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@chantelle-skwigelf
Metalocalypse RP blog for an original character, Chantelle Skwigelf.
TW for themes present in mtl.
Only rules I have is that I ask that you be at least 16+ to interact with mods blog due to mature themes.
My ask box and dms are always open! I love yapping and talking to new people, please feel free to reach out for plots too!
Chantelle
Chan!! Babe, I've been baking again. Do you feel like a strawberry shortcake 🍓🍰? @richardknubbler
Yeah, that sounds very good. That is like- my favorite actually.
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Not particularly. We do tend to keep to our own group. Herd animals.
The horse talks?
Now look who's racist.
I think the ketamine is making me see things.
Ket isn't a hallucinogenic.
It's not. I've had it.
Huh. The horse does ketemine.
Can we not prescribe me things for horses anymore?
They put racehorses on people drugs all the time. Just take the pills I prescribe.
I have an I feel statement..I feel..I won’t wake up if I take that.
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Not particularly. We do tend to keep to our own group. Herd animals.
The horse talks?
Now look who's racist.
I think the ketamine is making me see things.
Ket isn't a hallucinogenic.
It's not. I've had it.
Huh. The horse does ketemine.
Can we not prescribe me things for horses anymore?
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Not particularly. We do tend to keep to our own group. Herd animals.
The horse talks?
Now look who's racist.
I think the ketamine is making me see things.
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Not particularly. We do tend to keep to our own group. Herd animals.
The horse talks?
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Okay well, how…did you obtain it?
How did I, a doctor, obtain medication? Easy. With my prescription pad. The one Knubbler steals half the time.
This is from a vet office John
Vets are just doctors for animals.
I am a person.
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Okay well, how…did you obtain it?
How did I, a doctor, obtain medication? Easy. With my prescription pad. The one Knubbler steals half the time.
This is from a vet office John
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
There's a horse that lives here named Thunderdeath. I assume the horses were hanging out. Does that make me a racist?
Okay well, how…did you obtain it?
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
You shouldn't have to google it. Lucky Shot has been to your house.
Why was he here?
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
I do NOT give people the wrong prescriptions. You must be mistaken, missy.
I googled it and that is a race horse
I think…the pills Doctor Twinkletits gave me to help me sleep, are just horse tranquilizer- I peeled the label back a little bit and it’s prescribed to..Lucky Shot?- “
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Sitting still had never been her favorite part of these, it never failed to make her feel like a doll, something she despised even more.
Her eyes fluttered shut as mascara was swooped across her eyelids, another person tapping concealer onto her chin and nose, eliciting a wince from the young girl. Her hair was pinned back, parted into sections, the heat of the straightener pressing close.
She could smell the faint scent of burnt product in the air.
Her eyes flicked downward as her phone buzzed.
Good God, she hated thing too. The obnoxious guitar riff tore through the air, she couldn’t change the tone, she definitely had tried. Since she was part of their brand it was part of the contract or…whatever Charles had said.
Her hand reached for her water, taking a slow sip.
She glanced at the screen, half-expecting some unknown PR number or a useless notification.
Skwisgaar?
Odd. She lifted the phone to her ear with a small.
“Hello?- “
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"Oh, you ams picks up. Euh... where ams you?"
[ Skwisgaar didn't sound concerned or anything of the like. Just bored, or maybe even a little annoyed ]
"You ams lets me borrows yous eyeliner yesterdays, I gots to gives it back. Ams you out or somethings?"
[ Being as ridiculously rich as they were, Skwisgaar never really considered that other people might have jobs. They sighed audibly into the phone ]
"If you don't gets back, I guess I am just goings to haves to keeps it. Prettys good eyeliners"
[ Chantelle could practically hear them smirking ]
"Seriouslys, though, what ams you doings? I don't gots anything ons right now. Boreds"
[ That was a complete lie. Skwisgaar had lead, rhythm, and bass lines to be working on for the new album, but they could do that anywhere. They didn't feel like being at Mordhaus right then, so they weren't ]
They were all horrid liars, she resisted an eye roll, nestling the pointy item between her shoulder and ear as she moved her hands toward another assistant as he began to touch them up.
“Just put it on my vanity. My room should be unlocked…or keep it that’s fine too. “
She heaved out a sigh as they continued speaking.
“At a shoot. New vogue cover, it’s for my makeup collab. I will be back sometime hopefully. “
She mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ as a klokateer took the dethphone from where it was wedged, holding it to her ear instead.
She found it unbelievable that he had nothing to do.
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[ Skwisgaar listened to her, humming to themself as they did. After hearing about the Vogue cover, they chuckle ]
"Psh, a shoot? Seriouslys? What, ams Charles makings you does modellings for PRs or somethings?"
[ They snickered at her. Chantelle could hear them opening the cap on something: her eyeliner they had borrowed. Seems like she wasn't getting it back. Their voice remained lighthearted, but a little more concentrated now that they were doing their makeup ]
"I don'ts even does dat shit. Charles ams tries to gets me to does modellings for albums covers, I says 'fucks off, robots' "
[ After a few moments where they were undoubtedly smirking about their own insult towards Charles, they spoke again ]
"Heuh. No, actuallys, where ams de shoot? I can comes gets you."
