Alex paced nervously in his living room. Was he really about to do what he was planning? The answer to that question... Yes. He was going to go and kidnap his favorite singer. But that didn't mean he wasn't nervous. A list of things that could go wrong were running through his head. So he shook it quickly to dislodge the thoughts. It was too late to back down now. He already had everything planned.
So he grabbed his backpack that had a rag dipped in chloroform, some rope, and a blindfold. He went out and got in his car and headed to the concert. His plan was to wait until after the show. That way, no one would notice that their singer was gone... Not at first, at least. And this way, he would be able to enjoy the show as well.
He smiled lightly as he parked his car far from the others. He walked quickly to the line of other eager fans and waited patiently for him to be allowed in. The security guard at the door stopped him to ask what was in his bag, and he told him it was just some water. The guard nodded and let him in without further questions.
'So far so good...' he thought as he went to stand close to the stage. It would probably be better to be in the back, but there was no way he was going to miss the chance to be in front.
[[I'll have him to the actual kidnapping after your next post~]]
Oliver, more commonly known as Ice because of his usual blue outfit and spiky blue hair and white streaks with a make-up that showed off his almost transparent blue eyes, stood behind the microphone. Turning to look at his fellow bandmates, he gave them a nod to signal them to start and stepped closer to the microphone to press his lips against it. He waited for the introduction to start before he started out strong and the crowd cheered for him while they were entranced with his voice.
By the time the music had come to an end, he sang a few more other songs - ones that were lively - and smiled as he raised the microphone up into the air. That earned him a loud cheer from his audience and he uttered a short, "Thank you," to them and put the microphone back on the stand. His band mates gave him a pat on the shoulder for good work and he left them to pack up their instruments while he wore on a hoodie and a pair of glasses to smoke his cigarette outside. He was standing on the sidewalk, by the light post and obviously hiding from his screaming fans. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he took the cigarette from his lips and puffed out the smoke.
Tonight, they were all going to go back to their hotel rooms and tomorrow would be, yet again, another day for them to practice their songs. He's due to send his lyrics, too, in two weeks. Will he be able to finish it on time?
Alex clapped loudly along with the rest of the crowd. As the concert was nearing to a close, the nervous feeling started growing in his stomach again. He watched as 'Ice' walked off stage and he made his way out of the crowd. He gripped the strap to his bag tightly, afraid he was going to mess up and end up going to jail. But he wasn't going to think about that right now!
Once outside the building, he looked around quickly. He knew it was just a rumor, but he was sure his idol came outside after the show sometimes. And sure enough, there was a lone figure off by himself. A small smile grew on Alex's face and he approached the person silently, pulling out the rag dipped in chloroform. He took a deep breath as he approached the figure and examined what he could see of his face closely. Yeah. This was definitely the guy he was looking for.
So without a second thought, he moved forward and pressed the chloroform against Oliver's mouth and nose to make him pass out quickly.
Oliver didn't think it'd be dangerous to have a little smoke outside. After all, he hid his hair well under the hoodie and his sunglasses did the job of hiding his eyes, too. No one could've had recognized him unless they were an avid fan of him. Add up the fact, too, that there were five of them in the band, he couldn't have had the solo light of all the fans. Oliver could've had gone solo but he didn't want to leave his band mates behind. They've shared too much to lose everything. He also wanted to rise in fame with them and not alone.
The male's eyes widened, though, at a rag being pressed to his mouth and nose. He'd have brushed the hand away but the chloroform did a quick work on shutting his system down. He lost control of his body and his legs caved in below him. The last thing he had thought then was, What the hell? which he also wasn't able to voice out because of the sudden situation. The cigarette he was holding dropped to the cement, too, in the process.
Alex smiled lightly when Oliver collapsed. He wrapped an arm around his idol before the body hit the ground to prevent any wounds. 'So far so good...' he thought, rummaging around in his bag and pulled out the rope. He quickly tied his favorite singer's hands and feet together before pulling out the blindfold. He searched his pocket for a cellphone and disposed of it if one was found. And after making sure that was secure, he picked the man up with more ease than he thought.
