Post by The B-Witch on Feb 3, 2011 13:38:47 GMT -5
There wasn't as large an audience, though in part that was because her studio had been downsized due to security issues. She was still the hot ticket, and seeing that her previous guests tended to have enemies that would just as soon stage their assaults in her studio as they would outside, things had to be improved. She always felt the selenium mixed into the paint was amusing, but that it was the set pieces painted with it made her snicker.
The lighting had been rigged with stun level lasers...which made her a bit leery, as she did not overly wish to be shot. Though, with her next guest, the studio had been all but warded against the d**ned.
Backstage with her producer, she discussed once again what topics she was supposed to ignore, and which she was supposed to run with...not that she ever went against her gut. When the audience finished filtering in, she walked into the studio and greeted them all warmly, telling the ushers to get people some hot chocolate and coffee to help warm them up.
The director gave the signal from the booth and she makes her way to her seat and settles in.
And the music cued...
...Welcome to Inside Studio C, with Cynthia Santillian...and now...here's Cynthia.
"Good morning, and welcome to Inside Studio C. We're grateful to those of you tuning in this morning, as well as those of you watching us for the first time on StudioC-dot-com. And a special thank you to all of you who braved the weather to come see us in person, our beloved studio audience. I know we have been running promotions lately about a special guest that would be coming in this morning, but opposed to interviewing some stuffed shirt bureaucrat, I've got a special treat. Today, we have the first and only son (that we know ) of Winston Thomas Philmont the Third. Let us all welcome, Thomas Philmont the Fourth."
She rises from her seat and starts clapping as the camera turns towards his entrance mark.
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Music from Duran Duran begins to play as the cameras zoom in on the mark, hungry like the wolf playing. He smiles as he comes out seeing the crowd and he went from confident and excited to deer in head lights shocked. He stood there blinking for a long moment at the huge studio audience.
He didn't have alot to hide, he wasn't exactly a villain, he'd done more heroic deeds then bad. He used his oil drilling company to stop the huge oil leak on the coast, that saved the eco system and trillions of dollars in possible un repairable damage. He'd opened up a few free clinics inside Manhatten, as well as two homeless shelters, one for normal people and one for mutants.
No one really understood why he had opened one up for mutants...but he knew why, and he had it labeled as such. He had been caught in Hawaii the previous week, and Italy this week end before he came to this show for his interview. He walked slowly and looked at Cynthia, fear was in his eyes, but that was expected, his first time on television, as a normal person anyways.
He moved up to Cynthia, and shook her hand, his trembled...and then all the thoughts and emotions that he was feeling in the room faded and he closed his eyes a long moment. Finally she had freed him from the stress and strain of the thoughts around him, his powers had fizzled out, he didn't feel the need to hold back his telekinesis, so glad he would not go naked on television.
He took a deep breath letting it out then pulled his fedora off his head looking at the studio audience and waving at them, some of the women in the audience whistling at him, he blushing looking back to Cynthia. "Hi Cynthia...you look absolutely breath taking today..." He was saying the truth, his hat he placed on the floor next to his chair sitting down and leaning back trying to relax.
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She has to chuckle a bit off camera when she hears the music the boy chose for his entrance, but just smiles watching him suddenly become aware of what was happening, especially when he made his way into her area of effect. He seemed to relax...not as much as his cigar smoking alcoholic father, which was a relief.
"Thank you, Thomas. And from what I hear from the audience, you seem to be looking good yourself." She grins slightly, sitting back down in her seat, letting her legs cross easily.
"So...we all know about your father and his activities in the world, though more about your mother's works than his. We can only hope that you will follow more with her good work than your father's. And for those of you in our studio audience as well as all of you at home who did not know, Thomas has been very instrumental in aiding the oil clean up in the gulf. What other interests do you have in the world?"
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He sat there as she started to talk about his father and his not so lawdible endeavors and his step mother's more lawdible endeavors and he didn't correct her on her being his unbiological mother. "I um..." He stared at the camera pointing at him for a long moment thinking about what he was going to say.
