Sophie Chevalier (scream_queen) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-01-14 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | azi, azi and sophie, sophie |
Not the best first meeting...
Who: Azi and Sophie
When: Dinnertime! Just before the good captain's speech.
Where: Circean Delight
The ship was nowhere near fully explored by the time evening started rolling around, and Sophie had to return to her suite to dress for dinner. She knew there was usually at least one formal night on the ship, but she didn't think it would be tonight - there'd been no mention of it, and if it was merely a case of being uninformed, heads would roll. She kept things mostly simple, a pink, black and white silk paisley halter, gathered at the neck with a cute little ruffle and a pair of nearly painted-on skinny jeans that always made her legs look fabulous. A chunky black bangle or two and stilettos completed the ensemble. She kept her makeup mostly simple and natural as well save the dramatic eyes, long lashes and black liner to accentuate her naturally bright blues, and left her hair down in long waves, parted to the side. All in all, it didn't take too long to get ready - not as fast as she would've been done if she'd had a hair and makeup person working on her at the same time, but a girl had to know how to make herself look gorgeous, after all. This might not be Hollywood, but appearances still mattered.
John and Sarah were ready to go by the time she'd completed her routine; she grabbed a little black clutch with her room key, ship card, mirror and lipstick for touchups and they all headed down to the dining room. Supposedly the captain was going to give a speech. Finding their table, Sophie wasn't surprised to find someone already seated - they were after all, fashionably late. She just hoped she'd been seated with someone who wasn't going to bug her for photos and autographs - she rarely minded any other time, but she hated having her dinner interrupted. "Hi," she said with a warm smile as she took a seat, John and Sarah settling next to her. "I hope they didn't keep you waiting for us."
Azi glanced up from the leatherbound journal he had with him, where he wasn't so much writing a journal as cross referencing different wardings he still couldn't quite decipher from his room. He paused as he noted the girl who'd addressed him, then the stiffs on the side, too. "Hi...and no, why would they?" he asked. He was noting the body language of the other two and they quite clearly stood out as I'm With Her. That was...interesting.
No sign of recognition. Either he was playing it cool or he didn't know. Sophie could appreciate the first and the second... surprising, perhaps a tiny bit irritating but not really. "I don't know," she said, shrugging. "I wasn't sure if they had some thing about serving everyone at once. I'm Sophie," she said, holding out a hand in introduction. "This is John and Sarah." John merely nodded, Sarah flashed a friendly smile and a murmured hello.
Can John and Sarah not speak for themselves, Sophie? Azi thought but didn't say. Instead, he reached out to shake her hand, after sticking his pen behind his ear and shutting the journal. "Anasazi...but you can call me Azi. It's easier." he told her. He was kind of wondering what the hell he had here. One thing was he definitely didn't recognize her. Or, at least, not in a big way. Maybe she looked a tiny bit familiar, but not enough to spark anything, definitely not enough to make him wonder who she might be. ...other than someone who traveled with an entourage. He nodded to both the others, while he was at it though, to be polite.
"Pleasure to meet you, Azi," Sophie said with a warm smile as she shook his hand. "You have an interesting name. Where are you from?" She wasn't going to try to pronounce it; she was good at a lot of names just from meeting everyone in the industry, but she wasn't going to risk it.
"Not necessarily from anywhere in particular." He answered her. "Sort of all over the place. Yourself?" he asked. He also was kind of wondering how weird it was to have a conversation with someone--and sort of totally be ignoring two other people who were with. They seemed to be listening, but made no moves to get engaged in the conversation. Clearly, they were with her, and worked for her. Or that's what he figured, anyhow.
"California," Sophie answered. "Texas originally, but I haven't lived there in years." She was starting to think he just really didn't know who she was - did the man never watch movies? Even people who weren't fans of her genre usually saw at least one of her films. The Terrority series had been huge. She, too, was curious about John and Sarah's reticence; sure, they worked for her, but they'd been together years and were friends as well. Usually they would at least converse with each other. She shrugged it off. "So, has the captain done his speech or whatever he's doing tonight, or was I in time for that?"
Azi shrugged. "Honestly I haven't been paying attention. I don't think he's done it yet. I'm sure there would have been some sort of announcement or whatever, but I kind of...get focused in sometimes." Which was an understatement. 'intensely obsessive' was a better description. "So should you be interested in what he's got to say, you could in fact, be in luck." he told her. Not that he cared. He would likely be tuning out whatever the guy had to say. It wasn't like he was on board to have smoke blown up his ass or anything.
