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by Helmuth » Tue Dec 10, 2013 10:33 am
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Channing Tatum was the sort of guy to be born into an Angelina Jolie type of life and, as a cute child full of innocence, get a cameo on a well-known TV show. Then, perhaps, later in life come out of L.A. with a hot bod, a few girlfriends, and at least two or three great pictures. Although he had accomplished most of this, that wasn't exactly the story.
As a child, Channing was born and raised in Alabama. He had been a jock (of course) and mastered kung fu. He'd starred as John Tyree in the tragic love story, Dear John with his friend, Amanda Seyfried. He'd had become John Cale in 2012's White House Down, alongside of Jamie Foxx. He'd been the distraught lover Leo hoping for his wife to remember him after a life-changing event in Michael Suscy's the Vow. So maybe that these few films would boost the demand for his face on screen. It did. But tonight, despite knowing the best actors were going to be there, Channing Tatum hadn't thought he would attend James Franco's party. Not until he had realized Amanda Seyfried was going to be there and perhaps they could get a few pictures in from the press.
It hadn't gone as he had expected. Currently, his body lay draped across the cluttered couch. On his chest, curled up in a seething ball, lay Mrs. Claws. Mrs. Claws was not known to the world: tough guy Channing Tatum was lonely, as it came to be. Mrs. Claws had come by accident, ending up on the step of his door. Now... who could say no to a helpless, pretty kitty? Not to mention that Mrs. Claws loved being jealous of the ladies, if any, who'd come to visit Channing. If it wasn't a girl he wanted on the whim, he'd whisper to Mrs. Claws, "Scratch her eyes out," and Mrs. Claws got to business. There was nothing that could separate the family: an odd couple, a great system.
He ran his hand over her smooth fur, continuously. Josh Hutchinson was nowhere to be found and he was beginning to find himself bored. He sighed, playing with Mrs. Claws' ear for a second. Until she whapped him with that claw of hers. He frowned, smacked her head, and sat up, throwing the cat. It didn't harm Mrs. Claws, of course, since she loathed him enough to find a way to survive. She went flying across the table, her claws raking across the glass table as to find anything to balance her. He laughed, an idiot's laugh and stood, sighing. "Alright, alright," he mumbled. "Let's go get a ham sandwich."
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by breakingbasic » Tue Dec 10, 2013 11:23 am
AMANDA SEYFRIED
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amanda found herself lying on the floor of a large library-type room. she must have been knocked out or something because she had no idea why else she would be waking up in a strange torn up library room thing. she sat up and instinctively placed her hand to her forehead feeling a rush of blood and cringing visibly. looking around for the first time, she noticed that their were books on the floor and a large window had a huge crack down the middle. the sky was a crimson color and ash was floating down slowly. it was very sinister looking. she moved slowly to stand up, feeling nauseous and dizzy at the same time and noticed a large shelf on the floor several feet from where she was standing. that might have been what hit her but-- suddenly it all came back to her. she was at james franco's house for some party and than the largest earthquake she had ever felt was suddenly under her feet. she fell into the library and than that was where her memory ended. her little black cocktail dress had a pretty nice tear along the side, exposing her left ribs. the stilettos her stylist forced her into "just in case" there were paparazzi, were still slipped on and deciding that she didn't want to deal with fuss, pulled them off quickly and than picked them up with grace.
she walked to the door barefoot and managed to step on something quite sharp. profanity was expressed and than amanda wrestled her feet back into the uncomfortable pumps. exhausted, the blonde opened the door and stepped into the hallway. all of the windows were boarded up and she could hear people talking from downstairs. she instantly thought of jack, one of her good friends. he had attended the party as well and she was already feeling very panicky. she really needed to find somebody. she caught a glimpse of her reflection from some shattered glass on the floor and sighed heavily. her long blonde hair was knotted to hell and any makeup that was applied to make her seem like an effortless beauty, was smeared and left her looking a little like a tramp. making her way down the large grand staircase carefully, she noticed a door closed and heard murmuring. was nobody even looking for her? she saw josh and taylor sitting together on one of many couches and breathed a sigh of relief. they looked a little tense and than out of the corner of her eye she spotted channing. she quickly followed him into the kitchen and when he reached his destination she spoke up, "channing!" her voice dripped with relief and her face showed it just as obviously. she resisted the urge to jump into his arms and simply stared at him with wide eyes, whatever had happened seemed to not faze him and she was definitely concerned to know why not. from what she had seen, it looked like the sky was on fire.
