#mrdelroy

[groveraven]

" be polite to our guests . "

“I’m not being unkind, Jack. And they aren’t my guests, they’re yours.” She knew his producer had been pushing more risqué stuff, but something about interviewing those who’d worked in asylums rubbed her the wrong way… not that her Grove-trodden friend knew of her past with pill-pushing doctors. As Shanna spoke, she leaned against the counter in his dressing room, herbal cigarette between her teeth. “…I don’t like the way they’re talking about their patients, that’s all. Am I allowed to just not talk to them? Or is this Fiske’s way of screening me for a lobotomy?”

[spiritdreamt]

〝 𝚂𝙾… 〞 Jack leans against her crowded desk, voice low like he's got a secret to tell, gaze sweeping the smoky office. 〝 .. They approve that 'disco farming' bit yet? I was really looking forward to those crop tops. 〞

SHE SHOULD PROBABLY scold him for distracting her—her boss or no, she does have work to do—but it's impossible to be irritated by him. percy adjusts her glasses with a smile that dimples her cheeks, then props her chin up on her hand. "i'm pushing for it, jack, but they keep saying it won't work without ladies. i tried to tell them that you're the eye candy, but i don't think they believed me." she's half-teasing, her voice warm. "i guess they haven't heard that you're... how did hollywood observer put it, again? the thinking woman's sex symbol?"

[st4ypuft]

ANSWERED   ASK   :   you   seem   to   make   a   lot   of   enemies   around   here.   ghosts   and   goblins   and   ghouls,   oh   my!   ||   @mrdelroy

"oh,   you've   noticed."   there   was   a   coy   smile   on   ray's   lips,   now   completely   in   his   element.   despite   the   interviews   they've   done,   ray   still   got   nervous,   especially   when   they   asked   beyond   the   paranormal.   certainly,   nobody   was   interested   in   his   personal   life,   and   if   he   had   to   answer   one   more   question   about   himself,   he'd   lose   his   mind.

"ghosts   and   ghouls,   yes   -   even   gods.   but   goblins?   i'm   afraid   we   haven't   encountered   them   yet."   he   paused,   momentarily   considering   the   best   strategy   for   capturing   the   creature.   "i've   heard   they're   real   nasty,"   he   continued.   "i'd   love   to   meet   one."   another   grin   graced   his   face,   eyes   shining   brightly   under   the   studio   lights.

[pulpyfiction]

"listen kid, i’m not ‘gonna bullshit you, alright?" // for a muse of ur choosinggg ^_^

TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME. 

"you don't have to call me kid, i'm not a kid." louisa does not meet his gaze; instead, she stares off, vaguely focusing on a crew member smoking a cigarette. god, she wishes she had one, her fingers itch at her side for some sort of stimulation. after several moments of losing herself in this desire, she turns to jack. "i'm not stupid either. i'm going to be paraded out there like a circus freak. i know."

[dnangelic]

don't move, daisuke, mr. midnight is about to shoot the apple right off your poor little head... cowboy style.....

@mrdelroy

' wait --- ' okay , epiphany . facing down the hollow , black barrel of a gun with an apple on his head somehow felt better than waking up tied to some train tracks with mr. midnight twirling a comically large handlebar mustache next to his side . cool ! so now what was he supposed to do ?

at first breath it's hard for the niwa resist his trained instinct , that is : to chuck the apple elsewhere and get the hell out of the way , but when your surroundings were at the mercy of the sort of inconceivable entity that could transform a rope into a snake and a harmless apple into who-knows-what at first blink or whiff of disobedience , then you hedged your bets on trusting the cowboy and not the absent sheriff , that guy in all white who probably wouldn't have saved him anyways . right ?

' do i --- ' just bite the bullet , in one way or another ? daisuke knows the other's benevolent patience wouldn't last forever , so he grips his fists and shuts his eyes . squeezes them tight then pries just one open in a combination peek and wince . he's still . rabbit still . statue still . the muscles in his calves were perfectly trained and impressively obedient , despite his expression looking like it should have belonged to someone who'd go weak in the knees and collapse at any moment .

' ... do i get a line ? ' if he were any more like his daredevil , do-or-be-damned self , he's sure he wouldn't have hesitated to cheekily steal the gun's for himself : [ BANG !! ]

[doctorvenko]

‘if she can’t hear or see dead people, what can she actually do?’ peter spits down the phone line, loud enough for the whole green room to hear, ‘—i know i’m a con, mark. this environment is very unprofessional.’ his phone call is then cut short by jack delroy walking into the green room, who peter chases up fervently from behind. he’d been waiting for him.

INBOX: 6, FOR A SILLY STARTER, @mrdelroy.

‘jacky!’ he catches up to the fellow presenter and matches his walking pace, aware that he is probably quite busy, ‘ubc really know nothing about keeping the talent happy, huh?’ from out of his pocket, peter takes a stick of bubblegum, unwraps it and pops it into his mouth. becoming a tv presenter and developing an addiction to hubba bubba had weirdly come hand in hand. ‘you got any guest rejects to offer me?’ he asked, chewing simultaneously, ‘i think i’m one bad interview away from breaking into bellevue and hosting live from there.’

[babydxhl]

@mrdelroy | starter call.

"I don't do interviews without a lawyer present, Mr Delroy."

The smile she offers him is tight, small, all media training and passive aggressive amusement. She clasps her hands in her lap and spares a glance for the bartender, who refills her glass without a word.

"And I especially don't do them with people who reek of desperation."

[videoartiste]

💬 .. :)

"find some proof that she's betrayed you."