Ian Kingsley (kingofhiscastle) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-04 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, ian, incomplete, serena |
WHO: Ian and Serena
WHAT: Running into the last person either of them expected to see
WHERE: Upper deck to start, somewhere less public later
WHEN: June 1st, 4:15pm
RATING: PG-13 for language, will update as needed
The second day on the boat wasn't any less hectic than the first night had been, though it definitely called for more aspirin. His left hand kept continuously massaging his right, having spent the last four hours signing autographs and standing with fans to take a picture that was way too overpriced. The flashing of cameras constantly going off in his face didn’t help matters, though thankfully he had invested in dark shades pretty early on in his career. His eyes were extremely sensitive in general, so it wasn’t uncommon to see him out and about in the Ray Bans that were currently hiding those crystalline orbs. It was also a lot easier to not get recognized that way, since they were the first thing people thought about when the name ‘Ian Kingsley’ came to mind. Sometimes he looked like the fucking Unabomber, walking around with a hood pulled up and a pair of shades so he wouldn’t continuously get stopped on the streets.
Being on a boat of only so many people made it a lot harder for him to go by unnoticed, since everyone knew he was there and he was more often than not escorted by one, if not two steroid enhanced bodyguards that his manager had insisted come along for the ride. Not that Ian didn’t appreciate them now and again, since they had proven themselves useful on more than one occasion - usually by acting as a human barricade between him and his fans - but they definitely made it that much harder to slide under the radar.
It had been about an hour since he had stepped out of the lounge, though he had yet to make it back to his room. Instead, he had begrudgingly decided that he would go and mingle, since it was something that was expected of him while he was on the ship. They wanted him to be social and present himself as someone who was ‘approachable’. Even before he had become famous, Ian wasn’t the type of person who could get along with just anybody, mostly because he had little to no tolerance for stupidity and ignorance. Now he had to just fake it, listening to people babble nonsense at him like it was the most interesting shit he had ever heard, signing whatever got handed to him and thanking people for sharing their favorite moments of the show with him.
He enjoyed what he did for a living, he did, but there came a point where he wanted to talk about something other than Beneath the Veil. Trouble was, not many people knew how to talk to him about anything else, and it wasn’t like he was the best conversationalist in the world, especially when he was forcing himself to try and have a good time while he was there.
“What time you got?”
The question was directed over his shoulder at the guards who were walking just few feet behind him.
“Quarter after 4, Mr.Kingsley.”
As soon as he made mention of his name, Ian could already feel a couple pair of eyes focusing on him. He had only just gotten them to agree to stop calling him ‘sir’, though now he was resenting having corrected them at all. Why they couldn’t just stick to ‘Ian’ he would never understand, but it was only a matter of time before someone innocently asked if he was who they thought he was, and asked to take a picture with him or have him sign something. The guards who were with him were good about herding people away from him, though they couldn’t really prevent them from taking out their cameras, and it was a matter of seconds before a gaggle of girls nervously approached.