Another set of disdaining clicks escaped Cheri’s lips. But the wry smile and glint in those dark eyes were undeniable. Regardless of the bullshit setup and campy overacting, the real-time-Jumanji special effects were simply wonderful, all things considered. The ‘spread of decay and horrors oooohhhhh…’
was really well done to the point of allowing Cheri to actually imagine a sweeping yet janky orchestral tune to go along with it. Some time ago when Cheri was not Cheri but someone else entirely, she sub-headlined in a big musical production in the city, so she knew quality when she saw it.
No, she was not a technical, nor lighting, nor make-up and FX wizard, but she truly was impressed; so much so she let out a small laugh. The ‘smells of decay and horrors oooooohhhh..’
was a nice, nice touch. In fact, her mind had changed from utter outrage from the fact that ‘there could be a poor tiger out there on the loose and so many little children would be in danger! Victims! Victims!’ to that of—“Yeeeeeeeahhhh… shoot. Ai’ight then. This is actually pretty dope, y’all...”
a bashful ‘tsssss’ sound she let out.
But then suddenly she pointed accusingly at the group huddled together: desperate white lady in danger, reeeeally tall heroic-ish tourist dude, and eccentric plant (an actor in on the ruse)
with the oddly sexy floral get up, bod and look, "y’all over here, doe… take some lessons. Not you, sir, you just an easy tourist mark that fell for it. But you twooooo…? Sista’, y’all too pitchy and over-actory stressy. And you Mr. Sista,’ that straight razor followed up wit dat ‘rage screech’ was way, way, way, like swing, batta-batta’ swing waaaaay over the top. Like check yo’self, bruh. But yo makup and wardrobe… uhm-uhm-uhhhhmm... lit af, boi…! I’mma defo gunna meet y’alls director and producers fo’sho…!”
What actually sold her that the production was legit was when the boy, dressed up like a man-child-Bambi
, popped up and called them over. 'Dorbs..!
No way they would let a child actor up in here if the tiger was not an experienced veteran animal actor with a professionnal and proper handler/trainer. A smile, a genuine and shining one at that, lit up her face now as she picked up her bags and marched past the huddle of people to meet the people ‘behind the scenes.’ That and she wanted to pet the tiger. A real live TIGER!!
She passed by the reeeally tall, heroic-ish tourist dude that proclaimed he was some kind of saviour leading the wounded and weary out from this ‘lair of abomination and horrors ooooohhh…’
A long-lashed wink she shot him and flashed him a smile as she passed, “S’alright, hero-maaaan…! We gunna’ be A1-A-OK-G.I. Joe, real American hero-like… por supuesto, son….!”
A giggle could not help but escape her lips as vines nearly nuzzled up against her nose, arms and neck. Because they were probably a latex compound of some sort, she did not want to touch them. And so Cheri faked one way then went the other, strutting on into the bathroom entrance without letting them touch her. FX props sometimes gave her rashes when made of certain latex compounds afterall.
As she made her way into the opening ‘created by the sonic BOOM! roar of a tiger oooooooh…’
she slung the bags over her shoulder and shook her head at the marvellous set design piece she was walking into. ‘Daaaaaaayaaaaammmm…!”
gasped Cheri, eyes wide, shimmering and shining just like a little girl who walked into Sugar Island Candy Emporium for the first time.
By now, she actually felt jealous for not being in on this eloabourate and gorgeous production. So she set out to chat up the actors before finding the creators of the prank. Cheri saw the other tourist dude, nodded at him then looked around for the Gundam-thingie and the plant
actor who played the 'Cook.' Actually, this guy was pretty good as the lead for the setup. Natural and convincing. Kind of funny too.
She was okay with a quick peek-a-boo here regardless of all the cameras around recording her. Meeting the creators of this prank and then petting a live tiger would be sooooooo worth it. And besides... Icognito! She had her hood on anywaaaaays. And besides even that, it was just gonna be a quick meet n’ greet here and as soon as that was that, she would rescue a kind citizen from the burden of a car and be well on her way out of here well before nightfall. “Pretty freaky cool, amirite,”
Cheri called out to the tourist dude with the camera. The tall woman tossed him an upward chinbob then proceeded to take another sweeping gaze of the surroundings before resting her dark eyes upon the Cook actor, “Man, y’alls budget must be straight up right outta' James Cameron’s wallet, bro!”
A small laugh she gave up then long legs marched confidently, yet with enough hip bump, over to the Cook actor. “Nailed it, man. Killed your role. You good. You gooooood… that whole ‘in ya face’ moment with dude-in-dress back there..? Daaaaayaaammm… that emotion was too real, for reals... props to you and the production, Mr-- oh, sorry, din’t getcha name…?”