You know what? *Smiling at him* Mushrooms sounds very good actually. I love a good mushroom-sauce. Fits the autumn-mood we have in here right now just
perfectly. *My mobile starts to ring again. Throwing a very annoyed look on it mumbling* Maybe some other mushrooms might help me even better right
now. *Winking at him* Jesus I can't believe it. What the heck is wrong now? *Then just swiching the plague off* Enough now. Food first!
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Posts: 1217 (03/01/09 16:08:29) Garden of Egan |
Eventually Steve and me manage to work hand in hand, without hacking at each other.
I'm watching over the noodles and he stirs the sauce. The moment I tell him the noodles are ready he's there with a sieve and smiles. As I mix the noodles with the sauce he starts to uncork a bottle of red. Peace. Finally. Guess we both are exhausted from the day, which was a heavy one. But now, there's no horses to be seen for nor any unnerving 'drover' or 'stockman' as this Egan guy prefers to be called. Jesus Christ. I am still a bit annoyed with him mixing up my name. I mean, I suppose even a cow doesn't like to be mixed-up, once she got a name. We put everything on the table and are about to sit down and eat… …when my phone is starting to ring…. Steve rolls his eyes and tells me not to take that call. But as I am not on a holiday in here, I shrug and switch my phone open. 'Hello?' 'Hey, there. Tulip.' Boss. Clipped voice. Immediately I sense some stress and discomfort in there and starting to get all tight too. 'You can kick that shoot over the moon!' 'I can…what?' 'Moneys out! You're out! Everything is out! Recession, you know! Tell the snapshooter he's out too!' 'Pardon?' 'It's over Baby.' 'What? You mean this shoot is cancelled, after all the work we put in it?' 'Not only the shoot…you are cancelled too!' 'What???' 'The agency is bankrupt, Dumbhead. You are on your own now!' 'What the….' CLICK. Looking at Steve with a completely flabbergasted expression, the phone still at my ear: 'The job just blew. Everything blew, as it seems, … I guess, I just lost my job…???'
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Posts: 358 (03/15/09 18:38:37) The Dick |
"What? What you mean, the shoot's cancelled? Isn't that what I heard you say? Hey, you know, my contract calls for half the money up front and the
other half upon completion. I hope you put in my bill for starting this job ... and I expect your agency to ..."
Steve's in mid-rant, so upset over the loss of this lucrative contract with the German agency! He cannot believe it. With the economy the way it is, he can't afford to lose good projects. But in the midst of his own troubles, he suddenly realizes that Tulip's sitting there with her cell in her hand, her mouth hanging open and the oddest look on her face. Her skin actually looks green. "Are you going to be sick, Tulip? The bathroom's that way..." He points down the hall. She doesn't move. She doesn't seem to be hearing anything. He snaps his fingers before her face. "Halllloooooooooo?! Anyone home? About my money?" Happy, Happy, Happy...all that shit...
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Posts: 1221 (03/16/09 16:08:54) Garden of Egan |
(I feel sick. I can't believe, what I just heard. My head is buzzing. Through a haze I see Steve jumping around me. It looks somehow funny. So I smile
at him. I feel even more sick. Him screaming makes my head ache. Him jumping around me makes it even worse.)
Stop it Steve! Please. (Steve does not stop at all. Quite the opposite. My stomach is heaving) Excuse meeeee.... (And I run for the bathroom) 
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Posts: 359 (03/17/09 03:40:12) The Dick |
"Greaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt." Steve moans as Tulip runs to the bathroom.
He paces the floor, waiting, thinking, worrying. And then he realizes there's really nothing he can do. He just has to accept this. And he has to find more work. Now he starts thinking this over. When Tulip finally reappears, Steve shoves a glass of wine in her hand, tells her to drink up. She swallows it down in one. He takes her back to the Big Sur Inn, his mind distracted. He tries hard not to whine but he does anyway. In his distracted state, he lets her off at the office rather than at her cabin door. And then he drives away, after telling her he'll figure something out. Tulip stands before the office, watching Steve's car take off. She turns in a circle, gazing up at the stars, trying not to cry or scream or fall on her knees, even if she feels wobbly and about to fall into oblivion. Here she is, in a foreign country, out of a job, lost, lonely ... and pissed as hell that the one person who should even care about this has just dumped her off here without even asking her how she was going to handle all this now! Happy, Happy, Happy...all that shit...
