[ the crush of people entering through the open doors of the train is enough to push blade back toward the opposite side, which as he understands it is exactly what's supposed to happen. unlike the other scripts he's seen, the one for this film had been straightforward: press up against his co-star, who he would recognize by her outfit, and then figure out a way to make each other come without drawing too much obvious attention.
it's certainly a challenge, yes, but it's one blade thinks he can rise to. (ha, ha.) he lets himself be borne by the tide of people, turning away from the press of bodies until he finds himself face to face with—
ishmael. he manages not to say her name aloud, since the premise of the film is that they don't know each other, but blade recognizes her hair, and from the fact that she's the only person around wearing the outfit of an office worker, blade can guess that she must be his costar.
well. in a way, that's a relief. at their one previous meeting, ishmael had seemed focused and pragmatic—an ideal partner for a situation like this. the train sways, and blade presses up against her from behind, then lets one hand come to rest on her hip; the other presses to the glass of the door in front of her, a signal that their "scene" is about to begin. ]
train of thought!!!
it's certainly a challenge, yes, but it's one blade thinks he can rise to. (ha, ha.) he lets himself be borne by the tide of people, turning away from the press of bodies until he finds himself face to face with—
ishmael. he manages not to say her name aloud, since the premise of the film is that they don't know each other, but blade recognizes her hair, and from the fact that she's the only person around wearing the outfit of an office worker, blade can guess that she must be his costar.
well. in a way, that's a relief. at their one previous meeting, ishmael had seemed focused and pragmatic—an ideal partner for a situation like this. the train sways, and blade presses up against her from behind, then lets one hand come to rest on her hip; the other presses to the glass of the door in front of her, a signal that their "scene" is about to begin. ]