#I'm shooting a tv show : pre collingwood

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@protectisms continued from here

Lance leered down into the hole she'd left in the ground, careful to keep his distance to avoid falling down as well. He kept his arms folded in front of his chest a little while longer, assessing the state she was in, the remainders of the room were in. And...yeah. The place was fucked. If the owner grouping them together for a tour hadn't been a dead give away that this place wasn't the right one yet, this right here surely was.

All of it left him with a sour taste in his mouth and a sour look on his face. And it wasn't even necessarily the prospect of having to help her get out of there that pissed him off, just the whole day in general.

"Well. I've heard the stories about you and your husband. Agree to disagree I suppose" he replied, only to give her a somewhat angry snort. "Hey, for the record: not making a mockery out of any of this. It's my job, too. And so far, that one's proven that people like you are kinda...well. You figure. For what it's worth though...you're certainly a truckload better than our own psychic, I give you that. Maybe you should give him some lessons."

Letting out a sigh, Lance finally unfolded his arms and got moving.

"Hold on. We got some ropes and a ladder in our van. Believe it or not, I do have some human decency and care about safety on the job. Just...stay right were you are and don't go anywhere near the collapsed ceiling, okay. We'll have you outta there in no time."

With that, he left her alone for a moment, on his way to get said items and the rest of his team. Cutthroat or not, he wasn't going to leave people hanging in dangerous situations like that. And now that he thought about it, if he got her on his side with this, they had a hell of a case to get their 'touring fee' back, so...profit.

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He was certainly getting the direction this was taking now, going through a subtle little whole body shiver as he felt her fingers painting shapes into his chest. Traveling lower. Anticipating now as he tried his best to make things easier for her, inspired by her tug at his shirt. Getting rid of it by himself and then dropping his head back down to steal yet another kiss.

Naturally, this was when she chose to take him up on the tease. Getting an actual giggle out of him when she withdrew her hand again with that offhand remark.

"Oh, just okay then? Get outta here" he laughed, but before he could pretend to get off of her and out of bed her lips were on his neck now, dragging a low and more than pleased moan right out of him.

"Hm. Make that a lot and we're on the same page" came the answer after a bit of just enjoying what she was doing. Hands traveling down once more so they could sneak past the hem of her shirt and inside, bunching the fabric up so that more skin was there to be seen and explored. Getting bolder still when he moved back down on her again, leaving a trail of kisses and breezy touches all the way down to her now bare stomach. Unhooking her pants, no longer teasing or even saying anything. Just breathing hotly against her skin between the kisses. Always truly savoring this part right here. Like worship, unwrapping a great gift with all the time in the world. Taking the time to appreciate the moment itself.

She was very pleased to find he returned her enthusiasm, her arms wrapping around him to pull his body closer to hers. She could taste the cocktail he’d tried at the bar on his lips, tasting almost as good as he did. And damn if he wasn’t a good kisser, leaving her a little breathless by the time they’d actually reached the bed. Tyler certainly wouldn’t have minded getting right down to it, in fact she was already kicking off her shoes the instant they hit the mattress, a little giggle escaping her when they landed on it. The kisses moving down to her neck were met with a hum of approval, her hands immediately dropping to tug at the bottom of his shirt, making it clear that she felt there were far too many layers between them.

She had to stop herself from making a little sound of protest when he stopped. For a brief moment she’d completely forgotten about their joke with the view, far too focused on the feeling of his mouth against her skin. But oh, if he wanted to tease, two could play at that game.

“Hmm…” She made a show of looking at the picture, pretending to give it great consideration while she traced shapes on his chest with her finger. The movement of course wasn’t as casual and absentminded as she made it appear, her hand steadily moving down to his stomach, lower and lower while she took time to carefully assess the very important image on the wall… until she abruptly pulled her hand way and shrugged.

“It’s okay, I guess.” She smirked, and pushed herself up slightly on her elbows to better reach his neck. Returning the attention he’d paid to hers, she began to punctuate her words with kisses along it and up to his jaw. “But I think… I like this view… a little better.”

