Knightly in Bloom
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Post by Knightly in Bloom on Jun 19, 2004 21:25:59 GMT -5
Oh great story so far. You're a very talented writer. Funny thing is my name is Ariana...lol
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 20, 2004 0:04:57 GMT -5
I smiled and waved, both of them thinking it was only themselves I was waving to. Looking back at Johnny, I sighed at his grin. "What a lucky young lad you have turned out to be."
^ haha that bit cracks me up everytime. lol
Edit. Ps. Hi Ariana *waves*
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Post by Loreley on Jun 20, 2004 5:46:17 GMT -5
Oh great story so far. You're a very talented writer. Funny thing is my name is Ariana...lol haha lol that's really cool! welcome to the boards Ariana! I'm Amy. glad to have you here!
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Knightly in Bloom
Knightley Newbie
I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request...
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Post by Knightly in Bloom on Jun 20, 2004 20:45:21 GMT -5
Thanks guys! ;D
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 21, 2004 3:11:20 GMT -5
*grins* your welocome ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 21, 2004 9:15:36 GMT -5
That is an excellent idea, Serena. I tend to agree with you, and I think I will do just what you have sugested.
Welcome Ariana! No hard feelings, love. *winks* that's always been one of my favorite names.
~Diana
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 21, 2004 9:42:44 GMT -5
Hey Ariana, love your sig! i don't think i noticed before. Very nice! ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 21, 2004 10:26:19 GMT -5
Mag: So, Keira, you get to snog Orlando Bloom? Keira: I do get to snog Orlando, yes. I'm rather smug about it actually. I'm quite worried I'm going to get lynched by teenage girls but to all teenagers out there: 'I'm really sorry and he's a great kisser!' Mag: Come on - what's it like, give us a bit of detail. Keira: Give us a bit of detail?! He kissed, I kissed, the sun set, it's all very romantic, we have fabulous clothes, he had a big feather in his hair and it's all good. Mag: How long did it take to film that scene? Did you keep on having to do extra takes just to make sure you got it absolutely spot on? Keira: Obviously we had to get the feel of the kiss completely right so we did it six or seven times, it took several hours, lovely! Mag: And they were paying you to make this movie? Keira: Yeah, they were paying me to kiss Orlando Bloom and get stuck on an island with Johnny Depp, somebody has to do it! *********************************************** Although there is a passionate romance between your character and Orlando's going on, the two of you don't have a lot of scenes together. What did you do to make sure there was chemistry between the two of you on screen? Keira: Orlando and I went on a date when we found out we were in this movie together. Just to get to know each other really. Because this is about a couple who are willing to die for each other. We talked all night and drank tea. It clicked right away, so there was chemistry. Otherwise we'd have to fake it, laugh.'
Mag: How did you prepare for the kiss with Orlando at the end? KK: A lot of studying. Yes, I went around kissing every boy that I could find. Mag: Are you shy on-camera, or does it come naturally to kiss Orlando on-camera? KK: I think it comes naturally to kiss Orlando anywhere. I had no trouble with kissing him on-camera. He's a good-looking boy, why not? Mag: How many takes? KK: That took quite a lot of time, that scene, actually. [Whispers] We kept getting it wrong, isn't that weird? I don't know, maybe five to six, or four to five. Mag: How many takes were you willing to do? KK: Lots and lots and lots! Mag: How was your work with Orlando Bloom? KK: We met each other a couple of times before at auditions. He'd get the part or I'd get the part, but we've never worked together. But we'd go out to eat in London. On this film, however, we only worked on four scenes together. Every day he was on set, I was off. We really didn't spend a lot of time together until we shot the scenes where we're together. He's a really, really great guy, and he's a sweetheart.
DJ: You’ve worked with Keira Knightly, a fairly fine woman. OB: Fairly fine, I’d say. She’s beautiful!
