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[Dec. 28th, 2009|07:56 pm] |
*has been keeping his distance from Finduilas as much as possible since his failed—or, as his helpful brother so kindly put it, eighteenth-floor splat!—proposal* *is obliged to interact with her on set, of course, but a) he's nothing if not a pro on camera, and b) Dare's character arc has him running cold-hot toward Colby, anyway*
*has needed the time to sort through a few other things, too, such as thousands and thousands of years of bright, sparkly memory* *yeah, it's still a lot weird*
*finally, though, decides it's time to buckle down and deal* *turns up at Finduilas' place some night after Erumas and knocks on the door, leaning against the jamb and running a hand through his hair* |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
*has never been more grateful for his camera-face than he is tonight, at the glitzy and glamorous Cathy awards* *is all dashingly sweet smiles on the red carpet, with Finduilas at her stunning best on his arm and the paparazzi's glare at every turn, but inwardly is the worst jittering mess he's been since... ever, probably*
*aside from the overall excitement of As Órë Turns' five nominations, has personal reasons to be almost nauseatingly nervous* *has to force himself not to check his pocket for the ring box every five seconds or so, for fear of drawing anyone's attention*
*waits until he and Finduilas have been settled at their table to let a little of his fretting show* Oh my God, Finduilas, can you even believe we're here? Do you think we'll win? I mean, I'm sure you will, you're amazing, but you know, for best show and best director and will we still have jobs if Amarië loses and everything? *breathes* You really do look amazing. |
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[May. 5th, 2009|10:07 am] |
*looks over the pictures splashed across the pages of three separate magazines with something akin to approval—they really are being choosy about the quality of their photos these days, ever since she slapped the In-Speak with a pricey libel suit for that grainy image of a blonde woman (not her) cavorting with some greasy nightclub owner in Grand Fork East*
*can't even bring herself to be too annoyed with the possibility that there might've been sticky handprints left in her limousine after the outing to the ice cream parlor (it was worth it, and she's having the vehicle detailed inside and out, after all)*
*tucks the zines into one of her desk drawers, glances at the clock (two sharp) and pages her assistant du jour* *with utter confidence that her next appointment is already here and waiting* Send him in. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:15 am] |
*travels to Ossiriand to attend a three-day conference full of very dry talks by very scholarly psychiatrists who are about as animated as textbooks when they speak*
*(in other words, is really looking forward to it)*
*spends the morning of his arrival settling in at the hotel and networking a bit but finds he's unable to really concentrate when he sits down to have a look at the organizational material in his conference packet*
*very hesitantly digs up his phone to call in a favor, even though he promised himself he wouldn't* |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|11:33 am] |
*was fairly upset by the latest instance of mistaken? identity* *so much so, in fact, that he actually went and did a little research on this "Elrohir" person* *not too much, though* *just enough to reassure himself that Elliott Burkholder absolutely isn't anything like Elrohir Elrondion except that Elliott might possibly have a twin, too*
*has never been so glad for his on-set on/off switch; despite his overall gloom, can still pull it together for the camera* (*good thing, because Amarië's been in rare form over the past week or so*)
*heads to the deli on break, texting Finduilas to ask her if she wants to run a few lines before their next scene* *buys lunch for the both of them (signing a few autographs along the way, as has become the routine) and settles at the usual table* *hopes and prays they don't turn up—doesn't think he could handle that again* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|12:10 pm] |
*is out by the OU Studen Union again, having obtained permission from the grounds crew to treat the affected trees as part of his labwork*
*takes a break around noon and stops into the campus deli for a sandwich* *is almost immediately accosted by two girls he doesn't recognize, who are chattering far too quickly and excitably for him to make out anything they're saying*
*ascertains that their excitement has to do with the magazine one of them is waving around?* *catches a glimpse of the cover: a promotional photo of some ensemble cast or other, and a big "IV" header planted among the various article splashes*
*finally steps back and shakes his head, signing more choppily than normal to get the girls' attention* I don't know what you're talking about. Either slow down or leave me alone.
*isn't surprised when the girls trade stymied looks (he's deaf?) and apologetically withdraw, but is a little confused when they continue to watch him, gabbling amongst themselves and gesturing to their magazine*
*purchases his lunch and settles down at a corner table to eat, studiously ignoring the rest of the patrons* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|11:52 am] |
*has scarcely had time to breathe, between moving back to Ossiriand, plugging back into the family/friends network ("Mo-om, you said you weren't going to have a party!" "It's not a party, it's a get-together. My baby's a celebrity, after all!"), and gearing up for his part on AOT (photoshoots, ad spot shoots, screen tests, costume fitting, et al)*
*is quickly learning that the fear of Amarië is a healthy (not to mention necessary) Fear indeed*
*sees Finduilas quite a bit on-set, although he hasn't really had a chance to talk to her outside of the general work-flurry* *feels he owes her for helping him out, but doesn't really know what kind of thank-you gift to get her*
*finally opts to just go with the most inoffensive route* *finds her entry in his cellular and dials* |
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[Sep. 8th, 2008|08:59 am] |
*has made it her daily routine to walk down to the set and hang out for a while, chatting with any other cast and crew members who may show up, seeing as everybody she knows and cares about is either out of town or maybe-evil or Fëanorian (or some combination thereof)*
*when she arrives, finds that more people than usual are milling around and gossiping (about Amarië and her brother) and talking about how they heard from so-and-so who heard from what's-her-face that Amarië might actually be back in town*
*spots one of her co-stars and is soon getting the entire inside scoop* |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|05:59 pm] |
*loiters around outside the Delving As Órë Turns on-location set, chewing on his pinky nail and glancing through the backlog of placed calls on his cell phone*
*glances at the red-circled newspaper ad in his other hand, then double-checks the number in his phone* *sighs* *was wondering if maybe he'd been dialing the wrong number or something--hasn't been able to get ahold of anyone about the casting call* *granted, it's a few weeks old, but the set's still up so maybe they could still use an extra somewhere...?*
*leans back against the building and watches traffic for a while, wondering if he could get away with just walking in and introducing himself to whatever head-honchos are inside* (*and wondering if he'd have the guts to do it without stammering and stumbling all over himself like a moron*) |
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busy
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