"Look, Mr. Kloves -- may I call you Steve?"
The man nodded dumbly and blinked at the girl, who had busted in demanding that he rewrite a movie he'd worked months -- MONTHS -- on.
"How about Butch? Can I call you Butch?"
He blinked again. "No!" he exclaimed after a moment. "No you may not call me Butch!"
Jayde shuffled through her papers. "Weeelll...." she smiled and plopped the very, very large, very, very familiar stack of papers onto his desk. "The name fits. But that's beside the point."
"Oh?" he asked, gingerly picking up the stack of papers. There were glaring pink -- or was it magenta? He couldn't tell in the lit of his office -- marks all over. Pages upon pages of inserted scenes and dialog he could have sworn he'd read before.
"The point is," Jayde said, waving another paper in front of his face, "I've permission to hack this.. gem.." she made a face at the papers on the desk, then smiled brilliantly at Steve and continued. "and make it presentable. Of course, as it stands, this script -- if you dare call it that--"
"Hey!" Steve interjected. "This is a brilliant piece of work."
She smiled sirenly. "Did the yes-men at Warner tell you that, sweetie, or did the fans?"
He sniffed. "I've had loads of people -- including JK herself--"
Jayde waved the paper in front of him again. "No wonder this script is shit, you can't even read! Can you not see who gave me permission to tear the living shit out of this script?"
He read the signature at the bottom of the paper and his ears turned red. "JK herself..."
"Take a point for Hufflepuff, Mr. Kloves. Keep it up and you might win the house cup."
Sirena poked her head in the door. "J, luv... I'm gonna go get Siri. Am I correct in assuming you... ah... don't wish to attend?" a cheeky-though-almost-bashful look crossed her features.
"Nooooooooooooo," Jayde replied. "I'll just sit here and not have my brain fall out of my head, watching you two get up to it."
She grinned and giggled slightly. Looking in a bit further, she winked at Stephen. "Hey there, Stevey boy! Must dash!"
"Have a ball!" Jayde told her friend, waving her out of the room. She thought for a second. "Wait! Don't have one!"
"I'll have two, with a side of sausage!" she called back,laughing, as she made her way down the hall.
Steve groaned.
"Steve! Don't get horny!" Jayde scolded him. "Now, back to this piece of shit you call a script..."
Meanwhile, the redhead raced down the hallway of the big scary WB building and out the front door. The blur of black-streaked auburn was ushered into a limo as soon as she'd left the front door. "Airport, please!" she said, more than a little out of breath.
Without her counterpart to help her, Sirena was considerably less bouncy. As she was finally en route to meeting a href="http://www.crissangel.com/criss_angel_mindfreak/pic%20sets/Houdini%20Homage/pages/AF-Chains.htm"the new Sirius/a, she was rather on the nervous side, all things considered. She must have corrected her hair five hundred times in the mirrored ceiling of the limo before the driver announced their arrival. Taking several deep breaths, she walked with her head high and chest out to terminal 7A, where flight g08661 from New York was arriving.
She had to stand on her tip-toes, as being 5'2 was not exactly conducive to searching out a crowd... however, the crowd seemed to part, forming a path directly to...
"a href="http://www.crissangel.com/criss_angel_mindfreak/pic%20sets/Houdini%20Homage/pages/AF-Chains.htm"Mr. Angel/a, I presume?" she asked, her voice fighting a quaver.
He grinned and arched an eyebrow. "You must be Sirena."
In a swift, graceful movement, he took her left hand and kissed it.
Sirena's knees chose that moment to decide to malfunction, forcing Criss to find a rather creative method of bringing her back to the limosine and forcing us to bring the story back to Jayde for the sake of the rating.
While Sirena and Criss had a lovely romp in NC-17-land, Jayde was trying hard to sort out the mess of a script Kloves had written.
"No, listen to me!" she cried, stomping her feet and acting generally four. "You. Can't. Do. That!"
"They hate each other," Steve replied dumbly. "What else would I do with Harry and Draco?"
Jayde blinked and shook her head, clearing away the cobwebs. "...There's a lot two teenaged boys can do."
Steve made a face and groaned. "...that's disgusting."
"Homophobe." She smiled and patted him on the head. "I've got another meeting! Look over the script changes."
Steve sighed and picked up the hacked and quite pink script as Jayde flounced off the door and in the general direction of Tom Felton's trailer.
While Jayde frolicked on her way to what may or may not later become an NC-17 adventure, Sirena and Criss finally decided that it was ok to leave the limousine. But only long enough to get to the hotel bed, as staying without sex for too long is terribly, terribly dangerous and neither wanted to cause issue for the other's health.
When they finally decided that they'd had enough sex to keep themselves healthy for a good, solid ten minutes, they laid down comfortably together between the no-longer-crisp white sheets. "We have work to do," Sirena announced, albeit slightly muffled, as she was cuddled quite close to the new actor's chest.
"Do we?" he asked, lazily.
