The Lost Ones (Closed, Started)

Parker

The drive was excruciating, even for someone like Parker who was perfectly comfortable in silence. He could feel the gun pressing against his skin where it rested between his back and the seat. He was grateful for the concealed holster that was part of his costume, but it wasn't really meant to be worn sitting down.

Luckily, they didn't have to go far. Pollux booted them unceremoniously out of the van ten or so miles up the road, tossed a map at Casey, and shouted good luck as he sped away.

"What the heck are we supposed to do now?!" Hannah exclaimed, a pout forming on her full red lips.

Parker surveyed the area. While Pollux had taken them up a dirt road, there was a fairly well-worn trail that picked up not three feet away from where they stood. He suspected Casey's map would show them the route back through the jungle to camp. In the trees he could just make out the glare of the sun on shining metal cameras.

"We start the scene," Parker said, nodding his head toward the most visible camera.

The others looked at one another uneasily, as if they weren't quite sure what they'd signed up for. Parker didn't really understand what the big deal was. They'd all been given clear contracts; they were filming in the freaking Amazon. Maybe he wasn't a real actor, and this was his first movie, but unpleasant conditions seemed to come with the territory.

"Well let's go!" Archie shouted at blessed last, tearing the map from Casey's hands and setting off into the jungle.

Parker pushed himself into a jog. "On your heels, Tyson," he called out. His character was supposed to be a cross country runner; the least jock jock there could be. Not only that, but infamous Clarke McCauley was straight BFFs with Tyson Donahue.

Parker repressed an exhausted sigh. This was going to be a long hike.

Archie Montana

No water. It was going to be tough but Archie got that, yeah that was cool. Hey, sometimes you had to do some crazy stuff to get in character. Like this one time he had to eat a whole bar of chocolate in one go to get in character to play a fat kid! Archie had never been more disgusted in his life.

But this wasn't his life now; it was Tyson's. Tyson stared at the map as he jogged and then tossed a grin over his shoulder at his best buddy Clarke. Parker must be loving this. "We've got to make the river on day one. It's a far shoot, but I reckon we can get there." Tyson was confident about this mission. He was brave and he had a sad past, but he was one of those guys who never ran out of enthusiasm or encouragement. Optimistic. That was the word for Tyson Donahue.

"Oh Tyson thinks we can make it, then we'll get there for sure, right girls?" Theo drawled in his role as James Sutton. Tyson shot him a frown and waited, waiting-

"Cut!" Hannah shouted. "Have you seen my shoes? I mean ewww, I need a clean off." Everyone sighed and looked around for the help staff who surely must be dogging their progress through the wild. They couldn't have any water, but Hannah could, of course, have a clean off. That was the movie business for you.

Except no one came. "Hello?" Hannah called as she strode toward one of the cameras.

"I think we've got to do the shot," Parker said, shrugging. "Besides, it wouldn't make sense for your shoes to be clean."

Hannah Davenport

"Except that I've been walking in dirt and mud and--guh, God knows what else. Additionally, these are high-class designer boots made by Sally Foreman's own hand, and I will not ruin them now! And don't argue with me. Jenna Winters would make sure her boots weren't so scuffed!"

"She really just goes on and on and on..." Archie muttered to Parker, the most convenient ear to listen.

"Look," Theo's reasonable voice said from behind, "if they found it was a problem, they'd have turned up from the bushes by now. Clearly, it's something they want, so let's just go."

Hannah's angry eyes got even smaller as she glared at him.

"Alright, back in character, guys," Theo said, still smiling with amusement.

Hannah took a huge breath before putting on her Jenna Winters look, then bringing down her features into a tired drag. "Why is it so hot here...?" she breathed, following Parker up the trail.

"It's the Amazon," he replied simply.

"I really... didn't bring enough moisturize--OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS THAT?!" Hannah shrieked, jumping up and down in her spot. Something had fallen on her shoulders, and she did everything she could to get whatever that sucker was off her back.

"Hold still!" Parker hissed.

"Cut already! Get someone out here!" Theo called out.

"Stop, drop, and roll!" Archie cackled.

"It's a snake!" Casey squeaked, her voice lost.

"Oh, my gooooood get it off get it off," Hannah panicked. She felt a harsh drag across her back and the extra weight flying off her shoulders. She then hid Parker -- the nearest human shield -- and looked down at the filthy reptile slithering away from Parker's stick.

"That wasn't supposed to happen in today's script!" started shouting at the camera crew. "What's going on?"

"Forget it, Theo!" Hannah cried. "No one's there!"

Casey

Casey could feel her whole body quivering with fear. She'd had her suspicions about Pollux, but she didn't think that he was capable of causing any harm. A little strange, but overall harmless and a great director. When she had been cast in the lead role of the movie, she'd felt excited, honored, humbled-- it all felt too good to be true. She was going to get paid a lot of money, film on location, and work with one of her favorite directors. Assuming the film did well, she would become a star.

She hadn't signed up for this. Standing there, she thought of how they'd been thrown out into the wild, cameras poking from behind the brush. Casey looked down at the cut she had received from her axe, remembered the conversation she had with Pollux earlier and that was when she put two and two together. They were in the wild, in crappy quality trailers when Pollux was a multi-billionaire. He'd tried to serve them moldy sandwiches. They were going to film this scene without water. Casey understood method acting, but this was taking it to an extreme too far. If he wanted it to be true...did he intend for the deaths of all of their characters to be true?

"You guys," Casey said in a whisper, hoping the camera crew wouldn't hear them. "Anyone getting a really, really bad feeling about this movie?"

No one said anything in response, but the looks on their faces said enough.

"I said action!" they could hear Pollux screech from behind the trees.

Casey had to think quickly. "You guys, let's start to film the scene as normal, okay? Then, once we find an opportunity, we jet," she said, whispering as quiet as she could. "And we just run, okay? Maybe someone..."

"ACTION!!!"

They had no choice but to start the scene. She could only hope that everyone else was on board with her.

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OOC: The next person that posts can have them finding the Jeep, if they desire, and jetting off, maybe some arguments between the different cast members. Then I'll post as Pollux finding them and that's when he's going to shed his friendly exterior and show them he means business.