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[ohlaila]

ashertmz·:

 Asher watched, rather amused, as the other read the tabloid headline ad then struggled with the ringtone on her phone. He could identify with the look of fed up tiredness across her face as that was the same look he had on his most days. “Oh, no, you are one hundred percent fine” Asher dissuaded the other’s worries before shrugging his shoulders, “I saw what the blogs were saying about you today” Asher claimed boldly. He had to admit that he loved refreshing those blogs to see if anything was being said about him. “And even if it is true, I have mad respect for people who hook up with married men. Married men are needier than children” he laughed, “Those rags will publish anything that will sell” Asher pointed out from experience.

Laila stood up, stretching her legs and approaching the male. “Don’t get me wrong; I know that they have a job to do as well.” She spoke honestly. “But God, do they have a shitty job. And on top of it all, I don’t even know what married man they’re talking about. I’ve had no man in my life for I don’t even know how long, let alone a married man.” She was annoyed, that was clear in her tone but she couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh it off. “But enough of that, what are they saying about you lately?”

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flcreas·:

   sorin’s eyes shift when he spots laila walking up towards him, a soft smile coming to his lips. “it’s the least exciting thing to do, at least in my opinion.” he states, chuckling for a second. “it’s all about breathing, the poses just have other benefits for your body.”

“Alright,” Laila states as she walks closer to him, leaving her phone on the nearest bench. “Show me, Yoga master.” She teased, a smile set on her lips. “I have two hours to kill and I don’t remember the last time you and I actually spent any time together so...” She shrugged. It was true; with both of their busy schedules the two barely talked let alone hung out; unless Sorin was calling her to yell at her about her latest photoshoot.

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feretichris·:

Christopher couldn’t help the little pang of guilt that shot through him for, well lack of a better word, using her. Laila seemed like a nice enough person and genuine so far. Perhaps if he was honest with her regarding the situation… although who in their right mind would want to play that kind of game? It was twisted and there wasn’t much to gain from it. But as she once again moved closer and his brown eyes couldn’t help but find Diana across the room, all trace of guilt suddenly dissipated. He wouldn’t drag anyone along with false pretenses, but no promises were made in that moment. “Careful– someone might think you are flirting with your director.” he teased right back with a smirk painted on his lips before addressing the people in the room. “We good? Alright. Ready, set… action!”

After a few more takes of the same scene, one of the main protagonists apparently distracted enough to mess up more than once, everyone was either leaving or packing the equipment that would be used later on another set. Aside from Christopher and his new assistant, who both stayed put on the chairs they were seated on. Giving the girl a playful smile, the redhead shrugged, cocking an eyebrow in her direction. He was curious to know exactly what was her impression on the whole directing gig. Even if it had only lasted less than an hour. At least she had been able to witness it for herself. “So– what did you think?” he inquired while leaning back on the chair, arms crossed over his chest. 

Laila would be lying if she said she hadn’t noticed that her dark-haired costar wasn’t very concentrated during filming today; which was unlike Diana. It didn’t take much to connect the dots, having heard all the stories and Laila couldn’t help but wonder if she had a role in Diana being distracted. The two girls weren’t very close. They were friendly, yes, but she had had more genuine conversations with Chris in the past hour than she had had with Diana filming the last three seasons of Nirvana. They’re friendship was what Laila like to call ‘necessary’, they worked together and needed to get along. 

“What I think?” She leaned back in the chair, bare legs still crossed as she looked at him. “I think I’m going to stick to acting and let you do all the directing stuff.” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “And I also think...” Laila looked around, making sure that they were alone-- or that at least Diana was gone now. “that Diana wasn’t so happy about this.” She gestured between them as a smirk appeared on her lips. 

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feretichris·:

The little motions that were obviously accidental on her part added to the charade and it took a lot of restraint on his side to keep his attention on Laila. One look in Diana’s direction would probably put an end to everything and Christopher needed to play the game in accordance to her rules. She was the one who had started this after all. He was certain he could feel her intent gaze on him from across the room and hoped that was indeed the case. What goes around comes around, he thought while putting his arm on the back of Laila’s chair while she answered his question. Was it really about revenge at this point? Or simply a way to make sure he still had some sort of spell over her? That the emotions he had tried so hard to repress weren’t just one sided? Those were questions he tried not to ponder too much on. The answers surely wouldn’t do him any good anyway.

