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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:02 pm
Normally, I wouldn't do this.
But, I want the perfect Spike and the perfect Immortal.
Hell.
I also want the perfect Fred and Cordy.
So, I what I want from you is a sample of how you'd play that character, any kind, you can include and god-mod other characters for this sample post.
Make sure you "sound" like the character. I'd like to be able to PICTURE that person saying those lines.
And simply busting out british slang for spike is weak, come on.
we can all go
"Bloody buggerin hell, I've smoked my last soddin' f**." (uh cigarette, perv)
and so---- let the character auditions begin!
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:04 pm
"Bullocks, knickers, oh Bloody Hell. I'M ENGLISH!"
I win. Can I be Spike now? rofl
Should I even ATTEMPT to audition to make it look like I tried?
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:20 pm
if your audition is better than the rest, i cant exactly put aside my views on not feeling comfortable with you as spike .
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:02 pm
Oh, gosh, I'd just LOVE to try out for the role of fred, but, *laughs softly*
I'm just sure ya'll wouldn't want someone like me playin' such an important part - unless, of course, you like timid? *smirks at self*
not that you all would WANT someone timid, i mean, who does? I mean, we could work it out mathematically, the probability of ya'll wanting a timid fred or a self assured fred, but after all the formulaic equations i'd written out on the walls of that cave.. oh you wouldn't know about that cave.
*is silent*
it was bad.
*silent more*
but then *brightly* I was saved! and now i'm here, auditioning for you sillies, hopin against hope that ya'll will choose me.
*is silent again*
do i say cut?
*giggles*
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 8:58 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:52 pm
They called him "The Immortal." A big go-doer, business-man sort of guy. Liked to settle things with a bit of a bang, if done wrong. But he was that sort of man you looked at and could never see having a bad-bone in his body. The way others would talk to him, do things for him. It hadn't surprised him most the time.
The Immortal sat in one of his limo's, outside a small town, one smaller than his own, gazing out his tinted windows at the passer-byers. It was as if they strived for attention toward one another. Buying their partner a gift wrapped in sparkling wrapping paper and a bow. Such sweetness. Kind hearts they all had. Yet it didn't surprise him. Material things impressed humans so much, that he knew when sending an invitation for a party, or an apology of some sort- that perhaps one of his workers caused a wrong in- it would please the person somehow.
If that didn't work, he could just pay them a visit. That had been more rare for him; Even then he'd just flash them that famous charm of his. Immediately they'd fall to his feet in praise.
His hand had been cupped to his chin for quite sometime now. To settle down for a bit in this place, it could be too little of work for him. About to open his mouth to beckon the driver, he paused when seeing a young blond girl exit a store, a flashy smile on her face. She seemed to have rolled her eyes at a younger girl with long, brunette colored hair. This, he sensed, to be her sister, with the way her face flashed in speaking to her. Following along was a red-headed girl nudging a man slightly taller, bulkier, with brown hair and an eye patch.
This group interested him. That's why he stopped.
In an Italian accent, this man spoke to his driver. "Park to the side." His head, once more, turned to the window, his gaze on this young blond woman again. There was this strange sense he could get off her that told him she wasn't like many others. That she was strong.
Slowly, a smirk appeared on his face. "I have to meet her."
There's my Sample for now. Could say I tried at least. razz
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:11 pm
and about the immortal.
this is what we know of him.
taken from season 5 of angel. spike and angel go to rome.
SPIKE
What happened? What happened?!
ANGEL
(stops near the elevator, turns to face Spike and Gunn)
The Immortal.
GUNN
The who?
SPIKE
(sighs)
The foulest evil hell ever vomited forth.
HARMONY
Worse than you?
ANGEL
He was spotted in Rome near Buffy's—
(turns back toward the elevator)
GUNN
Wait a minute. Rome. That's where the Capo died.
SPIKE
Oh, wait a minute. That's definitely his M.O.
HARMONY
The Capo's?
ANGEL
The Immortal. He whacks the Capo, lures me to Rome, takes out a slayer and a vampire with a soul.
SPIKE
(joins Angel)
You really think we could take him?
SPIKE
(follows Angel onto the elevator)
Look, we get the Capo's body, we rescue Buffy, we stop The Immortal. It's that simple. Unless he kills you, which would be sad.
