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Post by Mirage on Jan 24, 2012 21:17:27 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 1, Day 6, semi-private
Filming is going... slowly. Addison rubs his temple with one hand as he walks toward his trailer. So many explosions. Such terrible dialogue.
At least Addison knows who he is now. The double sets of memories are becoming easier to deal with, but Lynn... Lynn is still in the dark, still thinks she's just a meta-human. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe she isn't....
He sidesteps a falling ladder and ducks under a swinging boom before cutting between the wardrobe and makeup stations. Cutting through the stuntman's area will get him to a frosty beverage, a snack, and some Tylenol that much faster.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 24, 2012 23:40:13 GMT -5
There's a good looking, well-built red head in the stuntman's area. He's not actually a stuntman, though he's talking with several of them. Explosions and stunts tend to go hand in hand, and it looks like the red head, part of the special effects team, is going over some of the planned stunts for later, He appears to be just wrapping up his chat as Addison approaches. He presses a button on the tablet he'd been using to help explain where everything would be. Then he opens his green eyes wide in shock just as Addison passes.
He turns to follow after the actor, rushing to catch up. "Uh, hey!" He puts on an easy, boyish grin, and continues to try to catch the other's attention. "S'cuse me, hey! If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing later on?"
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Post by Mirage on Jan 24, 2012 23:55:41 GMT -5
Addison doesn't immediately realize that he is the person being flagged down. After all, there are many, many people on a movie set! Once he does though, Addison stops and turns to see who wants him, inwardly praying that the director hasn't decided he wanted some more retakes.
He quirks a brow and a smile at Rodney's question. Addison is used to propositions of various types from strangers; he is highly attractive and something about him tends to draw people. Addison doesn't mind. He dislikes sleeping alone, though it's touch he craves more than sex.
The look he gives the FX expert is quick, appraising and approving. But ah, one does not give in that easily to every proposal. He opens his mouth and starts to speak, but is almost immediately interrupted....
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 25, 2012 9:30:08 GMT -5
...by the red head, whose boyish smile turns into something more than a little cocky.
"Actually, see, that was a trick question. The answer is, you're meeting me at the cafe down the street for dinner." What was that about not giving in easily?
The other man starts to turn away, still smiling, though there's suddenly a serious undertone to his expression. "There's something about yourself that you really need to find out."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 25, 2012 17:51:53 GMT -5
Well now, aren't we sure of ourselves? Addison can't help but smile at the red head's cockiness.
"The cafe down the street is mediocre at best, but I suppose I can indulge the whims of one so attractive- and so bold," Addison smirks in what might be a familiar way, "But if there is a second dinner, I am picking the venue."
The odd comment as Rodney turns away makes Addison stiffen slightly. He murmurs softly, perhaps too softly for Rodney to hear, "I already know more of myself than I should."
Timeskip?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 25, 2012 22:05:39 GMT -5
"Sure thing," the red head agrees readily to Addison's conditions before heading back to work. He probably doesn't hear the murmured addition - certainly he doesn't answer it.
Timeskip!
The red haired man sits in a booth in the cafe. Really, the corner seat is more attention-drawing than most assume, but it's also has the least people around it, meaning it's still best for quiet conversation. He looks over the menu, occasionally glancing up at the door, though he really is confident the other will show.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 25, 2012 22:58:41 GMT -5
One day, that cockiness is going to get Rodney in a lot of trouble.
Not today.
Addison strolls into the cafe and takes a seat next to Rodney. The model is dressed in designer blue jeans and a tailored button down shirt, white with blue pinstripes.
Now he takes the time to really look Rodney over, and Addison does like what he sees. He grins, runs his fingers through his dark hair, and observes, "You don't get turned down often, do you? I should have stood you up just so you could experience the novelty."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 26, 2012 13:16:38 GMT -5
Rodney, who's not really dressed in designer anything and is wearing nothing more extravagent than dark jeans and a red button-down over a black t-shirt, waves a hand absently. "Oh, believe me, I've been dealing with way too much 'novelty' lately, anyway."