Gray: Does the director kind of say, “Oh, slip her a bit of tongue”, or do they just kind of play with your mind? Orlando: They just…it sort of depends. This is a PG movie and I’m kissing Keira Knightly so it’s a nice big romantic wet kiss, but nothing too intense, but it sort of depends really, doesn’t it. I suppose it’s more a question of who you’re kissing as opposed to the director, coz the directors gonna go “Yeah sure, you can slip anything you like in!” (laughs) But the actors might have issues… Gray: This book I have read about acting and kissing says, one of the problems is: “Sometimes, a boy has a very long tongue.” Ladies in the audience thinking what’s the problem?! “Sometimes, a boy has a very long tongue, and it can make you feel like you can’t breathe.” That’s a problem. What to do? “If his tongue is too long,” and I don’t know how much this book cost, but it’s cheap at any price, “If his tongue is too long, just push him back gently, and whisper Your tongue is too long.” Orlando: I wonder what Keira would’ve said. Sorry love, your tongue’s just too long.
(These interviews taken and messed with from geocities.com/orlandokeira.com) AKA - Star Crossed Lovers
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 21, 2004 10:39:42 GMT -5
Orlando: I wonder what Keira would’ve said. Sorry love, your tongue’s just too long.Hahah that quote alwasy makes me laugh. i actually saw that episode, it was so hilarious
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Post by Reens on Jun 21, 2004 12:06:29 GMT -5
At first I thought I was being delusional at what I found to be rare chemistry between them. I mean does anyone else not see how chummy they look? Someone pull their "Denial" file and stamp it 'closed'....PHULEEEEEEEEEZ!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 21, 2004 17:17:25 GMT -5
As I lay here alone in the dark, I can't help my mind as it runs away with strange thoughts and fantasies. I would sleep if I could, but it seems my mind just will not calm yet. I think of the interviews and how much I actually enjoyed them. All three of us were in such good moods today, and talking about everything we did making the movie came easy. I had wonderful actors to work with who made it feel more like play than work. Rolling over on my side, I smile as I think of Johnny. It is a rare occasion that brings us together for more than a few minutes, and I was so glad for his presence today. I told him everything. About the phone call that had brought me to the states, the feelings that followed soon after, meeting Arianna....and how I was feeling now. "Have you told him?" he asked me earlier. I simply shook my head and watched him as he conversed with a reporter. "Exactly how are you feeling?" I looked at him and smiled a little. "You sound like a psychologist. How am I feeling?" I looked back to Orlando. "I'm feeling very confused." Johnny sighed and rolled his eyes as if he had expected that exact answer, but wanted more. "I understand but, if you are not in love with the boy, it may change the side my favor falls on." I blinked and looked at him sharply. "You just finished telling a man in there that you felt protective of me, that I was like your younger sister." He nodded. "And now how strong my feelings are determines who you chose to side with?" Again he nodded, a beguiling smile lighting his dark features. Against my better judgment, I smiled as well. "Yes, I am in love with him if that is what you wish to know." "Yes it is." He looked at Orlando as the interview was wrapping up. "He's engaged, love. What now?" I sighed and found Arianna standing off to the side, watching as well. "I don't know." Frowning, I turned my attention back to Johnny. "I should have taken my chance with him when I first had it." "No argument there love." Turning now on my back to stare at the ceiling, my mind wanders to Arianna. I think she and I would be friends if there wasn't someone we both had affections for. Obviously we both had good taste. I wanted to tell him how I felt....but what would it do? The fact that I liked who Arianna was irritated me highly. I didn't want to take something that would make her hurt. I decided that, if he asked me, I wouldn't deny it. But just openly stating that I was in love with him...could be destructive. Not just for the relationship he had with Arianna, but for us as well. I have three and a half weeks to see where all of this would go, if anywhere. As I close my eyes, I am taken back to a day more than a year ago. The sun warms my face as I smile at Orlando from across the set we worked on. The wind is blowing, tossing his long dark hair about his face. He smiles at me, and I feel my knees go week. Drifting to sleep, his arms welcome me into a relaxing dream.
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Post by Reens on Jun 21, 2004 19:44:41 GMT -5
Drifting to sleep, his arms welcome me into a relaxing dream.
What a way to close the chapter. You see, this is WHY you are distinguised!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 21, 2004 20:36:25 GMT -5
*blushes* thank you very much.
