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‘ FUCK! ’ there it was, the unmistakeable cursing coming from the lips of eliot varner. a sound that had been missing from the parking lot of zenith studios over the past two months, finally resurfacing as the male in question stood standing at another persons car. or rather, the deep scratch he’d left in the side of it --- in his defence, he wasn’t quite used to his new parking space. ‘ is this your car? ’ cautious eyes looks to the side of him where he expects the owner to be. his mind is racing with thoughts, things that he could say. you should be more careful how you park. serves you right having a car so ugly. hey! it adds character. instead, his voice drops in to an anxious tone. ‘ i’m SORRY. ’ words that had left his lips so rarely that they feel uncomfortable. ‘ i’ll pay for the damages. ’

#SUPRISE BITCHES #zenith:starter #language //

closed starter for @advins

‘ SO, you want the good news or the bad news first? ’ he looked down at the vehicle by the side of him. it sat in a parking space that he’d believed to be empty --- that was until he backed in to it and heard a smash. now there was broken glass at his feet and a smashed headlight facing him, ‘ the bad news is, someone backed in to your headlight. ’ a half smile spread across his face as he looked to his friend, ‘ the good news is, it was me & you can take the repairs out of the money you owe me. ’ such a good friend.

#( . : ✖ — CLOSED STARTER. )#advins

closed starter for @ncthanwinters

‘ IT’LL BE GOOD FOR YOUR IMAGE! ’ eliot scoffed, holding nathan’s phone in one hand & pushing the younger boy away with the other. twitter was still open on the screen, the rather inappropriate status he’s just type waiting to be sent. he liked to think of nathan as the brother he didn’t have. which of course meant he could torture the hell out of him whenever he felt like it. including posting a rather fun little status about nathan & some strippers. ‘ c’mon ------ hollywood loves a good sex fiend. ’

#( . : ✖ — CLOSED STARTER. )#ncthanwinters #nsfw

adelsteins:

jocelyn was a woman that had MADE it in an industry that was so against her yet she seemed to be throwing it all away. she had wanted more for herself but the network executives had taken a distaste to her and this behaviour was preventing them from coming to the unanimous decision to give her a promotion. in a way, the executive producer was LUCKY that it had been eliot and not someone who was going to make a complaint against her or bring it to the attention to the higher powers at zenith. she was a MESS, that was evident but as soon as she had a drink, she seemed to get too carried away and could no longer control herself. the current spectacle was incredibly embarrassing but the loud music was enough to cover it up. rejection was bitter but joss knew she deserved it; it wasn’t fair on ANYONE to be caught up in her drunken antics and it needed to stop. although her work wasn’t suffering yet, she DID have issues to address. instead of addressing her own, she often ridiculed those around her for an escape; her relationship with sally was a prime example of this. the other had seen who she was, WHAT she was and joss didn’t like that. her palms pressed onto the sticky floor, the woman shook her head. the rejection had been embarrassing enough but now he was willing to help her by extending his hand. being as stubborn as she was, jocelyn deflected her gaze back to the floor and shuffled slightly as she prepared to stand up. “i got it.” it took her a few moments to get herself back on her feet by herself but she managed it; her determination could never be sniped by alcohol. however, within a few seconds the woman was grabbing onto his forearm to steady herself. a chuckle escaped her in an attempt to cover up her true emotions. getting this drunk wasn’t healthy nor was it fun but she wasn’t ready to admit that she had taken it too far… “sitting down feels like a good idea.”

YOU COULD SAY eliot too was someone who had made it in an industry that was so against him. everyone had taken a distaste to him, a twelve year old kid who barely knew what the word bastard meant before it was being thrown around to describe him. hollywood was a cruel place. he’d managed to somewhat shake it off though. the executives at the studio liked him for some reason, maybe he boosted a few ratings, who knew? it meant he was able to get away with the kind of behaviour jocelyn was shamed for. then again, that was how society worked, eliot was able to admit that. watching the woman, he raised an eyebrow. honestly, had this been any other situation that didn’t involve alcohol eliot probably would’ve succumbed to the woman’s advances. she was pretty enticing & he was no stranger to having flings with older women. this wasn’t any other situation though. this was here & now. it wasn’t going to happen. hopefully once jocelyn had sobered up she wouldn’t feel so bad. ‘ you’ve got it. sure you do. ’ he didn’t buy it for a second. yet he wasn’t going to point it out & damage her pride anymore than it was. then he felt her grab on to him. her grip was tight & eliot was pretty sure she was probably cutting off some circulation. ‘ maybe i should take you home. ’ he was sincere, no hidden meaning behind his words. he wanted to head off anyway. there was no way he was going to leave her at the bar in that state though. ‘ you are VERY out of it. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#adelsteins #alcohol //

