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[William Hartman]

•• Will Hartman ••

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I'LL BE A BOY IN A MAGAZINE
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------ I don't think people really realize how much down time there was on set for the actors. I mean really, most of the time, the actors are just waiting around until people are ready for them. It was the production team that did the most amount of work. And got the least amount of credit. But William Hartman didn't feel too bad for them. The production team also got to be the most creative and influential. Which was why Will was hoping to get more involved with this film. During his usual down time, the A-List star could be seen following around one of many camera men, wearing a headset and listening intently to their conversations. He was like a little puppy following them around, they didn't seem to mind. Most of them thought it was funny. He was just curious how it all worked and honestly, he thought it was amazing how much they were able to do with a camera. When filming, he mostly had to rely on his imagination for a lot of things, and then he goes to the premiere and he sees the final cut and how it all looks with all the special effects and everything, the tints of the lens, the angles to emphasis drama, they just wowed him every time. And he came out of everything proud he had been a part of it. He loved it. He loved his job. And that wasn't a bad thing was it?

------ I mean, no he wasn't a fan of people who just cut him into a grouping, Actor. He was more than that, or at least he hoped he was. Will was a good guy, and some fawn because he's an actor, and some judge him because of it, saying he's just another arrogant snob living the good life. And he was. God! he was. He was living the good life. He looked forward to going to work, how many people do you know who could say work was the most fun part of their day. It was like all other disappeared for him on set. It distracted him from the strange limbo he was in with the Mitchells. He wasn't naive, he wasn't expecting to meet his blood family and just be instantly accepted into the home with the husband, wife, two point five kids, dog and white picket fence scenario, but he was at least hoping to feel closer to them by now. He was in this like, strange limbo and didn't know how to get out of it. Will was at a point of wondering if coming to Valkyrie was a mistake. He knows his agent would feel much better about it if he left and went back to Los Angeles. Whatever, he wasn't thinking about that now. He had just been kicked out of the director's trailer. What? he had tried to sneak a peak at the concept boards. They had only just started filming after all. Now he was in his trailer slouching majorly on the couch while two almost identical seven year old boy were playing Sorry the board game on the table. Jim, Will's driver, had to be Will's closest friend. He had known him for two years now, he was an older fellow who has been having a lot of financial troubles. Will had tried to give him more, but since he was already being paid more than most drivers as well as had pride, he was now refusing when Will offered raises. Which Will got.

------ Back when Will lived in the foster homes, he always hated it when people tried to give him money. He knew their hearts were in the right place but there was something to doing it for yourself you know? Anyways, about a year ago, Jim's son and daughter in law had been killed in an accident and now, this 62 year old man was taking care of two seven year old boys, fraternal twins, James Matthew the Third with brown hair and Jason Timothy with flaming red hair, and an eleven year old girl name Mackenzie who everyone calls Mack, with auburn curly hair. Jim worked two jobs, Will let Jim live with him in his house, it was big enough, more than big enough. But Jim insisted on paying rent. Was it what renting the master suite in a mansion in California would usually cost? No anywhere near but Jim wanted to pay something. But when Jim wasn't on duty as Will's driver, he also worked at a local bookstore, Borders. And that's where Jim was now. He was going to get a baby sitter for the kids but Will just suggested, to the horror of his Agent Linda Howell, that the kids come to work with him. He wasn't doing much today, mostly sitting around, plus he didn't get to hang with them much. Seriously these kids were awesome. Jimmy (James) and Jason were... well they were boys. They were loud and competitive and full of energy, always torturing their older sister, etc. But they were funny and endearing and Mack? She was probably the smartest kid on the planet. An eleven year old who's favorite author is Robert L. Stevenson and Jules Verne? Even though her favorite things to read were about animals, she wanted to be animal behavioralist. And they all treated Will like an uncle they could jump on and tease. Which is why Mack left the game of Sorry after she dominated and sat down on her knees next to Will as he checked his email again on his phone.

