Miley Cyrus

Miley sighs as she exits the Goldwin Golden Records Studio in the middle of Downtown and climbs into her private car, followed by her Agent and Personal Aide. "Man, what a day!" she huffs "I cannot wait to get home and-" but the Singer/Actress gets no further, freezing up with her mouth open mid sentence. Her agent freezes in the middle of lighting a large cigar and the Aide freezes as she checks her watch. In the front, the Driver freezes in the middle of disengaging the handbrake but the Guard sitting next to him looks around, a wild grin on his face.

He leans over to the Driver and waves a hand in his face but the man simply stares off into the distance "Perfect" the Mysterious Stranger smiles as he takes in the motionless occupants of the car "I'm glad you turned up when you did, Miss. Cyrus, had you been any longer, I think Butch here would have gotten suspicious about me.." he gives the Driver an affectionate tweak on the moustache. The Stranger then exits the car and goes around to the Driver's side.

"First, let's put that handbrake back on, so we're nice and safe..." he grins as he pulls the handbrake back on; with that done, he then loots the Driver before opening the back door. He smiles broadly as he leans in and slides all three ladies' watches off their wrists. Whilst leaning over Miley, he stops to share a long and drawn out kiss with the frozen star.

Once done, he strips off his Bodyguard Disguise and dumps it in the boot, slips through the line of frozen Police Officers tasked with cornering off the building whilst the starlet is on scene and joins the mass of fans, currently suspended in the middle of their desire to get even a glimpse of the Celebrity. "Wanna get yourself one of these" he chuckles as he shows the pocketwatch to an overweight, greasy haired, spotty fanboy. Of course, the fanboy was frozen as much as everyone else so gives no response.