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Lamb
01-30-2010, 08:03 PM
It was six-thirty a.m. on a Tuesday June morning in upstate Washington and the sun was just beginning to rise over the tree line behind which middle-aged actor Scottie Yeager stood sipping a Styrofoam cup of coffee. The shitty drip coffee that costs maybe six cents a cup and tastes like the burnt bottom of a Columbian bean harvester’s shoe—but shit coffee was better than no coffee when you had the mentality of a perturbed genocidal maniac to slip into.

To most people he imagined that this was pretty much paradise. The weather here was aces, the scenery was picturesque, the ambience was soothing and everything around him was so green and thriving that it was almost primordial. To Scottie, it was alright. He liked the outdoors about as much as the next average shmuck, but he felt more natural in the hustle and bustle of good old crowded, asshole-filled city streets. He had utterly no sense of the isolationist. Unlike some, Scottie never really felt his roots in nature. Never had that caveman, child of the earth urge to lose himself in the wilderness or catch his own food or do anything that was more than a hundred feet away from a modern toilet for any duration of time. He didn’t think this was odd; the whole outdoors scene just didn’t work for everyone. Hell, look what it did to Jack Lank.

The cabin he liked better. It was fairly upscale and homey all at once, if you could ignore the fact that half of most rooms were crowded by camera setups. The look of the place fit the forest scene with a good balance of feeling both natural and contemporary. It was easy to see where everyone working here would love all aspects of this peaceful set—you know, except for the murder. Scottie knew that Chaney had picked this place for authenticity’s sake, but he should have gone for a creepier cabin in his opinion. This was a horror set for God’s sake and the closest he’d come to being scared thus far was realizing that the only available coffee creamer was nondairy.

“It’s a hell of a place, I know.” Came an awake and confident voice as young director King Chaney stepped up beside him to watch the sun rise. He stretched his arms behind him, pushing out his chest.

Scottie looked over, eyes lidded and eyebrows raised. “Are you sure you got the right place? I think I just saw Snow White and all her little woodland friends stroll through here.”

Chaney waved a hand. “It’s perfect. It’s the contrast, you know? It seems like nothing went wrong here, you’d never know that one of the worst murders in history happened a few hundred feet from where we’re standing.”

“Of course I’d know. I read the script.” Scottie took a drink of bitter black coffee and cleared his throat. “So many times it’s almost like I’ve memorized it.”

“You’re the perfect Jack Lank, you know.” Chaney decreed. He leered over and folded his arms with an expression of admiration. Scottie wasn’t flattered though—Chaney looked at trees, rocks, and probably Sham-Wow commercials with that same face. And the fact that Chaney had never even met the real Jack Lank made this assertion more or less hollow. “You’re a real wise guy, but when you put on a straight face, boy is it straight. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Easy. I just think about the fact that I’m forty and single.”

“You haven’t had much interaction with the rest of the cast, but they’re a good bunch. You’ll get a chance to really know them in the scenes we’re shooting this week.”

“Good.” Scottie nodded. Getting to know his fellow actors was always a chance to be further liked. If there was anything Scottie needed, it was to be liked. By other actors, audience members, fans, children, cats, dogs, it didn’t matter. As a kid he was so jealous that the family parakeet preferred his sister that he overfed it treats to win favor and consequently killed it. Thirty years later and she still has to bring it up every Thanksgiving.

“Well, time to work.” Chaney rubbed his hands together vigorously. “I’ll see you on set in an hour.”

“Gotcha.” Scottie agreed as he turned away from the still rising sun, toting his stale coffee. He rubbed his face with the heel of his palm, still trying to awaken the stiff skin on his face from a long night’s sleep. He made his way back towards the food tables set up outside and picked at a few breakfast pastries as he caught a figure seated on a bench a few feet away. Carter Daughton. The Disney kid. The one just starting out. There was a part of Scottie that instinctively told him to offer the kid a wing to sit under. He remembered how hard it was starting out, taking so many directions and still having to put in something that was entirely your own at the end of the day. Another part of him was too intimidated to bother. Daughton wasn’t entirely inexperienced. And he had the edge of being young. Scottie felt no small indignation that Carter Daughton’s fan base was a hundred times bigger than his own, and despite being half his age had probably had more girls throw themselves at him that Scottie ever would. Granted, most of them were probably thirteen, but still. It was Daughton’s face that would be putting girls in the seats come premier night.

