[ MISSION ORP ] Two Minutes to Midnight - EXIT PAGE 32!

[Nio Love]

SPECTATING

SHE'D ******** HEADBUTTED HIM!

AMATEURS!

Robert was still rubbing his forehead when they'd called for a cut, and he trudged off stage, staring daggers at Madeline the whole while. Petra was up next, and when they crossed paths, he smacked her right on the a** as she passed him. With a cheeky smile, he went to go take a spectating seat, and watch the fireworks.

"... She ********' headbutted me. Jesus. MAKEUP."

Yeah. He was into it.

As his makeup artist started fussing with his reddening forehead, he read through the next scene, and paused when he realized exactly what he was reading.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

.......

Nope. Nothing. Carry on.

x_Nata_x

Kupuritama

 

[Bloodlust Dante]

SPECTATING

It was awhile before leon could feel himself getting pulled away from the dreamland, back into the bright area. Maybe this was the dreamland instead. "The low blood sugar count of yours really takes a toll on you Luke." one of the assistants popped up and gave him a light grin and held out a piece of cheesecake in front of leon.

And leon in turn stared at it like it was the most horrible thing on the planet. besides robert getting cosy with himself. that was just far too strange for words. "I know you don't expect me to eat that." he said back to the set helper, almost growling at the person. "Luke you stay in character far too much, its almost as if you are leon."

"But I AM LEON!" he said back in a rage and then went to punch the mirror. it didn;t break, not even a crack. He could feel his legs ready to give out from all the sudden stress. and the cake moved closer. "now hurry up and eat Luke, you have to get back on set in 10."

with a look of a pouty child he took just one bite and ran back to where the "stage" was. he needed to find the others and get out of this weird situation. And there he found robert hugging petra. now that made sense, it even calmed him down.


the others, it just made then give him looks of pity and turn away from his gaze. "tch, what a pity" and "poor guy" and "great hes back on the market, i don't care how kinky he is."

Stop the life, leon wanted to get off.

((ok and now im off to work, be back in 9 hours))  

[iloveyouDIE]

SPECTATOR

Bix, with his scene finished, began to wander away. Where was the desert? Where was the cave? Had there ever been a cave?

Thankfully another scene was called and drew the attention of most of the group and all the 'real' actors. He wanted to find a way out. He loitered by his makeup chair, sent his 'assistant' off on some crazy coffee acquiring task, and began to work his way farther from the set. He picked his way through props and set pieces and even hid in a clothes rack as some bouncer looking fellows passed him by.

Was there an exit?

Zoobey

Bix is trying to leave.. or .. explore the 'studio'

 

[Ice Queen]

SPECTATOR

Syd jerked, her eyes widening as she heard what the director was saying. "Look on the ground," she whispered to the other spectators. "A sigil on the ground. Maybe it's just in the script, but what if it really IS how we're stuck here?"

She took a second to stare at Julie, her heart aching at the sight of her. Then she turned and started wandering around, her attention fully focused on the ground. She was looking to find the spiral mark--the same one she had seen in the old house so long ago.

Zoobey

Syd is searching the floor for the sigil mark.

 

[bipolar bee]

Spectator

"If you come near me again, Brody, I'm calling the police, and I'm going to get that restraining order reinstated. You're ******** psycho!"

When Katie showed up on the scene, Ana was at her wit's end with Rick. She merely stood silent, seething - though not without rolling her eyes at a very pregnant Katie.

As Rick wandered off with his flask and Ana was pulled into Big J's lap, she gave an appreciative purr.

"Now where were we..."

Bilious

Ravvlet

lizbot

 

[Baneful]

Rep didn't want Harrison to let go of him either. His nerves were on edge, he couldn't concentrate, his attention kept going back to Jordan and the fact that while they were ******** around he was likely suffering and very possibly dying. The idle banter of the "cast" all around them was taunting, like jailors mocking their captives.

