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Post by meg on Mar 22, 2012 11:35:13 GMT -6
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to put up a fight  OUTFIT: Here, but with shoes TAGGED: flynn/becca --- MEG STANWOOD LIFTED HER HANDS TO HER EARS, FEELING THE earrings through her piercing and feeding them through to where she could place the stopper on the end. The gold stood out nicely against her black hair. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Tilting her head down slightly to watch herself move slightly from side to side, making sure everything was alright. It was hard for her to see anything but mediocre in herself lately. She was happy to see that the bruise on her upper thigh was in fact covered by the dress. The bruise came from the night before with her agent Keith Stelz. Keith was an elite agent. He had managed many stars and was considered the best. He was an older guy. In his late forties, incredibly wealthy and he was going to retire before Meg came along and convinced him to take her on. I mean, believe me, she begged him, she really wanted him to be take her on as a client. She had pushed and pushed until finally he agreed. In fact, it was only because of him she got such a great role on a great show. She was a tv star, he would help her eventually break into movies and then, everything was happening for her. She was going to be a massive star and everyone would love her and she could fix things with her brothers. If Keith ever let her go she could get married, have a kid or two. Have a family, but for now, for a family to be possible, she need Keith to help her get there. She wasn't much with out him, she knew that. She wasn't a fool. She was a good actress but people in Hollywood don't go far without people like Keith and their connections. She was in control of her career by keeping him with her, that was her choice. A choice she accepted and accepted the consequences of.
And that was what she told herself to pretend she wasn't as scared as she was. Keith Stelz, super agent to stars, was using Meg for a whole lot more than his contract legally allowed. He had blackmailed her into having sex with him a couple times, luckily it was not that often because he was not gentle, hence the bruises, and put into place a set of rules for her too follow that basically contributed him to controlling her life. She had tried to leave him but he threatened her and he has some friends in low places he could easily get to hurt her, or her brother. She was trapped. So for now, she told herself it was her decision to take the bad in order to gain an upper hand with her career, and that she was in control of herself. If she didn't tell herself that, it would be too hard for her to be able to go out of the house with a constant smile for the paparazzi. It was how she went to these sort of events. Tonight was a charity ball for celebrities. You know the type, a bunch of rich people and their friends get together in fancy clothes and line up to meet a couple famous people and end up donating a couple hundred to the charity of the evening even though they spent more on the venue, catering, the band, the clothes, the press coverage and decorations, than what the spend actually donating to the given cause? Those events, those stuffy events that kill your soul bit by bit. But hey, Keith Stelz wanted her to go, so she figured she would, plus Keith was allowing her to go to a much quieter conference for MSF, or what American's know as Doctors Without Boarders. At least when she gave them her money, she knew it was actually going to medical equipment and medicine to help people who could not be helped otherwise, and not to pay the lobbyists who got their pictures taken, shaking her hand.
Meg turned around and walked over to her bed, sitting down on the edge pulling on her heels that matched the red of her dress before grabbing her black cardigan and her clutch and walking towards the door. She forced a smile as she walked up to Keith who put a hand at the small of her back as she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Keith put his hands on her shoulders and looked her up and down with a pensive look, making sure she looked presentable in his opinion. He pushed on her shoulders to make her turn around so he could see her at all the angles and finally he turned her around to face him and let go of her shoulders, "It'll do. lets go." He said coldly gesturing towards the exit, he patted her ass to get her to move a bit faster. Meg rolled her eyes as she walked just slightly ahead of him. It was going to be a long night she could just feel it. And as she got into stretch car she once again found herself wondering about her brother. She had been thinking about him a lot since she got back. He seemed so determined not to talk to her, not to see her, it was like he never wanted to fix things between them and to tell you the truth, that hurt Meg more than anything her agent could do to her.
Meg straightened out her clothes, best she could before stepping out of the car at the museum where the event was being held. She smiled her best as the camera's began flashing. She spent a good ten minutes posing with her agent and a few familiar faces who were arriving about the same time. She waved before finally being guided inside. The place did look beautiful but she still could not stop her mind from making incredibly snarky comments about how fake the whole 'charity" aspect of the event was. She shook some more hands, met some more people, presented some prepared lines she had been given and gave out fake smiles everywhere. After being there for about an hour and feeling a bit claustrophobic, Meg excused herself from the couple she was speaking to. She looked around and saw Keith schmoozing it up with some investors and took her chance. She made her way up to the second floor of the museum which remained dark. If you have ever been to a party you were obligated to go to as opposed to wanting to go to, you know that feeling when you sneak away and can here the volume of said party just fade into the distance a bit. Even if you're still there but just out of the spotlight of the group and it feels so relaxing and relieving. It had to be one of the best feelings in the world, it was lovely.
