Beyond the Curtain.

[Ravenloft]

OOC: The idea behind this thread is for us all to bring in our best rp characters and play them as if they were actors, playing their parts, kinda a behind the scenes documentary or something to that effect.

IC:
Cervantes:
With a scowl, Cervantes stormed off his ship. "Thats it, thats the last time I take direction from that piss ant. No more, never!" He shouted in agitation. Someone shouted "Makeup." Behind him but he just kept walking, finally flopping back in his chair. Two women came over and started applying a fresh coat of make up to his face. He lifted his hands trying to stall them. "Come on, not now ladies... Just give me a minute... Damn it... I need to breath..." They looked at each other, rolled their eyes and walked off. A short, pudgy fellow walked up to him then. "What are you doing? Damn it, we're over budget and over schedule, we don't have time for any more of your pissy attitude..." The man said in a hiss of a voice. "Fuck off, get Kevin Smith if you're so pressed for time, I'm done, I walk." Cervantes growled as he leaned back in his seat, sipping a bottle of evian. "You can't, you're under contract..." was all the man standing before him could sputter in reply.

 

[hybirdx]

ooc; cool this sounds cool



ic;"hey cer whats going on?''kasamaru came from his own post wich wasn't going so good.''geezz!who's the pillsbery lookalike?''

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hey raven, glad to see you back. Good idea.

IC: Korr removed the fake set of discolored teeth from this mouth, revealing the brightest smile ever seen. "Korr want.." achem "please bring me my bottle of chatue' 72 I requested.", Korr said in the most delicate british accent.

The champagne glass looked like a shot glass when helded in his enormus hand. He sipped the bubbly and immediatly spit it out!!! "YOU CALL THIS CHATUE' 72? THIS TASTES MORE LIKE CHATUE '89. AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SERVE CHAMPAGNE COLD, THIS IS BARELY ROOM TEMPERATURE!!!" Korr threw the glass against the wall shattering it, "JUST BECAUSE I'VE BEEN TYPECASTED AS A BARBARAIN DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!!! I PLAYED ROMEO IN COLLEGE FOR GOD SAKES!!!" Korr slammed the door, annoyed, and procided to binge on a box of Pepperidge farm Milano cookies.

 

[hybirdx]

ooc: aye caramba dude calm down!lol!


ic: kasamaru ignored the directors extreamly loud yellingthat could break a bullet proof window."lemme guess.korr's on a angry rampage because he got warm champaine?''

 

[Ravenloft]

J.C.:

"The pillsbery lookalike just so happens to be this arrogent bastards manager..." The squatt fellow said as he turned sharply upon Kasamaru. "And if you please..." Cervantes stood in annoyance. "Shut up, just shut up J.C., I... I have a head ache, I'm going to my trailer..." Cervantes goaned as he rested the back of his hand to his forehead and started to turn away. "You... But... The contract... You can't! You're supposed to be on set, RIGHT NOW! If you leave now, Cameron will fire you, I guarentee!" J.C. tried to reason, but Cervie wasn't listening...

"Fuck, no one can talk sence to that asshole..." J.C. growled then looked over toward Kasamaru. "What are you looking at? You think YOU could have done any better?! Pft, PLEASE!" He scoffed.

 

[hybirdx]

of course i could unless he's in one of his "get the hell out of my way or i'll stab you!''mood.he's a good friend of mine.for crying loud.kasamaru taken of his shield and let his wings rest....damn i hate short tempered people heh heh heh heh!

 

[Ravenloft]

J.C.:

"Well, be my guest then..." J.C. spat as he turned away. "If he doesn't get out there and act, he's gonna get canned..."

Cervantes fell back into his small trailer bed, rubbing his temples. "Fucking bloody bitch, that Cameron... Always yelling... Doesn't he realize talent when he sees it?" Cervantes whined to himself as he sat up slowly. "I need a fucking fix..." He lamented as he cast his eyes about the barren trailer.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Leonce

With a heavy sigh I wlaked off the set and looked at my hands. "Damnit!" I growled with much annoyance. "I am always cutting myself on this shoot." It always annoyed me when I got hurt at work.

Pulling a smoke from a set aside pack I motion to one of the cameramen for a light. "Thanks, man," I say softly as I look at my fingernails, no point in getting a manicure til long after this one is over. I shrug to myself and sigh out a cloud of smoke.

Looking around, and seeing Cervantes throwing a famous tizzy, I shake my head and search for a cup of coffee. Hoping no one offers me a drink while we take five. The Abisynthe still tingling my lips and tongue from the set.