kalbisms:

“sorry, it was an early start this morning.” kalbi rubbed over his face with a light smile, looking at the horse beside him and the reins in his hand. “can you get up into the saddle yourself or do you need a hand?”

‘ THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID. ’ he approached the male from behind, watching him assist the stranger on to the horse. clearly eliot was reliving the youth he didn’t have because that response sounded like it came from the lips of a twelve year old. ‘ ... hopefully not to the horse. that would be illegal. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#kalbisms #beastiality mention //

calliexheadey

“Well, that’s always relative. Are you okay?” Not that she had any particular reason to think the former child star wouldn’t be - but that he was simply the person inquiring that of her. “Is everybody else vying to be the next James Dean? Or are you content with leaving your own mark behind?” She assumed that, while most of the time being compared to any sort of a legend could be flattering, it would also eventually lead to the frustration of wanting to be seen as their own person. “Right. That’s me - sitting down now. Are you escaping work and does anyone have a trace on your phone? Because this actually… pays well enough for me that I’d hate to leave the job. You can… choose not to answer if you’d like.” It wasn’t like she was asking too many questions or whatever.

‘ FINE & DANDY. ’ lies. he stretched out his fingers, gripping on to the chair he’d found up on the roof. ‘ none of the above --- i’m content with just being here until i find something else that occupies my time. ’ a statement that applied to his current rooftop adventure & his career in hollywood. whilst he loved getting paid a lot to act, he didn’t limit himself to being a hollywood actor for the rest of his life. it would only make him bitter --- he was already bitter enough. ‘ finally! i work on a teen sci-fi show, there’s not a whole lot to escape from. ’ if anything work was the escape, he wasn’t about to divulge that information though. ‘ what’s with all the questions? got an internship at tmz or something. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#calliexheadey

[ ✉ ➝ king ]

king: at least it'll be a peaceful death :)

eliot: well if you'd prefer the other kind...

eliot: how about i feed you to pigs?

eliot: if they'd have you that is.

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS | CELL )#kvngstcns

hxssvns.

“thank…you?” parker said, incredulous smile on her face. “i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” a laugh slipped from her lips as she leaned back on her hands, stretching her legs out in front of her. “you think you could hook me up? i gotta see if the man lives up to the legend.”

‘ YOU’RE WELCOME --- & people say i’m not nice. ’ actually, the words they used tended to be more colourful that a simple not nice. he flashed parker a smiled, leaning back as well. ‘ come to think of it ... i’m not sure you’d be his type. ’ despite the fact that she looked a little like his ex. ‘ your baby face might ruin his reputation. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#hxssvns

go-lights

“i didn’t think for even a second that it was because you cared, eliot,” harry assured with an eyeroll. she knew better than to believe that the other had even a shred of kind-heartedness about his nature. “and i feel like you’re what most might call a violent person. still, doesn’t everyone have at least some violent tendencies?” probably not. “when i have to get up for work in the morning, i’ll either feel totally refreshed from my sleep, or i’ll call in ‘sick’ and get some overpaid lackey to do my job for me.” it was a solid logic, she thought. she was, after all, the gaffer. she was essentially paid to delegate.

