And...Action!

[soliloquy]

OOC: This is an open thread for any and all who want to participate in a storyline centered around a movie production in progress. Any characters are welcome. While sex is obviously a main component (duh, SRP, soli) I just ask that participants work a storyline in, rather than just a series of sexual encounters. Please PM me if you are interested with a character description of some kind. Thanks.


IC
"But, Max...I love you" Helene whispered for the fifteenth time in one day. Tears welled in her eyes as if she were saying it for the first time in her life. She looked up into his eyes and heard:

"Cut! And that's a wrap, folks, for today, anyway."

Pushing Max, A.K.A Daniel, forcibly away from her, Helene let loose. "About fucking time, Daniel! Fifteen takes, because you can't remember a five word line?! What are you, an amateur?" Her eyes were bright with fury.

Daniel's eyes echoed her anger, as did his voice. "I seem to remember someone else having trouble keeping a straight face three days ago for nine takes!" he growled.

She stepped closer to him and lowered her voice so that the crowd around them had to strain to hear her words. "That's because you kept grinding that pathetic excuse for a dick into my ass, sweetheart. Turning on her heel, she headed for her chair, picked up her script, and promptly slapped his abdomen with it. "Learn your fucking lines. We're two days behind schedule, and I want to get out of this godforsaken place!"

Heatedly, she stomped off towards her trailer with all eyes on the diva. She slammed the door behind her and promptly began tugging at the laces on the bodice of her dress. Her dresser, Karen, came rushing forward, her blind loyalty to Helene showing in her hurry. "I don't need your help. Just leave me the fuck alone," Helene hissed at the young girl.

She almost apologized when she saw the girl's eyes fill with tears, but chose to just wave her on. Once she was alone, she scrambled towards her makeup kit and unlocked it. She rifled through it until she found what she was looking for. Vicodin. She swallowed a couple of the small pills and washed it down with a swig of tequila she had taken from the minibar at the hotel.

Someone pounded on the door, and Helene scrambled to hide the pills and alcohol. She was locking the makeup kit when she heard Daniel bellowing, "Open the door, you bitch!"

She stomped to the door and opened it. "What the fuck do you want?!" He pushed inside the door and slammed it behind him. His arms pulled her close to him, roughly.

"You," he whispered, his mouth descending upon hers.

She pushed him away with such force that he stumbled into the corner of a table and cursed.

"You sonofabitch! That was not foreplay out there! I'm tired of you not knowing your lines, and dragging production to a near halt. I don't want to fuck you. You disgust me. Maybe if you spent less time fucking me and every bimbo fan who blows her way past security, you'd know your lines.

"God, you're hot when you're angry," he mused.

Helene lowered her voice. "Get out of my trailer. Now."

Something about her tone must have broken through the ice that had formed around his brain. He knew she was serious. He opened the door and whispered over his shoulder, "you'll be back for more. And maybe next time, my cock won't spring to your command."

He left, and Helene sighed with relief. This was going to be one helluva shoot, if they ever finished it.

 

[soliloquy]

The roles thus far:

Helene Binet--Soliloquy
Karen--Delicious Maiden
Michael Parker (intern)--Prometheus 2
Blake Williams--Poganin
And perhaps some Patford?

 

[prometheus 2]

Micheal Parker

"Oh shit, Here we go again," Mike muttered under his breath. He knew better than to say anything, to interfere in a battle that had no end, no resolution. He kept his The only thing he could do was ride the storm out as he always did. Hoping that this time would be like all the times before. That in the end, when the storm was over they would fuck each other silly, make up and the show would go on.

Mikes way of getting though all of this was to blame himself . That way he projected no anger or harbored any resentment that would complicate the situation. One could say that all's well that ends well, but for Mike it was like a sore that wouldn't heal, this self blame, this feeling of inadequacy. this slow erosion of his self image.

"If only..." he said during and long after the fire started and burned out of control, ,"if only....."
" If only..." he was thinking again when he watched Daniel pounding on Helenes door.. he could have seen it coming, done something to ward off the inevitable. A word pehaps, a simple gesture, maybe a touch, some physical contact, a stroke that calmed and placated. It had worked before, but then it also hadn't worked before.

He had run out of ideas long ago, now he shrugged his shoulders and watched as Helene opened the door of her trailer and Daniel pushed himself inside.