But hell. He’d play nice. Besides, the kid wasn’t the stuck up little egomaniac that some young stars were. Scottie chewed on his cheek and abandoned the food carts as he approached Carter’s bench, pulling the hood on his sweat jacket over his head and sighing gruffly as he climbed over the plank to sit next to him with near inconsiderate proximity. He plopped down his still steaming cup of burnt coffee and hunkered down with it between his hands while drawing a dramatic breath. “My kingdom for a caramel macchiato soy latte.”

cherrybuckle
01-30-2010, 08:09 PM
Damn this bench is colder than hell. The sun better warm this place up soon, or poor thirteen year olds all over will be devastated over an ass-less Carter Daughton. Grimacing at the thought of being a referred to as a mere “hot piece of ass” he ran his free hand through his slightly damp, curly brown hair. Finishing his “just ok” store bought glazed donut, he licked his fingers clean, and reached for his coffee. Being the morning person he is, he had taken the time to wake up early, go into town, and get an actual good cup, fresh and hot. Sure he spent 4 more dollars than he needed to, considering they provided coffee here, but after making bank off of Disney, he figured he could just maybe afford it.


Looking over to his left he could see a little corner of the cabin, if you could call it that. It looked more like a glorified wooden mansion in the middle of nowhere. The inside was amazing too, even though he’d only had a glimpse of it so far. What he had seen was spectacular, with a beautiful open staircase, and floor to ceiling cobblestone fireplace. It’s almost hard to believe that that cabin - was the cabin. Letting out a long held breath, he tugged down his coat to try and keep the bench’s chill from giving him frostbite.


Even though acting seems to come as naturally to him as saying “your mom” as a snappy comeback, the one thing he hated about it was this time of day. Having to sit by yourself, waiting for god knows how long. Waiting, and waiting until finally you hear the call that they’re ready for you. It wouldn’t be so excruciating if there was someone to chat with. But most of the other’s seem to try and wait till the last possible minute to wake up. Or else they’re not in a talking mood this early in the morning. Really not in the mood.


Reaching into his slightly worn bag, he gently grabbed his script. Maybe going over his lines will help the time pass by. Grinning to himself, he pulled back his hand, sans script. It’s pointless going over his lines, he’d memorized them a week ago. He wouldn’t call himself an actor if he couldn’t quickly learn his lines. Looking around for something to keep his mind occupied he noticed two people standing a little ways away, with their backs to him. One of them he could immediately tell was King Chaney. A pretty decent guy, and a goddam brilliant director. He hasn’t come out with much so far, being as young as he is, but what he has made is genius. That was one of the reasons he was so excited for taking this role. With King’s help he was sure to leave the “Disney” Carter Daughton behind.


As for the other guy, he wasn’t sure, but he thought he recognized Scottie Yeager. What he’s heard of Scottie so far seems decent. Nice guy, polite, has a sharp wit, and good looks to boot. Sounds like an easy person to get along with. Just as long as he doesn’t act like a love-struck, fangirl, we’ll get along just fine. He noticed King saying farewell, and head off towards the cabin. Hopefully King will get the crew working faster now. Watching the other figure turnaround he found out it was Scottie after all. Keeping an eye on him, he watched Scottie slowly make his way over to the breakfast table, and pick at some food. Just as Scottie began to turn his head toward him, Carter looked away. He may be young still, but he didn’t want to be seen blatantly gawking at the other actors. He did like to keep some semblance of a reputation after all. After a second, he noticed Scottie casually make his way over, and dropped himself unceremoniously into the open space next to him. Grimacing at his apparently stale coffee he said in an overly sarcastic voice “My kingdom for a caramel macchiato soy latte.”


“A shame your kingdom didn’t call.” He said, gently shaking his professionally brewed coffee at Scottie.

Cookies Ahoy
01-31-2010, 06:52 AM
Brooklyn was looking at the cameras and other supplies that had been put on a table, it was all loaned to her for the time she would be filming the horror movie. She didn't really care for the plot or theme of the movie, she preferred a deeper story that involved more realism. Money could do magical things though, and Brooklyn was no exception. Not only would the paycheck be nice, but it would help her career take off. That was the real reason for doing it, Brook was ready to move onto the big time.

Just one of these cameras costs more than four times as much as my truck, Brooklyn thought to herself.

Letting out a long yawn, Brooklyn was reminded how early she had gotten up that morning to help with setting up the camera equipment. She hadn't even bothered to get out of the clothes she had worn the day before, a pair of jeans and a dark blue tank top. It was a miracle that she had even done her hair that early in the morning. Her eyes carried a tired look about them, but Brook hid them with a pair of black framed sunglasses. Her black, beaten skate shoes skidded across the carpet of the bedroom she had left the camera equipment in. She caught a whiff of someone's coffee and Brook quickly changed gears.