"Actually, I was rather hoping I'd missed it," Sophie confided with a grin. "I'm not a big fan of long speeches, not when it's holding up dinner. I'm hungry." Her dinner was so often interrupted when she ate out that she'd learned to prize those times when she could get in, eat and move on with her day. After all, there were clubs onboard, she wanted to check them out. "Are you a writer?" she asked, remembering he'd been writing in a notebook or something when they'd walked up.
"I've written a few papers." Azi said. "Not novels or anything." Not anything that looked like she'd read it. But then again, most people didn't, he did papers on paranormal phenomena, and those didn't exactly get wide circulation. "I'd be vastly surprised if you'd ever read anything I wrote, though." he shared, because he had yet to find anyone who had, that didn't have the same job description he did.
"Oh?" Sophie asked, though more to be polite than anything else. She read books sometimes, but mostly scripts, and 'papers' sounded like things written for boring professors, which she definitely wasn't. "What do you write about?" She steeled herself to keep her politely interested face intact when the answer was something boring and dryly academic or whatever.
"The paranormal." Azi told her. "I'm an investigator. So, I've written papers on spirits, folklore, tribal rites, psychic phenomena...I'm in the middle of writing one, which is actually on the Bermuda Triangle. So...that should be interesting considering our course." he told her, expecting nowish to be when she decided that talking to her little hip-attachments would be the best option for conversation.
"No way!" Sophie exclaimed, her whole face lighting up with delight. A paranormal investigator studying the Bermuda Triangle on a cruise ship? That was almost exactly what she was going to play in her upcoming role on Lost Voyage. It hit her a second later when Sarah gave a faint warning cough and her face fell slightly. "Oh, wait," she said. "You're just saying that because Lost Voyage starts production in a month, aren't you?" She was sometimes slow on the uptake when people were making fun of her - which meant that he'd only been pretending not to know who she was.
Azi looked a bit confused, arching a brow at her. "....um, I'm sorry?" he asked, wanting an explanation. "Lost what?" He really hadn't expected the kind of jump for joy response, though he'd gotten it before. Though generally he got it from idiots who wanted to hear all about ghosts, and ask him questions about vampires and if he knew any because they wanted to be turned. Stupid bloody teenagers. This was weird though he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Lost Voyage," Sophie repeated. "I know they've already blogged about the production date and it's on IMDB and all. Ha ha, you got me." She was a little ticked off; she didn't like being made to look like a fool, and she totally had with the way she got all excited before she figured it out. Hollywood could be a mean place, but she'd hoped she could escape a little of the backbiting in the middle of the ocean, for God's sake.
Azi just stared at her for a moment. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I have better things to do with my time than pour over the internet, looking up...whatever the hell it is you're going on about." he said. "I'm guessing some bullshit, stupid horror flick." Since he could put together what she was on about at least in some respects. He supposed it could have been television.
Sophie stiffened, insulted. "It is a horror film," she said primly, "but it's not bullshit or stupid, thank you, and I happen to be playing the part of a paranormal investigator checking out the return of a disappeared cruise liner lost in the Bermuda Triangle." She couldn't, of course, blab about the script, but that much was already listed online in the plot synopsis.
"Well, how nice for you." Azi said, rolling his eyes. "But whatever, the world doesn't actually revolve around you. I'm not actually here solely to try and pull one over on you, I'm exactly what I said I was." he said, picking his journal back up. "So...good luck with that whole thing. Please, contribute to the neverending mockery my line of work gets due to pretty much exactly what you'll be doing." He opened up his journal again, and tried to find where he'd left off.
"What was I supposed to think?" Sophie shot back. "You're pretty much the exact role I'm supposed to be playing in a month, and of all the cruise ships in the world, we're both on this one? And on top of that, we're seated at the same table?" She sucked at math, but those seemed like slim odds. "I'm taking this cruise for research; if you have an issue with the way your profession is portrayed, take it out on someone else." Arms crossed, she leaned over slightly. "Please see about having our seating assignments moved elsewhere for dinner, will you?" she asked Sarah in a lowered voice, who immediately nodded her assent with a reassuring smile and discreet pat on Sophie's arm.
