Story Notes:
In one word COMEDY.
Chapter 2
TIME OVER
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Ch 2
Fate. Fate is such a fickle thing. What exactly is fate? There's no fate but what we make, one famous actor and actress said. Once we think we understand fate, it seems to change just as we get our fingers around it. It could be said that fate is like sand; always changing and never the same from one person to another. Could fate also be related to destiny? Both speak of the future and both are likely to change just the moment we think we understand our fate or destiny. As one famous person said 'When mortals plan, God laughs.'
To what end would one go to defy their Fate or Destiny? Or could it be said that the gods like to play with a mortals Fate or Destiny, for their enjoyment. Brining two people together only to throw something in the way of their meeting, just to see the frustration it brings to the unlucky mortal the gods have chosen to be their plaything.
"I'm home." He says to his empty apartment then laughs at this own foolishness. How he often smiled when he would say that, then hear his mother reply 'Welcome home.' But those days were long gone. He had moved out of his parents home long ago and moved far away to start living on his own. Flicking on the light switch near the door the room is bathed in false light from the florescent bulbs in the ceiling.
Due to his low income, he had moved out of the single bedroom apartment that he had first had, and into this studio apartment. All his furniture that he possessed were second hand, and most of the cloths he owned were from the local Goodwill or Ross stores. "You buy what you can afford." He says to himself with a heavy sigh and a mock laugh.
Throwing the pizza box onto the low dinning table he sits down on his old spotted couch and sinks into the cushions. Then leaning his head back against the top of the couch he stares up at the ceiling. "Mrow?" Looking down he smiles at his only companion Clarisse, his Skitty. A small smile escapes his lips as he pats his thigh and the cat jumps up and curls in his lap, where he begins to rub the cat and it begins to purr. "At least I can always come home to you Clarisse."
After petting the cat for a while he stretches then lifts the cat up under it's forepaws. "How's about some dinner?" The cat happily mews then he sets the cat down and get out it's bowl and pours a gracious helping of dried cat chow. While doing this, the cat would often rub against his pants leg trying to get it's master to either hurry up or scratch it some more. Returning to the couch he sets the bowl down under the table and starts to work on his pizza.
"Yuck. Cold pizza." He says after the first bite. "I don't know why I even bother to eat this junk. It's not even the kind I like." Looking down at the pizza there are several different slices from different pizzas that hadn't gown out or were left over from the restaurant. 'Oh that's right, it's free.' He thinks, as he curses himself under his breath for being so penniless. All he could really afford was this apartment and not much else. For crying out loud, he didn't even have any television hooked up. Laughing to himself he finishes off the cold pizza and places it on the countertop then looks around.
'I'll probably feel a lot better once I have a nice hot shower and go to bed.' So with that he finishes off his day and curls under the sheets of his futon. He hears the yawn of this cat above his head and looks at her clawing at the bedding of her basket then settle into a fitful nights sleep. 'It must be nice to be a cat. Don't have to worry much other than where to get my next meal and where to sleep.'
'I can't believe I met the famous actor Cassandra today. She's just as beautiful in person as she is in the movies.' He smiles to himself and then looks up at his empty walls and thinks that a big picture of her on the wall would look nice. A smirk appears on his face as he pulls off the blanket and rummages around the room. A few minutes later a picture of Cassandra is taped to the wall facing him on the far wall. "Now I can gaze up at your beauty every time I wake up. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner." Finally content he slips back into his futon. So after all that, he pulls the dangling cord over his head, the room is plunged into darkness, and he slowly drifts off to sleep.
The next day, everything went like it normal. Getting up at 9 in the morning, feeding the cat, putting on a fresh set of cloths, and finally driving off to the pizza joint. It was about 3 in the afternoon when he got a call to head to other side of town, to the busy part of the town to do a delivery to a movie set.
So grabbing up the large order of 10 pizzas he jumped into his car and sped down the road to the delivery. It wasn't that uncommon to get a call to deliver some pizzas to the filming place, it was so common that when he pulled up to the guard station, the guard just waved him on through.
"Off to deliver another set to studio 8 Ralf." The guard nodded then he drove through the gate and onto the lot. The lot was full of different people, off doing whatever task they needed. Pushing a rolling hanger set full of different outfits, running off to a new set, or moving a set of props to a new set. 'Man driving down here always makes me feel like a movie star myself. I wonder who I'll be meeting this time?' As he pulls out his autograph book.
After several turns and such he finally arrives at stage 8's door. Parking a little away from the door he turns off his engine and waits by the door until the red light over it goes off. Looking down at his watch he notices that he is a little early but smiles when he looks back up at the light to see that it's turned off. So opening the door he walks into the hanger and looks around. The room is mostly dark but he sees a table not far off that is loaded full of food. Nodding to himself he walks over to it and starts setting down the boxes.
"Alright everybody. We'll brake now for lunch and continue filming in an hour." Looking up he sees a man yelling from a raised boom with a camera man.
"Hay Paul. How's it hanging." A man says clasping him on the shoulder. Turning around he sees his old filming buddy Laurence.
