ā i donāt care who you kiss , milo . ā having only caught onto the last half of miloās sentence , carter doesnāt bother to modulate the edge in his tone . scenarios change , scripts get revisions , but some things remain the same . the screenwriterās relationship with the actor has been one consistent line of disagreement and tension that stretches with the string of durability . tongue playing with an unlit cigarette , bringing a lighter to his lips , he adds , ā but if those gray hairs comes with an early retirement , do let me know . ā a slice of amusement seeps into his tone as he exhales around the smoke , ā so , i can kill off your character faster than i had originally planned . ā
even outside of the content she created, one would often find imara gill, albeit seemingly - mindlessly, agressively swinging at a punching bag, but it wasn't mindless at all; she channeled all of her rage ( and other emotions ) and the problems she had with life into throwing her own fists. and what wasn't there to be pissed about? she couldn't get a moment's peace from that damn camera crew. remember the money, remember the money, she would need to remind herself. she'd discovered one of those speed bags ( most commonly used by stupid gym bros; the very same that either worship or fear her ) on the beach, so naturally, she was drawn to it. catching a glimpse of a figure standing behind her out of the corner of her eye was enough to get a rise out of the influencer. practically growling, she squinted without turning her head towards the other. she wanted to go on a whole damn rant about staring in public, but instead, snapped in her raspy english accent, never ceasing the quick pummel to the speed bag in front of her, " can i help you ? "
jiro stood at the edge of the beach , his hands buried in the pockets of his shorts as he stared out at the waves . the sound of laughter and music filled the air , but his focus was on the camera crew setting up nearby . with a slight frown , he muttered under his breath , " do they always have to be this close ? " then , catching himself , he forced a small smile and turned to the nearest person , trying to play it cool . " so ... how long before we forget they 're even here ? "
location : the bonfire pit
currently : open to everyone !
āiām telling you, is a bonfire really a bonfire without sāmores? highly doubt it,ā lucille muses to the camera as sheās huddled up by the fire pit, finishing her second sāmore of the night with one hand and roasting marshmallows with the other. she wasn't sure the production crew would appreciate someone sneaking in their own food despite all the booths they've set up, but who can resist a little something homemade? she excitedly offers the sāmore she just made to the nearest person passing by, extending an arm out as far as she can from where she's sitting. āyou wanna try one? trust me, these don't disappoint.ā