“I am a model D..-Skwisgaar. “
Dad still felt weird sometimes.
She placed her hand on the table, the other pushing the phone back to her ear once more.
“That is like- the main part of what I do, when I am not acting. “
Her brows furrowed as she tugged the phone closer. “Do not use it if it’s the Dior one, it is limited edition I cannot get m..you’re using it aren’t you. “
She heaved a hefty sigh, eyes closing for a moment before they popped back open. “Twenty minutes from Mordhaus, also I thought you could not drive. “
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"Eugh. No. Obviously I don'ts drive. I ams gets a limo there. I comes picks you up."
[ Skwisgaar sounded firm about their decision. They finished their makeup, and went to find a klokateer to drive them to the shoot ]
"Sees you there."
[ They immediately hung up ]
[ Skwisgaar went to the nearest klokateer they could find, and got him to escort them to Chantelle's location as soon as possible. They were on their way to the shoot ]
[ Skwisgaar wouldn't admit they were concerned. They more just felt determined to get her and leave ]
" You can watch if you want I guess, but it- "
( the phone was hung off before she could finish, she let a hefty exhale pass through her nose before she sat back up in the chair, sliding her phone off to the side )
[ by the time Skwisgaar had gotten there the shoot had gotten underway, Chantelle was out of the makeup chair, bass booming through the set from the music idling in the background. Chantelle was propped up against the stark white background, various voices calling her to look certain ways. ] ( her eyes flicked to the door as she heard it crash open, it could only be one person. Everyone on the set seemed to straighten once they realized ) " I did not call him. No one is in trouble. "
( she scoffed out before her eyes went right back to the camera )
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[ Skwisgaar shoved the door open carelessly, their eyes flicking around the room with distaste ]
[ They walked in, not caring whether or not they were disruptive to the shoot. They seemed extremely, and rather unnaturally uncomfortable in the studio. Skwisgaar usually had an air of confidence around them ]
"Hellos. I ams here for Chantelle."
[ They muttered, going over to her ]
"We can goes now."
[ That sounded a lot more like their decision, rather than one between the two of them. Skwisgaar kept looking around, a distasteful look on their face. They had their arms crossed, but their fingers kept moving, like they were just itching to have a guitar in their hands ]
( the room was quiet, Chantelle peered around to the crew, everyone was shuffling silently. It was literally Skwisgaar Skwigelf, who were they to argue. Her brows furrowed, a hand moving to rub at her face, she huffed from her nose as she straightened her shoulders back, her hands upward in a placating gesture without directly touching him ) " Skwisgaar- Dad. "
( her tone grew slightly more pleading. )
" I am working, you can sit over there, I will be done in..an hour. Probably, just go watch "
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[ They raised an eyebrow at her ]
"Whats? I tolds you I was comings to gets you."
[ Skwisgaar rolled their eyes, clearly not understanding her words. It was clear that Skwisgaar didn't like it inside the modelling studio. The smell of products and hairspray made their nose twitch, and the bright lights and flashing cameras hurt their eyes ]
[ Their eyes flicked around the room again, before landing back on Chantelle ]
"Comes on. You don't gots to be here."
( the room was still and silent. The one time Charles was busy! Of course this was when they decided to freak out over nothing. Chantelle bit her lip tightly, she reached and grabbed his forearm, moving toward the edge of the set )
“Just- ten minutes. Sit, then I can go home, we can do whatever you want. I do have to be here. “
( it still felt weird calling Mordhaus home. )
( another stage hand tugged a chair out for Skwisgaar, Chantelle was already moving back to the set. As soon as she stepped back over it was like she hadn’t even walked away, the cameras resuming their flashing as they adjusted her )
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"Seriouslys?"
[ Skwisgaar actually seemed confused, and a little annoyed. But, they went and sat down, a frown on their face ]
[ Skwisgaar could tell that people were staring, and they absolutely hated it. They hated being stared at, the smell of makeup, the sound of chatter, the clicking and flashing of cameras. They hated all of it. They couldn't understand why Chantelle wouldn't leave immediately. They wished they had their guitar to calm them down ]
[ After a few minutes of waiting, bored, they took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of their pocket, and lit one to smoke. They didn't smoke often, but it was a good stress reliever when they didn't have a guitar or something else to do with their hands. They glanced at Chantelle every so often, keeping a close eye on her ]
( it was taking a lot longer than ten minutes, almost half an hour had passed. They just were not getting the right shot apparently. Chantelle’s eyes had grown weary, her posture slightly slumped, her makeup touched up for what seemed like the millionth time. The camera snapped once more )
“Chantelle come the fuck on. This isn’t like you. “
( one of the directors voices rang out. The girl straightened quickly, biting her lip tighter, a dot of red leaking out as she rearranged herself, one of the girls scurrying forward to cover it once more with a new coat of lip stick. Chantelle said nothing as the camera flashed once more. )
“ you know we don’t have time for breaks, just figure it out! “
( her eyes flicked to Skwisgaar before she even realized what she was doing, they went right back to the camera )
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[ The yelling also seemed to snap Skwisgaar straight, alert almost quicker than Chantelle. They sat up, staring right at the director with wide eyes for a few moments, like they were the one being yelled at ]
[ Then, after they zoned back in, and saw Chantelle's eyes looking at them. They saw something in those eyes they recognised, something they had felt before. They tensed up, staring at the director ]
"Don't talks to her likes dat."