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Posts: 486 (03/17/09 03:48:44) The Man |
Egan's inside the main building of the Big Sur Inn. He and Richard LeBrok are sharing a table by the window in the small restaurant, drinking beers, not
talking much. Suddenly, Richard has to handle a newly arrived couple seeking a room for the night. Egan gazes outside, idly. His mind is elsewhere when another
car pulls up. He sits bolt upright when he sees it's Steve driving and Tulip in the passenger seat.
If that bastard has come to the inn, thinking he's getting a room, having his way with this woman ... Egan does a slow burn as he stares through narrowed eyes. But then he feels a jolt of surprise when Tulip climbs out the car by herself and Steve roars off, just leaving her there. He watches her intently; her face is drawn, her hands seem to twitch and clench. Then she looks up at the stars and does a slow, uneven turn. Okay, he doesn't know what she's up to. But he does know she's right there. So he grabs his coat and he hustles in her direction. As he opens the door of the Inn's office, he's just in time to watch her complete one more jerky circle. He thinks he's never seen any sight quite so right as this woman, lost in some other world of thought and unaware of the impact she's having. Just then, her ankles seem to entangle and she stumbles. Egan takes two long steps and catches her before she has the chance to regain her footing. His arms are around her waist. "Careful now, Camellia," he says softly. "I've been told flowers bruise easily. That true?" ~~ The Man ~~
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Posts: 1223 (03/21/09 15:38:15) Garden of Egan |
So this is it?
This is what you feel like, when you are thrown out of the game? It is a weird feeling. The world is still the same. Nothing has changed, besides the fact that 'your' photographer suddenly can't get you off his back fast enough. *Set out somewhere close to the motel, I feel wobbly again a bit. The night is chilly and clear. I lean my head back to watch the stars. Breathing in deeply I try to make out the sign of Orion, but can't find it anywhere. Different continent, different stars. I feel lost suddenly. Even extradited somehow. Like I'm sailing on a ship of fools, like I'm on a carrousel, I can't get off. Involuntary I spread my arms and start to turn around and around myself, calling out:* 'Stop the world! I wanna get off!' *That is when I hear the gravel crunch under someones feet behind me. My own tangle suddenly and I loose my balance...just to get caught by strong arms encircling my waist. I inhale a scent of fresh hay and soap and...beer... and something else and all combined it smells like heaven or a save haven. But then, an all too well known throaty voice whispers in my ear:* 'Carefull now, Camellia, I've been told flowers bruise easily. That true?' *My fears turn into fury in an instant. This really is the very last voice, I want to hear right now. That arrogant cowboy or horseboy or drover or whatever he calls himself could rot in hell and I wouldn't care. I don't need him to rub my nose in being exchangeable, calling me whatever but my name. My, by now, Ex-Boss made a good job of that already only one hour ago. I struggle out of his hold. Breathing heavily, face flushed, I almost spit in his face.* Get off!!! I just can't believe how someone can have an ego as big as yours. Don't you get it, when someone can't stand you? Did you ever heard something about 'overestimating his own capabilities'? So leave me alone. I need fresh air! *Running away from him and toward the coast. Hopefully far away of everything. A song from my very early youth suddenly returns over and over in my head. And I repeat the words again and again:* 'Save me, save me from tomorrow, ...I don't want to sail with this ship of fools....I want to run and hide...' *Standing at the end of a cliff later. I like how the wind feels and I like the smell of the sea. Despite my vertigo I sit down close to the edge and try to calm down. But then suddenly I notice this nasty sliding sound...* P.S. Sorry, this had to have a bit of a trim. 
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Posts: 487 (03/24/09 18:40:06) The Man |
Continued in Egan's thread...
~~ The Man ~~
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Posts: 77 (08/09/09 20:54:06) ...from the flames... |
...A hero rises...
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