------ She giggled, "looking for another message from plop in the sea?" She asked accusingly by his side. Despite the subject and his anger at his lack of courage, the young girl's statement made him laugh, " You mean Drop in the Ocean?" He corrected her with a smile. "Oh whatever," Mack grinned back, "I doubt there will be one now that wasn't there five minutes ago." She retorted in her know it all voice. Will put a look of mock shock on his face at the accusation, "I do not check that much!". Mack responded incredulously, "You interrupted filming when your phone buzzed..." She exclaimed. "Okay yeah that's true.". Will admitted. You see, Drop In the Ocean was the screen name for some girl he had met online, almost in person, once. I know, it sounds weird to say you met someone online but he had. This girl was awesome. Funny and cute, and I mean, her personality. She was studying art and into photography. She had never had shake'n'bake steak, which was sad in his opinion. She was italian and into history and yeah, she was just... They talked a lot online and when they tentatively decided to meet, he had gone to the cafe they were meeting at and he looked through the window, seeing her there. She was gorgeous. He felt nervous. He was about to go in when some fan recognized him through the glasses and baseball cap and then realized she didn't know who he was, she couldn't know what it would entail and what if she doesn't want it and he puts it on her when it was the last thing she wanted to deal with and he just couldn't go in. He ended up standing her up. Yeah, Hard thing to smooth over but he had.

------ So he has been feeling like a coward for awhile now. And Mack couldn't leave him alone about it ever since he made the terrible mistake of telling her. Will looked up at the door as he heard a knock on it. He groaned and stood up taking a few steps down and opening the trailer door. "Will, you're needed in wardrobe." Said Ben, one of the DA's, still with the handy clipboard Will was pretty sure he had accidentally gotten stuck to his hand with superglue before he ran off. Will looked back in telling the kids he would be back and Jeremy (security guard) was right outside the door before he exited and took off with a slight jog over across the lot to wardrobe. He stepped inside the room as Mary, one of the fitters told him she would be right back for his air force jacket fitting. As soon as Mary left, another girl entered. Young, attractive, and familiar, he had a feeling she was one of the extra's. "You here to get suited up too?" Will asked, trying to be friendly. The girl gave him a smirk he knew well and took off her jacket to reveal she was just wearing a bra underneath. "More to get you un-suited." She spoke suggestively. Will rolled his eyes, wonderful. He sighed and picked up her jacket, "Look, I don't know what you've heard, but not all men are like that, nor so easy." He said holding it up for her to put her arms through, when she didn't but just reached for her shorts, he stopped her by grabbing her hands, not thinking about how bad it would look for someone to walk in at that moment.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Vi!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'boy in a magazine" by Socratic
CLOTHES;; So casual
NOTES;; yay!
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[Violetta Giovanni]

( VIOLETTA. JULIET. GIOVANNI. )


( I STILL SLEEP ON THE RIGHT )
( SIDE OF THE WHITE NOISE )

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----VIOLET WATCHED INTENTLY FROM THE threshold of the playroom. paolo and his mom, annora, were playing with rocco. she cocked her head to the side as she hugged herself in a worried fret. she thought everything was ok. she was about to seal a deal on a apartment. she got a new job, she was suppose to start to day, and she was doing really well in school. now, all of that was jeopardized because of a few in a group of idiots. rocco's father was in town. violet was going to use the term 'father' loosely because connor selwyn was hardly that. he was just the one that got her pregnant, that was it. he never provided for his son, never guided rocco in his crucial years, didn't take him school, and was never there when rocco came home. of course, violet never told connor about it, so all these things he wouldn't have done, but she was guessing he wouldn't have done it even if he did know. and now, all the personal interest in it was only because rocco was one thing the selwyn's could use against the giovannis. violet felt responsible for providing these two families one more thing to fight about. she even wondered if her family was mad at her, but that was quickly dismissed by fausto, her father, vito, luca, and all the other big-wig mobsters of her family.

she felt a cold hand on her shoulder and violet jumped. she turned her head quickly and saw it was only her uncle, fasuto. she adverted her eyes back to rocco. "sorry..." she mumbled. violet still felt uneasy at people touching her, all thanks to connor grabbing her at the park. it just showed who still had the power. and here she thought she finally regained it. it was so upsetting. violet thought she was over it, moved passed the horrible ordeal with her head held high. connor seeking her out at the part diminished all those prior thoughts. "i want you to see someone," her uncle said who took a place beside her. fausto had never flat-out told his niece to go see a doctor. he had always implied it from time to time, but never spoke of it directly. "i'm fine, uncle," she spoke clearly, clearing her throat before doing so. she didn't look at him. fausto was always so cheery and warm around her. she didn't want to see his stone-cold serious face. "violetta, i'm being serious. you've been on edge since what happened in the park. you don't let rocco out of your sight, you flinch when someone touches you. i'm worried about you." violet finally tore her gave away from her son and looked at fasuto. "i'm fine. really. just... took me off guard, that's all," she said choosing her words carefully with her uncle who analyzed people when he wasn't busy ordering kills or pickups. fausto had been here in valkyrie an awful lot this past month. between the irish and luca's engagement to a drug lord's daughter, the elder italian could be living here for all she knew.