OOC:
Ravenloft, this is such a cool idea. I love it. Though it is very hard to write Leonce with anything but intoxicated insanity. *grin*

~Swash~

 

[hybirdx]

"yo cer!i know you're in there!open up before i kick the door down and kick your ass!!!!!''wham!!kasamaru kicked down the door and grabed cer."whats the matter with you!you wasn't like the last time i hung out with you!''

 

[KillerMuffin]

I have one character to choose from. What a rip.

IC:

It was definitely time to renegotiate. Her agent just happened to be elsewhere as always. It was probably time to get a new agent.

She waved the make-up artist off and wondered what it took for a girl to get her own trailer around here. Then again the producer looked like Jabba the Fucking Hutt and she had to have some scruples.

She was a star, dammit, an up and coming eat-your-heart-out Julia star. Everyone in Idaville said so.

"Why does my character have to be named Muffin???????"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Get you're hands off me!" Cervantes shouted in annoyance as he glared at Kasamaru, batting at the man's thick bicepts. "Damn it..." Cervie settled down suddenly, slumping into a sulky posture. "Its this damn movie, everything about it... Why would Cervantes rescue that Muffin girl AND let her stick around for no aparent reason? And the way the fall in love at the end... What horse shit... I'd thought Cameron knew what he was doing, but I guess he doesn't and now, he thinks he can fire me?! I'll just fucking walk, thats what I'll do!" Cervantes stood up. "What kinda name is Muffin for a frence scullery maid anyway?!"

 

[hybirdx]

"heh!for a guy who used to make alot of trouble when we was young you shure changed alot!you think you got problems on the set?sheess!you should look at mine it's not even going bad!''

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Tightening his brow, Cervantes looked up at Kasamaru. "Huh?" He shook his head. "Kas, some times, you really confuse me..." Cervie groaned under his breath as he rubbed his temples again. "Anyway, what chop socky movie are you doing these days. That Cameron prick has me on another romantic action flick... I don't care if he DID do Titanic, this script is incipid!"

 

[hybirdx]

kasamaru couldent help but laugh."oh come on he can't be THAT bad!and any way.......how did you end up here any way?i know you and you're not the over the rommance boundry type''.cervie just looked up and said"shut up''

"ok ok...why don't you just give it another try eh buddie? now come on before tubbo begins the screach from hell again!and what the hell is incipid!?!"

 

[PmTick]

Korr stormed out of his dressing room shaking the bottle of champagne. He tossed it on the ground and yelled at one of the stage hands passing by, "THIS ISN'T WHAT I ASKED FOR THIS IS PISS!!!! THIS IS PURE URINE!!"

 

[hybirdx]

korr chucked another glass while kasamaru was walking by"yeow hey watch it!damn!don't anybodie have some dignaty around here escept for me ang cervie!?!damn!!!!!hey tubbo cervie should be comming out in a bit!''

 

[Zircon]

IC:
Cerriel:

'Now where the F*** did everyone go?' These damn stick-on ears and smelly leather armor is begining to stink.

IF everyone is leaving, then I'm going to the costumer and give her a piece of my mind about laundrying these costumes. Geez, the laundra-mat is just around the corner.

But first, to take these ears off. Gosh, it iches so much that I'm begining to forget my lines.

'Hey, Korr, want to grab a drink after I get out these costumes and take off my fake ears?'

Guess that was a no, when I saw the broken champagne bottle flying though the air.

Ah...Well.


OOC: this thread is hilarious, Ravenloft...

 

[PmTick]

Korr looked over at Kasamuru, "My apologies fellow thesipian, it seems that the staff has NO RESPECT FOR THE TALENT!!!" Korr, still wearing his pink silk bathrobe he wore after a hard days work to relax and "feel pretty" as he put it, turned his attention over to Cerriel. "That depends you buying?"

 

[hybirdx]

eh i got paid big tyme because shining blaze x wasn't going so well since some of the cast isn't working they paid me too much so....i'll buy

 

[PmTick]

"Then let's get smashed!! Let me just put my robe away." Korr ran to his dressing room and discarded the pink overgarment and returned to the backstage area. "Alright I'm ready"

 

[Zircon]

IC:
Cerriel:

'Thank you Kasamaru. Well there's your answer, Korr. But first, let me get out of this stupid costume. Don't want to chase the ladies away by my smell...'

 

[Arc da Rat]

Trilla

OOC: OOO I get to be in a story with KillerMuffin & Swashbuckler...

