Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: Iām chasing myself (I have been for years).
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OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN
as James in SURFACE (1.05)
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tilman ,
It was most fascinating being around Jack Harley. Tilman saw through him, he was a grifter, and a cheat, but damnĀ did that make him interesting. He could see the way he smiled and held his body as a way to invite Tilman in. The way he shifted to seem so dazzling, and Tilmanās own eyes raked over him as he did so. He wanted more, he wanted to see how far deep this all went. Tilman grinned, lapping up Jack Harleyās words, even if they were a farce.Ā āI donāt believe for a second that you missed me, darling.ā He purred.Ā āI think you missed my attention.ā His back straightens and he gives an open gesture.Ā āBut we both know I am more than happy to give it to you now.ā His hands fold together in his lap, eyes burning, giving Jack a challenge.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā alright, ā jack admitted in a round about way. ā letās say i did. ā a gestured shrug of his shoulders fell into a slouched over seated position, one that wasnāt at all considered proper and far too relaxed for the given environment. ā thatās still only something you can give me. ā and how was that any different from what heād said earlier? he reached for the glass soon enough, the overpriced alcohol something heād grown far too expectant of the past few months.Ā ā speaking of, ā a pause came about mid sentence to taste the wine he found far too dry,Ā ā iām going to want your attention next weekend. ā the details would remain unspecified, something tilman would come to find out about eventually but there was something to be said about the mystery of it all that gave way to far more excitement. the unexpected.Ā ā or this weekend, ā he slipped in. the drink nearly untouched had been abandoned back on the table between them.Ā ā dinner. iāll even let you pick where. ā
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wren ,
location / mirage country club golf course
closed starter / @revivclsā
with a hat and some sunglasses on, wren is hoping to go by largely unnoticed on the course. the mirage is known for being fairly private thanks to its long list of high profile clientele, but with those wide range lenses these days, you never know who will be snapping your picture. wren had hoped that with more time having passed, the news cycle would blow over. bigger scandals had happened, sexier stories had been leaked. but now every time he managed to get poorly photographed by some scum bag paparazzi, it typically followed with something along the lines of wren whitaker makes a rare outing, like he was some kind of hermit. and maybe he wasĀ ā but thatās why heād called jack to join him for a morning of golf, and maybe spitball some ideas past him. heād spent the last fourteen years tirelessly churning out films, that now after a year of doing nothing he was itching to get his hands back on a camera.Ā
āfuck,ā he mutters to himself after another terrible hit, placing his hand above his brow to shade his eyes as he squints in search of yet another missing golf ball.Ā āshit,ā he shakes his head, dropping his hand as he leans his weight on the golf club in his other hand.Ā āyou know i never really got into golf. why did this become the game of class?ā he tuts as he looks over at jack.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā oh, i can tell. youāre absolutely terrible at this. ā the nonchalant comment came complete with a grin most would intend to cushion the direct insult, but not jack. his left palm pressed against the rounded top of the golf club handle, an object used to support his weight leaned against it. ā rich men hitting around balls all day. ā he said nothing further to elaborate. the moments that had passed rendered jackās own memory of where his ball had been shot to a best guess, hopefully by the target. with the club secured, his right hand reached for the bag of golf clubs, the strap slung over his shoulder with a weighted difference the moment he took a step. ā have you seen julia yet? ā since her impromptu arrival back to los angeles from italy, jack's interactions had even been brief, the quiet bit he hadnāt said aloud when a browĀ quirked became his response to wrenās attire. ā mate, you look like someone who is trying to hide from someone. ā in other words, like every celebrity who wanted to hide from the paparazzi, or the ones who wanted their public perception to appear that way when in reality they had every tmz and fast news magazine on speed dial.
ā have you ever called the pap on yourself? ā he would have. if jack were anyone other than a plus one with a semblance of talent that wasnāt of the illegal sort. jack would have made sure every time he stepped out of a shop someone was there and in a way, he already had. untraceable back to him, but stories with his name in small font under an a-listers leaked for his own favor.Ā
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eady ,
She needed this. It was, admittedly, one of the luxuries she had come to take for granted, and the idea of not having this escape seemed unthinkable. What an odd junction, to be amongst the elite-- to be one of them, but to have seen how quickly it can all be lost. It creates a sort of guilt, a sort of desperation if not careful, and Eady did her best to counterpoise the feeling.