fausto handed her a card. violet looked down at the white card and back at fausto as she hesitantly took it. "what is this?" she asked and looked down at the card. in the center of the small business card it read, 'ronald everett, phd' followed by 'psychiatrist' on the next line. "you should talk to him, he's really good." violet frowned and looked at the little card. talk to someone? she could barely talk to her own family about what happened, but to tell a stranger? "ronald everett must be on the payroll then, huh?" she asked, fasuto, bringing her eyes up to look at him. fausto smiled at her. she definitely wasn't one of the dumb ones. "you could say he is... a family doctor, yes." violet tucked the card into her back pocket of the jeans she was wearing. "thanks. i'll... think about it, ok?" she already thought about it. it was a no. maybe fausto could see right through her, but he nodded anyway. he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "everything's going to be ok, violetta. i won't let anything happen to you or rocco." violet nodded. that was something she appreciated on hearing.

"ok, well, i got to go. first day on the job." though she was still a student, she also was an employee at a temp agency. she got a call yesterday. she had to be some assistant to the assistant of the director's assistant (or something like that) to the movie being filmed just outside of valkyrie. whatever. it was money. the temp agency said someone quit. fed-up or some dramatic stuff like that, so violet was called to finish up for the rest of the filming in valkyrie.it was money, so violet jumped on it. today, was her first day. before she left, rocco had to give many kisses and hugs before violet walked out the door, taking one of the giovanni's suvs to the production site. once she got there, she was i.d-ed and made sure all her paper work checked out. then she was introduced to her boss, (one of the assistants named frank,) who told her she was basically a runner. she'd have to get people, make sure extras and other actors were where they were suppose to be before the scene was to be filmed. basically, she was a babysitter. but hey, violet was a mother. sort of in the same genre.

violet was given a headset and a clipboard. she didn't exactly know why, maybe to at least look professional. her boss told her that if she had any problems or questions, she should just radio him. the first hour went pretty smoothly. violet just had to lead extras from wardrobe to set and make sure they stayed there. up until today, violet had no idea what the movie was or who was in it, but by the judge of the costumes, it seemed to at least have some military aspects in it. "violetta?" she turned around, clipboard in her hands. it was her new boss, frank. "yeah?" he looked at his watch and own clipboard. she wondered what was on his. "i need you to go get will hartman from wardrobe. bring him back here." violet nodded. "yeah, sure. is he.. uh, an extra or something?" she asked. frank stopped and looked at her like she asked the stupidest question. "no. he's the lead actor in the film. the film you're working for. he won an academy award?" wow, what a way to feel stupid. "oh. yeah... i don't watch much tv, so..." she stood their awkwardly with frank, as he just stared at her. she was sure the next question he would ask was if violet lived under a rock. "well, i'm just going to go get him then." violet turned and started walking the now familiar route back to wardrobe.

once she got there, the door was closed. she knocked twice and twisted it open. she poked her head in while saying, "if will hartman in here? he's needed..." she trailed off as her eyes fell on a man and a girl in the middle of the room. the girl busting out of what she was calling a bra, and the man holding the jacket. the man could really only be one person, and violet just walked in on the lead actor getting hot and heavy with some girl. instantly she was embarrassed. "oh! i'm sorry! i should've knocked, um... harder." she quickly closed the door and and stood outside in the hallway. crap, what was she going to do now? she had to get him for some unknown reason, but he seemed a little preoccupied right now.

