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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:32 pm
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"You wanted to save the world, maybe?" Madison began, and then yelped as Caelius brushed sand out of her hair, slipping automatically into a defensive stance. "Ahhh.... byeeeeeee?" she stammered as the Death Hunter guided her and Bix away from everyone else.
What was even.
"Biiiix.... I think something's wrong..." she hissed at him behind Caelius' back.
And then she was being propelled towards a chair, tossed into it, and surrounded by people putting makeup on her and shoving bottled frappucinos into her hands.
....
"Wait, no. Hang on. This is so right," she said, blissfully.
Quote: Name: Mackenzie Anderson, Kenzie or Kenz for short~ History: Raised in Southern California as a child actress, had a reputation for being sweet and gentle, refusing to take roles that she deemed 'immoral'. Being cast in this show was a shocker to her fans, some of whom were scandalized due to the content of the show... tabloids theorize that it's Kenzie's rebellion against her family and stage background!
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:34 pm
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There was a lot of screaming, and yelling, and ushering around and --
Madeline blinked.
When had she gotten into a chair?
When had someone started ******** with her hair?
Where was Wilson?
"Wilson!" She shouted, and nearly fell over trying to avoid a worried looking make-up artist. And apparently she had a ******** wrangler of an artist too, because five minutes later, she was all dolled up and ready to go. But all she could do was stare, and stare, and stare some more at the photos on the mirror side.
"WILSON!"
She ripped the photos away and stumbled over to wherever Wilson and Dakota were, and shoved the photos none too gently into his hands. "What is - this." She asked, and turned to stare at Dakota, "what are we? Fake actors? Was I fake dating Wilson? Are you like, fake ******** Wilson too?" The picture she'd shoved into Wilson's hands was a photo of them kissing and smiling and being happy and famous and not at all like themselves. Because a) Madeline looked like she'd walked out of a boarding school and forgotten how to dress like she wasn't going to be in a meeting in two seconds, and b) Wilson was not exactly her type. They were bros, okay? Bros, not hoes.
[ Madeline:
- Real name: Natalia Sinclaire.
- Biography: Haughty, prude girl with no sense of humor. She began in the modeling business before setting her sights on bigger, better things. She is part of a famous twin duo, though lately her reputation has been harmed by scandalous affairs between her, her ex-boyfriend, and her twin.
- Other: Ex-lovers with Wilson. Dakota's twin. ]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:38 pm
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Bix was hustled to a makeup chair where he sat, still gaping and dumbfounded, as no one yet came to attend to him. Pictures were taped around the edges of his mirror, him in sunglasses with dark hair and holding Starbucks. A dark haired, dark-eyed him in a smoldering headshot. There was even a picture of that doppleganger of him on some sort of red carpet with a woman who looked like a model.
"Wh-" He heard whispering behind him.
"He's method okay. Always method." A high pitched voice hissed carefully. "Always call him sir and oh you don't even want to know what he did to the last girl- OH!" The lanky sweater wearing woman threw up her hands and turned red when he noticed her. By her side was a shaking young man with thick glasses. "Mr. Jones! Good morning it's lovely to.. ahh..." She paused, nervously darting her eyes. "Well.. here's your new assistant. Your wig and contacts seem to already have been done soo.." She shoved the young man forward and hustled away.
"Uh.. hi." Bix looked at the glasses wearing man with a grimace. He patted his hair. "Uh.. wig.."
"S-sorry sir! Ah.." The young man, after his stumble, started to hustle around him a thousand miles an hour. "It's an honor to work with you, really. Bix is my favorite on the show and you are just so convincing as the overly sensitive, confidence lacking, everyman."
"Wait ... the WHAT?" Is that what he was?
"I mean! Oh.. no.." the young man looked terrified that Bix would do something to him. His voice dropped to a nervous whisper. "..oh god the last assistant. Please don't hit me. Please don't scald me with coffee. Please don't.."
