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Hmph… [He turned away from her and contemplated her offer. Easily he could accomplish this but the question was; what kind of riddle could he give her?] 

Ooh, you promise? [She grinned and nodded.] Yeah, yeah. Make it slow and dirty if you want. I can take it, I'm a big girl.

Of course it was obvious. A pink elephant standing behind her would have been less obvious. “Not really. You had wandered off while the rest of the competition stayed together, so either you are new to this, or experienced enough to call others peasants and feel no shame about it." Sadly, his boss had ordered him that he wasn’t allowed to bring any potential candidates for characters down. What was wrong with that, though? He hadn’t had the intention to offend them, he was merely offering them the plain truth. Apparently, Tobey was the only guy with permission to be honest. One of these days, that pretentious bastard would get what he deserved.

A nasty streak in her hoped the rest of the applicants saw her talking to him. Even if she was terrible, she knew someone. And that was all it took. Even just knowing the guy with the matches was helpful. "Yeah, I don't think anyone comes down here to get the part of Girl With Bucket. There's a lot more people than I thought, though. You think I got a chance?" She looked over at the group with a slight pout. Of course she didn't. These people had actual experience, and she just had a pair of purple heels. Garfield was better for the role. What was she doing here?

Unbeknonst to pretty much every single person he had met, Garfield had forced himself to endure the arduous path one need to take to become part of the special effects crew for only one reason; the chance to work with what he loved without breaking the law. Yes, special effects included much more than pyrotecnics and explosions, but he had always managed to convince his employers to include them in greater quantities than what they had planned at first. Until now, at least. A romantic movie was, as far as Garfield knew, anything but spectacular explosions and life-threatening fires. Still, they were offering him a great deal of money, and there was a point in every man’s life where he needed to do what brought benefits to his wallet rather than his heart.

There he was, standing not so far from the rest of his crew, casually giving orders to those who seemed a little lost every now and then, his blonde hair combed backwards somewhat lazily and a good-looking beard decorating his chin. Some men had been hired by the film’s big boys, but they had been placed under Garfield’s supervision. He was in charge of them, and, being the responsible owner of a whole company with a reputation that grew with every film, it was his duty to make sure those fellows didn’t mess it up.

From the corner of his eye, he caught what had been the cause of his workers unusual lack of focus that day; auditions for one of the female leads. Slender and beautiful, there was a bouffet of ladies those men would have devoured in no time if they had been given the chance. There was this particular woman, however, who had ventured away from the group. Garfield had to admit he found it unusual, as most women competing for a role usually stayed together and pretended they supported each other. Much to his dismay, this blonde woman had almost tripped over some cables, and he had noticed it. To make it worse, none of his men were there to make sure nothing had been damaged. It was those little accidents that could utterly destroy a film’s outcome.

As he made his way towards the cable, he couldn’t help but notice her body language. Not a single word had reached his ears, but he could tell she hadn’t exactly played a role in plays during her high school years. From there, his feet braked and decided he should check if she needed some help with her lines. Anything would be perfect as long as it kept him away from the non-explosive special effects.

Immediately she felt like tossing her script away and pretending she'd been doing something else. This entire scenario felt like she'd been caught singing in the shower. If this didn't work out, and Nina heard what she'd shot for, the torment would never stop.

The habitual answer to his question was 'no' followed by some demonstration, but in this case, it actually was her first time. "Why, is it obvious?" She turned to see who'd asked, looking back through thick mascara and thicker eyeliner. What could she say, the bright red lipstick made her stand out, stick in memories and get asked for digits. It hadn't failed her before, and that's exactly what you tried for at an interview.

It was easy enough to know he wasn't competition. Everyone here was auditioning for the female lead, and though he probably had more acting experience than her, there was generally a certain look they shot for. A beard didn't exactly match the notes on her script. But it fit him better than a well-tailored suit.

[Edward put his fingers in his ears when she began guffawing laughing (at him of all people!), his pout hardening with each remark. He didn’t like the idea of Echo knowing what occurred. One of them knowing he messed up was bad enough, but two? Oh nooo; he was putting a stop to this now.]