ANGEL
He's not gonna kill me.
SPIKE
(smirks)
Not if I'm with ya.
ANGEL
Me and you. This is a dangerous mission that's only gonna get worse if we don't put aside our differences. Look, we have to work together on this to stop The Immortal and save Buffy.
WILLIAM
(looks up at his shackled wrists)
That right b*****d.
ANGELUS
The Immortal thinks he can do this to us?
WILLIAM
He doesn't know who he's dealing with.
ANGELUS
Well, he's about to find out.
(struggles against his restraints)
Aagh!
WILLIAM
He's gonna curse the day he ever crossed purpose with Angelus.
ANGELUS
And William the Bloody.
WILLIAM
(both grunting as they struggle to get free)
We'll see just how immortal he is when we're done with him.
ANGELUS
We'll carve him up like a Sunday roast and make him watch as we feast on his steaming flesh.
(they both struggle to get free of their shackles, but make no headway)
Yaaaagh! Aah! Unh!
(gasps for breath)
How you doin'?
WILLIAM
Bugger.
ANGELUS
Arrr!
(escorted by two body guards, a man walks into the room wearing a fine suit; he takes off his hat and gloves)
Your master send you to do his dirty work? Ferry us to hell, then. We'll save a spot for him—next to the fire, the mangy, dung-lickin'—
(slaps Angelus gently in the face with his gloves)
Bit over the top there, are ya?
MAN
(unshackling Angelus first, then William)
His benevolence The Immortal wishes to convey his regrets at having detained you, but your recent actions against his concerns merited stiff reprimand.
WILLIAM
His concerns?
ANGELUS
This is our city. We were here first.
MAN
No, actually, he was. 300 years ago. And now he's back. You will leave this city tonight and never return under a penalty of death so swift that—
WILLIAM
"His benevolence The Immortal."
ANDREW
Right, because you two both—
(nods, crosses his arms)
Yeah. She's not here.
ANGEL
Where'd she go?
ANGEL
To meet The Immortal.
SPIKE
By herself?
ANDREW
I told you I had plans.
ANGEL
When did she leave?
ANDREW
Just missed her.
SPIKE
Then we're not too late.
ANGEL
Of course, it could be worse.
ANDREW
You're telling me.
(plops himself onto the couch)
Most nights they never leave the house, just curl up on the couch and snuggle.
ANGEL
(frowns, hurt)
There's snuggling?
ANDREW
For starters.
(sits up)
Wait. Uh, you didn't know they were...together?
SPIKE
(looks at Angel)
It's worse.
ANGELUS
(to Darla) Did he hurt ya?
DARLA
(writhes, smiles naughtily)
Not until I asked him to.
(stands, wrapped in a sheet)
Oh, come on. Have you seen him? With the eyes and the chest and the...
(sighs blissfully)
immortality.
WILLIAM
We're immortal.
DARLA
(in the corner dressing, putting on a robe)
Not like him. I mean, he's not some common vampire. He's—I don't know what he is. A giant. A titan straddling good and evil, serving no master but his own considerable desires.
ANGELUS
Darla—
DARLA
And spiritual. Did you know he spent 150 years in a Tibetan monastery? Which I guess explains all the desire.
ANGELUS
He's my arch-nemesis.
DARLA
Darling. It was just fornication.
(chuckles)
Really great fornication.
WILLIAM
(steps in for a closer look at Darla)
She's glowing, mate.
ANGELUS
(brushing him off)
She isn't.
DARLA
(nods)
Little bit.
WILLIAM
(to Angelus) Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you have.
DRUSILLA
(steps out from the next room wearing a lacy negligee)
Time for another pony ride?
WILLIAM
(sees Drusilla, gasps)
Son of a b***h!
ANGELUS
(points from Darla to Drusilla)
The both of ya?
DARLA
(shrugs, giggles)
He's insatiable.
WILLIAM
Drusilla, you—you let him touch you?
DRUSILLA
(closes her eyes and holds up her arms, remembering)
He felt like sunshine.
WILLIAM
(shaking his head)
Uh, no. No.
ANGELUS
That's why he had us tossed. So he could violate—
DARLA
He didn't—
ANGELUS
Violate our women!
WILLIAM
(points angrily)
Violate in succession!
DARLA
Concurrently.
ANGELUS
Concurrently?