[ They snapped. They took another drag of smoke, not caring for the rules or regulations aroung smoking indoors. They looked almost skittish ]
( the director quickly turned, clearing his throat as he looked back down to Chantelle. No further words were exchanged, but it was obvious the man was more frightened now that Skwisgaar had spoken up. )
( Chantelle shook her head quickly, snapping back, she blinked her eyes rapidly. )
“It’s fine- he wasn’t- it’s fine. “
( she held her hands back up, attempting to placate the blonde. )
“We just- need the shot Skwisgaar. You know how these things go. “
( the man had already turned back around. Chantelle was silent, staring, a deer caught in the headlights. The man rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a low frustrated grumble. Chantelle stiffened further, her eyes downcast )
[ Skwisgaar seemed like they were going to yell at the man again, but they held their tongue. They looked mad, though ]
"Fines."
[ They took another drag on the cigarette, stubbed it out on their chair, and lit another. They were clearly still tense. ]
[ Skwisgaar kept an incredibly close eye on what was going on around Chantelle. How people spoke to her, looked at her, and talked to her. They were on alert ]
( not having Charles there made some of her judgement go out the window. The shoot continued but it just grew more and more tense. The shots were not right, her eyes were too dull, too many things that could not be fixed in post. )
( managing to squeak out a small sorry didn’t even seem to be enough, she tugged at her shirt sleeves, rolling her shoulders back to ease some of the tension, had this shirt always been so itchy? The lights so bright? )
( her feet moved before her brain could catch up, her eyes locked onto Skwisgaar. The rest of the voices sounded blurred, like she was under water. Within seconds she was next to them. Her hand grasped onto their arm as she tucked herself behind them, her breathing growing heavier. )
[ Skwisgaar was burning through cigarettes at a concerning speed. They were incredibly stressed out by the environment. It took them a moment to notice that Chantelle had grabbed their arm. They took one look at her ]
"I says to stop fucking yellings at her!"
[ Their breathing was heavy, panicked. Terrified, but they'd never admit it. They grabbed her hand, wanting to be there for her, but comforting themself more in the process ]
"Fucks dis modelling shit, fucks all of it!-"
[ Skwisgaar was clearly scared. They were angry too, of course. Absolutely furious. But in a way that made them look more like a scared animal in a corner than a ferocious, protective father ]
[ They glanced out of the window. The car was still waiting ]
"Goings. We ams- I wants to leave now. Let's go. We ams goings. Let's go."
( Chantelle gripped onto his hand with both of hers, eyes just as wild as Skwisgaars in front of her, her forehead pressed to his back as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She wanted to be anywhere but here )
( the director began to speak up again )
“ Chantelle- just- please you know we only have today, maybe one more after this. “
( he clearly thought better of it, cutting himself off as his eyes drifted back to Skwisgaar…this was Dethklok they were talking about )
“ I wanna leave- “
( she managed to squeak in time with his own words. Tugging himself closer to the door )
[ Skwisgaar grabbed her hand, and just ran. They ran out of the door, dragging her back to the car that was waiting. Their hands fumbled, trying desperately to open the car door, their breathing ragged and scared ]
"It- It ams okays now, don't worrys- you ament's gots to goes back dere-"
[ They pulled the door open, and practically threw themself at their seat, grabbing the guitar they'd left there. They immediately started playing, eyes tightly squeezed shut. They were trying to zone out for a while, until they could act normal again ]
[ The driver, a random klokateer, set off back to Mordhaus with haste after sensing the tense situation ]
( Chantelle said nothing, her foot bouncing rapidly against the floor, she was leaned forward her elbows on her knees. )
“He is going to be mad. He is going to be so mad “
( she managed to squeak out, her mind only thinking about Charles and how he was going to react to the situation, she should just go back and apologize and roll just make everything better. How could she have let Skwisgaar influence her like that! )
“I have to go back! “
[ Skwisgaar looks up from their guitar ]
"No you don'ts. We don't gots to goes back dere."
[ His tone is soft and tired, but very forceful ]
"Don't worrys about Charles. I can talks to Charles."
[ It sounded more like he was talking to himself than her. He plucked at the guitar strings to play himself a soothing lullaby of chords ]
( her face was blank, eyes downcast and skin pale. Her breathing was non existent. She just shook her head quickly again )
( she did tune into the guitar, her shoulders seemed to relax a bit, she brought her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek against them. Her eyes focused on his fingers as he played )
“…Yes I do..”