He'd thought all week about what he would talk about on television, but now that he was in the hot seat, he blinked, the heat of the lights on him made his face shimmer lightly and he reached up tugging at his tie, taking a deep breath letting it out. "Homeless shelter..." He read off of a que card and he smiled nodding. "Yeah that's right, I just opened up a new homeless shelter and out reach center..." He said looking at Cynthia.
"I have noticed that mutants sometimes...get raised in situations where they are surrounded by people that can be...you know...less than honorable, same with normal people, but of all the outreach centers that i've seen they have always focused on normal people, like myself." She could tell that that was a total and absolute lie...he was not normal at all.
"I um...feel bad...about them having to live a hard life being givin no incredible chances to make a differencein their life, so I opened up a huge center, I will be housing homeless men on the first floor, homeless women on the second floor, and single mothers with children on the third floor. The fourth floor is the school for the children, and the fifth floor is a recreational center and cooking area. There are also scholarships available...for them to seek further education, my school is only staffed through 12th grade and GED...then college is another step for them, when they finally leave the shelter."
He swallowed...that wasn't so bad, he took a deep breath letting it out and closed his eyes a moment, he looked flush, his face going a little pale as he folded his hands together, they started to become clammy and sweaty...fingers trembling as he looked up at the audience, he felt like the room was starting to spin.
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She smiles a bit at him stumbling...just like his father, then she absently motions to bring him some water to help calm him a bit. She doesn't respond when he refers to himself as normal...knowing full well about him...all blue and glowing. She watches the news, as well as talks to his step-mother on a semi-daily basis.
"So, you do support mutant and human rights in your efforts. When people need a hand up or even a hand out, they should be assisted, be they mutant or human. That is very noble of you, Thomas."
The director makes a note to have the shelter listed on their website as it also comes up on screen for the location of the main location, then lets it fade back out.
"It is good to know that there are some people out there helping for the good and advancement of all beings. Humane acts are for more than just humans."
She liked to make the point that she was pro-meta-rights, especially since no one could exactly tag her as a mutant unless they were, too. She notices his nerves getting a bit to him, then gives her director the cue commercial look.
"We'll be back with Thomas Philmont in a few minutes to learn more about this handsome young man, after these messages from our sponsors."
The red light on the camera fades as the video & web feed cut to commercials. She leans a bit closer to him, taking his hand, "Are you alright to continue...you seem to be getting a bit nervous. We can skip the call in segment if you'd like, but I'm sure there are people out there who would love to ask you some questions."
Her assistant pours two glasses of nice cold filtered water and sets them and the pitcher on the table between them.
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He looked at her for a long moment, smiling and clearing his throat once they went to commercial break. He looked at the water, and then to Cynthia as she took his hand, it was rather wet, and he blinked a few times before responding. "I uh..." He took a drink of the water and then his shakey hand set it down.
His mind was rather blank as he looked at her, then looked to the audience. "I feel different, something isn't right I can't..." He was going to say he could read her emotions, or those of the people in the room, but he swallowed and looked around. "I don't feel myself Cynthia..."
He looked at the cup of water trying to move the water with his mind but he could not, he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to read the thoughts of anyone in the room but not a soul could be felt, only heard. He felt as if he'd been cut partially blind...looking up quietly at her and shook his head.
"I should continue...people will be disappointed if your show doesn't go on, and I don't want you to have your business look bad because I felt a little odd on television..." He finally said sitting back quietly...
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"Don't worry, Thomas...I have that effect on people." She winks slightly. "I thought Adrianna would have warned you, but then again she didn't warn your father either. I tend to make people feel naked around me."
She glances back up to the booth for the count to see how much more time they had before they needed to cut back to the show, they still had a minute as the promo for the next show was on.
"We can cut this short...if say, you feel ill from the weather. The audience will allow it."
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He looked and Cynthia and shook his head, "I think I'll be ok..." He said squeezing her hand and then he looked down chuckling a little. "Honestly, I'm used to feeling naked...just not so used to not feeling everyone else..." He looking into her eyes for a long moment. "My step mother didn't warn me about anything...I guess she thought I would do ok..."
He laughed a little, kind of nervously and then cleared his throat,taking one more sip of the water and set the cup down sitting up straight, letting go of Cynthia's hand, his was still a little shakey, looking at the camera as they started to count down from ten. In that moment each number they counted sounded like they were being dubbed in slow motion.