"Mhm," she groaned. "We have to go back to the set... erm... maybe tomorrow... and I have to kick Gary Oldman's ass and... ooh... grope YOUR ass... and you have to get all dirty and gross and narst-ay and play Sirius with a sexy British growl and..."
"A sexy British growl?" he asked, in what sounded quite like the voice of god to Sirena's ears. In actuality, it was the Sirius voice Criss Angel had been practicing.
Sirena blushed. "Perhaps not THAT sexy onset." Reluctantly, she peered up into his eyes with a weak smile. "We SHOULD go and get Jayde and show you to Alfonso and talk to Jo and all that..." Criss looked quite like this was the last thing on earth on his mind, as the current state of sexlessmess was beginning to affect his well-being. Sirena grinned as an idea popped into her head. "We can have more fun in the limousine..."
They were dressed (sort of) and ready to go in three minutes flat.
Sadly, Jayde's adventure to Tom Felton's trailer was cut short by running smack into Alfonso, who needed her in some conference room or another so they could talk to some big scary Warner Brother's executive about the new cast members and changes to the movie.
They just had to wait for Sirena.
"Where is our other little creative genius, anyways?" Jo asked Jayde from her seat on the other side of the long table.
"Um. She. Um. Wen the airport."
B. S. Mann looked interested. "Whatever for...?"
"Sex- er - Sirius, I mean."
Jo giggled like a schoolgirl. "She's found a new one then?"
Jayde nodded vehemently. "Oh, yeah. So much better than Gary Oldman. He had to get an accent trainer because he's a yank like us, but apparently it all worked out."
"That's good," B. S. said, nodding. "What do you think, Jo?"
"I think the girls are going to do a wonderful job."
Jayde smiled. "Thanks, Jo. We're trying, at least. Not much to work with. Your writer can't even bloody read."
B.S arched an eyebrow. "What?"
She giggled and blushed. "Well, he can read but not very well, you see. It's a long story and not a very funny one at that, so I'm going to just stop talking now and wonder about the health of the script I left with him."
"I'm sure Steve is doing a wonderful job-"
Jayde snorted. "Butch wouldn't know a wonderful job if it smacked him across the face with a salmon. His writing is deviod of any emotion save slapstick humour, subtle romance, and angst."
B.S shrugged. "Well, it is a story about thirteen year olds."
"I had a few more emotions than that when I was thirteen."
Alfonso, frighteningly enough, found himself nodding in agreement. "She's got a point, hombre. Kids are emotional little creatures."
"Gracias, Sr. Cuaron," Jayde said, and flashed him a quick smile.
Before they carried out another word, the door to the meeting room flew open and Sirena and Criss fell into the room.
The man nodded dumbly and blinked at the girl, who had busted in demanding that he rewrite a movie he'd worked months -- MONTHS -- on.
"How about Butch? Can I call you Butch?"
He blinked again. "No!" he exclaimed after a moment. "No you may not call me Butch!"
Jayde shuffled through her papers. "Weeelll...." she smiled and plopped the very, very large, very, very familiar stack of papers onto his desk. "The name fits. But that's beside the point."
"Oh?" he asked, gingerly picking up the stack of papers. There were glaring pink -- or was it magenta? He couldn't tell in the lit of his office -- marks all over. Pages upon pages of inserted scenes and dialog he could have sworn he'd read before.
"The point is," Jayde said, waving another paper in front of his face, "I've permission to hack this.. gem.." she made a face at the papers on the desk, then smiled brilliantly at Steve and continued. "and make it presentable. Of course, as it stands, this script -- if you dare call it that--"
"Hey!" Steve interjected. "This is a brilliant piece of work."
She smiled sirenly. "Did the yes-men at Warner tell you that, sweetie, or did the fans?"
He sniffed. "I've had loads of people -- including JK herself--"
Jayde waved the paper in front of him again. "No wonder this script is shit, you can't even read! Can you not see who gave me permission to tear the living shit out of this script?"
He read the signature at the bottom of the paper and his ears turned red. "JK herself..."
"Take a point for Hufflepuff, Mr. Kloves. Keep it up and you might win the house cup."
Sirena poked her head in the door. "J, luv... I'm gonna go get Siri. Am I correct in assuming you... ah... don't wish to attend?" a cheeky-though-almost-bashful look crossed her features.
"Nooooooooooooo," Jayde replied. "I'll just sit here and not have my brain fall out of my head, watching you two get up to it."
She grinned and giggled slightly. Looking in a bit further, she winked at Stephen. "Hey there, Stevey boy! Must dash!"
"Have a ball!" Jayde told her friend, waving her out of the room. She thought for a second. "Wait! Don't have one!"
"I'll have two, with a side of sausage!" she called back,laughing, as she made her way down the hall.
Steve groaned.
"Steve! Don't get horny!" Jayde scolded him. "Now, back to this piece of shit you call a script..."
Meanwhile, the redhead raced down the hallway of the big scary WB building and out the front door. The blur of black-streaked auburn was ushered into a limo as soon as she'd left the front door. "Airport, please!" she said, more than a little out of breath.
