Tony Foster! According to the Admiral, you're my assigned [makes 'quote' gestures] Warden. He also mentioned something about a file. What does mine say about me?
I also expect your full resume on my desk by tomorrow.
[Private] Uh...well, basically that you're a producer and...you seem really similar to this one producer I know. Uh...I'm still reading it, but have you ever had a production assistant steal food out of actor's hands when they tried to eat between takes before?
[At his last question, he barely suppresses rolling his eyes but he's been too on edge to talk during this flood and he's beginning to feel he should have waited this out.]
Look fuckstick. If you've been in the business then you know how to write a fucking resume and you have one on file somewhere. Now do you draft separate resumes for every occupation or do you just have one standard? I don't care what it's for, so long as it's got your relevant information and it's on 100% rag bond paper and it's got your fucking name on it. Do we understand each other?
Spam! - 5 hours latertadwizardAugust 16 2010, 03:57:52 UTC
Tony spent his time working on his resume, taking his traditional one, adding in additional credits that he'd received shortly before coming to the Barge, as well as general warden credits like wizarding skills and various experiences with supernatural phenomena.
A small note was placed to point out that such skills could also be applied to cutting budgets without losing quality in a production. Also, he'd been able to get a diet coke from the kitchen during dinner, hoping the resume and diet coke would help him build a bridge to better connect with his inmate.
And, possibly, get him a job working on his inmate's next production.
Nobody came knocking on his door that readily, so he could only guess it was his Warden. He had been planning since the start of the flood. He'd watched people where he could, gauged their reactions, and worried about whether or not he'd been caught in the same spell everyone else had.
He was. And he didn't much relish the idea that anyone could have so much control over him if he let people talk to him. So he would have to keep himself on top of things, here.
Les reached forward, his hand stopping over the resume before taking the drink. If it hadn't been chilled it would have hit the wall, and that was a fact, so yeah. Kid may or may not have worked in the business but he wasn't stupid, either.
With a thumb he opened the can, shutting his eyes at the satisfying hiss that followed. He took a gulp, then with his other hand finally took up the resume, flicking it in his hand to straighten it up while he began to read, for the most part ignoring Tony. He didn't recognize the names of some of these productions, but as his eyes traveled over certain talents the boy had he knew he likely didn't come from the same Hollywood he did.
Tony calmly explained, "Level four, one level above you. It took about five hours for me to start coming here. I wanted to rewrite my resume to include things I normally wouldn't be able to mention when I'm not on the Barge. Can't usually list 'limited telekinesis', you know? Also, I got something to eat when I was getting you a diet coke. You said get a resume to you by morning, I got it to you by morning."
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Uh...well, basically that you're a producer and...you seem really similar to this one producer I know. Uh...I'm still reading it, but have you ever had a production assistant steal food out of actor's hands when they tried to eat between takes before?
Resume...for being your warden?
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[At his last question, he barely suppresses rolling his eyes but he's been too on edge to talk during this flood and he's beginning to feel he should have waited this out.]
Look fuckstick. If you've been in the business then you know how to write a fucking resume and you have one on file somewhere. Now do you draft separate resumes for every occupation or do you just have one standard? I don't care what it's for, so long as it's got your relevant information and it's on 100% rag bond paper and it's got your fucking name on it. Do we understand each other?
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Fine. I'll get one to you by morning.
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A small note was placed to point out that such skills could also be applied to cutting budgets without losing quality in a production. Also, he'd been able to get a diet coke from the kitchen during dinner, hoping the resume and diet coke would help him build a bridge to better connect with his inmate.
And, possibly, get him a job working on his inmate's next production.
He knocked on the door and waited.
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Nobody came knocking on his door that readily, so he could only guess it was his Warden. He had been planning since the start of the flood. He'd watched people where he could, gauged their reactions, and worried about whether or not he'd been caught in the same spell everyone else had.
He was. And he didn't much relish the idea that anyone could have so much control over him if he let people talk to him. So he would have to keep himself on top of things, here.
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With a thumb he opened the can, shutting his eyes at the satisfying hiss that followed. He took a gulp, then with his other hand finally took up the resume, flicking it in his hand to straighten it up while he began to read, for the most part ignoring Tony. He didn't recognize the names of some of these productions, but as his eyes traveled over certain talents the boy had he knew he likely didn't come from the same Hollywood he did.
Never looking up. "How fast can you run a mile?"
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