The young man seemed to have devolved into babbling.
Quote: Name: Eddie Jones Personality: Eddie is known for his good look and charms and is a very visible figure in 'who's dating who' sections of the tabloids. He's actually a decent actor and has a bit of a cult following after his last stint on a popular sci-fi show. He's a huge a*****e.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:41 pm
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Wilson would have said more to Ryan or Madeline, but he was tugged away by someone. He shook his head as he found himself pushed into a chair. A confused Wilson tried to look at the woman currently fiddling with his hair. There was a deep frown on her face as she began to iron it into perfection. She glanced at him before shaking her head and continuing with her work.
“Kevin, don’t give me that look. You’re going to babble on about polyatomic ions or nanobots or something, aren’t you?” Sighing, she put down the hairdryer and began to apply on a thick layer of makeup. “By the way, I put your glasses in this case here, alright? You always leave it out and it dries me nuts.”
Wilson leaned back into his chair and craned his neck away as far as it could go. “W-What?” He could talk about polyatomic ions just fine. Nanotechology? No. And he could have sworn he didn’t need glasses on a regular basis. Just reading glasses.
The woman sighed again. “Kevin, would you sit still for just one moment? Wait, let me guess, you’re thinking about your next youtube video.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, done.” She spun the chair once before walking away, leaving Wilson to gawk at the photos taped to the mirror.
There were Medea and Amityville students and him and the other hunters. Together. Hanging out. “What is…” He leaned forward in his seat until a certain Madeline and Dakota stumbled over.
“What.” Eyes wide, he leaned over to stare at the photos, his face red. “No, no, that can’t be right. I’m not dating…I haven’t dated….” His brain was beginning to shut down.
Character Name: Wilson Hopkins
RL Name: Kevin Lin
-Used to date Natalie Sinclaire (Madeline), now dating Chase Sinclaire (Dakota)
-Supah Asian smart and nerdy; helpless w/o his glasses; started out as a YT star before jumping into acting
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:41 pm
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Rep wasn't keen on being ignored and it seemed this woman was a ******** master at it, making vague statements of assent without answering any of his questions and staying focused on the task at hand. Which seemed to involve one hundred percent too much touching for him. Especially his hair, which made his skin crawl.
he hissed, only to be given an irritable look by the make up attendant "Listen Fran, you can't keep messing up my wigs like this, do you know how much those ginger wigs cost? They are going to start taking it out of your pay and you won't be able to take little Lawr to Disney this year."
Before Rep could respond to any of this mad tirade the woman had slipped a few kirby grips and the like out of the way and in front of the mirror lifted his entire hair clean off his head. Underneath he had short-cropped mousy coloured brown hair.
His jaw dropped.
"WHIT THE ********> he screamed, almost falling out of the chair.
The make up assist rolled her eyes, as if she had to deal with these sort of dramatic actors every day, and took the wig aside to place it on a dummy.
"What the ******** is going on? Why was Harrison kissing Clarice?" Another odd look. "You mean Paul, Fran? You knew already, you spend half your time in here honey complaining about the guy. Paul is an idiot this, and doesn't deserve that. You are always complaining about all the kissing scenes, saying the director hates you?"
He looked blankly at the mirror.
"Do you want me to re-do your freckles?"
((Name: Francis Carter
History : American born Francis specialises in playing foreign characters in low budget sitcoms, This is Halloween was his first big breakthrough. Francis lives wherever his current job takes him with his second wife Susan and little boy Lawrence. His hobbies include going to the gym, interpretive dance and he is a staunch vegan. ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:01 pm
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Melvin didn't know what was going on, and being far less hysterical than anyone else, a slender woman took him by the shoulders and set him down in a seat. Yeah. Sitting right now sounded like a good idea. Looking at his weapon, he looked around as other people shouted and the rest were being dolled up. "Am I in a movie?" He asked, looking up to her, flat out confused.