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A loud and theatrical gasp escapes his mouth as he turns on his heels so he can look back at her, still walking backwards as he does so. Looking at her as if she just said something entirely obscene.

"What?!" the theatricality goes on, though a mischievous smirk is already starting to break through.

"You're taking me home? I had no idea we were this far into our relationship already. Playing house...white picket fence....though truth be told.." Lance goes on, turning back around so he can give the place a good once over. "Where the fuck is the white picket fence? I don't see it..." Another gasp. Another spin. Only that when he's facing her again, the shiteating grin is obvious and no longer hidden. Because of course. He's having fun. Laughing at his own jokes.

"Oh no. Don't tell me. This is your way of telling me that there is not going to be a white picket fence for us, isn't it? Way to break my heart, Lehane." There is a little pout there, to try and sell the fake message, but soon enough, he just ends up laughing.

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@badassxbirdy continued from here

"Hey. Team Doofus over here is the reason why everyone's getting a hefty paycheck in two weeks" Lance protested as he took another bite out of the sandwich and gave Tyler a theatrical 'offended' look. Sasha folded her arm over her chest and, just like Tyler, gave him a big eye roll.

"Yes, Lance. Without you, we'd all be starving" she muttered, which in return earned her a huge grin from him, making it obvious that this was a thing neither of them had said for the first time. Once the host was done chewing a bit, he gave Tyler a chuckle and turned around a bit to look for the men in question.

"Oh no, T.C. is the big and responsible family man here. Just a good old day job. Isn't that right, T.C.?" he responded, earning another eye roll and "Fuck you, man" in passing as their cameraman carried some equipment out of the truck they were standing close to.

"It's all in good fun" Sasha was quick to reassure Tyler, obviously worried about the impression they were leaving on their guest with their talk. Lance didn't seem to care though, just kept eating his sandwich with all smiles for Sasha a moment longer, until his phone soon recaptured his attention again. His colleague used the time to focus back on their guest instead.

"So did the Ouija board do anything when you tried it? That was the first thing Lance tried on the show. Houston and I left the house because we were too scared to be around for it when he and T.C. gave it a shot for the b-roll" she admitted with a little laugh, which earned a barely there and soft snort from Lance. The corners of his mouth shot up, but his eyes remained glued to the phone screen.

"Told you that wasn't necessary. Nothing happened anyway" he muttered, but Sasha just shot Tyler a look that made it perfectly clear that she didn't care about that anyway, wasn't ever going to risk it, but was still curious to hear if the other woman had any stories to tell about it.

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[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue

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Given the near constant and insane amount of stress that comes along with trying to get a show off the ground, it really is no surprise that nine out of ten times, Lance is after an easy score. No strings attached, low effort, low maintenance, an hour or two to just come down and unwind.

Every now and then though, there still is that one out of ten. That takes hold of him whether he has the time for it or not. Not just physically, but mentally. Burning like fire and brimstone. Where it's about more than just unwinding. When it's all about unraveling.

Ever since he first laid eyes on Faith back in that bar, he's known that she is one of the very few who know exactly how to tease it right out of him. Effort. Dedication. True and unfiltered passion, bordering on an almost primal form of lust. So when she takes the initiative, takes exactly what she wants and when she wants just like she always does, this time, he meets her with the same fire in his bones. Digs the fingers of his right hand into her hair, grips the strands and doesn't let go, uses the motion to push her even closer towards himself, even deeper into the kiss.

And unlike most of the other times, he doesn't think about any of it one bit. No move calculated and mapped out in advance for maximum effect. Goes right with the flow instead - as his left hand sneaks past the hem of her shirt so it can brush against the naked skin above her spine, use its position against her lower back to pull her even closer. And this time, he doesn't say anything either, doesn't chuckle into her mouth although a very smug part of him would love to. He simply kisses right back, tongue meeting hers half way, exploring the same way she does until finally, he can't help himself, lets his mouth travel past hers and across her cheek and further below, teeth dragging along her neck. Thinks about giving her a dumb vampire joke for a second but then doesn't, because soon enough, the heat between them is starting to overwhelm him, won't let him think straight anymore.

