Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 24, 2009 19:34:13 GMT 1
((OOC: I. TRIED.))
Valencia had to smile just a little when she looked up into the starless sky overhead, thanks to the light pollution of San Francisco's city limits. She was on the set of a high budget film, said to be anticipated for years and with some of the most renowned stars in the industry in the cast. It's extremely rare for this Asian to be the leading lady's double, especially for something like this, and the young woman felt as though the world was going right for once. She hit all the marks, the blocking was perfect, the stunt was pulled off perfectly on the third try and she didn't get any injuries... Not to mention she'll be paid a crazy sum once this was over and she'll get paid even more if this movie makes it big and ends up on her resume.
It's not uncommon for a film to be shot out of order. Most of the movie was already shot in Southern California around Santa Monica (especially near the pier), from the scenes leading up to this moment to the ones following after. This scene was a flashback and the last one before calling it a wrap. No matter how many times they shot on the deck of Pier 39 near the carousel, Valencia couldn't help but feel caught in the moment each time the leading lady embraced the international heartthrob of the moment and rejected him for reasons she doesn't know. It just spoke to her somehow and she was glad they let her stay on the set despite her stunt being finished a long time ago. It was like she wanted to stay in the world far away from the one she left behind. She sighed and the chilly night condensed her breath. And suddenly, she heard a commotion starting up behind her. Apparently, a woman broke through the high security and found out about the movie.
A crazed fan, perhaps.
It ruined the take the camera caught the two stars breaking character as they waited until the nutjob fangirl was escorted off the premises. Valencia rolled her pale eyes out of impatience and she probably wasn't the only one doing so; The crew had to deal with worse in Southern California. Someone on the set started recording the incident in hopes of a Christian Bale-esque breakout happening. Before much time could pass though, the psycho managed to escape the clutches of security and made a beeline for the two stars and Valencia in between. All the Vietnamese woman heard was...
[CRAZED FANGIRL]: “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!”
...And the rest was history. The fangirl pulled out a revolver and fired a round aimed towards the leading lady with tears streaming down her face. A camera or two caught the image of the leading lady being shielded by the heartthrob and later screaming in horror as her stunt double fell to the floor not too far from where they stood. The security and several other members of the crew by this time tackled the fangirl to the ground and tore the weapon out of her hand. The guy on the set who expected a flip out instead recorded Valencia subconsciously jumping in the way to take the bullet. Since cameras capture every single thing they see, the guy kept replaying the scene over and over to find something new each time. Valencia was scared. She didn't know what she was doing. If anything, she was scared for the lives she tried to save. She actually had some, unconscious intent to save them. She wasn't even sure if she saved anyone, especially since she was bleeding all over the wooden boards. A nearby stagehand bumped into the guy on his way to help the fallen stunt double and the guy began recording again, feeling as though he was a part of history. Like Heath Ledger's death. Like being a part of the paparazzi, but with fewer people in the way.
As the crew called for the remaining medical technicians on the set to stop the bleeding, an ambulance was called and amidst the hubbub, some could swear they heard the siren the moment they called. The verdict? Valencia took the shot with her body and the bullet was lodged in her liver. The fangirl didn't know a thing about bullets and how to aim and specialists will later determine that she fired a .32 revolver a few yards away from the victim. As the crew waited for the ambulance, the guy who recorded the shooting was debating whether he should record even more footage or simply show off the video to his friends. With so many crew members surrounding Valencia, the answer quickly became clear and he began sending the video to his buddies. Despite his trust in his friends, his friends weren't as bound by confidentiality as he was and the video went viral. It was uploaded everywhere, rumors swarmed the message boards, and eventually, it reached the likes of the real paparazzi. Disregarding an individual's dignity was second nature to them.
The moment the ambulance made it to the hospital, cameras flashed like crazy as Valencia's body was rolled off the vehicle and into the ER. Her likeness greatly resembling the leading lady, Minerva Irving, was plastered on every single news network that considered the well-being of stars more important than global affairs. People commented about how eerie it was to see Irving's body on the stretcher despite being told that it's just her double. Members of the crew rapidly recounted the event like witnesses to a crime that won't be solved, caught up in shock and surprise. Ultimately, people wanted to know what Minerva Irving herself thought. They wanted to know if she was alright and what she was going to do about it.