This morning as I was just getting ready to go out for the day, a knock came at my door. Excitement built up in me, knowing Orlando was the only person who knew I was here, so I rushed to open it. As I did, my eyes fell on a girl who was a little shorter than me, with big brown eyes, long blonde hair and a big smile. "Jill!" "Hi!" We embraced and laughed. "What are you doing here?" I let her in and closed the door behind her. "Did your brother tell you I was in town?" She nodded and laughed, hugging me again. "When we were on the phone last night he told me. It is so good to see you!" Jill and I had met two years ago, when Orlando and I had just started filming Pirates. She had come down to visit him and the two of us became immediate friends, much to the discomfort of her brother. I think he feared the stories she would tell me, and rightly so. Many hours had been passed with her stories of a young Orlando, picking on his younger brother and even younger sister. When she visited the set again, it was as much to see me as him. We had lost touch for a little while, but seeing her now, it seemed like we had just seen each other the day before. "What happened to the brown hair?" She smiled and shrugged. "I needed a change." Grinning, she sat down. "So what are you doing here?" She spoke as an American did, not having been to her birthplace since she was very young. Any English accent she may have had disappeared a long time ago.
"Well, I had some time off and I decided to spend it in the states." A strange look in her eyes, and the smile she wore told me she knew there was more to it than that. "And I wanted to see Orlando." Her gaze was steady and her smile didn't leave. "He's engaged now." I nodded, averting my eyes. "Yes, I met Arianna already. Would you like something to eat or drink? I could call fro room service." I stood and her smile grew. "Don't change the subject KiKi. You came here to try and hook up, didn’t you?" I felt my face grow hot and saw, when I passed the mirror, the blush that stained my cheeks. "Of course not. Hook up...what does that mean?" She laughed. "You know, I tried to get you two together and you were the one who stopped it." She stood and joined me in my small kitchen. "He wanted to be with you, Keira." "I know," I said softly. "And I should have listened to you." She cupped a hand to her ear and grinned. "I'm sorry, what was that?" I couldn't help the small laugh I let go of. "I should have listened to you, alright?" I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "And now he’s engaged." Jill nodded. "Yes he is." She raised an eyebrow. "But the other day..." I looked at her. "What?" She shook her head. "Nothing. What happened the other day?" I told her about the incident on the couch and she nodded, almost looking impressed. "Something is there, right? If there wasn't that wouldn't have happened...would it?" She shrugged and I shook her. "Jill, you're not helping me!" She laughed and went to grab her purse. "Let's go shopping and get something to eat. I'm starved."
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 22, 2004 5:07:31 GMT -5
openly stating that I was in love with him...could be destructivehaha, yes. why is it that love has such a tendancy to be distructive? hmmm
haha, Jill is just the coolest character ever. Bless her.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 22, 2004 7:46:00 GMT -5
I would have done it the right way, had I known about his real family before i started this fic, but oh well. Then it wouldn't have been the same story I guess. And Jill is just too cool anyway. *grins*
“Yeah, and he treats me really well, and I really just love being with him. In fact, the very first time I was introduced to him, I could tell that…” I nodded and smiled a few times as Jill chattered on about this and that. She had gone from food, to music, to shoes, and now to her new boyfriend, Michael. She had no idea that I wasn’t really listening. “You know, you can take the sunglasses off. No one will recognize you in Hicksville New Hampshire.” We had taken a break from walking and had found a table in the food court in a local shopping mall. I rested back against the cold hard plastic seat and removed my sunglasses, though pulling my ball cap down just the same. Jill grinned at me. “I’m on vacation,” I explained with an irritated sigh. “I’d like to keep it that way by remaining unseen.”<br> Jill shrugged, setting her many bags on the floor under our red grated table. “Fine by me.” She rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward. “So why don’t we talk about what’s really bothering you.”<br> “What do you mean?” I asked, glancing around the mall. It was still early, and a weekday, so there weren’t many people shopping yet. “Maybe my big brother.”<br> I shrugged, dropping my gaze to my hands. “Yeah alright. How is Jeremy?”<br> She smirked. “Not that big brother.”<br> “Oh.”<br> “So what do you think of Ari?”<br> Groaning, I leaned forward and rested my head in my arms. “She’s cute.”<br> “Doesn’t that just drive you nuts?” Jill laughed. I sat up at little to give her a dirty look. “Yes, actually, and your smugness doesn’t help much. Incase you were wondering.”<br> “Sorry,” she giggled. “I just think you have really bad timing.”<br> “You think I don’t know that?”<br> “So what are you going to do?”<br> “I don’t know,” I whined, plopping my head back down. “He’s happy. That’s all that matters, right?” When she didn’t answer, I looked up to see her smiling. “Right Jill?” She shrugged and sat back. “And what do you think of Arianna?”<br> “Well…” She chewed on her lip, thinking. “I think she’s quiet, a little shy and introverted. Completely wrong for Orli, but she seems to make him happy.”<br> I narrowed my eyes. “And that means?”<br> “It means, yeah, he’s happy…” “But?” Again, she shrugged, a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. “Your brother does that too.”<br> “What?” she laughed. “Give people that look when he has so much more to say, but wants to play with peoples minds.”<br> She raised an eyebrow, her smile never fading. “Given you that look a lot, has he?”<br> I glanced at my watch. “Come on, I have some calls to make. Drop me at my room?”<br> She nodded. “Sure. Hey, what are you doing for dinner tonight?”<br> “Nothing at all, why?”<br> “Well, now you have plans.”<br>
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 22, 2004 7:53:12 GMT -5
Ah it wouldn't be the same with out Jill and Jeramy, they are like the most pivital characters.
