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Post by Marco Ventura on Mar 2, 2008 20:36:53 GMT -5
Marco had called Emma on her cell phone a few hours before. She sounded stuffed-up, like she'd been crying. Marco snickered, while he was alone, leaning against the wall of the theater room. She was depressed, she said, because her friends had turned out to be jerks. Women. So easy to manipulate. Marco put his hands in his pockets.
But not all women were easy to mold. Especially not that pink-haired bitch Bebe Tenko. Marco had taken care of her personally, to make sure that she didn't interfere with this moment in his plan. Sure, Emma would hit another low point, but revealing her so-called best friend's toxic secret would be enjoyable for him. If anything, he'd get his chance to destroy Ryan, something he'd been wanting ever since Marco witnessed the fey boy's sickening tongue invading Sharpay's perfect mouth. The sick freak! The incestuous, sick freak!
Marco checked his phone. No new messages. He was sure that Sharpay and Ryan would be in the theater room... rehearsing. The innuendo was too obvious to him now. And it was disgusting.
Marco kept calming himself down with the thought that, in just a few hours, the beautiful princess Sharpay would finally be his.
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Post by Emma the Loyal Sharpette on Mar 5, 2008 16:59:14 GMT -5
((Okay well, I will assume that it is my turn to post next, so I will! Haha.  ) Emma walked slowly down the halls. She grasped her binder close to her chest, as she felt her feet move her body forward with each step. It seemed as if just to walk, took so much effort. She kept her face looking down at her feet in their comfortable converse. She hadn't really felt the need to dress up too much, since her life had gone to hell. She wore just jeans and a simple light pink and white stripped polo. Sure, she was meeting with Marco right now, but even the hottie couldn't cheer her up. She missed her friends, but most of all she missed Zeke. She still felt anger towards them for everything they did to her, but her depression often switched with anger and back again. Emma could feel whisps of her straight golden hair brush against her cheek, just as she felt a tear leave her eye. She sniffled, as she trudged along to the theater. Emma certainly had no idea why Marco had called her and asked her to meet him here. All she did know was that Marco was her only true friend in the world. He sounded so sweet and caring on the phone. He probably wanted to do something to cheer her up. Emma suddenly smiled, hoping that they were going to do something exceptionally fun! She suddenly realized she would be spending time alone with Marco Ventura! Just the two of them! Alone! With no other people around! Emma gasped suddenly. She felt as if a lightbulb had gone off, and she needed to make herself cute. She whipped out some lipgloss from her Coach purse, and ran her fingers through her hair a few times. She then looked at her plain outfit, and cursed herself. She should have worn something cuter! Emma decided to just make it work. She put a huge smile on her face, and finally turned the corner to get to the entrance of the theater. There he was. Marco Ventura. Emma was already swooning over him. She approached him, feeling a hotness in her cheeks, knowing she was blushing. Emma smiled at the dreamy Marco. "Hi...Hi Marco." Emma said, with a hint of shyness in her voice. It had been a while since she had been around the gorgeous guy. "Thanks for asking me to hang out with you. I'm really excited. I'll bet you have something special planned." Emma said, secretly hoping he would whisk her away to Hawaii and never come back to her former life. That was definitely something she could live with. |
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Post by Marco Ventura on Mar 6, 2008 20:23:52 GMT -5
Marco didn't have long to wait for his blushing princess of the hour. She was there, in her plain outfit that made her look so normal it was hot, the lipgloss on her lips contrasting greatly with her effortless grunge. Marco analyzed the outfit quickly - sadness = bad outfit = messed-up hair = overcompensating with makeup. How pathetic did one have to be? Marco smiled his hypnotic smile at Emma, holding out his hand to her.
"Hello, Miss Emma," Marco cooed, instantly regretting it. That was how that punk Bebe Tenko spoke. Then he smiled, realizing that she couldn't be anywhere nearby... not with those injuries.
"I really do have something special planned, actually," Marco told Emma. "But first we need to pick up a friend. She's in the theater, and I want you to meet her."
Because Emma was going to meet the real Sharpay Evans, whether she wanted to or not. And Emma would crash, crash and burn, after the blackmailing was complete... but Marco would have what he wanted, and that was all that mattered.
"Should we go in and look for her?" Marco inquired with a sweet tone.