"Possibly that not everything has to do with you?" Azi suggested, not looking up from his journal, though he knew if she didn't shut the fuck up he might as well give it up for now. It was going to take concentration, after all, and with her buzzing in his ear he wasn't going to be able to do that. "Or that someone arranged for me to be at this table to talk to you, considering being on a cruise? Pretty standard. If you actually want to research something, try the profession, not just hanging out getting pampered twentyfour hours a day." he said, rolling his eyes a bit. Then he had to quirk a faint little half smirk at her. "Oh. You're one of those people. Throw a fit then go off in a huff, that's definitely mature. That should help you out a lot for your upcoming role, if you play someone who fucks off at the first sign of things not going her way." He made a show of pondering for a second. "you know, I don't really know that many spoiled brats in my line of work. I wonder if that says something."
"I've never taken a cruise before, how am I supposed to know that?" Sophie retorted. "Besides, I didn't exactly fill out any paperwork as to my profession or upcoming projects." She hadn't filled out any paperwork save the required signatures, but he didn't need to know that. His next words had her fuming - she thought she was a very reasonable person. "Spoiled and immature would be throwing my water in your face and slapping you for being a dick," she said, glaring. "I certainly didn't request the insults with my dinner. You know," she added, shifting slightly so she could really aim her glare at him, "you don't know the first thing about me or what I'd planned to do on this cruise, you're just making assumptions left and right. I would've been thrilled to speak with someone in the actual industry. I was mistaken about who you were, I'm sorry. But whatever hangups you have with the film industry, don't take them out on me. I don't write the stories, I don't direct or produce them, I just read what's in the script. I certainly don't have to sit here and listen to you insult me all night. If you're going to be antagonistic like that, it's best for both of us if we don't share a table."
"No, see you just assumed I was fucking with you, then decided to be bitchy." Azi said. "And I didn't sign up to be dealing with difficult people either. And come on now. Just because you didn't fill out paperwork...people would have to be doing a really poor job of handling you and your projects if they didn't set this up somehow. I'm sure someone knew something. And y'know...common sense would probably tell you the whole cruise is standard thing. You hang out, you wander around a boat, you go to bed, you go find something else to do. Don't forget the organized 'fun' that they have sometimes, though I would personally advise a miss on them." he said. "And the hangups I have with the film industry are just that--with the film industry. I didnt' say anything about you, but you chose to take it personally." He shrugged. "Do what you want, princess."
"I thought it was a joke, sure, because people are mean like that in my industry, but I didn't say anything until you decided to bust right out by insulting my job. You'll notice that I still haven't said anything bad about you or what you do save that you're acting like an asshole right now, which is true because you are. I just said I was sorry for mistaking who you were, but how do you not call what you've been saying a personal attack? You've said I think the world revolves around me and you've called me a spoiled brat, difficult, and immature. What is that if it's not personal? Because if it's your way of flirting, I'd say your technique needs work. And you're making assumptions that all I'll do is be pampered all day. How do you know I don't have a stack of books to work through about the history of the Triangle, and maybe I'm here so I can take a break and study it while also getting to see the area for myself?" She had a couple little info packets, but she was making a point about assumptions, not what she was actually going to do. "You know, I'd think you'd have to be open to be in your line of work, but you seem pretty closeminded and quick to jump to conclusions."
"I'm not flirting." Azi said. Because he wasn't. Being an asshole? Probably. He couldn't really argue with that and didn't plan to. "Are you done?" he asked, after she continued on her tirade. Because they could argue semantics all day but...after dealing with Ella earlier he really wasn't in the mood to even try. So, he just let her go on, say whatever she wanted, and pretty much insert a big 'what the fuck ever' for his part.
"Oh," Sophie said, enjoying the chance to throw his own words back at him. "You're one of those people. All up in someone's face until they call you on your bullshit. That's mature. Unfortunately, I meet far too many jackasses like that in my line of work." She was not in the mood for this kind of crap tonight. "Come on, guys," she said to John and Sarah, standing and grabbing her purse. "We'll eat elsewhere tonight."
Azi just opened his book back up and put her on full ignore at that point, trying to get his head back into what he was researching--which for him wasn't really a problem. He was good at tuning out most of the rest of the world when he had to, and as far as he was concerned, this girl was not worth his time. So--ignoring. And maybe she'd get her own little table to herself where she could sit and talk only to people who would agree with everything she said...like the drones she paid to shadow her. Sounded like a good deal to him, so long as she wasn't around to irritate him.