"And why? Why was it his responsiblility anyway Who was he? What was he?"

He had come to the set as an intern, Daniels assistant whatever that meant, his understudy perhaps, someone he could emulate, look up to. The director had said "Watch ,learn ,become."

He had admired Daniel for his talent, his vigor his raw creative power, his zest for life. He had answered his every beck and call, at his side, tending to his every need.

But then as time went on he got to know his mentor better. He began to look at him in a different light. Daniel was a womanizer arrogant enough to overtly display his crude behavor. Daniel treated him with contempt Mike had become merely his lackey, his kicking boy. And Mike blamed himself. If only....

The door flew open and Daniel descended the stairs the wind blown out of his sail, his head still high but a look of defeat in his eyes. Helene had won this round.

"Helene, the diva... Mike had admired her also, her beauty, her energy and drive, Her creative passion.

but that too had paled as familarity bred contempt, not for her but for himself. unable to blame her he blamed himself. if only....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

"I don't need your help. Just leave me the fuck alone,"

Karen fought back the ready tears as those words ran through her mind once more. It wasn’t so much what Helene had said, but how she’d said them. Karen had only been trying to help, to offer sympathy, support, but not for the first time over the past couple of days, Helene had been horrible to her.

Karen dropped her head in her hands and finally let the tears spill over.

It was all Daniel’s fault!

Whilst she, Karen admired Helene’s talent and professionalism, she had learned very quickly to steer clear of Daniel!
Naïve she might be, but she knew Daniel fucked around and seemed to think that every woman would fall at his feet.
Why Helene would put up with that she had no idea.
Helene’s personal life was a closed subject between them!
And Daniel continued to make Karen feel very … “uncomfortable”!
In fact he seemed to enjoy embarrassing her!
Whether it was because he was bored and she was an easy target, or because of a more personal grudge, Karen had no idea.
But, she knew that he could prove a powerful enemy and guessed that perhaps he resented her fierce loyalty to Helene.

At 19 with a flare for fashion, mismatched with a passion for film, Karen was grateful for Helene’s patronage.
Helene had been so kind to Karen.
She had done everything to encourage her!
It was Helene who had worn one of Karen’s “creations” to the most recent charity ball and it was she who had demanded that Karen be employed for the duration of this shoot as her “personal dresser”.
Karen prided herself on her efficiency.
Never had an actress’s wardrobe been more diligently or attentively maintained!
And in return, apart from unexpectedly "generous" wages, Karen had been thrilled to have been befriended by Helene, to have been treated as companion and protégée rather being ordered about and given the more menial status that Mike Parker seemed to “enjoy” working for Daniel!

Daniel!

Karen took a shuddering breath and tried to calm herself.
She knew very little about filmmaking, but anyone could see that Daniel had “lost it”.
He fluffed his lines time and again, messed about on set and seemed to treat it all as a joke.
But no matter what happened, he looked constantly unruffled.
He acted as if the world revolved around him!
And as far as Karen could tell … it did!

“Arrogant … cocky … self-opinionated … “

She consoled herself by berating him silently.
No wonder Helene was tense and angry … but still …
Karen could not help but feel hurt by what had happened!

Hearing a noise, Karen looked up sharply and rubbed quickly to smudge away her spent tears.

”Damn!”

She had thought that hiding away here would give her the privacy for the breathing space she so desperately needed.
Who was it that had stumbled upon her just at the wrong moment?


OOC:

Thanks for letting me join in.
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[Poganin]

Blake Williams -- the get-it-all guy

OOC: Blake Williams. Age: 23. Blond, almost white, hair. Blue eyes. 6'1'' and skinny. Wearing jeans, white t-shirts and a leather vest with lotsa pockets. A pondering, dreamy romantic with little contact with surrounding reality, unless motorbikes or anything mechanical is involved.

IC:
"Wha-wha-what's the shouting all about, pops?" Blake was abruptly and brutally returned to reality by the cries on the set and general hustle and bustle that usually accompanied a closure of shooting. He brushed his blond-almost-white hair from his eyes and tried to look busy as the tech supervisor stormed in their, Blake's and pops's, direction. He turned towards the toilets however without checking if Blake had actually brought and assembled the additional lighting. "What's happened?" he inquired again.

