Fic: Period Inappropriate
Nov. 19th, 2011 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meridian_roseTitle: Period Inappropriate
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Characters:
Rating: R for strong language
Word Count: 325
Prompt: For the 30 days of fiction meme prompt #24 write a scene on a movie set
Summary: Dealing with actors is like herding cats
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hrhrionastar for allowing me to use aspects from one of her anecdotes of amateur theatre. Also, I know almost nothing about the industry except, ironically, what I've learned from the movies :D
The woman staggered out into the street, her corset half-unlaced, and her petticoats muddy.
"My lady?" a gentleman asked.
The woman stared past him, silent, eyes wide.
Time passed. Ten seconds. Thirty. When it was almost a full minute since the man had spoken to her, a male voice called, "Elizabeth."
The woman didn't answer.
"Elizabeth."
"Fuck," said Elizabeth.
"Cut," yelled the second voice, that of the director. A bell rang and the set erupted into a bustle of activity. "Take five."
"She's useless," the production assistant said, shaking her head.
"I didn't have a say in it," the director complained. "She's sleeping with a studio executive."
"Her name is the same as the character's and she still doesn't respond to it."
"I know."
"She never gets more than two lines right at a time."
"I know!"
"And I'd let her improvise - it's our best hope of finishing this thing anything like on budget," the assistant said, "but fuck isn't even period appropriate."
"I fucking know," the director said fiercely.
Elizabeth wandered over, frowning. "Like, I don't understand this scene at all."
The director gave her a false smile. "Go talk to the screenwriter. He's the one gave you all those extra lines in the third re-write."
The three days he'd spent filming a cat food commercial with six cats - at least two of which had taken a dislike to him, scratching him at every opportunity and occasionally urinating on his shoes – was beginning to seem like a blissful experience. It had, after all, been only three days, and when the large grey tom cat had been hanging from his leg the cat wrangler had sprayed it in the face with water until it let go. After that the cat had confined itself to glaring at him in a way that made it clear it was plotting his death.
He found himself wondering if spraying Elizabeth in the face might yield similar results.
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Characters:
Rating: R for strong language
Word Count: 325
Prompt: For the 30 days of fiction meme prompt #24 write a scene on a movie set
Summary: Dealing with actors is like herding cats
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks to
hrhrionastar for allowing me to use aspects from one of her anecdotes of amateur theatre. Also, I know almost nothing about the industry except, ironically, what I've learned from the movies :DThe woman staggered out into the street, her corset half-unlaced, and her petticoats muddy.
"My lady?" a gentleman asked.
The woman stared past him, silent, eyes wide.
Time passed. Ten seconds. Thirty. When it was almost a full minute since the man had spoken to her, a male voice called, "Elizabeth."
The woman didn't answer.
"Elizabeth."
"Fuck," said Elizabeth.
"Cut," yelled the second voice, that of the director. A bell rang and the set erupted into a bustle of activity. "Take five."
"She's useless," the production assistant said, shaking her head.
"I didn't have a say in it," the director complained. "She's sleeping with a studio executive."
"Her name is the same as the character's and she still doesn't respond to it."
"I know."
"She never gets more than two lines right at a time."
"I know!"
"And I'd let her improvise - it's our best hope of finishing this thing anything like on budget," the assistant said, "but fuck isn't even period appropriate."
"I fucking know," the director said fiercely.
Elizabeth wandered over, frowning. "Like, I don't understand this scene at all."
The director gave her a false smile. "Go talk to the screenwriter. He's the one gave you all those extra lines in the third re-write."
The three days he'd spent filming a cat food commercial with six cats - at least two of which had taken a dislike to him, scratching him at every opportunity and occasionally urinating on his shoes – was beginning to seem like a blissful experience. It had, after all, been only three days, and when the large grey tom cat had been hanging from his leg the cat wrangler had sprayed it in the face with water until it let go. After that the cat had confined itself to glaring at him in a way that made it clear it was plotting his death.
He found himself wondering if spraying Elizabeth in the face might yield similar results.
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Date: 2011-11-19 10:32 pm (UTC)and *yay!* more flashes!
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Date: 2011-11-20 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-20 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-19 06:55 pm (UTC)And the last line - ROFL XDD
Loved this! :D
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Date: 2011-11-19 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-19 07:40 pm (UTC)"Her name is the same as the character's and she still doesn't respond to it." That is really shocking, isn't it?
I feel for the director here ;)
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Date: 2011-11-19 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-20 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-21 02:27 am (UTC)Elizabeth wandered over, frowning. "Like, I don't understand this scene at all." For some reason I keep seeing this in my head, and it cracks me up.
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Date: 2011-11-21 04:20 pm (UTC)