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Post by noah on Jul 29, 2011 17:57:34 GMT -5
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"To be...or not to be... that is the question, ladies and gents. The Bard had it right when he wrote down those words. It's a pretty simple question, innit? And it's a pretty simple answer too; either you are. Or you're not. That's what I want you, dear, lovely, listeners to consider on this fine, fine night. Wotcha gonna be? Are you just going to march about, a drone and slave to society or are you going to be something? You don't have to fight against The Man to be something, but you gotta have a voice, and I want to hear your voice. The phone lines are closed, repeat, closed for today but please send in your letters. I wanna hear from you. I'm about to sign off for the night, I'll leave you in the more than capable hands of my co-worker, but not before leaving you with some groovy music. Bob Dylan, the American for everyone to drift off to as the Sandman signs off! Sweet dreams, London."
Noah switched off his mic and leaned back in his ratchedy chair with a sigh. The day had dragged on and on it seemed, and Noah never caught a break. He was always doing something, ever since he woke up that morning. He resentfully glanced at the clock and grimaced. He had been awake nearly 24 hours. "Oh bollocks," Noah groaned, running a hand through his hair. At least he could sleep the day away if he wanted, nothing to do except wake up and talk into a machine for five hours. Just the thought of that made Noah want to melt into a little puddle of sleepy, happy Sandman goo.
Hell, if he had time, he might even indugle in a girly delight of his. Baths. He even did the candle and bubbles bit every once and a while whenever he could get one of his pals to lend him their tub. He had a shower, a rubbish shower and that was it. Standing up and pushing in his chair with a little stretch, Noah wondered if he could get Brian to lend his. Mike was out of town and Vern's wife hadn't let Noah back into 'her' home ever since she found him on the couch, naked except for one of Vern's shirts. She had gotten the wrong idea completely, accusing them of being lovers and what have you. He, Noah, had just fallen into a rather large puddle. His clothes were even drying in the kitchen as she went on and on and on.
With a shrug, Noah left the studio. He'd ask Brian about it tomorrow once he woke up, if he woke up. He was tired enough to spend a week in bed, the only sights to be seen the back of his eyelids. If he had had the energy, Noah would have skipped out of the studio. As it was, he had to settle for dragging his feet onto the sidewalk and to the bus stop. It was late, too late for there to be many people on the streets, and bless the transit system for running so late. Noah sat himself on the bench and lethargically lit up to keep awake.
Not much to do but wait for the tin can to get there so he could get home.
POST: Pretty shoddy, but it's up. WC: 557 ! - TAG: William, my boy! - NOTES: Not giving you much to work with, sorry!
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Post by WILLIAM MARTIN EDELMAN on Jul 29, 2011 18:37:30 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION ( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
They had gone from Othello to Hamlet now, and Mr. William Edelman had landed the lead role. He kind of wished he was still in the role of the villainous Iago for two reasons: 1) He didn't die at the end of that play and 2) He didn't have to been clean-shaven for it. Hamlet was a younger lad and, therefore, they had wanted Will to shave off what facial hair he had had, making his twenty-eight years on the Earth seem like twenty-four--maybe even a little less-now. But Will had the strong feeling that at least one person out there would like that: Brian Epstein.
He didn't want to think about Brian, not tonight as he walked towards the bus stop (he was letting a friend borrow his car tonight). This had been the first night of the play. Will had waited in his dressing room an extra twenty minutes thinking that Brian might just show up out of nowhere. Ever since that one night with his former lover, Will had kept on expecting him to always just show up out of nowhere, confess his undying love, etc...All crazy stuff that acting out Shakespeare plays almost every night of the week made him believe actually happened in real life.
But Will had to face reality; that one night might have meant something to him but it meant nothing to Brian. Brian needed a fix, and Will was there to give him what he needed. There was nothing more to it than that. A part of Will had known what he was getting himself into so he needed to stop pouting over the fact that he and Brian were never going to be together again because Brian just didn't do that commitment stuff that most people in the world had no problem with.
Yes, Will, stop pouting. Oh, but it was so hard now not to since he was playing such an introspective character on stage. He couldn't help but turn that introspection on himself. He was foolishly letting Brian ruin his life again; Will had to pound that fact through his thick skull. That was the only way he could nip any problems that resulted in the bud before they exploded in his face.