"Oh, the usual, sonny. Ambitions and libidos clashin'. Hey watch it! That wire's connected! You want to meet yer maker on foot?... Anyway, you're free to go today unless you wanta hang around and help me make backup batteries for the lighting set you brought..." pops answered. Nobody knew his real name, or they simply didn't share that knowledge. Fact was, that pops had been always present at the set, making himself busy with technical devices, fixing them, assembling them, and generally saving the funding on the new apparatus. Nobody dared fire him or move him because no-one actually knew to whom he answered. It was pops who took Blake in and made him his second, setting his wages and timetable... and in free time teaching the young man some of the tricks of his trade.

"Nah, I'll stay. Otherwise mom'll force me to cut the grass or make me otherwise useful. I can learn something here. Tech or no..."

"Okay, so you go and check the air conditioner in 'Elene's trailer. I think I keep hearin' it rumble way too loud for this model. A miracle she ain't blown my head off yet for that. Now shoo!"

So Blake just took a toolbelt lying there on a stack of crates and hanged it on his shoulder at the same time making sure that the latest issue of "Bikes and babes" was still secure in the back pocket of his jeans. He slowly moved on towards the trailer. Oh yes, he enjoyed working with pops, the old man had already taught him so much about working wonders with a simple screwdriver or a file. Even that freak Macgyver was not as talented as pops at inventing new interesting uses for regular tools and items. Blake thought that he will call his bike 'pops' to immortalise his mentor here in the studio. Of course first he'll have to earn enough cash to pay for it.

Blake knew that the Star was in a pissy mood and he sincerely hoped that he won't make any stupid slip while working to piss her off anymore. He did remember how she screamed at him to stop pounding that stupid plank because he was interrupting her memorising of lines. Alright, so she might not like him because he wasn't especially bright and thought a bit on the slow side but he had a knack for getting stuff organised and he knew his way around a hammer as well. He would bet this month's wage that she didn't even notice that the stairs to her trailer ain't squeaking anymore. Well, he did oil all the screws around the set last week, so uncovering the outside parts of the air conditioner should go without making any noise... hopefully.

Approaching the trailer he got to work instantly, slowly and methodically removing the cover trying not to make too many unpleasant sounds. Underneath was a maze of stuff that hypnothised him instantly. He started the check-up step by step and soon was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice that the latest issue of "Bikes and babes" fell to the ground and he stomped the magazine a few times.

 

[Paendragon]

James DiCarlo

OOC:
Director
40 years old.
200lbs
6'2"
Brown hair, eyes

IC:

He sat in his director's chair, with his head in his hands. He had been on his share of tense sets, but this was fucking ridiculous. he had just about had it as it was, before today's debacle. This was why he preferred to work with unknowns... so he wouldn't have to deal with this kind of crap.

"James?"

"What!" he snapped.

The cute little intern jumped, and stepped back.

James sighed. "I'm sorry, Jamie. It's been a... rough day." he smiled. "What do you need?"

"Um, are you... are you alright?"

"Fine," he answered. "Just tired. Gonna go get some rest."

She nodded. "Just checking. You looked upset."

"I'm fine."

She smiled and turned to go.

"Jamie..."

She turned back. "Yes?"

"Thanks for asking."

She shrugged, and walked away.

He found himself looking at her tight little ass wigging in her jeans, and sighed. It had been too long.

He stood and began the long walk to his trailer. Well, it wasn't really that long...but it sure as hell felt it.

He turned a corner, and accidently, but quite loudly, kicked over a bucket of mop water, spilling its contents all over his sneakers, and making a general mess.

"Fuck!" he cursed, shaking first one wet foot, then the other. "What the hell else can go wrong?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

"Fuck!"

The expletive was far stronger than hers.
Karen reluctantly stepped forward and found herself looking into the eyes of the Director.

"Mr DiCarlo!"

She exclaimed feeling her cheeks suffuse with pink.

"I ... I ... Helene didn't need any help with ... I ..."

She averted her eyes quickly as her eyes brimmed once more.

"I was just ... "

She faltered unable to explain or excuse herself.
Her eyes fixed on the ground, watching with detached fascination as the water pooled as it ran off the Director's sneakers.
She braced herself for another reprimand.
It was clear the man was already in a foul mood and Karen was sure that her presence would only anger him further.
He was bound to assume she was shirking her duties!

