#metromakers

[redwatson]

An audition you went on weeks ago decides to call you back. The director was a sweetheart when you first met him and as you come in for your second interview he seems even more caring and nice than the first time. As he hands you a script you begin to read through some lines with him and you begin to realize the script is actually for an adult film. Do you instantly storm out, disgusted by the offer or do you tough it out and continue reading; a role is a role, right?

Finally. It was her first callback in weeks. She had been beginning to actually question her talent when she hadn't heard back from anyone in ages. But this was the nice director -- the guy that seemed almost completely in love with her and everything she had done the day that they had met. Granted, she had completely forgotten what this was for, and she found herself wondering for a brief second if she had ever even known in the first place. That was only a second, before her excitement took over and she quickly forgot about the subject.

When she finally arrived to the man's office, she took a brief moment to straighten her dress and check her makeup in the glass door before breezing inside. It seemed like only seconds before she was sitting in a conference room across from the director. Her hands rested calmly on the table before her and a warm smile was on her face. She had just done this far too many times to be worried about the outcome, or to be nervous. She was a professional. This was her life.

Her calm exterior was almost broken the moment he handed her the script and she paged through it. 

Oh. Dear. God.

So much for the role of a lifetime. More like the role for the washed up and untalented. It was an adult movie. A porn. Something where she would literally have to have sex on screen. Something like this could either make or break her. Though it would be more likely to break her, and she had no interest in being a porn star. 

This is where her thoughts were focused as she went to slide the script back to the director and politely decline before something inside of her stopped and instead she flipped a page... it couldn't hurt to have the experience with a professional director, right? Just reading for a role didn't mean she had to take it. 

The heavy weight settled in her stomach as she gave in and went through the script, still giving the horrible lines her all. After all -- this director definitely had plenty of other friends in the business and she needed to make a good impression. Hopefully there were at least a few outside of the adult industry. She just had to be professional. Acting was acting and it was just another role to read. 

[bxrryallen]

You have just stepped out into a large thunder storm. The thunder and lightning is ridiculous and you have decided to bring some metal lab equipment home with you. You can't seem to catch a taxi to save your life and you notice that a back door to one of Oscorp's research facilities has been left open. Do you go in, hoping to get out of the rain or do you continue walking even though it seems like everything else is closed and the rain isn't letting up anytime soon?

Barry Allen: Task 001

Location: Streets of Metrocity & Oscorp Research FacilityTime: May 28th, 2014. 19:18Forecast: Metrocity will be under a severe thunderstorm warning until 9 pm on May 28th. Close lightning strikes are expected as well as moderate street flooding. Stay away from windows and stay safe.

Barry trucked through the rain, carrying the chrome centrifuge tight against his chest. The object was large enough that it required both of his hands; therefore, he had no arms to hold an umbrella or defend against the elements. His glasses were covered in rain, so vision was almost non-existent, and his jacket sopping, sticking the cold fabric tight against his skin and quickly draining all body heat from Barry. He had six blocks left and decided to try his luck at a cab. Almost blindly, Barry nearly stepped into the street and called out as loud as he could against the rain pounding the pavement. "Hey! Can I get a cab? Over here!" He waited only seconds before a car honked, a noise Barry interpreted as ‘get the fuck out of the way’ and he jumped backwards. Lucky enough, the car didn’t hit him or destroy the centrifuge. Unlucky enough, he was hit by a typhoon of rainwater that was shot up by the car’s rapidly spinning tires. “Shit.” He called out, jumping even further backwards, to hopefully prevent any more water damage to the machine, if that was even at all possible. 

 Now that hailing a cab seemed impossible, Barry faced forward, adjusted his grip on the centrifuge, squinted his eyes, and began to walk. Straight into the rain. He had been making his journey for about twelve more minutes when he saw a building that looked a bit familiar to the scientist, Oscorp. Barry had only gone on tours in the building, but never actually had the chance to work there or really, truly explore. He felt a flicker of curiosity light, but it was quickly extinguished by the pouring rain that pounded into Barry’s back and torso. As he got closer to the large facility, a thought crossed his mind. There had to be scientists in the building, there had to be. And they would help him. They would understand that he needed to take care of his machine and get out of the rain. Barry paused for a few moments, considering the risks, when a large crash of thunder seemed to shake the whole street. That made up his mind, and Barry walked quickly towards the back lot of the research facility. 

 He headed for what appeared to be a door, but he couldn’t be sure as he was squinting through glasses that were coated in water droplets. But, as Barry walked slowly closer and closer towards the building, he saw that it was, in fact, a door, and it was open. He shook his head to throw some of the water drops off his glasses, to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. It was real. There, in front of him, was an open door that lead straight into the heart of Oscorp’s research facilities. He paused after taking a few steps so he could stand safely under the awning and out of the rain. Barry couldn’t decide. This was illegal, no doubt about it. Breaking and entering, clear as day. But, he had to save his machine, and scientists were sure to understand that. Machines were expensive, well maybe not to the budget of Oscorp, but to a government funded crime scene program, it was a big deal to get anything new. 

 Walking into the building, Barry found himself immediately surrounded by large machines that he had only seen pictures of and he was awestruck. He had planned to stay for only a few moments to dry off, before trying to hail another cab, but here he was. How many opportunities would he have to get to explore Oscorp? The research building was a large open warehouse format, wall to wall in windows with various sectioned off areas for different machines and research projects. Dropping the centrifuge on one of the tables near Barry, he took a minute to appreciate where he was standing. His face was covered in a look that could only be compared to a six year old boy meeting his favorite super hero, in real life. Lighting streaking across the sky, followed by a booming crash of thunder pulled Barry from his trance and he glanced a final time towards the open door that led to the facility’s parking lot. "What’s the harm if I just…look around?" And with that, he pushed the thought of leaving before exploring out of his mind.

[redwatson]

You've just finished getting off a shift from the restaurant. The room is empty and as you make your way for the door you pass by a table with at least a $20 tip that doesn't belong to you, however, you heard your mother crying the other night because she couldn't afford to pay the electric bill this month. Do you take the extra money lying around that isn't yours or do you leave it, figuring you can find another way to make extra money later?

Thankfully it was the end of the night and she could finally get out of this damned place. It was a terrible, awful job. Tips were garnered mostly from the idiots that came in a little past the line of sobriety. They were the ones that thought they could do or say whatever they wanted and the girls were there for their specific entertainment. It was sickening... but it was money. Money that didn't make MJ feel any less degraded and dirty when she went home. Her skin literally felt as if she needed a shower immediately. 

She was buttoning up her coat and ready to slip out through the door and into the night to go home when the green paper caught the corner of her eye. It was a check that one of her fellow waitresses had failed to collect. Immediately she pulled to a stop and bit nervously at her lip.

That was a lot of money.

Her green eyes darted over the restaurant to see who was really left... and it seemed like no one, everyone had already cleared out. Swallowing hard, she shook her head and shoved her hands in her pockets. No. It was wrong. It wasn't her money and she was NOT going to take from someone else that deserved it and earned it. 

She held her head high as she pushed open the door of the restaurant and started down the stairs to the street.

MJ only made it to the second step before her mom's words from that morning came back to haunt her.

"The electricity is due... past due... and we don't have enough."

Guilt surged through her entire body as she entered the restaurant again. Her hand slammed down on the table over the money and she quickly pocketed it. She would pay it back. Absolutely she would pay it back... it was just a loan. Just a loan to keep the power on, that was all. The redhead kept up the mantra as she hurried down the street, her fist buried in her pocket and the contraband firmly between her fingers.