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 Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:17 pm
 Ah this was her favorite time of day, the night time! A full moon was up, allowing for plenty of light even in the dimly lit park. The raven haired woman walked slowly along the path toward the small pond in the middle of the park. Her pale skin was almost illuminated by the moonlight, made even more prominent by the tight leather corset pushing her chest up for viewing and the equally as tight leather pants that framed her curvaceous figure. Her long coat billowed about her in the gentle wind. She got so inspired during this time, as if the fullness of the moon allowed for a larger flow of creativity through her mind. She reached into her pocket and took out a small box and silver zippo. Opening the box she removed a black slender cig and placed it to her bi-colored lips. A flare of flame revealed her strange concoction of make up as she took a drag before closing her zippo. She blew the smoke into the air, watching it blow with the wind. She was finally at the pond, so she took a seat along the concrete wall. She stared out over the reflective surface, allowing her mind to wander. Chaos lead to order, and thus the chaos of her mind would lead to a orderly movie. Or at least that's what she always thought and what her parents had always told her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:14 pm
Hectic, it was decided, didn’t begin to cover the last couple days. With opportunity knocking at her door and a shoot in the very near future, Renee had spent the last couple weeks devoted to work and little else. In fact, she’d just left her workspace, taking a much needed break and hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before she finished up. Running into an old acquaintance had certainly made things interesting, and yet it had also highlighted the fact that Renee was essentially still a nobody - a nothing. Something she planned on changing very soon.
A slight breeze whispered in her ears and toyed with a few strands of her dark hair as though they were nothing more than breeze’s personal plaything, tugging at her clothes and pushing against her as she strolled through the park, hoping to clear her mind and relax. The pale, silver moonlight was more than enough to light the way, but did not do much to ease the tension that tightened every muscle. Sighing, she traipsed towards where the lake was supposed to be, not really caring that she was taking a rather unconventional route by completely ignoring the paths someone had obviously labored over. Part of being a designer was breaking free of convention, after all.
Her mind completely elsewhere, Renee started absently humming "Beautiful Dead," a song she'd heard from a musical she'd splurged on to get a last-minute ticket. Pulling her jacket closer about her, she didn’t even comprehend that someone else was around until Renee literally bumped into them, a tall, pale figure dressed in black from head to toe, reminding her of the sudden surge of teeny-bopper vampire wannabes back home. She almost laughed at the thought, but caught herself.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” she said as a way of an apology. More than likely, she would simply move on; she just hoped she hadn’t upset whoever she’d bumped into.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:10 pm
L.A. had been lost in her own thoughts as well, not even noticing the person who had walked up on her until they had bumped into her. One day that might get in trouble on these late night walks of hers. Ah well, this one didn't seem dangerous, in fact she seemed about as lost in though as she was. A lovely looking slender asian woman with dark hair, about 7 inches shorter than herself. Maybe a few years older than her.
"No problem my friend. Seems we both have sought the solitude of the night to clear the chaos of our minds," she took a drag off her clove cig, watching as the smoke slowly curled into the air during exhalation. It looked quite lovely against the moonlit sky. Like the smoke slowly rising before the quite would be pierced by a scream as another life is snuffed out but some sort of violent end. Or at least it would in a movie.
"So what chaos plagues your mind this eve? Relationship, work, lack of creativity?" she chuckled a bit, "Mine would be the last."
L.A. had no problem striking up a conversation with random strangers, it let her see personalities that perhaps she could incorporate into her movies. After all a movie was nothing without good personality for the main actors, even the side characters that are only seen once or twice before being killed or disappearing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 1:42 pm
This one, Renee decided, was probably not a local, since she wasn’t getting yelled at for not noticing what was going on around her. That in itself was unusual, but hey, she couldn’t expect herself to be perfect all the time.
The girl she ran into was a little younger (and several inches taller, she lamented with a tinge of jealousy) than herself, with icy blue eyes that contrasted with her glossy dark hair; eerie, but in a rather ethereal sense. Then again, maybe that was just Renee. She wore black leather, so tight it might as well have been a second skin, adding to both her already curvaceous figure and the initial belief that she was probably some sort of goth. And that makeup! It felt like some sort of novelty, a way to express one’s self in a unique way while staying within certain boundaries. Overall, she wasn’t quite sure what to think of this mysterious stranger. She seemed friendly enough, and rather poetic, as well.
