“surprisingly, there’s not one hiding in here.” the girl’s words come out with little amusement as she looks down at her gown, though she’s teasing - what with all of the feathers and jewels draped around her, surely somethings could be stashed. but with the free drinks and car service she received tonight, daphne hardly felt it was important to bring a purse. a joke pops into her mind as she looks at bodie - that she should be the one asking him for things. that’s how they started out, right? but it sounds like it could been a quote directly from her mother, so she swallows it. instead, she glances around the balcony. “surely someone around here has one.” everyone seemed to get the memo that smoking was bad for you, except most of the cast and crew. daphne has smoked before - she was practically raised on set after all - but, unlike her brother, it hasn’t become an addiction. her attention settles back on bodie, trying to make him out better in the dark. “having fun?”
bodie grins, dimples protruding as he combs his fingers gently through his hair. “you’re telling me you don’t keep a lighter tucked somewhere in all the feathers??” he teases, allowing his box of cigarettes to settle back into his pocket. the male just might have to try to enjoy the fresh air -- lord knows it’s better for him anyways. he’s quite relieved to see a familiar face finally tonight. bodie lifts his elbows to lean back against the railing, eyes following hers -- it probably would have made more sense to ask someone already smoking for a lighter. a soft chuckle shakes his shoulders. “mmm -- one sec..” he steps round daphne for a moment, murmuring the same question to someone else. soon enough he has a lighter in his hands, cigarette to his lips. bodie tries to be courteous, turning from the female as he blows smoke. “honestly?? not really. what about you?? -- how come you’re out here all alone, no date??”
typically esme was the life of every party, and tonight was no different. there were nearly no unfamiliar faces as she worked the room, commanding attention and being the social butterfly she’d been groomed to be. all that socializing took a toll on her energy, however, and at some point the starlet had to slip away for some much needed privacy. finding a quiet spot by the railing on the balcony, she fished the joint and lighter out of her bra. with a quick flick of her thumb, the rolled end lit up, esme inhaling the smoke deeply. a voice cut through her reverie, and though her first reaction was irritation, she was admittedly glad he’d asked for a simple favor and not a selfie. “sure do.” the girl eyed the stranger as she handed her lighter over. “i don’t think i’ve seen you before,” she mused, blowing a puff of smoke in his direction. “lemme guess… you’re a… wardrobe assistant! did i get it?”
bodie’s gaze flickers down to his attire, not entirely sure why she’s guessed that, but he doesn’t really care enough to correct her. “yeah, something like that.” he nods. part of him wishes he wasn’t such a dumbass, shouting at strangers to lend a lighter to him. especially tonight. esme fucking cortez was the last person he figured he’d find out here. the male wasn’t actively trying to steer clear of the stars tonight, it was just second nature to him to fall into the background. a fly on the wall even. if bodie didn’t already feel somewhat under qualified to even be at an event of this stature, he sure did now. fingertips curl around the small lighter, thumb working quick to bring a flame to the end of his cigarette. he takes a moment to have a drag, eyes studying the other, before finally passing her lighter back to her. bodie stares at her joint, slightly jealous that all he’s got is shitty nicotine. “thanks. -- left mine inside somewhere..” he mumbles, shaking his head. “shouldn’t you be in there, like bidding on shit??” he knew a lot of the stars liked to make a big spectacle of it -- flaunting how much they can bid and overall how generous they are, donating to the charity.
his grip on the glass of red wine tightens as he slowly steps through the crowd. bodie’s feet move gingerly, dodging the groups of girls parading towards the bar. eyes flicker around the ballroom and bodie can’t believe the copious number of people wandering around in here. in his experience on set it was quite easy to distinguish crew from cast, but tonight, fuck -- it’s as if everyone thought this was the met gala or something. bodie spins around, deciding it’s about time he start to actually socialize with others – though whether he’ll even find anyone he knows is up in the air. just goes to show how much he truly keeps to himself on the studio lot. as bodie turns on his heel, his arm collides with something – someone, and he can feel the liquid spill down his arm. “holy fucking shit!! —” the male tries to save some of his wine, but it’s too late. the dark red liquor quickly cascading down the other’s chest until it catches on the bright white shorts he’s wearing. “shit, shit, shit.. fuck, it’s ALL over you!!” @ashertmz
Dylan was used to these events by now. He knew he had to stay til at least midnight out of respect for the studio and then he could leave to the nearest club or bar. With a drink in hand and a cigarette between his lips, Dylan leaned against the railing of the balcony. “Oh, hey! Yeah. Do you need a cig too?“ He asked with a friendly smiled as he reached into his pocket to fetch a pack and the lighter.
