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Post by Vivian Cantor on Aug 30, 2008 23:06:41 GMT -5
Vivian sat down at the small rounded table in the corner, setting her over sized bag down next to it. The bag was brown with some kind of whorl design on it that was a darker brown color, it had most of her makeup, hair clips, phone, iPod, etc, etc. She pretty much carried her life around in that beat up old thing. She set her coffe down on the table, she had ordered just a rergular coffee, and Vivian thought the cashier's eyes were going to bug out of his skull. Vi supposed he was so used to people ordering some kind fancy drink that when someone ordered something that was ordinary it seemed, well, unordinary.
Her clothing style was a bit away from the ordinary, she was wearing a white tank top over a long sleeved shirt, a red plaid skirt, and some grey stockings and a pair of laced up boots. She crossed her legs as she glanced out the window
Vivian then slipped into the chair at the table and slumped down in it. She felt immensly bored, since school had started she had fewer people to talk to. Most of the people she had been friends with had already graduated and gone on to bigger and grander things, while she was still stuck here with less friends and less things to do. She sighed and picked up her drink and took a sip from it. She coughed loudly as the hot drink scalded her lips and tounge. d**n coffee makers, probably wanted to get revenge on her for ordering ordinary nuts.
She set her drink down and glanced down at her bag. Dear god, the weekend was boring during the day. The night she went far to find a party, although this was the UK, she still could find some decent parties, many actually d**n cool. Of course she rarely made friends at parties, she was there to have a good time, not chit-chat about how their day was. She leaned down and pulled her phone out of her bag and checked it... nope, no messages. She tossed the phone onto her bag, making a small thump noise as it slid off the bag. She sighed yet again. |
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Post by Morgan Queller on Sept 6, 2008 18:54:50 GMT -5
"Triple espresso no foam." said a brown-haired guy with highlights. He was holding his head and squinting from the light. He had a shoulder bag with him as well. "And if you even try to be cheerful and smile I will take a toothpick and stab your face." he grumbled. He payed for the drink and grabbed the cup.
He turned and shuffled away from the register. He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, black socks and dress shoes. He also had a tie on, just red though. He had a fedora on and looked around. He didn't want to sit alone. He didn't have to though, he found Vivian.
"Hey. I'm going to sit here." He said, not asking. Dropping his bag to the floor he drank his coffee. "Last night...it's a bit fuzzy...were you there?"
He couldn't remember where the party was but he did know that they had some great drinks and better women. "God my head is pounding..." Morgan said. He pulled his laptop out of his bag and opened it. The deadline wasn't going to change just because he had a hangover, there was another visual effects project that needed to be finished.
"Thanks for letting me sit here." Morgan said before getting started.
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Post by Vivian Cantor on Sept 18, 2008 13:21:59 GMT -5
Vivian glanced up when someone walked up to the table she was sitting at. It was Morgan, that much was clear, no one quite wore clothing like Morgan. He made everyone seem under dressed while, even though he was wearing stuff most people would wear to a wedding, he wore his clothing like they were just a t-shirt and jeans. Vivian had seen Morgan in t-shirt and jeans a few times and it weirded her out a bit, Morgan was the well dressed one, if Vivian hadn't known how straight of an arrow Morgan was, she would have sworn he was gay.
And now Morgan showed off one of his other traits that made him Morgan, his pushy-ness. He quickly told her, not ask, that he was going to sit with her. She shrugged slightly. Whatever, she'd like the company anyway. Then Morgan started talking about some party or another and Vivian spoke up for the first time. "Nope, I wasn't there, I was at a party but not one you were at," She said honestly. Morgan was one of the few friends she had that she didn't try to avoid at a party.
"That's your own fault, shouldn't drink so much," Viv replied, shaking her head slightly as though she were dissapointed in Morgan. She had been in Morgan's spot more then once, a hell of a lot more back in the States then she here. Mostly because she had a few more friends who would hold her hair back while she vomited into a toilet, unlike here. Stuck up Europeans.
"No problem, I always happily agree when you ask," She said in a teasing manner. She leaned forward and tapped the top of his laptop. "Going to do some work here? You should have been a screenwriter, then you could brag about all those screen plays you write while in a coffee house."
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Post by Morgan Queller on Sept 18, 2008 22:16:52 GMT -5
"Really, because there was this brunette I was hanging out with and...that's not important. But yeah, I need to clean up some vectors for this project Jack and I are working on." He told her. He could have sworn she was the one he was making out with behind a ragged couch.
"And telling me to stop drinking is like looking in a mirror and telling that girl to stop drinking, we both know that's not going to happen." Morgan said with his classes smirk and a stretch. He brushed his cuffs a few times before going back to the laptop.
