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Galactica Point, Sunday Afternoon

He was still mulling Father Ned's words in his mind. Could it be...? Ender wondered if it was possible for others to accept him as he was, military past and gayness and all. But he couldn't know for sure, not now, not ever.

His life was a lonely path. He found his solitude at Galactica Point, feeling the breeze lighten the heaviness of his burden. One day... perhaps... he'd learn to love another.

[ ender mostly here for one, but clearly this place is OPEN for any other pointy uses ]

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Troy "The Rocket" Bolton, meanwhile, was wandering the island, emoing about the fact that he was so unrecognisable, woe. No one had asked him for an autograph! No one realised he was famous! He was still just the same stupid Troy Bolton who'd gone to school here, to everyone else.

"Fandom sucks," he said, aloud, as he sat at the end of the point.

Ender's attention was caught. Did someone just talk? Was there someone here? That voice... it sounded familiar. "It's not all bad," he ventured, walking closer. "Do I know you...?"

"Argh!" yelled Troy "The Rocket" Bolton. "Why does no one realise who I am? I'm only on three different TV shows, I've had two blockbuster movies come out in the past month, I've got a Tony-award-winning show on Broadway, AND I'm the first openly gay player in the American Basketball League!"

"You're an openly gay basketball player?" Ender asked, with awe, "How? The whole world is a hotbed of intolerance!" He sat down next to this amazing discovery. He also looked oddly familiar. Huh.

Some time in the afternoon, Ichigo made his way to Galactica Point. He knew what he had to do. He could have hurt Angela (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3210350.html?thread=136060526#t136060526). He could have hurt everyone in this town who he loved so dearly. He couldn't allow that to happen. He wouldn't allow it.

He was a protector, but the hollow inside of him wouldn't go away ever.

You better know it! The hollow voice mocked. So many pretty, pretty girls. I'll eat them whole..

"No. You won't. You won't touch them," Ichigo spoke, but the hollow didn't believe him. It was the hollow's last mistake and Ichigo started at a run to the edge of the cliff. And beyond.

Then the rocks and water came running towards him and Ichigo left the cruel, cruel world, taking the evil inside him with him.

Right. If she couldn't give Ronan a nice voodoo send-off complete with buffet? She'd just do it here, with Tony's assistance, later tonight.

Muahahahahah!

Parker completed her dastardly preparations, then paused to look wistfully out over the point, remembering happier times.... Everything around her seemed to go wavy as she remembered:

She and Jarod running through the surf. She and Jarod boating. Pushing Jarod out of the boat and watching him struggle, going down for the third time.

She and Weiss on the beach at a campfire, cuddling. She and Weiss having a picnic here. Knocking him out and letting the tide carry him out to sea.

She and Ronan here, watching the sunset. She and Ronan, holding hands as they walked down the beach....

This place always had been lucky for her.

Veronica was taking a long walk, trying to decide what to do with the incriminating photographs in the makeshift darkroom she had set up in her hotel room.

Galactica Point was a good place for thinking and she walked along, gazing out at the ocean, deep in thought.

And then she spotted Parker and Logan, Bel and Angel were momentarily forgotten.

"Parker."

"Veronica." Parker scowled at her, crossing her arms as she approached. "Still nipping at my heels like the bitch you are, I see."

"One of these days, Parker, I'm going to find the evidence to prove that you murdered your last two husbands," Veronica sneered.

"Fat chance, blondie! Even if I'd done what you're alleging I'd done, I'm far too smart to get caught by the two-bit low-down no-talent likes of you." Parker poked Veronica in the shoulder. Poke, poke, jab, jab. "I bet you slept your way into that FBI badge. Didn't you? Didn't you??"

"No, because I'm not a whore like you, who sleeps with other people's lovers," Veronica insisted, shoving Parker's shoulder.

"Are you still upset about Dick? Please!" Parker shoved her back, hissing through her teeth, "You petty little loser, what makes you think I can't have any many you look at?" Shove, shove!

Just because Parker was taller didn't mean Veronica couldn't hold her own. She shoved Parker harder. "Dick doesn't mean anything to me. And at least the men who fall in love with me don't end up dead."

"At least men fall in love with me! And don't just use me as a cheap substitute for a stripper!" Parker sniped, scaling it up to a double-armed shove and a kick. "Harassment! Police harassment! I'm being harassed by the blonde fashion-challenged police!"

