QUEEN

EUDORA MORTIMER. ACTRESS.

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eisleyporter‌:

Load out was the hardest part of playing a show. It wasn’t like she knew her way around, and it was her label that booked everything she did, so she didn’t even know the promoter anymore. But at least the names on the billboard outside of the venue were good ones. At least the room had been full based on buzz around her name, but in reality probably more for the local bands that played with her. Her band had their stuff outside, every member with a cigarette in their mouth as the little brunette struggled with her gear and merch, she’d already split it into two trips and was still struggling with everything. She hadn’t been able to change yet, but it was far too cold for her to be out in just her shorts and tank top. She threw her baggy coat on top to try to keep warm, left open in her hurry to just get loaded out. Her hands were entirely full when her merch box fell off of the pile in her arms. “Shit.” She hissed and looked around her for someone to help her. “Excuse me,” she said when someone started to pass by, “I’m sorry, I dropped my box and I’m not able to grab it, could you  give me a hand?” 

Eudora wasn’t even supposed to be here. Her manager had advised her not to go off on her own but sometimes a girl needed a quick break and with her cap on it’s not like she would stumble into anyone that she knew her or people would recognize her. Sure she might have been clambering as an actress but she was far from a grade-A meaning that she would or at least should be able to roam freely and enjoy the what the city had to offer. It had been a long time since the last time she had entertained herself with a concert. Concerts were risky no matter how small the capacity but Eudora had had enough of sticking around in hotel rooms and reading over scripts that she was starting to not enjoy. After she managed to sneak out of the hotel she pulled her cap lower as she walked farther into the place. She was surprised when she saw someone struggling with her belongings. Was she backstage? Shit. She didn’t think she was supposed to be here. Already caught though Eudora used all that she could to keep composure. She smiled at the girl. “Sure.” She walked over and kneeled down to grab the box. “Here. Are you doing alright on your own?” 

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qrpeddie‌:

“Aw, come on. Don’t be such a friggin’ tough cookie, E.” He replies, sighing. It’s like he’s the only one who knows how to really take a breather here. Shooting isn’t supposed to be as glum as this. He understands his ranks now and he’s playing with the bigger sharks but it doesn’t mean he’ll have to uphold professionalism all the time. “I’ve memorised all of my lines, you can chill. We can go practice if you want. No offense but you seem to have been questioning my capabilities as an actor.” He’s joshing with her but wants to know her reaction.

“I’m not.” Eudora almost hissed. It’s not like she doesn’t know how to relax or have fun but she had been so stressed with her script lately that she didn’t really have time to joke around like this. “I’m not questioning anything. I just need to keep my head in the game and I can’t for the life of me do that when you have been chatting non stop and distract the heck out of me.” She was so close to throwing her papers away. Obviously she needed to get some rest. Working hours until the morning came everyday was beginning to take a toll on the rising actress. “Yes. We can practice. That’s better.” 

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

Nodding his head, he remained uncertain how much he’d actually utilize those cards, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a discussion. If the price was too hefty, there was no harm, no foul. Stubborn as he was, at least he tried to have common sense unlike his brother; it was simply difficult to accept an act of kindness, taught to be wary of another shoe to fall. People were never as forthright as he thought they should be, leading him to consider his cynicism as justified. His gaze didn’t waver when she sighed, though his eyebrows raised slightly, wondering what the sigh had meant. It wasn’t as if he had his phone on him, and he would rather not panic his mousy wife further. Micah had enough excitement for the evening– they both needed rest and time to unpack what had happened, which reminded the male to ask if she would be alright to go to work tomorrow. If she thought she’d be distracted, perhaps he could pitch a day off. “No, she’s alright… She should be back soon. The cold doesn’t particularly fuss me,” he drawled in his French accent, tinted with an underlying hint of the remnants of a British one, accepting the cigarette from her, brow furrowing and awkwardly patting down his shirt before comprehending he hadn’t actually carried a lighter in years after he’d switched to an e-cigarette, “Um… Actually, that would be wonderful, thank you… You’re not in a rush to get back inside, are you? You seem to be a popular girl, miss Eudora.” She must be tired, too, but at least the crowd was starting to lose interest given how late it was.