Strangely enough, that included indulging in the splendors of her status. Namely, the Ruby Resort. She needed this. The quiet, the escape, the anonymity. It reset her in a way she had come to rely on.
The woman had swam, and was now headed towards the Finnish Sauna to detoxify. It had taken her months to learn that Tuesdays were the optimal, and lease busy day at the resort, and she was pleased to find that the sauna was empty as she entered.
After throwing some water on the hot stones, Eady situated herself near the top, leaned back, and closed her eyes.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā morning. ā the breathless word was uttered the moment jack harley had made eye contact with the only other person in the sauna. a shared space that would become rather intimate regardless of who also came to occupy the sauna. he took the seat opposite and two steps down, enough space that acknowledgment wasnāt necessary, but it was.Ā ā itās not morning, ā he corrected, a chuckle followed in jackās own unsettlement. he eased his back against the wall, head tilted back and eyes caught hers once more. ā afternoon. ā yet, even the physical exchange of words hadnāt seemed to give way to the memory of flirtatious messages from not even a week ago. it wasnāt to say that she appeared different from her photo but hadnāt one of them meant to be out of the country? hadnāt he? a way to save face if his escapades ever caught up to him, which appeared to be the case.Ā
another glance stolen, this time with an expression that could only be likened to curious, but he shouldnāt stare ( not in a sauna ) but he did.Ā
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Cary Grant as T. R. Devlin
in Notorious (1946) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
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tilman ,
The startle of Tilman being told to purchase a bottle brought him out of his book, looking up to find a dazzling, familiar face before him. He looked over then to the waiter who looked for conformation. He nodded, wanting to give Jack Harley the thing he desired. Tilman would have a hard time saying no to that handsome face.Ā āJack.ā He beamed, putting down his book.
āDarling, Iāve never picked up a club in my life.ā He waves the sentiment off.Ā āBut if I could spend my time in a place with beautiful rich people being beautiful and rich? Then who am I to stay away.ā He takes in a deep breath, looking over Jack, who hadnāt been in front of him in what felt like an eternity. A whole marriage prior.Ā āSeems youāve felt the same.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā hmm? ā his gaze lifted from empty pockets and a desire left unfulfilled. ā about golfing? youād be correct. ā the reveal of attention parted between tilman and the craved oral fixation couldnāt have been more apparent then and ill-timed as jack harley hadnāt waltzed over to john for just any reason. an ulterior motive was as tied to jack as the title of author was to tilmanās name, and the other likely knew as much.Ā ā itās good to see you. ā blue eyes found tilmanās own, it was better that way, to make eye contact so that the words that left his lips next were delivered in such a way that it felt intimate. personal.Ā ā itās been a minute, new york. ā he clarified.Ā ā i missed you. ā the words accompanied a grin, the sort that jack so often held. a bottle of wine offered up to tilman for inspection disrupted the heart-to-heart, only placed down once approval had been given and wine poured before the waiters departure; gone as quickly as a houdini act.Ā ā and your parties, if weād call them as such. ā
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yesenia ,
@revivclsāā Ā /Ā Ā production company lot
She didnāt enjoy meeting with film executives much these days. Sure, she tossed some money at a couple films here and there in the last ten years but it was more of a passion of the content than it was for a passion over films. Still, it meant she had contact, and when Jack Harley mentioned wanting to get into the business, she put his butt in a seat.
Should she be doing it? Absolutely not. Yesenia should be denying his calls and telling him toĀ āget a lifeā or whatever it is you do for your friends. But Yesenia is terrible at these things, and she actively knows what she is doing is wrong, but here she is, standing in a parking lot, waiting for Jack to come out of his meeting as if she has skin in the game.
The door opens, and she readjusts her sunglasses, turning around.Ā āWell? You use that dastardly charm on them enough to get what you want?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a faux smile met with indifference, maybe even disdain, all alluded to by way of the door pulled open with a brutish tug left jack with a sensation that pooled in the pit of his stomach. heād dispersed in a rush. the hot pavement stained with oil and littered with cigarette butts had become a welcomeĀ sight, andĀ that alone confirmed what he already knew. what he already felt. ā you make it sound like a bad thing, ā jack quipped with a glance back, just once, just enough to confirm what the beady eyed man behind the glass had already, he wasnāt welcome back. heād entered a new world with hollywood, one where people could read the lies on his lips before they were ever uttered. one where the liars were professional, paid handsomely and adorned expensive garments as they walked down crimson red carpets. by this standard alone, he was not that, not to the professionals who sat in air conditioned rooms with suits perfectly tailored to reflect their debt card balance.