[IRVING]: “I-I'm still shaken, but I'm glad it wasn't me.”
That was the only quote the paparazzi released. A thousand more comments blasted the message boards expressing relief for her safety and anger for ignoring the young woman who risked her life. They said stuff like “She's just a stunt woman; It's her job” and “She was done with her stunt a long time ago”. All this was going on and no one bothered to know what Valencia herself thought as she got hooked up to a bunch of machines. She was still very much awake throughout this whole ordeal. She didn't know why she saved a star she never got to know. She didn't even know she was shot until she bled on the floorboards of Pier 39 for a few minutes. What she did know was how much it hurt to be shot by a real bullet for once and the pain was excruciating. She knew that getting shot by a bajillion cameras was a lot worse.
She was injured and she can no longer work. The money she'll be getting for the stunt will be spent on the extensive surgery rather than the growing bills and her aunt and uncle's funeral. She was exposed to the world; the paparazzi dug up everything they could about her and chuck it to the airwaves, from her socioeconomic status to her involvement with Paragon Institute and Hircine High as a librarian. Members of the Network all across San Francisco watched their televisions and IM'd their friends, unsure of what will become of their plans now that one element out of many is missing. In truth, she was just one person. No matter how great she was or will ever be, the only life she could ever change was her own. Life went on for everyone else. She couldn't help but cry, just to let everything go and let the catharsis sink in. She was human, after all, and probably much more human than many could realize...
...But as we know, higher forces are always at work. On the bright side, Minerva Irving wanted to quell the rage of angry humanitarians (and lesbians) by promising to pay for all of Valencia's expenses. The star did have enough money to turn the stunt woman's life around and it was the least she could do to repay for her life being saved. On the not so bright side, the extreme publicity of the event put Valencia's life in even more danger (as if her life ever got “safer”). Anyone who knows about the organ trafficking ring lurking about in San Francisco's underground would know this and it pissed the hell out a certain man who's been trying to protect this troublesome girl since the days she was considered “blind”.
[
]: “...For fucks sakes.”
Valencia had to smile just a little when she looked up into the starless sky overhead, thanks to the light pollution of San Francisco's city limits. She was on the set of a high budget film, said to be anticipated for years and with some of the most renowned stars in the industry in the cast. It's extremely rare for this Asian to be the leading lady's double, especially for something like this, and the young woman felt as though the world was going right for once. She hit all the marks, the blocking was perfect, the stunt was pulled off perfectly on the third try and she didn't get any injuries... Not to mention she'll be paid a crazy sum once this was over and she'll get paid even more if this movie makes it big and ends up on her resume.
It's not uncommon for a film to be shot out of order. Most of the movie was already shot in Southern California around Santa Monica (especially near the pier), from the scenes leading up to this moment to the ones following after. This scene was a flashback and the last one before calling it a wrap. No matter how many times they shot on the deck of Pier 39 near the carousel, Valencia couldn't help but feel caught in the moment each time the leading lady embraced the international heartthrob of the moment and rejected him for reasons she doesn't know. It just spoke to her somehow and she was glad they let her stay on the set despite her stunt being finished a long time ago. It was like she wanted to stay in the world far away from the one she left behind. She sighed and the chilly night condensed her breath. And suddenly, she heard a commotion starting up behind her. Apparently, a woman broke through the high security and found out about the movie.
A crazed fan, perhaps.
It ruined the take the camera caught the two stars breaking character as they waited until the nutjob fangirl was escorted off the premises. Valencia rolled her pale eyes out of impatience and she probably wasn't the only one doing so; The crew had to deal with worse in Southern California. Someone on the set started recording the incident in hopes of a Christian Bale-esque breakout happening. Before much time could pass though, the psycho managed to escape the clutches of security and made a beeline for the two stars and Valencia in between. All the Vietnamese woman heard was...
[CRAZED FANGIRL]: “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!”