“Okay.” Eudora was just trying to maintain a conversation but she couldn’t deny the awkwardness of the situation. Maybe she had been too friendly. Or pushy. That was the last thing she wanted. How the hell would she be able to deliver a good image if she only made people uncomfortable. It wasn’t her intent at all. Eudora tried to find some sort of silver lining or just a simple assumption that this person was just someone that wasn’t good with talking which she though she could understand after what just happened. “I’m glad.... She’s alright. How long have you two been together?” She asked deciding to continue with the small talk to see how it went. She considered calling someone from her contact to bring her a drink but she didn’t want to look even more like a snob in front of here. “No... Not really.” She smiled a little at his comment. “Do I? Ah yes. I um... I’m an actress. My new show has been airing for a few weeks now and I guess that puts me on the radar.” She chuckled. 

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

Discount. The philosopher was hesitant to take up the offer, not out of pride, but uncertain how morally right it would be, let alone if he wanted to press charges. Unwilling to seem rude, Orion replied, “I suppose I could have a talk with them.” Right now, he wanted sleep, the exhaustion of the evening catching up in the late hours. The night was drawing on and it felt like ages had passed, though turning his phone over revealed it had only been ten minutes. Damn it. Looking up at her, grasping the unusual chill of the breeze in the air, he shook his head. The cool didn’t bother him, personally; Manchester was always cold, cold and fucking rainy, and the winters had been brutal. A little cold in the dead of summer wouldn’t hurt him. Orion was distant as it were, he would likely barely register it. “I, uh, told my wife I would stay here. I think I should stay where I am, she’s a bit freaked out.” Understandably so. A sting of guilt evoked with the words, craving the cigarette deeply now, patting down his pockets with a grimace lining his features. “Can’t find my smokes… You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette, would you?”

Eudora smile when he agreed somewhat. “I’ll give you their cards. They’re one of the best in the business.” She could tell he wasn’t really up for a lot of talking which is fine since Eudora herself wasn’t a talkative person unless she was asked. Playing different roles painted different images for people to see. She was seen as someone who’s a bit bitchy in real life though she’s actually quite timid and likes to mind her own business. Ambitious yes. A bit of a pushover. She sighed when he rejected both of her offers but she understood his state. “Okay. Your wife didn’t get hurt though did she?” She asked frowning in concern. When he asked for a cigarette Eudora paused before she started looking through her sweater pockets. She always brought at least a pack since the takes could get stressful a lot. She pulled one out and handed it to him. “Here. You need a lighter?” She asked. 

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qrpeddie‌:

Walking around with a bleeding gash on his face may be a spectacle for the people who aren’t a part of his crew but it’s what he does on a day-to-day basis, and none of that substance is actual blood. Though he still finds amusement whenever he passes someone and hears their surprised gasps. It’s one of his favourite things about acting or fronting as a stuntman. The fakeness and farcicality of it. He’s sipping on a smoothie and watching the crew set up the set when he notices someone gaping at him. Eddie smirks and turns to them. “Don’t look so frightened.” He swipes some of the ‘blood’ from his cheek and puts it in his mouth. “See? It’s chocolate syrup, actually. I’m an actor.” 

“I know.” Eudora murmured glancing up from the book she had been reading for the past hour. “We’re working together afterall.” She had heard of Eddie’s recent promotion to being one of the leads. It must felt good for him but Eudora never knew what to do around fresh leaves. This was one of her new projects and she wanted everything to be perfect. If all went well it could elevate her career make her more successful. But would she be able to do that with a newbie. “You should probably start doing your lines again and not waste your time showing that off.” She suggested being the more experienced in this. He was good looking but he was an ex stuntman. Could he really pull the actual chops was the real question.

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

“I doubt I can afford a lawyer of your caliber.” The statement was honest, though not spoken harshly. It was simply that: a statement. He came from an impoverished family, after all, and despite his brother now being filthy rich thanks to Coraline, it wasn’t like that meant he was rolling in it, too. Orion’s pay was good at the tattoo shop, the tips garnered from it and for his art pieces and books when sold was enough to fund overseas trips. However, lawyers were always more expensive than a trip overseas, at least by twice that, especially for a felony like this. He refrained from saying it would likely be a moot point if he didn’t manage to get him in jail; a restraining order could be violated, easily, it wasn’t as if his father would be afraid of a piece of paper. Hopefully, now that he’d fought back, his father would be afraid of him. I’m pretty sure they’re here for me. Glancing around at the people beginning to crowd, Orion prayed they stayed their distance, far too exhausted to tolerate a panic attack from the claustrophobia. Crowds were no stranger to him with Cyrek’s band, on the other hand, therefore the fact the crowd was forming for her rather than him was somewhat relieving, if not a seeming invasion of his personal privacy. Eudora. The name didn’t ring familiar. “Orion. Unfortunate we couldn’t meet under better circumstances,” he introduced himself in return, nodding his head, searching his pockets for his e-cigarette. Shit, where was it? He must have lost it in his apartment during the scuffle.

