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"You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there."
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Okay guys, day move is now in effect. Wrap up your nights in your next post and then move on to the next day. Now comes the part where it's a lot more free roam. The fundraiser was just used as a way to start building connections with characters, so have at it :)
Lucas
“Miss St Claire…” Luke polished off what was left of his beer during the pause and turned his light hazel eyes to her. “…if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me” This girl was definitely intriguing. She certainly wasn’t the Canadian’s usual type but then again, he had never really considered himself to have a type. “If the invitation is still open…I wouldn’t mind losing a weekend with you Sirenia. I could do with the escape. So how about it? When the key note is over, we’ll get out of here” The enforce for the Kings wasn’t going to hide his intentions through cryptic words like her but that didn’t stop him from enjoying her company. She was interesting, a dichotomy of varying stereotypes which she blew out of the water. Spending an evening with her would certainly be a unique experience and what the hell? Luke would try anything once.
The keynote speaker got up to his podium, he was nobody special. A boring, uncharismatic looking man who monotonously read out word for word from a teleprompter some run of the mill speech about cancer and how if people like those in the room used their vast influence and dollars they could help the less fortunate who suffer from some variation of the disease. It was easy to see he was boring the crowd to sleep. He had paused for but a moment when there was a large splash.
Luke turned his head, as did the entire crowd as they watched a man surface from the pool fully clothed after diving in. The hockey player turned to the woman at his side. “Now’s our chance, do you want to escape with me?”
DAY MOVE
“Miss St Claire…” Luke polished off what was left of his beer during the pause and turned his light hazel eyes to her. “…if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me” This girl was definitely intriguing. She certainly wasn’t the Canadian’s usual type but then again, he had never really considered himself to have a type. “If the invitation is still open…I wouldn’t mind losing a weekend with you Sirenia. I could do with the escape. So how about it? When the key note is over, we’ll get out of here” The enforce for the Kings wasn’t going to hide his intentions through cryptic words like her but that didn’t stop him from enjoying her company. She was interesting, a dichotomy of varying stereotypes which she blew out of the water. Spending an evening with her would certainly be a unique experience and what the hell? Luke would try anything once.
The keynote speaker got up to his podium, he was nobody special. A boring, uncharismatic looking man who monotonously read out word for word from a teleprompter some run of the mill speech about cancer and how if people like those in the room used their vast influence and dollars they could help the less fortunate who suffer from some variation of the disease. It was easy to see he was boring the crowd to sleep. He had paused for but a moment when there was a large splash.
Luke turned his head, as did the entire crowd as they watched a man surface from the pool fully clothed after diving in. The hockey player turned to the woman at his side. “Now’s our chance, do you want to escape with me?”
DAY MOVE
OK, so Paige is no longer part of the rp, she didn't respond to my message. Just thought everyone should know but it isn't a problem since she wasn't in the middle of any sort of interaction.
I'll be posting tomorrow and wrapping up the event :)
I'll be posting tomorrow and wrapping up the event :)
One more round of posting guys, then I'm doing a day move. So think about how you want to wrap up your characters at the fundraiser.
Wes
Wes ran a hand through his short dark hair and let out a massive sigh. Jon was risking a hell of a lot for him at this point. Wes knew that this film, Bound by Blood was Jon’s baby. These two men were not friends, they had no prior relationship up until their meeting tonight and yet one was jeopardising his career for the other. “Thank you, Jon. I won’t let you down” Re-entering the main room, Wes was able to perceive that Jen had yet to arrive and at this point he doubted she was coming. He pulled put his cell and quickly sent her a text. “Got a meeting at 10 2morro. Will pick Tilly up right after” He hoped she would be ok with that. Jen was usually understanding of these kinds of things so he wasn’t too worried but all the same, the gut feeling that he was doing something wrong was still there.
