NEW WORLD MEN , NOAH

[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]Adelheid was the latest project that Grady Grit Productions had taken on. The upcoming 2013 animated movie was based on Cats, a classic Broadway production and one of Dallas’ favorite musicals. Dallas was known for his eccentric tastes and his love for dabbling in the peculiarities of the world. Most of the roles he’d taken on as an actor revolved around a quirky, unusual oddball of some kind. From drunken pirate Captain Jack Sparrow, to Sweeney Todd the demon barber, and of course the eccentric and temperamental Mad Hatter. Dallas’ tendency to connect himself with these types of characters related to his childhood. He’d always been an outcast himself and never really fit in with a crowd nor did he care to. Perhaps it was for that reason that he was somewhat of a recluse in his present age. He wasn’t necessarily antisocial and the man was in no way a hermit. In fact he enjoyed sharing his philosophies and oddities with other people whether or not they cared to listen. However, he did value his privacy and he took certain measures to make sure that he still got it despite his fame. Not only did he connect to many of his characters in that they were often cast out of society, but he just enjoyed taking on roles that most people wouldn’t dare try. What was the fun in being like everybody else and conforming to what was considered normal? Acting was his outlet and a way for him to express himself and he wanted to push his boundaries. Stepping out of the box wasn’t nearly enough. Dallas preferred to be cannonballed from it. Today Dallas had a meeting scheduled to sit with his co-producer and discuss the movie and its direction. They’d gotten the budgeting together for it and the script was set. With voice recording beginning soon they still had to settle the issue of filling out the rest of the casting positions. Apparently the casting director was still scourging up actors and sifting through names for who would fit the movie best. But aside from discussing filming matters, it was important for Dallas to maintain the relationship between himself and Noah. The two men would be working closely together on the project throughout the rest of the film just as they’d done up to this point, and it was important for them to keep communication open between each other. Dallas sat in a private section of the country club restaurant, a table that was set further back in the corner away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the crowd. Fortunately this was a high class establishment that didn’t let just any riffraff through its doors, so they wouldn’t have to worry about squealing fangirls or intrusive paparazzi during their conference. The reservation was made under Dallas’ name. Not like he needed a reservation. Dallas had a membership with the country club, but he figured it would make things easier for Noah to be directed to his table. That way instead of hunting through the restaurant for him all the man needed to do was give Dallas' name and he would be led right to him. With a cigar in one hand and a Landy Cognac XO in the other, Dallas sat with his back against the wall and his cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. From his position he had a good view of the restaurant and could see everything that went on. Just the way he preferred. The man took a sip of his brandy then set the glass on the table, resting his hand right next to it as he lifted the cigar to his lips with the other. After skimming the room once he lowered his head slightly to study the menu, the brim of his hat now covering most of his face, as he waited for his accomplice to arrive. [/style](TAGS) char as noah (WORDS) 653 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) oh, how dallas loves his cowboy hats :3 (LYRICS) dirty work by the rolling stones (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] [STYLE=float: left; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-right: 6px; margin-left: 5px;]❝[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]D[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #575757; padding: 3px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]allas wasn't a friend, yet he wasn't an enemy. Noah was a fan, but he wasn't a fawning, melodramatic creep. Behaviors such as squealing girlishly, lunging for personal belongings, and depicting strange