| Invisible Girl |
[07 Oct 2007|06:43am] |
Agata Jones sat alone in her trailer, she didn't think anyone aside from the people who had hired her knew she existed. She was so different from the character she would eventually play, quiet, reserved, serious and extremely shy.
She glared silently at the screen of the laptop, a new Word document open and blank, the cursor mocking her with its silent, measured blinking. She was trying to write a book, but no ideas came to her. She pushed her reading glasses up into messy black hair and scrubbed her eyes and face, eventually smoothing her hands down over the plain white man's undershirt she wore.
She hated the costumes they put her into, bright and colorful and build to expose and play up her 'assets'. God be damned. She slapped the lid of the computer shut and flicked it an annoyed look when it had the audacity to beep indignantly at the rough treatment.
She wandered barefoot across the small, plain space and thumbed through the most recent set of scripts they'd given her for the show. The next few filmings would finally get her out and meeting her cast mates.
Perhaps it would net her something to look forward to each morning. Perhaps it would just annoy her further.
Why had she even auditioned for the part of the fairy in the first place? Oh right, her looks were utterly perfect for it. Mindset was everything, she glared into the mirror and put on her Agaetis face, all whimsical and sweet with just a hint of mischief playing about the corners of her eyes and mouth. It was perfect.
Now she just had to make her onscreen presence perfect as well.
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| Scenes From A Relationship |
[07 Oct 2007|03:28pm] |
There was whispering around different tables, but Piper was polite enough to just smile if someone was looking at her. Ever since she started on the show people had noticed her more. To start with she wasn't sure how to take the publicity, but she found an easy balance soon enough. The waitress came over, placed her caramel frappe in front of her and walked off to take a new customers order.
Martha was late again. It seemed to be a running ritual for the woman. They'd set up a time, a place, and she'd take an extra two or plus hours to get there. Like always, Piper waited. Her frappe was lifted up just enough for her to capture the straw between her lips. The cold liquid being sucked in and swallowed before it was set back down again.
In the beginning she would call, but waking her up always ended in an argument. Piper learned quickly not to disturb someone with a hangover. It was never a pretty thing, and never pleasant. Her slender fingers fiddled with her watch, and she shifted in her seat, trying to look casual. The on-lookers eventually paid more attention to their food.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." As if practicing saying it now would make it more believeable in five minutes. Martha parked the car in the lot next to the coffee shop, then fumbled the asprin bottle out of her pocket to swallow three more white tablets with some water. She was still wearing her sunglasses, and she leaned against the headrest to close her eyes for a minute before moving again. Maybe if she died now she wouldn't have to face Piper and the argument that was certain to occuur.
No such luck, though, and so she dragged herself out of the vehicle and slogged through the doors to see her girlfriend sitting alone and drinking something caffeinated. She paused, raked both hands through her hair, then chickened out and ducked into the ladies' room to splash some water on her face. Just a couple of minutes for a respite, that was all she wanted.
As the line of people moved forward to place their orders, Marissa Stenbeck smiled politely and tried to look just like everyone else before asking for a large cup of coffee with an extra shot of espresso. The newest addition to the cast of Birthright: The Series, she wasn't used to being recognized in public yet. Her career, such as it was, had consisted largely of bit psrts and non-speaking roles before this, but when she'd read for the part of no-nonsense cop Michaela Starnes, the casting director had been so impressed he'd asked her to come in for a second audition. The ink on her contract, elevating her from recurring to regular status, wasn't quite dry yet, and she was still in a bit of a daze over it all.
Cup in hand, she was making her way across the room when she spotted Piper Swarms sitting alone. They'd spoken off and on since filming had started, and Marissa felt almost comfortable enough to ask to join her without making a total fool of herself. "Hi," she said, raising her free hand in a wave before indicating the empty chair across from the brunette. "Is this seat taken?"
( A Scene Within a Scene )
Martha made a noise of soft contentment into the kiss. She loved her. She really did, whether she was an asshole or not. And Calvin would be no big loss. This was too important for her to screw it up. Let the gangly shithead get some new friends.
"That sounds very, very good," she said, cupping Piper's face between her palms. Her thumb traced over the brunette's bottom lip as she smiled, and she added, "Don't let me forget to take the phone off the hook. We wouldn't want to be disturbed."
No more fighting, she promised herself. And no more staying out all night. Maybe even some anger management classes. Right after she told Calvin Regan to take a hike.
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