He glanced around and saw that nobody was nearby. It appeared to him that fate was on his side and he couldn't get rid of the smile that was on his face as he made his way back to his car. He set Oliver gently in the backseat and went around to the driver's side. He drove home in silence, glad that where he lived had plenty of space between the houses. This way no-one would know what he had done.
He got back to his house shortly. He got out and went to the back to grab his captive and took him in the house. He brought him upstairs to a room that he had recently prepared for this type of situation. The lock on the door only would open from the outside and if the person opening the door had a key. The windows didn't open and it was a far enough drop that you'd break your leg when you hit the ground.
He set Oliver gently on the bed before patting the top of his head, a small smile on his face. He turned and left the room, keeping his captive bound and blindfolded. He'd be back up later to see if he was awake yet. He locked the door and headed downstairs to watch some T.V., his ears listening for any sounds of sirens.
Last edited by The Cloaked Schemer; 02-25-2011 at 08:50 PM..
Oliver had awoken about half a day later with his head hurting and aching like hell. He groaned and shifted to lay on his side for a moment before he'd shifted again to lay on his back. This didn't feel like his bed at all. And, he could faintly hear a sound, which oddly sounded like TV downstairs. The singer groaned quietly and he brought up a heavy hand to reach up and thread it through his hair. Grabbing at a few strands, he tugged at them to hopefully ease the headache.
He could also feel the hoodie around the back of his neck. That meant he was still in his clothes. His glasses? It seemed to have disappeared. The singer reached down to feel for his pants with his free hand but he didn't feel his phone in its usual place. That definitely wasn't normal.
Groggily opening his eyes, the singer shut his eyes quick again. A deep frown embedded on his face as he tugged harder at the strands. When a few minutes had passed, he tried to open his eyes again. This time, he looked around and saw that he wasn't at his hotel room. Neither was he anywhere familiar. The hell am I? he thought as he slowly got up to a sitting position. "What the hell?" A sharp pain crossed his head and he groaned out a little louder this time. Massaging the bridge of his nose, he shut his eyes tight and tried to recall the past events.
Oliver - Ice - was at a concert a while ago. They had pleased the fans and he went on ahead as his band mates packed up. What happened after that again? There was the faint taste of tobacco in his mouth as he licked his very dry lips wet. Making sure he'd wet them well to prevent himself from getting wounds on his lips, he opened his eyes again and dropped his hand to his lap. Only then did he realize what had happened as his eyes widened in disbelief.
Alex had fallen asleep sometime during the time he was watching T.V. His leg slid off the coffee table in front of him and he jolted awake. He looked around, his mind kinda groggy. He blinked a few times before standing up. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he wandered into the kitchen.
He got a glass out of the cabinet and filled it up with water. He drank it down quickly, his mind working through the haze. His eyes widened slightly when he remembered that he had his idol upstairs in one of his guest rooms. 'Crap! I almost forgot!' he thought.
He ran a hand through his hair, completely exasperated. He got a bottle of water out of the fridge before heading upstairs. He pulled the key out of his pocket before unlocking the bedroom door. He paused for a second. What if Oliver hated him since he kidnapped him? That would be horrible!
That was just something he was going to have to deal with. So he took a deep breath before opening the door. There was a part of him that was hoping that his idol was still sleep, but that hope vanished when he seen that he was sitting up and was, indeed, awake.
Oliver quickly got up to his feet and he looked out the window first. That was way too high up for him to jump down. Even moreso when he didn't see anything that would keep his weight up should he plan to jump out the window. Rather stupid though now that I think about it, he thought as he turned around and leaned against the window sill with his ass. Crossing his arms over his chest, he let out a quiet sigh and let his fingers run through his hair and slide down to the side of his neck. How was he supposed to explain his situation to his band mates and his manager?
