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[hannah]

"Cut, that's a wrap," brought a huge sigh from everyone in front of and behind the camera. Tristan was through with this scene they'd been trying to shoot since the beginning of the morning, and it was, by now, well into the afternoon. He collapsed lightly onto the desk in front of him, covered with papers and props, a laptop, several tracking devices, antennas, and several other things he couldn't have identified if his life depended on it. His supporting actor, and fellow terrorist also slumped in his seat, extremely tired of this scene. He wiped the sweat away from his brow and brushed some of the sand from his hair. He was extremely tired of sand as well. This entire place was sand, and it got everywhere that was inconvenient. It always blew into his hair and face, making a crunching noise between his teeth. The gritty sensation wasn't one Tristan necessarily enjoyed. Another thing he didn't enjoy - the twenty minute delay the sand caused when it got in his eye. That was the beginning of today's catastrophes. About thirty seconds into filming the scene for the first time - which was going well even despite Tristan's hangover - the wind picked up and blew sand into his eye, becoming a serious annoyance very quickly. Before he knew it, his contact was all fucked and he could only see out of one eye. It hit rock bottom and got a hasty "CUT!" when he ran into the pole of the tent, nearly collapsing the joint. This day week was certainly not going in any good direction.

So after the sand in the eye, his supporting actor was having line troubles, then all the makeup started to melt off, and it really just wasn't very good. By the time they'd filmed their final and best run-through, they were all frustrated and grumpy enough to play their parts without having to fake hostility. He made a pretty good terrorist, what with all his harbored anger, especially after the "break-up" with Paige. They had definitely scolded him heavily for his drinking binge and getting himself lost in the middle of Oregon, and for once he actually cared and felt remorse. This movie meant a lot to him.. not only was it his first major role, it was the only thing he had left to be passionate about.

He nearly jumped through the roof as something ice cold pressed against the back of his sweaty neck. He wasn't exactly wearing anything heavy, but it was hot and muggy enough here that sweating happened anytime you stepped outside. The makeup coordinators were having fits everywhere you looked because everyone was sweating off their makeup. Luckily enough for Tristan and the rest involved in this movie, their main goal was to look sort of dirty, so the makeup didn't exactly have to be perfect. Tristan felt dirty enough to be a terrorist in his own skin. But he whipped around quickly to see who the jackass was that decided to press an icy water bottle to his hot neck. It felt good now, but the initial touch had been absolutely terrible. He found himself wishing it was-- no, he wouldn't even think about it. She was in New York, he was in the middle of nowhere, Morocco. It wasn't Paige, it never would be Paige. It was truly sad that she was all he could think about.. deep down, it had always been her.

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[celi]

Demetrio had finally arrived on set for the day, his scenes for that day were scheduled in the afternoon, much to his dismay. He wasn't exactly a fan of Morocco, either, the heat wasn't his cup of tea. Along with the sand and wind, Trio was begging to go home. But, he was enjoying it as well, thankful for the experience, and excited for the role in Six Lives. Not to mention that he knew many of the actors on the film, so it made it for a interesting time. Walking into Atlas Studios, where they were filming in Morocco, he could hear they were wrapping up a scene, watching as everyone dispersed, seemingly exhausted from the ordeal. That was one thing Demetrio hadn't thought of when he entered the world of acting, how tiring the career was, and how time consuming it was. Though he wouldn't give up his role in Six Lives, if he could go back, he wasn't quite sure he still would have taken it, especially if he knew then what he knew now. Maybe he would have gone to New York with Blake, instead, his career could be put on hold for her, he wouldn't have minded. But, he made his choices, and they led to Morocco, and led to Trio finding Tristan Silvers slumped over on a desk.