Trilla comes off the set ... "Really I need a break these violet contacts are killing me & I can't see pass 20 feet clearly with them on." She slips off the silvery-blonde wig revealing a brunette with shoulder length hair. Standing in front of her makeup mirror, she takes out the contacts & slip a pair of silver rimmed glasses. "Mitch, call me when the next scene is filmed. Will you sweetie." She say as she hands her contact case & wig to her assistant. "I'll be in my trainer luv, playing EQ." She walks into her trainer, as her assistant sputters "But But But ... "

 

[hybirdx]

"hold on lemme ge this ninja gear off''walks for a few steps befor j.c. luges down his throat complaining about cervie not arriving yet

 

[Rockingham]

The wind rustled his hair softly as he pulled out a small napkin. He wiped his mouth. During a few scenes he had taken it upon himself to drool at will. It was perfect for the character, but really bothered him.

Honestly, it seemed like each day he was playing this character dumber and dumber. The poor Rockingham character was almost like a lap dog to Cervantes. A human lapdog.

Not that he complained, hell, for 18 million he would play it any way that Cameron wanted. Still, there was scruples to worry about.

He'd hate to be always linked back to the mentally challenged character from that pirate movie. Then again, when Tom Hanks did it, it made his career soar.

Speaking of which, he had a call to return.

"So, are we done for a while yet?"

There were certain producers and assistants running about, still trying to make the scene work, but even he knew it wouldn't happen. He'd worked with J.C. long enough to know when taping was over.

"Right, when things are underway, send someone to get me, I'll be in my trailer."

He walked inside, taking off the wig. It was black hair, very scraggly and looked like something Rocky would have as a hairstyle. His hair was very short and very blonde. Cameron would have liked him to use his real hair, but he had just finished off the new Spiderman sequel, and hadn't had enough time to grow it out.

Picking up the phone, he scooped out a business card off of his desk and dialed it up. It rang twice.

"Yes?"

He moved over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, "Hi, is this Tom?"

"Richard, you finally decided to call, eh?"

"Yeah, I just got off shooting, and we aren't quite done yet. I would love to chit chat, but I don't have a lot of time, what did you want?"

"Well, there's a new movie I'm doing, Road to Perdition, you might have heard of it..."

"Something might have come through the grapevine."

"There's just a couple of scenes left, and I'd like you to do a little something. It's a small part, but it could really use your touch."
Richard looked out his window, not seeing anything going on back at the set, he paused for a moment. He took a sip of water.

"What will I be playing?"

"Just a goon for one of the affiliates. I told the producers to hang onto this role just for you, you have to say yes."

"When's the shooting begin?"

"Oh, yes, excellent. Don't worry, I'll have the script sent over to you, along with filming dates, it shouldn't be more than a couple of days, don't worry."

"Thank you Tom."

He hung up before the man could reply. Sighing, he set the phone down and took a seat for a moment. That would make three movies this year alone. Talk about stretching oneself thin. He ran a hand through his hair. Where had everything gone?

One year ago he was a stagehand at a local high school. Now? Now he was everywhere. Agents calling on him, producers after him, guest star appearances, comercials, movies, even the WWF wanted him.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he took another big drink, and relaxed for a couple of minutes. As soon as he felt ready, he emerged, ready to work once again.

 

[caspai]

Dominique

OOC: *kisses* to Ravenloft for a wonderful idea. I have wanted to do something with this character again for a very long time.

IC:

Looking around at the boxes and piles of candy canes that are stacked around my trailer, a shiver comes over me.

You know, Celia, some people are just weird. They take one scene out of one obscure movie, and they become fixated on it. OK, I will admit, it was a very dramatic scene, but you would think after all this time, I could have gotten away from it. It was just a low budget fantasy, after all. You would think they actually believed you could stab someone through the heart with a candycane. What? How should I know if you can or not, I have never really tried to kill anyone that way!

Glaring daggers at my dim-witted assistant, I wonder where they find these people. Did they breed people this stupid? Just as I am about to leave, the phone rings. Before Celia can answer it and provide more chaos than she had done earlier today, I pick up the handset and speak into it.

Hello? Yes, I know, I am due in costume in three minutes. It won't take me more than ten to get over there, so what is the problem? Yeah, yeah, whatever. I will be there when I get there.

Hanging up the phone, I stand up and straighten my bright red leather mini skirt, and pull down the matching leather halter that showed off the blood red rose tattoo on my right shoulder. Make-up was always having a fit about covering that up. I don't know why the bother to worry about it. The kinds of people my movies appealed to wouldn't mind a tattoo. My agent was always screaming about the money that could be made in mainstream movies, but I just had too much fun playing the bitch. The heels of my bright red ankle boots click on the floor as I walk to the door of the trailer.

Celia, please don't answer the phone. My voice mail will take care of it. And, see what you can do with all of these candy canes. I am tripping over all of them. Jesus, you would think people would get a clue.