Will they even realize he was gone?
Not having realized that the door had been opened since a while ago, he was stunned to see a man standing by the door with what looked like a bottle of water. Only when he'd seen the bottle of water was he reminded that he was parched and his throat was dry. That definitely wasn't a good sign to the singer. His feet carried him towards him, striding his way over as he grabbed the bottle of water from the stranger - a fan, he'd assumed - and uncapped the bottle to down the drink. Half of it was gone before he'd put the bottle down and away from his lips. He let out a sigh of relief as he let his eyes shut and let the cold water run through his system.
That felt better. Now then... Ice opened his eyes again to look at the other and he frowned just a bit. "You don't look like someone I know," he started before he'd pointed at him with the bottle still in his hand. He had tucked his thumb into his front pocket and was looking at Alex in a quite scrutinizing way. "Who are you?"
Alex had been watching Oliver for a bit since he came into the room. He already knew it was pointless to even think about jumping, but he still felt bad that his idol was even thinking about it. But he remained silent until Ice actually noticed him. He actually almost stepped out of the room when he came towards him.
It was true that he was nervous, but it was already to late for him to turn back now. Yeah. He could probably return the singer now, but that would more than likely result in him going to jail. If he was going to go, at least he was going to spend as much time with his idol as he could.
He bit his lip for a second before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. It only took a few seconds for them to be gone. "My name is Alex." he said, figuring he could give out his first name. Just not his last. If he did that, that would just make it easier for him to get arrested later.
"Alex." The man repeated it like it were some familiar name and he thought about it for a second or two. No. He doesn't know any Alex. Shaking his head and downing the rest of the water, he capped it and handed the empty bottle to the stranger. "Why am I here?" he asked as he looked over Alex's shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of the house, of the place. Was this a house? It certainly feels like it.
Alex was silent for a second, watching Oliver finish off the bottle of water. He had been expecting it to be gone quickly, but now he wished that he had brought up another bottle. He bit his lip lightly, nervousness growing for a moment in his stomach before it disappeared. "Well... I wanted to spend some time with you.." he said, his voice a lot quieter than he wanted it to be. He had been planning on sounding confident, but instead his voice had a nervous edge to it.
He fidgeted with the bottle for a few seconds, his gaze on the ground before he lifted it to look at his idol's face. "... I really hope you don't mind."
[[It's fine. Everyone has mind blanks sometimes.]]
Oliver sighed silently. "Everyone wants to spend time with me," he pointed out harshly as he leaned back on the headboard of the bed and looked again at Alex with quite a blank expression on his face. When he'd heard his next words, he brought up his fingers to have it run halfway through his hair. How could he be this beautiful and handsome, really? To be sought after by both men and women, to be craved for to just sit by their side or maybe get them a remembrance, a picture. "I wouldn't mind," he said as he smiled a little in amusement, "But I like good service. What have you got to offer me?"
Alex frowned lightly and all traces of nervousness left him when he heard Oliver's tone of voice. Here he was, trying to be nice to his idol and he has to act like that? A confused look crossed his face for a second. "What would you like?" he asked, kinda wary. Not that it really mattered. He'd be fine with doing basically anything as long as Ice was happy. But... He was supposed to be the kidnapper, so he was the one supposed to be making demands, right? He shoved it to the back of his mind and would worry about it later.
Oliver liked how the boy was reacting to him. It honestly was simply amusing to see him react this way. His fans always did get turned off when he'd talk to them and well, it got him his time alone and with less fans that liked him. "Get me something delicious and expensive," he told him as he crossed his arms over his chest and stretched out his legs before him. He crossed one leg over the other and smiled. "The best food we have in the city." As if that wasn't enough, he had rubbed his stomach lightly.
"I'm hungry. If you do what I tell you then maybe I will spend more time with you."
Alex frowned for a second, thinking. Would that seriously help him spend more time with Oliver? That didn't seem very hard. He nodded before taking a step back towards the door. He figured he could get the food for him. Not that it mattered either way. Oliver wasn't leaving this house until Alex felt like he should leave. After all, he had they key to the room and it would be so easy to knock him out again.
