This roleplay is between PaintTheSkyRed and harakun.
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Name: Gabriel E. Evans
Nicknames: Gab
Age: 23
Height: 5'10"
Gender: Male
Position: No certain preference
Occupation: Actor/Model
Personality: Lenient and flirtatious would be the image he'd be giving to the people who'd see him on TV, on magazines, and on the billboards. He isn't like that, though, in real life. He's hard to please, always tends to complain a lot when he didn't like something, and would like to be served than to do the serving. Perhaps, it's the fame that's gone to his head but nonetheless, the writers, directors, make-up artists, and photographers who's worked with him has learned how to ignore his snide comments and force him to do what he needs to be doing.
History: Gabriel grew up in a rich environment, which would explain why he's seemingly selfish and tends to complain a lot when things don't go his way. His parents, when he was younger, tended to spoil him so he's pretty much brought that along with him. He's had lovers in the past who had to deal with him but it always ends up in messy break-ups where the one who's in too deep - usually not Gabriel - to him are the ones who end up hurt in the relationship.
Likes:

• Sweets
• Coffee
• His fans

Dislikes:

• Anything bitter
• Stalkers
• Women (relationship-wise anyway)

Quote he goes by: "I'm me. Deal with it."

Name: Rory Sumner
Nicknames: Roary the Lion (His little sister gave him that nickname, thank you very much.)
Age: 21
Height: 5'11"
Gender: Male
Position: No preference.
Occupation: Scriptwriter
Personality: He is pretty funny person but can get annoyed very easily. He likes to be left alone and doesn't always need the company of other people. He is not shy and will speak his mind when he feels he should. Rory is very comfortable in big groups since having a large family.
History: He enjoys spending time with his large family of his parents, plus four little brothers and one little sister. He moved out of his parents house when he turned 18 but he still comes over to their house. He won a writing scholarship when he was in high school that paid for his college degree.
Likes:

• Coffee
• Writing
• Watching movies

Dislikes:

• Sweets
• Classical music

Quote he goes by: "If you run out of room on one side of the paper, turn it over and fill the other side."

Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was even bothered for this sort of thing. How come he had to go and see the script right after the scriptwriter writes the story? Was it because he complained a lot and this way, they'd lessen the complaints if he was there to do the changes with the scriptwriter? The actor grunted as he ran his fingers through his wavy hair and sighed for the umpteenth time. He was dressed in a button-up shirt, a vest, a pair of black pants and sneakers. There was a gold watch around his left wrist and a pendant that looked a lot like a crimson tear was hanging around his neck in a gold, thin chain.

Standing in front of the door and putting his hand on his hip, he put most of his weight on one leg while he looked around. The place was disgustingly white. How could such an apartment have hallways like this? Like that of a mental institution. His free hand moved to press on the doorbell and he pulled out his phone to see if he had any messages. Just one. From his manager reminding him not to scare the scriptwriter away. Scare him? He'll do more than that if this was a useless scriptwriter.

Rory jumped in his seat at his writing desk, he lifted up his head and looked around sleepily. He thought Was that the doorbell? What time is it? He looked down at his watch and whispered "Damnit." He jumped up from his seat and ran his fingers through his hair saying "Damnit" once again. He wiped his eyes quickly and ran from his desk through his living room and to the front door. He was about to open the door when he looked down and noticed he was only wearing boxers and bright teal socks.

He scrambled back from the door like it was the plague and said loudly for whoever was at the door "Just one minute." He got a running start and rushed past his living room and kitchen into the only bedroom in the apartment. He ran over to his closest and quickly put on a long sleaved green shirt. He grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans and almost tripped attempting to put his feet into his black Vans at the same time. He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair and basically flew from his bedroom to the bathroom. He quickly swigged mouthwash and spit out in the sink before rushing back through his loft and opening up the front door.

Gabriel grunted when he'd heard those words. He shifted again to stand on both of his feet as he crossed his arms over his chest. Tapping his foot against the floor, he looked left and right again before he'd made a face. How long did he have to wait? When he'd heard no footsteps coming to open the door just yet, he stepped closer to the door and rammed at the doorbell just to show how pissed he was from that waiting.

Talk about impatient.

He never did have to wait for anything. How dare this person from behind the door make him wait this long. Unless, of course, he had a reason as to why he opened the door late, which Gabriel would be sure to ask should the door open and he'd see this face of this scriptwriter.

Rory swung the door wide open and saw a guy standing at the door. Rory noticed the guy was about his height and pretty good looking but he seemed very mad. He raised one eyebrow and said sheepishly "Um, can I help you?" He ran his left hand through is hair and brushed his cheek and feeling an indent from his desk. Well that is just great, he tried to rub the line out of his cheek. He thought about what day it was and remembered someone was going to be coming by. He smiled softly saying "Opps, I know you. You must be Gabriel right?"

