✘ DON'T DREAM IT, BE IT.

  ( Truman Wake △ 40 ▽ Washed Up Actor △ Newcomer ). 

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lana bristled slightly at the man’s blunt tone, but held out her lighter to him with the tips of her fingers nonetheless, taking several long drags from her own cigarette as she surveyed him. he didn’t look like the sort to be enjoying the garish lights and screaming children that characterised the boot hill rodeo, and she couldn’t help wondering what he was doing here.

TRUMAN OFFERED A GRUFF “thanks” as he took the lighter. It was high quality, at least. It lit fast and before he knew it he was taking a long drag, and tossing the lighter back to her. Truman leaned against the truck, looking up at the sky for a silent moment. He was feeling rather self-reflective, not that he’d ever admit that. “rodeo isn’t my vibe, dunno about you,” he offered finally.

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lana had always enjoyed the rodeo - the bright lights, the sense of the whole town coming together as a community for a shared experience. she didn’t like the relentless advertising of food, or the frequent run-ins with tipsy students, but all in all it allowed her to forget about the stresses of her life for a few hours at a time - and the days of work helped with that.

she had ducked behind one of the trucks for a cigarette, having staved off the urge for hours. but just as she lit it, she heard footsteps, and sighing, she turned to face the person. “can i help you?” it came out slightly ruder than intended, but all she had wanted was a few minutes of peace.

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TRUMAN DIDN’T MIND social gatherings, and he loved parties, the issue was that he wasn’t much of a cowboy. One solid hour of yee-hawing and he was raring to escape from the one-horse show that was the rodeo. He slipped out of the crowd without much trouble. After all, no one was hovering around him these days.

Truman had picked out a secluded little spot earlier, and was shocked to see that a woman was now inhabiting it. Though, her snarky question hardly phased him. “yeah, you can give me a light,” Truman grunted, pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket.

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mallory nodded, deciding to take truman’s advice about the heels. she had never inflicted violence on anyone before. let alone with heels. but if anything went particularly out of hand, at least she’d know how to defend herself now. she sat in the passenger side, careful to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind as she dug in her purse. she hadn’t and after zipping up her purse, she spent the rest of the drive looking out of the window at boot hill. during the night time, the surrounding area dimly lit yet looking beautiful as it usually did. it was while seeing the town in its most raw form, the streets devoid of people and bare, that mallory truly appreciated. boot hill was beautiful, its old charm having a hold on you. it was the main reason why mallory figured she’d never want to leave.

BOTH OF THEM WERE pretty quiet throughout the drive. It was short, and frankly Mallory seemed to caught up in her thoughts for Truman to really broach the subject of their investigation. It didn’t matter. They’d stick together that was rule number one. He parked in front of an old mansion — it looked like something straight out of Scooby Doo minus the banner outside that said ‘MURDER-MYSTERY DINNER 2NITE’  Truman got out of the car and hovered as he waited for Mallory to clamor out of the vehicle. When she’d caught up, he tossed her the keys. “not sure what tonight’s theme is but if talking going haunted vibes this place takes the cake,”

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lola was confused as to what the whole point of this was but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt. so she leaned forward, listening carefully to the song playing. she remembered the tune right away as soon as she heard the song begin to play. it was a classic: lollipop by the chordettes. her mother would play it a lot and lola grew to have a love for it. while their dad was away at work, she and her sister would dress up with their mom and dance around the house while the song would play. it’d always the end the same way, her mother pulling the two girls in for a hug and telling them that they when they grew up, they better find a good man to settle down with. “lollipop by the chordettes,” lola answered as if it were obvious, “heard it a couple times when i was a kid. and you?”

TRUMAN COULDN’T HELP but cock a brow. lollipop, really? Still, he supposed the song itself didn’t matter so much as his theory. If anything, the song was so starkly different to what he was hearing that it all but proved him right then and there. “Dying in LA by Panic at the disco,” he finally answered. It was his: god I miss the old days song. The one that reminded him of the sheer joy he felt when a fan recognized him; how he’d spent ten thousand drunken nights with his friends making bad choices that they could pay off in the morning. But he wasn’t about to tell Lola this. “it’s a new classic,” He finally offered. “so we hear different songs. What the fuck is up with that? How could they...know first of all, and I wonder what sound the radio is like — actually making?”

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africa or roseanna

“Africa by Toto is the best thing to ever grace this earth, besides yours truly,  so I think you know my answer,” According to his Alexa, he’d played it at least three hundred times.

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“ you know, come to think of it, i probably could’ve played bella, ” she observed, doing the math to figure out how old she would’ve been during production.  “ that script really would’ve been brought to life. ” the only problems: 1) her mother wouldn’t’ve wanted it, 2) she wouldn’t’ve wanted it, 3) carlisle was the hot one. “ so is maury and he could get it any day of the week. ” she could appreciate an established man such as maury. “ well, it’s not like she’s famous. ” pausing, she went off of his question/statement and said, “ i think celebrity culture was a lot more interesting before social media. now, you can’t be, but it was so much more gripping when some persona couldn’t publish a fake apology issued by his manager using the notes app on his twitter. ” social media was just so… easy. " hollywood could never replicate this – you know, i doubt anywhere else in arizona could, for that matter. ” it had the aura of a ghost town… but it… wasn’t. it was confused. “ it’ll be a damn good plot twist. it’ll be like a bonnie and clyde situation, only our redeeming qualities… will there even be any ?? ” to have a truly unlikable villain, she figured they couldn’t have any redeeming qualities. “ right ?? they’ll keep waiting for the moment the song starts… but it never will. it ties in so well !! ”