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by Helmuth » Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:10 am
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"Ham... ham..." Channing frowned, fingering through the bottles in the fridge. Like it worked anymore. Everything was warm, even the beer. So he would have actually been doing James a great favor by using up the last slice of ham. It was going to go bad anyway. Frustrated now, he began to paw through the half-empty fridge. "James!" he shouted in sudden irritation. "Where's the ham!?" Mrs. Claws jumped out of nowhere, landing gracefully on the counter beside Channing. He paused, waiting for her to leap at his hand and scratch his eyes out. She had tried that card once, and he had never been so weary afterward. Realizing she was now threat -- ha! -- he turned his attention back to the meat section.
There were a few strips of bacon, a part of a dinosaur's leg, he thought dimly. But, oh, there! Look! Ham. Sitting on a golden platter. Saliva suddenly flooded his mouth. "Oh, baby," he moaned, grabbing it with both hands and slamming it onto the counter top. He whipped out a knife and began to make thin, long slices, feeling hunger kick in as deeply and deathly as the look on Mrs. Claws' face. He glanced at her, his ear twitching. "Come on, privacy. I'm hungry."
He heard his name being called by a young, pretty female. He stopped, looking up. Amanda Seyfried was there. His brows rose in surprise. "Oh... hi." He paused, then awkwardly put down the knife and walked over to her. He hugged her, quickly, like a little boy. In mid hug, he asked, "Do you want a ham sandwich?"
He caught wind of a purr. Not just any purr. The one and only purr given by Mrs. Claws herself, to which she was about to attack. It was a lure. Come closer, he could hear in that provocative laugh, Come closer so I can scratch your eyes out. Channing is mine. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder. "You know... I've shot a gun before. I've played the side of Jamie Foxx and Jonah Hill. I've been prepared for everything. Just not my own cat turning on me." Mrs. Claws' eyes fluttered toward him, slowly licking her paw. Daring him.
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Emma Stone wasn't really the type of girl to go to parties. Well, parties like this. She hadn't been raised in L.A. She was still adapting to the fact that wherever she went, people acted as if they knew her. They didn't. Emma had been raised in Arizona. Sure, she'd done a few roles, but... did that really dub her a girl who was well known to the media? Sure, she loved the fame. What girl in America didn't? But there was always something sticking in the back of her head, like a knife being held to your throat. That nobody in their right mind understood that although she was a good actor, she didn't want to be sucked into that kind of life. She wanted to be the Arizona girl who could act. But she didn't want to be dubbed an California chick who had to play in those ridiculous unspoken beauty patterns wearing stiletto heels, a fake tan and a very ostentatious bikini three sizes too small. That wasn't her gig.
But so far, she wasn't actually too disappointed. James Franco hadn't known about the End had he? Anyway, so far, so good. It was just plain for her amusement by now. She believed, sooner or later, all these phenomenons would come to a crashing halt and the media would come for them. Make a big movie on how they survived. Yeah, that's what it would be called: A Document of the People: How the Stars of America Survived the End. But what Emma didn't know was that nobody was coming for them. Nobody.
Emma was sitting in front of a camera. She didn't know where she was exactly, just somewhere in the house. A empty room with high ceilings. She was documenting this, all of this. And why not? Suppose, if the world didn't come to a full end, they'd look back on this. Or, if they hadn't survived and the camera was found, somebody else would look back on this... she didn't want to think about the other possibility: That the world was going to completely come to an end, and at the very last moments of their lives, they'd watch it. And then die. So. Yeah. Happily ever after. "And Taylor's all, you know." She made an obscene gesture toward her breasts. "And, actually, our host isn't too bad. Sure, he'd almost completely drunk and an idiot, but, hey: It's comedy night over here." She smiled, a dull smile for the picture. Then she scowled. "Well, besides the fact that there is fire blazing outside the house, I think we might come out of this." She could hear feet walking in the hall. "I'll talk later." Emma reached forward and ended the video.
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by park. » Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:21 am
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"Stay calm.... stay calm"xxxxx Jay Baruchel saw that they were running out of things to fill up with water so he ran back downstairs and looked around. He saw that the kitchen was nearly empty now thanks to them so he turned around and ran all around the house. Secretly he tried not to jump on every single awesome large bed in the house and searched for things. Surprised he saw Emma in one room. "Er oh hi" he said looking around not caring about Emma, he knew her well enough. "Do you see any circular things in here?" he said walking in the room and looking around. "Great the rooms empty he said frowning and leaving the room looking for more things. He ran downstairs looking for the love birds and saw James run in but then Jay lost him again. he wanted to know where he was sleeping so annoyingly he yelled at the tp of his lungs to the owner of this house could hear. "I am going to claim your own bedroom if you don't come down here and act like this is an apocalypse not a chance to have the night of you life with Chloe!" he hollered looking around. everyone was looking at him down at least the ones downstairs and he awkwardly went into the kitchen to see Channing Tatum eating bacon and weirdly conversing with his cat. "Hey! don't eat all the food" he said walking over to the guy. Jay could easily get fumbled by this fellow but never thought of things that way. "What was Emma doing?" he suddenly thought realizing that she had a camera in her hand and was alone in an empty room. "documenting?"
