Horror movies can be all too real.

Wes Carpenter:

Walking up to Pammie, the script girl, Wes smiled and patted her on the back. "Hey there Pam, we're going to need an extra script today, have it ready for a Mia Taylor, she should be along shortly." He paused and gave Pam a considering look. "You know, we are short a couple victims, are you sure you won't reconsider about my offer to be in the movie?" He asked, still smiling, lifting a cup of nice hot, black coffee to his lips.
 
Mia

Mia browsed through the clothing rack, selecting a beautiful Prada number the rich color of spilt blood.
It was strapless save for the off the shoulder sheer sleeves. The skirt flared out just above the knees showing off her shapely legs, and she bought a pair of strappy stiletto heels to match.
It was really a great color on her, dark colors always provided a shockingly beautiful contrast to the paleness of her skin, and this particular color brought out more burgundy highlights in her red hair.
She paid for the ensemble with the cash Ronnie had given her, and since the dress had been on the clearance rack she had just enough left over to get a quick manicure and to grab a quick sushi lunch.

Afterwards she hopped into her Jetta and sped off towards the studio, hoping Ronnie had patched things up.
She pulled up to the security gate and flashed a winning smile,
"hi, I'm Mia Taylor. I just spoke with Mr. Carpenter today and he told me to come by and have a look at the script for his new film and whatnot."
The guard looked her over, obviously liking what he saw he checked his list.
He found her name and raised the gate,"alright miss, just head back to the main office, you'll see a lot for visitor parking, there you can get a parking pass for all studio access, and there should be someone there to get you situated."
She thanked the guard and pulled through, driving a couple minutes before seeing the sign for visitors parking, she pulled in, and found a spot near the front. Her silver Jetta certainly stood out amongst the Jags and BMWs.
She fished in her purse for her sunglasses and slid them on, then slipped out another pill, this time a round pale yellow one, swallowed it then she popped in an altoid to remove any residual sushi smell.

Inside she walked confidently towards the main desk, "hi I'm Mia Taylor, Wes Carpenter told me to come by...?" She phrased it like a question for though she carried herself with confidence, at the moment she was filled with fear and uncertainty.....
 
The woman at the main desk looked up, her dark eyes reguarded Mia with a touch of recognition. "Ah, yes, let me buzz you through, he's asked to meet with you in person, just one moment." She said, as she proceeded to buzz Wes.

"Sir, Mia is here."

"Ah, good, send her in."

"Yes sir." The woman looked up again, smiling welcomingly. "You can go right in Miss Taylor."
 
Pammie Andrews

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Wes Carpenter:

Walking up to Pammie, the script girl, Wes smiled and patted her on the back. "Hey there Pam, we're going to need an extra script today, have it ready for a Mia Taylor, she should be along shortly." He paused and gave Pam a considering look. "You know, we are short a couple victims, are you sure you won't reconsider about my offer to be in the movie?" He asked, still smiling, lifting a cup of nice hot, black coffee to his lips.


Pammie blushed and smiled, an enchanting como on her all American girl-nex-door face. "Don't you ever look at anyone except through a lens, Mr. Carpenter!" She laughed and scriibbed a note in the pad she carried in her hip pocket. "What character is Mia going to be playing? So I can make up the green sheets for her?"
 
David hailed the waiter over to the table, happy to see the man there and waiting.
"A bottle of your finest house wine to start. I want a light salad, no dressing of any kind. Make it quick if you could. We can't be here long, lots of places to go before the day is done."
He made a mark in his notebook, checking something off, or perhaps adding something more in. He closed it, giving a smile off to the both of them.
"Things going along well?"
 
Wes Carpenter:

"Not for a long time, Pammie, not for a very long time... But seriously, think about it, the parts here if you want it." Wes assured Pammie of that with a smile. "Well, Miss Taylor is here right now, she's going to play the lead females best friend, her confidant. Can you have them ready before she leaves today?" Wes asked, arching an eyebrow.
 
Pammie Andrews

"Of course, sir, I take my job very seriously! And I'd love to thinking about taking a role, but.."She tilted her head and shrugged. "My mother thinks that actresses are immoral. She doesn't mind me working in the movies if I can make something of myself on merits other than looks....Or if I get married to a nice boy." She laughed at the last.