Ā ā i think iāll leave the acting jobs to julia. ā this was a set back, heād assure himself later alone at night with a glass of scotch in one hand and fingers pressing each digit of a shared credit card on the number pad of his phone with the other. late night infomercials would be the bane of many an argument once the credit card statements came in.Ā ā maybe iāll leave it to you too, if you do that anymore. ā
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alessandra ,
šššššššš.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā onĀ set.
ššš. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā @revivclsāā.
sylphĀ likeĀ silhouetteĀ perchesĀ comfortablyĀ inĀ castĀ chairĀ ,Ā Ā surnameĀ slantedĀ neatlyĀ onĀ fabricĀ ofĀ backingĀ toĀ signifyĀ levelĀ ofĀ importanceĀ toĀ projectĀ .Ā Ā concentrationĀ focusesĀ solelyĀ onĀ theĀ scaldingĀ hotĀ espressoĀ nestledĀ betweenĀ spindlyĀ digitsĀ ,Ā Ā barelyĀ registeringĀ theĀ flurryĀ ofĀ peopleĀ flittingĀ pastĀ thatĀ wasĀ untilĀ familiarityĀ ofĀ masculineĀ slinksĀ intoĀ peripheralsĀ ,Ā Ā gainingĀ aĀ liftĀ ofĀ cognacĀ opticsĀ ,Ā Ā studyingĀ forĀ aĀ momentĀ beforeĀ voiceĀ slicesĀ throughĀ humĀ ofĀ setĀ .Ā Ā Ā ā Ā jackĀ ,Ā Ā isnātĀ itĀ ?Ā āĀ Ā aĀ Ā quizzicalĀ liftĀ ofĀ groomedĀ browĀ ensuesĀ beforeĀ yetĀ anotherĀ sipĀ isĀ takenĀ fromĀ acridĀ contentsĀ ofĀ cupĀ .Ā Ā Ā ā Ā howĀ areĀ youĀ findingĀ setĀ lifeĀ ?Ā Ā readyĀ toĀ tearĀ yourĀ hairĀ outĀ yetĀ ?Ā āĀ Ā certainĀ brandĀ ofĀ humourĀ liltsĀ withĀ deadpannedĀ sarcasmĀ .Ā Ā curiosityĀ piquesĀ atĀ hisĀ presenceĀ ,Ā Ā observationsĀ areĀ inĀ questionĀ ,Ā Ā hopingĀ thisĀ fleetingĀ interactionĀ willĀ provideĀ someĀ semblanceĀ ofĀ insightĀ .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā itās exceptional. ā it was as if heād conjured up the word from a dictionary intended for that very question with every other adjective flat in comparison. a lackluster response couldnāt bear the outcome heād intended ā the appreciation jack would wear on his sleeve for the remainder of that day, no, that interaction. heād squeeze every last opportunity out until forcibly discarded, like a tree that could no longer produce fruit. he used people. heād try to use her.Ā ā give me a few years and iāll let you know, ā he chimed in half-heartedly.Ā ā right now iām just insanely jealous of you. ā pocketed hands and tall stature turned towards the woman in the physically identified highest ranked seat.Ā ā when i was younger, ā shoulders shrugged and eyes turned to the scene enclosed by cameras.Ā ā i thought i would have been like that one actor, the good looking guy with the blonde hair. ā a hand ran through his own light strands. ā he got discovered in a pub or something, so i used to go to try to go to places i thought casting agents would be and start a scene to get attention. ā he didnāt. not entirely, but the curated image it created was charming enough that the truth seemed . . . trivial.Ā
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julia ,
Ā childish?Ā juliaāsĀ comeĀ toĀ useĀ herĀ wordsĀ sparinglyĀ aroundĀ jackĀ ā Ā itĀ isnātĀ entirelyĀ hisĀ fault,Ā merelyĀ theĀ muscleĀ memoryĀ sheāsĀ takenĀ onĀ afterĀ husbandĀ numberĀ three.Ā everyĀ syllableĀ exchangedĀ isĀ aĀ weapon,Ā andĀ juliaĀ hasĀ longĀ chosenĀ herĀ battlesĀ wiselyĀ ā¦Ā orĀ soĀ sheĀ thinks.Ā anĀ archedĀ browĀ andĀ narrowedĀ gazeĀ quietlyĀ conveysĀ simmeringĀ irritation,Ā butĀ evenĀ theĀ slyĀ actressĀ knowsĀ thatĀ sheāllĀ haveĀ toĀ faceĀ theĀ inevitable.Ā ācertainlyĀ noĀ moreĀ childishĀ thanĀ refusingĀ toĀ signĀ aĀ simpleĀ pieceĀ ofĀ paper,āĀ sheĀ hums,Ā slenderĀ digitĀ circlingĀ theĀ rimĀ ofĀ herĀ merlotĀ thatĀ aĀ dutifulĀ assistantĀ hadĀ onĀ standbyĀ uponĀ herĀ arrivalĀ āāĀ godĀ blessĀ āem.