He felt his shirt growing sweaty underneath his suit coat, and he relized why he liked being naked most of the time as the heat seemed to smolder from him, he wondered if he were going to burst into flames like the human torch as they got to the number 3...2...1...he took a deep breath letting it out, preparing himself for round two.
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She nods, then checks which camera they were coming back to as they open back up on the two shot.
"Welcome back to Inside Studio C...if you're just catching up to us, we have in our studio today none other than the heir apparent to the Philmont line, Thomas Philmont. I can tell by the way the Mike in the booth is acting that our phones have been ringing off the hook since we went to break. What do you say, Thomas, should we answer a few of these lovely people's questions?"
The audience starts clapping, though her MCs didn't start weaving through the audience with their microphones yet as phone calls seemed to get priority.
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He looked at the camera, then to the audience, then to Cynthia, at first he didn't even hear what she was saying but he figured she was ok, at this point he'd have said ok to anything. He nodded slowly..."Yeah...sounds great..." He said with a smile, lifting his water cup and taking a sip, biting his lower lip nervously as he looked at Cynthia waiting for the question to pipe over the speaker...
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"Caller one, care to give us your name and your question for Thomas?"
She can't help but wonder what the at home audience had for him.
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"My name is Jane." "Yes, yes I do" she lays on her accent, masking her voice "Is it true you like to run around naked, i read in a paper somewhere that you were seen in out in public in the nude?" She had to put her hand over the mouth piece to stifle giggles as she waited for a response.
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An audible ooh and ahhh comes from the audience, "An interesting question, Jane. Well, Thomas...are you actually the streaker rumored to roam the streets of New York?"
She grins a bit, having heard the story herself.
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He sat there looking at the camera for a long moment, his jaw dropping as he heard the question. "Well..I..." He thought for a moment. "I have been caught once or twice without my clothes on in public...there first time, was when I was saving someone from an attack against some crazy giant robot in the middle of the town...I ended up naked and unconscious I don't know how..." He was lying but he made a good cover with his facial expression.
"A similar occurance happened with a dinosaur attack on Manhatten...both situations were pretty scary...I'm just glad I'm alive, and that people didn't get hurt..." He took a deep breath letting out nervously. "How about a different caller..." He added quickly taking a drink of his water.
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-Part of her wondered why she was doing this. The other part told her to hang up, however the man told her she would be going on next, live with her question. Silly man, he never asked what her question might be. For all he knew she could give herself an orgasm on live television. Better ratings is probably all he would say-
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Cynthia chuckles at his answer. "So, do you often end up naked when things attack the city, Thomas? Answers like that are likely to make women wish the city would be attacked more often."
She grins and sips a bit of her water, "Thank you for that question, Jane. Caller Two, if you could give your name and your question?"
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-when the woman spoke asking her name and what she had to say or ask to him rather she should have hung up but it was already far too late- "Jessica.. my name is Jessica. Thomas.. Your father is quite, unnerving. You do such charitable acts despite all that your father had shadowed across the world.." -most people would say state, city, she said World because she knew it were the truth- "Being of his blood surely you are more like him than you think. Are all these deeds your doing merely that, an Act? The tired deeds of a boy with daddy issues who wants nothing more than to stand against him, hoping and clinging for that one desperate thing he wants more than anything? Daddy's approval? Come now Thomas, Any child of that Pompas Fedora wearing lunatic, has to have Daddy Issues. So why don't you be a good little boy and admit it.. That this is all just a game to you, and that the lives of people don't really matter"
-She were testing him. The one sure way to see if he were just like his bastard father or not. If he was like his father he would lie, smile happily before the camera's and turn it around into something good and positive. If he were truly unlike his father, he would fight, baring his teeth like some cornered animal. Jess really hoped he was not like his father, prayed on it really. One of the Schemer was BAD enough-
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Cynthia raised a brow, wondering why the call hadn't been filtered, but she listened to it anyway. The caller flat out called Thomas the son of the Schemer, though never mentioned the Schemer by name...Winston Philmont was a bit of a pampas fedora wearer, even when he wasn't in costume. She looks towards Thomas and awaits his answer.
