Disclaimer: None, go find a fic that has one. Or scroll back to a previous
chapter. This is basically a conflict that goes on at the set, between
Pheobe and me. This really didn't happened I just wanted to add spice to
the fic. I would like to thank EVERYONE who reviewed my fic. And the
Hiei/Kurama thing. Who knows? +sly grin+
Conflict
Pheobe and I are sitting in the directors trailers, while the guys are next door having a party with the sake Hiei brought, imported from the harbor. I have the humungous script in front of me and Pheobe is holding a pen in her hand, glaring at me with contempt.
Pheobe: You can't change the plot Karissa! We haven't even filmed a quarter of the movie yet, and you want it changed!
Me: YES! I want it changed before we do something wrong. This film is all ready starting to cause stress and I don't want to be responsible for more!
Pheobe: No! You just want to sleep with Yusuke! You want a change in characters.
Me: +jumps up from the table and resists the urge to slap her, knowing full well she could kick my ass+ FUCK NO! I want Yusuke to be happy! I want him to be all rabid over someone like I am.
Pheobe: And you're the last person I thought would live up to a code Karissa.
Me: Piss off bitch. +sulks+
Pheobe: Fuck off asshole.
Me: Kuwabara sucker.
Pheobe: +raises eyebrows+ At least I got something.
Me: +closes script book+ Yay?
Pheobe: +punches me in the face, and I go back staggering+
Me: +clutches cheek and walks out of the trailer crying my eyes out+ (I'm emotional that way.)
Pheobe: +crosses arms+ Baka.
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I sat down on the bench at the garden scene in the studio, applying makeup to the ugly bruise that resulted from being punched in the face. Sarcasm, I noted, was never to be used on Pheobe again. The backstage lights flickered on and I heard footsteps, so I fell into the shadows, cursing the bastard who was at the studio at such an hour. (Hypocrite.) I whimpered when I accidentally smacked my bruised cheek on one of the rose thorns that Kurama so delicately planted near the stage door. The lights came on at the front of the set, and I gazed at Hiei with piercing eyes.
Hiei: I heard someone out here.
Me: Yeah, it was me, I was just rearranging the garden setting. +moves to fix flowers+
Hiei: What's that? +he points to my face, and when I touch it, blood falls onto my fingertips+
Me: Nothing.
Hiei: Dumb ass. Did Pheobe punch you again?
Me: Yes. Quit using your jagan. It's quite unbecoming.
Hiei: Baka. It's for your own good. +his eyes search mine, and I find Hiei as a big bastard than before+ So. Yusuke likes me?
Me: +sheepish nod+
Hiei: Baka ningen. But let him have his fun. Change the script, see if -I- care. +walks off+
Me: Dumb ass. +mumbles and wipes the blood off her face+ He doesn't know what he pulled himself into.
Yusuke: +enters the set+ Hiei said you'd like to see me?
Me: I guess so. Sly bastard. Script is changed, I talked to Pheobe, you get to snog him in the end.
Yusuke: Arigatou Karissa! I have to thank Pheobe, where is she?
Me: +ponders+ Probably drinking sake in the trailer. +points to the door+
As Yusuke skips out the door, I begin to wonder if this would happen when I married. Mental Note: Kuwabara proposing is a niiiice thought.
Conflict
Pheobe and I are sitting in the directors trailers, while the guys are next door having a party with the sake Hiei brought, imported from the harbor. I have the humungous script in front of me and Pheobe is holding a pen in her hand, glaring at me with contempt.
Pheobe: You can't change the plot Karissa! We haven't even filmed a quarter of the movie yet, and you want it changed!
Me: YES! I want it changed before we do something wrong. This film is all ready starting to cause stress and I don't want to be responsible for more!
Pheobe: No! You just want to sleep with Yusuke! You want a change in characters.
Me: +jumps up from the table and resists the urge to slap her, knowing full well she could kick my ass+ FUCK NO! I want Yusuke to be happy! I want him to be all rabid over someone like I am.
Pheobe: And you're the last person I thought would live up to a code Karissa.
Me: Piss off bitch. +sulks+
Pheobe: Fuck off asshole.
Me: Kuwabara sucker.
Pheobe: +raises eyebrows+ At least I got something.
Me: +closes script book+ Yay?
Pheobe: +punches me in the face, and I go back staggering+
Me: +clutches cheek and walks out of the trailer crying my eyes out+ (I'm emotional that way.)
Pheobe: +crosses arms+ Baka.
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I sat down on the bench at the garden scene in the studio, applying makeup to the ugly bruise that resulted from being punched in the face. Sarcasm, I noted, was never to be used on Pheobe again. The backstage lights flickered on and I heard footsteps, so I fell into the shadows, cursing the bastard who was at the studio at such an hour. (Hypocrite.) I whimpered when I accidentally smacked my bruised cheek on one of the rose thorns that Kurama so delicately planted near the stage door. The lights came on at the front of the set, and I gazed at Hiei with piercing eyes.
Hiei: I heard someone out here.
Me: Yeah, it was me, I was just rearranging the garden setting. +moves to fix flowers+
Hiei: What's that? +he points to my face, and when I touch it, blood falls onto my fingertips+
Me: Nothing.
Hiei: Dumb ass. Did Pheobe punch you again?
Me: Yes. Quit using your jagan. It's quite unbecoming.
Hiei: Baka. It's for your own good. +his eyes search mine, and I find Hiei as a big bastard than before+ So. Yusuke likes me?
Me: +sheepish nod+
Hiei: Baka ningen. But let him have his fun. Change the script, see if -I- care. +walks off+
Me: Dumb ass. +mumbles and wipes the blood off her face+ He doesn't know what he pulled himself into.
Yusuke: +enters the set+ Hiei said you'd like to see me?
Me: I guess so. Sly bastard. Script is changed, I talked to Pheobe, you get to snog him in the end.
Yusuke: Arigatou Karissa! I have to thank Pheobe, where is she?
Me: +ponders+ Probably drinking sake in the trailer. +points to the door+
As Yusuke skips out the door, I begin to wonder if this would happen when I married. Mental Note: Kuwabara proposing is a niiiice thought.