Ā āyouĀ certainlyĀ knewĀ howĀ toĀ signĀ quiteĀ quicklyĀ whenĀ itĀ cameĀ toĀ ourĀ marriageĀ license,Ā afterĀ all.āĀ sheĀ refusesĀ toĀ allowĀ herselfĀ toĀ fallĀ victimĀ toĀ cynicism,Ā aĀ herculeanĀ taskĀ inĀ theĀ entertainmentĀ industry,Ā butĀ theĀ whispersĀ thatĀ herĀ newestĀ husbandĀ hadĀ aĀ dollarĀ signsĀ inĀ hisĀ eyesĀ inĀ lieuĀ ofĀ genuineĀ affectionĀ seemĀ toĀ haveĀ grownĀ louderĀ andĀ impossibleĀ toĀ ignore.Ā hisĀ questionĀ brieflyĀ colorsĀ herĀ cheeks,Ā recoilingĀ herĀ handĀ andĀ avertingĀ herĀ gaze.Ā āwithĀ theĀ restĀ ofĀ myĀ noveltyĀ jewelry,āĀ sheĀ demurs,Ā lipsĀ curvingĀ upwardsĀ slightly.Ā ādoesĀ itĀ reallyĀ matter,Ā jack?Ā itāsĀ symbolicĀ ofĀ nothingĀ atĀ thisĀ point,Ā andĀ iĀ donātĀ likeĀ toĀ playĀ pretendĀ offĀ theĀ clock.āĀ sheĀ pauses,Ā hopingĀ theyĀ canĀ findĀ someĀ amicableĀ resolutionĀ toĀ thisĀ charade.Ā Ā āitĀ doesnātĀ haveĀ toĀ beĀ thisĀ difficult,Ā youĀ know.Ā lotsĀ Ā ofĀ beautifulĀ peopleĀ inĀ thisĀ town,Ā youāllĀ beĀ setĀ onĀ yourĀ secondĀ marriageĀ byĀ spring.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he smiled, not because her answers were somehow comedically timed, but simply the theatrics of it all. everything about julia made way for the camera. she may have not expressed enjoyment for the charade behind closed doors, but the woman was nothing, if not short of a performer. ā itād be easier. ā calloused fingertips pressed against the creased lines on his forehead, the unspoken indication to the onset of a headache. the credit was entirely hers to claim. ā if i wanted them and not you. ā and he did, didnāt he? certainly his john hancock had claimed so, but julia had her friends, those who didnāt care for jack; those who whispered in her ear like a sirenās call to leave, again. sometimes those whispers were louder than his clamor could ever be.Ā personal space disregarded, jack reached a hand to the curvature of her waist and by way of a slight pull, inched his wife closer if sheād allow it.Ā ā i signed that license because i wanted to marry you. ā a softened tone had been as fleeting as the words he spoke and as quick as the temper quelled. ā and i thought you did too. ā corners of his lips fell to a frown that dared to be permanently etched across his features. a delayed reaction pressed the pad of his thumb across her cheek, a ghost-like hover.Ā ā maybe, just maybe, youāre a better actress than even you think. ā
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Ā šµš : Ā @avangelinesāāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he looked at her the way every man did, and that was the problem. avageline castro was a conjured-up fantasy from a film. by nature of that fact, every assumption he had of the actress was already placed upon her the moment she stepped foot over the threshold. heād done the same to the scarlet-haired woman he now called his wife, but a lesson was seldom learned by way of his own actions. he couldnāt have been the only one, and he wasnāt; but jack had been the most obvious. the most shameless. present company was left abandoned, much like the lit cigarette between two fingers thatād only called to his attention by way of the smoke that climbed the air. a strange likeness to the way jack had encountered every relationship heād come across amongst the elite; a thin veil thatād vanish, but once acknowledged, was ever present.Ā ā do you know her? ā the question finally caught jackās ear.Ā ā as much as you do. ā maybe as much as most did.