Karen took a steadying breath and hazarded a glance up at Mr DiCarlo.
She had been rather in awe of him since her first day on set.
He had spoken to her in passing a few times and each time she had found herself tongue-tied and nervous.
This was so much worse!
Her clear blue eyes swam as she fought for composure.

"I-I'm sorry ... "

She stammered, dashing a hand across her eyes.

"Excuse me ... I should get back ... "

She took a step towards him, hoping to escape swiftly.
She paused, her expression one of confusion when he did not move to allow her to return to Helene's trailer.

"Oh God, please ... not now ... "

Karen prayed silently, knowing that she had had more than enough already for one day.

 

[Paendragon]

James DiCarlo

He was a bit surprised to find the girl here.

"Mr DiCarlo!"

From the looks of her, she was just as surprised as he. She blushed furiously.

"I ... I ... Helene didn't need any help with ... I ..."

She looked away, and looked to be on the verge of tears.

"I was just ... "

She seemed to want to anywhere but at him.

"I-I'm sorry ... "

She stammered, dashing a hand across her eyes.

"Excuse me ... I should get back ... "

She moved toward him, but he didn't move. The truth is, he was flustered. He was never good at comforting, or consoling women. Especially pretty young interns, or assistants.

He held up his hands. "It's alright... Karen." He wasn't even sure what the hell she was apologising for, he just wanted her calm. No more damned disasters today, Dammit.

He looked down, grimacing, and stepped out of the puddle, his sneakers making an odd squishing noise. He shook his head and sighed, then looked up at her red, tear filled, blue eyes.

"Are you alright?"

She was a pretty little thing, he had noticed in the past, with an incredible body and a great rear. Then again, he always noticed that sort of thing. He had, after all, stayed single for a reason.

Even so, the question was genuine. He always had a soft spot for the people who had to deal with the stars bullshit. Granted, sometimes that soft spot landed him in bed with someone just like this little blond beauty standing before him... but not tonight. He'd probably injure himself the way the day was going.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

"It's alright... Karen."

Karen let out a breath she didn't even realise she'd been holding and forced a smile.
At least he wasn't angry with her.
She watched as he looked down at the sneaker and realised that his foot was drenched and the mop lay haphazardly across the over-turned bucket.

"Are you alright?"

Again his eyes were on her.
She let his eyes hold hers as she slowly shook her head.

"I .. upset Helene ... "

She confessed breathlessly.

"She's been so good to me ... but sometimes she can be so ... "

She halted mid-sentence and blushed hotly feeling immediately disloyal.

"Anyway ... it doesn't matter ... it was just me, I guess ... "

She dismissed hurriedly.

 

[soliloquy]

A half an hour later, Helene had managed to rid herself of her dress, and had made her way through four mini-bottles of liquor. Add that to the vicodin, and Helene was certainly feeling no pain. She laid on the bed in a black bra and panty set, her mind spinning.

Helene wasn't sure how she had gotten to this point. She remembered, of course, how she had broken into the business, and hos she had made her way up the ladder to success. At 22 she had already been a frequent visitor to the casting couch, and by now, at 32, the casting couch was no longer necessary to get her what she wanted. However, she was very aware of her age. In movies, 32 might as well be 42, and 42 might as well be 62. The fact was, she needed to continue playing the game if she hoped for a long-term careeer.

Men were so easy, she scoffed to herself. A little tit, a little ass, and they'd give you the world, if you played it right. Of course, it always had made them feel in control. And in the beginning, they had been. It wasn't every woman who lost her virginity to secure a role in a movie. Those who never had to experience that were lucky.

Sex, and her body had been the bane of her existence when she got to hollywood. Now, it was the instrument by which she played them all. And that is what she was unsure of. How did little Helen Thompson: sweet angel from Spokane, become Helene Binet: diva/bitch on wheels?

This industry would give you everything material one could ever want. But it would take away your innocence, your optimism, your spirit. Hollywood was full of broken people, like broken horses. She was just one of the masses.

A faint tapping seemed to be incessantly pounding in her brain. She opened her eyes and tried to focus. Outside. The noise was coming from outside her trailer. Grabbing her gray robe, and slipping it on, she opened the door to her trailer and stumbled down the two steps to the ground. She steadied herself and listened for the noise again.

She followed the tapping around the trailer until she saw him. That boy who had fixed her step. What was his name? Bill? Bob? Something with a B.