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by breakingbasic » Wed Dec 11, 2013 9:27 am
AMANDA SEYFRIED
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amanda watched as the tall, built boy made himself a sandwhich and turned around surprised to see the petite blonde. she relaxed when he hugged her, even though it was only for a fraction of a second. she giggled when he asked about a sandwich, "actually, I'm not that hungry." she said with a small grin, feeling a hundred times better than she had when she woke up in the library, "I was actua--" she was cut off by the sound of purring. that's weird, she hadn't known franco had a cat. channing suddenly spoke up, though it was to the cat and amanda was a little caught off guard. the cat was his, but why would he bring his cat to a party? the thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind though, as jay baruchel came out of no where and started yelling at the top of his lungs. something about franco and chloe grace, wait were they a thing? what? amanda watched as jay squabbled into the kitchen and scolded channing for making a sandwich. amanda couldn't help but giggle. he said something about emma to which she just shrugged, though quickly realized the question wasn't directed at her. she was still a little lost, and no explanations were really being thrown her way. "hey," she said quietly, looking up at channing despite the loud noises coming from his pet. "I'm a little confused.." she admitted, once again looking around. this time trying to decipher the image in front of her.
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by Helmuth » Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:58 am
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Mrs. Claws had a temper, he knew at least that much. He also knew that Mrs. Claws hated other women. So... Amanda was done for. Mentally, he said a goodbye to his fellow actress. She had been great in Dear John, not to mention... well, a fine friend. But now, looking down and into the cold eyes of his own cat, his own baby, he knew there was no chance for Amanda. Mrs. Claws had her claws out and was readying them for battle. "Claws," he said slowly. The cat's ear flicked, hearing her own named being called upon. "Just... just think about it." He gestured to Amanda, who stood beside him. "She's innocent, she's good looking, and, hey, maybe she'll even help us survive." Mrs. Claws hissed her distain. Yep. That was it.
"Mandy," he said slowly, looking back at Amanda. How long as he known this girl? Well enough to know she was smart enough to catch what was going on. "Take a slow step back, okay? Don't look her in the eyes, either." And as he instructed his friend to move away from the human-eating cat, he took a step forward. To Mrs. Claws' dismay -- as she hissed her vicious threat -- Channing cautiously reached for the the ham sandwich. There was nothing in the world that was going to keep him between his hunger. Even his cat. It was then when Jay joined them. He made a high pitch, hysterical noise in his throat, trying to peep up to Jay to stop and leave the room. But as always, Jay was oblivious. Channing bowed his head, signifying that this was the end. Well. This was how he would go out: with his jealous cat eating him and his friends.
But as soon as the drunk gave up hope, another spark of fury and determination ran through him. No. No: he was not going to allow some stupid, inexperienced actor get them all killed. He was too pretty to die today. He stood, tall. "Jack!" Confused, he shook his head. "James. No, Jay. Jay. That's your name. Get back! Just get back! We don't want her to pounce." But Mrs. Claws was slowly sauntering toward Channing. Provocatively, she flicked her tail lovingly across Channing's face. Down the slope on his nose. Channing held his breath, waiting for the cat to strike. But all she did was get an angry look in her eyes just as Emma entered the room. The cat sprang free, jumping from the counter and leaping across Channing's head to fly into the other room. Channing slowly exhaled. "Well. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
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An abrupt thought sent her skidding to a halt. What if they were being recorded? That this wasn't the end of the world? What if... her skin pricked. What if this was being filmed, on a movie, nationwide? "Weird," She murmured. Even so, she glanced around the living room with a frown. As upon entering the kitchen, she was relieved to find some company. Channing was looking very drunk, trying to act serious and charming, but failing miserably. Amanda... well, she had to be honest: She would have never imagined the serious, sexy Amanda on film was an complete ignorant crybaby. Or, at least, she thought of the other girl as that way. Despite the fact that she was pretty much friends with everybody, the tomboy had never really been great around perfect girls. And then there was Jay, best friend to Emma.
