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[He dared not face her. Not if she was going to laugh at him. His pride was hurt and honestly he was probably going to lose a lot of sleep over this. After all, if Echo and Query thought him a fool then the rest of his henchmen must be laughing behind his back, too!]
Hmph… [He turned away from her and contemplated her offer. Easily he could accomplish this but the question was; what kind of riddle could he give her?]
…alright, I’ll agree to these terms but if you fall back on your word, I am allowed to use swift and clean punishment towards you.
[He was the smartest person either Query or Echo had ever met, and they owed him a lot more than a job at this point. They gave him a tough time, sure, but not more than they would for a brother. Or a puppy. A very smart, sharply dressed puppy.]
Ooh, you promise? [She grinned and nodded.] Yeah, yeah. Make it slow and dirty if you want. I can take it, I'm a big girl.
Hit me with a good one. A riddle, I mean. You only get to hit me with somethin' else if I'm wrong.
Sparks || Playing-With-Firefly and DiedreVance
God, why was she wearing so much lipstick? She was auditioning for a role in a film, not for a spot in a circus. Despite this, Garfield was caught by surprise by the voice in his head that somehow managed to convince him to look past the make-up. This lady, whoever she was, was kind of cute, and her face seemed to follow Tobey’s description of the female lead perfectly. It was a shame she was a wolf pretending to be a sheep in the middle of a tropical rainforest.
Of course it was obvious. A pink elephant standing behind her would have been less obvious. “Not really. You had wandered off while the rest of the competition stayed together, so either you are new to this, or experienced enough to call others peasants and feel no shame about it." Sadly, his boss had ordered him that he wasn’t allowed to bring any potential candidates for characters down. What was wrong with that, though? He hadn’t had the intention to offend them, he was merely offering them the plain truth. Apparently, Tobey was the only guy with permission to be honest. One of these days, that pretentious bastard would get what he deserved.
A hand was extended towards the blonde, and a forced smile tugged the corners of Garfield’s lips upwards. “Garfield Lynns from Lynns-FX. I take it you are aiming for a big role, Miss…?" Gears began turning inside his brain. There was enough potential in her physical appearance for her to become a star; the problem was that they’d never let her audition again if she showed them today how bad she was. Garfield wasn’t an actor himself, but he knew enough about pretending to be something else, and he had already learned tons from watching real actors and actresses. It wouldn’t be so hard to teach someone the basics. Once she’d been polished enough, Garfield would gladly agree to hand his star to the big boys as long as they added some action here and there. Who said romance couldn’t go hand to hand with massive amounts of incendiaries?
Diedre took the hand and shook it with a grin. "Company named after you, huh?" That meant he wasn't just some labourer, he was an owner. A somebody. The guy with the smokescreens and trick mirrors, maybe, but still important enough to try to schmooze. Even if she figured he'd inherited it. "Vance. Everyone calls me Dee." With a face like that? He could call her 'Steven' and she wouldn't smack him that hard for it.
A nasty streak in her hoped the rest of the applicants saw her talking to him. Even if she was terrible, she knew someone. And that was all it took. Even just knowing the guy with the matches was helpful. "Yeah, I don't think anyone comes down here to get the part of Girl With Bucket. There's a lot more people than I thought, though. You think I got a chance?" She looked over at the group with a slight pout. Of course she didn't. These people had actual experience, and she just had a pair of purple heels. Garfield was better for the role. What was she doing here?
Barely a highschool diploma and no funds for much more is what she was doing. A few splatter paintings that no one liked, and a personality too disagreeable for customer service. Didn't all terrible waiters try acting? It was the fall-back that would never catch her.
Sparks || Playing-With-Firefly and DiedreVance
Another day, another chance to blow something up and get paid for it. Well, not really.
Unbeknonst to pretty much every single person he had met, Garfield had forced himself to endure the arduous path one need to take to become part of the special effects crew for only one reason; the chance to work with what he loved without breaking the law. Yes, special effects included much more than pyrotecnics and explosions, but he had always managed to convince his employers to include them in greater quantities than what they had planned at first. Until now, at least. A romantic movie was, as far as Garfield knew, anything but spectacular explosions and life-threatening fires. Still, they were offering him a great deal of money, and there was a point in every man’s life where he needed to do what brought benefits to his wallet rather than his heart.
