wandering hands. He took it upon himself to be not only agent, but security as well. More of a reason to grab at her, really. She really wasn't in the mood for his crap right now. "I'm tired, Jerr."

"Well, I would have figured that much. YOu had a pretty busy day today; flying out for this thing, making a complete ass of yourself, all those questions-"

"Oh, SCREW you Jerry! You told me the ad campaign was actually going to be good with this version! What the fuck was that, huh? That didn't look shit like me! It was like they used a barbie doll for their basis, not me!"

"Honey, the only part they were looking at was completely you. Those boobs were all yours." He laughed as they pulled into the hotel parking lot, Jerry opening the car door for her and helping her out. "We'll get them to do a better version, ok? Right now, what's it really matter? I'm gonna have major damage control to do, though, thanks to what you said."

"Boo hoo for you. You should've made sure they didn't send me such shit to promote. Go to the liquor store for me, would ya? I need a drink. Bad. And none of that cheap shit, either." She yawned, shaking her head as she followed him up to her room.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't get too wasted, ok? You still have to go back there tomorrow. I don't think they'd like to see you with a hangover." Unlocking her door for her, he gave a smirk, watching as she entered. "I'll be back in a few hours. Try to cool your nerves, would ya? I'll see what I can find for you."

"Hmph."
Brandi slammed the door behind her, stripping off her tank as she headed for the shower. It wasn't that she hated her fans, just the fact that they seemed to equate her face with Candy more than Brandi. Hadn't anyone seen her in New York?! Anyone?! Nah, the only show they probably bothered to watch there was the musical attempt at her own film. She had seen it before... Insane. Half the time she couldn't even hear a damn thing thanks to the shrieking crowd around her.

Running the bath, she finished stripping down and fetched herself a few of the mini bottles from the fridge. Some off the wall brand she had never heard of... But after a twist of the top and a sampling sip, it wasn't that bad. Slipping into the bath, she gave a soft sigh and took another slug. She technically had gotten what she had wanted out of life, really... She had gotten fame, though not in the way that she had hoped. Her face was known around the world; but not her name. The only thing she was really missing was someone in her life.

Erik had been a great guy at first. Everything she had always dreamed of. He wasn't that big a fan of the Dead's Dawn series, either... Which meant no continuous rantings on scenes over and over again. He didn't want her for money. Fame, however, seemed to be an issue. After the invite to the opening party for one of her friend's newest horror flicks, Erik seemed to have found her friend to be more fascinating than Brandi... because of all the damn cameras following her around. Well, screw him too. She'd find her own way to be happy. Right now, that was coming from the nearly empty bottles on the tub's edge.

Between the alcohol in her system and the soothing warmth of the tub, it didn't take long for Brandi to fall asleep right there in the water.
 
"Yeah, that's only slightly annoying." Andrew sarcastically said to himself while keeping a finger plugged into the ear facing the squarker, only removing it once Sebastian started to ask his question.

During the short period they waited for their idols response, he kept praying to himself that the younger man wouldn't follow up his question with anything along the lines of Brian's earlier comments. Much to his chagrin, however, Sebastian ended up following his question by doing something about as embarrassing. Andrew made eye contact with his friend right before he began collapsing onto the floor of the room, the entire scene happening in what almost appeared as slow motion for the dark haired store clerk and his teenage friend. The pair could only exchange glances before Andrew dropped down to check on their fallen comrade, Brian's own attention split between Brandi and his friends.

"Sebastian? Get up, you dork!" Andrew tried ordering his friend back to consciousness while carefully nudging his shoulder, clearly not being familiar on dealing with an unconscious person in need of aid, "You'd better snap out of it, man, because I am so not giving you mouth-to-mouth."

Especially not with the trail of drool which had begun spilling out of the young man's mouth, which he at least figured would count as a sign of life, for what that was worth considering his current condition.

Meanwhile, as security came rushing out in order to help with Sebastian, Brian had started panicking upon noticing 'Candy' being ushered out of the room. The blonde haired teen began waving his arms and calling out her name in an attempt at capturing her attention. The problem is, there were about a few dozen other males doing about the same thing at that very moment, drowning out every hope he had of his voice being heard. Otherwise, he was certain Candy would have stopped to hear what he had to tell her about their town.

Trying in vain to move in closer for his voice to become heard over any others, Brian had only been capable of staying near enough for his eyes to catch notice of an object falling out of his idols pocket, pausing long enough to snag the item near the edge of the stage.