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STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, production site #86, november 2007 LYRICS, "panic switch" silversun pickups CLOTHES, here. TAGGED, william I SAY, sorry this is late!
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[William Hartman]

•• Will Hartman ••

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I'LL BE A BOY IN A MAGAZINE
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me[/center]

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------ There is a lot to be said for the crew of film or a television show. They worked harder and longer than the actors or anyone else involved. They were the ones that really made a show a hit or not. There were so many jobs to fill, like an over abundance, it was strange really. But the set could always use more people, even just to basically run around and make sure everyone has a drink, or run errands, or of course the most essential role of getting people messages of where their needed because on set, despite the actors, in WIll's opinion, not being the hardest workers, they are needed everywhere at once it seemed. And then he wasn't needed for hours on end which is when he stalked camera men or hung out with Mack and the Twins. But the point is, is that people were always needed to bring messages to others. So it really is not surprising for a temp agency to have the number of a nearby movie set. They had already gotten like three temps from the agency already and Will was not surprised to see and/or meet any of them. He was delighted they were here, and yeah that was that. Business as usual. But the latest temp to arrive on scene was not just your average temp. Will had never met her, not in person but he was supposed to have. He was supposed to have been braver and gone into that cafe and talk to her in person the way they spoke to each other online, with open minds, open hearts and as much honesty as safety precautions online permitted.

------ Will was still in wardrobe, not exactly ecstatic about the current situation. He always felt weird when girls he had never met find a way to sneak in alone time. It felt an eerily amount like stalking. Honestly, he kind of just felt sorry for the girls. He wished he could say it had never happened to him before, but it had. It wasn't like a weekly thing, but still. It was just, how much respect could you have for yourself if you were will to let a guy have you just because of his paycheck or reputation? Or the ones who desperately cling to the idea that he is the character he plays in a film? It was disheartening. "Oh so, you want to be the one to take them off... that's fine with me." the girl spoke with a smirk as his hands had actually reached to her clothes to stop her movements to undress. Will shook his head, her jacket still hanging on his arm, "No, really I just want you to go." He said politely. Perhaps he should have been a bit more forceful but he hadn't wanted to hurt her, and he didn't want her to get in trouble with security although at this point that would be hard for her to avoid. But there they were with her naked from the waste up except for a bra, her jacket in his hands, and her shorts being unzippered. So How unfortunate is, for at that moment, the newest temp, Miss Violetta Giovanni to open the door onto the scene which really, was not one that pointed favorably onto the boy who had been too afraid to meet her in the cafe.

------ The young movie star did not recognize the voice that came through the wardrobe, "if will hartman in here? he's needed..." Will looked up at the newcomer as he heard his name and felt the blood drain from his face. The voice may not have been recognizable but he would never forget her face. The girl looked over her shoulder at her and smirked, "She can join if needed." Will looked back at the girl without a shirt and furrowed his brow frustrated, "What? No." He replied and looked back up to see that Violetta had already apologized and left. "Shit." Will pushed the jacket into the arms of the shirtless girl. "Get dressed and go, if you're here when I get back I will call security I promise you.." Will warned as he made his way to the door of the large wardrobe back room and stepped outside looking for her. He had to make sure it was her. He had a quick glance and he could swear it was 'Drop in the Ocean' but maybe since he had been thinking about her his mind was playing tricks. Maybe... And she was still there. Looking a bit flustered for obvious reasons. It was her. Will wouldn't forget that face. He had been too chicken to speak to her in the cafe and so now, God had brought her here but was it to taunt him? Give him a second chance? or both?

------ Will walked up to her as she had stayed in the hallway. He smiled slightly and gave a quick and semi-awkward, "Hi." He stated before nodding slightly, shit now what? Oh right, girl no shirt, explain. "Uh... so look, what you saw in there..." Hartman began, "it wasn't what you saw, you know?" Oh god he hoped that made sense, he was having a little bit of a hard time speaking at the moment, his brain wasn't working. "I mean it was really nothing... but um..." He put his hand out, "I'm Will, and you are?" He asked honestly really really wanting to know her name. I mean, obviously he would have learned her name had he gone inside the cafe but he hadn't and they hadn't exchanged names online, they weren't that stupid. Oh and yeah, he would have to keep this quiet from Mack because that little eleven year old would her so much shit for this. He looked at the brunette beauty in front of him, full costume with the headset and clipboard and he couldn't help but find it kind of adorable.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Vi!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'boy in a magazine" by Socratic
CLOTHES;; So casual
NOTES;; OMG SOOOO late, I'll get better, Promise<3 but on other notes I love playing smitten Will.
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[Violetta Giovanni]

