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Post by Miss Knightley on Oct 25, 2005 19:52:52 GMT -5
Whee! Reens, how did I miss this? I have missed your writing muchly!
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Post by Reens on Oct 26, 2005 21:07:37 GMT -5
I don't know how you missed it! How could you Di??? How could you? *insert dramatic music here* So this chapter is to all my beautiful girls, who are my inspirations. Not because this chapter has anything to do with you guys but because I feel its one of my better written chapters. ... And, I miss Hari and Jem Jem. StalkerazziPicture waves of people on either side of the red carpet, bound only at the sidelines by waist length restrictions. Then picture being in the middle of it all. Knowing these people are here to see you. To catch a glimpse of you. To let you know they admire you. Then try and not let it go to your head. I know! However, like every rose, public adoration come with ample thorns. Or to be specific... "Miss Knightley please to the left a little. Beautiful." Snap"Keira could you put your arm sideways, yeah, thats it." Snap"Hey Keira, could you pout? Perfect." Snap SnapBoisterous and loud choas everywhere on the premeire of my upcoming was, as usual, pure and utter disarray. It was moments like these, that had me prone to the oddest of requests. I wouldn't even be surprised if one of them asked me to take off my top and dry hump the nearest pole into submission. Can you imagine?
"Hey Keira, can your flash your titties and shag that pole. Now lick it? Beautiful. Perfect." Just the horrid thought makes me shudder but I preserve the polite smile with an air of confidence nonetheless. True to its essense, this business required facade. As I'd come to learn rather quickly. Much like swordplay. Dodge the constant probbing glares; don't ever get to close; deflect insecurities by over-shodowing them with your strengths; never show your weaknesses to advantage your opponents; and most important of all: never let your guard down. The instance you do - you are done for. SnapSomeone called, "smile Keira." Right. Does it matter you feel like mooning the annoyance and tell them to shove off? Does it matter that you've been residing in a foreign land without comfort of being with friends or family or having any semblance of a life people your age so blissfully live? Does it matter that your co-star despises you and vice versa. Yet since everyone else seem to think you both have chemistry you must act as if you are so totally in love with the petulant dolt of a man? No. Not really. All that matters is the perfection of the frozen moment, however untrue the perfection maybe. On with the routine. Monotoneous. And fake smile. And childish twirl. And sensual pout. Hoping to have been successful in concealing the klutz in me, I grinned clumsily, letting numerous flashes perforate into blinding sight. Just a I was settling into the uncomfortable heat of artificial lights my ears heard a piercing noise somewhat resembling a thousand cats being strangled. By the shrieks, cries, and loud proclamation of undying love. I registered. My co-star, Orlando Bloom had entered the arena. * * * A hint of a feather had brushed my face, a touch of a flutter. I felt light as flight. Swinging breeze playing my hair for the chords of an elysian song. I sink deeper into the softness of clouds, heavy with rain. Deeper and deeper, falling into this sensation of mirth that warmly embrace my curves. Swallowing me whole as I surrender to ethereal transcendance. Tempting. Alluring. Welcoming. My eyes blur a shadowy object before me as I struggle to open them, my neck straining at the side. I turn my head upwards - a resonant thumping in my head making it harder for me to have a clear view of my surrounding. Registering only, the gloomy darkness. An uneasy lump settling in the pit of my stomach. I nauseasly let a limp hand swipe my eyes with a single pinching motion atop my nose. Turning to my side, I slowly get up acknowledging the sheets tangled on my naked form. I release myself of them as I sit casually on the bed, delaying the process. Letting my eyes observe the shadowy object again as it flails giving a quick glimpse of light. Its just a heavy yellow curtain. I thought the window in the hotel room I was staying in was on the other side but then my thoughts stray again with a wave of pulsating ache. Squeezing the temples doesn't help much but I press on for a moment anyways. Conforming a yawn with a lazy stretch I extend my limbs sliding off of bed with a small jump. I see a sheet idly sitting on the floor, I strain to pick it up and walk towards the window, hoping to rid of the obstinate pain by taking some pain medication. I let my feet carry my zombie form accross the room, jumbled up in the sheet, abhoring the fact that even though some light was essential - it would only worsen the throbing headache. "Kricky," I groaned. I must've gotten really drunk last night. Lesson learned. Not wanting to give it a second thought. I freed one hand that grasped the sheet covering me upto my chest, using the now idle hand to quickly pull the hefty curtain open as an expectant squint strained my eyes due to the flashes of light shooting through window. Wait. Flashes? I pursed my eyes training them to the light frantically, trying to get some semblance of what was outside the window. A smacking realization leaving a bitter taste in my mouth as I slowly grasp the outline of about forty people with cameras in their hands. I can't hear them but I can see they are yelling, stumbling on top of each other to snap a picture, vying for attention. "What on earth...?" I mumble, tightening the grip around the clump of sheet in the palm of my hand. All of a sudden a timid warmth creeping up my cheeks. I gape on. Shocked but not surprised at their flaggerant disregard for people's privacy. My jaw literally hanging a good inch from its normal position. Suddenly a hand reaches out from behind me and draws the curtain with a swift motion. Realization struck my eyes with a bolt pouring them out of the sockets. I turn wide-eyed to the sight of Orlando Bloom. In his birthday suit.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Oct 27, 2005 9:36:08 GMT -5
Just a I was settling into the uncomfortable heat of artificial lights my ears heard a piercing noise somewhat resembling a thousand cats being strangled.