"Excuse me," she said quietly, tapping him on the shoulder, "what in the HELL do you think you're doing?"

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Having removed the cover and some outer layers of wiring, tubing and makeshift repair material (Pops Brand, no doubt to that) Blake discovered the source of weird noise in the air conditioner. A plastic cover of several screws had become loose and when the machine vibrated it resonated as well, knocking around and making loud, unpleasant noises. Not only that, also several cockroaches decided to make this mechanical device their comfy home. He smashed at the fast bugs with the butt of his screwdriver but only managed to nail one out of seven or so. Oh yes, Blake wondered as well how come the Star ain't blown pops's head for that too. A bit of glue here and there and some additional makeshift repair material fastened the loose cover back in place, securing it for several hundred years of work to come.

Blake started putting the previously removed stuff into place, tightening a screw here and there and was about to put the outer cover back in place when a tap on the shoulder startled him. Heaving the heavy piece of metal he turned his head and seeing the not-so-calm face of the Star he let go of the grating which promptly followed the principle of gravity and smashed its edge right in the middle of Blake's foot.

"Aaaaaaaaiiii..." Blake raised his hurt foot to massage it as a scream of pain welled up in his throat but it wasn't given time to surface. Standing with one foot on the latest issue of "Bikes and babes" he slipped on the paper and for a moment was looking at both his feet in the air. Then the inevitable meeting of his head with the ground came and he blacked out.

Opening his eyes, he didn't know what he was looking at but soon it dawned on him that it was the naked leg of Helene way up to the thigh partly covered by a gray robe. He gaped and tried to focus but was quickly drawn to her eyes. His pain momentarily forgotten he stammered:

"Um... pops said that the... hair conditioner is humpin'... and so I had to... screw it properly... ma'am" he added in the end. "Ouch, it hurts" he wasn't too sure where it actually hurt him more: his head, his foot or his wounded pride. How could he behave so stupidly?... Why did it always have to happen to him?! Women made him uncomfortable... but angry women scared him. And the result for everyone to see was pitiful.

 

[soliloquy]

Normally, she wouldn't have laughed. Normally, she would have surpressed the junior-high mentality that made one laugh at words like humpin' and screw, but the day had been too long and she was loosened up enough by the liquor and pain killers that her resistance faltered. She laughed so hard that she stumbled back against the trailer and leaned against it for support. She was completely unaware that her robe had opened up enough to see the front panel of her black silk panties. She was also completely unaware that the fix-it guy was aware enough for both of them.

"It was humpin' so you had to screw it properly?" she managed to choke out.

The poor boy looked bewildered. She quickly regained her composure. She set her mouth in a stern frown. "Think you could tap softer, or screw faster?" she quipped, glaring at him. He only nodded blankly.

Helene saw some thing in the distance. It was Karen and James. Talking. What in the world? To her knowledge, James didn't know Karen. Why would she go talk to him? Was she--?

"Motherfucking sonofabitch," Helene growled as she jumped to the most obvious conclusion.

And the boy still lay on the ground, staring up her legs.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

What the hell was so goddamn funny about a thumping air conditioner, Blake wondered, seeing Helene burst out laughing so hard that she almost lost her balance. Or was she actually laughing at his clumsiness and fall? He knew that old comedies propagated the funny way of falling and people would laugh at this very hard. His fall must have been at least a 7 on a scale of 10. He couldn't however project any actor intentionally dropping a heavy piece of grating on his foot and slipping on the latest issue of "Bikes and babes".

Blake almost screamed as the pain in his foot returned but another sight drew his attention and made him forget the pain altogether. Helene's robe had partially opened and now he was being treated to a view that pops would call an immortaliser. Right there, only several feet away from him he could see her panties, clear as day... or actually black as night. The sight enchanted him, the shiny material, clinging tightly to her sexy body, the small hill of her mons veneris, moving so tantalisingly as Helene shook laughing. Oh yes, some immortaliser it was, for an old peeping tom like pops perhaps. Blake instantly imagined how she would look on a Harley in just her black lingerie that would fit the leather of the seat. Her smooth legs, accentuating the chromed parts of the engine. The soft curves of her body contrasting the hard steel edges of the machine.

Blake's face must have been a mask of stupidity when his imagination ran free in the Blissful Biker Heaven and Helene asked him seriously:

"Think you could tap softer, or screw faster?"