a silver screen siren yet to be blemished, until the moment she would fail the image of perfection. this was the reason to gaze from afar instead of the approach that beckoned him to push past those whoād gathered in the plaza lobby. and what then? jack liked to think fantasies would come to fruition, but even he knew confidence was a facade, vanishedĀ by proximity of her presence.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā asĀ itĀ is,Ā thisĀ thingĀ calledĀ Ā āĀ homeĀ āĀ doesĀ littleĀ moreĀ thanĀ provideĀ tableĀ spaceĀ andĀ aĀ bedĀ toĀ collapseĀ into.Ā theĀ furnitureĀ andĀ decorationĀ hadĀ beenĀ organizedĀ byĀ hisĀ bird-in-a-handĀ assistant,Ā meaningĀ nickĀ hadĀ scarcelyĀ lookedĀ atĀ itĀ sinceĀ movingĀ in.Ā Ā knick-knacksĀ heādĀ neverĀ seenĀ setĀ onĀ topĀ ofĀ booksĀ heādĀ neverĀ readĀ placedĀ inĀ shelvingĀ designedĀ byĀ swedesĀ andĀ builtĀ byĀ evenĀ lessĀ fastidiousĀ hands.Ā hadĀ theyĀ securedĀ itĀ toĀ theĀ wall ?Ā heĀ shouldĀ beĀ concernedĀ aboutĀ thatĀ sortĀ ofĀ thing,Ā anyway,Ā andĀ heĀ wouldĀ beĀ ifĀ heĀ werenātĀ completelyĀ affrontedĀ byĀ hisĀ surroundingsĀ inĀ general.Ā losĀ angeles.Ā devastatinglyĀ impractical,Ā impatient;Ā hisĀ secondĀ nightĀ hereĀ aĀ fireĀ hadĀ tornĀ throughĀ halfĀ aĀ neighborhoodĀ justĀ overĀ theĀ hill.Ā still,Ā whenĀ heĀ stepsĀ outside,Ā theĀ headyĀ smellĀ ofĀ carbon-burningĀ smokeĀ hangsĀ onĀ theĀ air.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā allĀ thatĀ said,Ā nickĀ doesnātĀ needĀ toĀ lookĀ upĀ toĀ knowĀ whatĀ jackāsĀ referringĀ to.Ā thatĀ photoĀ āĀ heādĀ putĀ thatĀ upĀ hisĀ firstĀ night.Ā seesĀ itĀ justĀ aboutĀ everyĀ morningĀ whileĀ heĀ drinksĀ hisĀ coffee.Ā thinksĀ aboutĀ herĀ havingĀ coffeeĀ withĀ theĀ manĀ whoĀ lovesĀ herĀ betterĀ thanĀ heĀ did.Ā turnsĀ awayĀ andĀ finishesĀ hisĀ coffee.Ā Ā āĀ iĀ neverĀ reallyĀ understoodĀ theĀ saying,Ā letĀ deadĀ dogsĀ die.Ā orĀ maybeĀ iāveĀ justĀ neverĀ beenĀ anyĀ goodĀ atĀ it.Ā āĀ Ā nickĀ saysĀ withĀ aĀ shrug,Ā glancingĀ upĀ fromĀ theĀ cuttingĀ boardĀ toĀ catchĀ jackāsĀ eye.Ā looksĀ backĀ down;Ā carefullyĀ slicesĀ openĀ theĀ fleshĀ ofĀ aĀ jalapeƱo.Ā Ā āĀ howĀ areĀ youĀ withĀ spice ?Ā āĀ Ā heĀ fillsĀ theĀ deadĀ air,Ā scrapingĀ backĀ theĀ seeds,Ā noisilyĀ knockingĀ themĀ intoĀ aĀ plastic-linedĀ garbageĀ bin.Ā thenĀ heĀ dices,Ā andĀ theĀ spiceĀ pricklesĀ atĀ theĀ innerĀ cornersĀ ofĀ hisĀ eyes;Ā blinksĀ hard,Ā wipingĀ oneĀ eyeĀ withĀ theĀ backĀ ofĀ hisĀ hand.Ā Ā āĀ howādĀ iĀ knowĀ āĀ āĀ heĀ starts,Ā thenĀ looksĀ backĀ up.Ā pauses,Ā sensingĀ theĀ fundamentalĀ shiftĀ inĀ theirĀ casualĀ conversation,Ā oneĀ heĀ isnātĀ exactlyĀ preparedĀ for.Ā soĀ heĀ setsĀ theĀ knifeĀ down,Ā washesĀ hisĀ hands,Ā andĀ driesĀ themĀ onĀ theĀ towelĀ overĀ hisĀ shoulder.Ā Ā āĀ thatāsĀ ā¦Ā āĀ Ā exhale,Ā Ā āĀ aĀ longĀ story,Ā āĀ Ā heāsĀ pouringĀ twoĀ healthyĀ glassesĀ ofĀ wine,Ā aĀ giftĀ fromĀ john.Ā Ā āĀ whyĀ doĀ youĀ ask ?Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā spice? the question seems arbitrary amongst the more intrusive thoughts heād allowed to infest his mind.Ā ā fine. ā jackās answer was blunt and to the point, saved detail heād go into later about childhood venturers with games that dared him to push past the bodily warnings of his tolerance; the ciaro hospital story would wait, or would it? the pleading knock on nick kovalskyās door had been calculated, not a stop by to play catch up over a bottle of gifted wine, though the forced smile when the door had been pulled open said otherwise.Ā ā ju - ā he wasnāt ready. her name caught on his tongue, unable to be uttered again at that moment.Ā ā just curious. ā the manās form shifted against the warmed leather of the seat that gave way to every single movement however slight by way of the sound. jack found himself taking another glance over his shoulder at the photo. unnecessary comparisons conjured up from a photograph would soon find their way to his own marriage. did they smile like that? or did the permanent frown seep through every photo heād taken with julia?Ā ā you looked happy. ā how deceiving appearances could be.Ā
