LOST AND ALONE, [opennn]

[nash]

Being new around these parts sure didn't have it's perks, since right about now this male was quite lost. LA was a big big city, and though he had been here for about two months, he still had no idea where he was. He never knew that trying to get to the beach would be so difficult, but right now, he had no idea where he ended up. There were buildings everywhere, and he didn't really want to ask anyone on the street. Being a male, he knew he could find his way there, just needed to keep walking, some way. This was all confusing to him, he had no idea where he was or what he was doing out here. Good thing was, Nash was pretty good with just walking around. Actually, he rented a moped just to get around everyday, since it was a lot more fun than having a boring car. But, since he had yet to get it from the store, which was fixing the few kinks and the special things he wanted on it. He was stuck without any way around, except for his own two legs of course.

He couldn't help but rub his head, looking at all the shopping places and walking past them. He didn't really know what else to do, other than think to himself and just keep walking. His thoughts were mainly on the movie that he was directing, it turned out that he wasn't so bad at the job. For years he had just stuck to writing, making things that could be for potential movies, but finally.. someone else had written this movie and he was just directing it. No way could he ever be an actor, he didn't know how to pretend to be someone else. That was normally always his excuse for not becoming an actor, even though he could probably pull it off. But, everyone looked at him like he was your average everyday farm boy, not smarter than a baby pig. Though his personality was large, and he enjoyed making people smile with his antics, he still was quite smart. He knew his way around Texas like the back of his hand, but this was a whole near world to him. Nash had dreamed of the day that he could come to a big city and be able to look up at all the buildings, but now he realized it wasn't what it was cut out to be. He was actually more scared than he was excited now, this place really wasn't what he read in books or saw on television. People were rude, people didn't care who you were, and most of all the traffic was insane here.

Turning another corner, he figured that he was pretty damn lost by now, and there happened to be... no one around that he recogized. Everyone said you saw many people on the streets, many people who were famous and you could meet. He had yet to have those experiences just yet, but maybe they were right. The people in the film he was directing, they were all really nice, and he loved the fact that he had a rather laid back cast. That means, he didn't really have to prove himself too much, and he wasn't going to be mean to them. He felt like that's where he belonged though, directing movies and making sure all the scenes went well. But as of right now, he was getting tired of walking around, so he found a bench near by and sat down. Placing his hands on his knees, he made a face at pretty much nothing and no one. He had no idea what to do, but it seemed like all he could do was sit here and wait to see if someone would pass his way. Nash watched a few people pass though, and the only reason he didn't make a move to ask them for directions was because of them just sizing him up. This place wasn't as... welcoming as Texas was, but then again not everyone had a gun here either. Leaning his head back, he looked up at the sky, he wondered if he even knew how to get home from here.

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[drew]

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[nash]

Being a director, he didn't know what to expect of his crew, but happily enough, none of them seemed to be complete terrors. He enjoyed getting the scenes correctly, and watching his cast get excited when a scene finished. He knew most of them were just there because they were getting paid, but he was there for the glory of it all. This was his passion, and he couldn't find himself doing any other thing in the world. Other than writing, he felt like he didn't have too many other skills. Not many people really looked for a gymnast, and he actually had a dream of becoming a stunt double at some point. But his mom always told him that it would be too dangerous, so he stopped dreaming about it and went after another passion. Being raised on a farm didn't have too many perks, he was in the barn almost all day and made obstacle courses in order to hone his skills. Other times, he was writing short little screen plays, and sometimes he continued some but most of the time it was something new. He enjoyed being a director, though he bossed people around, he liked to compromise with them more.

LA was really all too new to him still, he didn't know how to go about getting around this place and figured it would take quite a few months to really learn. This place was a lot bigger than he thought it was, since from the plane it looked pretty small. Hell, they say that when you're in Texas you do it big, but people here took that pretty literally. So far, he'd been made fun of for his accent, but had made quite a few friends as well. He learned that not everyone liked the crazy nature of him, or the lazy nature, or the constantly eating nature, but some he just seemed to mesh with well. In most people's eyes, he was just a southern boy who now lived in the big city. His friends back home would be surprised that he made any friends here, none of them thought he'd be okay here, most were saying he'd be back in a week. He'd made it about two weeks now, and he wondered if he could keep this up for a month. If he wanted to keep director job, he had to say here and just tough it out. Nash wasn't scared easily, being a southern raised boy, he felt like that only made him stronger. His father was a tough guy, and growing up in the house with five other children, it sure was a interesting house. He remembered when he had to threaten his little sister's boyfriends, or his dad would pull the traditional shotgun on the porch deal. Now, here he was in the big city, where they laughed at things like that.

Hearing a voice, he tilted his head, feeling a soft hand on his shoulder. Yes, he had been a bit surprised, he had never actually seen kindness in this town. Turning to the voice, he stayed quiet for a few moments, taking in her beauty. "Hi..." He drawled out, still staring at her like she was some sort of angel that had just come to save him. In a sense, she was his savior now, he did need the help. Finally hearing her question, he noticed that he had yet to respond to it. "What? Oh! Yes! I am lost, and no I have no idea how to get around these parts." He said, rubbing the back of his head and smiling boyishly at her. "Nash Foster." He introduced himself, putting his hand out to her and grinning. This girl was cute, she had a bit of a strong sense about her though. It intrigued him in a sense, that he wanted to know more about this girl and figure out what made her tick. He didn't know why, but heck if someone was nice enough to stop and ask if he needed help, they were nice enough for him. Seemingly he couldn't take his eyes off her, the reason he stood up to speak to her now, not wanting to seem rude.

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[drew]

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