Blake could only nod, trying as hard as he could to hide the erection that had grown in his pants when he had been imagining Helene on a bike.

"Motherfucking sonofabitch" she growled and Blake was sure that it was directed at him, that she noticed his hard-on. This was getting more and more dangerous by the minute. He wanted to explain that now the air conditioner will work like new one, no noise, no unpleasant sounds, nothing. But it seemed that his slip and failure to work silently were going to get him fired.

"I'm sorry, ma'am... Ah... I'll just screw this here cover again..." he stopped. What the hell was he talking about!? Blake realised what a foolish mistake he had made again. God, he must have said something stupid that made Helene laugh so hard. He had the image of her sexy panties still in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. Not that he really wanted to but it didn't help him at work at all.

Blake tried to get up but his injured foot didn't want to support him and for the first time he uttered a surprised yelp of pain. It hurt like hell... probably something was crushed or broken. No bike riding for him for the time being.

 

[Paendragon]

James

"I .. upset Helene ... "

"She's been so good to me ... but sometimes she can be so ... "

She halted mid-sentence and blushed hotly. Again, he noticed how attractive she was... and couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like in bed. Or on the kitchen table, for that matter.

"Anyway ... it doesn't matter ... it was just me, I guess ... "

"Helene is easily upsettable," he answered. "Don't worry too much about it. She can be... difficult, at times."

He looked down at his wet feet, and stepped out of the puddle. He bent, and pulled off his wet shoes, and socks, and looked at the path to his trailer. And frowned.

Standing near his trailer, at her own, was Helene herself.

"I think maybe your boss is looking for you..."

Karen's eyes flew toward the trailer, and widened. She immediately stepped toward it, but James grabbed her arm.

"I'm heading over in that direction, myself, could you stay near me and help me make sure I don't step on anything?"

That wasn't the real reason, of course. he was getting damned tired of the stars of this fick trying to run the show. This was his set, and it was about time they learned that. So if, Helene wanted her assistant, she would have to wait for her.

From Karen's body language, she didn't know what to do. But James would make sure she stayed on the set if Helene thought about firing her. Even if he had to hire her himself.

They began making their way toward the trailers.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

"Helene is easily upsettable.
Don't worry too much about it. She can be... difficult, at times."

Karen bit her lip and nodded without comment.
She glanced down and watched as Mr DiCarlo stepped out of his shoes and socks and glanced over at his trailer.
Karen decided now was the time to slip away, but his next words startled her.

"I think maybe your boss is looking for you..."

Guilt-ridden, Karen snapped her attention to Helene's trailer and saw belatedly that she was stood looking over in her direction.
Was she still angry? God! What would she say at Karen's disertion.
Karen took a hasty step forward intending to run over to Helene, but almost cried out in surprise as she felt James' hand on her arm.

"I'm heading over in that direction, myself, could you stay near me and help me make sure I don't step on anything?"

Karen half smiled and then looked worriedly over at Helene.
Yes. She was obviously watching them and looked non-too-pleased.
Almost as if he sensed that given the chance, Karen would flee to Helene's side, Mr DiCarlo loosened his grip on her arm, but kept his hand on her elbow as they walked across to the trailer.

"Watch out ... "

Karen instructed belatedly as the director only just side-stepped a muddy patch of ground.
Karen watched as he did so and found found herself face to face with Helene.
Karen blushed as she caught Helene's eye.
She felt self-conscious and guilty, although she had in fact done nothing wrong!
Thankful for the diversion, Karen glanced sideways at the young guy half crouched and balancing strangely on one leg.

And still Mr DiCarlo's hand rested on her arm.
The touch was light and yet held her in check.
Karen dared not look up at Helene again.
She could sense the tension.

She chewed nervously at her lip and waited ...

 

[soliloquy]

Helene gave Karen a brief, cold look, and then her face changed. It was as if she had been given a cue, and the magic had begun. A smile lifted the corners of her lips, and she stepped forward, taking James in with her eyes. If Karen was trying to win his favor, Helene needed to work fast. Karen was a pretty young thing, and there was only one way to compete with that.

"James, darling," she said with a thick tongue, "it seems that our Little Mr. Fix-it has hurt himself. Don't you think Karen could take him to have that checked out while you and I go over some script notes?" Her arms had wrapped around his neck, and she whispered against his ear, "it's the love scene I'm having trouble with."