Tristan was an odd person to Trio, though they weren't best buds, they was still somewhat 'friends'. Acquaintances, you could say, friend of a friend, fellow actor. Whatever you called it, that's what they were. Demetrio had met him through Jack, though both being on Six Lives, they knew each other a little better. The atmosphere in the studio was humid, tired, and ready for a needed, and deserved break in filming. It obviously wasn't just a strain on the actors, but crew as well. With the conditions in which they worked under, the scorching heat, obstreperous wind, demanding directors, and actors, it didn't shock him to see some of the crew more than ready to leave. But unlike the rest of the crew and actors, Tristan just leaned over the desk, seemingly distracted with his own thoughts. Instead of saying hey or, some something to get his attention, Trio looked at his frozen water bottle, the same one he brought to set daily, something in him making him press it to the back of Silver's neck.

Watching him turn around, a light chuckle escaped him, amused at the site of the sand and dirt covering Tristan's face. "Well, the look suits you," He commented, setting his water bottle on the desk. "What's with the look?" He seemed to be expecting someone, someone that wasn't Demetrio, to him it was almost a disappointed look. "Disappointed I'm not Jack? Sorry mate, I can get your boy toy if you need him," He teased, obviously. He took another look around, watching the crew members set up for the next scene, and checking his watch for the time. "Long week?" He finally asked, a little more serious that his first two comments. Demetrio had always acted different around Tristan than most, a little maturer, though his actions that day didn't really show it.

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[hannah]

Of course Tristan hadn't been expecting the cold at his neck, just like he hadn't expected who was behind it. He whipped around to find Trio behind him with a dirty smirk on his face. Although Trio was no stranger and he certainly wasn't Tristan's least favorite person in the world, it hadn't been who he'd wanted. He really just needed to get over her for real. She left him.. went to the other side of the fucking country just to get away from him. Well, that wasn't really the case. She had filming to do in New York and he could respect that, but there was no respect or dignity in the way she left him. One final hookup, then she left him alone the next morning. Hell he didn't even know when she left, he just knew that he went to sleep beside her and woke up beside nothing other than a wad of sheets and pillows. He hated it, he really did. Tristan Silvers was not used to rejection, not even of the slightest kind. He could usually bend women to his will whenever he wanted, and not being able to, well, it fucking sucked.

"Dammit, Trio," he said, shaking his head as he wiped the condensation from the back of his neck. He wiped off a whole pile of makeup and dirt, both indistinguishable from each other. He looked at the amused look on the man's face and just chuckled as well. He stood up, stretching a little. "Hey, it takes a hot piece of shit to pull this off," he said with a smile. His pearly white teeth were in sharp contrast to the rest of his face - tanned with the Moroccan sun and stained with the Moroccan dirt. He really didn't mind all the dirt at first, but as the day wore on he was getting less and less patient with it. It had become, by now, strictly uncomfortable and a downright nuisance. He just stared at the peculiar expression on Trio's face as the chair he'd been sitting in disappeared, and the scene behind them was slowly transforming. Tristan wasn't going anywhere. He'd spent all day in this fucking tent, he could have ten more minutes to part with it for crying out loud.

It seemed Demetrio had caught his longing look as well, only thankfully, he had mistaken it for Tristan wanting Jack. No, he didn't want Jack, not after what happened. He'd found out that Tristan had fallen for Paige, the bitchy A-lister whom no one liked, and that had been it. Tristan was tired of being chastised for falling for her.. he couldn't fucking help it! If he'd had a choice in the matter she would have been another one night stand and his life wouldn't be the mess it was today. "No no.." he laughed, "I'm sure Bails is busy with another one of his bromances," he said with false disappointment. Jack could go fuck himself for all Tristan cared, the married fuck. He sighed a little as Trio's next comment came. It had been a long week indeed.. a painfully long one. "You could say that," he said with a chuckle that implied there were many reasons why it had been a long week. "This scene too for-fucking-ever." It was simply conversational as he rubbed his eyes, sore from the sand getting in them. He just wanted to go back to his trailer and die right now, but he still had another scene to shoot today. Life of the rich and famous, right? "How's it goin' for you, dude?" He was trying to be nice, which was sort of a stretch for Tristan. But hey, he was tired and frustrated.

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