"Hey, Candy! You dropped..." He started to call out for her while holding the thin object in his hands, then finally realizing what had fallen into his mitts, either by accident or caused by a greater force of fate.

"Holy... Andrew!" Brian quickly turned around and began pushing his way back toward his friends, finding the one he'd been calling out for now standing on the sidelines as security went about checking on the third of their group.

"He's almost as bad as you, Brian." Andrew stated in a sarcastic tone, trying to mask the concern he had for his friend while keeping a watchful eye upon Sebastian, turning slightly to face the blonde youth with a heavy sigh, "This hasn't exactly turned out the way we were hoping, has it? I don't suppose you have a plan-b?"

Without saying a word, Brian held the keycard up to his friends face, waiting patiently while the twenty-one year old slowly came to realization, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yeah! It's the key for Candy Campbell's - mph!" The young man's words were quickly cut off as Andrew placed a hand over his mouth, stifling his foolish attempts at blurting out what he'd held in his hands.

"Shhh! Do you want to start a riot around here?!" Andrew let out in a whispered, yet forceful tone of voice, his head shooting back and forth to assure nobody else had caught wind of what little spilled out of his friends mouth, "I don't want to even begin thinking about what some of these people would do if they found out about this."

The slightly wiser of the pair glanced around a short while longer, then eventually released the hold over his friends mouth while inquiring, "How'd you get that anyway? Don't tell me you picked her pockets."

"Never!" Brian shot back quickly, seemingly insulted over the notion of ever stealing anything from Candy Campbell, "She dropped it on her way off the stage. I think....I think she wanted us to find it. I think she may have heard me calling for her during the commotion and wants us to follow her."

Andrew raised an eyebrow at his friends direction, understandably questioning his line of reasoning, "You sure she didn't just drop it by accident?"

Without missing a beat, Brian shook his head and began going on about fate and saviors, most of which Andrew only picked up about half of, trying to humor his friend before deciding he'd take his word at it.

"Okay, okay." The older of the pair shushed while reaching for and taking the keycard, looking it over while rationalizing, "Well, we've already come this far, and we do have her you-know-what. Even if it's only a coincidence, we should take advantage of this and at least try to speak with her about our problems back home."

Turning to glance over toward the third of their questing party, Andrew let out an exasperated sigh while adding, "Um, right after Sebastian over there regains consciousness."

"But what if she has to leave? Or if she thinks somebody else found the key and changes hotels?" Brian started protesting, his paranoid mind already working away in ways which few others could hope of understanding, "We should try and talk with her as soon as possible!"

Andrew gave his friend a frustrated look, finding himself annoyed at the teens impatience but also knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it while waiting for Sebastian to be given the clear for leaving, "Okay, but you're staying here and keeping an eye on him. One of us needs to wait behind and I doubt she'll take the guy who asked her about a nude scene that seriously."

Brian resumed protesting once again, stating how he'd been the one she left the key for as his reason for going, but eventually gave in after a number of near heated exchanges between the two fans.

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Andrew made certain Brian knew which hotel and room number he was to bring Sebastian by once he'd regained his sense, then made the drive toward the hotel their b-movie goddess had apparently been staying. Despite having arguably been the most grounded of the three, the young man could feel the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach over the idea of actually talking with the woman. She was, after all, a real life celebrity which he'd seen on the big screen multiple times, not to mention countless viewings upon the small screen back home. It didn't help that he'd been the most reserved about coming to her for help in dealing with a real life demon, making him concerned over sounding like an idiot.

Regardless, he eventually pulled into the hotel parking lot with his used car, counting on the others to follow in Brian's own jalopy of a vehicle in their own time. Letting out a heavy sigh, Andrew stepped out of his car and steadily made his way into the hotel, fingers clamped tightly onto the keycard all the while he navigated his own way through the twists and turns of the hallways. This place wasn't exactly the type of accommodations they figured a big movie star like Brandi Williams would stay at, making him question if it really was her keycard which his friend had picked up at the convention.

Still, he inevitably found himself standing before the door which matched the keycard in his hand, causing Andrew to let out one more heavy sigh before knocking against the door, "Hello? Ms. Williams? Are you in there?"

Silence had been all which greeted him for the next couple of minutes, the young man bringing the keycard out of his pocket and giving it a look over, thinking over his options before eventually coming upon a decision.

"I hope I don't get jail time over this." Andrew muttered to himself while slipping the key into the slot, waiting for it to unlock before slipping it back out and gripping the handle, slowly turning and opening the door.

