Post by suse on Dec 9, 2009 11:40:36 GMT
Well I have started another James/Eloise fic. I have a vague plan but I can already see myself getting totally confused by about the 5th chapter. I of course had to keep the Sal character, but now she is called Mille, I thought giving her the same name was a bit dodgy.
Anyway a completely different take on 'Jamel' that I hope you will vaguely enjoy.
Oh and I am determined in this fic to keep the chapters a bit shorter but this first one is the longest I have ever written I think...typical
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DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!
He sat outside in his car for ages, trying to summon the courage to go inside. The last words he said to her echoed in his ears and he couldn’t leave things as they were. He couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. He had to tell her. He had to tell her he loved her…tonight….
Two and a half years earlier…
Eloise pulled up in a loading zone out the front of a small convenience store and she raced inside. Of all days to run out of cigarettes… this wasn’t the day to be going cold turkey.
She had been so organized…she had her audition script memorised, her outfit to suit the role sorted, she had even filled the car with petrol…just in case, but she obviously didn’t realize how many cigarettes she went through trying to get her other tasks accomplished.
She was dismayed to find a long line up at the counter which made her even more irritable.
This is the most inconvenient convenience store I have ever seen, she thought to herself, no parking and crap service.
It’s not like she was going to be late. It was just under an hour until the audition but she liked to be punctual. In fact she was beyond punctual. If anyone was going to make a complaint about her it’s that she was always too early.
She finally reached the counter and the long haired 16 year old disgruntled shop assistant greeted her with the usual ‘Are you right?’
She hated that…if I was would I be standing here waving my money at you, she always thought.
When Mr Happy finally found the cigarettes she wanted she grabbed them and turned to make a bee-line for her illegally parked car, but she ran smack into the guy standing behind her. He was in running clothes and was buying a bottle of Gatorade.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” she apologised, but he merely shook his head at her, and when he looked at the packet of cigarettes in her hand she swore he had a look of distaste on his face.
He pushed passed her to the counter and she was quite shocked someone could be so rude. She walked to her car, stewing about what had just happened. Rudeness and arrogance were 2 qualities she hated and she decided that this jerk wasn’t getting away with it.
She leaned against her car and waited for him to walk out.
“Excuse me!” she called out getting his attention immediately, “I did apologise you know. I didn’t see you there.”
“Yes I heard you,” he said annoyed. He didn’t have time for this. He needed to get home to clean himself up.
“Well what was with the look,” she said accusingly.
“What look?” he asked dumbfounded.
“You know what look and I didn’t appreciate it. How about next time someone apologises you show a bit of grace and courtesy,” she snapped.
“Well how about you watch where you are going and keep your opinions to yourself,” he retorted before turning and jogging off down the street.
She stood there fuming. She stormed around to the driver’s side, got in and slammed the door. This wasn’t a good start. Her phone rang then and she was relieved to see it was her flatmate, Millie.
“Hey, just rang to wish you luck. How are you feeling?” she enquired over the hustle and bustle of the traffic noise.
“Pissed off actually. I just had an altercation with this weird guy. He was so rude,” she complained.
“Oh really! Was he cute,” she asked cheekily.
Eloise rolled her eyes…she knew that would be her first concern.
“I didn’t bother to look hard enough…anyway he had been running so he was all sweaty and smelly…but I guess he had a good body…but that’s beside the point.”
“Sounds like the beginnings of something special,” Millie teased.
“Are you finished? I have to get going. I don’t want to be late,” Eloise said with an irritated tone.
“Yes I am sure it will take you at least half an hour to drive a few km’s down the road. I want to hear everything tonight.”
Five minutes later she found herself in the car park…45 minutes early. After she puffed on a cigarette, sucked on a mint, and sprayed herself with perfume, she thought she may as well go in…to make a good impression and all that.
The receptionist showed her into an empty room. It was hardly a theatre like she had experienced many an audition in before, but a small airy space that had a small stage area and about 20 seats surrounding it. It all looked very casual and she immediately felt at ease.
Shortly after, a middle aged woman with an air of style and grace entered, along with a tall, friendly faced man and they introduced themselves as Susan Bower and Pete Mctighe. Eloise had spoken to Susan already on the phone. She had called her a few weeks earlier and asked her if she would be interested in auditioning for a character on Neighbours as a part of their revamp attempt.