With a sudden move he knows he might regret in a minute, he ends up grabbing her by her hips instead, lifts her right up for better friction, fumbling, no stumbling toward the next closest wall.

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His immediate instinct was to reach for the camera all over again, the second he saw more words forming on the paper. In real time. Holy fuck. But of course, he knew better than to try that, heeding the warning from the previous note.

"We? So there's more than just you? How many of you are here? Why are you here?" he kept asking questions by the time the "we" was finished being written on that paper. It was only after he'd finished his questions that he noticed the other words written on the note, scoffing and looking around once more.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, but refrained from telling these things to go fuck themselves for the insult. After all, he was getting prime fucking material here. Actual undeniable proof that there was something. When 'they' called him rude that did get a good chuckle out of him though, considering that he had, in fact, just had some rather rude thoughts indeed.

"Alright. You do have a point. I'm sorry. I do not mean to offend you. I haven't even introduced myself to you either. My name's Lance. I live here. You've come to my home. What is your name? Sorry, your names. What are you?"

More words appeared, turning this into a proper and fun interaction. He was still looking around all over his office, trying to catch sight of something. But the only thing he could really see was...no, was that? No, is it? The office, seeming darker at times. When his eyes fell back on the notes, even more words were there. Questions asked in return.

"Why? Well, because I want to make contact. With you. And what better way is there to just sit down and try to talk? It must be lonely, right? Not being part of this world anymore. Neither here nor in the spirit world, unable to connect. I'm not offering myself. I'm offering an opportunity. I mode of communication for you to make use of. So things just like you can get a chance to make themselves heard. To talk. To loved ones. About what happened to them. When they passed. Is there anything you want to share?"

A little smirk as his eyes go over all the words that have been written already. "Other than letting me know that I'm an idiot for trying."

The yelp made Kara smirk, pettiness always did help her anger just a little bit.

The shadows themselves seemed to contort, picking up a bit of pencil and scratching out yet more words onto the paper. "WE UNDERSTAND YOU." it paused for a split second before continuing "..ARE AN IDIOT"

Only an idiot or someone extremely powerful would treat an unknown entity as if it was a stupid child, they tended to take offence to that…and Kara could tell that this human was most certainly not powerful. He was incredibly normal, except for the fact that he seemed to believe that nothing from the Real World could actually touch him.

"AND RUDE." So very rude, responding to her presence in ways she did not entirely appreciate…then there was how he behaved around spirits. Baiting them to come out, though it was not as if Kara wasn't taking advantage of his ability to bait her prey into revealing itself.

"WHY TALK TO DEVICE. CAN NOT TRUST HUMANS." The human seemed to always want something, but Kara couldn't figure out why, and how the camera was involved. Whatever it was it made him foolish, and if he was going to insist on asking her questions then she would do the same to him.

Kara was pretty sure that he was intent on showing this to others, but she really didn't know why. It involved trusting people, humans who were unknown and had motives that could not be guessed. "YOU OFFER YOURSELF. ACT AS BAIT. WHY? WHAT REASON?"

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"You really don't" he replies, mostly because this sight and her interest honestly takes him by so much surprise. Soon enough, he figures how fucking rude and wrong this just sounded, so he's pretty eager to wave the notion off with a soft snort.

"I don't mean in a 'you seem stupid' kind of way of course. I've seen you work. Your sharp as hell and all. But...y'know" he goes on, letting out a sigh. It's the first time she's inside his actual apartment, not just some hotel room or random weird, but fun place. And seeing her head for his office instead of the bedroom, checking out all of his books and movies, the documentaries and biographies and shitload of encyclopedias he's still got from his studies @ UCLA is...something. It's personal. A whole lot less sterile and distanced than a random fuck in some room he paid for for a night or two.

He'd actually been counting on it still being the same more or less, even if this is his actual place. A bed's a bed after all. But here she is, showing at least some interest in what interests him, what's going on in his head and what he likes to fill it with. He gives her a shrug and enters his office so he can stand right next to her. In front of the large bookshelf that's filled to the brim with said books, dvds, binders, notes, and tech manuals. He takes a random one and leafs through it.