And Jill is just so cute and adorable and always looking out for them all. See thats your amazing writing for you. you have created characters from scratch and then not only are they totaly wonderful, individual and interesting people but also completely believable that its his family.
I almost wouldn't be suprised if there were sudden press reports that he has a sister called Jill and a brother, Jeremy who have managed to spend all this time hidden from the press.
by the way, great update. as always ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 22, 2004 8:36:37 GMT -5
rofl! I think I would really die at that point! Sorry if I go too fast for people, but I'm trying to get caught up as Miss Serena suggested. I have something else I want to post, but the story needs to be at a certain point first.
I walked in the front entrance, making for the elevator to go up to my room, when someone quietly called my name. I turned, frowning, expecting a flash to go off in my face. But it was the woman behind the front desk. She smiled at me and I walked over to her. “Miss Knightly,” she said again, looking around nervously. “Someone dropped these off for you today.” She pulled two small envelopes out from under her counter and slid them across to me. Taking them in my hand, I examined them. Neither was labeled with a return address, and neither did the handwriting my name was scribbled in look familiar. “Who are these from?”<br> She shrugged, and apologetic smile on her face. “A courier.”<br> Nodding, I still looked them over. “Thank you very much.” As I turned to leave, a thought struck me. I turned back to the woman. “May I ask you a question?”<br> “Of course.”<br> “If I pay in cash, can I change the name I am staying under.”<br> She smiled knowingly. “Of course.”<br> Reflecting her smile, I slung my bag over my arm. “I think I should like to do that then.”<br> Up in my room, I threw my bag and light jacket onto the couch, taking the mysterious envelopes with me into the kitchen. I set a kettle full of water on the burner and jumped as the phone rang. I picked it up and held the receiver to my ear. “Yes?”<br> “Miss Smith?” It was the same woman from downstairs. “Yes?”<br> “I have a Mr. Turner on the line for you.”<br> I smiled, chuckling softly. “Put him through, thanks.” There was a soft click. “Hello?”<br> “Hello darling.”<br> I grinned. “Mr. Turner, is it?”<br> There was a soft laugh on the other end of the phone. “Indeed it is, Miss Smith.”<br> I went into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. “I decided it would be best not to stay under my real name. So if you call again, ask from Mary Smith.”<br> “Will do,” Orlando replied. There was a pause and I blinked. “Was there something you wanted?”<br> Again a pause. “You know, I forgot what it was.”<br> “Bull.”<br> He laughed. “Just wanted to see how you were getting on is all.”<br> “I still don’t believe you, but that’s fine.” I sighed. “I went shopping with Jill today.”<br> “Yes, she informed me that you would be joining us for dinner tonight.”<br> My stomach dropped and I sagged. “I’m sorry? Us? Who is us?”<br> “Me, Jill, and Jeremy. We have dinner together once a week.” I let out a huge sigh of relief that didn’t go unnoticed by Orlando. “Is that a good sigh, or…?”<br> “No! I mean, yes! Of course it is! I thought for a moment….I mean, when you said us, I figured…” I let the sentence hang, floundering. His voice was soft when next he spoke. “You thought I meant Arianna and I.”<br> I felt like I was crumbling. Thankfully, I was saved by the phone in my purse ringing to life. “I’ve got another call. Do you want me to call you back?”<br> “No,” he answered, his voice still low. “Just be ready by seven. I’ll pick you up then.” There was a click as he hung up and I groaned, defeated. I pushed the phone off and reached for my purse. Pulling my cell phone out, I checked the ID. A smile replaced my frown as I answered. “Well if it isn’t Captain Jack…”
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 22, 2004 13:47:34 GMT -5
Can't wait ;D
Captain Jack haha, excelent..