( she squeaked out, quieter this time. )
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Sitting still had never been her favorite part of these, it never failed to make her feel like a doll, something she despised even more.
Her eyes fluttered shut as mascara was swooped across her eyelids, another person tapping concealer onto her chin and nose, eliciting a wince from the young girl. Her hair was pinned back, parted into sections, the heat of the straightener pressing close.
She could smell the faint scent of burnt product in the air.
Her eyes flicked downward as her phone buzzed.
Good God, she hated thing too. The obnoxious guitar riff tore through the air, she couldn’t change the tone, she definitely had tried. Since she was part of their brand it was part of the contract or…whatever Charles had said.
Her hand reached for her water, taking a slow sip.
She glanced at the screen, half-expecting some unknown PR number or a useless notification.
Skwisgaar?
Odd. She lifted the phone to her ear with a small.
“Hello?- “
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"Oh, you ams picks up. Euh... where ams you?"
[ Skwisgaar didn't sound concerned or anything of the like. Just bored, or maybe even a little annoyed ]
"You ams lets me borrows yous eyeliner yesterdays, I gots to gives it back. Ams you out or somethings?"
[ Being as ridiculously rich as they were, Skwisgaar never really considered that other people might have jobs. They sighed audibly into the phone ]
"If you don't gets back, I guess I am just goings to haves to keeps it. Prettys good eyeliners"
[ Chantelle could practically hear them smirking ]
"Seriouslys, though, what ams you doings? I don't gots anything ons right now. Boreds"
[ That was a complete lie. Skwisgaar had lead, rhythm, and bass lines to be working on for the new album, but they could do that anywhere. They didn't feel like being at Mordhaus right then, so they weren't ]
They were all horrid liars, she resisted an eye roll, nestling the pointy item between her shoulder and ear as she moved her hands toward another assistant as he began to touch them up.
“Just put it on my vanity. My room should be unlocked…or keep it that’s fine too. “
She heaved out a sigh as they continued speaking.
“At a shoot. New vogue cover, it’s for my makeup collab. I will be back sometime hopefully. “
She mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ as a klokateer took the dethphone from where it was wedged, holding it to her ear instead.
She found it unbelievable that he had nothing to do.
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[ Skwisgaar listened to her, humming to themself as they did. After hearing about the Vogue cover, they chuckle ]
"Psh, a shoot? Seriouslys? What, ams Charles makings you does modellings for PRs or somethings?"
[ They snickered at her. Chantelle could hear them opening the cap on something: her eyeliner they had borrowed. Seems like she wasn't getting it back. Their voice remained lighthearted, but a little more concentrated now that they were doing their makeup ]
"I don'ts even does dat shit. Charles ams tries to gets me to does modellings for albums covers, I says 'fucks off, robots' "
[ After a few moments where they were undoubtedly smirking about their own insult towards Charles, they spoke again ]
"Heuh. No, actuallys, where ams de shoot? I can comes gets you."
“I am a model D..-Skwisgaar. “
Dad still felt weird sometimes.
She placed her hand on the table, the other pushing the phone back to her ear once more.
“That is like- the main part of what I do, when I am not acting. “
Her brows furrowed as she tugged the phone closer. “Do not use it if it’s the Dior one, it is limited edition I cannot get m..you’re using it aren’t you. “
She heaved a hefty sigh, eyes closing for a moment before they popped back open. “Twenty minutes from Mordhaus, also I thought you could not drive. “
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"Eugh. No. Obviously I don'ts drive. I ams gets a limo there. I comes picks you up."
[ Skwisgaar sounded firm about their decision. They finished their makeup, and went to find a klokateer to drive them to the shoot ]
"Sees you there."
[ They immediately hung up ]
[ Skwisgaar went to the nearest klokateer they could find, and got him to escort them to Chantelle's location as soon as possible. They were on their way to the shoot ]
[ Skwisgaar wouldn't admit they were concerned. They more just felt determined to get her and leave ]
" You can watch if you want I guess, but it- "
( the phone was hung off before she could finish, she let a hefty exhale pass through her nose before she sat back up in the chair, sliding her phone off to the side )
[ by the time Skwisgaar had gotten there the shoot had gotten underway, Chantelle was out of the makeup chair, bass booming through the set from the music idling in the background. Chantelle was propped up against the stark white background, various voices calling her to look certain ways. ] ( her eyes flicked to the door as she heard it crash open, it could only be one person. Everyone on the set seemed to straighten once they realized ) " I did not call him. No one is in trouble. "
( she scoffed out before her eyes went right back to the camera )
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[ Skwisgaar shoved the door open carelessly, their eyes flicking around the room with distaste ]
[ They walked in, not caring whether or not they were disruptive to the shoot. They seemed extremely, and rather unnaturally uncomfortable in the studio. Skwisgaar usually had an air of confidence around them ]
"Hellos. I ams here for Chantelle."