That is the best line ever!
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Post by venus567 on Oct 27, 2005 11:04:50 GMT -5
oh my gosh! ;D
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Post by *Syd* on Oct 27, 2005 15:37:03 GMT -5
fab - all i can say,
speaking for everyone - hurry with an update please please
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Post by OrliKeiraluva on Oct 28, 2005 21:37:48 GMT -5
*Giggles insanely and jumps around like an idiot* This is sooooo great! Lovin it! Update please! *wonders* Hmm, I guess i should update my own fic sometime...damnit! I've got such a bad case of writer's block! Hope you're still on a roll though, cus this is just way too cool! ;D
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Oct 29, 2005 9:02:52 GMT -5
*gasps and then walks away muttering nonsense about Orlando in a birthday suit*
((by the way, Reens, to answer your question decades before, AU stands for Alternate Universe, meaning the events that have actually happened have been ignored for the purpose of writing the fic))
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Post by Reens on Oct 29, 2005 21:43:30 GMT -5
Ah! Thanks for the explanation. I suppose this fiction would stem from uber AU then. Because we know that Keira and Orlando had been good friends prior to POTC and even dated as per Keira.
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Post by Reens on Oct 30, 2005 21:07:59 GMT -5
Bemuse Me
I turn wide-eyed to the sight of Orlando Bloom. In his birthday suit save a cushion covering his, jewels.
We stared on, awe-strucken, awkwardly. In the shock of realization. Of what must've occured last night that could lead to this moment, right here. My lips quivered but words defied coherance of actual words. Finally, Orlando broke the uncomfortable gaze by picking up his whitie tighties sitting on the lamp next to him, he glared at me putting them on while uncomfortably holding the cushion in front as a barrier to my sight. His comfort being the last thing on my mind, I continued glaring daggers at him all the while willing this sight away.
"There is a limit to everything Keira, do you even realize what this prank of yours would cost me?" He growled.
"Excuse me?" I resisted laughing, more nervously than with sarcasm, "That stick up your arse is clearly affecting your brains and moreso common sense Mr. Bloom. Do you seriously think this would not spoil my reputation? Unlike you, I've been successful in keeping my private matters private so far. But thanks to you..."
"Thanks to me? How is this all my fault? I knew you were bad news since the first time I met you," He spat, now collecting the rest of the clothes that were littered carelessly all over the room.
"You know what I've had it with your holier than thou attitude," I took a few steps towards, trying to make sense of this all but failing miserably. When something dawned on me. My body shaking with rage it hadn't known before. "I know I couldn't have bloody bought the alcohol myself since the bloody American laws would not permit a twenty year old to consume liquor quite yet," I gritted through my teeth emphasizing each word.
"Are you accusing me of doing this?" He was dumb founded for a moment. But only a moment.
The next moment we were both talking over eachother to prove our 'point.' Trying to shift the blame on the other. I was so mad I didn't even know when his cell started ringing, I just saw him pick it up and throw it on the wall full force. It shattered upon meeting the wall with a clattering noise silencing us both. He glared at me before taking all of his clothes that he's gathered stepping into the lieu.
