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Sunglasses kiosk clerk, surf shop clerk, various shoppers
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Wyatt and Mason encounter a celebrity at the mall.
Kinetsu Mall
-- San Francisco - Kintetsu Mall --
Colt Bradford is just emerging from the Ralph Lauren shop with a ton of bags...or rather, his overworked PA is juggling a ton of bags. Oblivious to the poor man's plight, Colt is chattering away while slipping on a pair of vanity glasses, which according to comic book logic, completely disguises his true identity. "Do you think I should get some shoes? I don't know if I have any shoes to wear with these new outfits. Oh look, sunglasses!" Grinning brightly, he hurries over to a sunglasses kiosk and immediately begins studying the selection.
Those who can sense magical power can probably sense Wyatt coming, as he shines like a supernova on those senses. However, to everybody else he seems a normal kid, one of many fourteen-year-olds in the crowd. Of course, he has no interest in a Ralph Lauren shop, but he passes by in front of it, turning to look towards the man carrying so many bags.
Jordan the PA struggles to keep all the bags in his arms, and as he slowly follows after Colt, he gives Wyatt a nod and smile. Colt meanwhile is yanking pairs of sunglasses off the display racks, trying them on just long enough to look at himself in the small mirror, then tossing them into one of two piles on the small counter. "No, not these. Oooh, yes! These, definitely. No...nope...yes...not even...Yep. I think I have a pair almost like these...but not quite, so I better get 'em." The young woman who works the booth looks harried, trying to gather up the discarded sunglasses before either pile grows too large. Suddenly, Colt turns toward Jordan (and nearby Wyatt), wearing a particularly garish pair of women's glasses with red frames. "Hey look! I'm Nanna Stella."
Spotting one of the bag starting to fall, Wyatt flicks a finger in the bag rights itself. He starts to step on, but then Colt turns around, and he has to laugh. Despite not having a clue who Nana Stella is, it's just too funny not to react.
Jordan lets out a long-suffering sigh, doing his best not to roll his eyes. Fortunately, he doesn't notice the little bit of magic Wyatt performs. Unfortunately, Colt does seem to notice, tilting his head downward to look over the top of the sunglasses. A small frown forms as his brows draw together, and he narrows his eyes in Wyatt's direction. "How did you do that?" And then he whips off the glasses, his expression sunshine-bright again. "That was awesome! I didn't even see the wires. This place has a great effects crew, huh?" He rubs lightly at the back of his neck, as a light shiver runs down his back. "Just wish I knew how they do that buzzing thing. I'm all for realism and all, but there's such a thing a going too far, right?"
Wyatt plays completely innocent, looking to Colt, still grinning from his laugh, "Do what? Laugh at Han Solo wearing women's glasses? I think anybody would." He gets more curious look, however, and asks, "Buzzing thing?" He looks to Jordan, and then back to Colt.
Colt Bradford blinks a few times, head tilting again just a bit. "Han Solo? Whoa! Do you know something I don't know? Was Alden Ehrenreich in a horrible, disfiguring accident? Which would be really awful and sad...When do they want me to come in for a reading?" He looks back to Jordan, who is using a credit card to pay for all the sunglasses on the counter -- the clerk has lost track of which pile Colt wanted, so Jordan is just buying them all. Clearly getting no help from his PA, Colt looks back to Wyatt, grinning again. "You know, that weird buzzing feeling you get whenever anything happens that requires practical effects. It's like a chill down your spine, except it also tickles your nose. They must have, like, little cold air jets all over the place, right?"
Wyatt starts to say something, but then stops. That movie hasn't come out yet. Oops. He's scrambling for cover, "Well, I heard you were going to get that role, anyway..." But then he's distracted by the continued talk of the buzzing. "I don't know. But that sounds cool." He looks very curious, indeed. He glances up, and then back to Colt as one of the light bulbs in the ceiling gets a little brighter. Watching for a reaction.