[ They muttered, going over to her ]
"We can goes now."
[ That sounded a lot more like their decision, rather than one between the two of them. Skwisgaar kept looking around, a distasteful look on their face. They had their arms crossed, but their fingers kept moving, like they were just itching to have a guitar in their hands ]
( the room was quiet, Chantelle peered around to the crew, everyone was shuffling silently. It was literally Skwisgaar Skwigelf, who were they to argue. Her brows furrowed, a hand moving to rub at her face, she huffed from her nose as she straightened her shoulders back, her hands upward in a placating gesture without directly touching him ) " Skwisgaar- Dad. "
( her tone grew slightly more pleading. )
" I am working, you can sit over there, I will be done in..an hour. Probably, just go watch "
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[ They raised an eyebrow at her ]
"Whats? I tolds you I was comings to gets you."
[ Skwisgaar rolled their eyes, clearly not understanding her words. It was clear that Skwisgaar didn't like it inside the modelling studio. The smell of products and hairspray made their nose twitch, and the bright lights and flashing cameras hurt their eyes ]
[ Their eyes flicked around the room again, before landing back on Chantelle ]
"Comes on. You don't gots to be here."
( the room was still and silent. The one time Charles was busy! Of course this was when they decided to freak out over nothing. Chantelle bit her lip tightly, she reached and grabbed his forearm, moving toward the edge of the set )
“Just- ten minutes. Sit, then I can go home, we can do whatever you want. I do have to be here. “
( it still felt weird calling Mordhaus home. )
( another stage hand tugged a chair out for Skwisgaar, Chantelle was already moving back to the set. As soon as she stepped back over it was like she hadn’t even walked away, the cameras resuming their flashing as they adjusted her )
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"Seriouslys?"
[ Skwisgaar actually seemed confused, and a little annoyed. But, they went and sat down, a frown on their face ]
[ Skwisgaar could tell that people were staring, and they absolutely hated it. They hated being stared at, the smell of makeup, the sound of chatter, the clicking and flashing of cameras. They hated all of it. They couldn't understand why Chantelle wouldn't leave immediately. They wished they had their guitar to calm them down ]
[ After a few minutes of waiting, bored, they took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of their pocket, and lit one to smoke. They didn't smoke often, but it was a good stress reliever when they didn't have a guitar or something else to do with their hands. They glanced at Chantelle every so often, keeping a close eye on her ]
( it was taking a lot longer than ten minutes, almost half an hour had passed. They just were not getting the right shot apparently. Chantelle’s eyes had grown weary, her posture slightly slumped, her makeup touched up for what seemed like the millionth time. The camera snapped once more )
“Chantelle come the fuck on. This isn’t like you. “
( one of the directors voices rang out. The girl straightened quickly, biting her lip tighter, a dot of red leaking out as she rearranged herself, one of the girls scurrying forward to cover it once more with a new coat of lip stick. Chantelle said nothing as the camera flashed once more. )
“ you know we don’t have time for breaks, just figure it out! “
( her eyes flicked to Skwisgaar before she even realized what she was doing, they went right back to the camera )
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[ The yelling also seemed to snap Skwisgaar straight, alert almost quicker than Chantelle. They sat up, staring right at the director with wide eyes for a few moments, like they were the one being yelled at ]
[ Then, after they zoned back in, and saw Chantelle's eyes looking at them. They saw something in those eyes they recognised, something they had felt before. They tensed up, staring at the director ]
"Don't talks to her likes dat."
[ They snapped. They took another drag of smoke, not caring for the rules or regulations aroung smoking indoors. They looked almost skittish ]
( the director quickly turned, clearing his throat as he looked back down to Chantelle. No further words were exchanged, but it was obvious the man was more frightened now that Skwisgaar had spoken up. )
( Chantelle shook her head quickly, snapping back, she blinked her eyes rapidly. )
“It’s fine- he wasn’t- it’s fine. “
( she held her hands back up, attempting to placate the blonde. )
“We just- need the shot Skwisgaar. You know how these things go. “
( the man had already turned back around. Chantelle was silent, staring, a deer caught in the headlights. The man rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a low frustrated grumble. Chantelle stiffened further, her eyes downcast )
[ Skwisgaar seemed like they were going to yell at the man again, but they held their tongue. They looked mad, though ]
"Fines."
[ They took another drag on the cigarette, stubbed it out on their chair, and lit another. They were clearly still tense. ]
[ Skwisgaar kept an incredibly close eye on what was going on around Chantelle. How people spoke to her, looked at her, and talked to her. They were on alert ]
( not having Charles there made some of her judgement go out the window. The shoot continued but it just grew more and more tense. The shots were not right, her eyes were too dull, too many things that could not be fixed in post. )
( managing to squeak out a small sorry didn’t even seem to be enough, she tugged at her shirt sleeves, rolling her shoulders back to ease some of the tension, had this shirt always been so itchy? The lights so bright? )
( her feet moved before her brain could catch up, her eyes locked onto Skwisgaar. The rest of the voices sounded blurred, like she was under water. Within seconds she was next to them. Her hand grasped onto their arm as she tucked herself behind them, her breathing growing heavier. )
[ Skwisgaar was burning through cigarettes at a concerning speed. They were incredibly stressed out by the environment. It took them a moment to notice that Chantelle had grabbed their arm. They took one look at her ]
"I says to stop fucking yellings at her!"
