Person you're acting as: The over-dramaticto-the-point-of-being-almost-annoying girl.
Personality: She takes everything to the absolute EXTREME.
Example:
Boyfriend: I need to go into my house to grab something. I will be right back.
Stella: NO, don't leave me. I think I will DIE! I can't live without you.
Appearance: Spoiler
Up for love: Yes, but be prepared for serious over-the-top recations.
A bit of History: Uh, she allways wanted to be an actress, but the directors found her a bit over the tp. She gave up on that idea and went to do what her parents told her, but not without a classic 'you'll see, you'll all see!'.
Likes/Dislikes:
Like: Music, goldfish, the legaly blonde movies (her idol is the blonde) and goldfish.
Dislikes: All other animals, fire and..... wait for it....... cameras.
Favourite film: Legally Blonde
Happiest when: She is with her twenty seven goldfish.
Other: She is an air-head. Deal with it.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
If you want to be in this storybook, but you were really late because you were busy baking hot cross buns for a Sri Lanka cricket team, then just post your profile in a spoiler and us lovely lot will fit you in somewhere!
John Barry/James Bond
Alfie Al'a Pino chucked me and these other frightfully odd bunch into this forest. We didn't even get any breakfast! Haha, talk about crackin' on with the job, oh well, t'was better than advertising already. The wind was a 'lil cold though since it was only 8a.m. which was an early morning none of us were really used to.
"Action!" bellowed a loud italian voice over some speakers that I couldn't see.
"'Ang on one moment, Al'a Pino. We ain't got any scripts!" I exclaimed.
"Ergh, Mr. Barry, please bare in mind we're relying on entire improvisation." Bellowed the voice once more in disgust.
"Right'o, ready when you are Alfie!" I shouted back.
"Ergh," the voice huffed, "Action!"
"Wait... wait..." I said, forgetting something, "Where's the cameras?"
"Hidden, you bloody blitherin' idiot!" the voice bellowed, aggrovated.
"Right'o, when you're quite ready, Alfie," I said once more.
I stalked around the forest, confused. How had I managed to lose the group so early? That's not like me, to get lost on the first day.... Ugh, stupid director. I stepped into a clearing, not watching where I was going and collided with someone.
"Oi!" I yelled, kicking at their leg. "Watch it! You stepped on me!"
I looked up to find.... "Oh, for crying out loud!" I yelled again. Not the blond!
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
"But what about my breakfast muffin?" I called out irritably. It was much too early to be working without food! Besides, I was a star now. They had to feed me, right? They were supposed to fulfill my every demand!
"You get fed when the scene's done," the voice said back.
"Fine. Well what am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Just get over there and do something!" Huh. How rude. There was no need to shout. I walked over toward the man who was supposedly playing Bond. The suit hung well across his smooth shoulders and I liked the look of his tousselled, black hair. Then I realised my mistake. This was the acting business! I couldn't just walk over!
I walked back to where I'd started from and then did the walk again but moved seductively this time. I swayed my hips and paused dramatically as I came closer.
"Bond," I said in a husky tone. Then I hesitated. "Your bowtie is crooked. Uh... can we get a cut? We need to do wardrobe." I heard a hiss of anger.
"No we don't need to bloody well cut! Fix your bowtie Bond and get on with it."
Personality (Acting & normal, obviously it'll be much the same since they're amateurs): She's morbid and (more than) a bit of a pyro.
Appearance: Scrawny build, very short and messy black hair (long hair is flammable.) Wide, round brown eyes. Doesn't wear makeup (she thinks it might be flammable) and wears tight, faded blue jeans and some random-colored tank top. (Loose clothing is definitely flammable.)
Up for love: Yes.
A bit of History: She was in the mental ward for her pyro tendencies before, but she pretended to be a good girl and was let out after a few years. She took up this job as a creative outlet, like her therapist said she should do, but working with these people just makes her want to wreak more flame-involved havoc.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: Fire, matches, lighters, burnable things, caffeine, and charming knick knacks (that she can burn.) Dislikes: Almost everything.
Favourite film: Firestarter. (Is she predictable, or what?)
Jess shifted her weight from one leg to the other, a mischievous smile inching across her face. This. Was. Going. To. Be. Awesome.
She let out a wild shriek and sprinted into the trees when the director blared "action!" through the hidden speakers. Of course, the whole improvisational hidden camera thing was odd but Jessi didn't care. As long as she was on this job she was Jimmy, Lord of the Cracked Cornless and she would dominate.