Luke
“Damage control or do I like charities?...Can I say a little bit of both” The brute grinned playfully at the pierced beauty. “I tend to donate to charity anyway but my agent and my coach both think it would be beneficial for me to show a face at a shindig…Plus its free beer and free food. As much money as I make, I can never turn down something free” Lucas pulled out the chair for Sirenia to sit on and then took his own seat next to her. He noted another athlete arriving at the club, a Quarterack for the San Diego Chargers by the name of Daniel Reinhardt. He had met him once or twice at sporting gatherings but hadn’t really made any sort of connection with him. “I’ll be honest, once the key note speaker has done his thing, I’m pretty much gonna down a couple of beers, sneak out the back door and lose my weekend before training starts on Monday. Pray tell Miss St Claire, what are your plans?”
Wes ran a hand through his short dark hair and let out a massive sigh. Jon was risking a hell of a lot for him at this point. Wes knew that this film, Bound by Blood was Jon’s baby. These two men were not friends, they had no prior relationship up until their meeting tonight and yet one was jeopardising his career for the other. “Thank you, Jon. I won’t let you down” Re-entering the main room, Wes was able to perceive that Jen had yet to arrive and at this point he doubted she was coming. He pulled put his cell and quickly sent her a text. “Got a meeting at 10 2morro. Will pick Tilly up right after” He hoped she would be ok with that. Jen was usually understanding of these kinds of things so he wasn’t too worried but all the same, the gut feeling that he was doing something wrong was still there.
Luke
“Damage control or do I like charities?...Can I say a little bit of both” The brute grinned playfully at the pierced beauty. “I tend to donate to charity anyway but my agent and my coach both think it would be beneficial for me to show a face at a shindig…Plus its free beer and free food. As much money as I make, I can never turn down something free” Lucas pulled out the chair for Sirenia to sit on and then took his own seat next to her. He noted another athlete arriving at the club, a Quarterack for the San Diego Chargers by the name of Daniel Reinhardt. He had met him once or twice at sporting gatherings but hadn’t really made any sort of connection with him. “I’ll be honest, once the key note speaker has done his thing, I’m pretty much gonna down a couple of beers, sneak out the back door and lose my weekend before training starts on Monday. Pray tell Miss St Claire, what are your plans?”
Few people haven't posted in a while, so I'm gonna be sending out messages accordingly. You can expect an IC post from me tomorrow and then we can start thinking about wrapping up the fundraiser and moving onto the more open world aspect of this rp.
Site's back, YAY!
Sixsmith said
Just so I can get James into all the chit-chat, you guys mind if I assume that Lucas and Serenia are sittin' at the table James and his family are assigned to? :oThen again, the fundraiser is about to end. *Shrug* I might just introduce Danny and have James stay at the bar.
I'm cool with that. theres still anothsr fair few posts to go beford i wrap things up.
akje said
I'm lost now, wasn't someone going to draw a map?
I honestly don't see why a map is needed. Just read back. It always helps.
Post is up!
Wes
Wesley felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and scanned the message, assuming it would just be Jon’s lines, instead he saw a picture he forgot about.
He had yet to change the photo that came up any time Jen contacted him. It was his way of staying close he guessed. He opened up the text that read
Hey Ruffian, Tilly is playing up with the nanny. Gonna be a bit late <3
They may have broken up nearly a year prior but other than the fact they no longer slept together, you wouldn’t be remiss in thinking they were still together. Wes responded with an okay of his own before reading another text, this one was from Jon and were the lines he was expecting. He nodded to Jackson and patted his shoulder. “You should come by the house tomorrow, I’ve got Tilly for the afternoon and you know how much she loves seeing you” With that said, the young actor got to his feet and wandered off to the bathroom.