[ Their breathing was heavy, panicked. Terrified, but they'd never admit it. They grabbed her hand, wanting to be there for her, but comforting themself more in the process ]
"Fucks dis modelling shit, fucks all of it!-"
[ Skwisgaar was clearly scared. They were angry too, of course. Absolutely furious. But in a way that made them look more like a scared animal in a corner than a ferocious, protective father ]
[ They glanced out of the window. The car was still waiting ]
"Goings. We ams- I wants to leave now. Let's go. We ams goings. Let's go."
( Chantelle gripped onto his hand with both of hers, eyes just as wild as Skwisgaars in front of her, her forehead pressed to his back as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She wanted to be anywhere but here )
( the director began to speak up again )
“ Chantelle- just- please you know we only have today, maybe one more after this. “
( he clearly thought better of it, cutting himself off as his eyes drifted back to Skwisgaar…this was Dethklok they were talking about )
“ I wanna leave- “
( she managed to squeak in time with his own words. Tugging himself closer to the door )
[ Skwisgaar grabbed her hand, and just ran. They ran out of the door, dragging her back to the car that was waiting. Their hands fumbled, trying desperately to open the car door, their breathing ragged and scared ]
"It- It ams okays now, don't worrys- you ament's gots to goes back dere-"
[ They pulled the door open, and practically threw themself at their seat, grabbing the guitar they'd left there. They immediately started playing, eyes tightly squeezed shut. They were trying to zone out for a while, until they could act normal again ]
[ The driver, a random klokateer, set off back to Mordhaus with haste after sensing the tense situation ]
( Chantelle said nothing, her foot bouncing rapidly against the floor, she was leaned forward her elbows on her knees. )
“He is going to be mad. He is going to be so mad “
( she managed to squeak out, her mind only thinking about Charles and how he was going to react to the situation, she should just go back and apologize and roll just make everything better. How could she have let Skwisgaar influence her like that! )
“I have to go back! “
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.8 | THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 3.3
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Sitting still had never been her favorite part of these, it never failed to make her feel like a doll, something she despised even more.
Her eyes fluttered shut as mascara was swooped across her eyelids, another person tapping concealer onto her chin and nose, eliciting a wince from the young girl. Her hair was pinned back, parted into sections, the heat of the straightener pressing close.
She could smell the faint scent of burnt product in the air.
Her eyes flicked downward as her phone buzzed.
Good God, she hated thing too. The obnoxious guitar riff tore through the air, she couldn’t change the tone, she definitely had tried. Since she was part of their brand it was part of the contract or…whatever Charles had said.
Her hand reached for her water, taking a slow sip.
She glanced at the screen, half-expecting some unknown PR number or a useless notification.
Skwisgaar?
Odd. She lifted the phone to her ear with a small.
“Hello?- “
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@guitargod-skwigelf
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"Oh, you ams picks up. Euh... where ams you?"
[ Skwisgaar didn't sound concerned or anything of the like. Just bored, or maybe even a little annoyed ]
"You ams lets me borrows yous eyeliner yesterdays, I gots to gives it back. Ams you out or somethings?"
[ Being as ridiculously rich as they were, Skwisgaar never really considered that other people might have jobs. They sighed audibly into the phone ]
"If you don't gets back, I guess I am just goings to haves to keeps it. Prettys good eyeliners"
[ Chantelle could practically hear them smirking ]
"Seriouslys, though, what ams you doings? I don't gots anything ons right now. Boreds"
[ That was a complete lie. Skwisgaar had lead, rhythm, and bass lines to be working on for the new album, but they could do that anywhere. They didn't feel like being at Mordhaus right then, so they weren't ]
They were all horrid liars, she resisted an eye roll, nestling the pointy item between her shoulder and ear as she moved her hands toward another assistant as he began to touch them up.
“Just put it on my vanity. My room should be unlocked…or keep it that’s fine too. “
She heaved out a sigh as they continued speaking.
“At a shoot. New vogue cover, it’s for my makeup collab. I will be back sometime hopefully. “
She mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ as a klokateer took the dethphone from where it was wedged, holding it to her ear instead.
She found it unbelievable that he had nothing to do.
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[ Skwisgaar listened to her, humming to themself as they did. After hearing about the Vogue cover, they chuckle ]
"Psh, a shoot? Seriouslys? What, ams Charles makings you does modellings for PRs or somethings?"