“You’ve chosen a good spot to address the problem,” she said with a small smile, nodding to the moon’s reflection on the lake’s still, glassy surface. “I’m looking for an escape, myself, I suppose.” She pushed back a few strands of hair that fell in her face before sticking her hands in her jacket pockets. “Then again, working in such a chaotic city is bound to get to anyone after a while.” At least, Renee thought so, still not used to such a big place. Any other reasons were strictly her own and to avoid them, she decided to deflect the conversation back to this mysterious young woman.
“Lack of creativity?” If appearances were anything, this one had nothing to worry about in that department.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 3:01 pm
"Ah but what would we do if we had no chaos to compare to? Would everything be chaos or would everything be peace? How would we know which is which? Neither is better than the other for one has just as many advantages as the other. Such is the dichotomy of nature, the balance that can bring true beauty," she took another drag, savoring the flavor before releasing the smoke. Chaos was necessary to creation just as peace was necessary to continuation. One stirred things up and the other gave things a path once settled. Her parents had told her this was how it usually worked, especially for her father. He painted whatever came to mind, whatever inspired him. Sure for money he did custom pieces or requests but his passion, his greatest work, came from things he simply saw and gave him a vision. She had always admired him for that and had sought to make her own art similarly inspired. She found it made for more interesting and unique movie concepts.
She smiled at the girl's question about her lack of creativity. Ah yes, many people would laugh at the idea that L.A. lacked creativity. Some of the plays she had put on in high school would definitely speak of her ability to create. But not everything came when she wanted it, sometimes she had slog through the marsh of her brain's concepts to merely get the next scene in her movie ideas. It all just looked simpler after she got it on paper.
"Yes, tis a sad thing. So much to do yet such a thin flow of the juice of which to fill the pitcher. And like all things it is the end that keeps from completion," she lamented. Poor L.A. had been trying for days to come up with the appropriate ending to her movie with no success. Some just seemed too cheesy even for her. Others just made no sense, even to a mind as wild as her own. But she realized she was being rather vague and slightly rude.
"I work for Walk of Fame as a director, well a director in the making so to speak, and I have yet to come up with an ending to my movie. I'm Lenore Annabelle Price, L.A. for short. Sorry, I tend to channel my poet mother when I get writer's block," she grinned a little sheepishly before taking another drag on her cig. "And you are?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:39 pm
Renee listened to the philosophical poetry, nodding as though she understand. In a way, she did; it was something she’d been told and instructed on before, but in a different manner. Still, all paths led to the same end. She understood about lacking the necessary drive for creativity, too: some days, all she could do was stare at a blank page or a piece of fabric. Other times, she could pull a Crimson O’Tara out of her hat and leave others in the dust. A muse was a most cruel mistress.
“That, I can understand,” Renee said with a companionable smile. “It was lovely. I’m sure your mother would be proud of your silver tongue.” She brightened at the mention of Walk of Fame, toffee eyes dancing at the prospect of meeting someone else who had the same drive and desire, though perhaps for a different industry. It was hard to tell - L.A. looked like a model in her own exotic right, reminding Renee of the pin-up girls from the WWII days.
“Renee,” she said with a nod, wondering if it might not be more polite (if not forward) to extend her hand or something. “Renee Cardot. So, you’re with Walk of Fame? I am, too. What sort of movie are you working on?” She sidestepped and came a couple paces closer, a sign that she was warming up to L.A. and their situation.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 7:24 am
L.A. smiled at the chance meeting of yet another fellow Walk of Fame prospect. Maybe this one was all that famous like the others. She didn't recognize the name so most likely she was as well known as she herself was. Ah the company of the unknown, how fun.
"Well, my ultimate goal, heh we all have them, is to write and direct the best horror films in the industry. Fear is such a neutralizer in the human race. Everyone has a fear, be it physical or mental. Children and adults. Rich or poor. It doesn't matter, for it can be the great equalizer. No one is immune to it no matter what they tell you. It is what brings us back to our beginings, flight or fight kind of thing," she stared up in to the night sky as she spoke. The moon, full and high in the sky, rained down a softly light on the pale skinned female. Her eyes seemed even lighter, barely a shade of blue seen in this kind of light. She could have been a model, but she hated dieting. A good steak always tasted good to her. Not to mention she enjoyed having larger curves than some of the sticks currently gracing the runway.
She took a long drag off her cig before grounding what little remained out. It was a nice smell, along the lines of cinnamon. "Ah but I digress. I am working on a zombie movie as of right now. A good start to any horror career, except endings are always so hard to do. Total annihilation? Maybe a few secretly survive. Or maybe the heroes don't win and zombies take over the world. Ah such choices."