...And the rest was history. The fangirl pulled out a revolver and fired a round aimed towards the leading lady with tears streaming down her face. A camera or two caught the image of the leading lady being shielded by the heartthrob and later screaming in horror as her stunt double fell to the floor not too far from where they stood. The security and several other members of the crew by this time tackled the fangirl to the ground and tore the weapon out of her hand. The guy on the set who expected a flip out instead recorded Valencia subconsciously jumping in the way to take the bullet. Since cameras capture every single thing they see, the guy kept replaying the scene over and over to find something new each time. Valencia was scared. She didn't know what she was doing. If anything, she was scared for the lives she tried to save. She actually had some, unconscious intent to save them. She wasn't even sure if she saved anyone, especially since she was bleeding all over the wooden boards. A nearby stagehand bumped into the guy on his way to help the fallen stunt double and the guy began recording again, feeling as though he was a part of history. Like Heath Ledger's death. Like being a part of the paparazzi, but with fewer people in the way.
As the crew called for the remaining medical technicians on the set to stop the bleeding, an ambulance was called and amidst the hubbub, some could swear they heard the siren the moment they called. The verdict? Valencia took the shot with her body and the bullet was lodged in her liver. The fangirl didn't know a thing about bullets and how to aim and specialists will later determine that she fired a .32 revolver a few yards away from the victim. As the crew waited for the ambulance, the guy who recorded the shooting was debating whether he should record even more footage or simply show off the video to his friends. With so many crew members surrounding Valencia, the answer quickly became clear and he began sending the video to his buddies. Despite his trust in his friends, his friends weren't as bound by confidentiality as he was and the video went viral. It was uploaded everywhere, rumors swarmed the message boards, and eventually, it reached the likes of the real paparazzi. Disregarding an individual's dignity was second nature to them.
The moment the ambulance made it to the hospital, cameras flashed like crazy as Valencia's body was rolled off the vehicle and into the ER. Her likeness greatly resembling the leading lady, Minerva Irving, was plastered on every single news network that considered the well-being of stars more important than global affairs. People commented about how eerie it was to see Irving's body on the stretcher despite being told that it's just her double. Members of the crew rapidly recounted the event like witnesses to a crime that won't be solved, caught up in shock and surprise. Ultimately, people wanted to know what Minerva Irving herself thought. They wanted to know if she was alright and what she was going to do about it.
[IRVING]: “I-I'm still shaken, but I'm glad it wasn't me.”
That was the only quote the paparazzi released. A thousand more comments blasted the message boards expressing relief for her safety and anger for ignoring the young woman who risked her life. They said stuff like “She's just a stunt woman; It's her job” and “She was done with her stunt a long time ago”. All this was going on and no one bothered to know what Valencia herself thought as she got hooked up to a bunch of machines. She was still very much awake throughout this whole ordeal. She didn't know why she saved a star she never got to know. She didn't even know she was shot until she bled on the floorboards of Pier 39 for a few minutes. What she did know was how much it hurt to be shot by a real bullet for once and the pain was excruciating. She knew that getting shot by a bajillion cameras was a lot worse.
She was injured and she can no longer work. The money she'll be getting for the stunt will be spent on the extensive surgery rather than the growing bills and her aunt and uncle's funeral. She was exposed to the world; the paparazzi dug up everything they could about her and chuck it to the airwaves, from her socioeconomic status to her involvement with Paragon Institute and Hircine High as a librarian. Members of the Network all across San Francisco watched their televisions and IM'd their friends, unsure of what will become of their plans now that one element out of many is missing. In truth, she was just one person. No matter how great she was or will ever be, the only life she could ever change was her own. Life went on for everyone else. She couldn't help but cry, just to let everything go and let the catharsis sink in. She was human, after all, and probably much more human than many could realize...
...But as we know, higher forces are always at work. On the bright side, Minerva Irving wanted to quell the rage of angry humanitarians (and lesbians) by promising to pay for all of Valencia's expenses. The star did have enough money to turn the stunt woman's life around and it was the least she could do to repay for her life being saved. On the not so bright side, the extreme publicity of the event put Valencia's life in even more danger (as if her life ever got “safer”). Anyone who knows about the organ trafficking ring lurking about in San Francisco's underground would know this and it pissed the hell out a certain man who's been trying to protect this troublesome girl since the days she was considered “blind”.
[
]: “...For fucks sakes.”