----VIOLET'S HAND CURLED AROUND HER MOUTH and a heat of redness overcame her face. way to embarrass yourself on the first day. first, she had no idea who will hartman had been and then she walked in on him hooking up with some girl. who knew who the girl was anyway. an actress? extra? violet doubted she was an actress because the words of, "She can join if needed." echoed in her head. now, violet wasn't really up-to-date on how actresses acted these days, but surely they had a little bit more class than down for having a threesome with a complete stranger, right? even the fact of, well, being asked to join completely horrified her. now, violet wasn't a prude, she wasn't, but she hadn't really been intimate with someone since... well, ever. connor would hardly be someone she would considered 'intimate.' ok, so fine, violet hadn't been able to be close to someone since she was raped. that would probably be a clear sign that maybe she needed to talk to someone, but violet just passed it off as she just never met the right person. there wasn't anything wrong with that, was there?

now what? violet was leaning against the wall looking dumbfounded at the floor. could she really walk back to frank and tell him the lead actor was preoccupied. of course, she wouldn't say what she saw because violet didn't think it was her place to say. it wasn't her business and she didn't rally get into the gossip of all that. would she get in trouble for not doing her job? she glanced at her watch, when were they expecting her back? could she get fired for this? not just by frank for being slow and late, but if that will hartman didn't want her to see that, he could get her fired. jeez, this was just like the mob business. you know something you're not suppose to, so you were going to be 'taken care of.' of course, not killed, but hollywood at the same concept as her family did, the giovannis were just more physical. she was still blushing when she heard the door open. here went nothing. she lifted her eyes and saw it was will. he said 'hi' and she internally frowned. was this how actors of (obviously) his popularity dealt with it? just a cool 'hi?' how smug. violet looked back down, this time at her clipboard. "Uh... so look, what you saw in there..." violet looked back up at him. "it wasn't what you saw, you know?"

now, violet lived in los angeles. or had lived before she moved to valkyrie, but she had to be the worst person to ask if you had a question about hollywood. if not know who will hartman was wasn't a giveaway or anything, violet never kept up-to-date on movies, actors, and award shows. but she did know those actors really wanted to protect their reputations. "i won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. or, sell the story to some tabloid if that's what people do," she told him. she hoped he would just leave it at that. she really wasn't going to tell anyone, and she didn't want to dwell on this really awkward situation anymore. "I'm Will, and you are?" violet looked down at his hand. she only momentarily wondered where that hand had been before she thought that she didn't want to seem rude. she took his hand. "violet. i, uh, just started working here."

violet wondered if he was a jerk. she seemed to only be meeting the real winners lately. there was the return of connor, someone who she was fully convinced would try killing her in attempts to get rocco. so, connor was not only a jerk, but he was a psycho that was too dangerous to grasp. new to the list was someone she didn't even know the name to. she only knew him as soundslikehockey. and now, she had doubts if he was even a he. violet had been talking to this person on line for a while and they had agreed to meet. violet went to the cafe only to be stood up. that was a big blow, because she had a lot of faith in this possibly being a good thing. she felt that whoever she had been talking to showed up, saw her, and either wasn't what they were expecting or just chickened out. and now she could add this hot-shot actor to the list. she felt like she should roll her eyes at him. sure he was acting nice to her now, but she could see right through it. "i was was ordered to come back to get you." violet pushed herself off the wall and stood beside him. "i'm not sure why but if you just follow me, i can take you where you need to go."

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[William Hartman]

•• Will Hartman ••

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I'LL BE A BOY IN A MAGAZINE
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------ Will was used to people making assumptions. He had been for a long time, long before fame hit him. The thing about Will was that he was, on the outside, a completely different person now than he was when he was a kid. The Will people got to know now, was light hearted, laid back, good guy to hang out with, down to earth. And no, he is all of those things, and he could be when he was younger but he was too busy fighting. Just fighting for everything. His life, the life of the few friends he was able to get. He was the angry kid in school. He grew up in the bad parts of New York City, not the upper east side as the magazines suggest. According to the magazines, infant Will was adopted to a nice family, upper east side where he got connections to broadway before being seen by his future agent. They know this story because it's the story he tells them because he doesn't want them to know the truth. He was ashamed of it. As well as he hated it when celebrities used pity stories to further their career, true or not. But the truth was Will was never adopted and was constantly in foster homes. That's why he still had his birth mother's last name. The last name of a dead prostitute. The foster homes were shitty and abusive and he was angry. He went to the shitty public in desperate need for funding and guidance and being the reader he always was, the other kids would pick on him and he would fight back. He was being beaten at home by people three times his size, he wasn't going to take it from kids he could beat and beat them he did. He had been suspended more times than he could count, was about an inch away from going to juvy when he was seven.