"Find the rest of the supports for that boom lift," Brooklyn said to the crew as she walked out the doorway, "I need to go talk to Chaney about something."

Brooklyn frowned as she walked down the stairs of the cabin and outside the front door. She was trying to be professional, but she needed something to wake her up that morning. The thought of grabbing a quick bite from the food table was also enticing. She strolled around the house, trying to locate the table. If she would have turned to her right, Brooklyn would have found the table on the other side of the cabin, but she happened to turn left. After five minutes of walking around the cabin she had almost made a complete loop around the cabin and to the food table. Hurriedly she grabbed a cup of coffee and a small pastry, not bothering to see what flavor it was. She took a quick swig of coffee, but almost as soon as it touched her tongue, it was on its way back out. Normally Brooklyn wasn't too picky about what coffee she was drinking, but this stuff was bad. It had done its job though, the taste had woken her up quickly. The pastry on the other hand was decent, it was a nice apple flavor. She chomped away at the pastry until it was gone.

"Now to find Chaney, so I'm not a complete liar..." Brooklyn muttered to herself, taking another sip of the dark coffee.

Luckily for Brook, King Chaney hadn't ventured far from the food table. She approached her boss quietly from behind.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chaney, we're ready for the lighting crew to do the upstairs now," Brooklyn said a little timidly.

Shekinah
02-01-2010, 10:58 PM
To Eli, the cabin was nothing new. He had paid a visit to the cabin several weeks before they started shooting, as he was interested in the story and he wanted to know how the cabin would look like without them intervening in the peace and quiet. That one time he paid a visit to the place where one of the most gruesome but also mysterious murders had taken place, he felt as tiny as the tiniest insect on earth. Before he tried to enter the cabin, he just stood in front of the door for over fifteen minutes, impressed by what he was feeling. It was as if the cabin was emitting this strange vibe, one could compare it with the feeling you get whenever you walk around in a concentration camp, something Eli had done once before, because you could simply not ignore the fact that something horrifying had taken place there. Eli was convinced that even if you had never heard about the strange things that happened there, you'd know by just standing in front of the front door.

It wasn't quite the same as being scared, though he'd never ignore that there was an element of fear in whatever he was feeling that day, but it was more the feeling of that whatever had happened there, was so immense one could never really comprehend it. And that's why Eli felt as tiny as the tiniest insect the first time he was there. As he walked on the set - because that's what it was now, it was no longer a cabin, it was a set - now, he still felt that feeling inside of his stomach and in the far back of his head, but it wasn't wearing him down as much as back then anymore.

If Eli knew how bad the coffee tasted, he'd praise himself lucky that he was a tea drinker and that one could not really mess up a cup of tea, but he didn't know how bad the coffee tasted so he didn't praise himself lucky. Instead, he just got himself a cup of hot tea from the breakfast table and looked around for a bit. It was his first movie together with that Disney kid and that Scottie Yeager guy, though he knew them by their names. He had seen some stuff of the both of them and especially for a Disney kid, that Carter guy seemed to be a promise. In a way Eli found it quite nice to be able to work with a kid before he hit the real big screen like many before him had done. If Disney pulled it off real nice, he would bomb himself to an instant chick magnet and director's favourite.

Eli himself was still the silent one, who'd enter through the back door and leave through it again before the camera's of those paperazzi guys were able to shoot him. He was quite fond of his privacy and maybe that was also what made him pick out independent movies that never really hit the big screen. Every once in a while a real movie whizz kid would recognize him, but it seemed that being known almost exclusively in those dark area's between being someone and being nobody, the fans were the most normal. And for that, Eli was thankful. He never really liked living his life in the spotlights and if he was honest, he had to admit that it made him turn down some scripts, because those scripts forced him to work together with an actor who was the straight opposite in everything Eli found to be valuable, being one of which his privacy. He never understood the hunger for being hunted by those people who didn't have anything better to do than spend their days spying on what they called celebrities.

Taking a sip from his tea he watched as the Disney kid sat down next to Scottie Yeager and one of the camera people talking to the director. He decided to check on the director and the girl that was talking to him, as he wanted to figure out when they'd start filming.

'Hey there, Chaney,' he said as he walked towards the two people. 'When do you think we'll be able to start this thing?'