Without her counterpart to help her, Sirena was considerably less bouncy. As she was finally en route to meeting a href="http://www.crissangel.com/criss_angel_mindfreak/pic%20sets/Houdini%20Homage/pages/AF-Chains.htm"the new Sirius/a, she was rather on the nervous side, all things considered. She must have corrected her hair five hundred times in the mirrored ceiling of the limo before the driver announced their arrival. Taking several deep breaths, she walked with her head high and chest out to terminal 7A, where flight g08661 from New York was arriving.
She had to stand on her tip-toes, as being 5'2 was not exactly conducive to searching out a crowd... however, the crowd seemed to part, forming a path directly to...
"a href="http://www.crissangel.com/criss_angel_mindfreak/pic%20sets/Houdini%20Homage/pages/AF-Chains.htm"Mr. Angel/a, I presume?" she asked, her voice fighting a quaver.
He grinned and arched an eyebrow. "You must be Sirena."
In a swift, graceful movement, he took her left hand and kissed it.
Sirena's knees chose that moment to decide to malfunction, forcing Criss to find a rather creative method of bringing her back to the limosine and forcing us to bring the story back to Jayde for the sake of the rating.
While Sirena and Criss had a lovely romp in NC-17-land, Jayde was trying hard to sort out the mess of a script Kloves had written.
"No, listen to me!" she cried, stomping her feet and acting generally four. "You. Can't. Do. That!"
"They hate each other," Steve replied dumbly. "What else would I do with Harry and Draco?"
Jayde blinked and shook her head, clearing away the cobwebs. "...There's a lot two teenaged boys can do."
Steve made a face and groaned. "...that's disgusting."
"Homophobe." She smiled and patted him on the head. "I've got another meeting! Look over the script changes."
Steve sighed and picked up the hacked and quite pink script as Jayde flounced off the door and in the general direction of Tom Felton's trailer.
While Jayde frolicked on her way to what may or may not later become an NC-17 adventure, Sirena and Criss finally decided that it was ok to leave the limousine. But only long enough to get to the hotel bed, as staying without sex for too long is terribly, terribly dangerous and neither wanted to cause issue for the other's health.
When they finally decided that they'd had enough sex to keep themselves healthy for a good, solid ten minutes, they laid down comfortably together between the no-longer-crisp white sheets. "We have work to do," Sirena announced, albeit slightly muffled, as she was cuddled quite close to the new actor's chest.
"Do we?" he asked, lazily.
"Mhm," she groaned. "We have to go back to the set... erm... maybe tomorrow... and I have to kick Gary Oldman's ass and... ooh... grope YOUR ass... and you have to get all dirty and gross and narst-ay and play Sirius with a sexy British growl and..."
"A sexy British growl?" he asked, in what sounded quite like the voice of god to Sirena's ears. In actuality, it was the Sirius voice Criss Angel had been practicing.
Sirena blushed. "Perhaps not THAT sexy onset." Reluctantly, she peered up into his eyes with a weak smile. "We SHOULD go and get Jayde and show you to Alfonso and talk to Jo and all that..." Criss looked quite like this was the last thing on earth on his mind, as the current state of sexlessmess was beginning to affect his well-being. Sirena grinned as an idea popped into her head. "We can have more fun in the limousine..."
They were dressed (sort of) and ready to go in three minutes flat.
Sadly, Jayde's adventure to Tom Felton's trailer was cut short by running smack into Alfonso, who needed her in some conference room or another so they could talk to some big scary Warner Brother's executive about the new cast members and changes to the movie.
They just had to wait for Sirena.
"Where is our other little creative genius, anyways?" Jo asked Jayde from her seat on the other side of the long table.
"Um. She. Um. Wen the airport."
B. S. Mann looked interested. "Whatever for...?"
"Sex- er - Sirius, I mean."
Jo giggled like a schoolgirl. "She's found a new one then?"
Jayde nodded vehemently. "Oh, yeah. So much better than Gary Oldman. He had to get an accent trainer because he's a yank like us, but apparently it all worked out."
"That's good," B. S. said, nodding. "What do you think, Jo?"
"I think the girls are going to do a wonderful job."
Jayde smiled. "Thanks, Jo. We're trying, at least. Not much to work with. Your writer can't even bloody read."
B.S arched an eyebrow. "What?"
She giggled and blushed. "Well, he can read but not very well, you see. It's a long story and not a very funny one at that, so I'm going to just stop talking now and wonder about the health of the script I left with him."
"I'm sure Steve is doing a wonderful job-"
Jayde snorted. "Butch wouldn't know a wonderful job if it smacked him across the face with a salmon. His writing is deviod of any emotion save slapstick humour, subtle romance, and angst."
B.S shrugged. "Well, it is a story about thirteen year olds."
"I had a few more emotions than that when I was thirteen."
Alfonso, frighteningly enough, found himself nodding in agreement. "She's got a point, hombre. Kids are emotional little creatures."
"Gracias, Sr. Cuaron," Jayde said, and flashed him a quick smile.
Before they carried out another word, the door to the meeting room flew open and Sirena and Criss fell into the room.