He stiffened against her body. Helene knew body language, and his was saying "no". Disguising her anger, she pulled away from him with a laugh. "Don't get all rigid on me, James. I was only making a suggestion. Why don't we get this young man in my trailer and check out his foot?"

James had turned red. Whether it was with anger or self-control, Helene had no idea. With only a hint of exasperation she said, "but, if you two would like to continue your little conversation, I suppose I can take care of it myself."

How she was supposed to get the young man in her trailer was beyond her. Her legs had softened beneath her, and strength was not an asset right now, nor was coordination.

Nevertheless, Helene sought to show all of them that she was in control of this situation. She bent down by the boy, readying herself to take his arm around her shoulders. The only thing fueling her right now was anger. Anger that she was losing a game she had created and mastered over the years. Karen was quickly becoming more of an enemy than an ally.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

Karen caught the cold look Helene gave her and kept her eyes guiltily averted.

"James, darling, it seems that our Little Mr. Fix-it has hurt himself. Don't you think Karen could take him to have that checked out while you and I go over some script notes?"

Karen noted that Helene had moved suggestively towards Mr DiCarlo and blushed in embarrassment as she heard Helene's stage whisper;

" ... "it's the love scene I'm having trouble with."

Karen moved her attention to the young man who was obviously in pain. She gave him a shy sympathetic smile.

"Don't get all rigid on me, James. I was only making a suggestion.
Why don't we get this young man in my trailer and check out his foot?"

Karen's attention snapped back at the scarcely hidden anger in Helene's voice.

"... but, if you two would like to continue your little conversation, I suppose I can take care of it myself."

Karen looked aghast, her eyes flying to the James DiCarlo's, a ready protest on her lips.
" ... little conversation ... " ???
What was Helene accusing her of?
What could she say in her own defense?
After all she had done nothing wrong!

Despite her misgivings, her instincts kicked in and as Helene bent down to help the injured man to his feet, Karen darted downwards, kneeling beside him and trying to take some of his weight.
She cast a nervous smile at Helene, who ignored her attempt at peace making and left the burden of supporting the young man to Karen as she turned towards Mr DiCarlo once more.

Karen struggled to support him.
She swayed and tried to draw him upwards.

"Ohhh.. ahh... God.. I... I'm sorry ... let's just try to ... uuuhhh..."

She staggered as she tried to hold him upright, aware only that Helene was now smirking.
Damn. All she needed was to pull her back and she would be laughed clear out of a job!

 

[Paendragon]

James DiCarlo

His face reddened with a mixture of embarrassment (at Helene's public familiarity with him, and her obvious impairment) and anger (at her attempted manipulations).

"but, if you two would like to continue your little conversation, I suppose I can take care of it myself."

She bent to help up the boy, assisted by Karen. The two women left him no room to do anyhting but stand and watch.

His scowl deepened.

Ohhh.. ahh... God.. I... I'm sorry ... let's just try to ... uuuhhh..." Karen looked to be a bit shaky, and tried her damndest to keep the man on his feet.

James placed his hand, gently, on Karen's elbow.

"Let me take him, Karen."

The young girl moved out of the way, looking uncertain. She must feel like her head is spinning, being caught up in the middle of all of this. He felt sorry for her. She was obviously a sweet young woman, and to have to deal with this, when there are so many other things she could be doing.............

The thoughts of what she could be doing brought his anger back again, even hotter than before. Damn you, Helene! You're nothing but a spoiled, angry, bitter, princess, he thought.

One of these days, someone will undoubtedly teach the talented, but tempermental, star a lesson in humility. He would give up his entire stake in this film to be there when it happened. Hell, he was tempted to do it himself...

He stepped in close to the injured man, and lifted the man's arm over his shoulder.

"Someone get the damned door," he growled.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

Karen looked up and felt Mr DiCarlo's hand on her elbow.
The touch was steadying, reassurring.
She hazarded a smile in his direction.

"Let me take him, Karen."

Karen nodded gratefully and moved out of the way.
She darted a glance at Helene who looked far from impressed.
She hovered uncertainly as Mr DiCarlo shouldered the young man helping him walk.