“I am so thrilled that you could come in,” Susan said to her excitedly, “we are just waiting on someone else who I would like you to read with. He should be here any minute. Please just relax and we will be back soon.”
They left her alone in the room as the clock ticked towards and then passed 5 O’clock when the audition was supposed to be.
Finally she heard voices approaching and the door opened. She let out a small sigh of relief as she began to think they had forgotten her. She was happy to avoid having to go snooping around the halls searching for signs of life.
However when she saw who walked in her heart stopped for a second and her jaw hit the floor.
It was HIM!
The rude, arrogant jerk from the shop.
She quickly spun around and put her hand up to her face, like it would make her invisible and he wouldn’t notice her.
She couldn’t believe it. Of all people…him!
What have I done to deserve this, she asked herself, I’m a good person…I donate blood and everything…it must be punishment for parking in that loading zone.
“Hello,” she heard him say as he walked further into the room.
“Hi!” she said quickly not looking around. She prayed for a miracle and hoped the floor would open up and swallow her…but no such luck.
Before she knew it he was standing in front of her and the only thing she could do was look up at him.
She watched as his pleasant smile turned into a shocked gawk.
He couldn’t believe it. Of all people…her!
“You!” he said stunned.
This riled her up immediately, and she knew she had to come up with a good comeback and fast.
“Well I see you have been working on your manners since we last spoke,” she replied drolly.
This riled him up immediately. He knew he had to come up with a good comeback and fast.
“And I see your still dishing out unwanted opinions,” he replied quickly, pleased with himself.
Dam, now I have to come up with another one, she thought.
“Well they may be unwanted, but they are certainly needed,” she said tersely, proud of her effort under pressure.
He looked at her and shook his head.
Huh…that shut you up, she thought, but she congratulated herself prematurely.
“Why are you here anyway? Did you get lost?” he said unpleasantly.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I am here for a reading. More to the point what are you doing here? Are you the cleaner?” she retorted.
“Well not that it’s any of your business, but I am here for a reading too,” he replied beginning to raise his voice.
“Well it had better not be with me,” she shot back as she stood up to face him and looked him dead in the eye.
“Oh I’ll make sure it’s not. I mean you hardly look like an actress,” he said icily as he matched her evil stare.
“What do you mean by that?” she said gaping at him.
“You just don’t look like the type that’s all,” he answered.
“Why? Because I’m not a blonde bimbo with boobs falling out all over the place. Isn‘t that a typical male opinion,” she huffed.
“That’s not what I meant at all,” he said incredulously, “I mean what TV experience do you have?” he asked.
“Plenty,” she hissed.
“Well come on...name something,” he challenged.
“Silversun,” she said hoitily folding her arms, “and what about you. What TV greatness is on your resume?”
“Blue Water High,” he replied arrogantly, “and yes I do recall you now. I think I watched it once when I was really sick and I couldn’t be bothered changing the channel. You had straight hair in it didn’t you. It really does look much more presentable straight,” he mocked, pretending to study her hair.
How dare he comment about my appearance, she fumed, but she refused to be outdone.
“I think I saw Blue Water High once too. I was flicking between that and lawn bowls. I settled on the lawn bowls, which seemed much more entertaining, but yes I do recall seeing you. I didn’t recognise you with your shirt on, and trust me…you look better clothed,” she retorted.
The whole time they were trading insults they inched towards each other until they were merely inches apart.
Unbeknownst to them Susan, Pete, and another casting staff member were standing at the door watching the entire scene unfold before them.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Pete said quietly to Susan.
“Uh-huh! Raw chemistry…this is going to be better than I imagined,” she said smiling up at him, “I don’t think we will bother with the reading do you? We have already seen what great actors they are from their previous work. I want them.”
They walked towards them, interrupting him before he could unleash his next insult. He was annoyed, as he had a really good one and he hoped another opportunity would arise for him to use it in the future. He filed it away in the back of his mind for safe keeping.
“So you two have met I see,” Susan said as she approached them.
‘Unfortunately,” Eloise muttered under her breath, as she took a step back, not realizing until then just how close their bodies had become.
He heard her, but chose to ignore it.
“Not formally no,” he gushed at Susan as he went and shook all their hands.
Oh great! He’s an arse kisser too, Eloise thought to herself.
“Oh well allow me,” Susan said excitedly, “Eloise Mignon...meet James Sorensen, or more importantly… Bridget Parker…meet…Declan Napier.”