"Unless..." She grew thoughtful and glanced towards the makeup trailer in what they called in the movie business 'the circus'. "I didn't look like myself....."
 
Wes Carpenter:

Wes smiled at Pammie, she was actually rather refreshing, it had been a long time since Wes had seen her sort of innocence. And he only then realized that it was that quality in her that would make her such a perfect person to play in his movie. He believed she could make an audiance really care about her, which would make it all the more horrific the moment her character were to die some horrible death... Thats what's been missing in these movies for a long while, you don't really feel for the victem's anymore...
 
Mia

Mia followed the woman at the desk's directions until she saw Wes Carpenter. She recognized him from the award shows and interviews on television. She froze for a second as the butterflies in her stomach kicked in full force, but she smoothed the imaginary wrinkles out of her dress, smiled and walked over.
She hung back a bit as he was in the middle of a conversation with a pretty young blonde.

She coughed softly, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but you're Mr. Carpenter, correct?"


OOC: sorry I took so long to post, I was waiting for a good spot to hop in and I have finals bleck....
 
Wes Carpenter:

"Ah, Miss Taylor, yes, I am, please, just call me Wes." He said as he offered his hand out to her. "Miss Taylor, this is Pammie Anderson, she's our script girl, Pammie, this is the the actress I was telling you about." Wes stood back for a moment after his introductions, then took Mia's hand. "Come into my office, so we can talk." He said with a smile. "Miss Anderson will have your script for you by the time we are through."
 
Pammie Andrews

"Miss Taylor, this is Pammie Anderson, she's our script girl, Pammie, this is the the actress I was telling you about."

"So very nice to meet you, Miss Taylor!" Pammie smiled but didn't offer her hand. One of the first things she learned in the biz is that cast didn't make friends with crew much. There were exceptions, but you had to let the cast member make the first move. "Congradulations on getting the part, if you know which trailer you'll be in I'll make sure a script and your green pages are waiting for you."
 
Mia

Mia smiled, and extended her hand to Pammie. Being a small town girl at heart she still had her manners,
"Its a pleasure to meet you, Pammie." She replied warmly,"I don't know what trailer I'm going to be in yet, maybe Wes knows?" She glanced at the director and smiled again.
 
Pammie Andrews

Pammie shook the lovely woman's hand just as warmly and grinned at her, with a wink and nod towards Wes she said in a fake stage whisper. "Actually, he's usually so into plotting and stuff he doesn't know which trailer HE'S in!"

Pammie giggled and jotted down another note to herself. "Don't worry about it, Miss, I'll take care of it. Your script and the shooting schedule will be on the desk when you get there."

"If you don't need anything else?" She looked towards them both as she scooped up all her varied copies. "Then I'll just scoot a long and do my job." With a backwards wave and a bounce in her step that made her pony tail swing she set off with the purposeful air of a person who knew her way around a backstage lot.
 
Wes Carpenter:

"Come into my office if you will, Mia?" Wes asked as he waved cheerfully back at Pammie. "Heh, I've been trying to get her to take on a bit part..."
 
Ana grinned and ignored Tom's remark, she glanced at the waitor, "Nothing for me, I had a late breakfast." She squeezed Tom's hand and then sat back in her chair. "I was thinking of heading over to the studio this afternoon to give the script a look over. What are your plans for the day?"

"Hmm, no telling what David has me doing." He said and gestured to his agent, "But I am sure we will see each other again before the day is through."

She nodded in agreement, "I am glad to be working with you Tom, it's been a along awaited goal." Her eyes glittered with excitment and she grinned, "I hope the script is as good as I was told it'd be, there's nothing like a perfect Horror Story."

He smirked, "No there is nothing like a perfect Horror story."

She winked and stretched in her seat, "Hmm I may need a nap, I have been running all day, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I think it's time I got back home and rest before going to the Studio." She stood and stepped around the side of the table towards Tom as he stood, taking his hands she leans forward and lightly kisses his cheek. "Till we meet again." She grinned and then turning she walked away from them, her hips swaying to draw more attention to herself. Once at the door she glances back and smiles then disappears out onto the street.
 
Mia

She smiled and followed Wes towards his office pacing him step for step.

"Heh, I've been trying to get her to take on a bit part..."

Mia nodded,"I think she'd be fun to work with, any particular reason why she doesn't want the part?"
 