Taking a look around the room, he could tell someone had been in here recently, despite the lack of anyone actually moving about in the immediate area. The young fanboy stood by the open doorway of the beautiful starlet, keeping one hand upon the door while jokingly thinking in the back of his mind how this either had the makings of a skin flick or a series of unfortunate events that would put his friends earlier spectacles to shame.

"Brandi Williams? I'm sorry for intruding, but I needed to talk with you about something important." He called out again, releasing the doors handle to allow its closure, yet remaining near the doorway on the off chance she happened to have a sawed off shotgun handy and he needed to make a sudden break for it.
 
A few minutes after everyone left.

Sebastian opened his eyes, his mouth felt funny and the first order of business was wipe his mouth with his hand. Having done so Sebastian looked at what had now transferred . "Drool not good" he said to no one in particular.

"Oh Hi Brian "Sebastian said noticing his friend for the first time since he had recovered , looking around now he noticed everyone else had gone "Wow this squarker works really well."

Putting it away into one of his many pockets, Sebastian made a mental note to send a letter of congratulations to the people that had made it.....Maysell....no they were Misall...no that wasn't right it was myself...me I made it, why did I forget that?

However before he could examine that question he felt fingers on his arm.

"Whoa" Sebastian found himself being dragged by Brian who seemed really eager to get somewhere else.

The trip in Brians car was fun its was like GTA if Sebastian almosted closed his eyes he could even see the console in his hand and then they stopped looking around he saw himself in a car and managed to look surprised. "That was a neat ride we should do it again"

Just then a ladies voice reached his ears "HI baby wanna make me happy" Sebastian looked around she was a tall lady with hardly any clothes on she looked cold she must have been cold because it was cold.

Sebastian walked towards the lady "Yes we passed a building just down the road they sell jumpers " then Brian was dragging him again " ITS THREE STREETS DOWN BUT WATCH OUT FOR THE GREMLINS HIDING IN THE CINEMA NEXT DOORRRR" he yelled the instructions to the lady who wasn't looking at him anymore

"Maybe I should go back..." Sebastian offered

"NO" Brian said "I'm not letting him have all the fun" as they entered the Hotel

Sebastian walked straight towards the elevator not looking anywhere else and not saying anything to anyone...he was doing exactly as he had been told , well that was okay with him , the lady with the hobbitt had been rude ,Candy had run away and the lady who was cold didn't seem to be interested in jumpers ....so if all these people didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't talk to them.........he was kinda used to that, it was called his life.

Walking along a corridor having exited the elevators Sebastian followed his friend

Then Brian opened a door. Sebastian followed and looked at the door handle it had opened without a key ...was it magical or enchanted?

Then Sebastian heard Andrew and looked at his friend "Hello Andrew why are you talking to a door?"
 
Bubbles... Tiny Bubbles...

Brandi's head shot up from the nest of bubbles in the tub around her as she realized what she was doing. Jeezus, sleeping in a vat of freezing water?! How long had she been asleep?!

And more importantly, where the hell was Jerry with her booze?!

Grumbling to herself as she slung herself out of the tub, she grabbed one of the starched white towels from the rail next to her and lazily wrapped it about her chest. He probably drove off to some damn bar, get his own drinks in instead of doing like she asked. Some help he was. "There even just some... mouthwash or somethin' in this place?," She grumbled, discovering now as she peered into the medicine cabinet that the two miniscule bottles of liquor that she had been so casually sipping had actually had quite a punch behind them.

Brandi was a wee bit drunk.

Hearing the door open, she peered around the corner of the bathroom with narrowed eyes. Jerry? The voice speaking wasn't recognized, leaving Brandi to wonder if this was instead room service. Had she ordered food? Now she couldn't remember.... Well, may as well see what they wanted. Stumbling out into the small hallway, she had a hand against the wall as she guided herself back towards the bed. "If its fish, I don't want it. If its steak, it better have fries and a salad. I don't really remember calling you, but-" She paused as she sat on the bed, looking at him blankly. "Heeyyy, you don't have food..."

He had said her name. The RIGHT name.

Shit, did the credit card bounce? God dammit, Jerry. You really do suck. Some agent he was.

"Listen, I can take care of this. Just let me... Let me get my purse." She looked around the bed with a rather haphazard flail of her arm, trying to remember where she had put the black leather bag. In doing so, the corners of her towel began to lose their hold in the tuck between her breasts, Brandi teetering on the edge of giving her guest a free preview of her 'assets'. "Shit. I lost my purse," She announced, still leaning over the side of the bed. "Double shit, I think I'm stuck."