[ They snickered at her. Chantelle could hear them opening the cap on something: her eyeliner they had borrowed. Seems like she wasn't getting it back. Their voice remained lighthearted, but a little more concentrated now that they were doing their makeup ]
"I don'ts even does dat shit. Charles ams tries to gets me to does modellings for albums covers, I says 'fucks off, robots' "
[ After a few moments where they were undoubtedly smirking about their own insult towards Charles, they spoke again ]
"Heuh. No, actuallys, where ams de shoot? I can comes gets you."
“I am a model D..-Skwisgaar. “
Dad still felt weird sometimes.
She placed her hand on the table, the other pushing the phone back to her ear once more.
“That is like- the main part of what I do, when I am not acting. “
Her brows furrowed as she tugged the phone closer. “Do not use it if it’s the Dior one, it is limited edition I cannot get m..you’re using it aren’t you. “
She heaved a hefty sigh, eyes closing for a moment before they popped back open. “Twenty minutes from Mordhaus, also I thought you could not drive. “
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"Eugh. No. Obviously I don'ts drive. I ams gets a limo there. I comes picks you up."
[ Skwisgaar sounded firm about their decision. They finished their makeup, and went to find a klokateer to drive them to the shoot ]
"Sees you there."
[ They immediately hung up ]
[ Skwisgaar went to the nearest klokateer they could find, and got him to escort them to Chantelle's location as soon as possible. They were on their way to the shoot ]
[ Skwisgaar wouldn't admit they were concerned. They more just felt determined to get her and leave ]
" You can watch if you want I guess, but it- "
( the phone was hung off before she could finish, she let a hefty exhale pass through her nose before she sat back up in the chair, sliding her phone off to the side )
[ by the time Skwisgaar had gotten there the shoot had gotten underway, Chantelle was out of the makeup chair, bass booming through the set from the music idling in the background. Chantelle was propped up against the stark white background, various voices calling her to look certain ways. ] ( her eyes flicked to the door as she heard it crash open, it could only be one person. Everyone on the set seemed to straighten once they realized ) " I did not call him. No one is in trouble. "
( she scoffed out before her eyes went right back to the camera )
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[ Skwisgaar shoved the door open carelessly, their eyes flicking around the room with distaste ]
[ They walked in, not caring whether or not they were disruptive to the shoot. They seemed extremely, and rather unnaturally uncomfortable in the studio. Skwisgaar usually had an air of confidence around them ]
"Hellos. I ams here for Chantelle."
[ They muttered, going over to her ]
"We can goes now."
[ That sounded a lot more like their decision, rather than one between the two of them. Skwisgaar kept looking around, a distasteful look on their face. They had their arms crossed, but their fingers kept moving, like they were just itching to have a guitar in their hands ]
( the room was quiet, Chantelle peered around to the crew, everyone was shuffling silently. It was literally Skwisgaar Skwigelf, who were they to argue. Her brows furrowed, a hand moving to rub at her face, she huffed from her nose as she straightened her shoulders back, her hands upward in a placating gesture without directly touching him ) " Skwisgaar- Dad. "
( her tone grew slightly more pleading. )
" I am working, you can sit over there, I will be done in..an hour. Probably, just go watch "
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[ They raised an eyebrow at her ]
"Whats? I tolds you I was comings to gets you."
[ Skwisgaar rolled their eyes, clearly not understanding her words. It was clear that Skwisgaar didn't like it inside the modelling studio. The smell of products and hairspray made their nose twitch, and the bright lights and flashing cameras hurt their eyes ]
[ Their eyes flicked around the room again, before landing back on Chantelle ]
"Comes on. You don't gots to be here."
( the room was still and silent. The one time Charles was busy! Of course this was when they decided to freak out over nothing. Chantelle bit her lip tightly, she reached and grabbed his forearm, moving toward the edge of the set )
“Just- ten minutes. Sit, then I can go home, we can do whatever you want. I do have to be here. “
( it still felt weird calling Mordhaus home. )
( another stage hand tugged a chair out for Skwisgaar, Chantelle was already moving back to the set. As soon as she stepped back over it was like she hadn’t even walked away, the cameras resuming their flashing as they adjusted her )
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"Seriouslys?"
[ Skwisgaar actually seemed confused, and a little annoyed. But, they went and sat down, a frown on their face ]
[ Skwisgaar could tell that people were staring, and they absolutely hated it. They hated being stared at, the smell of makeup, the sound of chatter, the clicking and flashing of cameras. They hated all of it. They couldn't understand why Chantelle wouldn't leave immediately. They wished they had their guitar to calm them down ]
[ After a few minutes of waiting, bored, they took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of their pocket, and lit one to smoke. They didn't smoke often, but it was a good stress reliever when they didn't have a guitar or something else to do with their hands. They glanced at Chantelle every so often, keeping a close eye on her ]
( it was taking a lot longer than ten minutes, almost half an hour had passed. They just were not getting the right shot apparently. Chantelle’s eyes had grown weary, her posture slightly slumped, her makeup touched up for what seemed like the millionth time. The camera snapped once more )
“Chantelle come the fuck on. This isn’t like you. “
( one of the directors voices rang out. The girl straightened quickly, biting her lip tighter, a dot of red leaking out as she rearranged herself, one of the girls scurrying forward to cover it once more with a new coat of lip stick. Chantelle said nothing as the camera flashed once more. )
“ you know we don’t have time for breaks, just figure it out! “
( her eyes flicked to Skwisgaar before she even realized what she was doing, they went right back to the camera )
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[ The yelling also seemed to snap Skwisgaar straight, alert almost quicker than Chantelle. They sat up, staring right at the director with wide eyes for a few moments, like they were the one being yelled at ]
[ Then, after they zoned back in, and saw Chantelle's eyes looking at them. They saw something in those eyes they recognised, something they had felt before. They tensed up, staring at the director ]
"Don't talks to her likes dat."
