LIKE VINES .,

[juliet]

it had been a long day. and i mean a long, long day for daisy roscoe. as a minor role on a major television show, she spent most of her filiming days... just... sitting. sitting down. she had to be in the background of a lot of scenes, especially the kinds of scenes that needed to be re-shot over and over again. while the primary characters worked, spouting out well-rehearsed lines to each other across a table on the library set. bookshelves were set around the edges of the frame, several tables were set up in the middle of the room, and the desk that belonged to daisy (or, excuse me, in this case, catherine thorton) was towards the back. the blonde woman, a young actor virtually unknown in the field, had hit two big breaks just around the same time. she'd gotten a recurring role in this television series, life intertwined, around the same time she was cast in a major role in an action movie, six lives. daisy couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was going to catch a big break and finally make something of herself in the field.

after about fifteen takes of a shot daisy didn't even have any lines in, her day was finally over. she had had, of course, several scenes where she had lines, but it always seemed like just at the end of the day, she got stuck in the background of some scene they'd never get finished. at last, probably around six in the evening, ian--their director--called print, and daisy breathed a sigh relief. finally, she could stop checking out the books that extras had to periodically bring to her, and stretch out her tired legs, stiff and sore from being still beneath that librarian's desk for so long. extending several "good job"s and "goodnight"s to her fellow cast members, daisy retired back to the trailer she shared with a few other recurring characters. changing out of her costume and hanging it neatly back where it belonged, daisy exited the trailer just a few minutes after entering, changed completely back into her own clothes and all ready to go.

with her purse slung across her shoulder and her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, daisy was headed off the set and towards the parking lot when she saw ian cross, one of the five directors working on the show, on the other side of the street. biting her lip and pondering just briefly over whether or not she should go talk to him, daisy decided on the former and bounced over to him, smiling up at the tall male and giving him a friendly greeting. "hi, ian!" she said brightly, nervously wrenching her hands together. "i know you've probably got all kinds of stuff to do.. but i thought.. maybe.. i'd ask.. do you wanna go grab dinner or something?" daisy scratched her neck awkwardly, unsure if she'd just asked him on a date.. or if it was just a casual dinner between co-workers. sure, on one hand, they'd been friends for a while and had done stuff like that before.. but.. dinner? that just seemed so formal. well, whatever, it was out now. most likely, ian had taken it as just another bout of hang-out time between friends. it had been a long day of filming, and they could both afford to relax a little.

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[ian]

work was something which ian just did. he would easily admit he loved work. coming to the same place almost every day just let him focus on nothing that was too important. ever since he had been little ian had wanted to go into the film industry as a director or producer or something and he was happy, but also sad, to be there finally acting out his dream. he was meant to be in a production company with his twin brother, but after certain incidents in the past that was no longer possible. the tragedy affected ian drastically and he wondered how to be happy. it was difficult without his brother around but he didnt think about him much. it was simply too upsetting. work let him escape from the sadness and the past. he was currently working as a director on the set of the television show "life intertwined". it was a good show, it had a regular spot which meant regular work for ian. the cast was good and so was the rest of the crew. it was actually fun to go to work, ian hated to admit it though. he didnt like to enjoy himself too much when his brother couldnt. but that was life and he sometimes let his mind and morals slip for a while. he needed to but he didnt usually let himself.

shooting had finished for the day. finally. these long days were difficult, they really were. everyone said it, even the minor roles who often just had to swan around in the background. although ian loved his job he hated how shots often had to be redone many times before the producers and other crew were happy. he strived for perfection in his work but sometimes enough was enough. he was happy when a shot didnt go past its fifth take, but sometimes that was difficult to avoid. when the actors made mistakes they had to retake. then they would laugh about making these mistakes and would have to retake again. and this would go on for however long it took for the actors to full compose themselves. it was really silly. ian didnt understand how the actors had these giggle fits but the crew rarely did. it just wasnt professional in his opinion. psht, he needed to lighten up. he needed to get over the past but he wouldnt. he wouldnt purposely anyway at least. he smiled broadly when the cameras captured the final shot of the scene though and he happily called, "thats a wrap!" and clapped the cast and crew.

the coffee lounge always seemed far away from the set so ian was always the last one there after shooting. he didnt rush or anything, he just had a nice stroll there. once there, however, he was looking forward to his cafe latte. he had helped to pack away the cameras and some of the equipment and had started to walk over to the lounge when a blonde girl who had a minor role in the show, daisy roscoe, called him. he didnt mean to be rude or anything but he wasnt expecting the greeting. yes, daisy and him were friends and they had hung out after shooting and stuff but he still didnt expect the greeting. he smiled warmly and stood still so they could talk. he noticed her hands were intertwining in a way he could only assume was down to her nerves. he smiled again as she began to talk. "i know you've probably got all kinds of stuff to do.. but i thought.. maybe.. i'd ask.. do you wanna go grab dinner or something?" ian didnt answer for a while, instead he thought about it. dinner would be great, he was quite hungry. but the way she had asked made it sound like a date, he thought. it would be nice, but as long as it was only friends, right? that wouldnt hurt anyone. daisy would understand, surely, because she surely meant as friends too and it was only ian who thought she meant as a date. he replied slowly and nervously himself, "dinner, yeah, that sounds great." he did truly mean it too. he wasnt sure whether he should add the "as friends" part or just leave it. he didnt want to sound stupid, you see. "now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as he did, "where do you want to go?" he realised that he was making a big deal out of it, friends had dinner all the time. what was his problem!

this post was written for daisy and has 760 words. ian is wearing a crisp white shirt and dark navy chinos and is tired after a long day. credit to everything goes to me but the lyrics are by ellie goulding so please dont steal <3