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Christian Garris. 34. Werewolf. Actor + Musician.

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location: coffee spells (hearthstone bay) time: 4:30 p.m., sunday

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Chris knew he wanted coffee. It wasn’t often that he felt a pull towards the bitter drink. He fancied anything sugared and fast. Redbull stocked their tour van whenever they did manage to make it out of Los Angeles. On set, he’d pose a Coconut flavored Redbull to pull him over. He insisted the extra caffeine applied normally to his wolf genes. Perhaps, he craved something out of the ordinary because of the special night. He would need to seek shelter soon, hoping to tame his transformation with a pack if one would take him in. Despite his time in Astoria, he hadn’t explored the packs in town. He liked the idea of a lone wolf until he had to face the consequences of a full moon. 

Chris glanced over towards a person waiting beside him. He pointed towards a barista.   ❝   How many shots of espresso do you think she’s taken behind the bar? I’m saying at least eight with how her hand’s shaking.  ❞   He looked back at her, watching her move as her thick curls bounced in sink with the rush. She looked like she was preparing his drink.   ❝   I know it’s a shit idea to get coffee so late, but hey, what’s a little edging for the moon gods?  ❞ 

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Roughly Aleyna had a remembrance of the first conversation she had with him. The attempt of being polite and well-mannered to a member of the club while disliking everything he represented, only to be showered with comments from her colleagues that that man was an actor. How could you act like that when he’s Christian Garris? Because he was still just a mere human. Ironically, she grew accustomed to his presence. It was organic how slowly she would start talking more, wondering if he’d appear by the club just to offer some snark comments.

Now, his words caused her lips to move upwards while her gaze was focused on the screen in front of her, checking the time on the bottom right. “I know her. Perhaps this woman treated you just like you deserved, Mr. Garris,” though the tease was there in every word offered, she still referred to him by his last name, the common courtesy in Elysium Club.

When 59 minute turned into 00, she shifted her gaze at him, though Ally wasn’t the one to reply to his question, it was Marissa on the other side of the desk. Oh, she’s leaving now. Aleyna turned to face the other woman, rolling her eyes at her colleague before her attention was back to him, grabbing her keys and phone. “Yes, right about now. I just need to change clothes and I’ll be good to go. Why? Do you want me to fill out a report about this irritatingly woman?” 

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❝   And what exactly do I deserve, Miss Greer?  ❞   Chris poised the question delicately on his tongue. It slithered out like honey as his lips curled in spite. They danced around professionalism though Chris wasn’t sure how to describe their relationship. Flirtationship gone mad? Bitter friends? Loving enemies? See, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t really a country club type of man, but there was something satisfying in throwing the money towards something as useless as a golf membership. He was shit at golf, but it felt better than throwing any cash his mother’s way. It was eye-opening how she changed her tune once he reached success. Rather than insulting him, she applauded his performances through text message. Of course, she was never invited to the premieres. 

His hand tensed on the counter, looking over towards her co-workers that he typically paid no mind to. He ignored Marissa pointedly, directing his attention on Ally completely.   ❝   I think this is something we can handle off the clock. Don’t you think? I have to say I’m famished. Care for God’s worst plate of bacon and eggs down at Cat Cafe?  ❞

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charliekwensi​

set: tuesday afternoon location: astoria studios availability: closed | @chrisgarris

“Will you miss me if they kill off beautiful Phoebe Novak?” She teased. Charlotte wasn’t certain that they’d do so with Phoebe anymore, there was this grey area about whether or not it’d be good for their rates. She hoped that keeping Phoebe was wiser, because she didn’t mind working for two series; especially when her current role didn’t have a lot of scenes and wouldn’t appear in every episode, aside from the money she would get from both series. And, even if she wouldn’t state this out loud, Charlie would miss acting against the man in front of her. Christian was one of the few actors she actually endured that were part of that cast, even if, sometimes, he could also be a pain in the ass. They had a break before another scene, which caused her to invite him over her trailer to smoke before they’d be needed for the scene they’d have to go through that afternoon.

Rain was pouring down, causing the former scene they had been planning to go through to be unable to shoot outdoors, and the staff was now preparing the crew for a different one. “Now that I think about it, they should’ve done something in the rain. Aren’t people a fan of couples fighting and kissing in the rain or something like that?”

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❝   Of course, I’d miss you.  ❞

Smoking on set probably wasn’t the wisest choice, but hey, Chris could pass it off as method acting. Rain pattered against the trailer window as swirls of smoke faded into the air. He wanted to say this felt like home, sitting posed with his leg across his knee while an actress smoked a blunt with him. He reclined in his seat, shifting slightly to fully face his castmate. Well, shit. By this point, they were friends, weren’t they? Sure, their tension caught the glitz and glamor on screen. He wasn’t sure the route the writers planned with the series. He hoped for a redemption arc just to pull the viewers back on their seats. So far, he’d gotten a slow burn with Phoebe last season to continue on. It wasn’t exactly reeling, but it danced on the edge of exciting. It was a distracting plot on purpose, he assumed. 