You were taken through a portal. You were in the desert. You saw giant bugs. You are in a cave now being prepped for a stage.
How was he sure anything was real? Was that pod real? Was that broken place in crumbling pieces real? All things before seemed just as crazy as now that he wasn't really sure.
"Mr Quinton, are you alright?" The woman asked, reaching up to take off his glasses.
Melvin watched as his glasses were taken, and then looked around, noticing nothing was blurry.
"Um...are there wires in the back of my head?" He asked the girl next to him, turning around slightly in his chair to show her. This was The Matrix, right?
(((Melvin
"RL Name": Abe Quinten
History: Discovered through his skateboarding feats, Abe moved to television in the hit series No Supervision, popular for outrageous stunts and elaborate pranks. After suffering many broken bones and surgeries, he then broke into comedy movies, but only managed minor roles. This is Halloween is his first large role and was introduced late in the season.)) |
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:01 pm
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Madeline couldn't help it.
She laughed. Hysterically. In front of the whole damned set. Which, for Natalia goddamned Sinclaire was pretty rare.
"You are!" She pointed at both of them, "you're actually fake ******** Wilson." She smothered her laughs with a hand and leaned into Dakota, trying to stifle the giggles. "I'm something called a Natalia Sinclaire. Yay, us." She waggled her eyebrows at Dakota when someone began to talk nervously, fluttering away almost as soon as she'd gotten there. "We're twins too. Could this get any better?"
She reached out, patting Wilson's head. "So, what are you? Or, what is your fake you's name?" She took the photo and, seeming to come to the conclusion that yeah, Dakota was right, they were just going to have to play along for now, waved it in front of Wilson's face. "Apparently we have. We should check this place out, I want to know what else is fake mine and fake ours and fake --- " She glanced around, grinning like a shark, "everyones."
She unwrapped Dakota's arm from her shoulder, and maneuvered him to his new lover boy, wrapping Dakota's arm around his shoulders instead and leaning back. She then made a show out of hefting her fingers up to form a picture frame around them, glancing back at their adoring crowd.
"Now give us a kiss, dolls," She teased, "lets see if we can make the front page."
And then... well, something dawned on her.
"How did we even break up in the first place?"
[ Madeline:
- Real name: Natalia Sinclaire.
- Biography: Haughty, prude girl with no sense of humor. She began in the modeling business before setting her sights on bigger, better things. She is part of a famous twin duo, though lately her reputation has been harmed by scandalous affairs between her, her ex-boyfriend, and her twin.
- Other: Ex-lovers with Wilson. Dakota's twin. ]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:02 pm
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"I'm done now," Sydney said sharply, shocking the man that was doing her make up.
"Rachel? Honey, did I say something? Oh dear, please don't tell me you've broken up already!! Oh sweetie, I had no idea!!" He seriously looked like he was going to burst into tears.
She stared at him as she stood. "Suck it up," she said coldly when he kept blubbering. Then she walked away, heading for the first person she trusted--Wilson.
"What is going on here, Wilson?" she asked as she pretty much slipped herself into the circle. "Do any of you know?" she asked, glancing at his friends.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:04 pm
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She gave up, sagging in her make up chair. This part, at least, was familiar.
Clerise was just so confused.
--
Konstantin had been found, and carted away by a nice older lady who was talking very quickly at him. About makeup. and hair products.
He quietly went along with her, hoping she'd release him.
"So," she asked, with a heavy Russian accent. "How is crush on Robert and Dakota? Any juicy developments for your babushka?"
Kostya simply meeped. "You are not my babushka," he replied, frowning, trying to edge away now that he'd been released. A hurt expression crossed her face.
"Now now! Is that any vay to talk to the voman who inspired your silly leetle accent, and gave you training? All vhile doing that hair? Pah!"
She smacked him once, and immediately took a comb to his head.
"But I--" A frown, again, and some hunched shoulders, before she yanked him upright. "I do not have crush on Robert! Or Dakota! Neither!"