"We have random fun every once in a full moon. We fuck, that's it. Which is all fine and dandy with me by the way" he explains and puts the book he's picked back. Boring one. Not a good one to show. Sighing, he turns to face her proper.

"It's just a bit surprising, you being interested in anything else here, that's all. Snooping around my tech-y book shit. You always sound like you find my job and the whole Hollywood cliché pretty fucking stupid. Which is fair, too. Reality TV and all. It is crap. I know. Brings in the cash though, so." With that, he takes another book. His favorite. Printed sometime in the early 60s. A book about the art of cinematography and filmmaking. The first one his dad gifted him shortly after he got him his very first camera. The one that got him hooked. And here he is now. A film making degree and countless shows later. And he wouldn't trade his passion for the world.

"I'm still planning to go big with it one day. Motion picture, proper script, the whole deal. I fucking love film. Gonna keep learning and writing and reading about it until I get there. It's about so much more than TV."

He leafs through the book some more, lingers on his favorite pages with a smile on his face, then aims the smile at the bookshelf, followed by her face as he puts the book back.

"Now comes the part where you tell me you were just fucking with me and couldn't give less of a shit about anything in here. And that you actually just took the wrong turn on your way to the bedroom. Which is that way by the way" he goes on with a wink as he points at the door opposite the one that leads into his office.

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"Are you kidding me? Thank you for your call. Seriously. Just about made my day. Well, more like night, given the whole timezone deal and all" Lance replied, laughing in his typical fashion he always did when trying to lure someone in. The TV host put his phone on speaker so he could use both his hands to keep working on his laptop, eager to pull up the picture of the painting in question.

"You're the art conservator, right? I'm guessing my producer already sent you all the details and a quotation for the footage. We can give you anything you want. Close ups of the cracks in the painting, wideshots of it in the hall, you name it. Truth be told, I had no idea the thing was of any high value in your field. It boggles my mind that it's actually still sitting there in an abandoned mansion like that. We scouted the place last week. Stripped of the usual. Copper. Furniture. But yeah, the painting you're interested in is still there."

After a short pause, he couldn't quite help it. Because sure enough, a few extra bucks for raw footage he was going to be shooting anyway was always nice. But what was even better was the prospect of getting another talking head for his show. Someone who seemed to know their shit. About this painting. About art. About this.

"Maybe the stories about it being haunted are true" he half joked, half teased, taking a closer look at the painting in question - in the picture on his screen.

"I don't know how much Jerry's told you about our show and what we're going to be doing in the mansion. We're looking into supposed hauntings and the like. That painting's actually the main reason why I picked the location for my next episode. I'm doing all the research and now that we're talking, I'm actually still looking for interview partners. Genuine people who know their history and the like, who can really tell us what lies behind what's on their screen." After a short pause, Lance went in for the strike. Leaning back to propose his idea with confidence, even though she couldn't even see his body language through the phone.

"I was wondering: why don't you come over the big pond to take a look at it yourself while we're shooting your footage? You could tell us what it is that you want us to capture for you, and in return, I could ask you a few questions about our shared object of interest? I could have a word with my producer...tell him that we're not going to be charging you for the footage in exchange for you giving us one shooting day. That's about 5 to 10 minutes of screen time. Tell the audience all about this piece of art, why it should be preserved for future generation, why your work matters in cases just like this. It's going to be on national television. So it's going to be seen by a lot of people. Really, the more I play around with the idea, the more I think that we're helping each other with this. What do you say?"

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@pantslessoptimism continued from here

Notes in the fog of mirrors didn't have him too convinced. After all, it sounded a bit cheap, the been there, done that type. Then again, Lance now realized that no, he hadn't actually done that type of thing on the show yet, so he wrote that idea down after all.

"Huh. Would be kinda fun if it just happened somewhere in the background and the cameras clearly catch it, but we don't notice. That way, it'd only drive the point home even more. Yeah. That's a good idea" he played it through out loud, smirk only momentarily still there on his face because then it was already making way for a contemplative expression on his face - as Lance tried his best to come up with the practical side of that effect. VFX or not? Making stuff appear in a foggy mirror without seeing how. Yeah. Kind of a fun challenge, now that he thought about it. They were definitely going to try that. Check if it looked cool on set later.