The main thing he'd carried through from Cael on this mission was the death lead's cryptic comment about being trapped in an illusion. Of course it appeared that illusion theme was part of this bizzare television program's plot but It was the idea it wasn't just a plot but the honest truth that was keeping him sane and from completely snapping. It sounded dramatic when he thought it aloud but he simply didn't want to live in a world where he couldn't have Harrison, where he was a pathetic scumbag cheat who had already ruined his own family, who he shared nothing with, who was a stranger.

He followed Harrison's gaze to Julie and gently laid a hand against the other man's hip, a quiet reassurance that he agreed. It wasn't Julie, the moon assistant was gone - just like Killzone.

Once again he seemed resigned to be tugged around by both of them, lacking his usual irritation at physical contact - this body not ginger, with none of his scars - not really him, like a golem. This Diana woman wasn't Rin he realised, certainly not in her mind, like one of the princess golems, a stranger wearing his best friend's skin. He had suspected he shared in the knowledge of the set in general - confirmed as she demonstrated her awareness reguarding the conflict between Paul and Francis, another hint she was just another of their "jailors" and not one of them.

Clarice. Katie. Whoever she was also seemed somewhat different from the woman he felt knew back on deus, so it was definitely far out of his comfort zone as she tried to haul Harrison away from him. He objected, with a tight clench of panic that made him seize the other moon's hand.

Don't leave again.

"We were talking you ******** harpy" he snarled defensively at Harrison's false wife.
 

[Lilwolfpard]

For the most part, Ceres watched in the silence of her chair, tucking her legs in so her heels touched the seat as she wrapped her arms around them. Acting? They wanted them to ACT? I mean the inch of s**t plastered to her face (make up? Really?) was enough to make her want to take a bath immediately.

At least her hair was truly this color. She saw some people wandering around with Wigs... all they told her to do, apparently, was continue to let it grow out. She still felt like she had a plastic cap on her head though, only some strands on the back of her head were not covered in hair spray... to 'allow movement' as her duo of make up people said.

She watched with a amused, yet terrified, stare as the others slowly trickled in to act. ANd boy... were they horrible. Ryan though, recieved a rather large howl of laughter from her. Something that quickly got her glares from the camera and sound people, so she zipped her lips and instead grinedd broadly. She was dating THAT in this world?

What was her other self thinking?

ACTING

She watched silently for the next parts, starting to zone out... when she heard her name called and a piece of paper was shoved into her hands briefly. She read the line, and frowned.

She also, admittedly, listened ever so curiously to the words 'trance' and noticed some others realized it well... hm.

"Get a move on!" She was not sure who said that to her, but she was soon hurried into the room with the others in the current acting team. Looking around she gave the camera crew a really confused face... where they just rolled their eyes at her.

Oh yeah. THIS.. Tamara... she apparently was, was insanely forgetful and a bit stupid. Well, that made how she currently felt a bit easier.

When 'ACTION' was called, she found herself running, awkwardly, down the hallway towards the set of doors that the director had explained. Crazily, swallowing her urge to stare like a deer in deadlights at the Camera, she knew she was up first. "Di-Did you hear that?" She stuttered, cursing herself in her mind as she stopped moving, staring around at the doors like he said to.

"I Thought i just heard something behind the door-" Suddenly the sound of what was probably men dressed in horse costumes, OR SOMETHING, behind the doors sounded off all around them. She tried not to frown.

"Guys, Hide!"

Ok apparently she remembered most of the lines... and just stuttered a little.

All My Feels

UR TURN BRO.

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[ Ceres:
- Real name: Tamara Yates
- Biography: Open minded, and known for being KIND of a hippy. She is VERY friendly to everyone, ALWAYS hyperactive, and a bit naive. She is also very forgetful, clumsy, and always looks at the world in a positive look. Always wears skirts, loves color (especially pink!), and is addicted to sugar and coffee.
- Other: Darrens (Caelius) 'favorite cousin.' Currently Dating Alex Hawkins (Ryan) ]

 

[Saliru]

SPECTATING

"EXCUSE me?" Diana's voice was harsh and the volume raised substantially. Her attention quickly swiveled around at Katie, "I'll have you know sweetie they wont let you on set if you catch that sort of thing. So you must be talking about someone else. Probably yourself since you obviously have not figured out how condoms work."