Shani
02-05-2010, 02:43 AM
Lee Ann was stuck in traffic for an hour, there was a horrible accident. Alas it wasn't the way to start the first day of filming. She finally made it out of traffic and to the side road leading through the woods. Her car just crused along up the montain side, which was very pretty for this time a year. Unfortunatly she was in the car alone, lee Ann has never really liked driving alone, her late boyfriend normally was with her. Finally she was free of him, no more broken bones or being forced into bed. Lee Ann tried to clear those thoughts from her, at least while she was driving to the middle of no where. She has always been a country girl so she really doesn't mind. She hopes that her fellow cast members, crew mates, and most importantly the director wasn't upset with her.
Though she is in a creepy movie, she really hasn't heard much of the Lank's murder story.

Finally she arrives on the set of where they will be shooting. After parking the car she grabs her script and steps out of the car. She is wearing a long red dress that shows her curves and medium black heeled shoes. Her red hair sits nicely on her shoulders with a slight curl. She heads over to the cabin and went inside. It was extremly beautiful, she went looking around a bit. Until she came to the food area she was just about to say forget it, but then she thought she would be on set for sometime so she poured herself a cup of tea.

With her tea in her hand and the script in the other she went back out and sat down on a bench. Lee Ann sat there drinking her tea and going over the script again. She was curious about what sences they'll be working on. Though it didn't really matter, even though it's her third movie production she is still exicted, she is the same way when it comes to the stage no matter how many shows she's done she is still excited and nervous.

Lamb
02-08-2010, 08:30 PM
Scottie eyed Carter with disbelief, half of him wanting to scoff at the kid for being crazy enough to get up what must have been a whole hour earlier for a damn cup of coffee and the other half kicking himself for not being equally insane. At least the kid had a sense of humor. He shook his head, looking back over his shoulder to where Chaney stood next to a girl Scottie recognized to be the camera woman whose ass he had completely pretended not to be staring at just a day prior. Get a hold on yourself you creep. His inner voice muttered. Can you imagine how that conversation would go? ‘Hi, I’m Scottie. Maybe you’ve seen some of my movies? You know, while you were getting over that whole diapers phase?’ Scotties huffed and took another swig of black swill in penance. It wasn’t his fault that twenty-something women were still as attractive as they were twenty years ago. Blame that pervert God.

The other figure approaching he only barely recognized. Eli Donahue, that lanky long-faced hire that had hardly said a word since they met. Or maybe he had and Scottie wasn’t paying attention—he had a tendency—but he was as of yet unsure whether the man was stuck up or just the quiet type. He squinted slightly to try and make out what a usually loud King Chaney was jabbering on about.

Chaney was just in the middle of describing some vision of grandeur, complete with emphatic hand gestures, to some obscure colleague when camera girl pulled his attention away.

“Aha, Brooklyn,” Chaney barked, whipping around on a heel and landing a hand on her shoulder. “That’s great. Perfect. Perfect, I’ll let Terry know and he’ll get a move on it just as soon as we’ve got our first scene.” He turned slightly at Eli’s question, never seeming overwhelmed at any degree of attention. “Eli, great.” He remarked, checking his watch for a fraction of a second. “You’ve met Brook, right? We’re just about to start rolling, still waiting for our Lana Lank but I haven’t see her just yet. I’m sure she’s around. Anyway I’ve got you, Yeager and Daughton up for act three scene four just like we talked about, so if you’re ready let’s get everyone on set. Got a few different ways I’m thinking of going about this one, maybe some wide shots, get a sense of empty space…”

Scottie saw Chaney look up as he continued to ramble on at the two, unclear on exactly which one of them the director was speaking to. He nevertheless caught Chaney’s head toss and he turned back towards the bench, flicking away his empty Styrofoam cup and nudging Carter with an elbow as he pulled himself to his feet. “Time to go get ourselves prettied up.”

As he made his way into the cabin he at last caught sight of the up until now missing Lee Ann Williams looking regal and sipping tea at a nearby bench. He winced as he remembered his less than impressive greeting when they had first met of, ‘So you must be my ex’. She probably thought he was some lowbrow clown. Pretty women generally did. She seemed like a good sort though. Polite, well-mannered, didn’t hog the show. He pulled the hood back from his head, sweeping his hair back and giving her a brief wave before slinking after Chaney.