Knowing that buses never ran on time in London, Will knew he was going to have plenty of time of sitting out here in the cold to think about these things even more. But then he saw that there was someone else sitting on the bench. Okay, there were two options: brood in silence and hope this other man ignored him the whole time or be the one to engage the stranger in conversation first and forget about how messed up his own life was for the moment. The latter sounded a lot more enjoyable to the actor.
Will took a seat on the bench, acknowledging the other man's presence with a small nod. He scooted to almost the other extreme end, if only to try and get out of the pathway of the smoke drifting from his cigarette. Drugs and gambling were the things that Brian could never get the younger Will hooked on. "Hello," he said, slightly inclining his head towards the man, giving him a polite but you-can-tell-me-to-shut-up-if-you-want-to smile.
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WORDS! enough
OUTFIT! click!
STATUS! complete
NOTES! your post was excellent!
TAGS! noah
INSPIRATION! think for yourself-the beatles
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by noah on Jul 30, 2011 21:49:00 GMT -5
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Noah looked at the boy who was sitting down beside him and extinguished his cigarette. He may be steeped in hedonistic ways but he wasn't rude. If the bus wasn't destined to be painfully late, Noah would have just kept smoking but since he suspected the bus to take a while, Noah decided to actually be curteous and put out the fag. Noah gave the man a nod and rubbed his eyes, a yawn escaping him. He mumbled an excuse me and nestled down into his jacket. He just wanted to sleep. Noah wished the bench was a little more comfortable, he'd doze off right there and then. Not being able to get comfortable, Noah shifted around a few more times as he managed a small 'hello' back to the man. Or boy? He seemed really young. Noah wasn't too sure about his ability to estimate age with his sleep deprived eyes but he pegged him for early twenties....maybe even late teens.
"Innit past your bedtime?" Noah quipped, hoping the lad could see that he was joshing. He had a lazy grin on his face, clear evidence of no harm intended. He did that, made jokes when he was at a point where functioning was hard to manage. Noah was at his breaking point, practically ready to collapse with exhaustion. The little joke was meant purely to keep him awake. "Sorry," Noah mumbled in apology after a moment, slumping back against the bench. "Not in my best mind right now, haven't slept in almost 24 hours,"
There was a party going down nearby, Noah could hear tinny music from a cheap radio and could even smell overpowering inscence faintly on the air. Judging by the area, it was a group of overpriveleged youth pushing the 'boundaries'. Noah doubted that they really knew what boundaries were. Then again, the boy beside him probably didn't either. He looked the clean cut, nice type. Handsome though. Even Noah's tired eyes could see that. He may not like boys all the time but the stranger was good looking.
It was a pity Noah wasn't feeling up to that. He had his fill of boys after that fight with Brian. The two still hadn't talked about it, both probably waiting for the other to give in first. Noah felt like shit for what happened, what he said. His weed had been dirty, laced with something that made him act different than he normally would. But, until he got an apology from Brian (he called him a faggot!) Noah wasn't getting involved with anything homosexual for a while. Just girls for right now.
POST: finished ! - TAG: Will - NOTES: Word count: 437
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Post by WILLIAM MARTIN EDELMAN on Jul 31, 2011 8:48:51 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
He let out a mental sigh of relief as Noah snubbed out his cigarette but he didn't dare move any closer because that would just be creepy. The poor man looked like he was dead on his feet right now...Well, did sitting down right now. Will was beyond thankful that he had a job that, while it could be full of difficulties at times, never really made him tired. A tired actor was one who was liable to forget lines during a live performance or even confuse one play for another.
Will let out a small chuckle at Noah's comment, although he was a little bit miffed at it, even if he could tell that it was a joke. "Well, the sacrifices we actors have to make, including that of facial hair that helps show our true age." At least the stranger was kind enough to apologize to him. "No need to apologize. I can relate." Will hadn't been up for the past twenty-four hours but he had had his stretches of that long. And those usually occurred on the last day that a play was being run. Why partying for hours on end had become a habit of him and his friends, he didn't know.
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?" he inquired, trying to make small talk. This kind of conversation was never Will's specialty. But he didn't want this bloke falling asleep on him before the bus came. Will's too big heart couldn't stand the thought of spending the night on a bench at a bus stop the whole chilly night long.