He titled his head slightly "You seemed to be really dressed for my studio," he laughed awkwardly feeling very undressed for his own loft. He looked down at his rushed on outfit and noticed his fly was undone. He tugged down his shirt so it was covered before attempting to look sly as he quickly zipped it up. He looked up at Gabriel and said "Wanna come in?"

The first reaction Gabriel had when he saw Rory's image was him being irked. He didn't like how Rory looked at all. Messy. Unattended. It was like he'd even just put on whatever he'd found on his floor. Just now with how he tried to look sly to zip his zipper close. No one ever forgets to shut their fly when he was their guest or visitor.

Even moreso, to forget him of all people.

Gabriel pursed his lips. He decided he didn't like this scriptwriter at all and he brushed past him when he was offered to come in. His hands found their way into the pockets of his pants and he looked around the other's place for a second or two before he'd looked out the window. For a scriptwriter, this was certainly a nice view of the city.

Rory sighed softly thinking I look like a mess. He watched Gabriel walk past and he raised a brow up chuckling awkwardly as he shut the door behind him. He saw him look out the window and smiled proudly since the window view was the reason he got this loft. The loft was light and airy feeling with dark wood furnitures and light colored green on the walls making it look for a cozy atmosphere.

His entire loft has an open floor plan where everything is connect besides the bedroom and bathroom. Rory felt like his home had a nice collection of soft pillows around the living room and artwork on the walls. He walked over to Gabriel and said "My name is Rory, um you make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink or something?" He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

Gabriel grunted at the offer and the nervous laugh. He looked at Rory scrutinizingly before he nodded. "A glass of your best cold tea," he told him as he slid his hands out of his pocket and moved to sit on the couch. He crossed one leg over the other and looked around the loft. It was a nice place, though, it didn't fit the scriptwriter at all. It looked more like a place for an elegant man like himself.

Rory. Even the man's name isn't elegant. Hell, he doesn't even look elegant at all. "The script," he started, "Where is it?"

Rory bit his lip at the word tea, he didn't own any tea since he didn't drink it himself. "Would coffee suffice? I have some fancy espresso machine that can do everything but the dishes. Would cold latte be okay instead?" He felt guilty that he didn't have tea and scolded himself to next someone comes over to make sure he has some packets in his cubbard. He watched Gabriel sit on the couch and thought He sits like he is royal or something.

He gulped slightly when the guy asked for the script and he cleared his throat "Its right over here." He walked past Gabriel and over to his writing desk. He grabbed the completed script off of it and walked over to Gabriel offering for him to take it.

Coffee? Gabriel turned to look again at Rory as he eyed him skeptically. "If it's not the best of brands, forget it," he said, not really wanting to have anything that's less than what the rich people would call 'quality'. The moment he'd been handed the script, he took it and skimmed through it first before he'd ran through everything. In every page he turned, his brows seemed to have formed a deeper frown and his features turned to one of distaste.

"This is horrible."


[[ What's the script about? XD ]]

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Rory shrugged and chuckled nervously saying "Um, well I have some Starbucks and then a special Godiva stuff I have been meaning to try that my parent's got me for Christmas. It is like dark chocolate mixed with espresso?" Rory watched Gabriel reading his script a pit started forming in his stomach at the look of disgust on his face. It started to make Rory kind of annoyed but he didn't say anything till Gabriel said it was aweful.

He then glared and said "No! You barely even read it. This is a nitty gritty danger and action noir piece! Your character has some many deeper meanings than your usually 'characters' and I am sorry but I disagree. I know I wrote a good script. Read it again." Rory's jaw was set in a straight line and a look of stubborness that he only felt with his family was coming out. He left Gabriel and turned walking to the kitchen, he pressed the button for the espresso machine to turn on and he poured the Godiva beans into it. He waited for it to mix and pressed another button before the espresso machine started to perk up two cups of foamy lattes.

Gabriel frowned as he pursed his lips. He was just about to retort and tell the scriptwriter what particular parts he didn't like in the story when he had decided to turn and walk to the kitchen. "Who is your target audience in this script?" he called back as he'd crossed his arms over his chest and looked off to the other side, "If you're trying to get only the action out to the public, I'm sorry but this will fall below the hundredth spot. My character going after the enemy? That's preposterous. It's supposed to be the other way around."

Rory picked up the two cups and was careful not to spill and he stepped back into the room. He frowned at Gabriel and said "The target audience is adults. Particually men but the romance factor so that they bring their wives with them to go see it. They will drool over how you are good looking then they will complain their is too much violence. It is a win win." He took a sip of the foamy coffee and place the other cup on a coaster for Gabriel.

He sat down on an armcahir and raised a brow at Gabriel, "Why is it preposterous? Your character is suppose to be a gritty police officer. He is going after the bad guys. Taking them down one by one like they did to his family. I do not see the error in that." He frowned at the other man saying "Try to have an open mind that not every movie you will be in has the 'perfect' role for you. Life is imperfect but this script is good as it gets. It is gritty and in your face historical fiction."