He locked the door behind him and headed downstairs and picked up the phone and called up the best restaurant. He ordered some food, but it wouldn't be here for another 30 to 45 minutes. So he headed into the living room and turned on the T.V. to wait.
Who in their right mind would just agree to that and leave a guest alone? Oliver grunted when he'd seen the door shut again and he got out of bed to try and open the knob. To his dismay, it remained shut. Yet again, he felt for his pockets. When he felt that there was no phone, he was, indeed, left in a turmoil of the sorts. Well, not that he would be in trouble. His career would and the possibility that they might go out and find a new singer while he was here-
Can't be, he thought as he reached into his pockets with his shaky hands. He managed to get himself a smoke and he leaned against the wall by the door. Sliding down and resting his elbows on his knees, which were brought up a bit, he inhaled much of the nicotine to calm himself down and let out a smoky breath. They'll find for me. A news on the TV first and the newspapers before a rescue team will be put out. Idly, he wondered how Alex would react to that. To just want to spend time with him... it was cute how Alex did it but rather stupid.
Alex grew bored very quickly with what he was watching and started randomly flipping through the channels. His attention kept flickering over to the clock and he was mentally counting down the seconds until the food arrived. He hoped that since he was getting this expensive food, that Oliver would appreciate it and maybe be nicer to him. But, even if his idol did remain mean to him, he wasn't going to let change his mind about keeping him hear.
He jumped up immediately when the doorbell rang and pulled out his wallet. He smiled politely at the delivery guy, but shut the door in his face as soon as he got the food. He turned and headed back upstairs and pulled the key from his pocket. He unlocked the door and slipped inside the room. "Here's your food." he said, holding it out to Oliver.
Oliver wasn't going to change just because Alex had gotten him expensive food. This was who he was and he particularly didn't like being cooped up in a room, much less be treated like a prisoner of the sorts. Once he'd heard the door be unlocked and he saw the stranger slip into the room, he took the said food and looked at it for a few seconds. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked as he started to eat. There really wasn't much he could do.
That, and it was boring here. "Do you think you can entertain me? It's boring in here with really nothing much to do."
Alex frowned lightly for a second, his eyes narrowing. Oliver sure was demanding, based on the situation he was in. He knew that, being the one who kidnapped his idol, he was the one who was supposed to be making the demands. ".... How would you want to be entertained?" he asked. Based on what the demand was, he'd consider actually doing it. After all, he wanted the singer to be happy. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid to say no to him if the situation calls for it.
Oliver hummed lightly. "TV," he started, "Do you have any TV?" He wasn't exactly sure what this brat could do, much less what he was thinking. Even though he found it cute that he was kidnapped because he wanted to spend more time with him, he really didn't have any will or want to know him any better. "At least you should know that cooping me up in here won't do you any good."
Alex was silent for a second. Would it be a smart idea to let Oliver go watch TV? Probably not.. He might use the chance to call someone. But of course, that wouldn't work. There was no way to determine his location. Even if he looked out the windows, there were no street signs. No significant structures that are easily identifiable. Was it worth the risk though? He shook his head. "You are not allowed to watch the TV." he decided. "You could earn that privalege when I say so."
A first no. Well, that was new. It had him grunting in annoyance. This fan of his knew how to fight back. It irritated him. As he started eating, he thought about how he could be entertained. Honestly, he wasn't sure what else to do because usually, he'd just watch TV at his home or watch and listen to his bandmates dancing and singing so badly in the karaoke. "Then, what exactly is it that you want me to do here?" He purposely motioned to the boy's quarters as he pursed his lips and resumed eating. He was quick to finish his meal and he downed it with the drink that came with the food. Coughing a little as he tapped his chest, he downed the rest of the drink and let out a sigh of relief. He was full. Now, what else should he do?
