Introductions
Title:Introductions
Fandom/Verse:RPF (as of yet unnamed Brat Pack esque verse)
Characters/Pairings:Chad Michael Murray, Emily Deschanel, Zooey Deschanel, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Alona Tal, and Eliza Dushku
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obviously never happened, not even once, but if it did I demand to see pictures
Note: Basically? Pure unadulterated crack where all the people (and a certain mysterious hottie to be brought in later) get their big break on a sci fi infused teen drama. More on them, their characters, and their character's badass powers will undoubtedly come later.
He walks onto the lot with the borrowed confidence that comes with an outfit that costs more than his father can make in a month. Modeling has it’s perks, and as he adjusts equally ridiculous sunglasses; he’s comforted by the fact that he at least looks the part of serious Hollywood actor. He’s early, too early, but he learned good impressions are everything a long time ago, and Chad's determined to give this everything he has. It may be his last chance.
Chad realized a long time ago that modeling was a blessing. Sure, he hated being that smiling, nameless tool on a billboard, shoving brand names down people’s throats, but it paid the bills better than anything that required actual thought. He knows he’s taking a risk as he walks into the practically gleaming glass building, but it’s the only one he’s ever taken up until this point. Hell, it's the only thing he’s ever really wanted for himself up until this point.
As he makes his way upstairs, he tries to remind himself this is only a pilot. Chad may be blonde, but he’s anything but stupid. He’s done the research, and he knows not to cling to false hopes. Pilots fail. It still doesn’t change the fact that the script was brilliant, something that sucked him in from line one even though the characters were rough, and there are practically too many to count. They promised him an ensemble show, and that’s fine by him, even though he plans on doing anything but stand in the background.
He pushes the door open to the meeting room like he owns the place, but there’s no need. It’s practically empty, save for a timid little producer and a girl in a fitted green dress.
She’s older, older than him and for a moment he just writes her off as another Hollywood big wig, but she’s dressed too well. She laughs at something the producer says, nodding and pointing at the script like she wants to soak in every word. She’s an actress, and he can’t help but wonder where she fits into all this.
His mind is spinning, and he tries to match her to all of the wild and crazy characters he’s been trying to picture for the past four weeks, but comes up short. When the producer leaves, he hesitantly walks closer, amazed at how gorgeous this woman is up close.
She’s still sucked into the script, absentmindedly nibbling on a thumbnail with a strand of auburn hair framing her face. Her gaze is intense, her eyes not quite blue, but not quite green either. Having never been particularly patient, Chad realizes he needs those eyes on him, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: "Good book?"
She looks up, startled and smiles slowly. "Uh, I think they call these scripts."
"Right," he said awkwardly. "I was just testing. So who are you?"
She tilts her head, confused but her gaze never wavers. Chad nearly shivers, and reminds himself to be careful what he wishes for in the future. "You mean, in the script?" He nods and she says: "Adrianne."
"The teacher," Chad says with a grin. "Man, the students are gonna love you. I’m Chad," he adds, placing his hand in hers. "I play Brian. Uh, or I will in case they decide to replace me with Tom Cruise or something." Smiling at his little joke, he continued, asking: "So, what’s your real name? Or do angels not have those?"
He can swear she’s almost blushing when a girl walks in. She’s a skinny thing with black hair and striking blue eyes. She ignores him, but he’s not too sure if it’s on purpose, he’s just not who she’s looking for.
"Emily why didn’t you tell me!?" she said excitedly. "I had to hear it from the guy downstairs! You’d think you’d tell your little sister that you oh, say, got a gig on a TV show!"
Chad tries to process everything far too quickly, the name, the face, the show, her sister, but it’s too late. He does a half turn and finds himself face to face with someone else entirely. He’s tall, too tall with an idiotic grin on his face. He’s also in Chad’s personal space.
"Hey there!" he says a little too loudly, dumb grin still in place. There’s a distinct Texas twang, and Chad nearly runs for cover. Whose idea was it to hire the happy redneck. "I’m Jared!" It comes out sounding a hell of a lot like Jay-red and Chad nearly falls on the floor laughing.
"Chad," he says quickly, hoping someone else will turn up soon. He’s sure Jared’s a nice guy but wow, the guy was overpowering in all senses of the word. He doesn’t have to wait long because soon there’s two more girls. They look like polar opposites, one’s blonde and fair, looking every bit the part of all American dream girl. The other is more exotic, with long brown hair and curves in all the right places.
The room suddenly seems to be getting smaller by the second, and by the time he turns around, Jared has moved on to a new guy in the corner. The guy looks a little awkward in a social setting, his shoulders are hunched and he’s pretty much nodding along to whatever Jared’s saying. Even though he’s only known him for two minutes, this Jared guy already reminds Chad of a hyper active puppy. He’s just about to rescue the newcomer when another blonde walks in, clipboard in hand.
"Everybody ready?" she calls over the chatter. "I think it’s about time you guys got introduced to your new best friends."