[ They snapped. They took another drag of smoke, not caring for the rules or regulations aroung smoking indoors. They looked almost skittish ]
( the director quickly turned, clearing his throat as he looked back down to Chantelle. No further words were exchanged, but it was obvious the man was more frightened now that Skwisgaar had spoken up. )
( Chantelle shook her head quickly, snapping back, she blinked her eyes rapidly. )
“It’s fine- he wasn’t- it’s fine. “
( she held her hands back up, attempting to placate the blonde. )
“We just- need the shot Skwisgaar. You know how these things go. “
( the man had already turned back around. Chantelle was silent, staring, a deer caught in the headlights. The man rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a low frustrated grumble. Chantelle stiffened further, her eyes downcast )
[ Skwisgaar seemed like they were going to yell at the man again, but they held their tongue. They looked mad, though ]
"Fines."
[ They took another drag on the cigarette, stubbed it out on their chair, and lit another. They were clearly still tense. ]
[ Skwisgaar kept an incredibly close eye on what was going on around Chantelle. How people spoke to her, looked at her, and talked to her. They were on alert ]
( not having Charles there made some of her judgement go out the window. The shoot continued but it just grew more and more tense. The shots were not right, her eyes were too dull, too many things that could not be fixed in post. )
( managing to squeak out a small sorry didn’t even seem to be enough, she tugged at her shirt sleeves, rolling her shoulders back to ease some of the tension, had this shirt always been so itchy? The lights so bright? )
( her feet moved before her brain could catch up, her eyes locked onto Skwisgaar. The rest of the voices sounded blurred, like she was under water. Within seconds she was next to them. Her hand grasped onto their arm as she tucked herself behind them, her breathing growing heavier. )
[ Skwisgaar was burning through cigarettes at a concerning speed. They were incredibly stressed out by the environment. It took them a moment to notice that Chantelle had grabbed their arm. They took one look at her ]
"I says to stop fucking yellings at her!"
[ Their breathing was heavy, panicked. Terrified, but they'd never admit it. They grabbed her hand, wanting to be there for her, but comforting themself more in the process ]
"Fucks dis modelling shit, fucks all of it!-"
[ Skwisgaar was clearly scared. They were angry too, of course. Absolutely furious. But in a way that made them look more like a scared animal in a corner than a ferocious, protective father ]
[ They glanced out of the window. The car was still waiting ]
"Goings. We ams- I wants to leave now. Let's go. We ams goings. Let's go."
( Chantelle gripped onto his hand with both of hers, eyes just as wild as Skwisgaars in front of her, her forehead pressed to his back as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She wanted to be anywhere but here )
( the director began to speak up again )
“ Chantelle- just- please you know we only have today, maybe one more after this. “
( he clearly thought better of it, cutting himself off as his eyes drifted back to Skwisgaar…this was Dethklok they were talking about )
“ I wanna leave- “
( she managed to squeak in time with his own words. Tugging himself closer to the door )
It is- literally just a bracelet by the way, nothing crazy. Skwisgaar gave it to me.
( she’s actually regretting even saying that part )
( Chantelle-skwigelf )
There's always subtext. Why would he buy you a cheap shitty rubber bracelet? He's the richest man alive, sweetheart.
How do you know what it is made of?- It is just a bracelet, I borrow his clothing all the time how is this different. I am sure you’ve seen that too.
It's called 'looking'. Judging by Skwisgaar's notoriety for wearing the exact same thing every single day of his life, I don't trust that he'd own some random rubber bracelet. I mean, sure, you could've snatched it, but I don't see why he'd own something so tacky to start with.
Why am I even on your show? I am not Dethklok. I have done one collaboration with them, and it was for a shoe branding.
Oh, I'm not sure. Hm. The reason could be... a certain surname. It starts with an 'S' and ends with a 'kwigelf'. Ringing any bells?
You're the only kid of Skwisgaar's that he'll legally acknowledge. That's a fuckin' goldmine.
Ringing a few bells. Yeah. The reason is very complicated. But, is that really all you have to report on? A bracelet?
Dethklok aren't exactly welcoming with open arms. It's a bit of a dry spell with 'em, to be honest, and we've gotta get a show out one way or another. And the fans like you.
( she barks out a laugh )
No they do not like me. Fine, I can tell you other stuff, about me, not them.
