[ somewhere in the middle of her seventh hail mary, topaz will hear the loud creak of a wooden door being opened. from the corner of the church sits a book constructed of some dark, cherry wood, one of the more authentic pieces of the set — at least in terms of design. as for whether or not it's actually seen any real confessions that didn't begin with i've been a naughty, naughty girl/boy/person, that remains to be known.
stepping out from the confessional is the only other authentic piece in the set — a literal priest, insofar as you consider the term broadly (such as, say, a class) rather than purely an occupation.
said priest places his hands along his lower back, and proceeds to crack every conceivable bone in his spine as he lets out the low groan of a man who had clearly had to spend more than a couple of hours cramped up in there. because, yeah, nobody checked on him to make sure he heard the "Cut!" that signaled the end of his shoot.
three hours ago.
he turns towards the exit, happy and relieved to make his way, when he pauses at the sight of what is undoubtedly another film in the process of shooting. ]
Oh.
[ well this is awkward, isn't it? it certainly feels that way to sein, and to the pair of cameramen designated for topaz's shoot. well, whispers one to the other, her scene partner never showed up, so...
technically, topaz was meant to get railed by "lucifer himself," whoever the fuck that guy is, but big lucy never showed. the cameraman — overworked and underpaid — are only more than eager to make do with what they have.
what's that saying? "When god closes a whore, he opens a wind-ho." something like that. ]
iii-b...
stepping out from the confessional is the only other authentic piece in the set — a literal priest, insofar as you consider the term broadly (such as, say, a class) rather than purely an occupation.
said priest places his hands along his lower back, and proceeds to crack every conceivable bone in his spine as he lets out the low groan of a man who had clearly had to spend more than a couple of hours cramped up in there. because, yeah, nobody checked on him to make sure he heard the "Cut!" that signaled the end of his shoot.
three hours ago.
he turns towards the exit, happy and relieved to make his way, when he pauses at the sight of what is undoubtedly another film in the process of shooting. ]
Oh.
[ well this is awkward, isn't it? it certainly feels that way to sein, and to the pair of cameramen designated for topaz's shoot. well, whispers one to the other, her scene partner never showed up, so...
technically, topaz was meant to get railed by "lucifer himself," whoever the fuck that guy is, but big lucy never showed. the cameraman — overworked and underpaid — are only more than eager to make do with what they have.
what's that saying? "When god closes a whore, he opens a wind-ho." something like that. ]