fantasies were all unacceptable coming from a man of his age and profession. He'd probably go weak at the knees for George Clooney or Sandra Bullock. Dallas Grady? His impact on what making movies meant had yet to impact Noah as deeply. His appreciation for Dallas was immature, but Noah was willing to hear another man's reasoning. He was modest enough to let his pride slide. This time. He wanted to make that point very clear. Dallas and Noah were lab partners in a diabolical world. Their assignment was solely to provide reasonable voice matches to animated characters. Noah had a few actors in mind. Once, Noah had gone about animation films the wrong way entirely. At the conception of his career, Noah didn't make the connection between realism and his film. Here he had various farm animals that needed to be voiced over. Noah looked at hundreds of possible candidates. He chose the actors that would make the film blindly. Literally. During auditions, he had no idea who he was listening to on the other line. Mice had deeper voices than the pigs. The errors went as far as casting a male for a mare's role. Anyone who knew anything about horses knew that a mare was in fact a female horse. Noah didn't. He hadn't considered there might be terms he was ignorant of. He was producing a children's movie about farm animals, for Christ's sake! Well, the film's run was short-lived. The studio shut him down quick. After that traumatic experience, Noah's faith in animations had quelled. He had no intention of failing the management again. He'd stick with his foolish comedies and ironic dramas. They suited him better, and casting wasn't based solely on whether or not someone had a nice voice. Dallas' input on the film was golden. He'd nudge the production to the surface. Who could say no to the man that made Jack Sparrow a reality? The guy was a genius! Thoughts in tow, Noah decided to push the speed limit. As usual, he was a few steps behind schedule. Choosing an appropriate outfit had consumed more time than he meant to. In his flurry to leave, he'd neglected to run a comb through his unkempt hair. Bits and pieces flew in every direction, and even though the look was sloppy, Noah looked decent. His hairstyle tied into the classic look he'd been pining for. Maroon leather jacket, faded-wash denim jeans, and brown dress shoes formulated his attire. Carina had even given him a pleased look as he rushed out the door. Without her, he'd probably come to a meeting in basketball shorts and some t-shirt with a corny catchphrase printed on. Noah preferred play over work, and just about all his colleagues knew. His careless driving put him right on schedule, and he was strolling into the country club restaurant just on schedule. "Dallas Brady... Er... Murphy," Noah said as he approached the front desk. There were lollipops in a bowl, appearance for anyone to indulge on. He made a mental note to take one on his way out. She led him to a table where Dallas was already seated. He appeared to be examining the menu, so with a grin, Noah greeted him. "Ay, matey!" And if that wasn't enough, one eye was squinted as he did so. His right hand momentarily took the shape of a hook before he sat down. If Carina were around, she'd be bowing her head in shame. [/style][STYLE=float: right; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 5px;]❞[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][STYLE=float: left; width: 80px; height: 80px; background-image: url(http://static3.moviepilot.de/files/images/0244/3084/ashton_kutcher_thumb_square.jpg?1259235849); border-radius: 10px; border: #242424 solid 8px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 60px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://static3.moviepilot.de/files/images/0244/3084/ashton_kutcher_thumb_square.jpg?1259235849); border-radius: 10px; border: #242424 solid 8px; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #242424; margin-top: -9px; padding-right: 5px;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND [x] [/style] [STYLE=width: 405px; height: 40px; background-color: #242424; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #969696; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;] [/style][STYLE=width: 405px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #242424; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -13px;]WORDS 615 TAGS dallas ATTIRE OUTFIT NOTES / facepalm [/style]

