Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:23:23 GMT -5
* Moved from BnK archives.
Childish
Author: Serena
Challenged by: Hari T.
Challenge words: Notes, Intoxicating, Remember, Free, Childish
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Keira Knightley's POV
August 2005 | At the set of Pirates of the Caribbean
“Johnny, have you seen my script?” I interrogated an engrossed Johnny, who was busy putting his wig on in his dressing room.
His busy hands halted for a second before continuing the task that was his wig, “yeah.”
“Really,” I chimed.
“Course… it’s in my pocket.” He gestured with his free hand towards his pocket, comically showcasing his primped up filthy pirate teeth.
“Ugh!” I gritted turning in frustration and almost bumped into Lee, “Oi, oh Lee, have you seen my script. It was right over there,” I pointed at a prop barrel, “before I left for the bathroom.”<br>
“Dun dun dun,” he said dramatically, enrapturing the situation as he looked in the handy cam he was given to shoot extra footage for the DVD, “Keira has just lost her script, will she remember her lines? Would Gore have any copies on the island? And most importantly would Jerry have any hair at all after he is done with this scene? Tune in…” he noted in a monotone.
Oh great, if this goes in the final coverage the whole world would know what a ditz I am. Rolling my eyes, I groaned and resumed my quest. The fact that the script was missing wasn’t of as much concern to me as what was scribbled in there. The thought extinguished concern, replaced by sheer anxiousness as I neared Jack Davenport, “Have you seen my script,” I repeated like a broken record.
“I might’ve seen it walking over to Jack and Jill who went up the hill.” He grinned.
“God, why can’t I get a straight answer today. You guys can be so childish you know that,” I shook my head in anguish.
“Have you asked Orlando?” His suggestive looks ensured there was more to this then he was letting on.
“Oh…” I registered. “Just great,” I added as the last person I wanted to see the script most probably was doing just that at the moment. Without wasting another second I marched towards the beach where Orlando was last seen by the crew members. As the sandy beach started coming to view, his presence brought my heart to a dangerous pace, as it always did. Recognizing my script's booklet in his hands as he laid tanning on the beach didn’t help matters much. For a second I thought of returning but knowing I had to confront him now in private or in ten minutes when we had to film a very intimate scene for the sequel, I decided to go through with this. Slowly, I made my way watching his bronzed skin glazing relentlessly in the hot Caribbean sun, he looked oblivious of the surroundings sitting on the white beach chair with his back towards me, reading my stupid notes on the script. My sanity threatened to leave my side, my galloping heart raced skipping a few beats as I grunted to get his attention.
“Keira?” Unsurprised, a small smile crept upon his lips as he took his sun glasses off and turned to me.
“Please,” I pressed my eyes together as my cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment, “don’t say anything, just give me the script.” I said hurriedly.
"And if I don't?" he said jumping up to face me, dangling the script as he stood.
"Please..." I pleaded limpily, embarassed at my foolishness my blurring vision communicated what words couldn't.
“Hmm,” he pressed his lips together in contemplation seeing I was in no mood for fun and games, “there is much desired to be said, don’t you think?” I remained silent, studying the sparkling sand by my feet. “Remember when we first met at the auditions? I recall saying to myself...” his intoxicating voice sent me in a rapture of reminisce, “there is no such thing as love at first sight. Didn't know it feels so good to be wrong.” he said almost figuratively, elevating my chin to claim my lips in the softness of his.
A comforting euphoria trickled down my senses, “I recall your first impression too.” shyly breaking the kiss, without losing contact with our eyes I added in all seriousness, “Unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasure to be wrong...”
“Why?” he asked seductively with a self-assured half-grin on his face.
“Because you're still so childish!”
…and with that I made a run for my life.
Childish
Author: Serena
Challenged by: Hari T.
Challenge words: Notes, Intoxicating, Remember, Free, Childish
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Keira Knightley's POV
August 2005 | At the set of Pirates of the Caribbean
“Johnny, have you seen my script?” I interrogated an engrossed Johnny, who was busy putting his wig on in his dressing room.
His busy hands halted for a second before continuing the task that was his wig, “yeah.”
“Really,” I chimed.
“Course… it’s in my pocket.” He gestured with his free hand towards his pocket, comically showcasing his primped up filthy pirate teeth.
“Ugh!” I gritted turning in frustration and almost bumped into Lee, “Oi, oh Lee, have you seen my script. It was right over there,” I pointed at a prop barrel, “before I left for the bathroom.”<br>
“Dun dun dun,” he said dramatically, enrapturing the situation as he looked in the handy cam he was given to shoot extra footage for the DVD, “Keira has just lost her script, will she remember her lines? Would Gore have any copies on the island? And most importantly would Jerry have any hair at all after he is done with this scene? Tune in…” he noted in a monotone.
Oh great, if this goes in the final coverage the whole world would know what a ditz I am. Rolling my eyes, I groaned and resumed my quest. The fact that the script was missing wasn’t of as much concern to me as what was scribbled in there. The thought extinguished concern, replaced by sheer anxiousness as I neared Jack Davenport, “Have you seen my script,” I repeated like a broken record.
“I might’ve seen it walking over to Jack and Jill who went up the hill.” He grinned.
“God, why can’t I get a straight answer today. You guys can be so childish you know that,” I shook my head in anguish.
“Have you asked Orlando?” His suggestive looks ensured there was more to this then he was letting on.
“Oh…” I registered. “Just great,” I added as the last person I wanted to see the script most probably was doing just that at the moment. Without wasting another second I marched towards the beach where Orlando was last seen by the crew members. As the sandy beach started coming to view, his presence brought my heart to a dangerous pace, as it always did. Recognizing my script's booklet in his hands as he laid tanning on the beach didn’t help matters much. For a second I thought of returning but knowing I had to confront him now in private or in ten minutes when we had to film a very intimate scene for the sequel, I decided to go through with this. Slowly, I made my way watching his bronzed skin glazing relentlessly in the hot Caribbean sun, he looked oblivious of the surroundings sitting on the white beach chair with his back towards me, reading my stupid notes on the script. My sanity threatened to leave my side, my galloping heart raced skipping a few beats as I grunted to get his attention.
“Keira?” Unsurprised, a small smile crept upon his lips as he took his sun glasses off and turned to me.
“Please,” I pressed my eyes together as my cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment, “don’t say anything, just give me the script.” I said hurriedly.
"And if I don't?" he said jumping up to face me, dangling the script as he stood.
"Please..." I pleaded limpily, embarassed at my foolishness my blurring vision communicated what words couldn't.
“Hmm,” he pressed his lips together in contemplation seeing I was in no mood for fun and games, “there is much desired to be said, don’t you think?” I remained silent, studying the sparkling sand by my feet. “Remember when we first met at the auditions? I recall saying to myself...” his intoxicating voice sent me in a rapture of reminisce, “there is no such thing as love at first sight. Didn't know it feels so good to be wrong.” he said almost figuratively, elevating my chin to claim my lips in the softness of his.
A comforting euphoria trickled down my senses, “I recall your first impression too.” shyly breaking the kiss, without losing contact with our eyes I added in all seriousness, “Unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasure to be wrong...”
“Why?” he asked seductively with a self-assured half-grin on his face.
“Because you're still so childish!”
…and with that I made a run for my life.