“I’m positive the price can be deducted if you mention your association with me” She didn’t have a lot of influence yet but enough to uphold some kind of power. With her stardom rising not many would want to reject her requisitions but again it wasn’t anything she’d want to push. He barely knew her anyway. His manager would frown upon her decision to help someone this ambiguous but Eudora was letting him know incase he changed his mind. It stung a bit when he didn’t seem to recognize her name. It shouldn’t be surprising. She still had a long way to go but after working for so damn long she was beginning to hope for some kind of recognition. “Me too. You should find someplace warmer. It’s getting cold here and people are rounding up.” She said watching him as he moved around as if looking for something. “Everything okay?” She asked.

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

I’m so sorry to hear that. A forced, thin smile formed, debating a deadpanned remark, merely uncertain how sincere she was. This was New York, after all; passerby rarely cared for the victim, simply put. Apathy eventually set in, and apathy was all he currently felt regardless. Whether she was out for her own agenda by being nice or genuinely cared, he didn’t have the energy to give a damn at the moment. Still, the notion of a restraining order made him tense, anxious, figuring the legal action was too underwhelming and would anger the beast further. “A court order won’t stop him from showing up,” Orion said finally, “He can be ruthless.” His father wasn’t like most, he oscillated between the faux gentleman and a son’s absolute worst nightmare in the flesh, both terror-inducing and stifling. Looking back, he’d hated it, the strict rules whenever he was home, the vice grip on his tiny arm when his energy amped too high, determined to shove him into a bottle after seeing how flagrantly rebellious Cyrek could be, how uncaring and reckless. “Sure, I suppose, though it seems I’m attracting a crowd,” he observed idly, waving an arm toward the people gathering. Orion didn’t think to question the shoot she had, figuring she was a model given her good looks, gesturing beside him. His voice was growing tired, but he could manage for now. “You can sit if you like.”

Eudora could tell he didn’t believe her and she wasn’t going to force him to. She did feel bad for what happened though. Being in the industry she had heard a bunch of stories about assault. She was one of the lucky ones who hasn’t been tainted yet but she’s afraid the clock might be ticking for her. That being said she couldn’t imagine how awful it would feel to have your own family member attack you. She did a lot of research for the characters she played and when she had to take a role of somebody with a broken past she’d always feel sympathy for the people who had actually gone through the experience. “Not if you find the right person. I could help you..... I mean. I know a couple of very good lawyers.” It was a necessity to have them since people in the industry are bound to feed on you and mess you up. One wrong move and you’ll be thrown into the fire. She looked up to see the crowd forming. She waved at a couple of them and a couple seemed to notice. “I’m pretty sure they’re here for me too....” She mumbled shaking her head. “Thank you. I’m Eudora by the way.” She introduced herself. 

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

She seemed awkward, to say the least, and awkward people didn’t tend to mesh with his own awkwardness. Frankly, he had never been one for keeping up with television nor movies after growing up the same way his brother did, and if he did watch anything, it tended to be old– vintage, even. Older comedy shows like the Tonight Show when Johnny Carson had hosted, black and white films… Regardless, his cognizance would have failed to register; as his brother would say, he had bigger fish to fuckin’ fry right now. Like the cut on his lip that was teeming with anger, returning his hand to it, thinking to search his pockets for a tube of Carmex. Orion was hesitant to divulge to a stranger what had occurred, but a glance at her face reminded him of terrified young mothers with their bubbly newborns on their hip after gunshots would stir trouble in the rough neighborhood they’d resided in in Manchester. Deciding it would add to any anxieties she felt if he was vague, the philosopher coughed again and muttered, “My father assaulted me. Nothing you need to worry about happening to you. Abnormal situation.” His arms locked around his knees, tempted to hunch over in shame, somewhat humiliated and overexposed by the disclosure. Thank God he wasn’t the one in handcuffs, remaining leery of the authorities by nature. Nodding when she mentioned she didn’t leave often, he shrugged, brushing his curls out of his face and unscrewing the lid of the Carmex, applying it to his lips and overlooking the sting. “Apologies, then, for delaying you. I’m sure they’ll be coming down soon…” In hopes they didn’t topple the apartment further, that is. 