(frowns)
You never let us do that.
ANGELUS
He mocks us at every turn.
WILLIAM
Yeah, the man has no sense of indecency. You remember Frankfurt? He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally and just decides to give those nuns safe passage.
ANGELUS
Those were my nuns!
WILLIAM
Yeah. Nuns are your thing. Everybody knows that. They respect it. They respect us.
ANGELUS
We are the reason men fear the night. This isn't over yet, Immortal! This'll never be over!
SPIKE
(incensed)
The Immortal?!
ANGEL
I mean, come on!
SPIKE
She's smarter than that.
ANGEL
She'd never fall for a centuries-old guy with a dark past who may or may not be evil.
SPIKE
(points)
She's under some kind of spell.
ANGEL
I was just thinking that.
SPIKE
We're gonna pick up the Capo's body...
ANGEL
Find The Immortal, and break his whammy.
SPIKE
She's in trouble. This ponce called The Immortal is—
BARTENDER
Ah, si. Si. The Immortal's new ragazza. They come, while ago.
(gestures to the crowd)
There.
(Angel and Spike turn to look; a blonde is dancing in the middle of the crowd)
Your friend maybe go a little wild, too, si?
SPIKE
Look! I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did, but I still care about her, and I'm not gonna let her end up with a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.
ANGEL
Hey, ours is a forever love.
SPIKE
(scoffs)
I had a relationship with her, too.
ANGEL
OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.
SPIKE
It is if you do it enough times.
SPIKE
It's him. The Immortal. This is what he does. Every time he shows up, I either lose my girl, get beaten by an angry mob, or get thrown in prison for tax evasion. Long story.ANGEL
Our friend, she's under some sort of spell...
SPIKE
Cast by the vilest wretch this side of Mount Everest. Which... I'm told he has climbed... several times.
ANGEL
Look, he goes by the name of The Immortal.
ILONA
Ah, The Immortal. Ah. Then your friend is lucky. Ha ha. I have had dealings with The Immortal many times, and I must say that the outcome is always... most satisfactory.
SPIKE
He's got her trapped.
ANGEL
It's a love spell, and we—
ILONA
It's doubtful. The Immortal doesn't use spells. He considers them dirty. Dirty tricks for dirty people. Like gypsies.
(spits)
We will speak of them no more.
SPIKE
Well, he's done something magic to her.
ANGEL
We need to do some research. Look, don't you guys have, like, an Italian Wesley here?
ILONA
Yes. Yes, we have, but he's taking a nap. And I do not need him to tell me what is already widely known, that The Immortal does not use magic.
SPIKE
Then it must be somethin' else.
ANGEL
Look, we need to know everything there is to know about him. We need—
ILONA
To keep your head. Ha ha! Yes. We know all about your mission to retrieve the Capo di Famiglia. And I have to say, right now it seems a bit more important than trying to pry your friend off of The Immortal.
DEMON BUTLER
You must be so lonely. Your girlfriend has become lovers with The Immortal. How unfortunate for you. And how fortunate for her.
ANGEL
(scoffs)
You know The Immortal?
DEMON BUTLER
But of course.
ANGEL
Ha! I knew it. None of this is a coincidence.
SPIKE
Been his plan all along. Steal our head, keep us busy, and traipse off with my girl.
(Angel gives him a look)
Our girl.
ANGEL
It's a setup. You're just his lackey.
DEMON BUTLER
I should be so lucky. The Immortal does not need men like me to do his business. He is a wild card, a wolf removed from the pack, a stallion without, uh, the bridle.
SPIKE
(sarcastically)
What, are you in love with him?
DEMON BUTLER
No, no, no, no. Well, OK, yes. But if anything, he's more of a, uh, inspiration, a spiritual guide. Have you read his book? It's a life changer.
SPIKE
Andrew. Has Buffy been acting off? Like The Immortal's got her under a spell of sorts?
ANDREW
Excellent question. No.
(walks back to the bathroom, off screen)
ANGEL
Could it be mind control?
SPIKE
Or a love potion? Did she drink a love potion?
ANDREW (O.S.)
Dude, seriously, I thought of all those things, but turns out Buffy fell for The Immortal on her own, and—and now she's happy. That's it.
ANGEL
But she's not finished baking yet.