TRUMAN FROWNED was there a polite way to say ‘yeah you could have but that doesn’t mean you should have’? It would have ruined her career, probably. Even if she turned into a bad-ass female lead, by the end. Truman raised his hands. “Maury is where I draw the line but sure, whatever,” He wasn’t about to argue with Ophelia about her daddy issues, that was a rode best left untraveled. Truman raised a brow, he’d never thought about it like that, he couldn’t say he agreed. “without social media, though, those actors basically had no rights, no outlet.and they were totally mistreated,” yeah, scandals were more prevalent now, but that was because people weren’t careful. Truman grinned, despite himself. He was excited now, this screenplay was a GREAT IDEA. “no redeeming qualities, the audience expects that. They need to be utterly deplorable, and we’ll win, of course. Can’t have the ‘good side’ cramping our style, — we’ll set it up for a song at the end too. But we stay silent while the song’s subtitles scroll across the screen !” 

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What's one thing that you wish you could change about yourself?

honesty day // accepting.

“well, in the words of my good friend Mary Poppins: ‘I’m practically perfect in every way’ if I had to choose one thing, though? I guess I wish I was less...sensitive to the public’s opinion of me,”

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What is your biggest regret thus far?

honesty day // accepting.

Truman frowned, he tended not to dwell on his past mistakes — instead just blaming others for his own shortcomings. “I guess...quitting acting for a year. Apparently the public moves on pretty quick if you’re not churning out content.” And if he hadn’t taken time off, he might not have started slandering his name with shitty B-list movies.

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Scariest thing you've ever witnessed?

honesty day // accepting.

“My grandma getting out of the shower,” Truman quipped, cracking a grin. “Nah, for sure it was that time the walls of my apartment started dripping black ooze. Thought I was going to shit myself — apparently it pays to treat the town right so keep that in mind, kids.”

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whats your fav ghost story ?

honesty day // accepting.

Oh, this one was easy. “Do you remember back in like...2010 when Ke$ha came out and said she’d had sex with a ghost? For sure, my fave. Honestly a little jealous but that’s a whole bag of worms we aren’t going to unpack right now,” Truman gave that sarcastic grin. Was he joking? who knew. He wasn’t joking.

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what's your favorite performance in a movie you've ever done?

honesty day // accepting.

“Tony in Stars Above Us,” Truman was quick to answer. It was a leaser known role, but the first one where he’d really gotten to flesh himself out as 'the bad guy’ rather than the tragic love interest. “from an acting standpoint, I was really on the ball — and I just loved the entire production overall,”

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Who's your favourite cryptid?

honesty day // accepting.

Favourite? Wasn’t that playing with fire? Still Truman found the words spilling from his mouth. “The Jersey Devil. You know, I bet he’s real misunderstood, just needs a good pal, & who isn’t swooned by blood-curdling screams?”

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who's your biggest inspiration?

honesty day // accepting.

This was an easy question for Truman — he had many, but one stuck out as the top dog. “Vincent Price,” He said without a moment’s hesitation. “I watched all his stuff growing up & I remember thinking ‘holy fuck, I want to be just like this guy when I grew up’. Now here I am, sharing a title with the guy,”

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favorite horror flicks you weren't in?

honesty day // accepting.

Truman had...so many that he had to restrain himself. He started with his end-all beat-all. “1985′s Clue, for sure, but I’m also a fan of House on Haunted Hill, Theatre of Blood, Psycho & of course, The Shining,” Just to name a very select few. 

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Southbound Honesty Day!

Here’s how it works: instead of having just a few hours of play where only those in accommodating timezones can participate, Honesty Day lasts all day! (Obviously.) From 12:00 AM EST Monday to 12:00 AM EST Tuesday, you may send and receive anons (or off anon, if you’re feeling adventurous) to all participating characters. To participate, reblog this post onto every character you want to be in the game and only send questions to those that have reblogged this post. Include everyone who wants to play and remember to pay it forward. No hate will be tolerated and you are not required to answer any questions that upset you, but other than that, go hog wild and have tons of fun all gosh darn day!

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Noah wouldn’t talk of the nights he could feel Alice’s footsteps behind him, or the way her laugh carried in the wind at times. Mocking. Taunting. The ever present being in his life, for without her who was he? When she was alive, her name was the only one he’d hear along with his own; and now dead, it was just the same. She was his ghost. His shadow. “Haven’t you?” A question all too easily leaving his lips as he looked to the other, “You’re a little too old for fairy tales and things that go bump in the night.”

TRUMAN’S LIP quipped at the question.Of course he had — every old building in town gave him ‘haunted’ vibes. “sure fucking have,” He grunted without much hesitation but the kid’s comment made him frown. A lot of people thought that — that he was too old to be playing pretend, chasing his youth and his days of horror. Living in the past. In response, Truman could only shrug, “aren’t you a little young to be pretending this place isn’t weird as shit? I mean, most kids are talk too are freaked out by this place, but sure, whatever, you’re different,”