Locking himself inside the toilet stall, Wes did everything in his power to recall all he could about Paddy Hutchinson. The role had been up in the air for 18 months and bits and pieces of his role within the film and whatnot had been leaked. Wesley needed to understand the character before even reading the lines. Then it struck him, a single part of the casting call that was arguably the most important aspect of the character. It was an aspect that Wes himself possessed. “Family above all”
Walking into meeting room 1, Jon sat awaiting the man behind March and prepared the camera phone. Placing a single hand into his pocket, when the man gave the signal, Wes began. “You’re not being a man. A man provides for his family. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he's a man. And he will do this by any means necessary. You are good at what you do Oliver and so am I. We can help each other. We’re practically family and it’s family above all. Let us provide for our family, because we are men and that is what we do. I will not ask you, to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. You have been like my brother since I left prison. You took care of Keela whilst I rebuilt what my father left behind. We are men, we are Hutchinson’s. It’s time to burn them all”
Lucas
“LUKE! LUKE!” The paparazzi called. He never understood why they made such a fuss about him. There were probably about 200 “celebrities” there that night, why did they have to bother him? It’s not like he made great works of art or made your pulses race at the mere sight of him. No, all he did was hit people while wielding a stick on ice. He wasn’t special. He stopped for pictures and to anser some questions but damn if he didn’t want to. “Luke, you were cut from Colorado after punching out your own goalie, can we imagine more of the same when you start in LA next week?” “Well, if the goalie here is a racist bigot too then yeah you can” “Mr LeBlanc, what do you say to the people who think that your nothing more than a glorified goon?” “I just say to people like that…have you seen my slapshot?” After fighting through more questions and photographs, Lucas finally made it into the venue and headed straight for the bar. He took a glance at the black and red haired girl, he recognised her from a magazine he passed earlier that day. “Sirenia St Claire, never thought I’d see you at a function like this” He smiled as the barman handed him a beer. “Looks like we’re sitting together” He pointed out a table about three tables into the room where their names were situated. “Or we could just sit here all night, I don’t particularly mind either way”
Wesley felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and scanned the message, assuming it would just be Jon’s lines, instead he saw a picture he forgot about.
He had yet to change the photo that came up any time Jen contacted him. It was his way of staying close he guessed. He opened up the text that read
Hey Ruffian, Tilly is playing up with the nanny. Gonna be a bit late <3
They may have broken up nearly a year prior but other than the fact they no longer slept together, you wouldn’t be remiss in thinking they were still together. Wes responded with an okay of his own before reading another text, this one was from Jon and were the lines he was expecting. He nodded to Jackson and patted his shoulder. “You should come by the house tomorrow, I’ve got Tilly for the afternoon and you know how much she loves seeing you” With that said, the young actor got to his feet and wandered off to the bathroom.
Locking himself inside the toilet stall, Wes did everything in his power to recall all he could about Paddy Hutchinson. The role had been up in the air for 18 months and bits and pieces of his role within the film and whatnot had been leaked. Wesley needed to understand the character before even reading the lines. Then it struck him, a single part of the casting call that was arguably the most important aspect of the character. It was an aspect that Wes himself possessed. “Family above all”
Walking into meeting room 1, Jon sat awaiting the man behind March and prepared the camera phone. Placing a single hand into his pocket, when the man gave the signal, Wes began. “You’re not being a man. A man provides for his family. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he's a man. And he will do this by any means necessary. You are good at what you do Oliver and so am I. We can help each other. We’re practically family and it’s family above all. Let us provide for our family, because we are men and that is what we do. I will not ask you, to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. You have been like my brother since I left prison. You took care of Keela whilst I rebuilt what my father left behind. We are men, we are Hutchinson’s. It’s time to burn them all”
Lucas
“LUKE! LUKE!” The paparazzi called. He never understood why they made such a fuss about him. There were probably about 200 “celebrities” there that night, why did they have to bother him? It’s not like he made great works of art or made your pulses race at the mere sight of him. No, all he did was hit people while wielding a stick on ice. He wasn’t special. He stopped for pictures and to anser some questions but damn if he didn’t want to. “Luke, you were cut from Colorado after punching out your own goalie, can we imagine more of the same when you start in LA next week?” “Well, if the goalie here is a racist bigot too then yeah you can” “Mr LeBlanc, what do you say to the people who think that your nothing more than a glorified goon?” “I just say to people like that…have you seen my slapshot?” After fighting through more questions and photographs, Lucas finally made it into the venue and headed straight for the bar. He took a glance at the black and red haired girl, he recognised her from a magazine he passed earlier that day. “Sirenia St Claire, never thought I’d see you at a function like this” He smiled as the barman handed him a beer. “Looks like we’re sitting together” He pointed out a table about three tables into the room where their names were situated. “Or we could just sit here all night, I don’t particularly mind either way”
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