As if he's taking the tension away with the presence I fell limply on the bed. Comtemplating my plight with resent, shame, anger. Tears started to well in my eyes as I thought of what this could mean. I felt disgusted with myself. Not only would this defame me but the underage drinking would be scandalized by the press in the worst way possible. God knows they make mountains out of molehills and this occurance, we've just given them gossip on a silver platter. I closed my eyes in defiance of letting reality seep into them, 'No, this is not real' I took a sharp breath squishing my eyes tight.
The panic was settling over me when I heard a knock at the door unwillingly bringing me back to reality. I wasn't sure if I should be opening the door of someone else's hotel room, considering the circumstances. I gave my form a glance still nakidly drapped in a flimsy sheet. In all the commotion, I had forgotton to dress myself up. I scanned the room and started gathering my belongings when the knock came again with Adam's voice faintly calling from the other side. A familiar voice weakened my senses even more as I let go of my tears. I pulled the complimentary robe on myself and raced to the door, throwing myself in Adam's arms without noticing the bewildered look on his face. He pushed me back in the room glancing around in the thankfully empty corrider he closed the door behind him. He consoled, patting my back with his free hand. His other hand holding a bundle of newspapers.
"Are you alright darling?"
"How am I supposed to be alright. I just slept with the man I can't stand. I don't know how the press found out about it and now they are having a field day out there with this," I sniffled.
"I know I saw," He cajoled adding, "but there's more. I want you to sit down for this."
He pulled me on the couch and looked gravely in my eyes. The grim expression on his face told me this is only about to get worse.
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Post by venus567 on Oct 30, 2005 23:18:56 GMT -5
oh my gosh! ugh! it's going to get worse!
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Post by *Syd* on Oct 31, 2005 14:33:42 GMT -5
hurry we need to know whats gonna happen next - btw great job hun
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Post by Miss Knightley on Nov 1, 2005 11:40:14 GMT -5
THE CURSE OF THE CLIFFHANGER!!!!!
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Post by Reens on Nov 1, 2005 17:43:06 GMT -5
As you know, after the immediate demise of my stupid crapasstic insult of a computer, I have lost all my notes on this fiction and well, I am practically typing this in here so bear with the errors and yadi yadi preface yada.
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Devil's Advocate
As if understanding my anguish Adam squeezed my hand and slowly placed one of the newspapers from the bundle on my lap. He gave me a reassuring look and let go of my hand, freeing it to hold the article that now had my full attention. Orlando Bloom: Gay and Married I stared at the headline on this full page article staring at a picture of me and Orlando sitting in his BMW.
"Adam oh thank God, I was just about to call you," Orlando's voice came from a corner. By this point I was so overwhelmed with the revelation that I couldn't even look at him.
"Gay and married?" I whispered, mostly to myself than to the other occupants of the room.
"Gay?" Orlando asked in frustration not more different than mine, "What is going on here?"
I supressed my clouded vision and forced myself on the newspaper, not fully understanding sensationalized headline, reading on: "The star of Lord of the Rings, Orlando Bloom married his British co-star Keira Knightley yesterday in a small and intimate gathering of friends. The duo are set to star in the upcoming Jerry Bruckheimer movie "From Blood It Begun" which is set to release on November 3, 2005 worldwide. This abrupt ceremony may put to rest all the rumours that insinuated Bloom's much scandalized sexual preference specifically his mouth to mouth kiss with Domique Monaghan at the Oscars.
I gave them both an incredulous look. Orlando, showered and towel clad now sat in front of me, scanning all the newspaper headlines. I could tell by the look on his face that it all just hit him.
"This is crazy!" I cried.
"I know!" Orlando spoke.
"No no no, this is all just a nightmare," I gasped. Squeezing my eyes shut hoping this is just one of those moments where I spaced out and started dreaming, except this was a nightmare.
"Wait, are you gay?" I exasperated.
"What?" He glimpsed at me shortly before diving back into the paper, "No!" He added, sternly.
"I know you guys are really overwhelmed right now and you will not agree with me at the moment but maybe there is a blessing in all this," Adams words prompted a unionised "No" from the both of us.
Orlando started, "f**k no! If this isn't just a media manufactured far fetched gossip, then the first I'd do is talk to my lawyer."
I nodded. I think in the back of my mind I'd denied this rumour as anything but. Knowing this to be one of those rumours that had no basis in fact. I myself have been a victim of black press, with the falsified "lip surgery" rumours that had spread about me some years ago.