Miss smith and Mr Turner, ah dear, what originality they have.
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Post by Reens on Jun 22, 2004 18:06:11 GMT -5
rofl! I think I would really die at that point! Sorry if I go too fast for people, but I'm trying to get caught up as Miss Serena suggested. I have something else I want to post, but the story needs to be at a certain point first. Thanks for listening to my babble. *straddles in her chair with an uneasy feeling* You have something else to post! You really shouldn't have said that now I will be restless until I see what you are talking about! Actually, there was one part of your story that I just can't get over. *spoiler for first time readers - do not read any further* It comes near the end of your most recent updates. When you described Keira sitting by the tree watching a leaf drop in the water. I loved the imagery in your words. I could feel her looking at the leaf, relating to it, falling in the depths of sorrows....her spirit broken, lost, and overwhelmed. WOW! "a mysterious twinkle in her eyes" > Sweet "Reflecting her smile"> Nice "My stomach dropped and I sagged" > Perfectly emoted! *Update please!*
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 23, 2004 7:07:34 GMT -5
*salutes* yes Ma'am!
Later that night, I sat before the TV, flipping the channels aimlessly. I would only pause when my finger tired, and then I wasn’t even paying attention. I half watched a family comedy in a stupor, snapping out of it only when the father brought in the mail. Mail! Those two envelopes were still on the counter by the phone. Tossing the remote aside, I jumped up. I reached for the two white letters, taking the first one and examining the blue cursive letters of my name. Definitely not from anyone I recognized. I tore it open, careful to avoid ripping whatever it hid inside. I pulled out the ivory sheet of paper and read the elegant handwriting. “Greetings Keira! This is just a note to ask you to join me in New York on the 18th. Enclosed are directions and the number for you to call and tell me yes. We will be having a small get together for all the cast mates to meet and greet each other, and play a few ice breaking games. I’m sure you’ll be looking forward to it as much as everyone else will.” It was signed Gary Marshall. With a smirk, I pulled out the second piece of paper and read over the location notes. What surprised me were the three phone numbers written below. It was a cell phone number, a pager number, and a home phone number. Interesting. I opened the second envelope and laughed. “Keira, I know you‘ve always wanted to see my brother in his birthday suit, so here ya go!” Under the note was a picture. I pulled it out and giggled. A naked baby smiled up at me from the picture. He sat in a tub full of water and toys. He had the same smile he did now. I shook my head, laughing, and set everything back down on the counter. I glanced at my watch. It was close to six and Orlando would be here in an hour. I chewed on my lip. I had to use this hour wisely. By the time, he knocked on my door, I finally satisfied with the way I looked. “It’s open!”<br> The door slowly opened and I ducked into the bathroom. “Are you decent?”<br> I laughed. “Barely.” Coming out of the bathroom, I saw him standing by the door, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. My heart rate sped up and I sighed softly. “Orlando, those are beautiful…” He smiled, looking them over. “Yeah, Jill loves wildflowers.”<br> My heart sank. “Right…” I fidgeted, my gaze falling to the floor. I didn’t see his gaze that went to the counter. “Oh, who’s this?”<br> I looked up. The picture! I snatched it away before he got a good look at it. “That is a friends baby. He’s a real cutie.” I felt my face get red and I ran for the bedroom to shove the picture into a safe spot. The bottom of a suitcase. I caught my eyes in the mirror and looked myself over once more. The makeup was perfect, most of my hair was piled onto my head, save a few soft curls that fell around my face. And the flowing black dress I wore cut at an angle around my knees. I nodded, happy. Grabbing a light jacket, I smiled at Orlando. “Shall we?”<br>
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