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russelltorrance‌:

It was time for a trade-up. For once, he didn’t mean with people; Russell had released his last year’s model car for the newest, and all without using a dime of his own money. Slick black. 2020. Chevrolet Corvette. American made, like God intended. The car hadn’t been officially out for the public consumption, but with Prometheus’ pull and Russell’s own ways it somehow happened. But like all good and stolen things, they had to come to an end the moment he stepped back outside to see someone pull up right beside it and slam their door into it.

“Get your goddamn foreign piece of shit away from here or learn how to drive!”

Tyler James Hunter wasn’t necessarily the best driver in the world, never had been. Hell, he’d only learned how to drive within the last couple of years. His brother had taught him, always having been the one to drive them around as teenagers, so Ty had never taken the time to learn. It was unnecessary until the two of them had gone separate ways. He’d been taking the car for a test drive, an older model from a few years back, and didn’t realize he’d parked so close to another car. As he squeezed out from the drivers seat, Tyler’s cheeks flushed red, the embarrassed blush even more obvious thanks to how fucking pale he was. “Shit, sorry,” He murmured, lifting a hand to push through his hair, shrinking a bit - he’d always been the one to get scared of other people, his brother Skyler always standing up to others. He just couldn’t do it. “I, uh - I’m sorry.” He said again, not really knowing what else to say, clearly flustered. “I didn’t mean to, honest.”

#russelltorrance #points 1

st-vie‌:

watching was something that stevie did. but clearly, everyone else around prometheus had caught the itch as well. gossip bloggers popped up left and right, giving her a run for her money. well not technically, since she’d ever posted or done much with what she’d seen, but she took pride in just knowing what was going on without having to talk to anyone or put in an effort to be a normal human being. across the set tyler was smoking and staring, which they seemed to do a lot of… smoke… stare… repeat. that was her thing. well, among other things. curious, she walked over to them. “nah… it’s just… there’s only room for one of us in this town ya know,” she answered ambiguously. she pulled her own pack of cigarettes from her hip and placed one between her lips assuming the same position they were in.

Tyler stared as Stevie crossed the set, eyes narrowed every so slightly as she approached. He was always wary of others when they approached him, never knowing what they might want, but he was good at keeping his face neutral, not showing much emotion. He took a drag from his cigarette, turning his head to blow smoke in her direction once she’d sidled up next to him. “Well, that’s ominous as fuck.” He said with a laugh, reaching up with his free hand to push his raven locks back from his face. “Why can’t there be room for two of us, huh?”

#st-vie

neither-then-naor-now‌:

Joseph forced himself to relax a bit, reminding himself that not everyone in the world deserved his bullshit. For example, this guy. What’s his face. Tyler something. Joseph didn’t recognize him from anywhere in particular. He wondered if Tyler thought the same of him. “Nothing. You just looked like you were looking right at me. Hey man, do you have a light?”

Tyler knew he’d seen Joseph somewhere before, on television at some point, some show about cancelled child stars. He recognized the kid’s face. “I just like to people watch.” He said simply, shifting a bit and digging in his pocket, producing a lighter after a moment and holding it out to the other. “You shouldn’t be smoking. It’s bad for you.”

#neither-then-naor-now

love-levitt‌:

“It happens.” What father didn’t worry about his only daughter, if he had one? Scratch that, Eila was his only living child, period. His love for her manifested in attempts to control the parameters of her life, something she responded by bucking his rules entirely at times. Oddly enough, he hardly ever raised his voice. The strain in his face and the dragging of his hand from his forehead to his chin was enough to tell her what he thought.

Not that it was this man’s business.

“It’s not intentional,” she said. If this stranger knew anything about Eila, he’d know exactly who her father was. Mr. Noah Levitt, seasoned producer with Prometheus Productions. “That much I can tell you.”

Tyler only wished that his parents gave enough of a shit about him and his brother to worry about them. That would never happen, though. Momma too busy, father too self-absorbed, it had been that way his entire life. “What’d you do to make him worry?” He questioned, raising his brows. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” He didn’t know anything about the girl, other than the fact that he’d seen her on a screen at some point in his life. Before moving out to California, he didn’t keep up much with Hollywood and its stars.