"Pretty slow L. You're my fist of the day today." Nodding Laurence opens up one of the boxes and pulls out a slice then nods to him, offering him one. "Na. I've just come to drop these off. You know the drill."
"Ya I hear ya. Get in, drop them off, get an autograph, then haul your but off before someone tries to tow your butt out of here." The two laugh for a good moment then Paul takes a slice and quickly munches it down, then pulls out his autograph book. Laurence nods to him and points to the set. "You'll have to wait until she gets off set. And let me tell ya, this ones a looker."
"So who is it this time. I bet she's a real snob and will be a hard one to get to sign this thing." They both laugh.
"You don't know the half of it. She sends me on the most ridiculous runs for stuff."
"WHERE'S MY CAPPUCCINO! I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER ORDERING IT 2 MINUTES AGO." With that the two start to laugh again.
"Well that's my cue. Good luck on that autograph." With that the two slap hands then part ways. He doesn't have long before everyone from the set starts to make their way over to the refreshment table. After a few moments of waiting he turns from the table and sees her.
'It's her. It's Cassandra.' She is accompanied by the director who is complimenting her on something, and a personal assistant who is babbling something else to her. It all seems like a dream as she slowly walks over to the table and slowly turns to look at him.
"Don't I know you?" She looks at him with an annoyed look on her face, as if just talking to him is a chore. There he stood for a good few minutes before she starts to tap her shoe, which brings him out of his stupor.
"Actually...y...yes m...miss Cassandra. I delivered your pizza last night." He says with a nervous stumble in his voice. Then slowly hands out his book to her with a pen in the other hand. Looking down at the book he's holding then back up to him she sighs then shakes her head.
"Don't tell me. You want an autograph." She says in an annoyed voice. To which he deftly nods to her and flips it open to an empty page. She raises a hand to snap her fingers. Just then her assistant steps forward and stamps something in his book, then steps back. "Now, I think you should turn around and start running."
"What?" He turns around and sees out the door that his car is just starting to be towed away. "That's my car!" He shouts as he quickly runs after his towed car. Only to hear laughter coming from behind him.
Fortunately for him, when he caught up with his tow truck he found that it was one of the stunt tow trucks. The driver had mistaken his car as one of the stunt cars that were going to be used in an explosion later on. So with a quick chat he was able to get his car back and he quickly drove off the lot, afraid that something else might happen to his only mode of transportation.
Then it hit him, 'Maybe I should have let them destroy this car. Then I could've gotten a new one.' "Sometimes it's almost not even worth getting up in the morning. Or maybe it's the gods just having a laugh at my expanse." Looking up at the clouds passing lazily by, he takes a long sigh and drives back to the store.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
Request for cyberdrake777
Ch 2
Fate. Fate is such a fickle thing. What exactly is fate? There's no fate but what we make, one famous actor and actress said. Once we think we understand fate, it seems to change just as we get our fingers around it. It could be said that fate is like sand; always changing and never the same from one person to another. Could fate also be related to destiny? Both speak of the future and both are likely to change just the moment we think we understand our fate or destiny. As one famous person said 'When mortals plan, God laughs.'
To what end would one go to defy their Fate or Destiny? Or could it be said that the gods like to play with a mortals Fate or Destiny, for their enjoyment. Brining two people together only to throw something in the way of their meeting, just to see the frustration it brings to the unlucky mortal the gods have chosen to be their plaything.
"I'm home." He says to his empty apartment then laughs at this own foolishness. How he often smiled when he would say that, then hear his mother reply 'Welcome home.' But those days were long gone. He had moved out of his parents home long ago and moved far away to start living on his own. Flicking on the light switch near the door the room is bathed in false light from the florescent bulbs in the ceiling.
Due to his low income, he had moved out of the single bedroom apartment that he had first had, and into this studio apartment. All his furniture that he possessed were second hand, and most of the cloths he owned were from the local Goodwill or Ross stores. "You buy what you can afford." He says to himself with a heavy sigh and a mock laugh.
Throwing the pizza box onto the low dinning table he sits down on his old spotted couch and sinks into the cushions. Then leaning his head back against the top of the couch he stares up at the ceiling. "Mrow?" Looking down he smiles at his only companion Clarisse, his Skitty. A small smile escapes his lips as he pats his thigh and the cat jumps up and curls in his lap, where he begins to rub the cat and it begins to purr. "At least I can always come home to you Clarisse."
After petting the cat for a while he stretches then lifts the cat up under it's forepaws. "How's about some dinner?" The cat happily mews then he sets the cat down and get out it's bowl and pours a gracious helping of dried cat chow. While doing this, the cat would often rub against his pants leg trying to get it's master to either hurry up or scratch it some more. Returning to the couch he sets the bowl down under the table and starts to work on his pizza.
"Yuck. Cold pizza." He says after the first bite. "I don't know why I even bother to eat this junk. It's not even the kind I like." Looking down at the pizza there are several different slices from different pizzas that hadn't gown out or were left over from the restaurant. 'Oh that's right, it's free.' He thinks, as he curses himself under his breath for being so penniless. All he could really afford was this apartment and not much else. For crying out loud, he didn't even have any television hooked up. Laughing to himself he finishes off the cold pizza and places it on the countertop then looks around.