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He looked at the camera hearing the voice on the phone. He sat there a moment, rather winded by the question...it really hurt, he was trying his best to try and help his father, at the same time, trying to save people from his schemes, at the same time trying to run businesses that helped society. He looked at Cynthia, he almost looked offended that she would let a caller like that through the line.
He blinked looked down, his eyes going a little sparkly as he got a very serious look in his eyes. "I am my own person...I guess I try my best to be the best person that I can be. It's hard when your constantly in the shadow of a man and are trying to break free of the shadow to be seen as your own entity. Instead of acting like my sister though, and trying to suck up to the media, or try and become a famous singer and have people worship me, using my financial power for fame and more fortune...I took a different path."
He said looking at the camera, it seemed as if he were almost looking right into the eye of the person asking the question. "People try to mock me...cause the sins of the father follow the sins of the son...but that doesn't mean that the son is going to ask for forgiveness, I can spend my whole life asking for forgiveness, or focus on people that can be helped, rather than an image that doesn't mean anything..."
He said sitting back with a heavy sigh...
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-Quake smirked laughing softly into the phone- "You really aren't your father... good... that's very good.." -the phone went dead-
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She always knows when a call is going to come, though she was going to have a long discussion with her director after that one, though. But...Thomas answered it admirably.
"Thank you for your call, Jessica." She looks back towards Thomas, "We all try to live outside of our parents shadows. Your father, though as ruthless a businessman as he can be should be proud in the fact that he has a selfless giving son that is doing what he can to help the community."
She reaches over and pats his hand gently, watching him, then she glances back towards the camera, I believe we may have time for one more caller...or if anyone in our studio has a question..."
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Emma had to shake her head as she watched from the audience, then the microphone started coming around, Awww, what the hell?
She stood up and spoke, "Yes, I'm Emma from lower Manhattan. Thomas, in all of your time here in New York, and seemingly strange misadventures with dinosaur, giant robots and occasional nudity in the streets...as well as all of your good works with the shelters, and the schools. How do you ever find free time to get away from the limelight...and what do you like to do for fun? Besides drive fast cars and dodge bullets, that is."
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Cynthia looked at the audience member, and the badge on her belt and raises a brow, though thankful for the considerably 'light' question and attempt at humor.
"What does a Philmont do for fun...good question."
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He looked at Emma, he knew who she was, a smile took his face and he nodded to her. "I don't have a whole lot of free time, what time I do have free I spend with friends and family..." His eyes blinking to her as if thank you for the change in question lines...
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A nice short sweet diplomatic answer...good, especially as her director was signaling to wrap it up.
She nods slightly, "I can't imagine much free time, especially with friends and family though, as your step-mother did just have twins a few months ago. I'm sure you help with them when you can."
She doesn't really wait for an answer, as the director was looking more impatient.
"It seems like that is all the time we have today. I would like to thank you all, the audience and our viewers at home watching on TV or on the web. And of course, I'd like to give a special thank you to Thomas Philmont for taking time out of his busy schedule to stop by the studio today. You are welcome back anytime, Thomas." She reaches over and takes his hand lightly again before looking back to the camera.
"That is all today for Inside Studio C...we hope you catch us again soon, for our next series of interviews. I'm Cynthia Santillian, hoping that you have a good day...and keep warm out there, everyone."
She continues smiling and waves a bit to the camera until the light switches from her camera to the overhead studio camera watching people filtering out as the standard credits roll with the music underneath.
The screens would fade to black, then the address and call information for Thomas's shelter would come back up, then fade back out before the Inside Studio C logo and copyright information shows.
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As soon as the cameras started to roll, and the show ended he would stand up quickly and walk off the stage totally terrified. He couldn't believe that people would ask him the questions that they did. He was promised that he wouldn't be humiliated on television, but that just wasn't possible he guessed.
He headed back stage and took a deep breath, leaning against a counter for a moment, he feeling his powers return as his skin started to glow a soft blue, his powers surging back to life and he looked down and around with a gasp as his clothes vaporized. He blinked looking down, then he looked over his shoulder at the staff that was now pointing at him and gasping.