Hoisting herself back up, she shook her head, looking back up at him. "You're not from the hotel, are you?," She asked, startin gto get up once again. "How did you get in here? Were you following me?"
 
Andrew had taken a few steps further into the hotel room, standing near the middle by the time he heard the door leading outside of the room opening, making him fear having to explain his entry to anyone which came in looking for Brandi. Fortunately for him, the new arrivals on the scene turned out to have been Brian and Sebastian. The door must have been left slightly ajar when he released the handle earlier for it to swing close. Either way, their blonde friend certainly hadn't wasted much time in dragging poor Sebastian along once he'd been brought back toward the land of the living.

The store clerk was about to answer the youngest of the trios odd question about talking to a door, when his attention instantly shifted toward the stumbling figure of a Ms. Brandi Williams making her way into view. He couldn't tell how the others were reacting from here they stood by the entrance, but his own reaction was an understandable mixture of excitement and nervousness. Mostly excitement, given her current state of near undress. Despite his arguably being the less starstruck of the three, he remained a red blooded male with the same desires as any other heterosexual male. Silently, he watched as she addressed some concerns over money, his head absentmindedly tilting with her body as she leaned over the bed, taking in the sight of her nearly exposed body. Andrew seriously doubted there was any chance of finding a luckier towel anywhere else in the world at this very instant.

Inwardly, he was thankful she hadn't seemed to take notice of the others around the corner yet, as he couldn't say how she'd react if she recognized them from their individual incidents at the convention. And by the time she started to actually question why he'd been there, he threw the others, particularly Brian, a glance in hope of them restraining themselves during this delicate moment in acquiring her services. Although the glance did last long enough for him to see that Brian appeared one more flash of almost nudity away from passing out on the floor in a similar fashion to Sebastian's previous accident. Which, in its own way, he actually figured could have turned out as a blessing in disguise.

"Um. Ms. Williams, I'm sorry about coming in here without permission. I'd knocked but..." He started explaining and apologizing at the same time, reaching into his pocket and holding up the keycard, "You dropped this back at the convention as you were leaving and my friend found it. We sorta wanted to speak with you about something during Pwncon, and figured since we had it....do you need any help there?"

While he didn't want to speculate, it appeared Brandi had been helping herself to a few drinks since arriving at the hotel. That or some pretty strong cold medicine. There had been a cold going around, so he tried giving her the benefit of the doubt on this one. Whatever the case, Andrew cautiously stepped in nearer toward the b-movie actress, not certain how close he'd been to ending up on the receiving end of a Candy Campbell style asskicking.

"You see, and this may sound crazy, but my friends and I have this problem back in our home town." He started to explain while standing by the bed she'd been leaning against, knowing how what they'd have to say would sound like the plot for a bad horror movie, but not knowing any other way of explaining things without letting the girl see it with her own eyes, "And we came all this way out here in hopes of getting any help you can offer us."

Before going any further, he leaned in and carefully started helping Brandi straighten herself out, taking hold of her arm while trying to keep his eyes away from her more revealing areas. Andrew could feel his chest pounding, due both to the simple act of having his hands upon a near naked woman, and the fact it was Brandi friggin Williams. He knew people which would never wash their hands again after having gone this far with her. Two of whom were actually standing around the corner and nearly out of sight during the whole exchange. And one of which had seen enough of his friend getting all of the attention from Candy Campbell.

"Great one, we've come here seeking your help in fighting off a demon which terrorizes our home." Announced Brian as he came out from his inadvertent hiding spot, mustering up and using what courage he had in actually being able to speak with his idol without fainting on the spot, "We beg of your aid in dealing with this terrible evil. While we're a simple group of admirers of your work, we've saved up and combined our efforts in assuring you the best of available accommodations and anything else you may require in completing this great task while staying in our town."

The blonde haired teen dropped to his knees at this point, clutching both hands together while glancing up toward the young woman, "Please say you'll consider coming back with us to vanquish this horrid menace?"

Andrew could only blink at his friend while watching him begging for the woman's help, his own hands idly remaining lightly gripped onto Brandi's forearm as he turned and added with a dumbfounded expression, "Uh, more or less what he said?"
 
"Keyca-" Brandi trailed off, remembering now that Jerry had opened the door for her. Yeah, made sense. She had a habit of losing shit, and it was probably better that this guy had found it than one of those psychopaths that still seemed to think that she was Candy Campbell... Would have been even worse if it was one of those freaks that were rooting for the Deadlings in the movies. Just what she'd need, some freako busting into her room with a movie grudge against her.