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Post by Emma the Loyal Sharpette on Mar 8, 2008 4:02:34 GMT -5
Emma could feel her heartbeat quicken as she heard Marco speak her name. A slight pang of hurt hit her when she realized he called her 'Miss Emma.' That was the name that Bebe always called her. Emma suddenly felt a twinge of sadness, but decided not to linger on it. She was here with Marco right now. She saw him reach his hand out towards her. She began to silently scream in her mind. She placed her hand gently in his, and felt an urge to go very fangirlish, but was able to contain herself. She couldn't keep a smile from plastering on her face. She just loved the feeling of her hand in Marco's.
Emma was suddenly confused when Marco mentioned that he had a friend he wanted her to meet. "A friend? In the theater? Yeah, sure. I would love to meet her." Emma didn't know who would possibly want to meet her that was a friend of Marco's. Maybe it was his best friend? Maybe he wanted to get approval from her so he could ask Emma out! That must surely be it! Emma suddenly became so excited. Marco was going to be her boyfriend! Emma could feel pure joy radiating from her. She smiled wistfully at Marco, her shining prince in armor.
"Yes, Marco. I think we should definitely go in and look for her." Emma smiled, squeezing Marco's hand slightly.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Mar 9, 2008 16:33:42 GMT -5
"Oh I doubt it will take much looking," Marco assured Emma, "seeing as she's pretty much always in here. She does a lot for Ms. Darbus... but I don't think you've met her. Sharpay tends to make sure of things like that."
Marco was having the time of his life twisting words to fit his own meanings. Yes, Sharpay didn't want anyone to see the real her, the real, incestuous, perverted sparkle princess. As Emma squeezed his hand, he grinned, although he found nothing exciting in it. It was a girl's hand. The only girl with a hand good enough for him was Sharpay... and pretty soon, he'd have that.
He pushed the door of the theater open, looking about. It didn't take long for him to see who he was looking for.
"Hey!" he called to the form on the stage, 100% positive as to who it was.
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Post by Emma the Loyal Sharpette on Mar 11, 2008 20:26:46 GMT -5
Emma looked at Marco with a confused face. Sharpay knows this girl, but she doesn't? Emma wondered why Sharpay never introduced her to this girl, especially if Marco wanted Emma to meet her. Sharpay knew Emma liked Marco, so why didn't she help her out and meet people in Marco's inner circle? She was definitely going to let Sharpay have it after meeting this girl.
"Oh well, I wonder why Sharpay never let me meet her. Very weird. But I'm excited to meet her now, Marco!" Emma smiled, loving the feeling of saying Marco's name. She knew that after this, she was going to be saying it a lot more, and refering to him as her boyfriend as well. She smiled proudly at the gorgeous boy next to her, just waiting for the moment when she knew he would belong to her.
She followed Marco into the dark theater, and heard him yell out to someone. She looked on the stage, but didn't recognize the figure. She followed closely behind Marco, waiting to see who this person was.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Mar 13, 2008 10:50:55 GMT -5
((This is before Marco and Emma entered the theatre...so I hope no one would get confused about that...haha))
Sharpay hopped off from her pink vanity which she was sitting on while she and Ryan were making out a while ago only to be interrupted by her seeing the time. She turned to look at her mirror and grinned at how slightly messed up her hair and her clothes looked right now, and how only Ryan can see her like this, simply because he was the one causing it. She grabbed her hairbrush from the vanity and ran it through her hair once, before turning to look at Ryan, who was behind her, again.
"Do you have to go to your class?" She asked, putting on a puppy dog pout as she slowly wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck again. "Can't you stay? I don't have a class after this, and I'd have no one to hang out with," she added, still looking at him with the puppy dog eyes. She moved closer to him, and leaned to give him another soft kiss. "And I'm gonna miss you," she kissed him again, slightly intensifying it, as if they hadn't been in that dressing room for almost an hour and not doing that.
She broke the kiss though because she knew she had to let him go to his class. It was gym class after all, and she knew he needs to catch up to that in order to graduate on time. "Well, I suppose you have to go. But I'll miss you," she put on another playful puppy dog pout, before grinning at him. She took his arms and wrapped them around her before walking towards the door of their dressing room.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Mar 17, 2008 17:40:26 GMT -5
Marco gestured, with a grin, to Emma. This was going to be priceless. Just the way Emma spoke told Marco that she was completely enthralled, thinking that she would be some sort of significant other to him. Oh she was significant, all right. Significant to his plan... not to him.
"Hold back a second," Marco told Emma lightly before stepping forward. He was invading the sanctity of the arts, as Darbus would say. Not that he cared. Sharpay did it all the time with her sick pervert of a brother.
"Where are you, baby doll?" Marco called out. "I want you to meet someone for me..."
Marco was grinning maniacally - Emma couldn't see the crazed look on his face. Sharpay would respond to his voice, but he threw in the 'baby doll' to REALLY get her attention.
Wheels were turning...
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Post by Ryan Evans on Mar 18, 2008 21:45:36 GMT -5
((okay haha... so once again... this is supposed to be before Marco's above remark... I have to climb out of my flu ridden blanket cave of evil so you guys can continue  )) Ryan leaned away from Sharpay as she hopped off the vanity finally, not that he had minded ignoring the bell to end their time together, or the the warning bell to start his next class, or the bell that had also announced that he was now going to be incredibly late for his gym class. The light smirk stayed on his face as he wiped off the remnants of her lipgloss from her mouth as he straightened his own clothes, trying to remember if this time he'd even worn a hat today, scanning the room slightly, chuckling at his own slight forgetfulness. He gave a shrug, shaking his head as he moved to stand behind her again, giving her a soft smile in the mirror. "I'm late," He muttered out into a smile as he shook his head again. As Sharpay moved closer to him again, her arms slowly snaking around his neck again as his arms slowly trailed down her side and around her waist again. "Yes, I have to go," He said in a feigned firmness, more or less trying to convince himself. With the evil pout on his face, he could feel his resolve against her slowly failing. "Sharpay," He said with slightly raised eyebrows, trying to get her attention back to the fact he should have left her ten minutes ago. As she leaned up and kissed him again, he could feel himself slowly losing his own argument as he slowly kissed back, feeling like they always wound up in this trap of being insatiable for one another. When she broke away from the kiss, he took a deep breath and gave her a knowing look, knowing this was one of the things he was worried about, shirking schoolwork, even though he liked the alternative to class much better than class itself. "Yes, I have to go to class now," He said slightly sad, looking down at her with a slight downturned smile as he wrapped his arms around her. "But," He started slowly as they walked towards the door. "We always have our after school time." He said, a slight smile crossing his face as he looked over at her, giving her a wink and chuckling slightly. As he reached the door, he turned back to her and pursed his lips. "You have to stay here, if you come any further, I'm going to have to find a better excuse for why I missed gym." He said, raising his eyebrows at her, pulling her in tight to him before giving her own last quick kiss. He let out a slight defeated sigh as he stepped away from her and pulled open the door slowly. "I'll meet you here after class, ok?" He questioned slightly as he gave her one last wink and slowly dashed out of the room and out of the theatre side door, bypassing the stage in hopes to try and make it to class before he was forced to run laps. |
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Mar 19, 2008 7:55:16 GMT -5
Sharpay couldn't help but giggle when Ryan mentioned their after school time, she had to bite on her lower lip to be able to stop. Their after-school times are just like this, except they were more uninterrupted and much safer at their own home. "I'm looking forward to it already," she nodded at him, with slight giggles still escaping her lips when he winked at her. She stopped when Ryan reached the door, and she slowly let go of him, but then he pulled her in tight and left a quick kiss on her lips which made her sigh. "I'll be waiting, Ry," she said softly, leaning on the door knob as she watched him go. "Love you," she whispered, and leaned against the door frame, letting her eyes close for some seconds. It was only a few seconds, and already she was missing her boyfriend as if she wouldn't see him for a long time. The thought made her chuckle softly, she's definitely crazy about him.
When her legs felt tired from her leaned position against the door frame, Sharpay decided to walk around the theatre. After closing the dressing room door behind her, she walked towards the stage, looking around their chapel of the arts, taking in every single detail. It felt surreal to think that she would be leaving this stage soon, that next year there would probably be a new drama queen to replace her. But unlike before, she wasn't worried about losing her title anymore, she was just thinking of the memories that this place held. The secret that this place knew. The Evans twins had spent half of their high school life in the theatre, it had been a witness to some of the special memories that they had.
She sighed as she reached the stage, looking up at the lights, the curtains, the backdrop that they used for the last musical. She'd definitely miss this place. She stood in the middle of the stage with her back on the audience, still feeling nostalgic. The sound of a "Hey!" startled her for a minute, she thought she was alone. And as she recognized the voice, she could feel her blood rising.
"Where are you, baby doll?"
She slowly turned around, trying her best not to let her temper get the best of her, her fist curling into balls on her sides. There was only one person who can ruin a perfect moment like this with just his presence alone, and that person is none other than..."Marco," she said through gritted teeth. She was surprised though, to find that he wasn't alone. A blonde girl, looking so plain and a little messed up was on his side, and she thought she recognized that face.
"Emma?" she was shocked to see her Sharpette, her most glamorous Sharpette, in this state, and she couldn't help but pity her. She must have really loved Zeke, and Marco is ruining her friend without her even knowing it. The poor girl...she could tell he was just using her, he's taking advantage of her vulnerability. She could feel her blood boiling now. Nobody messes with my friend. She stomped down the stage and towards Marco, glaring at him, she had never felt this much hatred before. He was hurting a lot of people, but what does he really want anyway?
"What do you want now?" She almost yelled, pointing at him. She took a glance at Emma, she seemed so clueless and blind at what Marco is really like. "What did you do to her?" She hissed at him, as she pointed at Emma, ready to attack the bastard any second now. One wrong move, Ventura...
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Post by Emma the Loyal Sharpette on Mar 20, 2008 2:05:14 GMT -5
Emma watched the figure on the stage that Marco was calling to. She let her eyes adjust to the new darkness in the theater, but instantly recognized the familiar girl. Emma's eyes widdened as she saw Sharpay. Marco wanted Emma to meet Sharpay? How was this even logical? Emma didn't breath a word. She just watched Sharpay's face change to many emotions, and then watched her approach Marco with such anger.
Emma felt so weak in the strong presence of Sharpay. Emma knew she wasn't looking her best these days. Emma could barely do anything good since she broke up with Zeke and lost all her friends. She looked back and forth from Sharpay to Marco, waiting for someone to explain this situation to her. She wanted to know what was going on, and why did Marco have them in here?
Emma was taken back when Sharpay accused Marco of doing something to her. "Sharpay!" Emma snapped at her friend. "Marco has done nothing to me. In fact, Marco was the only friend around when I truly needed one." Emma said, slightly accusing Sharpay. "When Zeke and I broke up, Marco was the only one there. I really could have used you then. My best friend who was always there for me. But I had to cry to myself, because you were off doing God knows what. Obviously not caring about me, when all I have ever done is be there for you, Sharpay." Emma said, starting to well up. She didn't want to cry in front of Marco or Sharpay, but the sudden hurt of not having Sharpay around, flooded Emma's entire body. She looked mournfully at Sharpay, and then back at Marco. "Why are we in here, and why did you want me to meet her?" Emma questioned.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Apr 1, 2008 16:51:56 GMT -5
Marco could sense the confused tension rising in the room. This was exactly how he wanted it - strained, awkward, and almost laughably facile. Emma probably thought that he was being a bit delusional; Sharpay, feisty as ever, just didn't want to talk to him. But he would make her talk to him, all right.
"Well, I knew you know Sharpay... or so you think," Marco nodded at Emma. "But I thought you might want to know the truth about your best friend here. Actually, your so-called best friend. Where is your best friend, Emma? Bebe? I haven't seen her in a while... aren't you a bit worried?"
Marco was enjoying laying down the unraveling strings, but he turned to Sharpay quickly. "I did nothing to her. On the contrary - you? Hiding those secrets?"
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Apr 2, 2008 1:04:29 GMT -5
Memories from the night that Bebe Tenko came to their house, all bloody and drenched in the rain came flashing through her mind all of a sudden when Marco mentioned her. She also remembered that Bebe...she mentioned his name. She shuddered as a chill went down her spine, at the thought that maybe she is standing right in front of the criminal who stabbed an innocent Bebe Tenko. That maybe, Marco Ventura is even more dangerous than they thought him to be.
"Did you...did you do that to...to Bebe?" She asked in a shaky voice that was barely above a whisper. She could feel herself shaking too, and it was a rumble of emotions. She was so angry, and suddenly so frightened at the same time as well. If Marco was really the one who did it, who knew what he would do to them right now. She was really close to screaming right then and there.
But when Marco turned to her again, and mentioned about her hiding a secret, Sharpay froze. Her thoughts suddenly went to Troy's house party, and the way Marco looked at her and Ryan. The way he glared at him like he knew their secret. And maybe...she was right. Maybe he really knows. She suddenly felt slightly panicky, but she tried her best to look as cool as she was a few seconds ago as she glared at him. She wouldn't let him ruin her and Ryan and what they have, not if she can help it. "Everyone has a secret, and my secrets are none of your business, Ventura." She hissed at him, trying to put up a brave front as she took one step closer to him.
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Post by Emma the Loyal Sharpette on Apr 8, 2008 14:59:52 GMT -5
Emma watched Marco start out talking about Sharpay being her best friend, but the gears completely stopped when Bebe was mentioned. Emma's mind drifted to Bebe, and how their relationship became so strong after the summer. She remembered the conversation between them discussing Bebe's fashion designs, and getting her that interview. She then remembered Bebe and Zeke kissing. She remembered the heartache and the tears. She remembered all the frustration. Emma wanted to cry right then, but Emma's pride and stubborness wouldn't allow her to show weakness, especially in front of Marco and Sharpay.
"I don't know where Bebe is. I'm sure she's probably around, still cheating on Chad with other people's boyfriends." Emma said, with a darkness in her voice. Emma wasn't sure how she felt about Bebe and their friendship anymore. She was always the one in the friendships to give and give, but rarely ever received. She thought that Bebe was going to be the one to change this cycle, but she just put another nail into the track that was already laid by the Pink Princess standing in front of Emma. Emma eyed Sharpay carefully as Marco brought up the fact she was hiding something. Emma made sure to stand her ground, and not back away from either of the powerful figures. She felt so ordinary and weak next to two people who command attention when they enter the room.
Emma could feel confusion rushing over her body as Sharpay mentioned something about Marco doing something to Bebe. She glanced from Sharpay to Marco, wanting to know what happened. She felt that neither of them would just outright tell her what happened to Bebe, so she cleared her throat slightly and spoke. "What happened to Bebe?" Emma asked, praying it wasn't anything too bad. Emma wanted some karma for Bebe, but nothing drastic. She felt her mind spin again as Sharpay confirmed she had secrets. Emma knew basically all of Sharpay's secrets, so why would Marco be so adamant about getting them? They weren't anything big. She slept with a stuffed animal at night still, and she thinks Troy Bolton is just the greatest thing since sliced bread. That was about it. Emma looked at Marco to see how badly he wanted to know these two small secrets Sharpay had.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Apr 9, 2008 20:25:43 GMT -5
Marco laughed as Emma erroneously concluded that Bebe was being a slut. Well... no. He'd caused that too. How delicious it would be, how delicious this was all becoming! And now he could unload all of the secrets. Emma had given him the perfect place to start.
"No... Bebe's not cheating on Chad. She never cheated on Chad of her own will, you see," Marco informed Emma. He put his hands in his pocket, allowing his true, devilish smile to show. It was the smile he hid from the world, because it usually came with a torrent of painful revelations. And Marco didn't typically like people to think he caused pain.
Times were changing.
"No, Bebe's sitting at her house, recuperating. I made sure of it when I stabbed her yesterday with her own dagger," Marco revealed emotionlessly. "She had it coming. She'd figured it all out. She knew that I was going to go through with this plan, though she didn't know Sharpay's dangerous secret. She knew I lied to you about Zeke, and Chad, and Troy and Gabriella, and all of them. She was too smart, and I couldn't have her bungling the entire operation."
Marco then turned to Sharpay. "Seems she went straight to you. I should've known that the freak would've. Tell me, did she remember any of it? She shouldn't have. I put some chloroform on her to knock her out, which would've made the moments when I stabbed her a haze. And after she passed out from shock - because she's apt to do so; I looked into her file. The nurse loves me, you see - did you send her home, or did you start making out with your brother before calling the ambulance?"
Marco pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked to the ground, a mere shadow of his suave, cool self. He was a madman. "Miss Emma... see the secrets that Sharpay is hiding from you?"
And he showed her the telling picture. The one where the two Evans twins were entangled in a loving embrace, making out for all their worth. He shoved it in Sharpay's face before continuing.
"Now, if you want to make this clean and easy, here's what you do, baby doll," Marco hissed. "You break up with Ryan and go out with me. Otherwise the whole school knows. And as for you, Emma -" Marco turned to her, disgusted with her tagalong nature. There was something sick designed for her as well. "If you don't breathe a WORD, I won't kill the future Mrs. Dano. If you do... I know where she lives, and I know a handful of rival yakuza willing to attack her while she's down. Got it?"
Marco stood stoically, grinning like a psychopath. There were no loopholes. Everything was nice and tidy... except, of course, for the bloody, torn hearts he'd mangled with his words.
Just the way he wanted it.
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