The heat wasn't a favorite of Amelie's, and her light blue skin was to blame for. I'm in Europe, it was tolerable because of the colder temperature balancing out the amount of sun. With the sun scorching and the temperature rising in California, she felt like she could burst into flames. The steel bleachers didn't help at all. The shining of them practically blinded her without her sunglasses. So many things had caused her problems because of her changed physique. Her eyes were adjusted to her surroundings, so what reflected uncomfortably for other people burned her retina like silver to vampires. She shifted uncomfortably as she tried to find a comfortable spot where there was little reflection. Admittedly, she was a bit of an oddball. At least to the people watching her, given she looked like a vampire from the movies. With her parasol, the black jacket which ended just above her waist, and high heels in the middle of the concrete jungle that is downtown Los Angeles.
This was Brian's school. She knew from her time talking to Angela Zeigler that the boy was only months from graduating. His being a track star was one feat she learned, which she could have guessed from the videos Lena sent of his on-set stunts. The other was that the kid could actually keep pace with the famous speedster Tracer, and that was with her warping forward in time. It was physically impressive, but also daunting. Dance was a very delicate process and required a lot of practice as well as stamina. It was different from sprinting because every single motion was perfect and precise. This was of course due to the nature of dance being a very long ordeal which was often much longer than the average movie and this made it more time-consuming yet sometimes less energy reliant. She remembered in training that her instructor would harp on about how the best could do a show a day with less than 6 hours of sleep. "Just 1 hour until he's done." She reminded herself switching back to reality.
"So what's the plan, Hana?" Fareeha asked, turning off the car. "He gets out in about 30 minutes. We can make sure that they don't mess with him by quote unquote offering to pick him up and taking him to the place." Fareeha held her chin in her hand nodding with every word the D.va said "So we just wait here then grab him?" Hana nodded "yes!" "This sounds like kidnapping "This isn't kidnapping we are helping him!" Fareeha snickered "whatever you say, crazy lady." The two out on a pair of sunglasses, both wearing identical white shirts with the Overwatch logo, splashed on the center completely defeating the purpose of wearing the sunglasses to hide.
Angela Ziegler hadn't worn her lab coat in months due to the vast majority of her time spent writing the movie she was always busy and thus never needed to really put it on save for PR stunts or promotions for the movie. She noticed it was a bit tighter around the chest than before and so she blamed that on the dryer shrinking it to preserve her dignity as an ageless eternally beautiful genius she patted it down as much she could to get the wrinkles off it out it pressing against a practically ancient black nirvana T-shirt she had kept as a gift from Hana as some sort of inside joke between her and Lena about how "Angela couldn't name any of their songs!" Other than that, she wore quite a simple outfit, black pants which she admitted hugged her legs quite nicely, and black heels which looked more like she was a CEO of a bank than a movie star and doctor. But now she had a job to do. She paced back and forth in the waiting room of the front office her plan originally was to get Brian out early by pretending to be his doctor in fact she was getting him out early. "Oye Mana." She heard Sombra saying over the phone "yes?" "I finished making those documents up for you and the dude remember your promise." Sombra sent a photo of her face intentionally badly edited onto the face of the movie star set to play her in the movie. "Yes, yes, I know." Sombra hung up the phone and Angela was back to waiting for things to happen.
"Dude, I don't know how this day could get any worse" Brian told one of his friends who could only pat his shoulder "it can't be that bad." "Dude I literally woke up with Lena standing over me and rushing me out the door hell I got dropped off here in her jacket!" The friend made a fake pouting face "oh boo hoo overwatch babes in your daily life how sad." Brian held his head in his hands "I just don't want people to gossip." "What's the problem with gossiping?" Brian looked him in the eye "dude the last thing I want is someone going to the news or something about me spending way too much time with the overwatch girls." "I would kill for that to be the most of my worries. Don't you essentially see them every day because of your job?" "Kinda. It's complicated I work as a stunt man for several characters." "So why worry your a stuntman if anyone sees you say you were just checking in on something or doing overtime." "The last time I was with them late at night I got so drunk I got amnesia." "Lucky bastard." His friend whispered, "whatever man just listen you are wearing the jacket of Lena Oxton herself as long as you remain to lay low and out of public sight then nobody's going to tie all of this back to you or them." Brian nodded "I just don't want them to get an unsavory reputation for hanging with a high schooler." "Actors have done worse." "Pete!" "It's true! Listen just say your a stuntman/personal assistant then it's easy. Don't talk to the press and try not to be seen in public got it?" Brian nodded hearing the bell ring the two rose to their feet and made their way out the door and into the halls "just gotta get to the run inconspicuously.
"Brian Cobal." Brian's back stiffened up immediately. His friend turned around to look at the origin of the voice "dude Babe alert!" Brian craned his head to stare at him. He could hear the clacking of heels getting closer to him and he could hear people start to whisper in the crowd he grabbed his friend "buy me some time." He began to slip through the crowd who's eyes were focused on the Swiss bombshell before them. And Brian managed to slip out to the back of the school where the track was.
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