Tbc…
DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!
Anyway a completely different take on 'Jamel' that I hope you will vaguely enjoy.
Oh and I am determined in this fic to keep the chapters a bit shorter but this first one is the longest I have ever written I think...typical
.DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!
He sat outside in his car for ages, trying to summon the courage to go inside. The last words he said to her echoed in his ears and he couldn’t leave things as they were. He couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. He had to tell her. He had to tell her he loved her…tonight….
Two and a half years earlier…
Eloise pulled up in a loading zone out the front of a small convenience store and she raced inside. Of all days to run out of cigarettes… this wasn’t the day to be going cold turkey.
She had been so organized…she had her audition script memorised, her outfit to suit the role sorted, she had even filled the car with petrol…just in case, but she obviously didn’t realize how many cigarettes she went through trying to get her other tasks accomplished.
She was dismayed to find a long line up at the counter which made her even more irritable.
This is the most inconvenient convenience store I have ever seen, she thought to herself, no parking and crap service.
It’s not like she was going to be late. It was just under an hour until the audition but she liked to be punctual. In fact she was beyond punctual. If anyone was going to make a complaint about her it’s that she was always too early.
She finally reached the counter and the long haired 16 year old disgruntled shop assistant greeted her with the usual ‘Are you right?’
She hated that…if I was would I be standing here waving my money at you, she always thought.
When Mr Happy finally found the cigarettes she wanted she grabbed them and turned to make a bee-line for her illegally parked car, but she ran smack into the guy standing behind her. He was in running clothes and was buying a bottle of Gatorade.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” she apologised, but he merely shook his head at her, and when he looked at the packet of cigarettes in her hand she swore he had a look of distaste on his face.
He pushed passed her to the counter and she was quite shocked someone could be so rude. She walked to her car, stewing about what had just happened. Rudeness and arrogance were 2 qualities she hated and she decided that this jerk wasn’t getting away with it.
She leaned against her car and waited for him to walk out.
“Excuse me!” she called out getting his attention immediately, “I did apologise you know. I didn’t see you there.”
“Yes I heard you,” he said annoyed. He didn’t have time for this. He needed to get home to clean himself up.
“Well what was with the look,” she said accusingly.
“What look?” he asked dumbfounded.
“You know what look and I didn’t appreciate it. How about next time someone apologises you show a bit of grace and courtesy,” she snapped.
“Well how about you watch where you are going and keep your opinions to yourself,” he retorted before turning and jogging off down the street.
She stood there fuming. She stormed around to the driver’s side, got in and slammed the door. This wasn’t a good start. Her phone rang then and she was relieved to see it was her flatmate, Millie.
“Hey, just rang to wish you luck. How are you feeling?” she enquired over the hustle and bustle of the traffic noise.
“Pissed off actually. I just had an altercation with this weird guy. He was so rude,” she complained.
“Oh really! Was he cute,” she asked cheekily.
Eloise rolled her eyes…she knew that would be her first concern.
“I didn’t bother to look hard enough…anyway he had been running so he was all sweaty and smelly…but I guess he had a good body…but that’s beside the point.”
“Sounds like the beginnings of something special,” Millie teased.
“Are you finished? I have to get going. I don’t want to be late,” Eloise said with an irritated tone.
“Yes I am sure it will take you at least half an hour to drive a few km’s down the road. I want to hear everything tonight.”
Five minutes later she found herself in the car park…45 minutes early. After she puffed on a cigarette, sucked on a mint, and sprayed herself with perfume, she thought she may as well go in…to make a good impression and all that.
The receptionist showed her into an empty room. It was hardly a theatre like she had experienced many an audition in before, but a small airy space that had a small stage area and about 20 seats surrounding it. It all looked very casual and she immediately felt at ease.
Shortly after, a middle aged woman with an air of style and grace entered, along with a tall, friendly faced man and they introduced themselves as Susan Bower and Pete Mctighe. Eloise had spoken to Susan already on the phone. She had called her a few weeks earlier and asked her if she would be interested in auditioning for a character on Neighbours as a part of their revamp attempt.
“I am so thrilled that you could come in,” Susan said to her excitedly, “we are just waiting on someone else who I would like you to read with. He should be here any minute. Please just relax and we will be back soon.”
They left her alone in the room as the clock ticked towards and then passed 5 O’clock when the audition was supposed to be.