The drinks were still lingering, but she was slightly starting to sober up. Slightly being the key word, however... Brandi's attention still managed to wander as she tried to listen to the guy's explination if his intrusion into her room, suddenly finding the hair chopstick she had found in her bag to be quite interesting and twisting it between her fingers. This guy seemd to have the majority of his wits about him, aside from the story he was spouting. Riiight.

"Listen, pal, I-"

Before she could even interject into his speech, another guy suddenly spilled into the room, causing Brandi to immediately yank her towel tighter to her body. Why NOW she felt it was a concern, especially after this first fella had gotten such an eyeful without her caring, was beyond her. His mode of entry was probably a key factor in that.... Barrelling in like his ass was on fire and throwing himself on the floor was probably not the best way to make an impression.

Her head tilting a bit as the schpeil of what sounded like the same badly constructed dialogue from the second of her well-known series, Brandi at first just stared at him in disbelief, then smiled... Only to begin to giggle, followed immediately by a full out laugh. Was this a joke? It had to be; some type of payback from the PwnCon guys. "You almost had me there, fellas. Almost. Seriously, how much they payin' you for this? What, 50 bucks?"

She stopped as she saw the concern in the kneeling man's eyes, as well as the rather ashamed yet worried look in the guy with his wits. Holy shit...

"You're... Serious? You're serious." Brandi sighed, letting go of the blanket she had yanked from the bed and getting to her feet, albeit rather wobbly a motion. If there was any truth to this, she was still unsure. Still, in her current state of mind, it did seem to make a bit of sense. "Haven't you fellas ever leaned anything from my movies? Ya don't mess with ancient texts, ya don't fuck with tombstones, and ya don't ever wake the spirits of the dead! What moron thought it would be a great idea in the first place?" Sighing, she shook her head, rubbing a hand against her cheek. Insanity, that's what this was. Pure absolute insanity. And what was she doing? Going along with it. Maybe this'd teach Jerry a lesson or two on giving her a bit more respect. She'd take off with these nutjobs. Of course, there was still the probability of them being lunatics and killing her....

But the guy on the floor looked basically ready to shit himself with the way he was looking at her. Not exactly homicidal material, was he?

"Listen. I got two conditions for helping you on this. One- That guy doesn't do that shit anymore," She said flatly, pointing towards the man on his knees. "And two- You fellas are covering my expenses for this thing. First stop we make; that liquor store down the street. Ya-ha!" Thrusting her fist into the air, Brandi seemed oblivious now to the fact she was still in the towel and started for the door.
 
Sebastian had been carefully examining the door until he heard Andrew say 'keycard' then it all made sense the door had been unlocked...now who would possibly have guessed that Sebastian reasoned.

He'd stayed by the entrance after Brian had left, listening to the conversation around him , in his mind he was leaping off a cliff with nightvision googles on ,rushing to the ground, gun in hand looking for his target, the wind swept passed him and then he slowed just before the ground, his body turned.....

'Haven't you fellas ever leaned anything from my movies? Ya don't mess with ancient texts, ya don't fuck with tombstones, and ya don't ever wake the spirits of the dead! What moron thought it would be a great idea in the first place?'

...the words broke the magic and his mind came back to the room he was standing in. He better explain yes thats what he'd do . So Sebastian walked quickly to his friends he reached a door, the one Andrew had been talking to, and opened it.

"No see it wasn't an ancient text it was......" he said quiet quickly , his mind wondered why Candy Campbell was wearing a towel, surely you didn't fight demons with a towel? well not unless you twisted it till it became a whip...now THAT would be cool. "on the internet ...and whoa..."

As he fell over Sebastian wondered what Brian was doing on the floor , maybe looking for gnomes? or pixies, or maybe even a smurf? , still it seemed strange and then as he put his hands out to break his fall his hands hit a towel.
 
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Andrew had been certain she'd call for security or chase the lot of them out of her room with any blunt object she could find after hearing Brian's rant of an explanation for their being here. She was, after all, a movie star whom, despite his friends insistence toward the contrary, likely didn't deal with this sort of problem often, if at all. Even if she did, he doubted the way their predicament had been presented for her consideration by his worshiping friend down there was doing them any favors on winning over her services. It was because of these factors that the young man took a moment before Brandi's response started registering with him.

"What? Really? You'll really come with....I mean, that's great!" He exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and relief, feeling the first bit of any actual hope since they started this entire quest.