‘ I FEEL LIKE i should be offended by that comment --- but you’re right. ’ he shrugged owning up to his flaws. or at least, the flaws people assumed he had. thankfully, he wasn’t quite as bad as he let people believe. ‘ probably. most people are pretty hush hush about it though. violence tends to be frowned upon. ’ for many obvious reasons. ‘ i’m jealous--- seriously sometimes i wish there was another eliot varner around so that i could call in sick & he could cover for me. ’ he toyed sarcastically, ‘ alas, there’s only one of me. shame. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#go-lights

I . D

❛ i’ve been back in la for all of two days and i’m already feeling the urge to get on a plane and leave again. like…no offense to the city of angels or anything, but smog and bumper to bumper traffic has absolutely nothing on the gelato festival in florence or the beauty of an italian countryside — don’t even get me started on the handsome locals. so, while i wait for some future episode of surburbia to take riley to tuscany, i do have a few bottles of my new favorite wine to keep me company. not like they’ll last, but you can share with me if you’re willing to let bygones be bygones. i mean, i know i was a piece of shit and ignored a lot of texts the last couple of months, but i had solid reasons and now i just need someone to at least pretend like they missed me. ❜

‘ I FEEL THAT. ’ eliot scanned the area, taking in that la air. he didn’t have anything against this city in particular. in fact he had a secret little crush on it. it just wasn’t home for him. ‘ can’t say i’ve ever been to florence though? i’ll add it to the list of places i want to go that aren’t in this country --- fortunately for you, you still get those handsome locals ’ he blew the girl a kiss. whilst he wasn’t some tanned italian guy, he was a pale canadian one. some women found them attractive right? like those vampire fangirls. ‘ i don’t have any issues with you, but if it means I get nice italian wine, i can make one up. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#islcs

J . A

the woman didn’t have any CONTROL over herself when she got in this state and as the night progressed, jocelyn was just proving that to the young male. although she seemed to be well on her way to having her own empire, the executive producer couldn’t help but sabotage herself when it came to her professionalism and her image; the affair with sally only solidified that. had she actually loved the woman? the word may have slipped out once but she wasn’t so sure. people seemed to become infatuated with her but she ended up pushing them away; she didn’t believe that she was worthy of love. “i’m always enjoying herself.” the buzz hadn’t faded yet but she knew that she would come to regret her decisions in the morning. forcing herself onto eliot was wrong, she was in no position to do that but all inhibitions had been lost a long time ago and she WANTED someone to acknowledge her in order to boost her ego. as their lips locked, joss closed her eyes but was stunned when he decided to push her back. jocelyn adelstein did not do well with rejection, it probably stemmed from her mother never having the time of day for her as she constantly left her with her father to be with rich men; what was worse was that the pair were actually still married. joss always needed constant validation and she shouldn’t have in her position at zenith; she was well established and a leading figure in production yet she didn’t truly believe that. while eliot was right to push the incredibly intoxicated woman away, it did HURT. “fine.” snapping towards the other, she shook her head in a drunken fashion before pushing herself up. “i’ll just find someone else.” it was easier said than done when one was in this state. as she got on her feet, everything seemed to rush to her head and with one step, the woman was on the ground. a small chuckle escaped her as she looked straight on; it was far too embarrassing but she tried to hide it.

SELF SABOTAGE was something eliot knew all too well --- he’d spent most of his life participating in it like is was a hobby. for him it was. the difference between the male & female though, eliot had nothing to lose. not anymore. so when he threatened to glass a guy in a bar, it was okay -- well, not okay but it was more justifiable than jocelyn’s behaviour. he hated himself for thinking it but the word if they could see her now snuck in to his mind. he wasn’t so sure the big executives at zenith would find the current display amusing. at her words eliot sighed, being the polar opposite of her clearly. I’m not, he wanted to say. that didn’t mean he was having a miserable time. he had access to alcohol & above-mediocre company. he just wasn’t quite enjoying himself enough to start fake smiling. although the kiss changed that slightly. it wasn’t every day that someone so…normal forced themselves on eliot. so why did he push away? the woman had given up her inhibitions. she wasn’t sober. she wasn’t in her right mind. it wasn’t going to happen. his philosophy was clear when it came to matters like this. ironically that came from his mother in the same way jocelyn’s insecurity came from hers. because she left him alone with him. ‘ I’m sorry. it’s not personal.’ he spoke quickly, genuine sorrow in his voice. the last thing he wanted to do was dent the woman’s ego. more fool him for believing she was as confident as she appeared. ‘maybe you should just sit down…’ eliot tried to stop her from standing, a hand reaching forward. before he knew it though, she was on the ground. ‘ FUCK --- here, let me help. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#adelsteins #language //#better late than never #alcohol //