As Laila opened herself up much more than he had expected though, the game he was playing suddenly became easier – leaning forward a bit more toward the girl, he listened intently, the way she had done with him previously. The expression crossing her features at first was more than telling regarding her opinion on the matter. This was something that her mother had imposed on her from a young age. And before she could decide for herself if she wanted to make it part of her daily life, the acting world had roped her in. Things happened so fast at times, he couldn’t blame her for being uncertain. But he was glad to see at the end of the day, she was able to enjoy herself nonetheless. “Yeah, I get that. There’s nothing like escaping real life from time to time.” he nodded with a grin. This was what entertainment was all about. “That’s also what I like about the industry, despite all the negative things that come with it. The fact that we’re all making something that will distract people from their routine. Will make them cry and laugh. And if we’re lucky, might even inspire them down the road.” The sound of people around them hurriedly finishing what they were doing made him lean back in his chair; a wink thrown in Laila’s direction as his hands moved to the headphones around his neck. “Let’s show you what it’s like, shall we?”

Opening up never came easily to Laila, but every once in a while she’d lose herself in the moment and let too much information fall from her lips. She was only human. “Exactly.” Her smile was bright as he made it seem like he understood what she was saying. She was friendly with all of her co-stars, in fact she couldn’t say that there was even one person in Hollywood that Laila didn’t like let alone hated but that was due to the fact that she never really got to know people. Maybe, just maybe, Chris and her could be friends and as that thought ran through her mind she couldn’t help but to feel like a little child wondering who her friends were and who wasn’t.

Once again leaning into him in order to get a better view of the monitor she spoke softly, “Let me know if I’m too close for your liking.” She said, aware that she was in his personal space now and she didn’t want to be in his way while he was working. “or if you want me to get closer.” She teased, nudging him slightly. She didn’t mean anything serious by it; she just couldn’t help but to have at least a little fun. Plus, by the looks of it, it didn’t seem like he would mind as long as Diana was watching.

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✧ message » sorin

SORIN: define a bit of trouble

SORIN: as quick as traffic allows

LAILA: some guy was getting a little to handsy for my liking

LAILA: so i punched him...

LAILA: now he's talking about pressing charges cause he recognized me

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percvss·:

     “fuck.” perseus huffs a sigh, the slightest chuckle to accompany it. “– oh shut up! it isn’t that i’m incapable of picking something out. i have great, no, incredible taste in diamonds. however, it doesn’t hurt to get a second opinion.” he murmurs, shrugging nonchalantly. perseus pulls open the doors, holding it open for the other before following them inside. with christmas and his mother’s birthday being oh so close together, his father had begun lumping them into one celebration the past few years and while the decline in thought and effort was expected by percy, he had to make an effort to go the extra mile for his mother’s birthday this year. she was, after all, the only ainsworth still on relatively good terms with the male. “i was thinking a necklace, earring set – she’s always preferred gold over silver..” // @studio3starters·

Laila hated shopping. She hated the hassle of going to the mall, trying things on, hated the billion people running around because they waited for the last minute to get whatever it is that they needed to get. Which is why she loved online shopping; everything and anything she needed with a click and it was delivered to her home where she could try it on in peace. With all that being said; here she was. “Yeah yeah,” She said with a dramatic roll of the eyes. “I’m not a big fan of jewelry.” She admitted, looking around. “but I think a nice set would be nice, maybe with an engraving on the inside?”