Meg let her eyes scan the second floor of the museum, eyeing some of the exhibits, before she noticed a balcony that would overlook the courtyard down below. She walked over to it, wondering if it would be locked. A smile formed on her face as the door allowed itself to open and she was permitted to walk out into the fresh air. She looked up at the sky which was now speckled with stars when she noticed another person up on the balcony looking down at the few stragglers from the party below. He looked familiar-- of course. Meg laughed quietly to herself and shook her head a bit, "You know," She spoke as she walked further out onto the balcony, "We're going to have to stop meeting like this."
I'm living for giving
the devil his due |
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Post by flynn nolan rooney on May 5, 2012 11:36:44 GMT -6
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---HE HAD A REAL KNACK FOR MESSING THINGS UP. it'd been that way since he was a kid, really, and no matter how hard he had tried he couldn't change the habit. when he was younger he was always the one spoiling his brothers' plans, and not on purpose by any means. they would pull friendly pranks on the neighbors or others around the area they lived, and flynn was always the one who would be the wink link and allow them to get caught in the first place. he was a bad liar, or at least he had been. when his mother pulled them aside to ask if they'd done it, she always had known to look at flynn, because for one, he wouldn't make eye contact with her. that, and he would fumble over his words and never know the right thing to say. he could never remember the story they had all come up with in order to get away with it, the alibi was always a little bit hazy. he would get nervous, look at his brothers for help, and find himself drowning in honesty. it seemed like he always got double the punishment thoguh, because not only would he get in trouble with his parents, but his brothers weren't so kind as to forget about his innocent betrayal and punish him on their own time. but what was a little hazing amongst brothers? and so flynn had gradually gotten better at proving his dishonesty, much to his dear mother's disdain, and soon enough he was no longer the weakest link. his mum couldn't look directly at him and know anymore, she couldn't even get a hint out of him. he was so cool and collected, completely tranquil and seeping with serenity as she interrogated them. he became the best liar ut of them all, and at one point even found himself to be saving their asses when they fumbled over a word or two. lying became a part of his everyday life, especially when he'd become a dancer and then met carly. he lied all the time, and it had gotten so thick and intricate that there was no way to turn back and change it around. he had been stuck in the lies for a long time.
until now, and he was still screwing things up for the people he cared about.
how was it that he worked for years to make up for a weakness that had taken advantage of him as a child, only to end up with another weakness that was tearing apart everything he still held dear to him? it was like an infection, the lying. it was second nature. he was plagued by it, and now it was finally catching up with him. he loved his family, god did he loved them, and now that they were dead this seemed almost blasphemous to say, but they corrupted him. in the real world, honesty was a cherished attribute, something people sought out in companions and friends and coworkers. they wanted somebody to be trustworthy and genuine, and yet here flynn was, completely the opposite after working so hard to drive that little piece of him away. perks of growing up in a criminally active family, he guessed. but within his family, dishonesty had been the norm. he was required to love those around him, and that was it. he was required to be truthful to his family, and that was it. he'd become so accustomed to the stories and faux feelings that when it had come down to it, he had completely lost all sense of his ability to have a relationship with another human being. he and carly had been close, yes. but she had been much more honest with him, times a million. he knew everything about her, her love life, her daughter, her past. she'd been so open and trusting with him, and yet he was there, staring right at her and lying to her face every time he left for home, or about his past, his family. she virtually knew nothing about him other than who he really was. he was more himself with carly than anybody in the world, and yet he was so hidden and deceitful about who he was. it sounded like they were in a relationship, married, but in a way it was similar. they spent a lot of time together, and on tours they lived together, shopped together. the tabloids had various speculations about his connection to carly, anything from that they were dating to him being gay. he really didn't care what the outside world thought though, because he and carly were family. they really were. he loved her like he loved his own blood, she was the sister he'd never had and always wanted. but he screwed things up. it was what he did. and caroline sutton was no exception.