bodie shakes his head, clearing his throat some and shifting a bit closer. “nah, i just left my lighter in my jacket pocket inside somewhere..” he wasn’t too worried about the jacket. there wasn’t a person inside that room that would want to swipe it. bodie take the lighter from him, placing his cigarette between his lips and giving it a quick light. “thanks --” he lingers, unsure if the other wanted to smoke in peace, so he lets the silence fall between them a moment. the male props his elbows atop of the railing, a satisfied sigh mixed in with the chatter of the others. “i did not realize i needed this so bad -- you go to stuff like this all the time don’t you??”
the body of the ball had already grown chaotic well before it’d even reached it’s peak. slipping out through the glass doors leading to the balcony, bodie wasn’t terribly surprised to see the overflow of it, a few groups of people having already spilled outside to drape over each other in the cold. he welcomes the cool air, drying the slight clamminess of his forehead and hands. he needed a break, and he needed a smoke. palms of his hands smooth down his shirt, remembering his jacket was still draped over a chair somewhere inside, and he quickly regrets leaving it behind. his lighter was stowed away in it’s pocket. looking over to the closest silhouette in the dark, he calls out, crossing his arms against the chill, “hey, you got a light?” @studio3starters
Dylan had just stepped off the dance floor with a little tipsy wobble to his walk. Heading towards the secluded roped off section, he smiled at a familiar face. “I think the biggest perk of being on my show is how many people offer to buy me drinks at every bar I go into. Needless to say i’ve definitely taken advantage of it and tonight’s no different. The owner of this club said i’m drinking for free tonight so tell me what you want and i’ll get a bottle for the table.“
bodie couldn’t really tell you how he’s managed to be sitting at this table. well that’s not entirely true. he found out early on in his career that he just had that kind of face -- the one that lead people to believe that they knew him. spending a great deal of time holding the camera, not many really saw him, yet he always got the tag along invites and that was something he wasn’t going to easily pass up on. “wow, that’s pretty fuckin’ crazy --” he murmurs, eyebrows lifting. “i feel like without the show people would still be lining up to buy you drinks anyway, man.” he looks around to see if anyone else pipes up for the bottle and when no one does he shrugs, “uhh whiskey?? could go for a whiskey ginger..”
she was currently attempting to comb spare bits of roast beef and cheese from her hair when she realized she caught the attention of someone, “one of the producer’s just threw his sandwich at me because i got him the wrong lettuce. that’s fucking showbiz, huh?”
“honestly, you haven’t lived until you’ve had the joy of some sort of food or drink to the face -- usually means you’re on a breakthrough to get on their good side.” it was a tough industry they were up against. bodie knows all too well the trials and tribulations of running around like your department's little bitch -- lunch time had always been his least favourite time back in the day, because more often than not you got something wrong in an order. the male slides his palms down to his pockets as if he’ll magically find a napkin there, and he isn’t surprised when he can’t find one. “you uh.. got some mustard on your cheek..”
“i dunno.. if you up the wager, maybe i’ll do it..” bodie’s lips are pursed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he definitely wasn’t one to turn down a bet. not that he even needed the money, but the proposition had potential to actually be quite amusing. the male hadn’t decided whether he was attending the holiday gala though. crew members were welcome -- well.. essential personnel. bodie didn’t quite consider himself essential. he chuckles, arms crossing over his chest. “how would i even go about finding a little number like that anyways?? i highly doubt any of the costume departments would just let me walk in there and take my pick. would any of them even have a mean girls jingle bell rock outfit?? gotta teach me that dance though, or it’s not even worth it.” @studio3starters
harry styles ! | look at the credits to find bodie montgomery ( he/him ) ! the twenty five year old camera operator is known for their work on the hit show: ftlog. their fellow crew members see them as being dependable and humorous, however they are actually very blunt and cynical. seeing them always reminds me of countless empty cup of noodles, a queue of buzzfeed unsolved autoplaying on youtube, sleeping til 4pm & staying up til 6am.
hello everyone !! it’s caro here back with another annoying boy. i also play my big dummy percy, but i really wanted to bring someone not famous into the mix. this is my smol bean bodie!! just so you know under the cut is a tw for cancer, & mentions of death
my little camera man bodie – also goes by bo or bode, around set a lot of crew members call him by a shorter form of his last name, monty
growing up was quite uneventful in the best of ways. bodie had a pretty pleasant childhood. loving parents and a relatively healthy, happy family. his father is a big hollywood plastic surgeon and mother an architect. they are both extremely hard working and made it a priority to teach him the importance of discipline and responsibility at a young age. they set their expectations for the boy high.