His face only lit that much more when she went all out, threw the idea of a possession in the room. Now his mouth formed a big, excited "O" as he looked right at her, maybe a bit too gleeful. Truth be told though? He didn't give a fuck. This was awesome.

" Dangerous? Are you kidding? It's fucking perfect. Man, the audio edit we could do with this. I'm talking full blown mental dialogue, no,ghostly monologue. This is so good" he said, now more to himself as he kept scribbling and scribbling in his little notepad, writing everything that came to his mind right down. Soon enough though, he figured that he owed her a little more attention again. Given the great ideas she'd given him and how this had in fact been her initial request. More attention.

"Please tell me you didn't get your ideas just because you watched The Exorcist last night but because you're like... a fullblown aspiring writer or something. Because then I might just have to bug you with future brainstorming sessions. You're the first person in a while who's even willing to bounce some ideas around with me. So yes please, have all my attention."

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"Pretty terribly" he replied somewhat half-heatedly, his eyes still fixed on his shotlist. Until soon enough, the look on his face brightened up a little. Started to become intrigued. So he looked up after all and gave her a smirk, pointing at her with his pen.

"On second thought though....now you're giving me ideas. Jealous spouse ghost. Husband slash wife slash other felt neglected. Killed themselves inside the location to finally gain their love's attention. Widow slash widower slash whatever still didn't pay them any mind. Didn't even notice they were gone. Bam. Angry jealous spouse ghost. Started haunting the previous owner. Widow slash widower slash whatever flees the location. Jealous spouse ghost keeps haunting the place, looking to garner anyone's attention. Ding ding, here we are. Ready to investigate and bring them national attention. Oh, this is fucking glorious" Lance cheered and started scribbling down some bullet points, so he could flesh it out in a proper script later.

Grinning more and more the longer he kept going, until he looked right back at her, beamed that pleased grin right at her.

"You're good at this. Come on, keep going. If you were angry jealous spouse ghost, what else'd you do to get attention and piss someone off? Done the whole hiding shit and draining our equipment thing a little too often by now, so I need some new ideas. Hit me with your best shot."

A feigned shocked gasp left her lips, utterly offended that he wasn't giving in to her request. She knew he was behind, and she probably should be doing something more useful than sitting here trying to get attention, but she wasn't sure how to be useful on set so instead she thought maybe, just maybe distraction could help.

It usually worked for her.

"Oh, I don't know if I'd be a good enough spirit for that. Or would it be bad enough? No, I wouldn't haunt everyone, just you. You know, for contributing to my death but ignoring me," it's said with a cheeky grin, imagining all the little ways she could be Sophie the Annoying Ghost.

"Maybe I'll hide your keys, drain the battery in your car," it's said wiith a casual shrug, "You know, things like that. I don't know how well that'll transfer to the screen though."

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@pantslessoptimism sent : need a ride? | From the depths of my meme tag | Always Open!

Sure enough. From the outside, it totally might look like he needs a ride. Seemingly standing around in the middle of nowhere, nothing else but a notepad, a phone and a camera in hand. But he's here for work. And most of the time, that would be enough to get him all annoyed the second anyone dares interrupt his little thought bubble. Considering how...boring this place has turned out to be though, he's anything but irritated this time, actually meets her gaze with a smirk when he looks up from his notepad.

"My parents told me not to talk to strangers in cars. So no thanks" he replies, but the look on his face makes it obvious that he's joking. He puts the notepad down and casually walks over to her car, pointing behind himself with the pen still in his right hand.

"I'm parked way over there. So really, I'm good. Thanks for the offer though" he says through a smile, figuring that since they're talking already, he might as welll...

"I might just need some info from you though. I'm thinking about shooting a show around here. People say this stretch of road is haunted. You know anything about that?"

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@pantslessoptimism sent: ‘ what’s wrong with that? ’ | RANDOM DIALOGUE meme | Always Open!

