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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 5:02:14 GMT -5
Eugene pokes his head in, followed by the rest of his body, and immediately feels underdressed in his seersucker shirt, too large sweater, and black jeans. He smiles at the receptionist, gestures awkwardly, and finally chokes out a "Hi! How are you? I'm a biographical consultant for the screenwriters for the biopic ummm I'm here to see Mr. Veidt I don't know if I have an appointment, I tried to check but my phone, uh." He holds up what looks like a shattered iPhone. "Died." In fact, he was looking at the sky in the middle of the sidewalk, using the compass app to figure out which way was north, and someone ran into him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 5:16:15 GMT -5
The current secretary, as if aware of her status as a nameless NPC to later be replaced by a named character, behaved in appropriate-to-the-plot negligent fashion and waved him upstairs.
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 5:26:19 GMT -5
Eugene started up the stairs and poked his head, as seems to be his deal, into the door behind which Adrian Veidt presumably resided. "Hello?" He knew he smelled of Marlboros and looked like someone who'd just been lost in Paris for a few hours. It was not a great look.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 5:35:06 GMT -5
Adrian looked up, a bit wearily. It had not been a good weekend. Or a good few months, really.
"I imagine you're from the press," he sighed, "unless the new girl still hasn't had the full protocol programmed in yet."
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 5:37:52 GMT -5
"Programmed" gives Eugene a bit of a jolt, but hey, he's read about this guy. He knew not to expect Steve Jobs. "No, you actually asked me to come. I'm the consultant for the biopic. The kid who went to Brown." He knows from experience that saying "went to Brown" almost always helps. He's also preparing himself for Adrian's inevitable reaction to his age. His employers rarely realize they've hired an eighteen-year-old who looks like a sixteen-year-old until he's actually in the room with them.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 5:46:49 GMT -5
It was a testament to just how tiring the incident in London had been- or perhaps to how much, by his standards anyway, he had drank- that it took him more than a split second to recall this.
"Ah. Yes. Come in."
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 5:51:00 GMT -5
"Hey!" Eugene proceeded forward and offered his hand for a shake. The smell of ash and patchouli wafted towards Adrian. "So, I thought we'd just talk about what you're really looking for in this film in terms of your own understanding of yourself."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 6:06:06 GMT -5
"Well, the truth is, I imagine you'll be working more with Mr. Lazarus than with me," he replied, returning the handshake.
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 6:08:04 GMT -5
"How terrifying!" Eugene squeaks without missing a beat. "No, it's fine, I think he's adorable." He rocks back on his heels a bit. "But Mr. Veidt, I really would like some basic dos and don'ts about how you'd like to be represented. Is there anything that absolutely must be there? Anything that must be avoided at all costs?" He looks very serious.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 6:21:38 GMT -5
He'd gone over this with Wood before, but in retrospect, it seemed highly likely that Wood was distracted by some kind of shiny object at the time. On the other hand, Grossman had been there too, and as disgusting as the man was he did seem to have been listening.
Oh well. It was at least worth bringing up.
"Messrs. Wood and Grossman were here a month ago, asking for the same details."
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 6:22:49 GMT -5
"I thought maybe you wanted someone to talk to who was mentally stable," Eugene admits bluntly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 6:30:37 GMT -5
"Good man."
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 6:38:22 GMT -5
"Sooo." Eugene whips out a steno pad. "Talk to me?" When he's greeted with momentary silence, he adds, "And can I smoke in here?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 6:52:45 GMT -5
"I would prefer you didn't-"
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Post by eugene on Jun 12, 2010 6:55:12 GMT -5
Eugene waves a hand, puts away the cigarette pack with a smile, and holds out the steno pad. "Shoot."
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