The hair people, the make up people, even the janitor. He blinked as he saw a magazine infront of himself, quickly pulling it over his parts as he turned his back to the wall, looking at them all tip toeing into a dressing room and shutting the door, he heard a scream in the room and snuck out, moving to the next one, shutting the door and sighing.
The lighting had been rigged with stun level lasers...which made her a bit leery, as she did not overly wish to be shot. Though, with her next guest, the studio had been all but warded against the d**ned.
Backstage with her producer, she discussed once again what topics she was supposed to ignore, and which she was supposed to run with...not that she ever went against her gut. When the audience finished filtering in, she walked into the studio and greeted them all warmly, telling the ushers to get people some hot chocolate and coffee to help warm them up.
The director gave the signal from the booth and she makes her way to her seat and settles in.
And the music cued...
...Welcome to Inside Studio C, with Cynthia Santillian...and now...here's Cynthia.
"Good morning, and welcome to Inside Studio C. We're grateful to those of you tuning in this morning, as well as those of you watching us for the first time on StudioC-dot-com. And a special thank you to all of you who braved the weather to come see us in person, our beloved studio audience. I know we have been running promotions lately about a special guest that would be coming in this morning, but opposed to interviewing some stuffed shirt bureaucrat, I've got a special treat. Today, we have the first and only son (that we know ) of Winston Thomas Philmont the Third. Let us all welcome, Thomas Philmont the Fourth."
She rises from her seat and starts clapping as the camera turns towards his entrance mark.
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Music from Duran Duran begins to play as the cameras zoom in on the mark, hungry like the wolf playing. He smiles as he comes out seeing the crowd and he went from confident and excited to deer in head lights shocked. He stood there blinking for a long moment at the huge studio audience.
He didn't have alot to hide, he wasn't exactly a villain, he'd done more heroic deeds then bad. He used his oil drilling company to stop the huge oil leak on the coast, that saved the eco system and trillions of dollars in possible un repairable damage. He'd opened up a few free clinics inside Manhatten, as well as two homeless shelters, one for normal people and one for mutants.
No one really understood why he had opened one up for mutants...but he knew why, and he had it labeled as such. He had been caught in Hawaii the previous week, and Italy this week end before he came to this show for his interview. He walked slowly and looked at Cynthia, fear was in his eyes, but that was expected, his first time on television, as a normal person anyways.
He moved up to Cynthia, and shook her hand, his trembled...and then all the thoughts and emotions that he was feeling in the room faded and he closed his eyes a long moment. Finally she had freed him from the stress and strain of the thoughts around him, his powers had fizzled out, he didn't feel the need to hold back his telekinesis, so glad he would not go naked on television.
He took a deep breath letting it out then pulled his fedora off his head looking at the studio audience and waving at them, some of the women in the audience whistling at him, he blushing looking back to Cynthia. "Hi Cynthia...you look absolutely breath taking today..." He was saying the truth, his hat he placed on the floor next to his chair sitting down and leaning back trying to relax.
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She has to chuckle a bit off camera when she hears the music the boy chose for his entrance, but just smiles watching him suddenly become aware of what was happening, especially when he made his way into her area of effect. He seemed to relax...not as much as his cigar smoking alcoholic father, which was a relief.
"Thank you, Thomas. And from what I hear from the audience, you seem to be looking good yourself." She grins slightly, sitting back down in her seat, letting her legs cross easily.
"So...we all know about your father and his activities in the world, though more about your mother's works than his. We can only hope that you will follow more with her good work than your father's. And for those of you in our studio audience as well as all of you at home who did not know, Thomas has been very instrumental in aiding the oil clean up in the gulf. What other interests do you have in the world?"
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He sat there as she started to talk about his father and his not so lawdible endeavors and his step mother's more lawdible endeavors and he didn't correct her on her being his unbiological mother. "I um..." He stared at the camera pointing at him for a long moment thinking about what he was going to say.
He'd thought all week about what he would talk about on television, but now that he was in the hot seat, he blinked, the heat of the lights on him made his face shimmer lightly and he reached up tugging at his tie, taking a deep breath letting it out. "Homeless shelter..." He read off of a que card and he smiled nodding. "Yeah that's right, I just opened up a new homeless shelter and out reach center..." He said looking at Cynthia.