The blonde haired teenager on his knees, meanwhile, had started inwardly thanking all sorts of deities for his idols acceptance of taking on the task for saving their town. Actually, if it weren't for her first condition causing him to muster up what little restraint he had within him, the kneeling fanboy probably would have bowed himself the rest of the way onto the floor and started kissing at her feet.

"Well, we've already saved up and pooled our resources for aiding in covering what you may need. If you need us to pay for everything, I guess we have enough back home for..." Andrew started to explain while watching Brandi marching forward, then paused when he realized which direction she'd been heading for while dressed in a simple towel.

Before he could say anything about it, Sebastian came barging into the scene and began trying to clarify matters on the demon. The following comedy of errors unfolded in near slow motion as Andrew watched one of his friends begin tripping over the other. The store clerk soon found himself unable to act in time as the youngest of their troop stumbled the rest of the way and frantically grabbed onto Brandi's towel while falling over Brian.

The young man instinctively shot his head upwards before being able to see what damage had been done, cursing out both of his friends inside of his mind while staying silent on the outside. Not that he didn't want to possibly see what she looked like under that towel. What fanboy wouldn't? He simply didn't wish to aid in the spectacle by adding another pair of glaring eyes staring upon the woman. They'd just gotten the Brandi Williams agreeing on coming back with them in order to deal with an evil force attacking their town, and then something like this had to happen. It was decided. He was going to kill them. He'd wait until the Dead's Dawn star saved all of their lives, and then he'd kill the both of them. Not a jury in the world would dare convict him.

"Brandi, you think you might want to try putting on something a little more....dependable, for wearing in action than a bathtowel?" Andrew started suggesting as he continued to keep his attention focused toward the ceiling, slowly starting to feel his gaze shifting downward despite his best efforts of avoiding from gawking at the scream queen.
 
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What the hell? Had this fella brought his whole chatroom buddies when he found that key? Who else was out there; some kid dressed up like Schmeigel, wanting to claim her as his 'precious'?

...Sure was nippy in there now, wasn't it?

Wait.

Glancing down, she gave a glare of death to the young man now on the floor and holding her towel in his grasp. "Listen, pal, if you wanted a souvineir, you could'a just asked," She growled, reaching to snatch it back from him before glancing up to mister chivalrous and his awkward attempt to hide from her nude form.

Laughing a bit at his comment, she gave a shrug. "Yeeeah, suppose you're right on that. Listen, buddy... I may've said I'm not doing the porno, but I'm not shy about my body. Just do me a favor and close the door, would ya? Last thing I need is one of those check-out rumor mills gettin' my pic and doing a photoshop session a thousand times worse than what those hacks did at the show today." The towel still in hand, she instead threw it onto the bed and reached for her red panties from the dresser's top. "Seriously. Your buddies've gotten a view, may as well let you get one."

A warning finger shot out as she finished tugging the red lace over her hips. "Just none of you even think about touching me, or you WILL be losing a hand."

That said and done, she grabbed up her jeans, tugging those on as well as she looked to the group. "So, what exactly is it that we're playing with here? Some angry guy or something? Who'd you guys piss off?," she asked, her mind half in the conversation as she looked around for her bra. Now where'd the hell she put it? She could've sworn she left it right out here on the- ahhhh, no matter. Taking up the black tank from beside her, she pulled that on instead, looking back to the guys.
 
Andrew actually had taken in a few glances of Brandi by the time she was fully redressed, and could honestly say those doctored up photographs did the woman a disservice in capturing her beauty. Still, he'd been able to prevent himself from gawking at her like some others he could mention in the room. By the look on poor Brian's face, you could end his life right now and he'd die a happy man which lived, at least in his mind, a full life. The elder of the three made a throat clearing sound toward his friends, hinting at the blonde until he caught on and stood up before anyone else tripped over him.

"I'm very sorry for staring at your body, Candy! Ack, not that there's anything wrong with your body, of course! It's a great body. Not that I mean that in a perverted way, nor do I mean only perverts would find your body attractive. But, then, I guess that wasn't how you were taking my words, but it's how you could have. Not that I'm saying you're not smart enough to figure that out or anything, either!" Brian immediately started apologizing once the young woman grew quiet, rambling on shortly after with various comments other then an answer for what she'd been asking them.