[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]He didn’t know what he was jumping into or what to expect when working with Noah, but Dallas wasn’t worried. Although the two had never collaborated on a project before Dallas had seen his work before and it didn’t seem like the guy would be too difficult to work with. In any case how well they collaborated and how well their ideas meshed on this particular project would determine whether Dallas would be willing to work with him again in the future. ‘Ay, matey!’ When he heard the voice Dallas peered up from the menu to see Noah standing before him with a wide, goofy grin smeared across his face. Any other time Dallas might have dismissed the nautical greeting without a second thought. Ever since his character Jack Sparrow had become a movie icon it was like second nature to Dallas. So he'd gotten used to fans growling at him, singing pirate songs, saying “ahoy” instead of “hi”, and even going so far as to address him as cap’n or Jack (although that was still hard to get used to, and god forbid they should do it when he was high; it made it three times more confusing). But what caught Dallas off-guard this time was the awkwardly formed shape of Noah’s hand. Though Dallas was sure it was supposed to be a hook hand, it made Noah look more like a cripple. Dallas’ eyes shifted around from left to right, confusion flitting across his face. Still taken aback by the absurdity of it all, he did the only thing he could think to do. “Er...ahoy!” he replied, adopting a slightly gruffer voice that was reminiscent of Jack Sparrow’s. He wasn’t quite sure what just happened, but sometimes in situations like this it was best just to play along. After the man took his seat Dallas afforded another quick glance down at the menu sitting on the table in front of him. With a gentle prod from his thumb he lifted his hat a little higher above his eyes and looked across at Noah. “Now before we begin we must address a very, very important issue.” Dallas folded his hands on top of the table and leaned forward. His face was grave and his steely gaze was fixed hard on Noah as if he were about to ask the man some deep, theoretical question about his experience or expectations for the film. After studying the younger man for a few excruciating seconds, Dallas opened his mouth and in a low voice said, “Do you like scallops?” [/style](TAGS) char as noah (WORDS) 429 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) this took forever. i'm sorry! i think i'm starting to get the hang of him though..i liked this post. =D (LYRICS) dirty work by the rolling stones (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] [STYLE=float: left; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-right: 6px; margin-left: 5px;]❝[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]N[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #575757; padding: 3px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]oah's behavior came off as strange to anyone new to him as a person. Looking at his resume, he seemed professional and work-oriented. While that may be true in most cases, Noah didn't dare to live in monotony. He couldn't afford to lose his youth because he was a superstitious man, and superstitions stated that those who acted old died young. These were true facts. Consequently, Noah greeted big-time actors like Dallas Murphy with a semi-looked hand and pirate jargon. At this point, he wondered if he'd taken his immaturity too far. Dallas was peering at him. The confusion was clear as day on his face. Before Noah had the opportunity to further fool himself, Dallas greeted him, pirate slang present. At once, Noah's doubt drained from his system, and Noah took his seat across from his business partner to-be. Noah expected the first few minutes of their acquaintance to be full of introductions. Dallas was examining the menu. Noah came to the country club on occasion, and he typically ordered their club sandwich. Loaded with all assortments of dressings, the sandwich always hit the spot. A tall glass of Coca Cola to wash down the hefty meal never could go wrong, either. His eyes drew upward to ask Dallas a question, but a peculiar look on the other man's face stopped him dead in his tracks. "Now before we begin, we must address a very, very important issue." Already? Wow. People were eager to accomplish these days. Noah wasn't sure he'd manage to keep up. "Er, okay..." Noah muttered, skeptical. At this point, he was expecting the worst. Budget? Plot? Mice possessing deeper voices than pigs? No. Dallas asked, "Do you like scallops?" Noah released the breath he was holding in. Scallops? Of course he liked scallops! Who didn't? "I love scallops," he replied. Noah leaned forward and mimicked Dallas' posture. To an outsider, their stature might look suspicious and official. That was the beauty of their situation. Any doubt that Noah possessed the moment he greeted Dallas completely washed away. There weren't enough maniacs around to balance him out these days. Noah was stuck inside a playpen, but no one was willing enough to keep him company. Was meeting Dallas going to change that? Could he possibly be the missing link that Noah lacked? His finger scaled the menu for the item that Dallas mentioned. He figured they'd be in the appetizers, and alas, they were. The description was very basic. The scallops were served with such and such sauce and blah, blah, blah. Only a moment later did Noah realize he'd forgotten to return the question. Pulling the interrogative stunt again would probably summon Dallas' confusion once more. Noah opted to avoid doing so. "Do you want to order some scallops, then?" Noah asked, clarifying. In his opinion, being too sure of anything was much better than not being sure at all. Dating Carina had taught him many, many life lessons, and that one in particular was included.[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 5px;]❞[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][STYLE=float: left; width: 80px; height: 80px; background-image: url(http://static3.moviepilot.de/files/images/0244/3084/ashton_kutcher_thumb_square.jpg?1259235849); border-radius: 10px; border: #242424 solid 8px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 60px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://static3.moviepilot.de/files/images/0244/3084/ashton_kutcher_thumb_square.jpg?1259235849); border-radius: 10px; border: #242424 solid 8px; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #242424; margin-top: -9px; padding-right: 5px;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND [x] [/style] [STYLE=width: 405px; height: 40px; background-color: #242424; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #969696; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;] [/style][STYLE=width: 405px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #242424; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -13px;]WORDS 505 TAGS dallas ATTIRE OUTFIT NOTES xD ooh, dallas. [/style]