There he was, standing not so far from the rest of his crew, casually giving orders to those who seemed a little lost every now and then, his blonde hair combed backwards somewhat lazily and a good-looking beard decorating his chin. Some men had been hired by the film’s big boys, but they had been placed under Garfield’s supervision. He was in charge of them, and, being the responsible owner of a whole company with a reputation that grew with every film, it was his duty to make sure those fellows didn’t mess it up.
From the corner of his eye, he caught what had been the cause of his workers unusual lack of focus that day; auditions for one of the female leads. Slender and beautiful, there was a bouffet of ladies those men would have devoured in no time if they had been given the chance. There was this particular woman, however, who had ventured away from the group. Garfield had to admit he found it unusual, as most women competing for a role usually stayed together and pretended they supported each other. Much to his dismay, this blonde woman had almost tripped over some cables, and he had noticed it. To make it worse, none of his men were there to make sure nothing had been damaged. It was those little accidents that could utterly destroy a film’s outcome.
As he made his way towards the cable, he couldn’t help but notice her body language. Not a single word had reached his ears, but he could tell she hadn’t exactly played a role in plays during her high school years. From there, his feet braked and decided he should check if she needed some help with her lines. Anything would be perfect as long as it kept him away from the non-explosive special effects.
Once he had arrived to a spot right behind her, he finally realized how… well, she wasn’t awful, but there was this moth aficionado he had met some years ago who could have done it ten times better than her. “Is this your first time?" he inquired from behind her, his hands tugged inside his pockets and a charmingly smooth expression creeping into his features.
By this point, Diedre wasn't hard to distract. She wanted the role, sure, but reading and rereading the same lines over and over and over and over... well, it wasn't her forte. The tap of her heel on the floor was more interesting. Tap tappa tap- oh crap someone was behind her.
Immediately she felt like tossing her script away and pretending she'd been doing something else. This entire scenario felt like she'd been caught singing in the shower. If this didn't work out, and Nina heard what she'd shot for, the torment would never stop.
The habitual answer to his question was 'no' followed by some demonstration, but in this case, it actually was her first time. "Why, is it obvious?" She turned to see who'd asked, looking back through thick mascara and thicker eyeliner. What could she say, the bright red lipstick made her stand out, stick in memories and get asked for digits. It hadn't failed her before, and that's exactly what you tried for at an interview.
It was easy enough to know he wasn't competition. Everyone here was auditioning for the female lead, and though he probably had more acting experience than her, there was generally a certain look they shot for. A beard didn't exactly match the notes on her script. But it fit him better than a well-tailored suit.
Which meant he was already hired. Probably. And it wouldn't hurt her chances to make nice either way. So she fired off a bright smile, outlined in brighter lipstick, and quietly hoped he had a thing for blondes. Well, maybe something more specific. There was a whole line up of beautiful aspiring actress blondes much more in their element here. Which, she had to assume, was also his element.
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[Oh, the humiliation.]
[Edward put his fingers in his ears when she began guffawing laughing (at him of all people!), his pout hardening with each remark. He didn’t like the idea of Echo knowing what occurred. One of them knowing he messed up was bad enough, but two? Oh nooo; he was putting a stop to this now.]
[He cut her off, speaking loud and frank.] You even let a fly know about this and docking you and Echo’s pay by half. I can’t have my reputation be— [He huffed] —be belittled by some trick!
Aw, c'mon, Boss, it's just a bit of fun! You know she'll never believe me, anyway. [She quieted down, but didn't stop smiling. Maybe he'd had enough, but it was still damn funny. She held up both hands in mock innocence.] Okay, okay. I won't tell any flies. Scout's honour. [With one finger she drew an X over her heart and made up some kind of salute. She'd obviously never been any kind of scout. The cherry on top was the snap of her bubble gum.]
Tell ya what, if you can stick me with the next one, I'll forget about it too. [That wasn't going to happen. But riddles were great, and she didn't know anything that cheered him up more.]
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Packed into an unruly queue wasn't exactly how Diedre thought a movie interview would go, but she wasn't an expert. Really, really wasn't an expert. Even with practise she couldn't keep up with the other aspiring thespians. Clearly she was just... cut from a different cloth. A ripped piece of leather compared to their angora scarves.
Already they looked clique-y. Not the kind of clique she could click with, either. These were the kids she used to shake up for lunch money. One or two, literally. Just keep the script up and maybe they won't recognize you. All around her, effects crews and actors were rehearsing, arguing, moving heavy cables and repositioning lights. Some of the more likely stars stepped and ducked at exact timing, without so much as breaking stride. This was their element, not hers. Diedre scrunched her lip and gave the intended role another read.