***

Scottie wasn’t really sure what constituted all this fuss about the way he looked when Jack Lank was supposed to be, by all counts, a normal looking guy, but he nonetheless stood stone still as a woman meticulously positioned the hairs on his head and brushed nonexistent dirt from his white wife-beater. He looked across the way towards Donahue, who they had dressed in a nicer getup of a dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of slacks. Mr. straightlace. He had to admit it suited that face. A glance to his left and he saw Carter in a similar situation, who they’d given a black T-shirt and jeans, a young stylist woman taking her sweet time with his hair as she incessantly giggled and complimented him.

Scottie sighed, keeping still until he was finally let alone and shaking out his limbs as he practiced glaring at Eli with hatred. This was the scene in which the first confrontation between Jack and Bradley took place and after a shitty but nevertheless caffeinated cup of coffee he was beginning to feel the energy to summon the right intensity. He looked towards the director’s chair as he waited for Chaney to return. He folded his arms, shifting his feet as he waited. “So, baby brothers,” he spoke up loudly, trying to break the tension between the three actors on set. “Are you ready to be haunted?”

Shani
02-09-2010, 12:23 AM
( OOC : Sorry for the shortness. still on ipod and I havent much to say)

Lee Ann was sitting rather far away reading her lines, but near enough to hear Chaney. Shoot, I forgot to tell him I was here. I'll tell him in a minute I don't want to interupt. She calmed her mind and went back to finishing the paragraph she was on. I can't wait to start this movie. It's going to be so much fun, being "haunted" As she happened to look up, She saw Scottie waving at her, sure their first meeting was rather odd, but he seemed like a nice guy. Even though the first, well second thing he said to her was So you must be my ex. She smilied and waved back at him. Finishing her tea, she rose and walked over to Chaney. "Sorry I'm late I was stuck in traffic. What are we working on today?"

Shekinah
02-10-2010, 10:24 PM
“Eli, great. You’ve met Brook, right? We’re just about to start rolling, still waiting for our Lana Lank but I haven’t see her just yet. I’m sure she’s around. Anyway I’ve got you, Yeager and Daughton up for act three scene four just like we talked about, so if you’re ready let’s get everyone on set. Got a few different ways I’m thinking of going about this one, maybe some wide shots, get a sense of empty space…”

Eli stopped listening to him after he knew what he needed to know, said: 'Thanks cap, we'll be going from there', and he shifted his attention to the girl the director just introduced. 'Hey, I'm Eli as you already noticed I assume. Good to have you here, I'll hope you'll enjoy yourself. After all, it's not every day that you get to work with the world famous Scottie Yeager, right?' The last remark was made with a smile and he didn't mean anything bad with it.

As soon as Chaney finished his monologue, Eli made sure to get away. Chaney was a good guy, but he didn't know when to shut up and Eli was someone who didn't value a lot of words. As he made his way inside the cabin he noticed Scottie looking at him and he nodded as a greeting sign. Eli wondered what it'd be like to work with this guy. He had seen some of his movies, if only to know what kind of actor he could expect, and he had to admit that he guy wasn't half bad, even not bad at all. He seemed to be appearing on the screen with the confidence of a veteran and he could get away with that, because his skills were not something to laugh at. But judging from the way Scottie was looking at him, Eli thought it would take him some effort to be taken seriously by him.

Eventually he seated himself in the chair that was set up for him to apply his make up. This was the stage of filming Eli hated the most. We're supposed to play normal people here and I really can't imagine Bradley Lank putting up some foundation before entering the living room. But he had to bear with it and he smiled politely to the lady who was applying his make up. They had to do their jobs too, after all.

Then he noticed Scottie looking at him again but he chose to ignore it this time. He looked at himself in the mirror before getting up from his chair again. The lady who had worked on him looked at him in a way that suggested she was asking him he was okay with the work she had done and so he nodded. He didn't care anyway, he was here just for the job. 'Thanks,' he said, smiling at the woman and getting up from his chair. Then he heard Scottie say: “So, baby brothers, are you ready to be haunted?”

'Bring it on,' were the first words he ever said to Scottie Yeager.

cherrybuckle
02-11-2010, 01:36 AM
Carter discretely held his breathe while “Nikole” (which he discovered after she introduced herself as “Nikole, with a k” along with a flip of her hair no less) meticulously applied his makeup from a few inches away. Carter didn’t mind his personal space invaded, in fact he was quite used to it, yet he always felt uncomfortable when he is forced into such an intimate position. Trying to look anywhere but her face, he took it with as much grace as he could muster.

Nikole suddenly leaned in that much closer and gave a sad pout. “You simply have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen! I swear, I could just pluck them out, and put them in my head!”

