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Ryan had still been watching the progress of the scene when he caught sight of Bix, if he remembered the name correctly, moving further and further away from the set. Though where the trainee was headed, he couldn't say. But... he looked like he had a plan. Maybe he did have a plan and if it had anything to do with a possible escape, he wanted in on it.

He didn't immediately follow however, lest he attract the attention of his make up artist and get hounded about his impossible to work with hair and love life again. No, instead he waited until Roland botched the scene and everyone was distracted before he made his move.

"Wait up!"

He just watched, stared.

Leon watched as Ro just... broke the handle off the prop door. unbelieveable. He just watched like a gaping fish as the hunter just cursed on set. A set where line had to be read and acted out and

"Holy crap its my turn." he muttered softly to the other foolish hunter. and tried his best to get back into form.

He was going to have to kill that damn Fab for his choice in shirts. A turtleneck. HE HATED TURTLENECKS. still, here was an apparent scene to act out, as he tried to jiggle another prop doorknob before it fell right off the door with an audible clunk.


.....................

So he kicked the door and whirled around to the others. "Man , to hell with these doors! its like a sauna in here!" he said in a whiny tone and tried to make a show of pulling off the shirt with all the gusto of some cliche vampire/werewolf movie.

And got promptly stuck the the neck part of the turtleneck as he spent the last ten seconds wobbling around, trying to pull off the stubborn neck part from his own body. At least it left a decent scene of shirtless airbrushed abs for all to enjoy until he huffed in defeat and left the item crumpled along his neck and stared at Petra and hopefully away from the rest of the scene.

"Can't i just punch all the things down or just chainsaw them to death, Just take them all down and show them who's the real man here?"

and managed to wiggle one eyebrow. just one.

"DAMMIT LUKE, SOMEONE GET MORE BODY OIL ON THAT GUY STAT!"

((Helping Spectator))

Despite not finding the right page, Melvin was glad to see that he didn't seem to be in this episode. Good thing too, because it seemed his method acting had been so good that he completely forgot who he was in reality. He could only hope he broke out of it or else he'd have to ask a fellow actor how he got back to Earth. While he felt nice being Melvin, the fact this person was created by the same writers who were coming up with the word vomit that was this script made him cringe.

It was when he looked up that a painted Adonis got stuck in a sweater that was suffering a lot of stretching as the man tried to wiggle free. It wasn't working, and Melvin only watched as he made it worse.

No one seemed to be helping, and sighing, he set the tomb of a script down on his seat. Rising up on the stage, he moved past the attendants who were grabbing body oil before standing and grabbed the turtle neck.

O-O

THIS WAS A REALLY NICE TURTLENECK!

It was really soft, very, nicely knitted, and pretty much showed the budget of the show. Melvin hoped his character got to wear nice turtlenecks like this.

"Here. Just stay still." He grabbed the fabric, turned it left, shifted it under the elbow, and then turned it right, then slipped it neatly off. "You're free. Maybe they should just give you tank tops." Sweaters were going to suffer otherwise.

Melvin handled off the turtleneck somewhat reluctantly to an assistant. It wasn't that he was keen on keeping worn clothes by strangers, but it was a nice design. He hoped his wardrobe was just as nice. "You should tell wardrobe about that. You don't look like the turtleneck type." Coming from the guy's personality and the fact they bothered to paint on abs for him. From all the guys he knew from college (..uh, from his weird memories he created for his character that he must have read from some director's notes), guys who had abs usually made a point of showing them off.

Two assistants worked to oil Leon up, which was Melvin's queue to walk away. There was recording going on, and he wasn't on the script.

Stepping off the stage, he sat back down and decided to just watch the performance. Hopefully no more props would break.

ACTING

Did Hazel bother with reading the script? Hell no. She might have glanced over it, but other than that she was far too busy smuggling donuts and eating them behind the actors while watching the guys ahead of her screw up. At least the chick ahead of her seemed top notch.

It was her turn to shine.

She shoved the rest of the donut into her mouth and made an attempt to wipe up with her sleeve, only to smudge up the chocolate even further up her face.

"THAR! THALKIN'!" Hazel waved a finger at Petra as she spewed chunks of pastry out of her mouth, "SOMFIN' WIF THA DOOR!"

Then dramatic gopher turned her head toward the said door with food filled cheeks.



She chewed ferociously while speaking her line, "Wha... if we... awr nah... alone?" Hazel then began to finally swallow the dry donut, "What do---" suddenly she felt the lump getting stuck in her throat. She coughed like she was dying, partially choking and not too soon afterward, she was trying to thrust her petite fist at her own chest to help it do down.

"Heeel~" A weak cry for help escaped her brown crusted mouth.

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It was all too much for Candace in the exhausted state her mind was in. To see H and Caelius be the way they were, her mind had checked out for a little while. Come back later, Candace is somewhere in another part of the world. Clarice coming in pregnant had confused the s**t out of her even more.

What the ******** was going on.

She wasn't at all calmed by the realization this place was just..some...giant television series set. This was so weird. So ******** up.

"I need some ********' coffee." Candace groaned, her face hidden behind her hands.

Somewhere off the set she heard other hers name called.

And in a voice that she really, really, really did not want to hear at the moment. Hell she braved flying face first into the props room to get away!...Not that it was planned that way, but she would say it was.

Still on screen... and the camera semi pointed at her...

Caelius said the magical three words that she never... EVER wanted to hear from him in her lifetime.



This was how she currently felt inside.