often in his teen years he took care of his two younger sisters, as his parents both work full time. they had a nanny to help, so he didn’t have to, but his sisters always came first to him and being the oldest he is definitely a protective older brother
cancer & death mention tw : when he was fifteen, his youngest sister, at six, was diagnosed with leukemia. for 2 years his life revolved around her. bodie was never extremely social to begin with, but in high school he was always invited to the parties & the tailgates. it wasn’t a very hard decision, but the boy chose to stay home with his sisters pretty much every weekend.
when she passed away, his family never seemed to get back on their feet. her room was left like a museum, tears and shouting resulting from his mother whenever anyone touched anything in there. once he turned eighteen, bodie moved out eagerly – nothing drastically far, still in the same city (he couldn’t leave his other sister behind!! los angeles born and raised!!! gimme childhood friends plots!!!!) bodie just moved to some shitty downtown LA apartment. being in his childhood home made him feel like he was drowning. tw donezo!
though his family is quite wealthy, his parents believe in bodie earning what he has, when he first moved out they only gave him some of an allowance every semester to help with his tuition. but he got a hold of his trust fund when he turned 21. he’s v frugal though and doesn’t flash his money at all, most people don’t even really know he has any money unless they knew him when he was younger.
SO bodie graduated with a bachelor of fine arts, concentrating in media arts. he hit the ground running as a production assistant in the cinematography department and that was really how he worked his way up to his position now. he aspires to continue to pursue a career as a cinematographer. the boy has a side hustle and shoots for aspiring instagram models lol, he also shoots special events upon request like weddings/bdays/parties
during his time at uni he met a beautiful gal that he fell In Love with. things moved so quickly between the two of them, they got engaged a year in. it was a romantic WHIRLWIND and a really exciting time of his life. but as they began planning their wedding, small arguments turned into full blown fights. they started spending less and less time together and going on less and less dates. they stopped talking about the wedding altogether, but still went through the motions of being together. he didn’t really know he had fallen out of love at first
this is probably his BIGGEST regret of his life – mainly because it fucked with his self perception and he started to let this define him. ALSO he had always prided himself in his ~goodness~ and didn’t really think he was capable of causing sUCH pain and being sO inconsiderate/selfish.. but he started sleeping with one of his close male friends while still engaged and in a relationship. because of that saying “once a cheater, always a cheater” he just can’t forgive himself and also doesn’t really trust himself. he was YOUNG and DUMB, but still wouldn’t ever use that as an excuse. bodie has definitely learned from his mistake.
OKAY jumping to present FINALLY!!
ftlog was not exactly the show he applied to the position for -- he has been with studio3 for a few years working on shows under other titles: production assistant, 1st/2nd assistant camera, he’s worked in the light department for a few smaller shows as well. bodie never really connected with ftlog, but it's his first gig as a camera operator, so he’s pretty excited to finally be the main guy behind the camera.
he’s basically a big fluff ball that has a past and is just trying his best to Be Happy
bodie is an irresponsible mess most of the time to anything non work related. he has to set a million alarms because more often than not, he sleeps through the first few – literally would wake up late in the afternoon every day if he could (HE LIVES FOR OVERNIGHT SHOOTS), he’s is constantly late to everything unless it’s work related. all his closest pals know if u want bodie to be On Time you have to tell him to get there at least a half hour before he really needs to be. he can only make it on time to set tbh. maybe u could see this coming, but he’s pretty much a night owl. he’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morn dickin around
says “oh baby!”, “nah” and “sick” way too much
overall pretty loud and outgoing once he feels comfy around you
is extremely flighty and unreliable when it comes to all things romantic
has 2 instagrams: 1 for business purposes that is solely his photography, and 1 for his artsy fartsy selfies lol and cryptic captions
CONNECTION IDEAS: a crew roommate(s)!! bodie doesn’t need a roommate for rent reasons, he just is definitely someone that likes the company of roommates. university pals!! maybe a star he shoots frequently on his side hustle, so they’ve developed a friendship. an ex!! bodie hates the spotlight though and actively works to keep himself as much of a fly on the wall as he can so if his ex was a star he’d literally combust the first time they got papped together. there’s a good chance bodie would break it off b4 it really got serious tho. this is all i have rn but i’m down to plot or go of chem!!! like this and i’ll come bug u!!!