"Brian? How about we try getting back to the whole demon thing? And do something about the tent in your pants." Andrew quickly cut in before his friend could carry on much longer, letting out a heavy sigh as the younger man headed his advice on the pants issue, then went about trying to explain the situation as best he could, "My overzealous friend here found an incantation, or a spell, seance, ritual or something or another online which would supposedly summon a demon which, among other things, was believed to have the ability for bestowing virility upon those which summoned it."

Andrew paused there out of embarrassment for even admitting to have taken part in this after Brian talked them into trying it out. Not that the dark haired young man believed for a second it would work, and he'd grown used to such strange stunts and attempts by his friend since childhood.

"It was a seance and I saved it after the interactions and magic words were put on a message board by some hacker, and before the administrators could clean it up." Brian quickly cut in upon noticing his friends slacking off on the explanation, his current position being one of sitting upon a chair with a magazine precariously placed over his lap as he spoke, "It required at least three people for the whole seance to work. So, I'll admit, it's my fault for talking them into joining up on the whole deal. But I believed it would have helped each of us gain better chances at finding girlfriends."

"Just get to the point, love doctor." Andrew interrupted before Brian could go onto one of his ramblings yet again, leaning against a nearby wall and trying to watch Brandi's reaction toward what must have seemed like a bad hentai plot twist.

"Right. Well, the seal would have kept the demon in place and forced him to grant those whom summoned it whatever they desired. Provided it was within its power." The blonde haired teen explained to his hero while idly tapping his fingers against the cover for the magazine on his lap, giving out a dry cough before adding on, "Unfortunately, there were a few minor complications which resulted in its being set free to torment our town."

There was a short pause in the room as everyone waited for Brian to finish the story, which resulted in Andrew once more cutting into the story in order to complete his friends thought, "What Brian means, is that he dropped his mountain dew onto the circle and it washed away a portion of the seal."

"It was a big gulp and they put too much ice into the cup. The condensation made it slippery in my hands after reaching for it!" Brain immediately started defending himself, then began mumbling a bunch of things about suing the store while everyone else resumed paying attention to the business at hand.

"Anyway, that's more or less what happened. The seal broke, and now we have a weakened demon which is growing stronger with every passing day on the loose in our hometown." The dark haired young store clerk resumed in wrapping up what he knew about the beast they faced, trying not to let his lack of expertise on the matter get in the way of describing the problem, "Thus far, the majority of its more vicious attacks have been on animals in the nearby woods, but its also injured a few locals who were hunting or tried to track it down. Most don't believe it's actually a demon, and the few which do aren't able to convince the law enforcement that it's anything more then a wild animal. So, Brian here came up with the idea of tracking you down."

Andrew stopped after having more or less said his piece on the entire matter, his eyes trained upon Brandi while wondering what she'd say in response, remaining silent for a while longer before hesitantly adding in, "You're thinking that all of this sounds incredibly stupid, aren't you?"
 
Sebastian looked at Candy, his eyes amazed. He'd stumbled across sites which showed naked ladies before and sometime they were with guys and he understood that what he was watching was fucking, yet it had never seemed real to him.

Until now. Here was the woman of his dreams and she was naked in front of him , he felt something change inside him , his eyes then moved in response to his legs. THAT had never happened before.

Wow.

Now he half listened to Andrew and then Brian talk about the demon, they had been the ones to run with the information he'd sent them , but Sebastian hadn't been completely honest with his friends, even now he felt he had an understanding of the demon which the others did not share.

He'd seen it before in his mind ,and in his mind all things were possible he had seen what the demon could provide and even now as he watched Candy dress he wondered if the demon had been right that very first time.

'Give me life and you will never be alone again, for love follows my birth'

As he got up his eyes looked at one of his jacket pockets. A red cloth was there, Sebastian looked at it , it looked funny like a double sling shot. Now how did that get there?.

Maybe it was a weapon that Candy used?

Well if it was a weapon they would need it and so very quickly he put the slingshot into his pocket, he'd show the others later, maybe they had seen the design before.

"So can we play GTA again in the car" Sebastian said to no one in particular "Maybe that lady who wanted a jumper is still by the car she was friendly"

When everyone turned to look at him, Sebastian looked from face to face "What?" he said in confusion.
 
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Boy, that kid could rant, couldn't he? Brandi only watched as he attempted to dig himself out of a hole, only to drag more dirt in with each comment afterward. Smirking as Andrew finally cut in, explaining exactly what was up with their crusade. The smirk slowly faded as the whole story came to light, Brandi finding it harder and harder to believe. Demons? Incantations?