'I'll probably feel a lot better once I have a nice hot shower and go to bed.' So with that he finishes off his day and curls under the sheets of his futon. He hears the yawn of this cat above his head and looks at her clawing at the bedding of her basket then settle into a fitful nights sleep. 'It must be nice to be a cat. Don't have to worry much other than where to get my next meal and where to sleep.'
'I can't believe I met the famous actor Cassandra today. She's just as beautiful in person as she is in the movies.' He smiles to himself and then looks up at his empty walls and thinks that a big picture of her on the wall would look nice. A smirk appears on his face as he pulls off the blanket and rummages around the room. A few minutes later a picture of Cassandra is taped to the wall facing him on the far wall. "Now I can gaze up at your beauty every time I wake up. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner." Finally content he slips back into his futon. So after all that, he pulls the dangling cord over his head, the room is plunged into darkness, and he slowly drifts off to sleep.
The next day, everything went like it normal. Getting up at 9 in the morning, feeding the cat, putting on a fresh set of cloths, and finally driving off to the pizza joint. It was about 3 in the afternoon when he got a call to head to other side of town, to the busy part of the town to do a delivery to a movie set.
So grabbing up the large order of 10 pizzas he jumped into his car and sped down the road to the delivery. It wasn't that uncommon to get a call to deliver some pizzas to the filming place, it was so common that when he pulled up to the guard station, the guard just waved him on through.
"Off to deliver another set to studio 8 Ralf." The guard nodded then he drove through the gate and onto the lot. The lot was full of different people, off doing whatever task they needed. Pushing a rolling hanger set full of different outfits, running off to a new set, or moving a set of props to a new set. 'Man driving down here always makes me feel like a movie star myself. I wonder who I'll be meeting this time?' As he pulls out his autograph book.
After several turns and such he finally arrives at stage 8's door. Parking a little away from the door he turns off his engine and waits by the door until the red light over it goes off. Looking down at his watch he notices that he is a little early but smiles when he looks back up at the light to see that it's turned off. So opening the door he walks into the hanger and looks around. The room is mostly dark but he sees a table not far off that is loaded full of food. Nodding to himself he walks over to it and starts setting down the boxes.
"Alright everybody. We'll brake now for lunch and continue filming in an hour." Looking up he sees a man yelling from a raised boom with a camera man.
"Hay Paul. How's it hanging." A man says clasping him on the shoulder. Turning around he sees his old filming buddy Laurence.
"Pretty slow L. You're my fist of the day today." Nodding Laurence opens up one of the boxes and pulls out a slice then nods to him, offering him one. "Na. I've just come to drop these off. You know the drill."
"Ya I hear ya. Get in, drop them off, get an autograph, then haul your but off before someone tries to tow your butt out of here." The two laugh for a good moment then Paul takes a slice and quickly munches it down, then pulls out his autograph book. Laurence nods to him and points to the set. "You'll have to wait until she gets off set. And let me tell ya, this ones a looker."
"So who is it this time. I bet she's a real snob and will be a hard one to get to sign this thing." They both laugh.
"You don't know the half of it. She sends me on the most ridiculous runs for stuff."
"WHERE'S MY CAPPUCCINO! I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER ORDERING IT 2 MINUTES AGO." With that the two start to laugh again.
"Well that's my cue. Good luck on that autograph." With that the two slap hands then part ways. He doesn't have long before everyone from the set starts to make their way over to the refreshment table. After a few moments of waiting he turns from the table and sees her.
'It's her. It's Cassandra.' She is accompanied by the director who is complimenting her on something, and a personal assistant who is babbling something else to her. It all seems like a dream as she slowly walks over to the table and slowly turns to look at him.
"Don't I know you?" She looks at him with an annoyed look on her face, as if just talking to him is a chore. There he stood for a good few minutes before she starts to tap her shoe, which brings him out of his stupor.
"Actually...y...yes m...miss Cassandra. I delivered your pizza last night." He says with a nervous stumble in his voice. Then slowly hands out his book to her with a pen in the other hand. Looking down at the book he's holding then back up to him she sighs then shakes her head.
"Don't tell me. You want an autograph." She says in an annoyed voice. To which he deftly nods to her and flips it open to an empty page. She raises a hand to snap her fingers. Just then her assistant steps forward and stamps something in his book, then steps back. "Now, I think you should turn around and start running."
"What?" He turns around and sees out the door that his car is just starting to be towed away. "That's my car!" He shouts as he quickly runs after his towed car. Only to hear laughter coming from behind him.
Fortunately for him, when he caught up with his tow truck he found that it was one of the stunt tow trucks. The driver had mistaken his car as one of the stunt cars that were going to be used in an explosion later on. So with a quick chat he was able to get his car back and he quickly drove off the lot, afraid that something else might happen to his only mode of transportation.
Then it hit him, 'Maybe I should have let them destroy this car. Then I could've gotten a new one.' "Sometimes it's almost not even worth getting up in the morning. Or maybe it's the gods just having a laugh at my expanse." Looking up at the clouds passing lazily by, he takes a long sigh and drives back to the store.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended