Leon the Actor? (MPC 43 Skip Advertisement)
Aug 15, 2017 16:03:18 GMT
Post by Leon on Aug 15, 2017 16:03:18 GMT
It was a typical day for the young lion as he awoke from his slumber in the small cavern that he had come to call home. Leon had been in the job seeking line of work meaning he was willing to do anything if the money was right. On this particular moment he had been called to terminus city to do an advertisement for some of the local organizations. He thought his name was actually starting to get out there because of how quickly he was chosen for this role. Slowly, the lion would slink from his rested position, and would rise to his feet arching his back to release tension. With a deep yawn he would begin his walk towards the studio where they were going to film the roles. After walking for what seemed to just be a couple of minutes a smile would form across his face. ”It's about time I be recognized for all of the good I do in this world.” He would mutter as he cockily walked up to the studio gasping at the sheer magnitude of the building. He then slowly strutted into the building; ”Your star has arrived!” The mon would shout not paying an iota amount of attention to his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eyes he would spot a large sombrero, and a bunch of other tacky things that he was praying them didn’t want him to wear. A large Kokatorimon came up to the small lion, and smiled a devilish smile. ”We have a lot of work to do otay!” The large bird would state as he wrapped his wing along the lion’s back and nudged him along the path. Along the path he made it to his first set that he would be performing for; there was a sombrero, and a few other festive things that made it look like something festive was going on in digi mexico. The business was Ponchomon’s Gimnasio de Boxeo; a world class gym that teaches weak digimon how to fight. The lion was okay with the idea of making a cameo on this product because it promoted mental and physical prowess. The young lion stood in front of the saloon style building, and was waiting for his lines when a piximon would zip around him dressing him in a colorful chest garb, and that very same Sombrero he had saw since walking into the building. “Well this is interesting, all that is missing is the mustache. The Kokatorimon would rub his beak with the large feathers on his wing and would smile at the rookies statement. ”Of course how could we forget the mustache, that just completes the entire ensemble, piximon fix this for me!” Leon’s eyes would widen as the small fairy would zip across his face before he had time to react. ”Perfecto! Now just read the lines that we put up on the cards, and show up some latin flare! What had the young lion gotten himself into he had never been so dressed up in his life. The camera began to roll, and the piximon help up a card for the lion to read. “Hola mis amigos bajo los gimnasio de boxeo! Por el bajo precio de 200 pesos al mes.” The lion had no idea what the words he was speaking meant, but he was enthusiastic about it; primarily because he wanted to get out of the silly outfit as soon as possible. [27]
The large bird stopped the camera’s, and began to flap his wings wildly with excitement about what had just happened. ”Yes, that was exactly the amount of latin spice I was looking for; I asked you to deliver something out of your comfort zone and you nailed it." The piximon charged the rookie, and zipped around him in a flurry removing the ridiculous outfit that they had him stuck in. Before the lion could even speak he was being drug off to the next set, and as rough as that scene was he wasn’t for sure how difficult the next would be. After walking for a few moments he made his way to a set that was dark almost like something a myotismon would love to live in. The boy would walk onto the set, and would begin to inspect the design of the set, and was thoroughly impressed with the handiwork of the staff creating something so gothic looking. He then looked up, and saw a tombstone with a sign on it that said DemiDevimon’s Ghost Extermination Services. The lion then shook his head from right to left with shame, and before he could open his mouth the piximon was wrangling him once again. Once the dust cleared the small lion was wearing a flat gray full body jumpsuit, and upon his back was a large metal can with what appeared to be a toy gun attached. Before he could ask what his roll was they started the commercial with a Bakemon appearing midst set, and coming at the lion. Following the script that the lion had he pointed the gun with his mouth, and pulled the trigger sucking Bakemon up into the metal canister. ”Ever have a ghost problem that you just can’t handle for yourself? Who ya gonna call? DemiDevimon’s Ghost Extermination, or DGE for short. We offer a wide array of services to meet your various needs, and we will succeed in providing you with great results.”
”My my my aren’t you the most talented little lion you have ever seen?” He would question the team of people working for him, but of course their answers were going to agree with whatever the giant chicken said. Shortly after the statement the lion was being drug off again for another commercial he wasn’t really enthusiastic as to what the commercial would be. Once they made their way to the next set the small lion saw something that looked like an old west saloon. The lion made his way up into the set of the next commercial, and the piximon would swarm him once again preparing him for the next event. Though this time when the dust cleared he was covered in wounds created by the makeup they had. ”Well let me guess I am playing someone that is on the verge of being deleted?” The chicken would begin to nervously pace back and forth pecking at the ground with his giant beak. ”Yes, you will be playing a heavily injured Leormon, and you will crawl your way into the city. That is where the candidate for sheriff Deputymon will meet you, and save you from the bad guys. The lion would slowly slunk to his spot where he was supposed to begin crawling from, and without hesitation the giant bird began rolling the cameras. Slowly, the lion was dragging himself across the sand the fake blood on his body was smearing across the sand. ”Help me! Anyone!” That was when the deputymon would walk out of the saloon, and would look down on the little lion. ”Don’ chu worry your lil head pardner I will take care of these here varmin; Quick shot!” He would mutter as he fast drew the two pistols on his side, and began unloading off into the direction the lion had come from. He would then stylishly spin his guns on his fingers, and insert them back into his holsters on his sides. He then looked out into the crowd, and would tip his hat. ”The name is Deputymon, and as Sheriff stuff like this aint going to happen again because I will protect Rustport City with my life, again the name is Deputymon, and I endorse this here message.”
The lion slowly rose from his resting position, and made his way off of the set of the commercial standing next to the giant rooster that was putting him through such embarrassing hell. The rooster then patted him on the back with his giant wing with a smile on his face. ”We are almost done with all of the commercials my little star, and if we can just finish strong we might have a full time actor on our hands.” The lion was pleased to receive praise for all of the hard work that he was putting into each and every one of his acting gigs, but wasn’t sure if he could do this full time. He wasn’t going to say something that would possibly make the person mad at him for not giving him the answer he was looking for. An all too familiar feeling of the roosters wing feathers grazing his back, and pushing him along. ”Our next commercial is probably going to be the hardest for me to ask someone to endorse. It’s an add for digi hemorrhoid cream, and well you will have to tell a story about using it and how well it actually helped you out.”[/b][/color] The lion cocked his head in a what the h kind of fashion to see if the rooster was just kidding about what he would be doing. To his dismay the rooster didn’t seem to be showing any signs of humor in his tone which discouraged Leon greatly. Leon was prepared to quit his job, but he talked himself out of it because his motto was he would finish the job no matter how difficult it was. The lion made his way to a small stool, and leapt on top of it, and sat up proudly looking into the camera. This was going to be the hardest thing he has ever had to do in his lifetime, and probably would never do it again. The piximon was holding up a slide with the lines that he was supposed to speak, and the rooster gave the sign for action with that the camera’s were rolling. ”Hello there, my name is Leormon and I am a strong adventuring digimon that fights to save the digital world from the forces of evil. There is a point in every mon’s life where they have to be honest with themselves, and ask for help medically. A few years back I was diagnosed with having hemorrhoids one of the most painful things I have ever gone through. That was until I came across this gift from angemon his heaven’s nectar salve; if you just apply this stuff to the afflicted area shortly after you will feel like a million digi dollars.” After completing his work on the commercial he made his way off the set, and stood before the Kokatorimon with a smile on his face because he knew that he said that was the last commercial. ”That right there was commercial gold you have done a great amount of work on these commercials, and I thank you for your hard work today despite the difficulty of some of them.” The lion would nod, and would make his way to the exit without saying another word to the group of digimon that he had performed for. He made his way out the door, and then took off in a dead run attempting to forget about all of the weird things that he had been tasked with doing. On that day he vowed that he would never again do something so demeaning again; that was unless the price was right.
(ooc: Boy that was a Goliath to write lol, but I would like to receive post rather than bits atm.)
The large bird stopped the camera’s, and began to flap his wings wildly with excitement about what had just happened. ”Yes, that was exactly the amount of latin spice I was looking for; I asked you to deliver something out of your comfort zone and you nailed it." The piximon charged the rookie, and zipped around him in a flurry removing the ridiculous outfit that they had him stuck in. Before the lion could even speak he was being drug off to the next set, and as rough as that scene was he wasn’t for sure how difficult the next would be. After walking for a few moments he made his way to a set that was dark almost like something a myotismon would love to live in. The boy would walk onto the set, and would begin to inspect the design of the set, and was thoroughly impressed with the handiwork of the staff creating something so gothic looking. He then looked up, and saw a tombstone with a sign on it that said DemiDevimon’s Ghost Extermination Services. The lion then shook his head from right to left with shame, and before he could open his mouth the piximon was wrangling him once again. Once the dust cleared the small lion was wearing a flat gray full body jumpsuit, and upon his back was a large metal can with what appeared to be a toy gun attached. Before he could ask what his roll was they started the commercial with a Bakemon appearing midst set, and coming at the lion. Following the script that the lion had he pointed the gun with his mouth, and pulled the trigger sucking Bakemon up into the metal canister. ”Ever have a ghost problem that you just can’t handle for yourself? Who ya gonna call? DemiDevimon’s Ghost Extermination, or DGE for short. We offer a wide array of services to meet your various needs, and we will succeed in providing you with great results.”
”My my my aren’t you the most talented little lion you have ever seen?” He would question the team of people working for him, but of course their answers were going to agree with whatever the giant chicken said. Shortly after the statement the lion was being drug off again for another commercial he wasn’t really enthusiastic as to what the commercial would be. Once they made their way to the next set the small lion saw something that looked like an old west saloon. The lion made his way up into the set of the next commercial, and the piximon would swarm him once again preparing him for the next event. Though this time when the dust cleared he was covered in wounds created by the makeup they had. ”Well let me guess I am playing someone that is on the verge of being deleted?” The chicken would begin to nervously pace back and forth pecking at the ground with his giant beak. ”Yes, you will be playing a heavily injured Leormon, and you will crawl your way into the city. That is where the candidate for sheriff Deputymon will meet you, and save you from the bad guys. The lion would slowly slunk to his spot where he was supposed to begin crawling from, and without hesitation the giant bird began rolling the cameras. Slowly, the lion was dragging himself across the sand the fake blood on his body was smearing across the sand. ”Help me! Anyone!” That was when the deputymon would walk out of the saloon, and would look down on the little lion. ”Don’ chu worry your lil head pardner I will take care of these here varmin; Quick shot!” He would mutter as he fast drew the two pistols on his side, and began unloading off into the direction the lion had come from. He would then stylishly spin his guns on his fingers, and insert them back into his holsters on his sides. He then looked out into the crowd, and would tip his hat. ”The name is Deputymon, and as Sheriff stuff like this aint going to happen again because I will protect Rustport City with my life, again the name is Deputymon, and I endorse this here message.”
The lion slowly rose from his resting position, and made his way off of the set of the commercial standing next to the giant rooster that was putting him through such embarrassing hell. The rooster then patted him on the back with his giant wing with a smile on his face. ”We are almost done with all of the commercials my little star, and if we can just finish strong we might have a full time actor on our hands.” The lion was pleased to receive praise for all of the hard work that he was putting into each and every one of his acting gigs, but wasn’t sure if he could do this full time. He wasn’t going to say something that would possibly make the person mad at him for not giving him the answer he was looking for. An all too familiar feeling of the roosters wing feathers grazing his back, and pushing him along. ”Our next commercial is probably going to be the hardest for me to ask someone to endorse. It’s an add for digi hemorrhoid cream, and well you will have to tell a story about using it and how well it actually helped you out.”[/b][/color] The lion cocked his head in a what the h kind of fashion to see if the rooster was just kidding about what he would be doing. To his dismay the rooster didn’t seem to be showing any signs of humor in his tone which discouraged Leon greatly. Leon was prepared to quit his job, but he talked himself out of it because his motto was he would finish the job no matter how difficult it was. The lion made his way to a small stool, and leapt on top of it, and sat up proudly looking into the camera. This was going to be the hardest thing he has ever had to do in his lifetime, and probably would never do it again. The piximon was holding up a slide with the lines that he was supposed to speak, and the rooster gave the sign for action with that the camera’s were rolling. ”Hello there, my name is Leormon and I am a strong adventuring digimon that fights to save the digital world from the forces of evil. There is a point in every mon’s life where they have to be honest with themselves, and ask for help medically. A few years back I was diagnosed with having hemorrhoids one of the most painful things I have ever gone through. That was until I came across this gift from angemon his heaven’s nectar salve; if you just apply this stuff to the afflicted area shortly after you will feel like a million digi dollars.” After completing his work on the commercial he made his way off the set, and stood before the Kokatorimon with a smile on his face because he knew that he said that was the last commercial. ”That right there was commercial gold you have done a great amount of work on these commercials, and I thank you for your hard work today despite the difficulty of some of them.” The lion would nod, and would make his way to the exit without saying another word to the group of digimon that he had performed for. He made his way out the door, and then took off in a dead run attempting to forget about all of the weird things that he had been tasked with doing. On that day he vowed that he would never again do something so demeaning again; that was unless the price was right.
(ooc: Boy that was a Goliath to write lol, but I would like to receive post rather than bits atm.)
