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Rose Jean Frost (diamondclaws) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-05-04 01:41:00

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gar logan, rose frost

who. Gar Logan and Rose Frost
what. Walking home
where. NYC
when. After his last performance as Roger Elizabeth De Bris in The Producers. Sunday.

It was during the middle of a musical number that Rose had been caught. She'd done a good job of arriving quietly, avoiding the crew and the cast members and Gar. She was the only fifteen year old in the audience and she sat in the back, all by herself. She'd gone to see Gar's show before with Sophie. She went again because she'd wanted to see him on stage while she could. Try as she might to deny it or hide it, Rose liked Gar. She liked watching him in his element. He was a good actor, funny and with enough presence to steal most of his scenes away from the leads. It figured. Gar was a ham. Acting was perfect for him.

He'd caught her eye while on stage, and Rose hadn't reacted. It'd only lasted a split second, really. And she hadn't wanted to make a big deal of the whole thing. Gar already had it in his head that she was smitten. She didn't need to hear him tease her because she'd shown again.

So once the play was over, she rose from her seat and left the building without so much as a word to Gar. She figured she'd speak to him some other night. He'd bring it up that she'd gone to his show twice, of course. But by then, she'd be able to come up with some cool weak excuse for it.

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-04 06:28 am UTC (link)

Gar had taken more curtain calls than was strictly necessary, but it was funny. Besides, he'd rocked that dress, and maybe he felt like he deserved a bit more applause for how good his ass looked in it.

After the play was over and he'd changed and washed his makeup off (he had his own makeup; NYU didn't really have a lot of the proper shade of green) he waited around for Rose to show up. She didn't. "Hmm." She definitely had had time to get back there. Clearly she chose not to. "I don't know what you think you're trying to pull here, but you're not pulling it," he said. Gar ran to the nearest exit and jumped into the air, a few feathers touching down where moments before he'd been standing.

"Prisoners of love! Blue skies above! Can't keep our hearts in jail!" Gar sang as he flew, the song still in his head.

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diamondclaws
2008-05-04 06:33 am UTC (link)

It'd been a good attempt on her part. But it hadn't worked, of course. She crossed a street and heard his voice and smelled his scent before she saw him. Rose didn't turn her head, but her lips did twitch into a small smile.

She wanted to ignore him but knew he wouldn't have any of that. And she didn't really want to ignore him, anyway. While she waited for him to call out for her, she thought up a few convenient excuses as to why she'd run out like she had.

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-04 07:01 am UTC (link)

On the way over, he'd shapeshifted into a cheetah and run through the streets at breakneck speed, shapeshifting into a gorilla to take the corners by swinging on lamp posts. It was horrifying, or would have been if not for the fact that he was singing a medley of Broadway songs, having moved on from The Producers (or its transuniversal equivalent) and was now singing a selection from The Music Man.

"Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi! The girl who's hard to get! Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi! But you can win her yet! You can win her yet!" Gar turned into a bird one last time and flew over Rose's head before dropping out of the sky and landing, in human form, just in front of her. "Shipoopi! Hey, Rosie, long time no see. Must've been ten, fifteen whole minutes."

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diamondclaws
2008-05-04 07:07 am UTC (link)

Rose stopped when she saw the blur of green. He was standing before her suddenly. She smiled a small, confident sort of smile. It was the sort of smile she put on around boys. But it was soft at the edges. Because she actually cared about Gar more than she did the boys at school.

"Hello, Gar." Her arms were crossed over her chest. "How are you?" She was playing hard to get. It was fun. And the alternative was to go into the play and why she'd shown up again. She'd rather put that off. Or not deal withit at all. Not that that was going to happen.

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-04 07:25 am UTC (link)

Gar started walking with Rose and tried to push the music out of his head. "So there I am, on stage. Standing ovation. Oh, sure, it was probably because of the wardrobe malfunction Ulla had in the last number, but I could have had a wardrobe malfunction too that I just missed. Anyway, I had fun this weekend, and I'd like to think that you had fun too, since you came back. At least once. That I know of." Gar winked. He could sense that she wanted to just power through it, but he'd been Hard To Getted at by a woman who literally had meditation techniques at her disposal to not only hide her emotions but eliminate them altogether. Rose was a tough cookie, but she could be dipped in milk.

Metaphorically speaking.

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diamondclaws
2008-05-05 02:47 am UTC (link)

Her head was held high and there was a small smile on her face. "I," she said, brushing past people on the street, "was bored and had nothing better to do." It was a lame excuse, but it was also the sort of thing he couldn't really argue with. It was a simple, realistic reason for her to be going out into the city. It was also a lie.

"Don't you have any after parties to attend?"

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-05 03:00 am UTC (link)

"Well, that's a big honor indeed. I mean, you had to go to London, the capital of the world, in order to get to New York, the center of the universe, and through both these cosmopolitan metropolises, you bypassed Broadway and Shakespeare's Globe, you went past a dozen movie theatres and ignored Off-Broadway, you ignored a thousand chances to window shop or to actually shop, all for the sake of a little NYU playhouse that will be showing some pompous intellectual crap next week."

Gar would have been nicer if he'd just let her pretend to be a bitch who was bored enough to find her way to the show. But he wouldn't have been Gar.

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diamondclaws
2008-05-05 03:10 am UTC (link)

"There was a cute boy in the cast," she said. For a half second her eyes met his. There was amusement there, just a light hint of playfulness. "I didn't catch his name. He played one of the leads." A pause. "Max." Rose knew Gar could see through it. That didn't mean she would actually let down her defenses. She enjoyed the game a little more than she probably should. "Do you think you could get me his number?"

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-05 04:44 am UTC (link)

"Yes I could!" Gar cycled through his phone's memory. "He invited me to a cast party. He was warm for my green form, turns out that he tried to get them to cast him as Carmen Ghia after he found out that I was playing Roger. Here it is!" He showed her the number, one That Gay Guy Who Plays Max, 917-etcetera.

Gar grinned at her, fangs glinting with an almost audible "ting!" "You should call him, he probably swings both ways. And he is adorable. Quite the tush on that one. Could hardly blame Hold-Me-Touch-Me, now could we?"