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Spectator

There was so much relief in her expression, so much pent up anxiety she hadn't known she'd been feeling, that when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she actually sighed a little as the breath she'd been holding was released, her eyelids fluttering closed for a second. Good. It was him. Or at least, it was a pretty damn good version of him, because she prided herself on knowing every inch of him, body mind and soul. It was good that her mind was saying 'this is Robert,' it was better than her heart was telling her that too. Leaning against him, she rested her head against his lithe, muscular shoulder, looking up only when he whispered something to her.

For a second, she gave him a blank look. Not because she was hiding anything, but because for that second, she thought that she had been wrong. This Robert didn't know her, and he was legitimately asking her name. In fact, it was lucky that the Life hunter winked, because had he not, she would have beat the s**t out of him thinking some not-Robert was getting all cozy with her. Instead, she merely gave him a flat expression as he teased her, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips a little before reaching to pinch him discretely in the side.

And then it was his turn, and the Death trainee reluctantly allowed her husband to be dragged onto the set. Folding her arms loosely, Petra watched with a little more interest, and more than a little guilt; this was the life she had taken away from him. She saw how easily he fell into it, his passion for theatre bleeding out enthusiastically. This is what he would have done, had it not been for her, and partially for Dues. Not this exactly, but Broadway she had no doubt, and he would have been the best thing Broadway had ever seen. It pained her, so much so the death trainee didn't realize how her nails bit into her arms as she watched. The fact that he was acting as himself disturbed her a little as well, especially considering he was essentially dying theatrically in front of her, and she shifted a little in discomfort, clearly not happy with this scene. She could imagine it all too vividly, had had nightmares to this effect.

Relaxing marginally at his wink, she offered him a rare, subtle smile. And the hand which had slipped into her pocket, searching for her hunter phone, withdrew; she couldn't take this away from him again.

SPECTATING

Harrison got an irritable look as Rep's first instinct was to assume he was being called a girl, only for his brain to catch up with the rest of him and make vague mental jeering gestures as he realised the implication. It calmed him. He was right, the worries were irrational.

"They know too much s**t. More than they should. Maybe they are using our own heads against us."

He didn't even think about the people around as he eyed Harrison's unscarred chest, reaching out to trail a hand with startling precision across the spots where the scars should have been. Yeah the bodies are all wrong. I'm not ginger. This isn't even my hair apparently. He let his hand linger until a passing crew member gave him a look somewhere between surprise and abject horror, he rolled his eyes and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Some people aren't right in the head though. Seriously I met Rin. She's not acting right. Like she's got a brain slug. It makes me think this s**t isn't perfect somehow. The guy I am, Francis? Is meant to hate Paul. You. Clearly I don't. I just hate the guy I'm meant to be. Cheating ******** scumbag. Cheating with her even.

Julie's arrival made him frown deeply. They were taunting them. "And now it gets ******** insulting.. ******** decimating her memory. She's dead." he snarled, as if reminding himself. He gave Harrison an anxious frown, almost hoping he didn't notice the distant figure, before intentionally turning away from the not-Julie to head to Rin, hoping in a sort of sinking way that her strange behaviour didn't mean that somewhere she'd been killed too and this was just some horrific stand in.

"Hey. Rin. RIN." he barked, waving a hand in front of her face. "Is your name even ******** Rin?"

"Hey Kevin," 'Allan' spoke casually, still not looking up from his book. He frowned and highlighted a few lines on his current chapter, jotting some notes in the margins of his script paper. "I got a question, were you there for Economic Efficiency 413, I missed a class and I seriously can't figure out what the professor wants, his notes are barely legible. Oh yeah!" He looked up. "What did you get for your last mid-term? I'm just wondering if the Prof is going to scale our grades again."

