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The director's call brought Melody back into the present, empty muffin wrapper crumpled in her hands. She looked around, nervous. s**t. s**t, s**t, s**t, casting call already?! Her hand squeezed the wrapper, wadding the paper decorated with colorful little cartoon ponies into a ball. This wasn't good. Where was he?

There! Melody released the breath she was holding, flashing the man a thankful grin as he knelt before her again and strapped her prosthetic limbs on. He rested his hands on them for a moment, his fingers feeling along the decorative runic LED lights. A soft click came from both as the "runes" began to glow. She was ready.

He took the script and discarded muffin wrapper from her, ignoring her attempts to wave him off as he escorted her to her spot, the actress taking a deep breath to collect herself as she moved in character.

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ACTING
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The pale hue to her face wasn't difficult to achieve. Aria focused her attention on the walls, her lips pressed together in a thin line of concentration. Her gaze flickered over towards H. The temperature seemed to drop as she turned her attention elsewhere, pointedly ignoring him as she looked towards the trainees. "How did everyone get here, anyway? I thought the trainees were with Alan's team."

A stillness came over the division leader as she set her jaw. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she began to rub the bridge of her nose. Aria looked up, her voice soft. "Figures he'd mess up." She began to walk towards the trainees in chains, stopping to look over them. "...Where are they, anyway?"

ACTING


For most of the scene, Wilson decided to stare off into the distance while he half-listened to everyone else recite their lines. Somewhere along the way he could hear Aria’s voice. A voice in the back of his head—it was nothing like Gramps’, it was probably his own—told him that he should probably get ready to spew out some lame lines. Reluctantly, he turned to look at Aria…Melody. Whoever.

He began to fiddle with his chains, which rattled awkwardly. “I’m not sure.” Wilson paused and looked down at his feet. He pursed his lips before he spoke up again, “I don’t really know, ma’am. We were just following them and…” His voice grew softer and he tentatively looked over at Ofie.

SPECTATING

'Rick Brody' opened his mouth, and closed his mouth again before narrowing his eyes at the man with the book. Alright. This was... definitely not their Taichou. "I uh... you just..." He forced a trembling smile, "Get lost in character, uh, excuse me a moment-" He mumured, glanced over his shoulder to where Sasha was practically crawling into Wash's trousers.

Too much, this was to much, he just needed a few minutes. A few minutes to set some things straight, that's all he needed.

Wobbling, he walked quietly, stepping over cables and around supply-boxes, eyeing the security guards before slipping up behind Sasha and Wash's chairs, reaching out to put a very firm grip on Wash's shoulder, "Can we talk for a moment?"





Character Name: Jerry Collins
AU Name: Rick Brody
Description: Rick Brody is hot stuff and knows it. Notorious 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.

[ ACTING ]

It was her turn on stage and, after looking over her script just a bit before going out, Ofelia listened and waited as she repeated the words in her head again and again. This should be easy, it was just parroting something back, right?

"Ah think we got seperated, Aria." There was no way Ofelia called anyone 'ma'am', script or not, and her use of the woman's name was actually...for the best? Last she remembered she never knew Aria was a woman of super awesome until she found out later. Even then she wasn't going to call her 'ma'am'.

The next bit had her looking around, her gaze shifting naturally to ensure that her vision took in both sides with just her right eye. She even pulled her hair back to get a better view, all the while wondering what the set was made from. If that helped her look curious then awesome. "Ah wanna know why they kept us alive. What's the point?" She rubbed the back of her neck and looked around again, her lines done.

That was easy.

SPECTATOR

"Oh God.." Seriously, they were actually going through with acting? Making a face, Kat watched the 'actors' and trainees preform for the camera.

ACTING



"Mr. Jones, sir.." His assistant had bustled and fluffed and brushed and Bix had just sat there. He was too busy staring at the photos of this 'Eddie Jones' lining the mirrors edges. Is that what he would have looked like with normal hair?

But then they were called and he followed dutifully along, scowling slightly as the 'trainees' around him made out and groped and well... he was sure he had to be dead. This was hell right? Or some vision? Maybe he'd wake up in a pod and find out that this was all just another trial of some kind.

It just figured that Mr. Jones had a line in the upcoming scene. His grovelling assistant escorted him all the way to the set before slinking away into the crowd.

He had a line? He wasn't an actor! How did you act like... yourself?

Bix found himself hustled together with Ofie and Clerise and despite the strange reality the hunter felt hopeless. If this was a trap.. they were soooo fallen into it. They were GONERS. If this was real? He would cross that bridge if he came to it.

He simply watched as the lines were recited, as people stumbled over them. He couldn't tell if he was the only sane one, or the only crazy one and then suddenly they were looking at him and Bix sighed hopelessly.

"They'll just keep us to torture anyway." His frown was real. He didn't need to act. "Who knows what happened to the others." Another glance and a sad look. "I just hope they are okay."

Marcus's brain had broken long ago.
Dis was even giving Marcus confused feelings.

Hunter and weapon had broken.

H and Caelius acting worse than he and Cass did, pregnant Clarice- He was out of it as he was guided to sit and markup was being applied. The second the makeup art brought out eyeliner? Dis snorted, and Marcus just simply gaped.
"Mr. Zaman? Think you're ready?"
"What?" Marcus was just confused.
"Look good? Yes?" The man pointed at his reflection.
"......Yes?" Marcus was busy making a what the ******** face.
"Alright! See you around tiger!" As Marcus got up, the man slapped his a**, nearly getting a fist sent at him. "Oh right, no touching, sorry tiger." Marcus shook his head. He was done with this s**t.

Shuffled to the 'audience' to wait for 'lines' Marcus's hand rubbed Dis between his fingers. He really hated this.
Plus with eyeliner on he couldn't run his eyes.

SPECTATOR

Someone's hand on his shoulder. A near painful squeeze.

"Man, who the HELL you think you is- Rick?!" He just glared. J had had just about enough of the man's antics for one day. Hadn't security carted the guy off once already?

"You must be blasted out of yo' damn mind, son." He shook his head, sliding his hand to rest more innocuously in his own lap. He balled his fist. If there was anyone who had a chip on his shoulder, it was Rick Brody, and he apparently felt the need to share it with the world today. J was about ready to give that white boy what he had comin' to him.

As Katie stepped in, he leaned away a bit, but not without a smart-a** remark. "Look man, I don't give a <********> what kinda, baseballin', bah-say ********' s**t you been smokin' today, but you about on my last nerve. What has gotten INTO you, man?" The last bit was a little loud, and he cussed under his breath. Hopefully the mics hadn't picked it up.