Finally she heard voices approaching and the door opened. She let out a small sigh of relief as she began to think they had forgotten her. She was happy to avoid having to go snooping around the halls searching for signs of life.
However when she saw who walked in her heart stopped for a second and her jaw hit the floor.
It was HIM!
The rude, arrogant jerk from the shop.
She quickly spun around and put her hand up to her face, like it would make her invisible and he wouldn’t notice her.
She couldn’t believe it. Of all people…him!
What have I done to deserve this, she asked herself, I’m a good person…I donate blood and everything…it must be punishment for parking in that loading zone.
“Hello,” she heard him say as he walked further into the room.
“Hi!” she said quickly not looking around. She prayed for a miracle and hoped the floor would open up and swallow her…but no such luck.
Before she knew it he was standing in front of her and the only thing she could do was look up at him.
She watched as his pleasant smile turned into a shocked gawk.
He couldn’t believe it. Of all people…her!
“You!” he said stunned.
This riled her up immediately, and she knew she had to come up with a good comeback and fast.
“Well I see you have been working on your manners since we last spoke,” she replied drolly.
This riled him up immediately. He knew he had to come up with a good comeback and fast.
“And I see your still dishing out unwanted opinions,” he replied quickly, pleased with himself.
Dam, now I have to come up with another one, she thought.
“Well they may be unwanted, but they are certainly needed,” she said tersely, proud of her effort under pressure.
He looked at her and shook his head.
Huh…that shut you up, she thought, but she congratulated herself prematurely.
“Why are you here anyway? Did you get lost?” he said unpleasantly.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I am here for a reading. More to the point what are you doing here? Are you the cleaner?” she retorted.
“Well not that it’s any of your business, but I am here for a reading too,” he replied beginning to raise his voice.
“Well it had better not be with me,” she shot back as she stood up to face him and looked him dead in the eye.
“Oh I’ll make sure it’s not. I mean you hardly look like an actress,” he said icily as he matched her evil stare.
“What do you mean by that?” she said gaping at him.
“You just don’t look like the type that’s all,” he answered.
“Why? Because I’m not a blonde bimbo with boobs falling out all over the place. Isn‘t that a typical male opinion,” she huffed.
“That’s not what I meant at all,” he said incredulously, “I mean what TV experience do you have?” he asked.
“Plenty,” she hissed.
“Well come on...name something,” he challenged.
“Silversun,” she said hoitily folding her arms, “and what about you. What TV greatness is on your resume?”
“Blue Water High,” he replied arrogantly, “and yes I do recall you now. I think I watched it once when I was really sick and I couldn’t be bothered changing the channel. You had straight hair in it didn’t you. It really does look much more presentable straight,” he mocked, pretending to study her hair.
How dare he comment about my appearance, she fumed, but she refused to be outdone.
“I think I saw Blue Water High once too. I was flicking between that and lawn bowls. I settled on the lawn bowls, which seemed much more entertaining, but yes I do recall seeing you. I didn’t recognise you with your shirt on, and trust me…you look better clothed,” she retorted.
The whole time they were trading insults they inched towards each other until they were merely inches apart.
Unbeknownst to them Susan, Pete, and another casting staff member were standing at the door watching the entire scene unfold before them.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Pete said quietly to Susan.
“Uh-huh! Raw chemistry…this is going to be better than I imagined,” she said smiling up at him, “I don’t think we will bother with the reading do you? We have already seen what great actors they are from their previous work. I want them.”
They walked towards them, interrupting him before he could unleash his next insult. He was annoyed, as he had a really good one and he hoped another opportunity would arise for him to use it in the future. He filed it away in the back of his mind for safe keeping.
“So you two have met I see,” Susan said as she approached them.
‘Unfortunately,” Eloise muttered under her breath, as she took a step back, not realizing until then just how close their bodies had become.
He heard her, but chose to ignore it.
“Not formally no,” he gushed at Susan as he went and shook all their hands.
Oh great! He’s an arse kisser too, Eloise thought to herself.
“Oh well allow me,” Susan said excitedly, “Eloise Mignon...meet James Sorensen, or more importantly… Bridget Parker…meet…Declan Napier.”
Tbc…
DISCLAIMER - This story is fictional and in no way reflects the actions or day to day activites of the characters involved. In other words..ITS MADE UP!
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