the friction of the leather announced another movement, jack rose to his feet. long legs stretched out and a single turn had him faced towards the man in the kitchen.Ā ā iāll consider myself lucky then, ā the words were noted with a breathy tone, ā iāve got nothing but time for a long story. ā momentarily, his gaze had turned to the wooden floorboards below.Ā ā until you kick want to me out. ā and as if to ease the reality of it all, he smiled.Ā for once jack had finally admitted to someone his intentions; what heād use them for before he actually did. in nickās case, time.Ā
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šµš :Ā Ā @antonlapisāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā red velvet drapes pulled together, extinguishing theĀ stage spotlight as dim house lights illuminated the onlookers of the audience. everything was reveled then and there. one show had ended, but as a tall figure stood by proxy of one of the tables nearest the stage with hands shoved into the pockets of his dress trousers, another had begun. there was no coincidence as to why jack had slowed heavy footed steps to arrive where he did. anton might have been without accompaniment, for now, but he had never been so easily missed.Ā ā is the mrs. making an appearance? ā he called to the designerās attention with a voice that was gruff, as if he hadnāt spoken all day, or on the contrary spoken ( or dare say shouted ) far too much in the past few hours. unfortunately, that was a tell in itself. but an invitation hardly needed be presented for jack to take the presumed empty seat to antonās left as if his name were written across it etched on the seat backing.Ā ā whiskey. neat, ā he uttered to whoever would listen and turned to face the designer front on with nothing more than a smile, the usual one saved for people like anton ā people he didnāt trust because they all played the same game.Ā
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šµš : Ā @tinseltownsāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā go smoke outside, ā he could hear it now. not in that cinematic tone that was like honey if such a thing could be imagined to be heard, but the tone julia had specifically curated for husband number five. jack watched her, out of the corner of his eye, the way she moved about the room. there was something calculated about it or at least he came to assume as such because he knew her; he liked to think he did.Ā ā the funny thing is you think this is punishment. ā he paused to await the response he knew wouldnāt come. the lit cigarette came to rest on the corner of a lead crystal ashtray, now abandoned in favor of his wife whose hand he reached for once heād crossed over to the actress.Ā ā but donāt you think the silent treatment is a bit childish? ā jack let out a haughty chuckle, disbelief seemed to have come over him that she could be so dramatic about everything; it was her profession after all.Ā ā the divorce paper stunt when you were a whole continent away and now ā ā heād noticed. jack harley had finally noticed. unsettled eyes darted up from juliaās left ring finger. ā whereās your wedding ring? ā
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