P . W

“ UNFORTUNATELY i don’t work solely in monologues, so hold ups are inevitable. don’t really mind being married to my work, though. ” pip’s always had a way of clinging to whatever she was working on – even if it’s not dancing. hesitant eyes hover over the swiss army knife and pip grimaces. “ if you do botch job, eliot, i’m gonna sue you. ”

‘ THAT is really sad. ’ the thought of being solely focused on his work terrified eliot. not because he didn’t love what he did, he just needed other things too. with the knife in hand, he wore a smile. a menacing one, definitely shouldn’t be trusted, ‘ it’s okay, if you lose an ear you can just sell it like van gogh did. ’ and with the one comment, he grabbed her hair with one hand and made a precise snip with the other. ‘ there --- you’re welcome & you owe me. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#pvnelopes

H . G

at the other’s prompt agreement, harry nodded. “good, i’m glad someone around here is actually willing to incapacitate me to stop me from getting another coffee.” to be fair, the evident desire to incapacitate someone went entirely unnoticed by harry, or at least if she did notice it, it didn’t faze her in the slightest. “my plan is to steadily drink coffee all day to avoid the burnout until later on, and then i’ll burn out when i get home and actually sleep.” her plan made sense in her mind. out loud, it sounded far less logical.

‘ ALWAYS. ’ he smiled a menacing smile. ‘ not because i care, i’m just what some might call a violent person. ’ his hands quickly former air quotes around his words. that accolade was something eliot was proudly able to claim after the incident in the bar. he probably shouldn’t be so proud of it. ‘ your logic is flawless --- what happens when you have to get up for work in the morning though? ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#go-lights

P . W

“ YOU’RE so gross. and i didn’t necessarily have a choice this time, we were running late and all. couldn’t go home in the middle of that. what set are you working on as an actor where you have shifts? ” she snorts. it takes as long as it takes has always been the motto on her set. “ you’re not cutting my hair. isn’t there another remedy? peanut butter or something? ‘cause not only do i fully believe i’d come out of it bald, i also point blank don’t trust you coming near me with any sharp objects. ”

‘ I GET TO define my own shifts because i’m efficient, get the job done no sweat. ’ he smirked, if there was one single positive thing about eliot, it was that he knew what he was doing in front of a camera. no one could fault him on his skills as an actor. ‘ another remedy? you want me to take you to a witch doctor or something? ’ he shrugged, ‘ by the time we got there it probably would’ve scalped you, got all caught up in bugs and SHIT. ’ a devious smile spread across eliots face as he reached in to his pocket, grabbed his keys & fiddled around until he producer a blade from a swiss army knife, ‘ come on! where’s your sense of adventure. ’

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS. )#pvnelopes

[ ✉ ➝ king ]

king: at least someone thinks so

king: steve buscemi wannabe isn't exactly a look everyone's vying for

king: but good on you for trying to make it work

eliot: because i haven't heard that one before

eliot: mock all you will...steve buscemi is killer.

eliot: literally i hope, so he can murder you in your sleep.

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS | CELL )#kvngstcns #murder mention //

[ ✉ ➝ king ]

king: it's cute that you think the coffee is for me

king: i'd be careful which coffee you spit in, though

king: my mom and i have the same drink order

king: your wish is my command, your highness

eliot: i mean i am cute. your mom thinks so too

eliot: that's not even a 'your mom' joke

eliot: she she loves me like the son she never had.

eliot: oh waiT...

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS | CELL )#kvngstcns

[ ✉ ➝ king ]

king: hey do you think you could come on a coffee run with me?

king: normally i wouldn't ask but i've been up for 36 hours and idt i can make it by myself lmao

eliot: do i get to spit in yours?

eliot: if not, get off your ass and get your own coffee.

eliot: also wtf delete my number

#( . : ✖ — INTERACTIONS | CELL )#kvngstcns

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