She turned back to the woman next to her, admiring her lovely face. Asians always had a sort of exotic beauty that few others held. It was something she had always admired in them, "So tell me if your career. What path along this creative road have you taken?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 8:33 pm
L.A. was rather open about her beliefs; at least, the ones involving psychology. Maybe it was part of her love for horror films, Renee decided as she leaned against the railing. It brought a small smile to her face, recognizing the girl’s passion.
“Why not go for a mix?” she suggested lightly. “Something unexpected. It’d be a risk, but certainly memorable.” And it the world of high-rising fame, memorable performances were everything. She recalled a conversation she’d had with an instructor once on originality, flashes coming to mind as she considered the other girl’s dilemma. “Truth is, a lot of the same things have been done, so maybe you should consider other’s reaction to that, as well.”
Her career, such as it was, was a pain, Renee mused lightly. A passion, a joy, a necessary inconvenience. Not to mention a million other things.
“I’m a fashion designer, myself,” she admitted. “I’m working on a photo shoot at the moment. Actually, I just came from the studio; I needed a break.” She chuckled. “A bit odd, isn’t it, that when we aspire to creativity, we opt for the path that offers the most resistance? Art is interpretation, and we put so much on our own interpretations being prized above all others….what happened to the joy of simply making the art?” Her smile was sarcastic, her tone self depreciating, as though she knew she was a pot calling the kettle black. She’d taken the poisoned apple known as “fame” fully understanding what it would do to her and her career if she wasn’t careful. It was one of the biggest risks she’d ever taken in her entire life,, if not the biggest.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:43 am
"That is true, I've seen plenty of films and somehow I don't see the directors really thinking about their viewing public," she giggled a bit thinking about the "Redneck Zombie" movie she had seen once. Really, contaminated moonshine turning people into zombies.
L.A. smiled as the woman spoke of the loss of doing art for the simple love of the art. Ah her father would die at this moment. She could hear him now, spouting off in french to the point not even she could understand him.
"Ah fashion, a fickle world. As you can kind of tell I don't particularly care about it so long as I feel pretty that day," she chuckled mentioning her own attire. Then she stopped and began to think, the chaos breaking in her mind for a moment and a flash of inspiration hitting. Her pale blue eyes stared at Renee for a bit before she spoke yet again.
"Tell me, I know fashion is about whatever the newest trend ands what not is, but have you ever considered doing a bit of side work as a costume designer? Some of the greatest movies are known for their clothing more than their actors," she lit up another black cig - the smell of cloves and maybe cinnamon wafting lightly through the air as she exhaled.
"The reason I ask is I am in need of someone to help me make the costumes for my zombies. Anyone can throw fake blood and dirt on clothes but it takes someone dedicated to really make the clothes fit the character. If not I understand, but it was merely a thought," she looked to the woman to see her reaction and answer.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:42 am
As offensive as the habit may be to some, Renee actually had no problem with the other woman lighting up another cigarette. It may be bad for you in the long run, sure, but the smell of smoke reminded her of her adoptive father, even if the scent was different. It actually brought back happy memories of her childhood. Renee blinked for a moment; that was certainly unusual.
She gave a self-deprecating smile at the truth of L.A.’s words. Fickle, indeed. That didn’t nearly begin to cover it.
“It’s a risk,” she admitted wryly. “But it’s something I’ve always loved, even when I didn’t realize it.” She chuckled. She could remember doodling when she was young, being in the head director of costumes for school plays, always designing clothes and agonizing over them for hours when designing characters for the blips of stories she’d written…it hadn’t been until a friend pointed out the trend that she’d even considered what could possibly be.
“A costume designer?” She pursed her lips slightly as she considered the idea, fully aware of those chillingly ice blue eyes pinning her down. It felt somewhat passive aggressive in it’s own right from the sheer power coming from that gaze, though Renee was certain that she didn’t mean it. It was one of those things you couldn’t really help.
“I haven’t done any costume work in years,” she said after a moment, studying the dark woman as she tilted her head, her dark eyes shining with the idea. It wasn’t half bad, actually, and it would certainly help bring in the money…so long as the movie wasn’t too out there. After all, if the movie was set to modern day (as they usually were), it’d fall right in her line of work.
“I’ll consider it,” she amended after a moment. “But first, I have to know more about it…”
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:43 am
"Ah it is quite amazing. It is set in modern times, a city in fact. Amongst the homeless and downfallen, a strange virus has begun to spread," she smiled as her mind began to see the vision in front of her. As she spoke she was animated, moving her hands and walking about as if she were directing it as she spoke.
