that plotted pre-deviant thread with @wrath600
The garden is brimming with a vast array of colours, with endless daffodils, roses, dahlias, and other flowers clustered together. Together, the petals create a tangible painting of cheery pinks, purples, bright yellows and spots of lively red, surrounded by the healthy green of well-trimmed grass. The perfect spot for their next scene, the producer had claimed. If Hunter recalls correctly, which he always does, there had been gossip that it was difficult to convince the stern, sourpussed owner to let the crew shoot here, but that was a problem that a generous paycheque easily solved.
Now that Hunter’s coffee runs were completed and no one in makeup or costume was requesting his assistance, he’s free to walk around the garden in his sleek, black CyberLife uniform and explore until it’s time for his ( relatively short, insignificant, but so, so precious ) role as a gardener in the shooting later. There are plenty of genuine gardeners ( WR600s? ), strewn around the site and diligently tending to their portion of the garden, and Hunter watches the closest one curiously. They have a serious gaze, face impassive if not for the hint of concentration, and their hands are deft as they move with a practiced ease. With fluidity --- with experience.
Before Hunter could reprocess his decision, he approaches them and peers down at them, keen eyes watching every single movement of their fingers. “Hi there,” he eventually greets, fixing him the same cheery smile that he usually musters up when agreeing to an actor’s ludicrous demands. “My name is Hunter. I have an upcoming role which requires me to act like a gardener, and I would like to watch you work so I could learn from you. Is that alright?”