[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]If this was the way Noah acted on a regular basis then Dallas would have no problem working with him. He’d never been much of a stickler for tightwads in business suits and briefcases anyway. It made everything about the trade much too stuffy for his tastes. If the whole art of filmmaking was supposed to be creative and even freeform to some extent then why make the effort to approach it from the stiff, rigid angle of the businessman? Of course everything needed some type of structure and Dallas understood the importance of professionalism, but you also needed to have fun and a light heart when working with certain projects such as filming. Noah obviously had enough of that embedded inside of him and that would just make the process even easier to enjoy. A visible wave of relief eased Dallas’ shoulders to drop and washed away the tension that was previously etched into his face. “Oh good. Now I don’t have to get rid of you,”

[/b] Dallas murmured, more to himself than Noah. And by the looks of it Noah was just as serious about his love for the tasty seafood as much as Dallas was. Any man who loved scallops was good enough to work with in his books. The tasty seafood was one of his favorites and was versatile enough to be used for almost any occasion. A a quick supper, part of an elegant or romantic meal, or as a casual appetizer. Even people who weren’t fans of seafood managed to find a soft spot for scallops or at least grow to like them. When it came down to it anyone who couldn’t enjoy them couldn’t be trusted.

Dallas’ eyes grew wider when Noah inquired about ordering the scallops from the menu. Perhaps for someone whose brain operated under a normal thinking process the question may have been expected. Dallas, on the other hand, was a different case and his brain did not function under normal processes. In fact it hadn’t even crossed his mind to order a dish of scallops that the two of them could dine upon. In Dallas’ mind the two concepts of asking Noah about his preference and actually ordering the scallops were unconnected. So he was mildly impressed when Noah went the extra step of asking about ordering them himself. That much showed his love for the dish was truly genuine. Definitely a plus. But as he looked back down at the menu a small frown trailed across his lips.

“Hmmm...” Dallas hummed to himself half-heartedly, as his narrowed eyes skimmed over the menu. “Scallops, eh?” Doubt was heavy in his voice. Somehow in less than ten seconds his entire disposition towards scallops changed completely. “Seems a bit chancy to me... You know they have other things on the menu too. Like sandwiches, salads, steaks... Oh! Here’s an idea!” Dallas perked up as his eyes darted over the menu. With his index finger, he excitedly jabbed at the description of one of the appetizers: the very same dish Noah suggested only minutes before. “Why don’t we order scallops?” Dallas looked up at Noah with excitement glittering in his brown eyes and radiating through the smile on his face.

Everything about his expression suggested sincerity. There was no hint of banter or mockery. Was he making fun of Noah or purposely trying to take credit for the other man’s idea? No. He was just Dallas Murphy, a few screws short of a hardware store.

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(NOTES) lmao this whole post was "scallops scallops scallops." XD i had fun with it though
(LYRICS) dirty work by the rolling stones
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[noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] [STYLE=float: left; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-right: 6px; margin-left: 5px;]❝[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]N[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #575757; padding: 3px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]oah had always considered himself "out there" and "unique". His options seemed friendlier than "off his rocker" or "insane" because neither were entirely true. First of all, he didn't own a rocking chair-- or horse-- so that was out by default. "Insane" was constantly used to describe mass killers and people who abused newborn puppies. Noah hadn't taken a life or kicked a poor, defenseless puppy lately, so "insane" was out for the count as well. Insane could also apply to George W. Bush and Nixon, but he wouldn't delve into that heavy topic, not when scallops were the topic of their conversation. His cheerful smile was summoned the moment Dallas decided he'd be worth keeping, and Noah's opinion was officially solidified. Dallas Grady wasn't half-bad. There was only one detail that could improve his standing. Dreadlocks. Homeless men, Bob Marley, and pirates were notorious for their knotted hairstyles. If Noah wasn't mistaken, Jack Sparrow flashed an impressive set of dreads. Jack Sparrow was none other than the young gentleman in front of him. Ergo, Dallas was a tried and true veteran of the do Noah couldn't sport in a million years. In all honesty, he just didn't have the face for it. Not to mention he hadn't begged for money, sang Reggae, or sailed upon the deep, blue sea lately. It was decided, then. Noah Davison would leave the dreads to their respective owners, and he'd pay for the scallops in honor of the opportunity to finally meet the man behind so many drastic, well-played characters on the big screen. At least, that was the thirty-four year old's plan until Dallas decided to change his mind. The sea had taken its toll on his brain. Noah guessed he was a little "off his rocker" for a couple reasons. For one, he'd stolen Indiana Jones' hat and worn it to their meeting. Secondly, Dallas looked exactly like the kind of man who'd own twelve different rocking chairs (or horses). As soon as Noah mentioned the scallops, Dallas' face fell. Scallops were suddenly unworthy of his time despite the fact he'd suggest them. Definitely "off his rocker". All the foods he listed in place of scallops all sounded delicious. Steak had been one of Noah's favorite picks from the country club until he met his new love, Club Sandwich. He'd been contemplating strolling down memory lane when Dallas once again vouched for the scallops. Noah's eyes flew to the older man's face. He'd honestly thought Dallas was razzing him, but he seemed completely sincere about his decision. "That sounds great," Noah agreed, thoroughly amused. He never thought he'd ever run into someone loonier than he was. By the time he headed home to gloat about his discovery, he hoped for an enlightening conversation. Over scallops. "Hey, guys! What can I get started for you?" the nice little lady serving them asked. Noah glanced at her name tag. Brenda. "Good afternoon, Brenda!" Noah greeted warmly. "I'll start off with a beer and one... two... orders of scallops." He turned to Dallas for advice. [/style][STYLE=float: right; font-size: 50px; color: #242424; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 5px;]❞[/style]

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