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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.

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?

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..."

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.

[[ 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) ]]

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!

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.