#oughtabeinpxctures: paulo

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

VAMPIRE SPOOKY DAD TIME WOOHOOO

Sometimes there were long stretches between seeing Mister Paulo, so Crutchie didn't think too much of it at first... but this time had been longer than most and the longer it drew out, the more worried she became. It was freezing out, and people died in the cold. She knew that specific danger from her own personal experience. And not to mention, there was that weird series of murders that had been going on, too... All the victims dead with nothing but some bruises and two tiny holes in their neck... Was her friend alright?

Finally, though, she saw him and rushed to him immediately and excitedly, only to freeze for moment, tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy dog, when she saw his condition. "Mistah Paulo, ya look awful... Are ya ok?" She hadn't even said hi yet, but she rushed up to him, looking at him with a concerned frown all the while. "I missed ya, ya know. An' I was worried!"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

"But I wanted to! Ya always so cold an' pale an' ya gotta keep warm!" She was adamant, and was beaming up at him. "I know they ain't tha brightest an' that they's kinda patched an' all, but I hope they's ok."

"What? Really?" She looked surprised, but continued to smile at him. "Well, that's awful nice of ya, but like ya said, ya didn' need ta do that..." Was that hypocritical?

"Hey, Mistah Paulo! I got a surpruse fer ya!" Charlie ran up with a smile before pressing a couple bundles of things into his hands. "I gotcha some scarves an' gloves an' a hat, too! I got 'em second hand, of course, but they oughtta be nice an' warm!" She was so excited she spoiled the prize. "Merry Christmas!"

“What—” her running up to him caught him off guard, and it took him a moment to process just what she said and was giving him.

“You…you didn’t need to do that,” he said, looking down at the items. “…thank you, Charlie…Merry Christmas.”

“… I have something for you as well, but you’ll need to come back to my place with me for it.”

[moralmortuary]

What happened to the guess room

"They burned through the rug and into the floorboards and destroyed the plaster on the ceiling. The drapes have a permanent scent of ozone. This house has enough trauma as it is, they didn't need to add to it."

[manicpanicaddict]

“You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.”

"You wish you were as intimidating," she scoffed between mouthfuls of lo mein, "You try being this short and handling aggressive customers."

It wasn't often, but occasionally they did get the wrong crowd in the bookstore.

"...Do you need a fork?"

[antioceas]

@oughtabeinpxctures

" I would say you're lucky no one has flirted with me since the last time we spoke - but I think we both know how I'm not exactly friendly. " It was meant as a joke, something to break the ice. But even Darius could feel a certain tension in the air. Had he upset Paulo?

" ... Unless you are the reason no one has flirted with me since. "

[daedaluscried]

@oughtabeinpxctures​

“ M-mister Paulo. Can I talk to you... I... “ Her body was shaking, fear rippling through her body, “ Please... I d-don’t want to talk to Darius about this. He’ll... he’ll make fun of me. “ And, she sometimes wondered if he was to blame for her recent bout of nightmares - even if their relationship had healed a bit.

[bloodenkids]

Character Info Sheet

name: Lucy Bloodengutz/Katherine Kurtzberg

name meaning:

Light for Lucy / Pure for Katherine. Point and laugh at the irony.

alias(es)/nicknames: Technically Lucy is the alias, since her legal name is still Katherine, but she considers it like a real name. Nicknames are Kat and Katie, but they haven't been used much recently

ethnicity: American of German, English, and Armenian descent

one picture you like best of your chara:

Always makes me think of the Kat that may have been if she'd not been through the trauma that made her Lucy. It's very back of the book author picture

three h/cs you've never told anyone:

1. Lucy, due to going off the deep end, never went to college. She was accepted to a lot of good schools and even had full rides some places. She just never replied to any of them, since she was in such a deep depression at the time. She's considered reapplying before 2. Larry actually wanted to continue the Mary based names for girls more than Marianne did. She took no stock in the family legacy in that sense, just the generations of psychiatrists. Larry was the one that suggested Maria, which ended up being her middle name. 3. She can't handle anything more alcoholic than wine. She likes the idea of pretty martinis, but she will get drunk very quickly if she actually drinks them