Eudora frowned when he told her his father assaulted him. She felt bad for asking now this all seemed like a personal issue something she shouldn’t have even touched in the first place. But Eudora was already here and it would be rude to just step away now. Plus it looks like people were gathering around. What if one of them discovered her and what kind of message would it deliver if she just left this poor man by himself. She wanted to keep up a positive image afterall. She just looked at him for a moment before smiling sympathetically. “I’m so sorry to hear that but.... At least you’re okay. You should consider a restraining order.” Thats what she does with those crazy fans and everything. Of course it’s a different case but it would help. “It’s okay.... I can stay here if you’re okay with it. You seem shaken still. It’d be rude of me to just leave you by yourself.” She chuckled. “I have another shoot to attend anyway. Might as well stay out here.”

[kristenstuwarts]

Kristen Stewart Breaks Down Her Career, from Panic Room to Twilight | Vanity Fair

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

You look really drained. Translation: you look like shit. Or, at least, he was certain that was what she was insinuating and he was under no delusion whatsoever of his state of being. “Thank you, the ladies love it,” he joked dryly, touching the fresh cut on his lip, a tinge of disdain sparking with the fear it too would scar. It hurt to speak, and by the end of the night, he would probably lose his voice for a day or two with the excessive strain; for now, he was still capable of speaking hoarsely, faintly. The blare of sirens had thankfully ended, ceasing his inclination to cover his ears and scarper, lest he make the situation look bad. Initially, her question received the sign language for no, until he remembered no one in New York besides his brother would be able to read British sign language, shaking his head then. Coughing and swallowing, he mumbled, “My wife is getting ice while we wait. I’m okay. Thank you.” The police may have additional questions, or they may even need to go to the station; either way, he had to stay put when all he truly wanted to do was find a place to lie down for the evening. “Do you live here?”

“Oh. I bet.” Eudora offered a strange smile like she wasn’t accustomed to being snarked like that. Although considered a hard worker she was favorited a lot by her company and she never really had anyone act impolitely unless they were her movie directors. Some say the fame might be getting to her head but she denied it consistently. It was just weird now with her rising status to see a person who didn’t at least do a double take or praise her for her newfound role that was beginning to become quite the sensation around the town. Shrugging she concluded that she might not have reached that level of stardom yet. “Fair enough. Can I ask what happened here?” She asked curiously. She felt a bit threatened. If this place turned out to be unsafe then she would need to pack up again. “I do.” Though she rarely lived in it. It was just a temporary place for the ever moving actress. “Though I don’t leave my room a lot.” She explained. 

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

The past hour, two hours, three hours– what time was it?– had passed precipitately, tunnel visioned presently by the flashes of blue and red glowing throughout the street. Perched on the front steps to the Blackwood, purple and black bruises laden on his face, Orion sat in austere silence. Eyes glued to the police car, dreading the removal of the– unwanted individual in his apartment, his hands rubbed his arms unconsciously, tethered to a feeling of disgust with himself and harboring the desire to shower right away. At least Micah had taken the time to clean up the blood from his face before they’d been ushered out of the apartment, and he’d sent her to get some ice for his face. I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise. Emerald gaze only flickering away from their focus when another individual walked up, head leaned against the railing with grim expression and in the midst of lifting a hand to rub his sore face, he made an attempt to speak despite his aching voice, “Can’t go in right now… sorry.”

Eudora really shouldn’t wander by herself but curiosity killed the cat and the sirens had attracted the actress. She couldn’t escape it as it happened just a few metres from where she stood plus it’s not like her manager was around to dictate her every action. Eudora walked over to inspect what was going on. She didn’t really know what happened and the police preferred to keep their mouths shut. Sighing she walked over to the lone boy sitting there. She was a little hesitant at first but he looked so upset she couldn’t just pass by without saying anything. “You look really drained. Is there anything I can get you?” She asked she could just call one of her people to do the duty if she wanted. 

[hellosanshine]

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agentxredfield‌:

Death wasn’t all that uncommon in the world, and, if you narrowed it down to Queens, it happened on a daily basis. It was a part of the circle of life, and all that nonsense, and, for the most of it, Sam and the rest of her office left it all for the PD to deal with. However, once the call came in, she wasted no time, dropping everything she was doing and driving off to the crime scene, only to met with another gruesome, public murder. They’ve been tracking the person responsible for months now, yet, every single time, miraculously, they were gone, without a trace. Only this time, there was a witness. After being pointed out to the person, Sam walked over to them, barely glancing over at the covered body on her way. “Hi- I’m Agent Redfield, with FBI.” She flashed her badge, for a brief moment, studying the person for a moment. Their possible ptsd be damned, for now. “I would like to ask you a few questions.