She strolled up, grinning sarcastically. Humor was a good thing for the tense end coming, wasn't it? Sure. "What did I miss?" She ducked, just in time, too, because something furry and small was shrieking and hurling through the air over her head. She slowly stood and whipped around to stare wildly at her friends. "Was that a flying cat?!" Seeing the ham sandwich, she scowled at Channing. "We're supposed to save the food, Channing." Even so, she grabbed the sandwich and took a large bite out of perfected bread. He heard a small cry catch in Channing's throat and paused, mid chew. "What?"
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by breakingbasic » Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:14 pm
AMANDA SEYFRIED
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amanda watched as channing spoke with an increasing worried tone to his cat. apparently named mrs. claws. in all seriousness, he told her to take a step back and not look at the cat, who was currently hissing. amanda obliged with a look of bewilderment on her face. what was going on? here she stood, in james franco's kitchen, wearing a torn up dress and watching a drunk channing tatum beg a cat for his sandwich? standing alone, the whole scene was insane. the crazy cat finally jumped away, and over channing and emma's heads in the process. more confused than ever, amanda watched as the red head waltzed in with a grin from ear to ear and took a bite out of the ham sandwich channing had looked willing to give up a limb for. amanda did a double take around the room, the once large and airy space seemed stuffy and cramped now that the windows were boarded up, and here were channing, emma, and jay, acting like it was all a joke.
faintly remembering her phone, the blonde reached for her purse, only to find that she must have misplaced it during the commotion earlier. that bothered her, but than she realized, no one else had their phones out either. why wasn't everyone freaking out? still seeking an explanation, but realizing channing wasn't sober enough to give her one amanda felt pretty helpless. she had never been very good at being independent. it was always one of her biggest weak points. sure she seemed full of spunk at times, but it was all pretty much a front. being strong, just wasn't something she was good at. she tucked a piece of knotty blonde hair behind her ear and sat down on one of the many bar stools that were placed in the large kitchen.
when someone came up behind her and squeezed her shoulders, her head whipped around and seeing that it was jack, she instantly relaxed. he was probably the only person at this party she actually knew, and it was incredibly reliving to see him. she watched as yet another person took a bite into chan's sandwich, this time eating it whole. she held back a laugh when she saw the look on jacks face and than stood as he searched for a deck of cards. finally collecting one, the boy sat down at the table and beckoned for josh. he asked if anyone wanted to play, and amanda took a seat at the large glass table directly to his left, "I'm down for a game," she said with a weak smile, hoping to take her mind off things.
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by norm » Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:17 pm
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James raised his head when someone from downstairs started yelling at him. He tried to contain a laugh and gathered his feet before heading downstairs leaving Chloe in the bedroom by herself. He caught eyes with Jay first and realized that it was him who had called him. Franco's face turned hard then softened ever so slightly. "Channing, I swear if you eat all the food." He commented and raised his eyebrows at Tatum's cat that ran by. "An animal? Really." He shook his head and shrugged. "What do you want Jay?" He huffed and turned his hardened gaze to Jay and raised his brow again with a questioning look. "Just kidding, man." James laughed to himself and announced. "Jay will be in charge of the water supply." He paused and glanced at Jay. "Everyone look for food and things that could possibly hold any water. And don't forget not to eat any of the food." Franco swiveled his head to Channing who was eating a sandwich. "Carry on everyone." He tilted his head at Jay and asked. "Is that better?" James asked judge fully.
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by park. » Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:30 pm
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"Stay calm.... stay calm"xxxxx Jay Baruchel stopped and looked at everyone in the room. He pressed his hand to his head and pulled his hair staring up at the ceiling and moaning. "Games? sandwiches? Fly cats and flirting with girls!" he rolled his eyes. You guys are crazy." he stopped and liked at everyone in the room then at Channing. "Actually no I expected it from you." he said pointing at him. "Ever since you had that role in The Vow I don't know what to expect." he turned around making sure he stood clear of the cat. "and yes I watched it.." it was a love movie and everyone knows Jay wouldn't have some girl at home to watch it for. it was obvious he saw it on his own time but he could care less. He walked out wondering where the only sane person Selena was and then stopped and walked back in walking up to Emma eating the sandwich then Jack. "Oh that's great everybody share diseases why do you." he muttered. Jay was being a jerk but well that's him. He just needs someone nice enough to point it out. He was sort of... panicking? " Jay walked over to Channing pointing his finger then saw the cat not really paying attention and pushed it. He pushed it away annoyed then half screamed when his plan back fired. "Rabies! It has rabies!" he yelled.
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