"I have noticed that mutants sometimes...get raised in situations where they are surrounded by people that can be...you know...less than honorable, same with normal people, but of all the outreach centers that i've seen they have always focused on normal people, like myself." She could tell that that was a total and absolute lie...he was not normal at all.
"I um...feel bad...about them having to live a hard life being givin no incredible chances to make a differencein their life, so I opened up a huge center, I will be housing homeless men on the first floor, homeless women on the second floor, and single mothers with children on the third floor. The fourth floor is the school for the children, and the fifth floor is a recreational center and cooking area. There are also scholarships available...for them to seek further education, my school is only staffed through 12th grade and GED...then college is another step for them, when they finally leave the shelter."
He swallowed...that wasn't so bad, he took a deep breath letting it out and closed his eyes a moment, he looked flush, his face going a little pale as he folded his hands together, they started to become clammy and sweaty...fingers trembling as he looked up at the audience, he felt like the room was starting to spin.
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She smiles a bit at him stumbling...just like his father, then she absently motions to bring him some water to help calm him a bit. She doesn't respond when he refers to himself as normal...knowing full well about him...all blue and glowing. She watches the news, as well as talks to his step-mother on a semi-daily basis.
"So, you do support mutant and human rights in your efforts. When people need a hand up or even a hand out, they should be assisted, be they mutant or human. That is very noble of you, Thomas."
The director makes a note to have the shelter listed on their website as it also comes up on screen for the location of the main location, then lets it fade back out.
"It is good to know that there are some people out there helping for the good and advancement of all beings. Humane acts are for more than just humans."
She liked to make the point that she was pro-meta-rights, especially since no one could exactly tag her as a mutant unless they were, too. She notices his nerves getting a bit to him, then gives her director the cue commercial look.
"We'll be back with Thomas Philmont in a few minutes to learn more about this handsome young man, after these messages from our sponsors."
The red light on the camera fades as the video & web feed cut to commercials. She leans a bit closer to him, taking his hand, "Are you alright to continue...you seem to be getting a bit nervous. We can skip the call in segment if you'd like, but I'm sure there are people out there who would love to ask you some questions."
Her assistant pours two glasses of nice cold filtered water and sets them and the pitcher on the table between them.
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He looked at her for a long moment, smiling and clearing his throat once they went to commercial break. He looked at the water, and then to Cynthia as she took his hand, it was rather wet, and he blinked a few times before responding. "I uh..." He took a drink of the water and then his shakey hand set it down.
His mind was rather blank as he looked at her, then looked to the audience. "I feel different, something isn't right I can't..." He was going to say he could read her emotions, or those of the people in the room, but he swallowed and looked around. "I don't feel myself Cynthia..."
He looked at the cup of water trying to move the water with his mind but he could not, he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to read the thoughts of anyone in the room but not a soul could be felt, only heard. He felt as if he'd been cut partially blind...looking up quietly at her and shook his head.
"I should continue...people will be disappointed if your show doesn't go on, and I don't want you to have your business look bad because I felt a little odd on television..." He finally said sitting back quietly...
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"Don't worry, Thomas...I have that effect on people." She winks slightly. "I thought Adrianna would have warned you, but then again she didn't warn your father either. I tend to make people feel naked around me."
She glances back up to the booth for the count to see how much more time they had before they needed to cut back to the show, they still had a minute as the promo for the next show was on.
"We can cut this short...if say, you feel ill from the weather. The audience will allow it."
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He looked and Cynthia and shook his head, "I think I'll be ok..." He said squeezing her hand and then he looked down chuckling a little. "Honestly, I'm used to feeling naked...just not so used to not feeling everyone else..." He looking into her eyes for a long moment. "My step mother didn't warn me about anything...I guess she thought I would do ok..."
He laughed a little, kind of nervously and then cleared his throat,taking one more sip of the water and set the cup down sitting up straight, letting go of Cynthia's hand, his was still a little shakey, looking at the camera as they started to count down from ten. In that moment each number they counted sounded like they were being dubbed in slow motion.
He felt his shirt growing sweaty underneath his suit coat, and he relized why he liked being naked most of the time as the heat seemed to smolder from him, he wondered if he were going to burst into flames like the human torch as they got to the number 3...2...1...he took a deep breath letting it out, preparing himself for round two.