Veronica managed to dodge the kick and she aimed a punch at Parker's stomach. "At least I don't need men to boost my ego!" she retorted.

Oh, it is on, screams the background music.

Parker took the punch with an oof, then reared back to head-butt Veronica. "At least I'm not short! Short! SHORT!"

"Is that the best you've got?" Veronica yelled, a ringing sound faintly audible under the background music as Parker's skull connected with hers.

Parker gave a psychotic voodoo shriek, and then stomped her 4" Prada heels into V's instep. "AND I BET YOU DYE YOUR HAIR, TOO!"

"This is ALL NATURAL," Veronica shrieked back, going for Parker's hair and pulling it hard.

Funny, Troy was thinking that the other boy looked oddly familiar, as well.

"It was hard at first," Troy admitted, "but I managed to overcome the challenges I faced. You can learn all about it in the movie coming out soon, all about my experiences as the first openly gay player in a major sport. It's called Out on the Court. I'm playing myself, of course."

"BULLSHIT!" Parker screamed, pulling out the nails. "I'VE SEEN BETTER DYE JOBS ON BARBIE DOLLS!"

They might be perilously close to the edge of the 10' drop to the water here.

Veronica shoved Parker hard, trying to keep Parker from gouging her.

Too bad they were so close to that edge.

Parker when windmilling off the little cliff, shrieking--

--then caught her fingers on the edge of the rocks, and snarling, reached for Veronica's ankle.

"Taking... you... with... me!"

Sadly, Veronica's reflexes weren't quite good enough to move out of Parker's reach.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" she yelled as they plunged over the side of the cliff.

SPLASH!

"Get you... NEXT time!" Parker swore, flailing and slogging for the beach. "Gah!"

Veronica swam up to the shore a fair distance away from Parker and headed back to her hotel room.

"I can't believe it," he voiced, triumphantly, "There is such a thing as people being accepted out there!"

He would've cried tears of joy if he was the type, which he wasn't. "Tell me more about your movies. Come on!"

"Well," Troy "The Rocket" Bolton said, "why don't you come back to my suite at the hotel? Then I could just show you my movies, if you want. I've even got a pre-release copy of Out on the Court!"

After all, he was Troy "The Rocket" Bolton.

"I just might!" Ender replied, happily. After that horrid priest, he never thought anyone could be fine with that sort of thing. "Are you sure there won't be any priests around? They're horrible, horrible people."

Troy "The Rocket" Bolton made a severe 'ick' face. "No," he said, "definitely no priests around." He paused. "... I have a priest outfit, but that's for other reasons entirely..."

He nodded firmly, although what exactly Troy "The Rocket" Bolton would do with a priest outfit managed to utterly slip by his radar. He wasn't built for that level of interpretation. "They go around judging people," Ender said, conspiratorially, "People like you and me."

Just as conspiratorially, Troy "The Rocket" Bolton responded, "I know! I got kicked out of my private Catholic boarding school back home in Albuquerque when the priest found me in the showers... showing my school spirit to the football team."

"See? There's such repression everywhere!" Ender exclaimed, full of fire. He was angry! Why couldn't anyone accept him? "The church is full of, um, repressers, horrible people that they are. And my parents!"

Which was the cue for Troy "The Rocket" Bolton to sniffle. "My father abandoned me when I was just a baby," he said. "I grew up with just my mother, with no strong male role models. You can read all about that in my book, Growing Up Gay: The Life of Troy "The Rocket" Bolton."

"I'll buy that book," Ender said, solemnly, "It sounds like an important guide to life. I never really knew either of my parents, you know. All I had was the school and all the boys..."

"If you'd like," Troy "The Rocket" Bolton said, "I'll give you an autographed copy. I've got loads of them in my hotel suite. ~~And I could show you my etchings.~~"

"Maybe I should come to your hotel suite," Ender mused out loud, as if it had been his own idea to begin with. "It might be a better place than this cold, cold point."

"Definitely," Troy "The Rocket" Bolton said. "Shall we wander over that way, then? Or, wait, meet me at my suite in an hour? I'm in the Presidential Suite."

He nodded a few times. The day was looking up! They could read the book and watch the video ~~and look at the etchings~~ and there'd be no priests at all.

He would not be judged.

"Sure!" Ender grinned, "In an hour!"

At which point he wandered off into the wrong scene.

Edited 2008-10-13 03:40 (UTC)

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