She threw her head back, her blue hair waving in the wind, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I love this job!"
I fixed my bow tie gingerly and Jessie tried her walk again. I looked to her and as she arrived she asked me my name. I smiled anxiously and turned to the direction of where the voice had seemed to come from earlier. I walked two steps in this direction, raised my right eyebrow and bent forward slightly.
"Bond. James Bond," I said, with a wink to follow. The event couldn't possibly have been acted much worse.
"Okay, ladies & gents," came the voice once more, "From now on, you're all on your own. There will be no cuts, no breaks and no questions. From here on in, you are your character and you will act to survive."
I turned to Jessie and a couple of others nearby, "Do you think he got someone to script that for him?"
The others shrugged.
"That was soooo good," I said, gazing to the skies.
I sighed. This director obviously hadn't had breakfast either. "What do you mean we're on our own?" I called out.
"YOU HEARD ME BLONDIE!" A yell came. I blinked and crossed my arms, huffing. "Rude..."
I walked up to Bar-Bond, trying to seem tough and in character. I punched him in the shoulder, ignored the cracking that emitted from my hand and gritted my teeth til the pain subsided. "Hey Bond," I said, biting into my lip and tasting blood.
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
"Oooooh! You did it so well," I squealed. "And the wink. That was perfect!" Hey wait... we were supposed to stay in character? Like now? For always? Okay. I could do that. Oh wow. This was so amazingly cool! "Oooops sorry! I mean..." Trying to cool my excitement, I acted a (very bad) impression of a mysterious and lonely woman. "How did you find yourself here... Mr. Bond?"
"I'm not sure," John replied. "The situation is... dire. I believe this island to be very dangerous."
"I'm not worried," I said. "Being close to you makes me feel safe." I fluttered my eyelashes and wondered if I looked sexy enough yet. I decided I must do. They'd obviously tell me if I was doing anything wrong.
"What might I call you?" John asked.
"Anything you want," I replied.
"No. Seriously. What should I call you?"
"Oh. Well, well, my name is... I am known as The Siren. Lucy Siren." This. Was. So. Cool! That was when another woman stalked over and punched Bond in the arm. What? What was going on, people weren't supposed to punch Bond! Unless... she was the bad guy.
"Wait, we don't get a script! I practiced the ART of MEMARAZATION for the last twenty years just for this. Agh! The world is coming to an end, all life shall perish and..." I started my usual end-of-the-world-speach.
A firm hand clasped over my mouth, "Just...Stop...Talking." Cannia said.
"But we don't have a SCRIPT! Don't you know what this means. The world..." I said.
"If you say 'shall end' I will kill you." Cannia retorted.
"Hey, whats goin' on over here? Ladies, please, there is enough Bond to go around." He said with a grin.
"Oh, my gawd! It is James, as in James Bond. Oh my gawd Oh my gawd Oh my gawd!" I say, bouncing up and down and clapping at the same time.
"I take it you know me?" He said. I faint.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
I sighed, resigned and joined the group of women faning themselves over Bond. Jeez, it was rather annoying. I sauntered through the group and flung a hand around his neck.
"Why, hello, James," I said and smiled. The other women all stared at me. "What?"
Bond just smiled and looked around at all the women. I thought I heard him mutter something that sounded a lot like 'I think I'm in heaven'.
"Who are you?" one of the women asked. I smiled back at her. I noticed that she was the blond I'd walked into earlier.
"I'm Ms. Natasha Draven," I intoned with a strong English accent. "Who may you be?"
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Cannia grinned at her. "Brooks. Annabell Brooks." I shook her hand, and turned to the woman who had told Bond to take me down, she didn't seem too bright. "I'm not attacking him Madam, hes my fighting partner."
I walked over to Bond and looked around, trying to look serious but I just wound up looking like a fly went up my nose. "So, what do you think of the place 007?"
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
No breakfast. Nothing. Not even coffee. At least I had coffee when I was in advertising. Besides that, this is so much better. All the girls are trying to impress the other John. (John Barry) HE of course is the charming James Bond. The darn director is so much more annoying than my boss. He spent the morning screaming at everyone. He said that there ARE NO SCRIPTS. The general reaction to this was confusion. But I see right through it. All these imbeciles here, except for Barry, don't understand how dangerous the situation is. All the girls are so obsessed with catching Bond's eye that they are totally oblivious to the severity of our situation. This is for real. This is not a movie. Smart move by me to bring my gun. More tomorrow.
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