Gabriel turned to look at Rory this time. He was silenced by what he'd said and he'd even pursed his lips, a silent indication that he didn't like where things were going at all. Supposed Rory had a point, what then? if there was one thing Gabriel disliked, it was losing. "Historical fiction?" he asked with a shake of his head, "Praytell, why would my fans like historical fiction?"

He had, after all, usually acted in romance and the ones who'd watch it were women who were mostly his fans. They'd even bring their boyfriends with them to watch it, which made it quite a blockbuster hit. "And, wouldn't old men be the only one watching this?" he asked as he pointed at the script, "I doubt their wives would want to watch an action-packed movie filled with gore and violence."

Rory took a sip of his coffee and frowned, not because of the taste but the lack of Gabriel's intetion to even try to look his script. He sighed saying "It is a historically accurate fiction. That makes it could be a consider a historical fiction while also being fiction since the characters are pure creations while the setting is not." He wrinkled up his nose saying "Old men? I think anyone like that likes spies, police, detective stories would be interested. Plus the female lead role is beautiful so that would attract any aged guy. Then with you, that keeps the girls watching." He shook a finger saying "I never said there was gore. This is no damn horrific. No, this is action that has violence but no gorey looking blood. No gore."

Gabriel gave up. He didn't want to give up but this Rory really knew how to throw him off. "Then, I'm not to be blamed for the ratings," he said as he picked up the coffee cup meant for him. Smelling the coffee for a few seconds, he nodded slightly and took a small sip after he'd blew on the surface. It was good and surprise was apparent on the man's face. "What beans did you say these were again?"

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Rory scowled at him and said "Read it again. That is all I ask." And he took a sip of his cup, shocked at Gabriel's facial expression. Rory watched as it went from unsure to happily surprised. Or as close to happy as Gabriel seemed to get. Rory shrugged saying "Godiva. My parent's got it for me during the holidays. It has dark chocolate mixed in with the beans. It gives it a nice aroma I think." He took another sip and smiles to prove his point.

Gabriel honestly didn't want to but he also didn't want to hear his manager berate him for such a little thing. Begrudgingly, the male put the coffee down to take the script and leaned back on the couch to read through it. Slowly. It was about two hours after when he'd finished and the sun had already set. Shutting it and setting it on his lap, he put his hand over it and looked rather thoughtful. That expression was quick to disappear, though, when he realized he wasn't in his own humble abode. To neutrality.

"It's not half bad," was all he'd said before he'd taken the script and handed it to Rory. He took his coffee once again to relish in its taste and quietly drink from there on in.

While Gabriel was reading, Rory got up from his armchair and was writing at his desk and occasionally drinking from his cup. When he heard Gabriel speak, he stretched his arms above his head, his shirt rising up to show the lining of his boxers. He looked over at Gabriel, slightly in shock by his comment and said "Is that a compliment I hear?" He smirked and then shook his head saying "Sorry, but thanks. Now I need to hear some feedback on things you think should be tweaked." He stood up from his desk and stetched again, his back slightly cracking and he walked over to Gabriel, sitting back down in his seat saying "So let me hear it."

Gabriel decided not to answer that question. He didn't want to admit he had just complimented a writer. He never was one for compliments after all. "The girl and a little about the enemies." The actor had started talking in detail about what should be changed and what should be kept. There were a few snide side comments, too, he'd given here and there and by the time an hour had passed, he had finished his coffee and had finished voicing out his thoughts.

Rory was in the kitchen pooring himself a second mug when Gabriel finished talking. Rory was quiet the entire time Gabriel was talking and then finally he got his turn to speak. He took a sip to collect his thoughts and wandered back into the living room saying "The only thing I would change about the girl is her personality and her appreance. Then the enemies will not change, though I may tweak the names and the location of their hideout but that is all I believe that you mentioned that needed to be tweaked." He looked over at Gabriel saying "I am positive there is no way you could change my mind on anything else."

"That so?" Gabriel asked with a raised brow before he'd smirked in amusement. Getting up to his feet and coming close to Rory, he tilted the man's chin towards his own and hovered his lips dangerously close to his. "Even if I offer my body?" He was testing him, of course. To see his reaction and nothing else. He isn't, after all, particularly interested in the writer whom he just had given in to not very long ago. He did regret having done that.

Rory started to reply back with "Yes that is so.." but he trailed off when Gabriel was suddendly right in his face. He felt heat rushing to different parts of his body and his face competed with his hair on being the brightest shade of red. He stammered
"You are crazy." He suddenly got courage and said defiantally "Would not matter if you offered your body for real, I would not change my mind. You are not my type at all." Since Rory only been on a couple dates and did not have a type, he hoped Gabriel did not notice he was lying.