------ Will regretted those days. The kids might of been bullies but they needed help and Will was definitely not helpful. Perhaps That was why, when you look at the charities he just donates to versus the ones he goes in hand to hand to help with, are almost all charities to help inner city schools in desperate need for help. Because he was one of them. And people would assume he was a no good punk kid. Worth nothing. When he was ten it was the worst. His dad beat his wife. I mean, ferociously. Will had come back from school, sent home for stapling a kid's hand, he saw his foster mom on the ground. He had never seen a woman so bloody before, still hadn't. Just covered in it. Her nose was broken, her jaw dislocated, you couldn't even see her left eye but it was her arm he remembers the most vividly, just shattered. He pushed the foster dad who then turned on him. He still had the scar that he blamed on an on-set accident to the papers. He was hospitalized and still social services did nothing. He lived with that same man for three more years and most every night, Will spent breaking into his school and sleeping under the prop table in the auditorium. That's where he fell in love with the Theatre. It saved his life, and kept him from probably, literally going to jail. He grew. Fame was fun, annoying sometimes but for the most part, it was just fun. Let's not lie. But that really wasn't why he did what he did. He truly loved it, which was part of the reason he was so successful. People could see his whole heart in it.

------ But no one knew that. And no one would know that. He was quiet about it, because he knew that deep down that angry scared kid was still in there. He hated it. He assumptions. He was a star, and that meant people would look him and think he was a shallow, horny ass. Even the best of people. He watched her face as he told her it was nothing. He could tell she seemed embarrassed and/or annoyed. Understandable, I guess. "i won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. or, sell the story to some tabloid if that's what people do," Will shook his head, "No, no that's not what I meant..." Will began, part of his pissed at himself, he had a way of putting his foot in his mouth when camera's weren't running. "I mean, thanks I'd rather you didn't but what I meant was that it really was nothing." He tried to explain, "She's just a fan who found a way onto set" he added, thinking that would be to anyone that it meant he had been telling her to go, and not taking advantage, but again, people think what they will. He sighed slightly, he could kind of tell that this girl, this girl he felt like he knew so well had already decided, like ten million others. He nodded and forced a half smile, "You're not going to believe me if I told you I was trying to stop her are you?" He asked more rhetorically before breaking eye contact and glancing down the hallway as some other PA pushed a rack of clothes down the way. "violet. i, uh, just started working here." Will nodded, pretty name. "Well, it's good to meet you, despite the snow balled introduction."

------ Will had to admit he was kind of disappointed, she was beautiful and he knew she was still the heart of gold girl he met online, it was just... and maybe he was assuming too much that she would not listen, but not many others cared to so why should she right? "i'm not sure why but if you just follow me, i can take you where you need to go." Will gave a polite smile and nodded, "Yeah, sure." He replied about to follow her down the hall when the costume fitter walked past, "Will, the jacket?" "Oh right." Will said, stopping in tracks, he thought for a moment. He felt kind of bad pushing the fitters but he would also feel bad having Violet go back and tell whoever he wasn't coming, chances are they would get angry with her, sometimes people were just stressed, there was a lot to do. "Hey look, could you just leave the jacket int my trailer? We've fit it once, if it's not working, I'll come and find you." He asked, the fitter, Mary smirked, "only cause I love you." She said jokingly with a wink. Will smiled and patted her shoulder, "thanks, mary. Oh and leave it with Mack, she'll take care of it" He added, didn't want those twins getting their hands on it. He turned and walked a little faster to catch up with Violet, "Sorry, Where we going?"