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She nods, then checks which camera they were coming back to as they open back up on the two shot.
"Welcome back to Inside Studio C...if you're just catching up to us, we have in our studio today none other than the heir apparent to the Philmont line, Thomas Philmont. I can tell by the way the Mike in the booth is acting that our phones have been ringing off the hook since we went to break. What do you say, Thomas, should we answer a few of these lovely people's questions?"
The audience starts clapping, though her MCs didn't start weaving through the audience with their microphones yet as phone calls seemed to get priority.
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He looked at the camera, then to the audience, then to Cynthia, at first he didn't even hear what she was saying but he figured she was ok, at this point he'd have said ok to anything. He nodded slowly..."Yeah...sounds great..." He said with a smile, lifting his water cup and taking a sip, biting his lower lip nervously as he looked at Cynthia waiting for the question to pipe over the speaker...
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"Caller one, care to give us your name and your question for Thomas?"
She can't help but wonder what the at home audience had for him.
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"My name is Jane." "Yes, yes I do" she lays on her accent, masking her voice "Is it true you like to run around naked, i read in a paper somewhere that you were seen in out in public in the nude?" She had to put her hand over the mouth piece to stifle giggles as she waited for a response.
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An audible ooh and ahhh comes from the audience, "An interesting question, Jane. Well, Thomas...are you actually the streaker rumored to roam the streets of New York?"
She grins a bit, having heard the story herself.
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He sat there looking at the camera for a long moment, his jaw dropping as he heard the question. "Well..I..." He thought for a moment. "I have been caught once or twice without my clothes on in public...there first time, was when I was saving someone from an attack against some crazy giant robot in the middle of the town...I ended up naked and unconscious I don't know how..." He was lying but he made a good cover with his facial expression.
"A similar occurance happened with a dinosaur attack on Manhatten...both situations were pretty scary...I'm just glad I'm alive, and that people didn't get hurt..." He took a deep breath letting out nervously. "How about a different caller..." He added quickly taking a drink of his water.
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-Part of her wondered why she was doing this. The other part told her to hang up, however the man told her she would be going on next, live with her question. Silly man, he never asked what her question might be. For all he knew she could give herself an orgasm on live television. Better ratings is probably all he would say-
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Cynthia chuckles at his answer. "So, do you often end up naked when things attack the city, Thomas? Answers like that are likely to make women wish the city would be attacked more often."
She grins and sips a bit of her water, "Thank you for that question, Jane. Caller Two, if you could give your name and your question?"
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-when the woman spoke asking her name and what she had to say or ask to him rather she should have hung up but it was already far too late- "Jessica.. my name is Jessica. Thomas.. Your father is quite, unnerving. You do such charitable acts despite all that your father had shadowed across the world.." -most people would say state, city, she said World because she knew it were the truth- "Being of his blood surely you are more like him than you think. Are all these deeds your doing merely that, an Act? The tired deeds of a boy with daddy issues who wants nothing more than to stand against him, hoping and clinging for that one desperate thing he wants more than anything? Daddy's approval? Come now Thomas, Any child of that Pompas Fedora wearing lunatic, has to have Daddy Issues. So why don't you be a good little boy and admit it.. That this is all just a game to you, and that the lives of people don't really matter"
-She were testing him. The one sure way to see if he were just like his bastard father or not. If he was like his father he would lie, smile happily before the camera's and turn it around into something good and positive. If he were truly unlike his father, he would fight, baring his teeth like some cornered animal. Jess really hoped he was not like his father, prayed on it really. One of the Schemer was BAD enough-
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Cynthia raised a brow, wondering why the call hadn't been filtered, but she listened to it anyway. The caller flat out called Thomas the son of the Schemer, though never mentioned the Schemer by name...Winston Philmont was a bit of a pampas fedora wearer, even when he wasn't in costume. She looks towards Thomas and awaits his answer.
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He looked at the camera hearing the voice on the phone. He sat there a moment, rather winded by the question...it really hurt, he was trying his best to try and help his father, at the same time, trying to save people from his schemes, at the same time trying to run businesses that helped society. He looked at Cynthia, he almost looked offended that she would let a caller like that through the line.