"At first free clinics just think it is a very bad flu bug, and it is rather deadly to the poor population. But it is marked by violence, biting and clawing. Then it starts to spread amongst those of the free clinic. A young nurse, my heroine, comes to the conclusion it is more than a virus," she took a drag off her cig and let it out into the air, watching the smoke.
"But free clinics usually have collage and high school volunteers so the virus begins to spread among the young people in night clubs and parties. Finally it begins to hit the high class side as their children bring it into their homes. The young heroine, along with a friend from collage, try to stop the spread the virus lest it get out of the city. So they band together with local sports teams and such who are unaffected to protect all ways to get out of the city."
She smiled as she saw it. People from different groups coming together in fear and bravery to save themselves and others. Some for fame, some for glory, some for more altruistic reasons. That was human nature after all, the last one being the least common of the three.
"So as you can see, an ending is hard to choose from. What do you think? Think you could make something from bag lady's rags to a rich man's tails?" she grinned a bit, as if it were a minor challenge.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 5:34 pm
Renee listened with polite interest as L.A. described her vision, noting the almost Bohemian affection and pride she had for the dream. The desire to see it come to life was almost tangible. She bit the inside of her lip as she contemplated both possibilities and details.
“I see,” she managed at last with a nod. “I can understand getting stumped on that one, but I’m pretty sure you’ll think of something if you’re already that far ahead.” She gave the other girl what she hoped was an encouraging smile.
“I think I can give it a whirl,” she decided after a moment. “It won’t be until next week or so until I get around to it, though; I’ve got a shoot for Belle to finish up, first. If I can get the memos on a few characters, I can show you some ideas, and we can take it from there, if you like.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:08 pm
"Ah absolutely. We are still interviewing for the parts so I will not even have people for you to fit for at least two weeks. Here," she pulled out a piece of paper and pen, writing something down on it, "this is my email and phone number. If you cannot get documents we can always meet for lunch perhaps and I shall bring reference pictures."
"I can tell you it will be at least ten major costumes then just mass produced others for extras and minor characters. We can always recruit some help to get the mass produced ones," She handed the paper to Renee with a smile, happy to have gotten farther along with her movie planning. It really was quite a lot but she was also helping a fellow Walk of Famer. Connections were important in any industry.
"Ah but it is late and I am in need to late night nourishment. I know of a small hole in the wall that is always open. Cheap as well. Care to join me for a quick bite?" she looked to the woman as she continued to smoke.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:51 pm
Renee's eyes skimmed over the slip of paper L.A. handed her for a moment before she slipped it into her pocket, nodding as the other girl told her about the progress and estimated timeline. So far, she saw no problems with it, and it would certainly give her plenty of time to finish her current work.
"Sounds good," she agreed, smiling as well and even going so far as to give a light chuckle at the mention of a late night side trip.
"Burning the midnight oil, I see." She thought it over a moment. Well, why not? She didn't have many friends, and if nothing else, she'd load up on caffiene for the next day. Too bad it always gave her a bad case of the jitters.
"Why not?" Her smile widened ever so slightly as she gestured away from their peaceful meeting place. "Lead the way."
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 5:51 am
"Ah its the best kind of oil to burn, all the best idea are made during sleep deprivation and caffeine overload," she laughed, a deeper sensual laugh than most women had before starting off down the pathway. As she walked she continued to smoke, taking smaller puffs off her cig to savor the taste. The wind made her silken hair billow behind her before they entered a more sheltered part of the walk.
Down a street and through an alley a light shown from a rather old looking building. Oriental flags hung across the front like a banner. Sounds of bowls clinking and a foreign but Asian language being spoken from inside. L.A. stamped out her cig, expelling the last of the smoke before entering through a simple curtain that appeared to be a door.
On the inside the building appeared to be a small Asian tea house. An older gentlemen, well into his later years, smiled as they entered and walked over.
"Ah, hello mess L.A. Welcome welcome! Aways glad to see our favorate custamor. You come with friend. So nice! We have special tea made! And noodle! Your favorate! Please please! Take seat!" he bowed to the both of them before going into the back yelling something. An angry woman's voice answered him and what appeared to be an "old couple" quarrel seemed to ensue. L.A. couldn't help but smile and take a seat at an old table with a worn table cloth on the top.
"Don't worry, they are always like this. I think his wife hit him on the head with one too many cups," she giggled before removing her coat. Her curves were more prominent now, the dim light giving a golden hue to her skin.
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