"This really sounds like one of those terrible fanfics I've read online," She grumbled, shaking her head as she listened to Andrew and Brian's plight. "So let me get this straight. You three horndogs were so hung up on gettin' laid that you pulled up an incantation from the internet and instead got yourselves fucked by a demon?" She looked between the trio a moment, then gave a soft laugh. "Shit, this is a better story than what they've got right now..."

"Still, I already told you guys I'd come with ya... So..." With a shrug, she grabbed her shoes from the floor, pausing a moment as Sebastian suddenly began to spout off randomly confusing things. Glancing at him, then the other two, she was starting to understand why they were having women trouble....

"Come on. Let's get outta here before my moron of an agent gets back."
 
As Sebastian finished spouting off about ladies with jumpers, Andrew gave Brian a questioning glance, figuring he'd have an idea due to traveling here alongside the young man. Soon as Brian started opening his mouth, however, the dark haired male gave a quick hand signal, as if to say 'never mind, I really don't wanna know'. He'd gotten along great with his friends, but there always remained little moments such as these where he had the feeling it'd be better for himself to be left in the dark about their shenanigans.

As Brandi herself finished speaking, after having made more light of their predicament then Andrew may have preferred, the young clerk began suggesting how to handle the seating arrangements, "Okay, I guess we should leave before it becomes too late in the night. Especially since the town's a good drive from here. So, I guess Brian and myself will drive our own cars. Sebastian can travel with whichever ride he decides to take. Brandi, it may be best if you travel in my car?"

"Why does she get to travel with you? What's wrong with my car?" Brian quickly jumped in after taking offense toward being separated from his idol, especially after being the one which found the keycard.

Having the foresight in thinking over his argument, Andrew promptly began listing off the few but valid reasons for his suggestion, "For one thing? Your car doesn't have enough room for more then two people with all the stuff in your back-seat. But more importantly; I don't fully trust you on avoiding making such an annoyance of yourself toward Brandi where she'll jump out into oncoming traffic."

"Hmph. Sebastian's the one that stripped her naked." Brian responded in a low tone as he grudgingly gave in on the arrangements, obviously glossing over his own part in causing said accident.

Rolling his eyes toward his blonde haired friend, Andrew glanced toward the others in the room, "Shall we?"

Pausing only a moment until everyone else wrapped things up, he followed along as they eventually made their way out of the room and toward their respective rides of choice, with Brian having made a couple of last minute suggestions which included dumping all of the belongings in his car out onto the street.

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And so the unusual quartet set off on the beginnings of their next step in this bizarre mission, which happened to include a side trip toward the liquor store which Brandi had demanded before the bath towel blooper. Andrew, having been the only one of legal drinking age, made the short trek in and out of the store. He'd never been a heavy drinker, but would indulge in the drink during parties, so quickly recognized the brand which their guest had requested, making for a brief enough time inside the store.

Once the young fanboy returned to his vehicle, he handed Brandi all which she'd ordered before restarting the vehicle and resuming the steady journey back home, "Sorry again about the car. Know it's probably not what you're used to riding around in while being escorted. It's more or less the best I could afford on my salary."

The vehicle actually wasn't that bad, but he'd assumed a star such as herself, even if she hadn't broken full steam into the mainstream, would normally have ridden around inside of limousines and expensive foreign cars. While he may not have deluded himself to the extent Brian and, perhaps, Sebastian had about her level of success and fame, he did have his share of conceptions about her lifestyle which may not have proven themselves accurate.

Glancing toward Brandi as they continued driving at a pace which made for good time, a sudden thought about the amount of alcohol she'd ordered crossed his mind, "Um, you're not going to start drinking all of that in the car, are you?"

Before Andrew could catch her response, his phone started ringing, prompting him into answering it after checking and realizing who it was, "Brian, is there something wrong?"

Andrew's voice started out concerned, curious on if his friend had discovered or remembered something vital to their mission, but soon took a turn toward clear frustration, "What?! I am not giving the phone to Brandi! You shouldn't even be driving while on the phone at the same time. My Mother was a what? Hey, don't start quoting Python at me, buddy."

Without another word toward his friend, the dark haired young man hung up the phone, followed by a quick change of its settings toward vibrate as he shook his head in near disbelief, having grown accustomed of Brian's persistence when his mind is set upon one thing.

"Sorry about the interruption." Andrew offered in apology for the phone call cutting off a response to his previous question, all the while dividing his attention between his passengers and the stretch of road before him, "Brian's not normally this bad. Think it's the whole hero worship thing he has going with you. Which probably isn't going to become any better after what happened in the hotel."
 
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