he'd only shown up at this party in hopes that carly would have been here too, but she probably had expected he'd go looking for her and decided to go awol. it was some dumb charity event that he had little to no interest participating in. upon arrival he strolled down the isle, hand jammed into his pockets as he posed with a few familiar female faces, all of them asking questions as he proceeded to enter the museum. "come on, rooney," one of the blonde actresses grinned at him, pulling his hand towards the bar. flynn was hardly paying attention to her, looking around for the familiar dark hair and eyes. she didn't seemed to be around, though. blondie kept interrogating him about what he'd been up to since their last "meeting." "ya know, love, the usual," he retorted without interest, hardly looking at her. she was familiar, and he thought her name was ashley or something, but he couldn't quite remember, then again, he didn't really care to remember. he probably slept with her though. oh well. obviously she was taking the hint, "hey, get him a shot, please?" the girl, ashley, called to the bartender. she then turned her attention towards flynn, "look, flynn, loosen up a bit, and when you're feeling a little more... charitable," she drew out the word with a punny insinuation, "come find me," she winked and pecked him on the cheek before scurrying off to find somebody in a more "charitable" mood, he guessed. the bartender had pulled out a bottle of vodka, and was proceeding to pour the invisible liquid into a glass before flynn grabbed the bottle by the neck and stood up, "i'll take this off your hands," flynn stood up, throwing a few twenties at the guy before sauntering away, rolling his eyes when he heard somebody calling his name. he slid past the throngs of people and into the darkness of the stairwell leading to the second floor. he was much too familiar with this museum. the last time he'd been there he had been slightly drunk as well, or at least extremely hung over and slightly drunk. that was when he'd met the fiery irina, and they'd spent the afternoon running and hiding through the museum because little miss badass managed to piss of a guard. the memory made him smile in the darkness before he took another swig of the bottle and proceeded up the stairs. he wandered around the shadowy exhibits for a bit before finding his way out to the balcony. perfection.
the man stood out there, leaning over the railing and watching the people converse below, cheerfully pecking each other on the cheek with false smiles and pretending to care about each other's lives. it was all so mundane and pointless, and it made him a little sick to his stomach. for a second he wished irina had been there. her snotty sarcasm would have proved not only useful, but refreshingly amusing in this situation. he never thought he would have hoped to see that girl again. she was a pain, but she was funny, and heck, he even liked her. his nostalgia was interrupted by a familiar voice coupled with laughter. he took another sip out of the bottle before turning around and leaning back against the bar, "well, well, well," he grinned, raising a brow at the sight of her. meg stanwood, tv sar extraordinaire. he hadn't seen her in a while, and somehow they always met while trying to flee the party scene, "running away again, are we?" he retorted jokingly. difference between meg and blondie downstairs? he hadn't slept with meg, and that made her slightly more interesting. well, that and she had a spitefire in her as well. "how've ya been, eh?" he grinned, patting the bar next to him, inviting her to join the glorious fun of being an outcast.
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Post by meg on May 10, 2012 12:29:32 GMT -6
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to put up a fight OUTFIT: Here, but with shoes TAGGED: flynn/becca --- YOU KNOW, IT WAS KIND OF ENTERTAINING IN A WAY. To most of Meg's fans, Meg was considered independent and strong willed. Partially because of the fact that she played a villain on the show. Meg's character began in season one as a good guy and ended season one as the main villain. Season two was a blast to shoot and now they're filming their season three and her character's only become more of a bad ass. But Meg was hardly a bad ass. And while she did believe in a girl power and she knew that was sort of her public image, it was not true. She was a coward and she knew that. She knew she wasn't worth much away from her talent. It was one of the reasons she wanted to become a real star. She wanted to get into the movies, she wanted to walk the red carpet and the Oscars. She wanted to give a thank you speech. She had done some bad things to get where she was now starting with Dustin Harris. Dustin Harris was a teen idol, at his peak maybe five years ago before he hit his girlfriend and the world found out about it. Dustin had become... attracted to Meg, they began to "date" so he would help her get auditions through his contacts and he wasn't as alone as he felt. You know the strange part of it? She had actually began to like Dustin. She doubted it had anything to do with him though, more the fact that her birth family had rejected her when she confronted them, her brother was so furious with her, he wasn't speaking to her, all she saw was the future of stardom that she had decided in her head would solve everything. But she had no one. Dustin had no one. Out of loneliness, feelings grew.