SPECTATING


He managed to snap out of his stupor. “H-Hi…” Wilson was about to say Allan, but he stopped himself. Curious, he leaned over to read a few lines from the textbook. Wow, why was this so nostalgic all of a sudden? Oh right. College. “What.” The course name didn’t sound very familiar and he was beginning to panic because he clearly didn’t know the answer to Allan’s problems. “I wasn’t, but if you have a copy of his notes I could try reading it.” But there wasn’t a guarantee he’d be able to decipher it.

“Oh. Just…it was okay. Just..another..Asian…failure…” He looked around for a familiar face. Once his gaze locked onto Ofie, he mouthed the words, Help me.

ACTING

Jerry wobbled, shaking his head under the heat of the lights as he heard Robert's voice rumble behind him. All teh world's a stage and we are but actors in life's great... he couldn't remember the rest, but it felt like it applied to the situation.

Madeline was next and his head swam. The drink had been welcome, rushing through him, sending his fingers and toes tingling. He felt lighter, he felt stronger, he felt less of a mess. Like Popeye being handed spinach. He wished they had let him keep the flask but it was pretty empty by now anyway.

His face trembling, the camera swiveling to get him into view, he lowered the foam Roar, knuckles white on a wooden trigger that didn't move, "They might burn us," His voice was shaking, his a slow smile spread across his face, "They might bite us, They might and scratch and claw!" His song picked up momentum, his eyes glittering towards the camera, until he finally bellowed out to whoever was watching, whoever was testing them, whoever was trying to mess with their heads, "But we won't stop, we won't rest. Until we've gone and KILLED THEM ALL!
WATCHOUT! HERE WE COME!
WATCHOUT! Here comes the sun!" He roared, spit flying from his mouth as he madly squeezed a trigger that didn't work.




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.  

SPECTATING

Ofelia was done with her line and about to go back to poking her eye in the mirror when she happened to turn and notice Wilson talking with...Allan? Why was he looking at her like that? A frown popped on the teen's face but she sauntered over anyway, pushing it into a grin as she approached the pair. Whatever they were talking about would mean jack s**t to her now.

"So whatcha talkin' 'bout? Sommin' good Ah hope, like...ugh...the point'a all this?"

"Asian...." Allan trailed off, looking at Wilson as if he grew two heads. "Do you care to... elaborate, maybe?" He sighed. "Sorry, I don't mean to take my stress on you, it's just been a really long semester, and I'm hoping if I take nine credits over the summer, I can actually make it for graduation next spring. You know what that's like, pushy parents, so on so forth, plus it'll be nice to move out. Find your own place."

He moved his chair a bit to the site to make room for Ofie. "Hannah," a confused look from Wilson to Ofie, "You two aren't..." And then 'Allan' broke out in a slow sort of smile. "Why, you sly dog Kevin. Really? On the side? You wanna know what's Japanese for the word 'cheating'? The priceless look on Kenz and Chase's look when they find out."

SPECTATING

Harrison played with a piece of hair resting on Rep's shoulder. It was abnormally smooth. Plasticky. He got the sudden mental image of pulling it free, and withdrew about the same time Rep did.

"It's weird. Like they can just. Pull off pieces of us."

But Rep was real. He had to be.

"I think this Paul guy's...married," Harrison said. "What's it for, all the cameras and props? They making fun of us? Trying to distract..."

His stomach dropped out.

It was her. Like it had just been yesterday. Bouncing in with rainbows and a bunch of clips in her hair and chatting with Clarice. Her back- whole. Fine.

He knew she was dead, but everything about her was just so much more...vivid, and real, and it was her, even if... he tagged along behind Rep, unable to tear his eyes from Julie.

He kept getting the feeling everything would change all of a sudden, and she'd be crawling with- he pushed those thoughts aside. No. He could see her, right there, cheerful. Not a spot on her.

It was the weird scuffling sounds that finally grabbed his attention. Some lady had sunk her claws into Rep while he'd been caught up half-way across the room.

He took Rep by the upper arm, yanking him back out of Moon Habit. "Hey, watch who you're- hell." He looked at the creature that'd snared Rep. Really looked. Recognized it, vaguely. "What have they got you dressed as?"