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“señor gran hermano” golpea dos veces la puerta del confesionario “señor gran hermano ¿se puede pasar?” ninguna respuesta pasos aluden su atención y se voltea a primer persona que cruza “¿sabes si atiende a esta hora? tenemos que hablar sobre los requisitos que pedà cuando firmé el contrato” suelta una risa nerviosa “porque no puedo compartir baño con...muchas especies” explica a pesar de no ser requerida una explicación.
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"You're a rather unique lookin' imp," Crimson remarks, eyes slowly roving over their form, "Don't look like you're from Wrath nor Pride. I wanna say maybe Greed but hard to say. You some hybrid?"
Would usually ignore anyone that approaches while reading, but a sense of feeling maybe he should. Look up from his book, getting a sight whom this maybe, see, more an mafia? Way this one dresses and all. Can take a good hint about it, hear him and ask a question.
Never even thought sort of side he was on, if he had to think about his actual parents. “Pride and Greed— be honest feel there might be little wrath how my father acts, but never look into more about my family.” He shrugged a bit, closing a book now. “As for hybrid, guess can say that.” It’s rather complicated to explain, even to show. Would wait on that, “I live in the Pride ring if that what you’re wondering.” Way he speaks more proper than anything, pretty classy one.
HabĂa salido unos segundos, en bĂşsqueda de quiĂ©n pudiera proveerle un cigarro, algo que pudiera calmar intenso nerviosismo que brotaba de aquella excĂ©ntrico conjunto que debĂa de usar. de no considerar nobles sus necesidades hubiera tirado todo por la borda tan pronto fue lo mejor que pudo encontrar acorde a su estilo pero traicionando por completo su personalidad. considerĂł lo mejor, vestirse lejos de sĂ misma para que confusiones no fuesen válidas. Apoyada sobre una de las decoraciones no contaba con la tela de prenda superior cuando un leve movimiento le advirtiĂł que estaba en posibles problemas. Si sus intenciones eran guardar las prendas o luego venderlas por internet, no lo podrĂa hacer si la misma estaba rota. “oye” exclama a quien cruza camino de momento “¿tienes las manos limpias?” eleva una ceja con impaciencia.Â
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Becoming more of an annoyance for Hacker, looking over see Cy chatting with someone. A bot name Chimera, one moment he was fighting with Cy next thing this one comes along and interrupts them both. Now different, the two were having a conversation— sort of catching up. Again they came along, of course Cy runs over to greet them.
Odd feeling… Glared a bit at Chimera when finally stood up to bap the short imp behind the head. “Why don’t you go get something to drink, were sitting here under the heat.” The assassin bot told him, his way of getting him out for a moment. Now just him and Chim—
Did not think this through, just stood there without saying anything… Just great.. then again Hacker was suspicious with this. Turns up all the time with his arms crossed. “So.. What you’re here for? Little weird keep appearing.” As he questioned the other.
“What keep tracking or something?” Brow rose up as well when he added another.
Luna llena bañando de luz las orillas de un lago silencioso y negro como la profundidad de los árboles que le rodeaban, necesitaba salir de la cabaña, incĂłmoda por la idea de compartir con tantos desconocidos ÂżcĂłmo sabrĂa si eran de fiar? ÂżcĂłmo dormir tranquila en un espacio tan cargado de gente? intentar despejar la mente era la mejor manera, inhala, exhala y sĂłlo un rostro aparece en su cabeza, sĂłlo un nombre. maldice sus intenciones, maldice sus razones, desconoce ya el rumbo a seguir. a veces deseaba tanto no haber nacido en su familia. un sonido la espabila y aferra una roca entre sus manos, sin dar cuenta del ruido que genera el chocas de las mismas. poco inteligente delatar su posiciĂłn de esa forma. Canoa cercana sirve como vĂa de escape, y sin dudarlo arroja la piedra a silueta anĂłnima. @kr0ss​
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Tangled in Christmas lights, Danika’s latest project would be filming through the holidays, a fact that bummed out most of the other crew, but not her. She wouldn’t go home for the season if she could avoid it, so being under contract to film gave her a guilt-free excuse not to show up and instead promise great presents in her place with the money she would make. With the stress of that off her back, she was feeling rather chipper, brain free to think of happier ideas like throwing some decorations (of which there were many) up to make the staff feel better too. It was late and she had thought everyone had gone home after spending all day prepping the set for the first day of shooting, so it was the perfect time to decorate sneakily and have everyone come back to the following morning. All but skipping past the trailers with the jumbled lights in her hand, one of the trailer’s lights were on, causing her to pause and wonder who it could be. As she wasn’t first A.D., she admittedly slacked off a bit and hadn’t checked out the casting, having come on last minute. “Hello? Is somebody-- she began, inching closer cautiously when the door swung open, startling her almost as much as the face she saw coming out of the trailer.
“Ch--Char...lotte?”
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With each successful film he made, Andre became more and more in demand which meant the work got harder and the hours got longer. He loved making movies, but hated when his contract with a studio turned making a piece of art into a commercial cash grab that he was basically forced to direct. Like producers, he flipped through scripts looking for a gem he wanted to be a part of, still hoping to find something he could be proud of even though his next project was basically a joke on celluloid. Still, he was determined to make it a hit if only for the sake of his reputation, and that meant calling in one of the best music producers he knew of. Cillian Bristow had a long history of being a talented asshole with a temper and ego that rivaled his own, and while it made for a difficult work environment, Andre knew that the final product would have been something great. o long as they didn’t kill each other.
Walking into the room with coffee as an olive branch, Andre grumbled under his breath as having just gotten off of the phone had him already in a bad mood before the day even really started. “I make one of the scariest most talked about films of the decade, give a whole new generation of kids nightmares from the same bastard that haunted my dreams when I was younger, but I can’t go online without reading about how badly people wanna fuck the clown. Please tell me you didn’t spend all night waving your little stick around but have nothing to show for it. I’m sure you’re exes are fine with that but I need a score for this polished up turd I have to release with my name on it.”
