Mephistophelily
Crazy is...
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The place smelled funny. A disgusting blend of sweat, bad attempts to cover it with body sprays, and overloads of energy drinks. It left Brandi Williams with the distinct feeling that she had completely misheard her agent... "Jerry?" She tapped the man in question on the shoulder, sipping her water as she waited for him to turn his attention from his bluetooth to her. "Hey, Jerry, come on, I know there's no one on there."
With a sigh, he turned to her, a slightly annoyed look to his face. "What is it, Brandi? I was talking to the studio head. He wants you to use as many of the catchphrases as possible during this, by the way. And that comment of yours? He heard that."
"Myeh." She took another swig of water, then nodded out towards the stage she was waiting to be announced onto. "Why exactly did they send me to this thing, anyway? What the hell is a BoneCon?"
"Pwncon. Pwncon! Its a gamer's convention! Dear God, you don't even know where the hell you are?!" Jerry shook his head in disbelief. "What did you think it was?!"
Brandi's eyes widened a bit as he explained, laughing a bit. "Ahha! That makes more sense. See, I thought you had said BONEcon... and I was startin' to wonder just what they had in mind for this sequel- or whatever you wanna call it."
She had been against the whole idea of a fourth edition to the Dead's Dawn series, trying to explain to the studio that movies made sense in trilogies; going above that was just trying to squeeze the last drops out of a dead cash cow. Unfortunately, Jerry had gotten her to sign that contract without really reading it 7 years ago... And the clause that if the director signed on, she would be as well had been unknown to her. Sammy had agreed to it three months ago, leaving Brandi to have to follow along as well, reviving her character of the gun-toting. machete-wielding badmouthed bimbo, Candy Campbell.
Damn it.
It wasn't that she hated the series, or even the character... But more the consequence of playing such a recognizable character for so many years. It had been her first role at the age of 18, dropping out of college to take what she thought would be her ticket into fame. She got it, alright... The title of The Queen of B-Movies. People rarely thought of her as Brandi Williams, the star of over different 10 films, guest star of 20 tv shows, or even her stint on Broadway.... No, she was the epitome of most men's favorite things as her character; blood and boobs.
"Ladies and Gentlemen- mostly gentlemen, it seems out there," the announcer began, the crowd quieting down a bit as he spoke. "Its the moment you've all been waiting for, all you Dawners! Here with some very groovy news for all of you is the woman we've all been dieing to see... Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Candy Campbell!"
"Seriously? Even him? What the hell-!" Brandi sighed, shaking her head as she walked out onto the stage, giving a slight wave to the crowd, though no smile could be seen on her face. Reaching the mic, she snatched it from the MC, giving him an evil glare before addressing the group. "Hey everyone... Great to be here at Bo- I mean Pwncon... What'ya say we get right to the announcement, huh?" Turning to the screen behind her, she reached up to grab hold of the cord attached to it. "Have a look, folks... The premiere art for... Dead's Dawn Four!"
Yanking the cord, Brandi smirked- only to freeze as she saw the art herself. A rather badly photoshopped image of herself in one of the usual barely-acceptable-for-young-eyes poses and covered in compu-generated blood, a gun in one hand and a zombie head in the other. Embellished across the bottom was the tagline... Sugar and Spice, and things that can Slice- That's what this girl is made of.
"Wow. That's... that's just terrible."
Realizing that the mic was still in her hand, she gave a glance towards the audience, then to Jerry offstage. Woops...
The place smelled funny. A disgusting blend of sweat, bad attempts to cover it with body sprays, and overloads of energy drinks. It left Brandi Williams with the distinct feeling that she had completely misheard her agent... "Jerry?" She tapped the man in question on the shoulder, sipping her water as she waited for him to turn his attention from his bluetooth to her. "Hey, Jerry, come on, I know there's no one on there."
With a sigh, he turned to her, a slightly annoyed look to his face. "What is it, Brandi? I was talking to the studio head. He wants you to use as many of the catchphrases as possible during this, by the way. And that comment of yours? He heard that."
"Myeh." She took another swig of water, then nodded out towards the stage she was waiting to be announced onto. "Why exactly did they send me to this thing, anyway? What the hell is a BoneCon?"
"Pwncon. Pwncon! Its a gamer's convention! Dear God, you don't even know where the hell you are?!" Jerry shook his head in disbelief. "What did you think it was?!"
Brandi's eyes widened a bit as he explained, laughing a bit. "Ahha! That makes more sense. See, I thought you had said BONEcon... and I was startin' to wonder just what they had in mind for this sequel- or whatever you wanna call it."
She had been against the whole idea of a fourth edition to the Dead's Dawn series, trying to explain to the studio that movies made sense in trilogies; going above that was just trying to squeeze the last drops out of a dead cash cow. Unfortunately, Jerry had gotten her to sign that contract without really reading it 7 years ago... And the clause that if the director signed on, she would be as well had been unknown to her. Sammy had agreed to it three months ago, leaving Brandi to have to follow along as well, reviving her character of the gun-toting. machete-wielding badmouthed bimbo, Candy Campbell.
Damn it.
It wasn't that she hated the series, or even the character... But more the consequence of playing such a recognizable character for so many years. It had been her first role at the age of 18, dropping out of college to take what she thought would be her ticket into fame. She got it, alright... The title of The Queen of B-Movies. People rarely thought of her as Brandi Williams, the star of over different 10 films, guest star of 20 tv shows, or even her stint on Broadway.... No, she was the epitome of most men's favorite things as her character; blood and boobs.
"Ladies and Gentlemen- mostly gentlemen, it seems out there," the announcer began, the crowd quieting down a bit as he spoke. "Its the moment you've all been waiting for, all you Dawners! Here with some very groovy news for all of you is the woman we've all been dieing to see... Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Candy Campbell!"
"Seriously? Even him? What the hell-!" Brandi sighed, shaking her head as she walked out onto the stage, giving a slight wave to the crowd, though no smile could be seen on her face. Reaching the mic, she snatched it from the MC, giving him an evil glare before addressing the group. "Hey everyone... Great to be here at Bo- I mean Pwncon... What'ya say we get right to the announcement, huh?" Turning to the screen behind her, she reached up to grab hold of the cord attached to it. "Have a look, folks... The premiere art for... Dead's Dawn Four!"
Yanking the cord, Brandi smirked- only to freeze as she saw the art herself. A rather badly photoshopped image of herself in one of the usual barely-acceptable-for-young-eyes poses and covered in compu-generated blood, a gun in one hand and a zombie head in the other. Embellished across the bottom was the tagline... Sugar and Spice, and things that can Slice- That's what this girl is made of.
"Wow. That's... that's just terrible."
Realizing that the mic was still in her hand, she gave a glance towards the audience, then to Jerry offstage. Woops...