cashmere is young and reckless. (princess) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-08 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! capitol, - 66th hunger games, victor: 58th tarnation 'tar' husk, victor: 64th cashmere dynastar |
WHO: Cashmere & Tarnation
WHAT: #cashnation
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: The Capitol
PLOT SLOT: Cashmere and Tar are asked to appear (pretending to be a couple) in a music video for Jaddeon (a boy band)'s new music video "I'd Kill For Your Love" - the director is overzealous in making sure you truly seem like you would kill for each other's love.
Hour 1: Make-up Cashmere arrives first. When her co-star makes an appearance and slumps into the make up chair next to her, she expects to find someone handsome and dashing. What she finds instead is Tar. One double take later, she can't stop laughing, earning a scolding from the stylist. “You look so pretty.” His mouth is too occupied to swear at her: one stylist applies liberal amounts of gloss here, the other tugs a stray hair there (but they're all strays). So Tarnation communicates the best way he knows how—throwing an open tray of glitter at her to the beautiful chorus of horrified shrieks and Cashmere's devil laugh. Hour 2: Take One The video shoot has barely begun, but the room already smells of Eau de Teenage Boy, of desperation and body odor. There are too many bodies, too many people giving directions. "Remember, you love me." Her flashing, teasing eyes are not yet grating. Tar laughs, content with this absurd hysteria. "Whoever cooked this up I owe 'em a drink. Gimme some kissie face or whatever." The laughter doesn't leave her eyes as she takes a step closer into his personal space. "You have to kill for me first." His instinctive step backward turns the laughter into an uneasy sound. "Can I start with whoever sang this fuckin' song..." Hour 4: Take Nine "No no no! You're giving me lukewarm bathtub and I want steaming sauna! Boiling geysers, erupting volcanos of murderous passion, you understand?" Tar understands feeling murderous. "I'm spose to kill one of them for her?" Four hours in, he knows goddamn well what he's supposed to be doing, but says, anyway, "it ain't realistic... she should kill one of 'em for me." On this point, Cashmere and Tar are in agreement. She's the killer; he's the… she's not sure what he is. "How about I kill you instead," she suggests and it's not the first time she wants to use her diamond encrusted stilettos as a weapon. He glowers. "How 'bout you kill another bottle of peroxide." There's a bottle of his own nearby he wouldn't mind killing. What she wants is a bottle of wine and a new love interest. "How about you do what you're told so we can get out of here." The director intercepts her before her shoe leaves her foot and flies for his face. Hour 6: Take Sixteen "I barely even touched you goddamn!" "Stop touching me period, oh my god." "It ain't my fault you're over here shaking your shit in my face." "It's your fault you can't control yourself." "I'm still here doin' this bullshit; I controlled myself plenty! Tch damn." "You're such a fucking baby. God, it's not that hard." "Screw you, lovin' you is a full time fuckin' job.... get your pointy ass shoes away from me." "Fuck you, everyone loves me." "Fuckin' careers, everyone HATES you." "Better than being pitied like you." "—and CUT! That was beautiful, I could just feel the tension, get a closeup on that face Raoul—" |