God. “A-ah h-ha, oh r-really?” Jesus Christ why am I always stuck with the crazies? Carter let out a quiet exasperated sigh while Nikole turned around. Desperately looking for some other source of conversation, Carter looked for Scottie. Eli. Ronald McDonald. Anyone.

Carter quickly plastered a smile on as Nikole turned back around.

“Almost done sweetheart, I just need to finish your powder, aaaaaand your done!” Nikole stepped back and gave him a flirty smile. And cleavage. Did she really undo a button while she was turned around?

Carter muttered a hurried thanks and gathered his things. Phew, glad that’s through…did she just pinch my ass? Carter turned around and saw her putting her makeup supplies away. That sneaky little…

Following the path to the set, Carter let his mind go towards the scene. “Nice to see you again, Brad.” Ha, I think I can manage it.

Arriving at the set, Carter saw Scottie and Eli already there.

“So baby brothers, are you ready to be haunted?” Scottie asked.

Carter gave a smirk. “What do you mean baby brother? I thought I was playing your grandson Scottie. But I’m sure it’s all confusing in your old age.”

Lamb
02-11-2010, 02:46 AM
King Chaney quickly whipped around upon hearing his female lead’s voice as he was on his way to the set where his other actors were making preparations, his demeanor as loud and excited as always. “Lee Ann! Glad you finally made it. I was just about to call. We’re filming scene four right now, you’re just in time to see. Come on in and check out your fellow stars. This one’s gonna be great. Fantastic. I just know it, I’m—I’m so jazzed I could puke! That Donahue’s got a real keen sense of, of…what is it…emotional turmoil. And Scottie, hell, he’s a damn chameleon. I can’t wait to see these two face off.” He let out a breath, shaking his head as he stared at her. “Gosh, you’re a perfect Lana. Well hey, come on in and take a look.” With that he scurried off.

“Bring it on,” was the reply Scottie got from Eli, and he couldn’t help himself from grinning. To Scottie he didn’t seem like the type to speak with such gusto, and so such a comment instantly made him think higher of the man purely by nature of being, if only thus far slightly, unpredictable.

Scottie looked over at Carter with mock disdain and shook his head. Cheeky shit. He thought to himself good-naturedly. “Sorry kid. At the ripe old age of twelve you’re just a bit too old to be my grandkid.” He teased. “But seriously, seriously…your grandma was a pretty good lay.”

The cabin living room, lined with lights and camera equipment, was buzzing with conversation as Chaney made his way on set. As soon as he took his chair, however, it almost immediately died down and he took out a much read copy of his script with childlike enthusiasm. “Okay people! Everyone ready to confront some demons today?”

His question was met with a unanimous response from his crew, Scottie giving a lackluster fist pump and scratching the back of his head. As soon as he did so a stylist rushed in and pecked at his hair with her fingers obsessively.

Early in his career it was at first thought of Chaney that he was too enamored by his actors to do anymore actual directing than he did watching. After his few successes, however, it was known by this point that when he got down to business, he was a worker through and through. “Eli,” he said, clearing his throat and moving to the edge of his seat. “Think about Bradley for a minute. Sure, he feels bad about what he did to Jack, but Jack won’t take a single apology. You feel like you’re doing your damndest but he’s too stubborn. Can’t he see how desperate you are to set things straight? But it’s not like you’ll give up the love of your life to do so. I want you to run me…” he turned, running his finger down the page and stopped. “Your speech to Jack. The one that starts, ‘Yeah, you’re the one who doesn’t understand’. Scottie, keep your Jack face on. Depending on Eli we might continue with your line. Carter, remember, you’re nervous as hell; you know the stakes between these two and you don’t know what’s about to happen.” Chaney made a gesture towards Brooklyn, signaling her to start filming on his command. “Alright? Ready? Let’s give it a test run…action!” he waved his hand and waited with bated breath as he looked on.

Cookies Ahoy
02-11-2010, 11:31 PM
Brooklyn jumped at the enthusiasm Chaney possessed that morning. It was definitely a feat she could not bring herself to. Chaney quickly turned around when he heard another person speak, it was Eli, one of the actors. Brook smiled at him, but their introduction was short lived. Before Brooklyn could properly introduce herself, Eli had left to get ready for the scene they were about to shoot. Brook just shrugged off the situation and went to fetch her camera equipment.

Brooklyn went into the trailer that was being used to store all the filming equipment. It was a mess, but she didn't have too much trouble finding the camera she would need. It was set up for the indoor shots that didn't need too much artificial lighting. She also pulled a battery from the charger, plugged the wires into the camera, attached the battery pack to her hip, and made sure the camera was functioning properly.