"I hate to break it to you too, but," without a word Adam took my hand by the ring finger and brought it to our view. A three karat Tiffany's diamond ring cutting in my senses, prompting a jump from Orlando and a piercing scream from me. Not one of my finest moments. I looked at Orlando, bewildered.
"I hate you so much," I informed between my sobs.
"I hate you too," he assured.
"I know this all seems wrong but you guys have to calm down," Adam walked past a pacing Orlando to grab a box of facial tissues. Passing me a tissue, he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, "It will be alright sweety."
"Don't sweety me! This isn't happening for real is it?" I relied, still unsure about the realness of this all.
"I am telling you, this is not all bad. Hey, this may even work out for both of your interests," He claimed, grinning.
"How could you say that? How could you even..." Orlando growled, thinking for a moment, "I want you to call my lawyer right now."
"Look, just hear me out okay? You guys have done eachother a favour by doing this, just think for a second - Orlando people were questioning if you were even straight doesn't bode well with your screaming shreiking fangirls that make much of your fanbase," He said matter-of-factly, "And you Keira," He turned to me, "you were being scrutinized for your performances and your on-off relationship with Jamie. Not to mention if you guys went ahead and called this off, pulling a "Britney" as I'd like to call it," he chuckled slightly to meet Orlando's frown and my death-ray stare, sobering him instantly, "as I was saying if you guys went and called this a drunken mistake, it would be bad for both your reputation. For you," He motioned in Orlando's direction, "It would just solidify the "gay rumours" that I know you want to escape from and for Keira, underage drinking and recklessness might scath that spotless reputation she's kept all these years."
Even though I wanted to scratch Adam's eyes out, I had to admit he was right. As much as I hated to show my weakness in front of other people, at the moment I could hardly control myself, "so what are you saying?" I mumbled, blowing my nose loudly into the chunk of tissues.
"I am saying that you both go along with this for the moment being and..."
Orlando interrupted him, indignantly, "I-don't think so."
"Yeah, we can't stand eachother," I added, not liking where this was going.
"Its up to you two but do give this a thought. Your movie is coming out in a few days and any publicity both good and bad may effect the box office and distribution right sales," Adam notified, changing his tone to that of a calculating agent. Ha! I knew these industry people were not to be trusted.
"Are you kidding me? I am not going to stay married to someone---" he paused to correct himself, "just because it effects the sales of a movie," Orlando jolted. "Besides, its a good movie it will sell itself."
I observed them silently, all too caught up in my own thoughts.
Next::::> Sequel to Disaster
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Post by venus567 on Nov 1, 2005 21:34:57 GMT -5
that was so great! ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Nov 2, 2005 11:07:54 GMT -5
Scandalicious. It's hard to tell you were writing spur of the moment, sweets. You're a pro at this.
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Post by missendicott on Nov 2, 2005 18:35:43 GMT -5
I was like " I know they didn't" when I read the newspaper part! I am so into this fic. I was sitting here reading it with my mouth open!
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Post by Reens on Nov 2, 2005 18:57:40 GMT -5
Sorry, something I failed to mention was that in the AU, I changed the name of the movie. So they weren't working on Pirates instead they were working on "From blood it begun," which if I remember correctly was a line Barbossa said before he would slit their palms for breaking the curse. The line was "From blood it begun and with blood it would end" The reason for doing that. *Grins Slyly* I am going to start another fiction (Will/Elizabeth) one, if time permitted. Which would be titled the same. I know that I've tricked you before with Best of me/Phoenix Rising but this is NOT the same fiction. It would be a completely different fiction, I promise. Must-Kill-Plot-Bunnies!
Thank you guys so much for reviewing. It keeps me motivated, not to mention writing. Di you are a doll.
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Nov 5, 2005 22:06:05 GMT -5
Ack! Suspense!
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Post by Rainbow on Nov 8, 2005 11:19:53 GMT -5
Reeeeennns!! This is fantastic and the first Keira/Orlando I have read in about a year, wow. [and the first het in about as much time, tee hee] I remember the title of this! It's so awesome that you're writing and posting it Go you! And omfg I loved your last post so much! Dom and Orli :HUGE GRIN: Big up the slash! Orli's in denial, yup yup. Or maybe I am :rolleyes: Your Keira is such entertainment, it's awesome. Can't wait to read more.
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Post by Reens on Nov 11, 2005 1:22:28 GMT -5
You and your slash! *shaking head* Oh well, could've been worst. You could've been a Paris Hilton fan.