Meg and Dustin were careful though. Meg had been clear she didn't want the start of her career to be tied to his connections. They managed to keep the relationship quiet. A few rumors here and there, they denied everything. And once Meg was finished beings and landed her new agent, they went their separate ways. And now her agent literally seemed to run every aspect of her life and yet here she was, letting him. She just needed to be better. She had somehow gotten it in her head that if she made it to the Oscars, if she made it off the silver screen and onto the golden screen, the Andersons, her birth family, they would recontact her. Who wouldn't want to be a part of a true stars life? I mean she understood why tv star wouldn't be enough, she got that clearly. It was a great accomplishment but really, tv land is meant to be a stepping stone for serious actors. TV stars don't go down in history as the greatest actors of all time, unless they make that jump into films like Dick Van Dike. But when here the names of the immortal, who are they? Grace Kelly, Jimmy Stewart, Danny Kaye, Gene Kelly, Laurence Olivier, Charles Chaplin, Max von Sydow, Al Pacino, Jack Lemmon, Robert Duvall, Katherine Hepburn, Humphrey Bogart, and the many more on Meg's list of favorites she could name but what do they all have in common? They're all MOVIE stars. TV Stars are popular only while they're show is popular. And if they can't get another show afterwards and quickly, they're forgotten for the next batch of TV Starletts. I mean a few years ago it was all about One Tree Hill but as that slowed it became about Gossip Girl and then that slowed and now it was all Vampire Diaries and Time of Dragons.
Eventually ToD was going to end and Meg needed to make that hard jump into film and finally, truly begin her road to cinematic stardom. Only then would everything be forgiven, she wouldn't need her agent and Derek would forgive her and she would have her family and be loved by millions and it would be perfect. Deluded? Maybe. But she had to believe in something. She had to have a dream for something. Her ambition was probably the most honest and fearless part of her. Everything else was insecure and scared. Meg was the popular one, Derek was the smarter one. Meg was the one who pretends to be confident, Derek's the one that IS confident. Derek loved his sister and used to cling to her to feel safe. Meg loved her brother and unknowingly had used his fear of separation to get her way, such as coming to the US. Meg admires Derek and his strength. Their birth parents might have let them go because they felt Derek was strange but Meg knew that Derek was worth more than she ever would, even if she became a star because all she had was her career and her ambition. She wanted to do stage productions too. And why not? Hugh Jackman was A-List after playing Wolverine but he still returned to broadway to play Peter Allen in Boy from Oz and he won a frickin' Tony for it. A play he did in between filming the X-Men movies. It was impressive and she could do it. Plus there was something about the live stage. she enjoyed the applause. Call it shallow or whatever but when you are standing on that stage and you just put your heart and soul into a performance, feeling the appreciation from the crowd is just... so satisfying. People like doing things they are good at, its natural. And if you love something, it's natural to love hearing that you are talented at it. And god she loved it. The lights, the costumes, the glamour, the adventure in it... What other job in the world do you get to be a pirate one day and a princess the next? What other career can you fly on the back of a dragon one month, and take down a government conspiracy the next? Oh right, there isn't one.
And not to worry, Meg was too smart to be an extreme methods actor. She always got frustrated when method acting was portrayed as something to aspire to when anyone who actually trained knew that it could be dangerous, in terms of psychological health. There was a methods actress who played the same role for so long on a sitcom she went insane and began thinking she was the character. Then, on the set of Marathon Man, Dustin Hoffman's character was supposed to have been up all day and being tortured, so to prepare, Dustin decided not to sleep for two days straight and run all night. In between some of the filming Laurence Olivier walked over to him and told him he looked horrible and asked what was wrong. After Dustin explained his preparation tactics, Laurence put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Dustin, there's a thing we do here to get the scene right without killing ourselves, it's called acting." Meg always smiled at that, primarily because she knew method acting led to come scary things and secondly because Laurence Olivier was a god. Just one of her many idols. Meg would get to that big screen soon enough. She could feel it in her bones, although hiding at publicity events probably wasn't the best idea. She smiled at the familiar face. She hadn't seen Flynn in awhile, he was a dancer. A good one. Meg was far from a dancer. "running away again, are we?" Meg laughed slightly and nodded with a small shrug as she walked closer to the edge of the balcony, "I prefer hiding, it's at least one notch less cowardly." She replied before looking down at the people below them. She turned her back to them and leaned against the bar next to Flynn, turning her head to the side to face him. "Oh you know, same old. but I did see you dance a month or so ago." Meg added with a nod, "It was impressive seeing as I can do some medieval folk dances and that's about it." She added jokingly, thinking of the ball scenes for ToD.
I'm living for giving
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