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

1. Reading. She's still an avid reader and is always after new avant garde fiction to consume 2. Listening to music and disassociating 3. Watching old Hollywood movies

eight people your character likes / loves:

1. Her brother, Harry 2. Reynolds (RIP) 3. Paulo (@oughtabeinpxctures) 4. Dom (@hxuntedshxdows) 5. Nadia (@birdhouse-in-thesoul) 6. Julian (@phantomcurtaincall) 7. Bird (@marisetcaelum) 8. Carlos (@handicappedbuenchico)

two things your character regrets:

1. Not doing anything when her godfather was being held hostage and then killed 2. Her failure to get her work out there/her inability to procure justice. She feels like she's spinning her wheels

two phobias your character has:

1. People she loves dying 2. Becoming like her father

tagged by: @loomiskiller

tagging: anyone who wants to!

[feralhippie]

@oughtabeinpxctures

A new bar full of new regulars was just what Kale needed, his old gigs not bringing in enough money anymore. He usually spread himself out over a bunch of small gigs, with most of his funds coming in from selling psychedelics and other soft drugs. But as tended to happen from time to time, business had been slow enough for the past week to necessitate him trying a new scene. For the past few days Kale tried to familiarize himself with the regulars, friendly with anyone who even looked like they might have a lead on where he could pick up some work and it had paid off. 

Tonight he was meeting with a man named Paulo, of whom he had only a physical description and the idea that it might have something to do with making films. The werewolf scanned the room for the man, eyes finally landing on an eccentric looking man seated by himself who had to be the one. He approached him, a smile on his face. “Paulo?” he asked hopefully, having a seat across from the other without bothering to ask if he may. “I’m Kale..It’s nice to meet you.” He hesitated for a minute before quietly adding. "I heard you could use some help."

[phantomcurtaincall]

He looked at him for a moment until the coffee maker beeped. He paused again to pull two mugs from the cupboard. He poured them both. In his, he added a few spoon fulls of sugar from a dish next to the machine. He slid the dish towards him in offer.

"Well, this linoleum needs replaced; I had it put in shortly after we moved in to replace the asbestos tile, the dishwasher hasn't worked in sixth months, and Emma's friends comment on the shag carpet every time they're over. I suppose it's time for it to go...," he sipped his sweetened coffee, and then furrowed his brow.

"What interests does Sophie have?" it was a subtle way for him to ask what she was doing at home without him. The way in which he made his comment was peculiar, as if she owned the house more than he did.

“I’m on this side as well. Just a couple blocks over. Our house has its quirks, but it suits us well enough.”

Really, he had been lucky. The house he had found was modest, but it was more space than they’d ever had together before. They both had their own bedroom and an additional space for an office. The basement and attic gave them space for storage, as well as being beneficial when it came to his other work.

“What all would you be interested in doing?" He asked, genuinely curious. "I have a few others jobs coming up, but like I said, I'm happy to lend a hand any time. Besides, you'd probably be doing be a favor in the long run. Soph tends to get even more pissed at me if I'm around home and in her hair for too long."

[wingdingsandbrokenstrings]

𝐇𝐇𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

muse aesthetic for @oughtabeinpxctures

Some folk would die for the sake of another Lay down their life for their sisters and brothers For me, sacrifice is something quite other 'Cause I love to kill the things I love The look in your eyes will turn to surprise As you feel the pain and you realize The one hurting you is somebody who Once said "I love you"

[shxttered-mirrxrs]

💥

“Paulo, I know corpses that take better care of themselves than you do.”

[zcmbiegeddon-deactivated12112018]

“Someone has to pay for your crimes, Kristen. Who is it going to be?”

Always one to show up at the least possible moment, Kristen thought as she blew off the smoke billowing from her rifle. Her startled gasp was quickly disguised by a scoff of disgust as she placed the rifle into the bag slung over her arm.