He blinked looked down, his eyes going a little sparkly as he got a very serious look in his eyes. "I am my own person...I guess I try my best to be the best person that I can be. It's hard when your constantly in the shadow of a man and are trying to break free of the shadow to be seen as your own entity. Instead of acting like my sister though, and trying to suck up to the media, or try and become a famous singer and have people worship me, using my financial power for fame and more fortune...I took a different path."
He said looking at the camera, it seemed as if he were almost looking right into the eye of the person asking the question. "People try to mock me...cause the sins of the father follow the sins of the son...but that doesn't mean that the son is going to ask for forgiveness, I can spend my whole life asking for forgiveness, or focus on people that can be helped, rather than an image that doesn't mean anything..."
He said sitting back with a heavy sigh...
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-Quake smirked laughing softly into the phone- "You really aren't your father... good... that's very good.." -the phone went dead-
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She always knows when a call is going to come, though she was going to have a long discussion with her director after that one, though. But...Thomas answered it admirably.
"Thank you for your call, Jessica." She looks back towards Thomas, "We all try to live outside of our parents shadows. Your father, though as ruthless a businessman as he can be should be proud in the fact that he has a selfless giving son that is doing what he can to help the community."
She reaches over and pats his hand gently, watching him, then she glances back towards the camera, I believe we may have time for one more caller...or if anyone in our studio has a question..."
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Emma had to shake her head as she watched from the audience, then the microphone started coming around, Awww, what the hell?
She stood up and spoke, "Yes, I'm Emma from lower Manhattan. Thomas, in all of your time here in New York, and seemingly strange misadventures with dinosaur, giant robots and occasional nudity in the streets...as well as all of your good works with the shelters, and the schools. How do you ever find free time to get away from the limelight...and what do you like to do for fun? Besides drive fast cars and dodge bullets, that is."
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Cynthia looked at the audience member, and the badge on her belt and raises a brow, though thankful for the considerably 'light' question and attempt at humor.
"What does a Philmont do for fun...good question."
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He looked at Emma, he knew who she was, a smile took his face and he nodded to her. "I don't have a whole lot of free time, what time I do have free I spend with friends and family..." His eyes blinking to her as if thank you for the change in question lines...
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A nice short sweet diplomatic answer...good, especially as her director was signaling to wrap it up.
She nods slightly, "I can't imagine much free time, especially with friends and family though, as your step-mother did just have twins a few months ago. I'm sure you help with them when you can."
She doesn't really wait for an answer, as the director was looking more impatient.
"It seems like that is all the time we have today. I would like to thank you all, the audience and our viewers at home watching on TV or on the web. And of course, I'd like to give a special thank you to Thomas Philmont for taking time out of his busy schedule to stop by the studio today. You are welcome back anytime, Thomas." She reaches over and takes his hand lightly again before looking back to the camera.
"That is all today for Inside Studio C...we hope you catch us again soon, for our next series of interviews. I'm Cynthia Santillian, hoping that you have a good day...and keep warm out there, everyone."
She continues smiling and waves a bit to the camera until the light switches from her camera to the overhead studio camera watching people filtering out as the standard credits roll with the music underneath.
The screens would fade to black, then the address and call information for Thomas's shelter would come back up, then fade back out before the Inside Studio C logo and copyright information shows.
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As soon as the cameras started to roll, and the show ended he would stand up quickly and walk off the stage totally terrified. He couldn't believe that people would ask him the questions that they did. He was promised that he wouldn't be humiliated on television, but that just wasn't possible he guessed.
He headed back stage and took a deep breath, leaning against a counter for a moment, he feeling his powers return as his skin started to glow a soft blue, his powers surging back to life and he looked down and around with a gasp as his clothes vaporized. He blinked looking down, then he looked over his shoulder at the staff that was now pointing at him and gasping.
The hair people, the make up people, even the janitor. He blinked as he saw a magazine infront of himself, quickly pulling it over his parts as he turned his back to the wall, looking at them all tip toeing into a dressing room and shutting the door, he heard a scream in the room and snuck out, moving to the next one, shutting the door and sighing.