Tommy:

Standing there, with a look that said "I want that girl..." Written on his face, Tommy could only watch her as she sauntered out of the restaurant. He shook his head then, realizing David was watching him, and his reaction. "Oh shit... He'll make me do something bad to her for this..." He thought as he tried to act as though he could care less about that woman. "Lets go David, I know you have other plans for me today, lets just get them over with..." He said as he took a few steps toward the front exit.

Wes Carpenter:

"Oh, her mother believes us to be immoral creatures, the real world equivalent of vampires I'd suspect. She made her daughter promise never to be on screen, I believe..." Wes sat down behind his desk and looked up at Mia as he steepled his finger tips in front of him. "If you stay around long enough today, you might get to meet Tommy Yeager and Ana Stravinski."
 
David watched as the woman left, holding the attention of nearly every man that caught her eye. A gentle sway as she stepped out of the room.
He caught Tommy in a bit of a stare, longer than just a simple attractive stare would last.
A vicious smile traced the corner of his lips, and he wrote something down.
"Come on then, the limo's waiting."
Outside, he opened the door for Tommy, getting in himself. The lunch, unbrought and unpaid for, would have to wait for another time.
Clicking on his cell phone, he called Wes' office.
"Pick up Pam," he said as the phone began to ring...
 
Ana looked over parts of the script and tilted her head to the side in deep thought, a smile curling her full lips every once in a while. Then suddenly her jaw dropped open and she glanced around quickly, stuttering out loud she shook her head and then frowned. “NO!” She gasped and leaned forward, stress crossing her features.

“Problem?” a voice spoke up behind her.

“Yeah, it seems I have a semi nude love scene…when in the hell was this written in?” She blurted out, her pale face flushing. “Gah, I need to talk to Wes!” She sighed and pouted, covering her eyes with her hands.
 
Mia

"Oh, her mother believes us to be immoral creatures, the real world equivalent of vampires I'd suspect. She made her daughter promise never to be on screen, I believe..."

Mia couldn't help but chuckle softly, "I can understand her viewpoint to an extent," she mused," I've often wondered about some people in this business..."

She cleared her throat.

"If you stay around long enough today, you might get to meet Tommy Yeager and Ana Stravinski."

Her eyes widened. Ana had been one of her idols ever since she'd seen her in a movie a couple of years ago. And Tommy.....he was an amazing actor. She couldn't help but smirk thinking back to a high school fantasy she'd once had...

She put her eyes back into her head and smiled, "That would be wonderful Wes. You have no idea how excited and honored I am to be able to work with the three of you, you'll make an amazing team no doubt."
 
Tommy Yeager:

The next stop was Wes's office, David and Tom got out and walked casually through the movie lot, Tommy signed the occasional autograph cheerfully as they went. Finally, they walked right past the front desk, and back to Wes's office. "Hey there Wes, you old bastard, we're back!" Tom called out as he stepped in, looking from Wes, over to the woman seated before him. "Oh, excuse me, I'm very sorry Wes, I didn't know you were meeting with such... A lovely little morsel..." Tommy said, a roguish smirk playing across his lips ad he gave Mia a good hard look.
 
Pammie Andrews

Pammie started down the list of scripts to be delivered and the trailers they should be take to. The actors shouldn't have settled in yet, so no one should be screaming bloody murder over her being in "their space".

She started getting werided out about the third stop, like someone was watching her or something. But holding very still all she could hear was some gaffers hanging lights on one of the outdoor sets, so she shrugged and moved on.

At the fourth trailer, while inside and putting the script on the counter, the door swung closed, giveing her a jump. Heart pounding she rushed over to it and opened it quickly. No one.

Just a breeze or maybe the trailer wasn't setting straight.

At the fifth trailer she kept an eye on the door and thought she saw a shadow cross the crack between the door and the frame and quickly poked her head out. No one. She bit her lip and gave a shudder. What her mother would call "a goose walking over your grave."

From for the rest of her deliveries she opened the door and set them on the inner step. Foolish? Maybe. But it made her feel safer being on the outside.
 
Mia

She blushed, biting her lower lip.
She rose from her seat and extended her hand, "its a pleasure to meet you Mr. Yeager, I'm a huge fan of your work." She winked.
 
Tommy Yeager:

Tommy brought Mia's offered hand up to his lips and kissed lightly, then looked up with a smile. "Pleased to meet you Miss...?"
 
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