(ranting)
I gotta wait till she's done baking, you know, till she finds herself, 'cause that's the drill. Fine. I'm waitin' patiently, and meanwhile, The Immortal's eatin' cookie dough!
(sighs, sits)
ANDREW (O.S.)
Uh, Spike, is Angel crying?
SPIKE
(defensively)
No!
(looks at Angel, who's holding his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes)
Not yet.
ANDREW (O.S.)
May want to hold the waterworks, big guy. The Immortal's cool and all, but he ain't all that. He's got his flaws.
ANGEL
(stands)
Really?
SPIKE
Wh-what are they?
ANDREW (O.S.)
(sighs, exasperated)
Ohhh. The point is she's moving on. You guys do the same, and you might catch her one day. One of you, anyway. But you keep running in place, you're gonna find she's long gone.
SPIKE
(to Angel) It is a bit silly. Us... chasin' around like a couple of henpecked teenagers.
ANDREW (O.S.)
Buffy loves both of you, but she's gotta live her life. People change.
29 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY
The bowling ball bag containing the head is sitting on Angel's desk with a little folded note tied to it with ribbon. Angel and Spike walk up to it. Angel pulls the note out of its envelope and reads it.
ANGEL
"With regards, The Immortal."
(angrily rips the note into tiny shreds)
You know, I really hate that guy!
SPIKE
What's Buffy thinking? H-honestly?
ANGEL
She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
(looks at Spike)
SPIKE
H-hey! I think I turned out all right.
ANGEL
Yeah. Once she got through with you.
SPIKE
I wasn't the one livin' in alleys, rubbin' rat filth all over my face. If we're talkin' projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.
ANGEL
I wasn't a project.
SPIKE
Well, neither was I.
(Angel sighs, sits on the edge of his desk)
Can't we just... lock her away in a box where no one can ever touch her? You know? Like we did with Pavayne?
ANGEL
(crosses his arms, thinks a moment)
I don't think she'd let us. Uh, she's pretty strong.
SPIKE
We could do a spell. Some sort of mind control.
ANGEL
Oh, she'd figure it out. You know, she's pretty smart.
SPIKE
Yeah.
(sighs, sits on the edge of the desk by Angel)
So, what? We just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?
ANGEL
'Fraid so.
SPIKE
(sighs)
Fine.
(sniffles)
No problem. I was plannin' on doin' that anyway.
ANGEL
Yeah, me, too.
SPIKE
Actually, I'm doin' it right now. As we speak, I'm movin' on.
The camera pans out to a wider shot.
ANGEL
Movin' on.
SPIKE
Oh, yeah.
The camera pans out to an even wider shot of Angel and Spike sitting next to each other in the big, empty office.
ANGEL
Right now.
SPIKE
Movin'.
Fade to black.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:32 am
DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, BUT I THOUGT IT WAS GOOD.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 1:01 pm
sakurahlover Oh, gosh, I'd just LOVE to try out for the role of fred, but, *laughs softly*
I'm just sure ya'll wouldn't want someone like me playin' such an important part - unless, of course, you like timid? *smirks at self*
not that you all would WANT someone timid, i mean, who does? I mean, we could work it out mathematically, the probability of ya'll wanting a timid fred or a self assured fred, but after all the formulaic equations i'd written out on the walls of that cave.. oh you wouldn't know about that cave.
*is silent*
it was bad.
*silent more*
but then *brightly* I was saved! and now i'm here, auditioning for you sillies, hopin against hope that ya'll will choose me.
*is silent again*
do i say cut?
*giggles* Um, hi? Who tells us if we get it?
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 2:47 pm
one or all of the mods or captain.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:36 pm
Spike's walk forms waves from the tip of his trenchcoat as he finally stands in front of the mansion. His eyes dance in doubt. Go in? what for? She left you, remember? Evenso, Spike has been with her through the toughest of times, through the worst of all scenarios, even through death. No matter how bad she would hurt him, no matter how deep the scar would go, he always came back....for her. "Oh bloody hell," he sighs. Spike walks up to the front door and extends his finger, ready to press into another journey, ready to join "the gang". But is he ready to be part of the gang once more? Does he want more? ((That was my audition. lol Well, I figured if I wanted to see Spike in the story, I had to do something about it lol))
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:59 am
I figure, if I get the part, I will play him until someone else wants him.
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