"Someone get the damned door,"

Karen jumped at his growl and pulled open the door.
She watched Helene follow the two men inside and caught her pointed look as she closed the door.
Karen sighed and turned to sit herself on the nearby stack of wood.
She dropped her head in her hands.
For once she wished she were at home!

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Blinded by the pain in his foot Blake was only half aware of what was happening around him. He could hear some voices talking but he could not discern the words or even the general idea of the conversation. Badoom-badoom-badoom -- the pain pounded in his injured foot. He felt someone grab him and lift him up and he winced as his hurting foot changed position. Then people started circling him, pushing, passing, changing, but still he wasn't very much aware of the general idea. Being pulled he did his best to follow and try and not to make his foot hurt any more. Someone growled, something snapped, popped and suddenly he was inside a room or one of the trailers, sitting.

Blake realised he couldn't see anything because his eyes were closed. They were closed because he wanted to keep in mind the sight of Helene's lingerie and place her on a 1981 Harley-Davidson. He opened his eyes and saw Helene and the director above him, one pissed at the other and him in the middle. Badoom-badoom-badoom -- his foot was saying in its boring rhythm. Williams knew better than to be wedged in between two storms.

"Heeey... so what's the big idea?" he had to make himself scarce as soon as possible, pain or no. "The cover's still open and I have to put it back, so if you would please excuse me, I'd like to return to my duties." Badoom-badoom-badoom the foot answered.

 

[Paendragon]

"Stay here. I'll get someone else to finish."

He pulled out his cell, and hit speed dial.

"Artie? James. Send someone over to Helene's trailor. There's a grate, or something, outside that needs to be repared. Right."

He flipped the phone shut.

"Now what the hell happened here?"

He looked around. "And where is Karen?"

 

[soliloquy]

"And where is Karen?" Those words rang in Helene's ears and burned like fire.

"Don't worry about Karen, James. She's perfectly capable of handling herself." No shit. She was trying to get in good with James, and who knows how long before she would be the next big thing to hit the silver screen.

She turned to the young man, hands on her hips. "You'll stay right here. You're obviously hurt. Lay back and let me take a look at your foot."

Helene darted a look at James, and realized that her game was not going to work on him. He was already half out the door in search of Karen. Helene fought back tears of frustration as she imagined her career slipping out of her grasp.

She seized the young man's foot a little too aggressively and he moaned. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." She looked into his piercing blue eyes just before he screwed them shut in agony.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Ungh! First she laughed at him for some strange reason and now she was trying to tear his foot away from the rest of his leg. Now he was sure that his eyes were closed and not blinded by the sudden pain welling up in the middle of his foot. A groan escaped his throat and his fingers closed convulsively on the soft fabric covering the bed. Who would have ever thought that dropping an air conditioner cover on your foot could be so painful. Blake wondered if a bike riding over his foot would hurt as much.

He opened his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead from pain and embarassment. It was the first time that he's been in Helene's trailer and he looked around curiously, taking in everything in one fast sweep that inevitably returned his gaze to Helene. He just couldn't rid his mind of that sexy picture she had presented him before. His eyes followed the contour of her body covered by her gray robe.

 

[Paendragon]

James DiCarlo

"Dammit, woman, you're going to do more damage than you've already done!"

Not that he could do better, of course. He knew nothing about first aid.

he thought about asking Karen to run and get someone, but thought better about it. No reason to bring the girl under fire, again. For some reason, Helene didn't seem to like her, very much.

His eyes wandered down to check out Helene's ass. I might as well get something out of this, he thought. He actually found himself regretting not taking her up on her offer of practice.

He shook his head, and looked up at her face. She was looking at him!

Oh crap. If she saw....

"I'll go get help." he said, gruffly. He headed for the door.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene sighed as she watched James exit the room. She sank down next to the kid and covered her face with her arm. "You and me, kid, we're a pair." She closed her eyes for a bit, and then remembered the poor guy's situation.

Jumping up she said, "Let me see if there's some ice in the fridge." She managed to find some and wrapped it in a towel. Approaching the bed, she noticed the young man's eyes on her. She hoped he wasn't in shock. She was no nurse, that was for sure. She kneeled down and gently took his foot in her hand.

"I'm going to press lightly up your foot. You tell me when it stops hurting." And then she realized that his jeans were going to be an obstacle.

"Well, kid. Looks like we're going to have to get those pants off of you."