#love-levitt

gilded-castle‌:

“Happens all the time. Thank you.” At least Jerome remembered his matches. After placing the cigarette between his lips, he struck one against the small matchbox and lit the exposed end. He blew out a stream of smoke after. “How is your work, Tyler? Are you doing well?”

Tyler placed the cigarettes back on the ground next to him and took a drag from his own, enjoying the pull of the smoke into his lungs momentarily before exhaling. “Filming some stupid tv spot,” He said with a shrug, looking over to Jerome. “I’m doing good, though. Tired as shit, would love to get some sleep, but good nonetheless. What about yourself?”

#gilded-castle

neither-then-naor-now‌:

“What are you looking at?” Joseph asked. Yeah, some things were looking up – one being that the dare events were starting to lose attention in the public eye, and the other being that he’s almost done with his script. That didn’t mean he didn’t still get funny looks sometimes. And honestly? He wished some people would just stop staring.

Tyler was always on the lookout, always on the prowl, trying to ensnare those around him and make them interested. His intentions were never good, but he tried not to think about that. He’d learned that trick from his twin; don’t think about it and it’ll be alright - just do, don’t overthink everything. “Just looking,” He said offhandedly, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Not at anything in particular.” That was bullshit, he’d been staring directly at the other, but he wouldn’t admit it. He shifted, lifting his cigarette and perching it between his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling smoke in the young man’s direction. “Is that a problem?”

#neither-then-naor-now

love-levitt‌:

“Yes, I’m fine, Dad,” Eila huffed on the phone. “I have to meet with someone – yeah, I’ll tell you about it later. I actually have to go. Okay. Shabbat Shalom. Love you.”

Eila hung up and slid her phone in her purse. Phone calls with her father were never easy, on account of Eila trying to balance between reassuring him of her safety and never letting him have too much control. It hurt her, knowing he loved her. What hurt her more was the fact that after her survival of the dare event led to a points drop, she received a points notification on her phone. From her dad. The same man who promised he would not show her any special treatment if she had signed her contract.

Eila never brought it up, and neither did her dad. That’s how it was between them.

“It’s… it’s nothing.” Eila hadn’t been aware of anything overhearing her conversation, but whatever he heard, it probably didn’t yield much. “Nothing I’m ready to talk about, anyway.”

“You making your dad worry or something?” He asked, never willing to mind his own business. Tyler was nosy, always wanting to drag information out of people even when it was none of his fucking business, he just couldn’t help it. It was a tactic he’d learned at a young age, digging in and getting information from people, because it was a survival instinct. Knowing about people gave him an advantage. “You shouldn’t make him worry,” He spoke slowly, carefully, trying to avoid pushing buttons so early in the conversation. “Not intentionally, anyway. Not very nice.”

#love-levitt

gilded-castle‌:

“Nothing,” Jerome said, patting his coat and pants pockets. “Except I can’t find my pack of cigarettes. Do you mind if I bum one off you?”

“Sure, yeah, no - I don’t mind.” Tyler shook his head, picking up his pack and offering it to the other. He didn’t mind sharing, he really didn’t, but he’d remember this at a later date when he’d need a favor from the man. Something small, small enough to be in exchange for a cigarette, but it would stay in his mind. “Sucks when you lose them, huh? Hate when I do that.”

#gilded-castle

Mmmwhatchasay your twin is in the hospital

“Unsurprising,” Tyler scrubbed his hands over his face, letting out a heavy sigh of annoyance. “Shit, I guess that sounds rude, huh? He’ll be fine, I’m sure. It’s fine.”

#Anonymous

Tyler sat outside of his set, cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared out into the lot. He loved to watch other people, to see what they did, how they acted when they thought no one was watching. It was a favorite pastime of his, something he and his brother did together when the other was around, which wasn’t very often anymore. As he took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze shifted to someone that seemed to be walking toward him. Had he been caught staring? “What’s up?” He asked, innocent, turning his head to exhale a cloud of smoke. “Something wrong?”