The grandmotherly figure just tsked. "Just last veek you vere telling me, 'Oh, babushka, vhat I vould not give to be in a hot, sveaty, sandvich with the two of them-'"
Kostya's shriek cut her off. He clapped a hand in front of his mouth, looking horrified.
[[ Clerise:
Real Name: Olivia Carter
Age: 22
Temperament: Sort of shy, prone to fainting. Got into the gig because her brother did, really stretches her acting legs when she has to play Clerise.
Sister to: Francis Carter (Rep)
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) ]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:05 pm
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This…. Was all part of a set? The question whirled around in leon’s head as h ran into the prop room, to redress and freshen back up, he was still far too busy holding onto Robert like a lifeline to let him go. Thoughts about the mission came rushing back, they had to go save otto and sasha and the others, what about them?
“Oh Luke, you can’t wait till the end of the shoot to touch Beau can’t you?” a person came from what the life hunter could only explain as through a door in the cave wall that creaked open loudly before flopping back closed, as if the door was never there to begin with. “and your shirt, no nonono no Huffington baby, we need to get you redressed stat bube.” He said with a swish of his arm before dragging the chainsaw wielder away in his stupor and down the hall away from all the harsh bright high beams of the outside scenes. People milling about with audio and visual equipment and gofers dashing around madly with coffee and refreshments for what had to be the stage crew and the other members. It was all too much as the hunter dragged his feet behind the other male and into a section and a chair emblazoned with the L Huffington in black magic marker.
The sudden adjustment of dark, damp, and dirty cave to a clean, bright and airy room was a big switch. Plush chairs lined against the wall and the chair he sat in was lined with others in a neat row, empty of a person but not of mementos around the mirrors edge. Leon stared like a fish out of water at the photos of all the other hunters with him, smiling at landmarks, pictures of them waving cutout weapons around and the plethora of pictures of him and Robert hanging out. There were no uniforms, street clothes and dresswear at one picture at what looked like a formal event . it wasn’t so much the pictures that bugged him, it was the closeness of it all, there was no personal space in them at all. Not to mention he could not recall ever taking any of the photos in question. “what is that there?” he asked innocently at the photo as the person continued to pull and tug at clothing on the rack before holding it up and turning his nose away from it in disgust.
“tch, that was from your two month anniversary with the show luke.” He said with a think lisp and continued to run his dainty hands through the rack until he practically squealed at the item he found, enough to make Leon wince at the sound that no human should ever make. “Oh luke, this shirt is prefect for you, jus the right fit but it needs more tears in the fabric.” He continued, making a cluck sound before batting at him with the fabric and causing leon to wince at the sudden attack. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to artistically damage your clothing, all there Armani exchange and dolce and gabana aren’t cheap don’t ya know and all the dirt I have to put on it.” He said with a quiver in his voice as he clutched the shirt dramatically to his chest. “You are damn lucky to wear this stuff luke, and to have it fit so well on that toned body of yours." He continued to scold him and gave the guy a pat on the chest.
The pat was just a little too long for his taste as leon couldn’t hold back the snarl building in his throat. “what in blazes are you doing?” he barked back quickly and was ready to land a punch in on the poor guy as he flinched and scrambled backwards behind the clothing rack. “ah I know luke I know, you’re with Bubba, you two are just so well together.” He continued to ramble on and on
“Bubba?”
“You’re boyfriend Luke deary.” He answered back without batting an eye.
“WHAT?”
"Not shut up and hold still, i need to re tint your beard scruff back to the right color."
Actor information for (Leon) Name: Luke Huffington History: Australian born Luke was raised in brisbane during his early years and learned the art of acting through brisbanes school of fine arts, he also paid for these classes by doing photo shoots for romance novels like "burn baby burn" and "call me maybe." it was from those shoots that he was discovered and requested to try out for the role of Leon Stone and go from low budget indie film star to local cougar heartthrob and pre teen dream each and every sunday night.
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