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lcvefools‌:

open starter

with liquor flowing through her bloodstream, esme scanned the vip section of the club for familiar faces. lips curled into a smirk the moment her eyes landed on someone she’d seen around studio3 quite often, smooth legs carrying her in their direction. “look what the cat dragged in,” she teased, one hand on her hip while the other held her drink. “didn’t think i’d run into you here. you’re not following me, are you? i just got rid of my last stalker.” gaze averted to seek a member of the waitstaff, waving one over once she made eye contact. “you wanna go halfsies on a bottle? i feel that don julio calling my name.” @studio3starters​

It had been a while since the last time Laila had decided to go to the club. As much as she loved the music, the dancing, and the alcohol it was always the same. Same people, same drunk guys hitting on the girls at the bar or the other way around, same people trying to take a picture of whoever it was in the VIP section. Tonight, however, she didn’t care– she needed the night out. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Esme approached. “You caught me.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders and a small chuckle. “But I mean look at you, can you blame me or the last stalker?” She teased. “Yes. Please.” Having just arrived, tequila sounded like a great place to start tonight.

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flcreas·:

   sorin’s currently in a tree pose, standing in the middle of a grassy area somewhere on the studio 3 lot during some downtime that he had. though, while he was doing some yoga, he felt like somebody was staring at him, which causes him to open one of his eyes and pull out one of his airpods. “oh, hey, sorry, didn’t see you there.”  he states, getting into another yoga pose. “what’s up? i’m just, uh, unwinding a little bit.” @studio3starters·

With another good two hours until her next scene, Laila decided against going home knowing that if she went home she’d fall asleep on her couch and once she did that the chances of missing work would be very high. A nice long walk around the studio would do her some good and as soon as she spotted Sorin positioned in some strange way on the grass she was glad she had made that decision. Pulling out her phone she snapped a few pictures, knowing that at one point or another they would come to good use, she was quick to tuck the phone back into her pocket once he had spotted her. “Nothing, just watching you unwind.” She said with a chuckle. “Though I don’t understand how that...” She copied the pose that he had been in.”...helps you unwind.”

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✧ message » sorin

LAILA: so um i may be in a bit of trouble...

LAILA: how fast can you get to the club on main street ?

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The Weeknd - Wicked Games (Explicit) 

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bellexdarcy·:

Reading the media post about her were always the worst thing that Belle could do and yet she did it all the time. Her favourite posts were the ones that linked her back to her ex-husband, a man she hadn’t seen willingly in three years and yet also someone people seemed to be convinced she was getting back with. Her newest scandal was being involved with a costar whilst also screwing her ex— it was interesting what they could come up with. She looked up from her phone when she heard the voice, shrugging, “I was thinking the same thing.”

Noting that Belle was also on her phone she took a wild guess that she was reading the latest gossip as well. “Sometimes I wish I could live a day in the life of the people that come up with these stories.” She said, “Just to see how their mind works. If they pull these headlines out of thin air or do they have a list that they use.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed but well aware that she could do nothing to change her situation. “What are they saying about you recently?”

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feretichris·:

“Thanks.” he murmured, the smile gracing his features widening slightly as he took the bottle she was offering and focused on loosening the cap. Head slightly thrown back while he took a huge gulp, his peripheral vision let him know he had suddenly gotten someone’s undivided attention – was there anything sweeter than a role reversal as far as they were concerned? Perhaps. But, not in this moment. As Laila leaned over to get a closer look at the monitors, Christopher stayed put in the chair, allowing her body to brush against his before he answered her question in a hushed tone. “It felt much more natural to be behind the camera.” 

He shrugged at Laila and tilted his head toward her before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast channeling so many personalities and playing the different characters I did. As far as I can remember, I’ve always been imaginative– coming up with stories regarding all sorts of scenarios. How it would be staged, the details that would be added to really capture the viewer’s attention. To leave its mark. And bringing an entire scene or movie to life when the only thing you’re working with are a bunch of lines? That’s a feeling I can’t really describe.” The passion and enthusiasm etched on his face was genuine, as always when he talked about this. Though the way he kept himself close to her was done on purpose, to elicit a reaction from the raven haired girl nearby. “What about you? Why acting?”

As funny as it might have sounded; Laila felt as if she could listen to this man speak for hours about his work. It was the passion he had for his work that really captivated the female. You could see it on his face and hear it in his words that he loves what he does; Laila wasn’t so sure she could say the same. She loved acting, yes, but sometimes she wished she did more. Sometimes she felt like just an actress because that’s all that anybody saw. A part of her was jealous of Chris, that he had so easily found something that seemed to fulfill him the way that directing did. Acting didn’t do that for Laila; which was probably why she was so always so willing to see and try new things because maybe then she’d find something that did that for her.

