undergrounds | Small Town Celebrities party log for Sept17-Oct6

The Redbright students clearly aren't getting enough homework if they have the time to start following their favorite members of supernatural society around for the chance at getting The Perfect Shot of them looking hot. It starts slow and small, for the first week, anyway. Just a random person pulling out their phone and taking a quick shot. Can't even be sure it was you they were photographing. By the five days in, though, they've started making a game of it. Groups of two and three going out together. Following people for a while. Having the audacity to wave when they're looked at. Some even invite their target to take a picture with them and their friends. (If you say yes to that, please do flex a little.)

Ratings on the website change on a day to day basis and currently both Redbright Professors and the Hillingdon Clan lists are the current most popular due to the territory change over and general familiarity with the groups.

Hans Estergaard had been reigning supreme as #1 in Hillingdon since he had the audacity to challenge Sylvia for her seat on the council. An unprecedented length of time! (It's like the students enjoy the idea of someone standing up to Sylvia, the person ultimately in charge of telling them what to do. Go figure.)

Most factions are getting more attention from these folks, though. They really have a lot of time on their hands.

[[ooc: post around like it's a party log. If you want an npc bothering you and want me to play them, put NPC request in the subject line.]]

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"Oh, come on. They're just having fun. Besides, it's not every day a guy living in a trailer gets a bunch of fangirls. I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts."

And he knew it probably wouldn't, but that didn't stop him from liking it while it did.

He stared for a long moment before breaking eye contact and looking away. About the closest he came to rolling his eyes. Shook his head and let out a puff of air. Not really in disbelief, but he guessed he couldn't blame the kid for liking the attention.

"They're following people around that ain't want it," Daryl said slowly as he dug into a pocket to grab a cigarette. "You want it, you should go tell 'em so. Maybe they'll leave the rest of us alone if they know you're a sure thing."

"Sorry, but I don't really think it works like that. I mean, I think it's pretty obvious who appreciates it and who doesn't, but some of them might like the challenge. Maybe they'll think it's boring if I seem too eager, and decide to follow you more."

But seeing how obvious it was that Daryl didn't want the attention and yet they still followed him, he doubted knowing who among them wanted the attention would do them much good.

He went still for a moment, looking over at Roddy with a mixture of disgust and disbelief, "That's the stupidest shit I ever heard. This ain't football, or that rugby crap. Whatever. It ain't a game. There's no 'challenge' in any of it. It's being an asshole or not being an asshole. They keep it up, they're being assholes."

"Have you tried telling them how much you don't like it? I think knowing how much it annoys you is more likely to get them to back off than knowing how much it doesn't annoy me."

If Roddy actually thought it would make things better for Daryl, he'd go over there and tell them to just bug him and leave the others alone. The problem was, he very much doubted it would work.

"Besides, they might also figure if one guy likes it, everyone else might, too. They do seem to think it's a game, and maybe if they realize you're not joking around, they'll back off."

"What makes you think I haven't?" he asked, back straightening as his shoulders tightened in mild annoyance and offense. More disgruntled than angry, though. "They just stopped getting so close. It's why they're over there and not over here. Ain't stopped 'em."

There was a bit of petulance in the last few words out of his mouth. He felt more than a little put out by all this.

"Asked me to take my shirt off."

Roddy laughed. "They asked you to what?"

He knew he shouldn't laugh, but still...picturing a bunch of girls telling Daryl to take his shirt off was kind of funny.

"Sorry. But at least they backed off a bit, that's something, right?"

Now Daryl just felt picked on. From the way Roddy said that, it sounded like he hadn't gotten the same request. Which was completely unfair. If they were going to try and embarrass him, they should do the same to everyone they were being assholes too.

"If you call being stalked from fifty feet out 'backing off', sure. It's something."

An beat and he glanced Roddy up and down, then at the door, "You heading inside?"

"Oh, yeah!" He'd forgotten about that, hadn't he? "I was going to, but then I got distracted by...well, you know."

The large group of fangirls watching them from afar. Reminded that he was going to go inside, Roddy went for the door.

Small Town Celebrities party log for Sept17-Oct6

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