#–*. TIZIRI | who're ya talkin' to?

[natehackett]

CLOSED ( @tizirisadaoui ) – crashdown cafe

"oh my god... no fucking way... do you know who you are?" nate asked wide-eyed and voice imbued with admiration. "you're tiziri sadaoui, you were in kingsman... your big fight scene with eggsy at the end was absolutely INSPIRED! the fight choreography to 'give it up' by KC and the sunshine band? my mind was like," he held his hands up to either side of his head, then imitated an explosion by opening them and muttering, "boom." he held up one of his hands as if it would keep her in place, stepping backward slowly to get to his booth, "if you give me one second, do you mind if i get your autograph? i have my sketchbook and my pen just at my booth right over there."

[natehackett]

"SORRY, sorry. i just thought it was called fight choreography. you know, when they choreograph fight scenes in, like, john wick or even kingsman," he backed away a bit, his eyes shifting down towards the tile floor of the diner. nate felt like a child who had just been scolded for taking a piece of candy when he shouldn't have. to him, she seemed cruel like her characters, but he would rather have a celebrity who was brutally honest about their ego than someone who was overly sweet to his face and a dick behind his back. he had met people in sci-fi franchises and some of the marvel actors at comic cons. some of them had been harsh as well, but he got the picture and the memory of meeting the person behind a favorite character. so what if the interaction was bitter? he could still watch their movies without feeling too pressed about it. "you don't like your own movies?" he asked, his head cocking to the side.

"Choreography?" It's not as if her demeanor had been pleasant to begin with, but mild annoyance seemed to shift into something worse with the question. "It's not the WWE, غبي. There's no stupid fucking plotline or choreography, it's a legitimate sport and it's dangerous." It wasn't as if Tiziri neglected to acknowledge the hazards that came with the other, that incidents could and did happen, that the people involved presented a dedication and skill all their own. It didn't change the fact that it was a world apart from what she had spent her life doing, her time in the octagon actually the safest of the years she had spent making money with her fists. "I'm glad you're entertained." It was a common occurrence for those that met Tiziri to better understand the expression 'you should never meet your heroes' and yet she wasn't sure the same could be said for the male before her, his joyous demeanor exuding the energy that she could break his nose and the male would merely rejoice in the interaction.

[natehackett]

"thrilling? now that's the understatement of the year," a bubble of nervous laughter escaped his lips as he watched her eyes scan over the page. "sorry, it's not my best work... you don't have to look at it, i'm just happy to have you sign it." nate was just on the verge of going into an over-explanation of how he had made the piece, and why he had made it. it was best, however, to keep his mouth shut, he thought. "FOUR HOURS?! did they do that every single day of filming? that's bonkers! what did you do while you were sitting for four hours?" all nate could hear in his head was a little voice telling him don't cream your pants, don't cream your pants. "no! no, of course not. i had no idea that you were even in roswell. to be honest, i expected that all celebrities would always be in, like, los angeles, georgia, new york, or vancouver filming their latest project. i just do a lot of sketching for movies, shows, and comics that i like. you can flip through the sketches. if you want, of course." this sketchbook was far from finished, but he'd filled up about a third of it already with some stills from films he'd redrawn in his style. surprisingly, nate was organized when it came to all of his nerdy things. he had sketchbooks designated for his comic art, his film art, and his tv show art; his comics were organized alphabetically and by number; his figurines were lined on shelves and regularly dusted. being not only an artist but a collector had informed his organizational process throughout the years.

There's an exhalation that seems to dance on the edge of amusement, the corners of her lips lifting for the first time since she'd entered the restaurant, for the first time that day. It wasn't an unprecedented realization, though the words tended to be delivered on a tone of disgust rather than amazement. There was an odd expectation that celebrities were meant to display a dazzling personality, especially when it came to their fans and boy, oh boy, had Tiziri hurt plenty of feelings when people realized she wasn't that. "What a thrilling day." Her hands outstretch to collect the book from him, a moments pause at the unexpected image that lay inside. It was stranger than the recognition, to see her face reflected back to her, media she chose not to consume out of disgust for herself seeming an important part of others' lives. "Uh, four hours..." It's a question she doesn't have to think about, memories of her complaints are clearer than the sessions themselves, but it seems her mind is focused on the image before her. "Were you just planning to run into me at some point?"

[natehackett]

nate had been to conventions, and he'd met a few celebrities there, but he had never just run into a celebrity. now, here was one of his idols seated at the same diner where he came to get fast casual food almost every week. "you're just like your characters," nate whispered, more to himself than to tiziri. the awe in his voice was unmistakable. "no worries, my panties will remain thoroughly un-creamed. just know that you have made my entire life today." nate ran the rest of the way to his booth, rummaging through his backpack for his sketchbook and micron pen. he flipped to a page which had a sketch he had done while watching star trek: beyond. he made his way back to tiziri's booth, showing off the page for her to sign. "the special effects makeup in that film was super cool. how long did it take you to sit through getting it done?"

It doesn’t take much beyond the first three words to know what’s about to happen, the unknown male’s tone making what would follow all too clear to a woman who was no stranger to such attention. “No shit?” It wasn’t as if there was some sort of test that one needed to pass in order to be considered media trained — if there had been, Tiziri likely would have failed it time and time again. Instead, the teachings were ones that she had considered more recommendations than instructions, advice she clearly had no interest in allowing to guide her be it in Hollywood, Roswell or anywhere else in the world. “Yeah, yeah.” It’s not thanks to his request, but rather the fact that she’s waiting on her food, food that was supposed to have been ready to avoid this very moment, that she remains in position. “Just don’t cream your panties, alright.”

[natehackett]

if nate had been born only a few years later, he would definitely be on twitter posting fanboy tweets such as, "i wish [insert celebrity here] would drag me on the floor then spit in my mouth." luckily for the rest of the world, his early experience with fandom had been on forums and at comic cons. he had some restraint, the active word here being some. "do you do that often when shooting action films? looking at past fight choreography?" he asked, eyes wide like a full moon. now that he had her signature on his drawing, he could die happy. there were few encounters with celebrities that would have made him as ecstatic as this moment. nate doesn't even miss a beat laughing at the porn-watching comment. "you're funny, too? dude, this is crazy. who would've thought... huh? look at us!"

Words and a demeanor that would sour many people's day seem to have no effect over the beaming male, as if Tiziri spitting her venom his way was the highlight of his year. It wasn't as if she hadn't heard all sorts of things from fans before, especially in years recent; requests to step on or punch someone were only the tip of the iceberg and only sometimes as much a joke as they seemed to be when shared on Twitter. This was different, the boy either oblivious or simply uncaring that Tiziri's vibe was a generally unpleasant one. "Well, you didn't see me looking like this, did you?" Contrary to his words, the drawing was good, great even — which is exactly why she couldn't wouldn't remark on such. If anything, she's thankful he'd chosen Jaylah as the object of his work, a face that didn't resemble hers so closely. "I mostly watched back old videos of me beating the shit out of people." Finally, after what took far too long, the pencil is placed onto the paper and her signature is scrawled across the blank space. With respect to his work, both items are carefully collected, lifting them and her gaze back his way, ignoring his offer entirely. "Or watched porn." It's complete bullshit, words to fuck with the male in front of her but delivered with a certainty that would make that questionable, not so much as blinking as they slipped from her mouth.