But, if he had known who was sitting next to him, he might momentarily trade in his big heart for a black withered thing and let Noah spend the night out here. Was it bad luck or was it fate that the one night he let a friend borrow his car he had bumped into a man that Brian had a casual ongoing sexual relationship with? And, even worse, a man that knew who Will was from some after the act conversations the manager and him had had...But names hadn't been exchanged yet, and Will had no plans to ask for his name, nor was he going to give his unless he was asked first. This was just a conversation to fill up time before the bus arrived; he wasn't planning on trying to make a new friend or anything like that.
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STATUS! complete
NOTES! =)
TAGS! noah
INSPIRATION! think for yourself-the beatles
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by noah on Aug 4, 2011 17:26:28 GMT -5
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Noah gave a sniff and a shrug, hunkering down into the bench. So the kid was an actor, that he hadn't been expecting. Though, Noah guessed that maybe he should have. That mug of the boy's certainly seemed like the face of an actor, attractive but not distinctive enough to cause any problems when it came to playing different parts. Noah liked to think that he would have caught onto that earlier if it hadn't been for his sleepless state but he knew otherwise. He wasn't the smartest fish in the barrel so to speak.
"I'm on the radio. 'The Sandman' Cavanaugh?" Noah didn't care if the boy had heard of him or not. It wasn't a big deal at that point. Half the people in the town didn't know who he was when he wasn't using his radio personalit voice. He always deepened it a little and exagerated his accent when on the air. It made it more humorous, easier to listen to for others. It just gave Noah something to do. It was hard just filling up dead air without some sort of gimick. So, Noah made himself every man's Englishman.
It never once crossed Noah's mind that the boy next to him was William, Brian's William. Why would it? Noah didn't make a habit of thinking about Brian's biggest mistake. He and Epstein had always been kindred spirits where commitment was concerned. He thought it was the most stupid thing in the world to tie himself down for two months. Two. Months. Noah had never considered being with someone that long. 'Cept for his mates. He stood by them no matter what. But that wasn't a relationship, not a romantic, messy one.
Noah held out a hand, figuring since he already made a halfway introduction he might as well go all the way. "Noah Cavanaugh, I'm not that big a fan of being called Sandman outa the studio,"
POST: finished ! - TAG: Will - NOTES: Word count: 437
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Post by WILLIAM MARTIN EDELMAN on Aug 7, 2011 15:02:59 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Will shrugged his shoulders as Noah interested his radio personality to him. Will really was oblivious when it came to the latest hypes going on around the city. Even when he had his radio on at home or in the car, it was just used as nothing more than a distraction--background noise to go along with whatever primary task he was doing. He never paid attention to any words that were being uttered by the DJ or to any songs that were being played. Heck, if it weren't for Brian, he still wouldn't know who the Beatles were and what the big deal with them was.
Well, there went keeping this conversation a totally nameless one. Leave it to Will to ask a simple question at the wrong time. He took the offered hand, giving it a brief but strong shake before letting go. "William. William Edelman," he introduced himself. This man sitting next to him didn't particularly strike the actor as the theatre going type so he didn't think that that name would do anything for him.
Now that that was out of the way, either awkward silence would ensue or Will could ramble on, which he was very good at doing. He hated awkward silence, so he opted for the latter course. Just as soon as he had finished his introduction, he was opening his mouth again to speak. "Like I said, I'm an actor...with the Royal Shakespeare Company. Tonight was our first night doing our latest production of Hamlet. I heard rumors that Mick Jagger or someone of his caliber was in attendance but they're going to have to come back if they want to meet the leading man because I couldn't afford to miss the bus ride home."
Will had no idea what he was rambling on about, and he honestly didn't remember what famous person had been at the theatre tonight but the name Mick Jagger came out because that was one famous person that Will actually knew a little bit about. He would have continued rambling if he had thought that the bus was going to arrive in the next few minutes but since it probably wasn't going to be doing so he didn't want to look like too much of a fool in front of this man if he could help it.
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WORDS! enough
OUTFIT! click!
STATUS! complete
NOTES! =)
TAGS! noah
INSPIRATION! think for yourself-the beatles
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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