"Well, we all die at some point in our lives, Ravinski. Is that a good enough answer?" She shifted from one foot to the other. “Better yet, here’s a question for you. Who’s gonna pay for all those so-called ‘sacrifices’ you’ve made for Adaru and your films, hmm? Martyrs, I tell you, all of those ‘stars’.”

[phantomcurtaincall]

No matter how they might wish, no response came from the corpse. It was a far more depressing scene than an impressive one.

He hung unmoving; head down, mouth agape, and precariously from the flesh of his broken neck. His skin was like parchment, dried and yellowed, mummified from passing abandonment. Even a gentle touch could crumble his remains.

Remnants of the past remained on the stage. Front and center had been quickly boarded over to create a base for the cinema screen. It had otherwise been ignored and forgotten, not even used for storage. Under the dust and debris, spike marks remained on the floor. On the sides, set pieces were poised for placement. The ropes and pulleys attached to the heavy curtains were tied and ready to drop. All as if ready for the next production.

Out of place, were his hat and flashlight. They were set to the side on a wooden stool. The flashlight sat upright, now rusted from the corroded batteries. The hat was placed upside down, and within it was his white gloves, neatly folded, and a ring of keys.

Unacknowledged. Untouched. Unknown.

Above them, a light bulb hummed long and hard before popping to life. It cast a soft, warm glow down over them. It highlighted further the dismay before them, but also, perhaps, an opportunity.

What was it like to find Julian in the rafters

"......"

The first few days after the demon had released him were spent in bed. They had drained both him and themself, burning their own energy so violently to the point where they were completely asleep, untouchable and silent even to him.

He didn't know what had set them off, they had blocked him from seeing, but he had the suspicion that it had to do with the Theater. Each time they took him, he awoke back in the small studio rather than here, and it spoke volumes. But he himself had no interest in lingering there and had found himself longing for the cool and the dark of the basement room he had taken for his own.

While he had been resting, he had taken the time to truly examine his living quarters, thinking about how to best to continue the restoration. That was when he noticed it, something that hadn't been there before, or at least hadn't appeared to be movable.

The trap door.

When he was finally well enough, he armed himself with his camera, a light attached to the top, and went to the trap door. He was fascinated by what he might find and wanted to capture it in its preserved state. Perhaps, with her permission of course, he would film something on the old stage, if there was anything left of it.

«You'll stop me if I overstep, my dear?» He asked softly, speaking only to Her. «I have no desire to intrude on that which you would not welcome me. »

Carefully, oh so carefully as to allow her the chance to reject, he pulled on the edges of the trap door. It stuck for a moment, but soon gave way.

He moved cautiously, unsure of the state of the flooring. The amount of dust and debris here spoke truth to the area being untouched for so long. He continued on, light scanning across the area and camera capturing it all. As the beam fell upon something, something out of place on the floor, Paulo stopped in his tracks.

A flashlight and a discarded hat. Both objects being far too familiar.

A horrible, strange feeling began to run through him, like a slow poison seeping into his veins; ensnaring his muscles, his lungs, his heart. It was as if something was pulling him to turn away, to turn back, to stop his search before he saw too much.

But he couldn't, despite everything inside him wanting to refuse, he continued. The lens of his camera followed the beam of light, off the hat and flashlight, finding the ladder, until finally landing on what would cause a mixture of awe, horror, grief and fascination to explode within his chest.

A pair of oxford shoes, attached to a pair of thin, long legs clothed in gray trousers, lined with gold striping, hanging just inches off the ground.

As the light and camera continued to trail up, Paulo took in the sight through his own eyes. It was...horrific, tragic; a terrible end to what had once been. And yet, it was incredible.

He was incredible.

"...Hello..." He said softly, looking up at the man he had come to know only through his dreams. "...I was wondering if I would find you..."

[deathprocession]

HHN Icons and Pets

Noir belongs to @oughtabeinpxctures! I typed up a thing about her because I felt it would be odd to leave the director out, but I think Noir is already a perfect fit for him.