Colt Bradford's eyes widen a little, as he also looks upward. His nose twitches a little, and he rubs it while studying the lamp. "See, like that!" he says cheerfully, bringing his gaze back down to Wyatt. "'Course, that was an easy effect, right? But some of the stuff they do is just way totally awesome. Like the awesome way they make my sword appear and disappear. Really wish I knew how they do that one, but you know special effects guys. So secretive! And there's all the stuff moving around at the house. I didn't even know we were gonna do a ghost storyline." He shrugs then, running fingers through his perfect hair. "But hey, I'm just the talent. It's not like I need to know the Big Picture, right? Makes my reactions more natural and stuff. And I'm way good at natural reactions! When I was taking a shower this morning, and the ghost ripped back the curtain, I screamed just like Janet Leigh. Even Jordan said so." Meanwhile, Jordan now has yet another bag to juggle and just gives Colt another sigh and nod.
Mason Lockwood happens to be at the mall this evening as well. He eyes a few stores before noting a small surf shop, which he starts to head towards. Mason already has sunglasses so he passes the kiosk without much thought.
Aha! Wyatt has a clue. He nods as soon as the sword is mentioned, figuring it out. Well, part of it. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about that here." Though, he gets a curious look, slightly confused, "Why would you have to act if you're in the shower?"
Colt Bradford suddenly frowns again, a troubled look on his face. "Ya know, I hadn't thought of that. I've never done any nude scenes before, 'cuz my agent says it'd hurt my career. Or maybe make it, depending on how tasteful the scene is. Which in agent-speak means 'depending on how much money they offer.' Either way, I know I don't have any nudity clauses in my contract. They must have the cameras set to only shoot me from the waist up." He gives another shrug, his face sunny again. "You're lucky you're still a kid and don't hafta worry about that stuff. Enjoy it while you can, 'cuz before you know it, they're saying you're just too old to play a high school freshman anymore." He cocks his head again, eyes narrowing a bit as he looks closely at Wyatt. "I know you from somewhere. Wait, it'll come to me...." He snaps his fingers, grinning again. "Home Alone: The Holiday Heist, ABC Family, 2012. Right?"
Mason Lockwood is now inside the shop he found. Japan is known for surfing these days, he isn't surprised to find such a shop here. The decals are what he's after now, a board can never have too many decorations.
Wyatt comments, kind of offhand, "I don't start high school until next fall." Then, he asks, "I really like special-effects. Can I come see how they do the ghost effects at your house sometime?" He plays along, perhaps just figuring that Colt is just having trouble adapting to the supernatural world. Then, he blinks, and shakes his head quickly, "No. I've never been in any movies, even on TV."
Colt Bradford tips his head the other direction, looking Wyatt over again, then shrugs. "Sure! They're not really spectacular effects, mostly just stuff moving around my itself, mostly when you're not looking. But sometimes there's cool stuff, like the shower curtain whipping open. I couldn't see any wires or anything! Oh look!" Suddenly very excited, he points to the surf shop Mason has entered. "I love surfing! Did you know there's surfing way up here? I haven't tried it yet, but I totally plan to. And there's a shop, right here in the mall!" Lowering his voice just a bit, he leans conspiratorially toward Wyatt. "They must want me to go into that store next. Why else would it be here, right?" Grinning again, he tosses the old lady sunglasses toward the kiosk and says, "C'mon, it'll be fun!"
Mason Lockwood is looking over a layout of decals, he's interested in the dragons right now, possibly the foxes? It's not an easy choice because there's only so much room on a board. Mason's search continues.
Wyatt looks towards the shop, but has to suppress a laugh as Colt seems to think it was put there just for him. Still, he follows along, and says, "Sure. But I've never been surfing." The boy does glance to Mason curiously, as they enter the store, but he also glances and everybody else who might be present.
Colt Bradford bubbles enthusiastically as he makes his grand entrance, and off in a corner, two displaced SoCal stoners blink very slowly a few times, then turn to each other and draw out a long, simultaneous, "Duuuuuuuude." As with most things, Colt is oblivious. "Oh, you'd love it, there's nothing like it. It's like flying, except on water, so there's no harness squishing all your bits. I should totally get a board for up here, save shipping one from home. Plus you know those boards they give you for the Teen Choice Awards? They're not for surfing! I totally thought they were, but when I said I was gonna use mine, Posey gave me this looks and said, 'You know this is a piece of art, right?' So I hung it on the wall instead. I gotta admit, it looks totally awesome. Hey! We should both get boards today. Then we can try them out tomorrow!"
