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CASEY: wanna go hit baseballs off the roof of an abandoned building?
CASEY: or golf balls
CASEY: tennis balls
CASEY: anything bigger or smaller wouldn't work as well

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text → kendall
CASEY: wanna go hit baseballs off the roof of an abandoned building?
CASEY: or golf balls
CASEY: tennis balls
CASEY: anything bigger or smaller wouldn't work as well

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CASEY: uhh so i got tickets to the wimbledon final
CASEY: and i didn't know who to bring because who the fuck is pretentious enough to be into tennis
CASEY: then i thought of you

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viennagctlins:
“you? indecent? no way.” vienna shook her head, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. “still…i–i promise i had good intentions. they should really, like, work on labeling the trailers differently or something.” casey’s smile made vienna’s insides do a somersault, and she made a mental note to freak out to parker about this way later. right now, though, she had to play it cool. after a moment, vienna dumbly realized she had been staring, and instantly took a sip of her drink to calm her nerves. “anyway, um…next time, maybe we won’t crash into each other and we’ll just so happen to meet up under normal circumstances.”
casey glanced over his shoulder, as though somebody was watching him -- though, wasn’t he always being watched? he took a step closer to vienna, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “there are these batting cages in burbank that i usually go to every afternoon when i’m not shooting, which i’m not today. it’s usually pretty empty at that time of day, so it’s perfect for two people who wanna hang out without making a scene.” he could hear his publicist screaming at him in his head, but after having to deal with isla’s disappearance for god knows how long, wasn’t it time he did something for himself?
bean-hood:
it hadn’t even been five minutes since bean had finished on set for the time being, and she was, as usual, already huffing about the incessant stupidity of some people. perhaps she’d shoved the door open a little too hard, grimacing as it bounced off the wall behind it. after gently easing it shut, she moved to take a seat near to casey – one of only a handful of people she’d be able to tolerate at the moment of – and wordlessly grabbed the bowl of popcorn he slid towards her. a few minutes of silence passed as bean calmed herself by eating some of the popcorn, before she finally spoke up. “you know me far too well.”
a small smirk formed on casey’s face at bean’s comment, flipping to the next page in his script. “why pretend that music soothes the savage bean when it’s actually food?” he mused, glancing over at her. “so whose obituary am i gonna be reading in tomorrow’s paper? my money’s on that king guy again; you’ve killed him about six times now, right?”
viennagctlins:
vienna wasn’t paying attention, as per usual. her attention had been drawn to all the different corners and crevices of the coffee shop. she did a double take as she heard her name, locking eyes with casey. she had indeed walked into his dressing room, but at least it’d been an accident. or had it? vienna smiled apologetically, cheeks flushing with color. “i–i did, that was me. did i ever apologize for that?”
“a few hundred times in the moment, i believe,” he joked, giving her a smile. they were rare on him -- and only when he genuinely meant them. “luckily i wasn’t too indecent; nothing half the world hasn’t seen from locker room footage or scenes from the broke pack.” was it weird that so many people he’d never met had seen him shirtless? he didn’t usually give it too much thought.
giving the barista a nod of thanks as he took his coffee, he turned and almost bumped into someone. he raised his cup above his head to keep it from spilling and focused his eyes on his almost assailant. “it’s vienna, right?” he asked -- of course he knew who she was, though; he’d basically grown up with life: by leah. not that he’d admit that if anyone asked. “you walked into my dressing room the other day.” // @viennagctlins
“you could’ve at least given me a heads up,” casey said, lacing his fingers with isla’s across the table. their first public ‘date’ after her arrival back in town was highly publicized, and he wished he would’ve pushed for somewhere with walls and dim lighting, rather than this outdoor cafe where they were within striking distance from a hoard of paparazzi. “playing the heartbroken guy gets old after about two months. at least i could’ve done it on my own terms; gone down to arizona to watch a training camp or something.” // @islcs

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script in hand, casey sat with his feet propped up on the table of one of the few shared spaces on the lot -- he could only take so much ‘together time’ with the same ten people. glancing up when he heard the door swung open, he was almost relieved when he saw bean -- truth be told, company could’ve been a lot worse. as she sat down near him, he slid his bowl of abandoned popcorn her way without a word, turning his eyes back to his script. // @bean-hood
hey guys so i’m obvi taking advantage of the no waiting rule lmao anyway here’s casey
( sean teale / cismale / he/him ) the paparazzi have spotted CASEY SEAVER, the TWENTY-FIVE year old ACTOR who’s currently working as ROMAN MCLEAN on THE BROKE PACK. the tabloids have called them INDEPENDENT and HARD-WORKING, but also PESSIMISTIC and STUBBORN. during their time in the spotlight, they’ve been dubbed the HAS-BEEN.