"I didn't say that it's wrong, I just don't get it" he replied, not really bothering to hide how..annoyed he was.

"My team and I - pretty much anyone who's anything like us really - is aware of the risks involved. Most of the locations we shoot in are condemned for a reason. But that's exactly why we're doing it. We want that kind of thrill. Both on camera and behind it. So I really don't see the point why some people still feel the need patronize us or outright sabotage my shoots to keep us from 'hurting ourselves'. We're fucking adults. We choose this. Let us do what we want to do. And if we end up screwing ourselves over with it...who the fuck cares? How is that anyone else's business but ours?"

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Lance kept pointing his camera in the same direction they'd seen the strange mist disappear off to - eager to follow it. His eyes continuously darted back and forth between the LCD that illuminated both his face and immediate surroundings in a shade of green and the darkness of the hallway before him.

"We don't know that. It might still be here, maybe we just spooked it" he replied, barely having the time or thought to actually look at Ivan as he spoke.

"You really gonna give up this easily? We might actually have something here. Don't you want to know if your research's checking out?"

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huntresscaraquinn​:

“Thank you,” Cara replied with a brief nod, knowing she didn’t deserve his kind words but appreciating them nonetheless. That was until he rolled his eyes at her comment about Heaven and Hell, her words both firm and yet somehow vulnerable at the same time, “Don’t do that. What, you can believe in ghosts, you can believe in the possibility of one coming back to get revenge on another, but Heaven and Hell are out of the realm of possibility?” She paused before swallowing hard and carefully adding, “I’ve seen the latter. I know what happens there. So don’t you dare roll your eyes at me again.” Then Sasha was coming out of her hiding place, looking absolutely terrified as she rushed over to the man and held him. And she couldn’t help but wonder if there was something - even if it was a small something at that - but something more to him. Because he obviously cared about her, and she cared about him. So there had to be more to him than met the eye, at least to some degree.

Cara was silent, keeping an eye out for the ghost while giving them a moment before correcting the man, “I’m not a ghost hunter. And it’s okay, desperate times and all that. I’m Cara. And Lance, you and Sasha are going to follow my plan from earlier, all right?” Because the house was still completely sealed shut, and it was going to remain that way until the ghost was defeated. So she pulled the container of salt from her bag and started to make a ring around the two of them, only briefly stopping when he bragged to Sasha about being attacked by a ghost, shaking her head, “Don’t do that. Don’t fill her head with bullshit. That ghost put a hand in your chest, and could’ve kept squeezing until you died. There’s nothing exciting about this - about any of this. Stop pretending that there is.” She finished laying down the line of salt, explaining to Sasha what she already had to Lance, “Don’t break the line, and don’t step out of the circle no matter what. I also need you to tell me if there are cameras anywhere. Did you have time to set any of them up?” Lance was then asking Sasha if she was okay, if she was attacked, and as Cara surveyed the room again, she told them both, “I have a first aid kit in my bag, just let me know if you need it…”

“You mean the one where we draw a big salt circle and stay in it while you go deal with mister ghostly hands-in-your-chest? Yeah, that plan. I got it. We’ll do it. Don’t want the bastard getting all hands-y again” Lance replied to her question while looking down at Sasha, his occult specialist, when she asked “So that really works? Salt? I was never quite sure.” She was looking back and forth between him and Cara, until her questioning eyes eventually settled on the latter.

“Well, she was pretty adamant about it the whole way up here, so I guess it does” Lance replied first anyway, voice somewhat strained while he too shot a frown back at Cara. To him, it still sounded fucking ridiculous and he could hardly believe it. But then again. Maybe these two were on to something. Just maybe.

“No. The cameras are all downstairs with Matt. I was looking for Houston when things got really weird and all the doors started locking. I ran right up here because it’s the only place where they haven’t boarded up the windows. And thank you, I’m okay.” Sasha answered her question in the meantime. “You sure?” Lance was quick to ask, checking her once more, just to be sure. But the occultist gave him a simple nod and looked back at Cara.