Jack has a big, really energetic mutt named Menace who's a very good boy (to ever the irksome of his father) and the perfect size for tug of war and fetch. He's an Otterhound with shaggy grey hair and is about half the size of Chance. He's a big scaredycat, though. Chance likes giving him belly rubs and trys to dress him up sometimes but he usually either wiggles out of his outfits or tears them apart. Jack likes playing with him, especially tug of war. Chance was the one who wanted a pet and convinced Jack to go to the pound with her, but Jack was the one who chose Menace and named him. When Paulo comes to visit he's often met with Menace barreling towards him and attempting to tackle him in an attempt to play with him, much to the director's dismay. Chance just wants them to get along. Jack thinks it's hilarious and will actively encourage Menace.

Dr. Albert Caine does not have a dog no matter how much his daughter begs for one, but what he does have is a little goldfish named Spleen (after Cindy's second favorite organ, of course) who does what most goldfish do, which is vacantly swim around his tank and eat whenever someone remembers his existence. Once he dies he'll probably be replaced without much fanfare, but he seems to be enjoying himself.

The Duchess was a stray that started living in the Universal Palace Theatre and just kinda never left. She used to sleep in the rafter area behind one of the movie screens, but now she hangs out in the ticket booth for the most part. Julian was planning on kicking her out, but decided that since she's become a part of the theatre that he would take care of her too. She rarely ever makes a mess, and besides, it's always nice having some company on the night shifts that isn't undead. She's a total couch potato and kind of unaware of new people, but she only trusts Julian and the other icons who visit him often like Paulo and Chance. Give her belly rubs and you are immediately one of her favorite people. She's very much a big, spoiled ball of fluff on four legs.

Paulo has a little, solid black kitten named Noir that he found after coming home from a shoot to find her in his camera bag, curled up and half frozen to death. He never really thought of himself wanting a pet, but oddly enough he's gotten very attached to her and nursed her back to health. He's very much what you'd consider a "cat person", being pretty much the human equivalent of one. Noir is as much of a bastard as her father, getting up to trouble and being incredibly fesity with everyone but Paulo. She and The Duchess often play together, being a testament to opposites attract. She climbs on top of Duchess and will bury her head in the bigger cat's fur.

Elsa Strict sometimes feeds the strays that wander into her yard or front porch. She may be a murderer but she is an old woman at heart, and that extends to having her own personal colony of cats. She gives them nicknames sometimes, mainly names like Jeremiah, William, and Darcy. They're all very old names and she mixes them up a lot. She would probably rather die than admit that she cares about them even a little bit. She does though, in her own way. She used to have a bird, a parrot to be exact, but it died a while back and she still has its empty birdcage. It only knew how to say hello and various threats of violence or insults.

Eddie has thought of getting a dog, a good, big sized one to maybe act as a guard dog, but he wouldn't have the time or patience to train it. Doesn't mean he never has to dogsit on extremely short notice for his brother, though. Menace has the time of his life playing with all the spare parts and scrap metal around Eddie's warehouse. He doesn't feel too annoyed having the dog around, though, even if he slobbers all over his stuff. It beats having his brother around. Not that you'd ever catch him saying that out loud.

Dr. Agana was very busy when she was alive, but she did have a little pigeon who hung out a lot in his little cage in her office. They're a pretty low maintenance bird and could just hang out on her desk while she worked! She named him something nerdy, probably after a gothic poet like Poe or Rossetti. After she went missing and was declared dead he was taken to a shelter where he was adopted by your average domestic family and renamed Rice after his pale feathers. Their lives are nothing special, but sometimes if you look into the little mirror in his bird cage you might catch sight of something not so pleasant.

[heartoftheteam-a]

//I don’t know if I’ve ever fully acknowledged it on either blog, but if you’re ever having trouble getting a hold of me over here, try shooting a message to @oughtabeinpxctures as that’s my other blog. I typically will bip back and forth between blogs, but sometimes I end up leaving Paulo’s logged in.

[daedaluscried]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

[Unsent Text: ????]: Hey.... I was wondering if you’d want to do something a bit more... normal date? Like go to a restaurant or a movie?

[Text: ????]: Wait! SHIT!

[Text: ????]: Never mind that last message. Wrong number.