This wasn't so bad. She could do this. Acting was just glorified lying. Lying wasn't that difficult. Diedre cleared her throat, tripped over a cable, and did her best to make it look intentional as she headed off where there was a bit more space. She had emphasis on all the wrong words and pauses in the worst of places. But there was something to be said for the effort, right?
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[Edward’s face turned bright red when the answer hit him as hard as her slap. Sand! Bloody sand! Ugh, he should have known that! It was a mere child’s riddle for god’s sake!]
[His cheeks puffed up and he looked away, arms crossed, and looking more like a stubborn child with each passing second.] I knew that, I was just— [He grunted and waved a hand angrily.] —testing you! It was all a test.
Uh-huh. Here's another, what's bright red and lost a riddle game with his own employee? [Her smile was uncontrollably wide. Sure, it was fun to tease him for running out of breath before her and Nina were warmed up, but this! This was a whole different animal!]
[Practically impersonating a hyena, she popped a stick of gum in her mouth. A few loud bites to soften it, barely contained by her high spirit and pulled smile.] Damn Eddie, you're redder than Firefly when he takes off the mask! This is priceless. Where's Echo when you want her? Oh, I know! Let's send her a picture!
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[Edward scowled at the very thought. Defeat? Him!? Never. This was driving him up the wall, though. He paced back and forth frantically, his teeth grinding as he tried to figure it out but alas— nothing.]
…..alright, what is it? [He grumbled sourly.]
Hah! Knew I could get you! [Still wearing a grin she clapped him on the shoulder. A gesture to say it was all in fun, and he was still the boss. Even if she could beat him in arm wrestling any day.] Sand, Eddie. It's sand. Y'know, because glass is made of sand?
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What! No, of c-course not! I got this one in the bag. [Shit, shit, she was on to him. He can’t let her think he was slipping. What would the other henchmen think of him? He cleared his throat.] I am just…doing dramatic…pause?
[Slanted grin and badly feigned agreement. If only Echo was around to see this.] Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. I forgot you were The Prince of Puzzles and Suspense. C'mon, if you admit defeat now, I'll treat you to Denny's.
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….that is a good one. I build dungeons, I rip apart castles. [Edward stroked his chin in thought. He rather hated he was stumped and to be stooped by his own minion no less; the horror.] …..
…..where….where did you learn this one?
[Query's smile peeled to show teeth. She couldn't help it. This never happened. Savour it like a first sip of champagne.] Why, too tricky for you, Boss?
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Don’t think this means you can sweet talk me, Query.
What if it ends in ‘what am I’?
…..maybe, but only if it is a really good ‘what am I’.
That sounds like a challenge. Okay, I heard a good one a while back. I build dungeons, I rip apart castles, I make some people go blind, but help others to see. What am I?
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Don’t think this means you can sweet talk me, Query.
What if it ends in 'what am I'?
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Dormouse? Man, you rogues get away with all the stupid nicknames. If anyone else called him that, he’d carve a riddle in their chest or somethin’.
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Oh, contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.
Uh-huh. Starting to see why people always get headaches after talking to you. I'm not even gonna try to translate that one.
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“You’re speaking my language. Besides, you need new fishnets now.” Echo grinned back, following along. As a last thought before she headed out the door, she stopped at the refrigerated case on the wall by the door and grabbed two celebratory root beers. It’s the little things in life.
Following her partner out the door, she could hear sirens in the distance. If they were smart and hurried, and lets face it, they were smart, the GCPD wouldn’t stand a chance of catching them. they’d even be lucky to get a glimpse as two green-clad figures disappeared around a corner and were gone for good with the goods. It was good to be back, like things had never changed. She handed Query her rootbeer as they hurried away. Though not a hurry that made them look anxious mind you, just one that was prudent.
"Oh, damn, you're right. These things are always getting shredded." Diedre frowned and checked her legs. It wasn't the first ruined pair, nor would it be the last. Not by a long shot. "Oh, thanks," she took the rootbeer and unscrewed the cap. Like always, it fizzed over the top. Keeping with Echo's pace, the duo was long gone before the police car doors had shut. She tapped her bottle to Nina's in mock cheers. "Beautifully done, Nina. Good to see you're not out of practise." It really was beautifully done, and hell, she'd drink to that. Even if it was just a carbonated soda. Nothing beat a cool rootbeer after a robbery with her best gal. Except maybe topping it off by blowing some money that wasn't theirs.