Eudora was shaking as she tried to look away from the now covered corpse. She was lucky enough to have missed the actual murder but the commotion attracted the actress’s attention and the first thing she saw was the lying body on the ground. She wanted to run back home but the FBI apparently go to the case a lot faster and she knew that fleeing now would only rise suspicion on her. That was the last thing she needed when she had to uphold her career. This was the situation she would have rather avoided together. “I really don’t know what happened here....” She mumbled with a trembling voice as the agent approached her. “Look. Can I just go home? I got here after the murder happened. You can ask others if you don’t believe me.” She said. She pointed at all the people standing by who were equally as terrified as she was.

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cywreck‌:

Time had passed since the last concert he had attended as a fan over the support. While he had been fans of the majority of the bands he played with, it wasn’t the same as attending as just another face in the crowd. And really, he did blend in fantastically in the black jumpsuit, black hair, dark makeup, weaving through the crowd and wriggling his way out. For this band in particular, the mosh pit would get increasingly rowdy to the point of near-violence and sincerely, he didn’t want to be the recipient of a black eye for a missed suckerpunch. Hopping over the barricade with his drink in hand, his path crossed another heading for the pit, slowing down. “Hey! I wouldn’t go in if I were you, it’s gettin’ pretty fuckin’ rough!” Cyrek had to yell over the crowd and the music to project his voice, nodding in the direction of a fight breaking out. “Unless you’re willin’ to risk a fuckin’ limb!”

Eudora didn’t know what to do in this situation. She should’ve just listened to her manager and not get drifited into this sea of people. She just wanted to feel normal again for a minute and not have to worry about being recognized by the public. She liked the attention usually but not when one of her favorite bands was playing. With a cap pulled over almost the entirety of her face she looked up when she heard a guy warn him about the fight breaking out. Gasping she moved over to the side quickly and avoided the commotion. “”What happened?” She asked the guy while she tried to catch her breath.

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pepperchase‌:

“–from the chandeli-ie-ieeer!!” It seemed only right to finish up the set with something upbeat. She’d gone for a few queer anthems, from George Michael to Lana Del Rey, a few love songs, a couple emo moments, one of her own songs, and a few well-known bangers, hoping to satisfy almost everyone. Pepper had been keeping herself busy the last few months between tattooing clients at the shop and improving on her guitar, enough to spring for an electric with some of her tips. She’d brought it out for the first time tonight, a risky move in her mind, but it seemed to have payed off. She pulled the strap over her shoulder as she headed offstage, blowing a couple ( probably unwarranted ) kisses. It was nice to feel good enough about herself to jokingly flirt with an audience. She was starting to have doubts again, like she did every couple months, especially with how quiet things had been at home. But this was a nice distraction. She smiled at the first face that greeted her at the bottom of the short set of steps. “How was it? You having a lit time?”

“That was great yeah.” Eudora had to wear a cap that covered almost half her face. She thought it was ridiculous how her manager basically forced her to do that for her safety measures when she very well knew that no one would recognize her. She wasn’t that famous yet and not to mention people would be too tipsy to even realize who she even was. After she finished watching the girl perform she clapped her hands and showed how impressed she was by the performance. Sometimes she missed being able to attend casual events like these without having to worry about her managers or the public eye. “I’m suprised no one has gathered around to ask for an autograph yet.” Eudora chuckled. “I really enjoyed the performance though. You were a charmer.”

[dailykristen]

kristen Stewart - CHARLIE’S ANGELS - Official Trailer

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abbihoff‌:

Abbi was taken aback by the question. She cracked a smile, chuckling quietly. “Oh, uh. I actually don’t have to be anywhere for a little bit. I could use company while I sit and eat. You’re not allergic to nuts, right?” She asked, last thing she wanted was to get the woman sick from her banana bread. “I got banana bread and it has walnuts in it.”

She smiled in return and shook her head. She thought for a moment wondering if her manager would be upset if he caught her sharing food with a stranger just like this but she didn’t want to let his prattling get into her head. Not today. She was human and she deserved a break. “Not at all. I think banana bread is delicious. I havent had one in such a long time. ” She said shrugging her shoulders. “That seat over there is empty and not very crowded.” She pointed out softly.