En Garde
|| @247minseok It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. A clothing line endorsement whose designer claimed it was victorian street style aesthetic. Whatever the hell that meant. He was supposed to take a few pictures quietly with the crew and then get out of there without causing a ruckus. But of course, Jackson’s luck was complete and utter shit and instead the location of the photoshoot had been leaked. Now the once peaceful street was buzzing with fans who were being a general nuisance to the customers of the surrounding store.
He felt a bit guilty for a particular bakery that was right in the path of the rubbernecking crowds. Fortunately the photographer called out for the finishing shots and handed him his last prop, producing an amused smirk to snake it’s way unto his face at the familiar weight of the epee in his grasp. Usually props were fake, modeled only to look like certain objects but after an experimental footwork routine with it, he could tell the two props were authentic fencing weapons. Like a bird in flight, he let muscle memory take over and effortlessly began to pose with the swords, much to the satisfaction of the photographer. However the sound of fans protesting against something caught his attention, causing him to glance in their general direction. His went blank with surprise as he watched what looked to be a furious young man wearing an apron push past the crowd and right up to him, breathing heavily from the assertion before settling an irritated glare on him. Jackson began to internally panic, mind racing with questions while he outwardly kept a cool expression. Why is he so pissed? How the hell did he get past all those ladies? How did he get past security??
“Uh” wow Jackson how eloquent, “Can I help you?”