With the camera supported on her shoulder, Brook entered the room the scene was to be filmed in. The actors were still in makeup, so Brook chatted with a few of the others helping with lighting, sound, and other various things until Scottie and the others arrived. As they came in, Chaney's excited energy filled the room. Brooklyn's phone rang, telling her she had a text message, it was from a friend. It simply read: Call me when you get the chance. She turned her phone off to prevent it from going off while she was filming.

How can someone have so much energy?

The scene was about to begin, Brook aimed the camera's lens at Eli. The familiar word 'Action' came into her head. She hit the record button on the camera and watched the scene unfold.

Shani
02-12-2010, 09:52 PM
Lee Ann smiled and nodded as she watched and listen to Chaneys excitement. "I'm sorry if I worried you." she said sincerly. "I can't wait to see them working together I heard there both really talented." slightly disturded about him puking she gave a weary smile. She looked into his eyes as he was staring at her, then looked down to make sure she was in order. Lee Ann let out a slight giggle at his remark'Gosh you're a perfect Lana,' she then brushed her hair behind her ear. "Why, Why thank you Mr. Chaney."
She nodded and then followed after Chaney and she had a seat with her name on it and pulled it slightly closer to the director, waiting for the sence to begin. As she waited she looked through her script.

Shekinah
02-14-2010, 06:03 PM
“Eli, think about Bradley for a minute. Sure, he feels bad about what he did to Jack, but Jack won’t take a single apology. You feel like you’re doing your damndest but he’s too stubborn. Can’t he see how desperate you are to set things straight? But it’s not like you’ll give up the love of your life to do so. I want you to run me… Your speech to Jack. The one that starts, ‘Yeah, you’re the one who doesn’t understand’. Scottie, keep your Jack face on. Depending on Eli we might continue with your line. Carter, remember, you’re nervous as hell; you know the stakes between these two and you don’t know what’s about to happen.”

Eli nodded as he listened to Chaney. Apparantly he wasn't planning on starting with a more easy scene, a scene in which the actors were able to get to know each other's way of acting and finding the best way to work with each other. No, instead Chaney wanted them to dive in deep immediately, but to Eli that showed that the director had guts. He knew that at least Eli had never worked with the three others before, so there was always a chance it would end up being a catastrophe, but either Chaney ignored that fact, wasn't aware of it or chose to not let it undermine his way of doing things.

So, to think about Bradley for a minute ey? It's easy to relate to how he feels in this scene, I'd be as frustrated as him, if not more. He tries his best to make his brother understand, but it feels as if he's talking to a wall.

“Alright? Ready? Let’s give it a test run…action!”

Eli nodded again to show Chaney he was ready for the scene. Immediately he put on his Bradley face which meant: not too frustrated yet, but it was shown that he felt misunderstood and that it took him a lot of patience to not run over to his brother and shake him around out of pure frustration.

'Yeah, you're the one that doesn't understand,' said Eli, his voice trembling with frustration that he tried to keep inside, mixed with a feeling of anger that had to go along with the frustration because he couldn't cope with the fact that he wasn't being heard. With a frustrated, yet stubborn look on his face he continued: 'You never got it, Jack.' He added a gesture that looked like as if he threw something off of the table with his hand and then said: 'You never saw what she was going through. Maybe that doesn't justify what we did, but do you really think I never even considered you?'
Now he was not only talking out of frustration and anger anymore, but also because he ran out of patience. Was his brother really too dumb to understand?
Because I did. I do. I’m not the black sheep everyone made me out to be. I didn’t steal her from you, Jack, you lost her. And for you to show up here acting high and mighty like you were the helpless victim in it all is just god damn ridiculous.'

Lamb
02-20-2010, 12:53 AM
Chaney was staring with rapt attention as he absorbed Eli’s delivery of the line, frame tense and head constantly bobbing in an approving nod. He made some nonsensical gesture to Brooklyn that he probably thought indicated that she continue rolling and then one to Scottie.

Scottie caught the gesture from the corner of his eye and stared back at Eli with a bitter coldness that he could never hope to attain in real life with a demeanor like his. “…I’m just here to get—“

He only managed to make it halfway into his line when a thundering crash from over their heads interrupted him, shaking the room and making him stiffen up straight. Crew members suddenly broke into chatter and Chaney stood, momentarily forgetting about the scene as he looked up. “Uh, cut, cut.” He stammered. He was then quickly on his feet and heading up the stairs.

