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Sheila Blackstone has a heart on the highway. ([info]intodarkness) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-10 18:35:00

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Entry tags:fūjin, nephthys

Who: Chris and Sheila
What: Movie-night
Where: Chris’ apartment
When: Sometime during the week after this
Warnings: Sean Connery in an orange loincloth Swearing?

Chris’ text came while she was at work and answered immediately after. Sheila didn’t think much could be worse than a screwing with mythology or more horrifying. At least Disney’s Hercules poked some fun at its inaccuracies. Clash of the Titans had taken itself far too seriously. As a storyteller – even if words were her forte versus filmography, it had been embarrassing. Some bad movie from the 70’s couldn’t be worse, could it? Mainly she was humoring Chris and enjoying an evening that should at least have some humor More often than not, Chris provided it.

She didn’t bother changing from her work clothes, only tossing her shoulder bag into 301 before heading down the hall. She rapped on the empty doors as she went along before pausing in front of Chris’. Finding no reason to glance around, she put her hands to her mouth and hollered. “HEY, OPEN UP! IT’S SHEILA.” No point in being quiet about it.



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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-15 05:39 am UTC (link)
Her smile widened as it dawned on him. Good. Point made. She liked that feeling a tad too much, she realized. Maybe she should work on it. Shoving the slight self-consciousness aside, Sheila crossed her arms more tightly. "You don't have to watch it all. Just rise above it, y'know?"

She shrugged, going on. "And it's just logic, when you think about it. But you could learn from the bad ones people like. What things are popular." Here her nose wrinkled. "Even if they're just fluff."

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[info]windbagged
2010-08-16 01:18 am UTC (link)
"Obviously. I mean, what else would I do? Sink to that level? Whatever." Chris waved a hand as if he was discarding and dismissing all the awful movies, the bad craftsmanship, the godforsaken acting - like he wasn't going to even acknowledge it. Even though he planned to, at one point or another. "Hey, just because something's popular doesn't mean it's good ... or bad. Whatever I make is something everybody's gonna like for one reason or another."

Naturally, anybody who said otherwise was just doing so to look cool. Fucking hipsters, clearly. Chris tried to ignore the potential for that and folded the half-empty box of microwave popcorn shut, dropping it back in its place under the counter.

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-17 06:07 am UTC (link)
As he dismissed it, Sheila couldn't help but giggle. No need to worry about that from Chris. It was nice to have artistic integrity about. "I'm glad," she said honestly. And to that she nodded fervently. "But people only seem to care if it is popular, versus it's true merit."

She watched him for a moment before glancing to her watch. "When are you on for work tomorrow?"

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[info]windbagged
2010-08-17 05:51 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, well, they can fuck off," Chris said absently. At least he knew all his friends - or the people he was acquainted with, anyway - would appreciate what he did. Popular or not, they'd see it, right? He planned to hold them to that kind of thing. That was what friends did, after all. "Early, because I got off early today. I'm there for opening and don't get off until late."

The life of a salaried Disney slave. Chris scowled and glanced up at Sheila.

"Why? What about you?"

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