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Vi!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'boy in a magazine" by Socratic
CLOTHES;; So casual
NOTES;; fastest reply I've had in a while

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[Violetta Giovanni]

----HER CHEEKS STILL BURNED SLIGHTLY RED. not because she was in the presence of an award-winning actor, but because she walked in on him with some girl who was already half naked. now, every time she saw him, she would be thinking that. and though she had suspicions he'd forget about her by tomorrow, maybe every time he saw her around set, she would be the girl that walked in on him. would he be worried she'd mention it to someone? tell it to her co-workers over at the water cooler? she wanted to re-assure him that she'd take what she just saw to her grave but they were human. you really can't trust them when it came down to it no matter how many times you promised them. so when she said she wouldn't sell the story or tell anyone, he told her no. her eyebrows furrowed slightly, what? he paused for a moment. probably to think about how he should word what he wanted to say to her. then, will told her he'd appreciate her not tell anyone but it really was nothing. right. violet loved that line. 'nothing happened' or 'it's not what it looked like.' more times than not, it was exactly what it looked like. the odds were against him, but whatever. "She's just a fan who found a way onto set." violet just nodded. she was probably only going to be fired for not bringing will right away. she just wanted to go home already. an afternoon playing with rocco sounded good. followed by seeing if soundslikehockey was on and maybe bitch to him about hollywood and the people a part of it.

"You're not going to believe me if I told you I was trying to stop her are you?" violet only smiled at him. "you know what? it's fine. i already forgot about it. what fan?"

[/b] she sounded genuine about it. she even attempted to look side to say, already forgetting about the blondie in the dressing room. she swatted her hand in the air, adding to the effect. he told her it was nice to meet her and she could only half smile. she'd probably only see him walking around after this point and if violet had her way, she wouldn't be working here much long anyway. it was nice he was interested in her name and such, but come one, it's not like they would hang out or anything. she started to lead him down the hall and they were momentarily stopped by someone else. will stopped and it seemed to be another fitter about some jacket. suddenly, she heard a voice in her ear. "violet. will. where is he?" violet gripped her clipboard before putting a hand to her ear and pressed a button on her headset. "i'm coming with him, right now."[/b] she heard will tell the fitter to leave it in his trailer. she was grateful that he chose walking with her instead of going to wardrobe again. it sounded like frank wanted her head. will picked up his pace and asked her, "Sorry, Where we going?" she shrugged looking back at him. "uh... one of the sets? sorry i'm terrible at the movie lingo and everything." whatever the room she was in before she was suppose to get him.

she wouldn't call herself isolated from the outside world. she probably looked like some scary home schooled girl that didn't know what a movie was. her priorities were just placed somewhere else. it's not like she was jealous of the fame. violet was perfectly content on always sliding under the radar. acting was just a job. sure, it got more publicity than say a kindergarten teacher but everyone had to do something. violet wanted to be a curator at an art gallery. glamorous? well, maybe depending on where. but she wouldn't have strange men in her rooms already half naked. though playing gopher on this movie wouldn't be her first choice, being apart of the set design seemed like a good alternative. she was probably acting like an ice queen, something the compassionate violetta definitely wasn't. she slowed a little until they were walking next to each other. "i know i only started working today, but your movie looks pretty cool. my son would love all the historical looking things."

right after she mentioned rocco, frank came rushing up to them. he looked mostly at her, scowling a little bit. "i thought you might have gotten lost." frank turned his attention back to will, not even waiting for her response. "they need your opinion on a line. what you think your character would say." violet stared at frank dumbfoundly. he rushed her for a line? really? but, violet couldn't judge. she didn't know the film industry at all or what it took to make a movie a movie, so if it meant sending people like violet off to fetch actors for a line, then let them do that. she was still getting paid. "nice meeting you." she told will before frank dragged him off. violet glanced down at her watch. ok... only eight more hours to go until her shift ended. was she just going to stand here and be forced to sit in her own thoughts until frank found another job for her. she looked down at the clipboard. maybe it said things for her to do when she wasn't given a specific job. nope. all it has was a map of the set, some phone numbers, and a tentative schedule of the day. violet's shoulders dropped and she glanced around at everyone rushing around her. pulling her hand through her hair she tried spotting frank, but failed. he was probably still with will.


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STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, production site #86, november 2007 LYRICS, "panic switch" silversun pickups CLOTHES, here. TAGGED, william I SAY, hope the ending was ok. i kinda just ended it. xD
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