“I..uhm..got a talisman right here. It’s supposed to ward off evil spirits. Will that help protect us, too?” Sasha asked next, and Lance couldn’t help but look right back at her. “What? You never told me that” he said, reaching for the thing she’d just pulled out from underneath her collar with gentle hands, so he could brush his thumb over its surface and inspect it. “You never asked” she countered, making him snort. “Yeah, maybe I should’ve. For all I know, maybe that thing right here’s the reason why we never fucking got anything on tape before” he mused, though his voice lacked the usual annoyance or venom. He smirked at Sasha instead when she kicked him for it.. Lance moved the talisman in his hand a bit more and angled it so Cara could see it better.

“What’s the expert’s take on this? Does it work?” he asked her, willing to give both women the benefit of the doubt. Anything to make Sasha feel safer, he guessed, though fuck you, he wasn’t ever going to say that out loud.

“And do you really think it’s a good idea to come at the guy up here? Isn’t it smarter to do this whole thing downstairs where we saw the guy appear? By the fireplace? Close to the exit door?That’s where he died, right?”

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open to: mutuals only, especially the ones I haven’t interacted with yet, but mains are also more than welcome no matter how many threads we already got going :)

verse:  pre canon

“You know what I need more of? Poltergeist stories but where the poltergeist doesn’t haunt some random poor person or family that just wants to live in peace. You got all these countless tragic ghost stories where some girl was murdered or some young guy was killed by a drunk driver in an accident, and they’re just haunting the place where they died, unable to move on, lurking around corridors, looking for company and peace. Why not combine the two into something much more interesting and awesome? If someone murdered my ass and/or took me out of my prime, I wouldn’t be an ass to some random stranger who had nothing to do with it. I’d be haunting the shit out of the person who killed me and go poltergeist on their ass. Full blown revenge story. Worse than Poltergeist and Exorcist combined. Mix of horror, thriller, but also comedy. Better watch out, I might just make it a proper movie one day. You’ll be the first I’m giving the call. Not sure which part of the two I’d give you though. Ghost. Haunted. Your pick, I guess.”

[demcnsinmymind]

@waitlonger​ asked : “  i wish you would not sneak up on me like that  ” 

If you knew him, then you knew that whenever he was having that certain look on his face, the one he was sporting right now, it meant he was down the tunnel. Scribbling about in his notepad, writing down thoughts and ideas, mentally going through shooting angles, plots, basically everything all at once.

He was still in the very early stages with this mansion. No signed contracts yet, no shooting permits, just your regular day to day run at the mill location scouting action. He was still doing it on his own and without his DOP. After all, this was only supposed to be the location their second episode. Their first if they were honest. After all, they’d shot their pilot almost a year ago, and that had happened in Washington.

A location based in LA was supposed to give them an easy start. After all, this mansion was infamous and a short 20 minute drive away from his own apartment. And Jerry, his producer, had all the right connections with the owners. Lance had spent a good 15 minutes inside the abandoned mansion all by himself, in a constant state of marvel, then disappointment, then marvel, then disappointment again. Because the place was kind of too well looked after. Sure enough. It was a California mansion. Its sale was going to pay top dollar. And it had its spooky vibes. But some of the rooms? Yeah, they were almost plain. He was currently busy inspecting one of said plain and very empty rooms when he heard the voice somewhere behind himself and actually jumped at it, cursing a little.

And when he turned around to complain and hand the intruder their ass right back at them, one of these prankster fucking LA teenagers who had nothing better to do with their lives, he was greeted by the sight of...well, her.

A woman. In a wedding dress. Telling him not to sneak up on her. It took him a moment of dumbfounded blinking, surprised, maybe even mesmerized by the sight of her in here for a moment. But sooner rather than later, pissiness and disbelief were starting to take over.

“Huh, seriously? A wedding dress? Did Jerry put you up to this? Or was it the owners? You trying to upsell the location for our shoot?” he let out a soft snort and went back to scribbling on his notepad.

“Sorry missy, but I’m not impressed. Besides, I told Jerry before and I’m gonna keep telling him. No reenactments on my show. No matter how pretty the dress. Or the actress. Now take your own advice and don’t sneak up on people like that. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”