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petty_dabbler) wrote2022-03-26 06:25 pm
petty_dabbler) wrote2022-03-26 06:25 pm
Corbin
John had to open the doors between the closed ward and the lift bank that was closeby. Someon ehad spilled an entire bottle of juice so John mopped it up. He'd been mopping for 45 minutes, periodically stopping to check his phone.
About the time he finished, he decided he needed a cigarette. He also knew the nearest exit he could get back into was down the defunct hallway.
He strolled right in, disregarding what he'd been told about entering the set. He simply ducked out the secret door to have a puff.
About the time he finished, he decided he needed a cigarette. He also knew the nearest exit he could get back into was down the defunct hallway.
He strolled right in, disregarding what he'd been told about entering the set. He simply ducked out the secret door to have a puff.
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Corbin just shrugged, certain the man was being sarcastic. It was about then that Jared came out to fetch him.
"Corbin, they're saying now Julie has food poisoning, doesn't look like they'll be able to finish the shoot today. Should I call you a car?" the young assistant asked.
"Oh, um, yeah, that would be good. Thanks, Jared. ...Oh, um, can we send Julie flowers or something? I should send her flowers. ...Daisies, she likes daisies," Corbin added.
Jared smiled brightly, offering a nod. "Sure thing, I can sort that out."
Corbin glanced at John, offering a nod goodbye.
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The exchange was brief and John didn't try to pretend he wasn't listening. He hadn't expected kindness, thoughtfullness, but maybe, he realized, he had a certain idea of what a big time actor would be like.
He could see then he might have been wrong.
Not that he'd admit it.
"I'll see you around," he nodded.