"But the thing is, if I was a screenwrite, then I would have to write about how I write in a coffee house and then elaborate upon writing about writing in a coffee house while in a coffee house and then the whole thing turns into that snake eating it's own tail."
He turned his laptop around and played a minute long clip of a student running down a hallway that was randomly blowing up. "Seamless? It seems a bit choppy around 20 seconds in and then it goes back to normal."
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Post by Vivian Cantor on Sept 18, 2008 22:39:46 GMT -5
Vivian just shook her head agian and smiled. Whoever Morgan had been with had either been very lucky, or idiotic. She figured it was the latter and continued to listen to Morgan. Morgan did hang out with Jack a lot, poor girl was probably crazier then Vivian was. Sometimes Vivian found it so hard not to hit Morgan over the head with the heaviest object near her. If she did, Morgan would probably make some snippy remark about it. Oh well, it would be pleasing for a few seconds anyway.
She smiled sweetly at Morgan and pointed at herself. "Sweet little me? Never, I would never drink so much that I'd vomit over everything and everyone," She said, referencing a event that had happened early on in their friendship. "And anyway, if you notice, I'm the picture of health today. Unlike yourself would probably wouldn't like it if I talked loudly," Vivian said, glancing around the coffee shop.
She leaned forward and watch the little video on the screen. Once it was over she sat up straight and shrugged. "I'm just the girl who puts the make up on the pretty little actressses and gets them dressed up so they can go out and make money. It's what makes the world go round," Vivian said with a small sigh and then quickly added on to what she had been saying, "Pretty girls, not money."
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Post by Morgan Queller on Sept 18, 2008 23:20:33 GMT -5
"It wouldn't matter if I was hung over or not, I still wouldn't like to hear anybody talk loudly." Morgan said, which was true, the only place people are allowed to yell at are on set, if they aren't there then they should be smacked upside the head and violated with a flail.
"At least you get to work with the high matinence props, whenever one of those is around me they do something stupid, I yell at them, and then the director has to pretend to fix the situation. It's not my fault they can't pay enough attention to not stumble over the power cords and destroy all the footage we had." he rambled on a bit. Oh how he hated that little day, and all it's extended repeats.
"It's enough to make you want to take a corkscrew and ruin their careers, leaving them empty and bitter and funnier to watch. Not to mention the recording of the reconstruction surgery would make for a pretty kick ass gag-reel." Morgan said with a smile. Some would say that he had a morbid sense of amusement, he would say that its really just that d**n funny.
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Post by Vivian Cantor on Sept 21, 2008 0:26:13 GMT -5
Vivian laughed slightly. "Well then you must not enjoy parties that much, what with all the loud talking and loud music," Vivian said in a sarcasitc tone as she arched an eyebrow. She smiled slightly and then continued, "But I suppose that's a different situation all together, you're way to drunk to pay attention to what most people are saying at a party, right?"
Vivian then waved a hand slightly and said, "Please, you're just getting the end result, most of those prissy little girls need you to stand there, for a few hours, getting their makeup perfect," Vivian said, leaning forwards towards Morgan. "And do you know how many times I have acheived perfection? Not enough to satisfy the actresses or actors or my teachers or any of the directors. All the thanks we get it a little nod of thanks." Vivian pointed at Morgan and said a bit spitefully, "At least everyone knows you people are the real backbone behind the movie, they know you set up the lights, set the stage, set everything up for their prissy little asses to prance upon."
Vivian then shrugged when Morgan brought up stabbing one of the actresses. "Sure, ruining a career would be nice, but it's not fun enough," She said with another shrug. For some reason she just didn't feel like stabbing them. Maybe it was because they were already so self-absorbed. Maybe it was just more fun to watch them self-destruct on their own.
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Post by Morgan Queller on Sept 21, 2008 22:24:43 GMT -5
"Then again we don't have to deal with total strangers recognizing us. And true, everyone thanks the people the build the set and shoot the scene, but we don't get one third the recognition the moving props get." Morgan said, the two just complaining about how shallow their industry was.
"But we're not picked because we look good and we don't have to starve ourselves and memorize those innane lines. While the people that made This Island Earth watched it dozens of times at least they didn't have say the lines."
He drank more of his coffee, pretty much chugging it, and went back to work on the hallway scene. Sure it was cheesy movie, but that was partly the point of the movie, to be intentionally bad to get some ironic laughs. He didn't plan it though, he's a good worker drone, just doing what he's told within reason. If there was a redeeming quality to him, which he would say there were plenty of, it was that saw things to the end and didn't flounder about and jump ship when the waters got a little rough.
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