Taken aback at his question she sat back in her chair, recrossing her legs; one leg accidentally brushing against his as she did so. She was too focused on his question to realize just how close she was to him; not that she minded. “If I can be totally honest for a minute...” She bit down on her lip, “If it wasn’t for my mother I don’t know if I would have ever become an actress.” She admitted and it was the first time in a long time that she had actually said it out loud. “She dragged me to almost every single audition and at first I did it just because she told me to but then at some point, acting became some sort of outlet for me. It lets me, even if it’s for a short time, be somebody that I’m not. It lets me put myself into different people’s lives and shoes...” That’s when the smile on her face reappeared and she remembered that she did love acting even if it didn’t fulfill her the way she would have maybe wished it to. “It’s like when you’re in front of the camera, for a second you forget that you’re acting. The cameras disappear and you are this person.” She then looked down at her hands, wondering if that even made sense. She tried to shrug it off, looking back up at the male. “For a second I get to be somebody else, I think that’s why I like acting.”

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feretichris·:

The day had been as eventful as most days on set. Something he was becoming more accustomed to. Nirvana was so different from everything he had previously worked on, but it had been rather easy so far to find his footing. Christopher had quickly noticed that Diana seemed to be heavily featured in the episodes he was assigned to and either that had been done on purpose or fate surely had a very cruel sense of humor. Working with her was already hard enough, but apparently she couldn’t help but put on a show with some co-stars whenever he was around. Was she trying to prove something? He couldn’t be sure. But, he had to admit that the sight of it constantly upset him to some degree. 

“And cut!” he shouted as he pulled the headphones off his head, letting them slide around his neck before he addressed the people in the room. “We’re doing it again. Five minutes.” As part of the crew attended to their different tasks, his eyes lingered more than necessary on Diana – who was shockingly making sure he had a front row view of the flirting going on. Feeling someone’s gaze on him, Christopher looked over his shoulder and offered Laila a small smile; nodding to let her know she could come closer. Perfect timing. “I’m guessing this is for me.” he motioned toward one of the bottles. “You can sit right here. It’ll be much easier if you’re close to the camera. Any questions before we get back to it?”

Rumors, stories, and lies had a way of spreading like wildfire here at studio 3 and while Laila chose to not believe a word she heard, standing there watching the interaction between Chris and Diana she could see why people talked the way that they did about those two. They didn’t speak but you could feel the tension around them. She didn’t care what happened between them or what was currently going on; that was their story and Laila wasn’t much for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong but there was a part of her that was curious. Who wouldn't be?

Offering him a small smile she took a seat next to him, crossing one bare leg over the other as she handed him the bottle of water. She leaned closer towards him, eyes scanning the screens in front of him. It was strange, seeing the set from this point of view. “First question,” She began, turning her attention back towards the male. “Why directing?... I mean, what made you want to go from in front of the camera to behind it?” Sure, it wasn’t a question about directing itself but she was curious as to how he had decided to even make this step.

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junobean‌:

“i’m not even that drunk, actually!” not entirely true - she’d gotten an early start and was never one to pace herself. “let’s start you off,” juno trailed off, looking around the kitchen counters at the excess of alcohol sitting around, “with a shot. get you caught up, right?” not prepared to accept any answer but a yes, she grabbed a bottle of tequila and two tiny glasses from the cabinet and set to work. “did not expect this many people to show. i mean, i should’ve known, its a party. but still, this is wild. you look good!” 

“You can never go wrong with tequila.” She said with a chuckle as she watched the girl ready her drinks. After the day that she had had she would need a few more shots to get her going. “Yeah, you should have known that the people in LA can’t say no to free alcohol.” Truth be told, Laila hadn’t put too much thought into her ‘look’ tonight. She had put on the first little black dress she had seen in her closet and decided it would be good enough. Her excuse was that it was just a house party but truth be told, she was too tired to try tonight. “Why thank you very much,” She offered the girl a smile. “You look stunning, as always.”