The two men's affectionate touches went unheeded in the face of the rabid woman this close to kicking a b***h in her baby place.

Bio

Diana Rose plays Rin Alder

An ex-porn star attempting to take on a more serious gig. Unfortunately you can take the porn star out of the porn but you can't always take the porn out of the porn star. She has a tendency of crossing lines of decency and sleeping with fellow cast members.

She loves to "party", take long sexy walks on the beach and older men with lots of money.
Doesn't like conservatives or small guys.

Presently having a fun affair with Francis Carter.

 

[its me debz]

[[ acting ]]

Something about sigils and horsemen and trance. Kostya looked around, giving Caelius a hopeless look before shuffling onto the stage. Stopping just short of it, he grabbed someone's script as politely as he could, muttering "Prastee meeynya," a number of times.

Well, at least his line was not too hard. He could, perhaps, do this.

"Ve are outnumbered," he said, gravely. "There is novwhere to hide."

He gave Madison a look, as she was the next name. "Ve now fight to death, da?"

It wasn't quite right, but maybe it would do.

Maybe.


[[ Kostya:
Real Name: Sebastian Makely
Age: 23
Temperament: Out as gay, not flamboyant, headstrong, crushes on Beaumont "Bubba" Wilson (Robert) & Chase Sinclaire (Dakota). Was first an underwear model.
Brother to: ???? (Mimsy) ]]

sosiqui

 

[Bilious]

SPECTATING

His scene was over, and Rick's personal assistants were back again to lead him off the set and to the side again.

The world was still spinning, but with the alcoholic buffer, at least it generally seemed a lot more pleasant.

He giggled miserably as he was pushed into a chair for safe keeping before burying his face in his hands.

Get a grip on yourself. This was just.... a fresh nervous breakdown. Nothing he hadn't handled before. Find his Jerry Place.

To that, he laughed even harder.

((Character Name: Jerry Collins
AU Name: Rick Brody
Description: Rick Brody is hot stuff and knows it. Natorious for back-room escapes with giggling supple interns, and brilliant TV-character actor, turned Star by the success of the show. Despite his good looks, prefers to play odd-characters, and exceptionally difficult to work with at times. Rumored to have an on-again-off-again cocaine problem, and an adult film or two under his belt, which has been kept hush-hush by the more family-oriented Network Execs.  ))  

[Sosiqui]

ACTING!

Madison's eyes widened, then narrowed as the director read the plot description. Of course. Of <********> course. Which meant...

... did she really want to snap out of this, if she was going to awaken again into the hands of the Horsemen? She really wanted to see the full script now. Maybe after she'd finished this scene...

The scene began, and she worked it. She crouched, eyes narrowing, when Ceres called for them to hide, then looked up at Kostya as he said his lines. "Like, no!" she hissed. "We're Hunters, we'll find our way out of this."

She crept over to the other side of the prop door. "Ceres and I will stand guard, got it? You guys need to do what you need to do. Check all the doors if you have to!" She gestured at the 'hallway'. "We're not making this out without, like, everyone here!"

A determined nod finished her last statement nicely, she felt. Not bad. She was good at playing herself, because of course she was... now if only she could find that sigil!

Miliardo Kason

NEXT!

 

[Bittiface]

SPECTATOR

Well, it looked like the cast members were picking themselves sup this round. They'd been acting wacked out all day. Maybe they got into Deryk's actor's stash again...

Otto's actor shrugged and slurped on his second macchiato of the day.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Spectating

Deryk was glad to be off the stage when it was done. He didn't waste any time to retreat away from the cameras, fidgeting a bit as it sounded like they had all done a pretty pisspoor job there. Well.. he had tried. The next group wasn't doing so bad at least.

Despite how real all of this felt, he found it hard to just fully relax. Maybe it was the odd silence of his weapon. So used to hearing Tooley hum or giggle softly in his mind that the absence of these things just didn't feel right. She might not have actually spoken all that much, but there was still the feeling of something missing.

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Deryk Bond played by James R. Byren.
A talented actor who has an unfortunate history of substance abuse. Has been to rehab once during his career.