❝   I think they try to avoid obvious clichés. You can see the writers’ twist the narrative for a murder mystery already.  ❞   What he meant by that, he wasn’t sure himself. Chris rolled a hand in the air, leaning forward to snatch the spliff from her. He pressed it to his lips, letting the smoke flood his lungs before expelling it softly.   ❝   Do you really want to kiss me in the rain for ten takes?  ❞

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Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

Chris is notoriously a t-shirt and jeans type of guy. He has to hire a stylist to wear anything outside of his worn band shirts and a pair of Vans. He wears whatever is comfortable. It doesn’t matter if it’s more or less. 

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Names. 

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Working in music at a young age, Chris developed thick skin. He doesn’t let a bad review bother him and desperately tries to improve whatever’s critiqued. He wants to be better. Maybe not the best, but better. 

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On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

His fat ass, his fat ass debit card, and his keys. 

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Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

He has a few cousins his age. They’re all assholes, but assholes he gets along with. They don’t see each other outside of family often, but he finds himself closest to his cousin Maurice. She’s a firecracker that would attend every show he played and let him rehearse lines for auditions with her. 

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

He’s non-committal. He’ll linger as long as possible in the friends as benefits even if the other person falls for him. He won’t open up and that evidentially destroys everything. He’s aware of the self destruction enough to warn people before they engage in anything romantic with him. Like hey, sorry, you aren’t some special star that’s going to get me to open up to the world. Most partners find that a challenge and alas, they get proven wrong. 

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Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Normally, it’s breaking a bone at a show from getting jumped or a car accident. He doesn’t know why. 

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Success. 

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If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

He does like to blame others rather than take accountability. 

What does your character like in other people?

He likes people that are carefree and confident in who they are. He doesn’t waste time in boosting someone’s ego. He wants to be surrounded by people who live and give love. 

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

He’s fairly quickly to snap judgement from what he hears from others. He believes that people are inherently bad and if they prove they are to him, he cuts them off. 

How does your character behave around children?

Very well, actually. He had a heap of children from family throughout his life. Though he was an only child, there was always a cousin around that could barely walk. His friends had kids early too from their own choice or accidentally. He likes toddlers the most, finding them fucking hilarious to joke around with. Then again, most can assume that Chris likes children so much because he acts like one himself. Baffling. 

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

By immediately throwing hands or removing himself. 

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Very quick, read the answer above. 

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

Chris actually had no idea what he wanted to do as a child. He told adults that he wanted to be a school bus for the longest time, hoping that they would eventually drop the idea completely. He fumbled around with his life long dream, settling on acting as he grew older.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

He finds horse girls repulsive. He doesn’t like clout chasers or anyone protecting “the hardcore scene” from normies. Any sort of abuser, pedophile, racist, an anti-semitic, and specifically Jeff Bezos deserves to rot in hell. And cheese. Chris fucking hates cheese. 

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Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Shockingly, your boy Chris is very anti-gun. He finds them useless to actually solving any problems. If you really need a gun for self protection, you’re a bitch ass that can’t fight. 

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

He admires wisdom. He looked up to older actors and musicians in the industry, relying on their knowledge on how to interact with celebrities, directors, and professionals alike. 

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Fake. So awfully fake. He’s not a bad actor not a bad liar. He finds they both knit together really. If he doesn’t like you, you did something so unbearably wrong. He feels like a dark cloud in the room, unease draping over your shoulders while you try to finish your sentence. He’ll never say anything bad to you directly. You’ll hear it in a brash whisper to someone else. He’ll roll his eyes each time you speak and grant a shit-eating grin when you ask if he has a problem with you. 

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

While Chris is likely to throw hands, he’ll remove himself from the situation rather than resort to violence. 

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How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Oh, not at all. You want Chris Garris to trust you? Do cartwheels for his amusement. Fly across the country for him. Listen to his painfully awful cassette tapes from his old band. Be something great enough for him to trust you with the smallest fraction of how he feels, who he trusts, and why he’s the way he is. He isn’t against trusting people. Of course, that would be pathetic. He wants to be likable and personable with people. It’s his job as an actor for people to relate to him on the screen. For him to talk to you outside of fun conversation topics, it takes a few months of consistency. He needs to see that you’re serious. That you’re real. 

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𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬    @aleynagreer​

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❝   Excuse me? I had a complaint for a irritatingly short woman that checked me in to the club today. She was shockingly tall, brunette, and had the biggest mouth I’ve ever seen. Perhaps, you know her?  ❞   A wide grin cast over his lips as he leaned against the counter. A t-shirt loosely hung over his features, making him stick out like a sore thumb in the club. If his face wasn’t plastered on every bus in the city, people wouldn’t look at him twice. He liked being recognizable. With enough celebrity, you didn’t have to care about the dress code in a country club. 

Chris ran his fingers along the counter, pointedly annoying Ally. They had a timid relationship that began and ended with snark. She was the only person that didn’t seem to care who he was. He liked that. It was better than any pin straight L.A. girl he ran across. Actresses carried weight, but few held a candle to his current cast. People were better when they didn’t start in California. His hand tapped playfully against the desk. He wanted a cigarette, but lingered to finally ask what he walked over for. He was done socializing for the day, putting his weight towards golfing. He was a shit golfer, but his director liked it.  ❝   So, when are you off?  ❞

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