Mason Lockwood picks up one of the fox decals, a nine tailed fox to be exact, the irony of his choice is known only to him as he approaches the checkout counter.
Wyatt blinks, looking a little lost at the talk of Teen Choice Awards. At least, those particular ones. "Oh, um, yeah." He then shakes his head to the suggestion that he buy a board of his own, "I don't really have the money."
Colt Bradford frowns a bit in confusion. "What would you need money for? We'll just use one of my cards!" He flashes a grin toward his PA, who sighs and starts putting all the bags down again so he can take out his wallet. But as Colt is turning back, he happens to catch sight of what Mason is doing, and his eyes light up. "Cool sticker, dude! That's a kitsune. I know, 'cuz we had one on the show." He pauses, looking lost for a long moment. "Or is that 'we will have one on the show'? 'Cuz it hasn't aired yet, but the filming of it was aired live, so that's out there, but the episode itself won't air till, like, September or some junk." His frown deepens. "Really wish I could find the channel where this show airs. I never get to see how I'm doing." Jordan quickly interjects, "I've told you before, Colt. You can't watch it, because it airs live, and it would be boring for the audience to watch you watching yourself on TV, watching yourself...and so on." Colt ohs, nodding slowly as he finally looks to Mason, suddenly all grins again. "So you want me to autograph your kitsune sticker?"
Mason Lockwood eyes Colt, "A kitsoo... what? I just thought it would look good by the flames on my board." He grins, "Autograph? You famous or something?"
Wyatt's eyes widen, "Really? You'll get me a surfboard, just like that?" This seems to amaze the boy, and as he starts to grin, letting this sink in, he misses Colt's moment of confusion. He looks over to Mason, finally, and says, "A kind of fox spirit, tricksters, at least that's what the books say. Japanese mythology."
Colt Bradford stares at Mason with wide-eyed disbelief. And then suddenly, realization dawns, and he gives a secretive grin. "Right, got it. Don't break the fourth wall." He nods knowingly, then adds a wink, before turning again to Wyatt. "Sure, why not? 'Course we'll need more than just the boards. We hafta get suits and Vans and...Oh, Sex Wax! Gotta have Sex Wax, it's the bestest." Another knowing nod as he turns an appraising eye toward the wetsuits. "Water's s'posed to be way colder up here, so we definitely hafta get suits." He glances at Mason. "Hey, you're local and stuff! Bet you could tell us the best places to catch some epic waves, right? Wanna come with us tomorrow?"
Mason Lockwood raises a brow, forgetting about Kitsunes, it's just a decal, "I can give you a few locations.. but understand that there are some spots that I'm sworn not to tell anyone about. Locals only isn't just a pop culture slogan man.."
Wyatt looks rather incredulous at the talk of sex wax. He has no clue it's for surfboards, apparently. "Um, no way. Not ever. I'll just wear something under the suit." He lets Colt and Mason discuss surfing spots without comment.
Colt Bradford ohs again, nodding understanding to Mason. "Got it. I'm a total Benny, and he's a Grom, so...." Another sudden frown, and he turns to Wyatt. "What's your name, dude? I can't just call you Grommet, that's just weird. And of course we'll wear something under our suits. Way too cold to hang eleven, right?" He giggles at that thought, as Jordan literally facepalms in the background. Just as suddenly as he frowned, Colt's suddenly bright and cheery again, as he extends a hand to Wyatt. "Hi! I'm Colt Bradford, but you already knew that, 'cuz I'm totally famous and junk." Before Wyatt can take the hand however, he's thrusting it in Mason's direction. "You guys did a great job of not recognizing me though. Totally awesome!" In the back of the store, the two obviously stoned boys gape openly, and one elbows the other. "See, tolja it was really him."
Wyatt Halliwell looks confused again, a moment, now totally lost. But, then seems time for introductions, and he says, "Oh, sorry. I'm Wyatt Halliwell." He laughs a little again, and says, "Cool to meet you."