Another rushed update. Sorry for the delay. This is going to be a little on the angst side. Can't help the angsty tendencies here. *shrug* Its not beta read or even re-read so please pardon the mistakes.Sequel to DisasterThis kind of drama belonged on a B grade movie's script at best. Its not supposed to happen in real life. Not my life. Sure I came from the proverbial ' hollywood background' with both my parents involved in the industry one way or another, but my upbringing was definately not hollywood by any means. I don't know how I'd gathered enough energy to take off the ring and then placed it on the mantle before I scurried out of Orlando's hotel room. Or how I got to my room where the answering machine was blinking with a few dozen messages from family and friends. Or even, how I convinced my mother to disregard this rumour without being convinced myself. All that I knew was that it had all passed all too quickly for me to make an assesment of the damage this had done. I cancelled the photoshoot and stayed in for the rest of the day. Facing the camera or any unsimplistic questions was completely out of the question. I needed sometime alone to think things through. I stared at my now bare ring finger. I never fantasized about a big wedding like many girls do but I certainly hoped it would be with someone who'd love me as much as I loved him. Rather than a product of a sloshed-up error which I couldn't even recall the memory of. Another tear tore through an incriminating streak on my face protruding in the bellowing silence of the room. Salty waters escaping gladly from the confinements of the mock bravery I'd perfected for such occasions. A soft rap at the door broke my self-pitying consternations. Not wanting to answer I pulled the covers around myself and ignored it at first. "Keira," came a reluctant voice, "its me, Adam. We need to talk." Carelessly I wiped the remains of anguished streaks from my cheeks and half-opened the door, "you want something?" I asked curtly. Subconciously I was thankful that Orlando had sent him instead of addressing the issue of divorce himself. I was sure to have a better grasp on my restraint (ha! what a joke) with Adam rather than Orlando."I am sorry to bother you but you know as much as I do, you both need to figure this out," he said calmly. I nodded and let him in. Without wasting a second he envoloped me in a hug. As much as I needed a friendly embrace, I pushed him away. "State your business Mr. Dowell. What does your client want?" I retreated blankly, still not forgiving him for his earlier calculative ways. He gave me a look of hurt. "I won't claim to know how you feel Keira but I do want you to know that as much as you hate me right now, I am here for you not as Orlando's agent, but as your friend. Regardless of how you feel about my stance on this situation can you please give your drinking buddy atleast that?" My features must've softened going by the look of relief on his face, "not to say that I've changed my mind about how you should approach this." I opened my mouth to relent him but he stopped me and started, "I know, I know you hate him with a passion and you wouldn't even consider being in the same room with him unless needed but think this out before you make another mistake. The press is already betting on you two separating and calling this a drunken mistake. And really for the likes of Britneys its not a big deal. But I know you Keira. You have very modest values in you and this will haunt you." He paused to watch the desired effect of his observation, he knew me, that I could give him. "So just think before you decide on anything. I've spoken to Orlando and he has agreed on keeping this under wraps for a little while or atleast till you guys' movie is in the theatres which wont be more than two to three months. You need a place to stay in L.A. since you'll be filming your upcoming in this area. You guys can be like roommates. You know." "I can get a hotel room," I said with utmost annoyance, "really though, what do you both hope to accomplish from this? No matter how long we keep up this proposed act we'll have to end it someday." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, my senses alarmed by what he was about to say, "Have you noticed that your underage drinking hasn't summoned you a visit from the authorities?" I gasped. "Well, we've tried to make this look as normal as possible. So as per the press and public, you both indeed 'wanted' to get married. Keira, people love that you are so normal. People love watching you both on screen. There is undeniable chemistry between you two that I bet you don't even realize." "So what? I can't live a lie to appease my fans Adam!" I interrupted, "I can't beleive you got him to agree to this but you aren't persuading me." "No one is asking you to live a lie. And you have no idea what I had to go through to make Orlando see this. It is only temporary and trust me, he will keep his distance. His house is huge and he is hardly ever there. You wont even notice him. He'll give you your privacy as long as you give him his. Think of this as a contract." I wasn't completely sold on the idea but after much debate, I had to concede. Damn Adam and his persuasive ways. Fearful and still unsure, I wondered, what was I getting myself into? Next::::> *editting title to: "Measure of a man's...dog"
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