Fandom/Verse:RPF (as of yet unnamed Brat Pack esque verse)
Characters/Pairings:Chad Michael Murray, Emily Deschanel, Zooey Deschanel, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Alona Tal, and Eliza Dushku
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obviously never happened, not even once, but if it did I demand to see pictures
Note: Basically? Pure unadulterated crack where all the people (and a certain mysterious hottie to be brought in later) get their big break on a sci fi infused teen drama. More on them, their characters, and their character's badass powers will undoubtedly come later.
He walks onto the lot with the borrowed confidence that comes with an outfit that costs more than his father can make in a month. Modeling has it’s perks, and as he adjusts equally ridiculous sunglasses; he’s comforted by the fact that he at least looks the part of serious Hollywood actor. He’s early, too early, but he learned good impressions are everything a long time ago, and Chad's determined to give this everything he has. It may be his last chance.
Chad realized a long time ago that modeling was a blessing. Sure, he hated being that smiling, nameless tool on a billboard, shoving brand names down people’s throats, but it paid the bills better than anything that required actual thought. He knows he’s taking a risk as he walks into the practically gleaming glass building, but it’s the only one he’s ever taken up until this point. Hell, it's the only thing he’s ever really wanted for himself up until this point.
As he makes his way upstairs, he tries to remind himself this is only a pilot. Chad may be blonde, but he’s anything but stupid. He’s done the research, and he knows not to cling to false hopes. Pilots fail. It still doesn’t change the fact that the script was brilliant, something that sucked him in from line one even though the characters were rough, and there are practically too many to count. They promised him an ensemble show, and that’s fine by him, even though he plans on doing anything but stand in the background.
He pushes the door open to the meeting room like he owns the place, but there’s no need. It’s practically empty, save for a timid little producer and a girl in a fitted green dress.
She’s older, older than him and for a moment he just writes her off as another Hollywood big wig, but she’s dressed too well. She laughs at something the producer says, nodding and pointing at the script like she wants to soak in every word. She’s an actress, and he can’t help but wonder where she fits into all this.
His mind is spinning, and he tries to match her to all of the wild and crazy characters he’s been trying to picture for the past four weeks, but comes up short. When the producer leaves, he hesitantly walks closer, amazed at how gorgeous this woman is up close.
She’s still sucked into the script, absentmindedly nibbling on a thumbnail with a strand of auburn hair framing her face. Her gaze is intense, her eyes not quite blue, but not quite green either. Having never been particularly patient, Chad realizes he needs those eyes on him, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: "Good book?"
She looks up, startled and smiles slowly. "Uh, I think they call these scripts."
"Right," he said awkwardly. "I was just testing. So who are you?"
She tilts her head, confused but her gaze never wavers. Chad nearly shivers, and reminds himself to be careful what he wishes for in the future. "You mean, in the script?" He nods and she says: "Adrianne."
"The teacher," Chad says with a grin. "Man, the students are gonna love you. I’m Chad," he adds, placing his hand in hers. "I play Brian. Uh, or I will in case they decide to replace me with Tom Cruise or something." Smiling at his little joke, he continued, asking: "So, what’s your real name? Or do angels not have those?"
He can swear she’s almost blushing when a girl walks in. She’s a skinny thing with black hair and striking blue eyes. She ignores him, but he’s not too sure if it’s on purpose, he’s just not who she’s looking for.
"Emily why didn’t you tell me!?" she said excitedly. "I had to hear it from the guy downstairs! You’d think you’d tell your little sister that you oh, say, got a gig on a TV show!"
Chad tries to process everything far too quickly, the name, the face, the show, her sister, but it’s too late. He does a half turn and finds himself face to face with someone else entirely. He’s tall, too tall with an idiotic grin on his face. He’s also in Chad’s personal space.
"Hey there!" he says a little too loudly, dumb grin still in place. There’s a distinct Texas twang, and Chad nearly runs for cover. Whose idea was it to hire the happy redneck. "I’m Jared!" It comes out sounding a hell of a lot like Jay-red and Chad nearly falls on the floor laughing.
"Chad," he says quickly, hoping someone else will turn up soon. He’s sure Jared’s a nice guy but wow, the guy was overpowering in all senses of the word. He doesn’t have to wait long because soon there’s two more girls. They look like polar opposites, one’s blonde and fair, looking every bit the part of all American dream girl. The other is more exotic, with long brown hair and curves in all the right places.
The room suddenly seems to be getting smaller by the second, and by the time he turns around, Jared has moved on to a new guy in the corner. The guy looks a little awkward in a social setting, his shoulders are hunched and he’s pretty much nodding along to whatever Jared’s saying. Even though he’s only known him for two minutes, this Jared guy already reminds Chad of a hyper active puppy. He’s just about to rescue the newcomer when another blonde walks in, clipboard in hand.
"Everybody ready?" she calls over the chatter. "I think it’s about time you guys got introduced to your new best friends."