"I suppose I should introduce myself." He shifts so he can shake Addison's hand, and smirks. "I go by Rodney Prior, and I'm about to say something absolutely insane."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 26, 2012 22:45:04 GMT -5
Addison takes the offered hand, but doesn't reciprocate the introduction. He isn't a huge name in Hollywood, but he is still known. Plus, the tabloids adore him because seriously, super-rich bisexual playboy? Media gold. Hopefully Rodney is prepared to find himself in the pages of the Enquirer if this encounter goes beyond dinner.
He settles back in the seat and considers Rodney's words. After a moment the model says, "I sincerely doubt what you say will be any more insane than I find my life at the moment-," robot trapped in flesh, two sets a memories, a were-raptor for a sister, "-but by all means do try to impress me." Addison's tone is much less flippant than the words themselves; in fact, his tone is quite serious and the model has tensed ever so slightly.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 26, 2012 22:57:00 GMT -5
Rodney actually used his smartphone to Google Addison and check his IMBD entry on the way over. Luckily, he's not really media shy, because he fully expects the encounter to go beyond dinner, though perhaps not for expected reasons.
Also, like Addison, he is... tense. Though his pose remains casual, there's a subtle hint, if one looks closely, that he could spring into action at any moment.
"Ah. So you know you're actually a giant alien robot, right?" he asks softly, so as to avoid being overheard.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 26, 2012 23:18:45 GMT -5
Addison doesn't turn so much as a hair at Rodney's question. What the model does do is smile slightly and tries to lean closer to Rodney. Anyone watching would think the FX expert had simply succeeded in capturing the model's interest. Which is true, but not for the obvious reasons.
Attempting to walk his fingers slowly up Rodney's arm, Addison murmurs, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I rather think you might be chasing a mirage, my friend."
Where Rodney takes direct risks, Addison chooses circumspection, but if Rodney is who Addison thinks he might be, well. Rodney will get it.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 26, 2012 23:44:52 GMT -5
Rodney raises an eyebrow as the fingers move to his arm, but when he hears what Addison has to say he relaxes slightly, looking relived.
He considers for a moment, opens his mouth once, closes it, frowns, and then shakes his head. "You know what? I just can't come up with any good way to work the word 'Prime' into an answer that doesn't sound downright goofy."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 27, 2012 0:35:13 GMT -5
Addison smiles, a real smile that conveys some of the relief he feels. "Circumspection has never been your forte, sweetheart," he murmurs, just before he kisses Rodney. Unless Rodney pulls back or protests, it will be a very thorough- and familiar- kiss.
There are three Primes among the Autobots, and it is certainly possibly that this is not the Prime. If it isn't, someone is going to be very, very embarrassed. Not Addison, of course, because Addison doesn't get embarrassed by something so simple as a kiss. But if it turns out to be Sentinel Prime, Addison is going to order the strongest alcohol this place serves and gargle with it.
OOC: snogging with permission.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 27, 2012 19:15:12 GMT -5
Rodney opens his eyes wide, taken completely by surprise. Then he smiles and returns the kiss, a return that's also familiar. Familiar enough that it's unlikely to be either of the other Primes. Once the kiss is finally over, he laughs, still somewhat surprised, and picks up his drink - a soda, because he doesn't care for coffee unless it's very girly coffee, and this place doesn't sell very girly coffee. He grins as he takes a sip, and mutters, "Whelp, I imagine that's going in the tabloids tomorrow." He pauses and looks around the room, checking for camera phones. "Or in five minutes."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2012 1:04:23 GMT -5
Video of the kiss is already on YouTube, and the best one has hits numbering in the triple digits and climbing. Sorry Rodeny, but you just became an inst-celebrity. At least until Addison snogs another date in public.
"They always seem to get more worked up over men. I don't care," Addison murmurs. If allowed, he'll cuddle into Rodney a bit and rest his head on the Prime's shoulder. "You must understand, I was beginning to think I was simply insane, Rodi- Rodney."
Addison smiles slightly. "I... know you don't exactly like it when I kiss you, for various reasons," he says, not whispering, because whispering can actually garner more attention than a soft conversational tone, "But a kiss is as good to me as a fingerprint to humans. It isn't easily copied by another."
"What happened?"
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