Scottie looked between Eli and Carter curiously before cocking his head with an ear towards the ceiling.

Chaney sprang up the stairs quickly to see what the commotion was about and he came across a scene in the bedroom that explained the noise. A camera unit had toppled to the ground and broken itself against the wood floor. It lay surrounded by various lighting crew members who were examining it with wonder. “What’s going on, what happened up here?”

A man in his forties—Terry, the lighting director—stood up and turned towards him with a helpless shrug. “Beats the hell outta me, King. The damn thing fell on its own, we didn’t even touch it.”

Chaney frowned pensively. They weren’t supposed to have been setting up in here yet, but he brushed that aside for now. “Are you sure?”

“None of us were anywhere near it.” He replied. “It’s trashed, too. You wouldn’t think a little fall could do that. …It must have been set up wrong. On a slope or something. These old floorboards are a little warped.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at it, muttering in addition, “Probably that Cooper kid.”

Chaney blinked. “She’s not a kid.” He said as if stating something bafflingly obvious. “Look, accidents happen. We’ll just…get someone in here to clean this up, I guess.”

“Yeah, if you say so.”

Scottie still had his eyes towards the ceiling, but he couldn’t hear much of what was being said. He shook his head, mentally wincing as an obsessive compulsive hairdresser edged toward him to straighten his already perfectly straightened hairs.

“Okay everyone,” Chaney’s voice sounded. Scottie looked up to where the director was hanging over the loft railing gazing down at them. “Wow, I feel like a puppet master from up here.” Some crew members laughed quietly. “Okay, we just had a small accident with the equipment upstairs. Everyone, uh, take a break for a bit until we get this taken care of. In fact it’s…” he looked at his watch, “…getting pretty close to lunch, so actors, go ahead and take it.”

“Aye, Captain,” Scottie called up. “An accident.” He muttered to his surrounding company. “Spooky.” With that he wandered off set and over to the provided lunch table to put sandwiches in his mouth. He ruffled his hair in a manner that made it seem as if he were entirely unaware of his hairdresser’s glaring and bit into a tuna salad, hoping that his co-stars would follow him and strike up a conversation like any shallow attention whore would.

Meanwhile, Chaney lingered over the loft, eyes falling worriedly on Brooklyn for a moment as if trying to assess her responsibility in the incident. He then shook his head casually and moved away, back to call in a new camera.

Shani
02-20-2010, 02:43 AM
Lee Ann jumped at the sound of the crash. I wonder want happened up there. she thought. She didn't think much of it, It's most likely something with the equitment. she thought. Then when Chaney informed everyone what happened, and she was right, sort of.

When Chaney declared a lunch break she closed her script and watched Scottie walk over to the table. After he was settled she thought about it, then decided to go over and grab a seat. She put a few food items on her plate and grabbed a water bottle, she really wasn't hungry. She looked at Scottie and smiled than sat back down in the chair.

(OOC:sorry for shortness.)

Shekinah
02-24-2010, 12:22 PM
From the corner of his eye, Eli noticed Chaney nodding as Eli threw out his lines. He felt good about it too, it was as if he put on a suit with the name Bradley Lank on it and bam! here he was! And then, when he reached the end of the line and a tense silence fell between the two brothers, Jack opened up his mouth to start talking, but Scottie was never given the chance to shine on his first day on the set of "Personal Demons", as his moment rudely was interrupted by a loud crash coming from upstairs. Dust escaped between the cracks of the wooden balks that were hanging above them.

“Uh, cut, cut.” The stuttering voice of the director drew Eli's attention and he wondered whether or not to go upstairs. But as he saw Chaney reacting to it already, he shrugged. 'Isn't that the nicest way to welcome us?,' he commented, not to anyone in particular. Eli listened to the commotion upstairs, but all he really could hear were feet stamping around. He figured whatever happened wasn't something to please Chaney.

Then there was Chaney to inform them about what had happened and to tell them to take a break. Oh what the hell, why not? It was tough being Bradley Lank, coping with so much frustration! You'd get tired of it! As Eli made his way to the lunch table, he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. When he looked to the left, there was nothing to see, but a chill went down Eli's spine nonetheless. As he moved on, he noticed it again, now on the right side of him. He stopped walking and looked again, but saw nothing. He shook his head, feeling an idiot.

When he finally made it to the lunch table, het got himself a hot cup of tea without sugar and some salad. Then he sat down at the table where his in action brother was already sitting.

'So brother, your chance to shine got ruined by a crash, an accident with the equipment.'

He winked at Lee Ann as a greeting.