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[Jan. 29th, 2006|06:26 pm] |
There were times when Tony wondered if he could handle a hyperactive child in his house. It was bad enough having a hyperactive dog to take care of. Oh, Tony adored Mason as much as Michelle did, but he didn't enjoy trying to keep up with the dog. Not even at his most physically fit could he match this dog in a race.
Unfortunately, that's precisely the kind of activity Mason had pulled him in to. Tony, carrying two cups of Starbucks™ coffee, and holding Mason's leash, had made the mistake of admiring a car parked on the curb when Mason darted forward, throwing Tony off balance. The man crashed on the sidewalk along with the coffee and had two seconds to register what had occurred before Mason let out several loud, rapturous barks. Tony was on his feet in a second, dashing through the crowds deftly as if the sidewalk was populated by himself and Mason alone. "Mason!" he called out. "Mason!"
Dogs don't understand English. Tony continued to run.
What baffled him the most was the time when Mason ran into a hotel, the doors having been open by a couple unaware that a dog had just scurried underneath them. Tony groaned and pushed his way through the doors.
And didn't seem to notice that he wasn't in a hotel. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2006|03:31 pm] |
They had been running low on groceries, so Tony went out to do some grocery shopping. Luckily they lived not too far away from the local "grocery store," and thus it was that Tony pushed his way back into their flat carrying a few paper bags.
"Michelle? I need a little help here." |
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[Dec. 25th, 2005|09:50 pm] |
There was nothing quite comparable to laying with one's wife after a long, long absence. This was part of the pain, that he could not be with Michelle and experience the sweetness of making love to her. Now that he had, he could not be more content at that moment. He reached over and stroked her hair, smiling softly as they lay in bed.
"I missed you," he said quietly. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2005|04:25 am] |
Anthony woke up in a sweat. His breath was short and he was in a foul mood. He felt like he wanted to cry, and after minutes of trying not to he shed his tears and let them flow and didn't bother to keep track of how long he did this. After he had cried as much as he could, he stood up, walked to the bedroom and prepared to go to bed, the mundane action of it keeping his mind off the unwanted memory.
( The act of sleep always caught one unawares. ) |
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| Things You Should Know About Anthony (AU!Tony) |
[Dec. 18th, 2005|02:20 am] |
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1) Anthony is a tie freak. He also loves to wear suits. He's not exactly a fashion perfectionist but he does try to look presentable, especially when he is on set.
2) Yes, Anthony can be Benevolent and Kind, but that benevolent and kind nature is buried beneath layers of anger and guilt. When he killed Teri he was more angry than guilty. Like Tony, Anthony takes insults very personally. Also like Tony he's a bit nutters in the head, except by vast measures. He really isn't fit to be on set until he seeks help, because he's needed it ever since he was born, and especially after he broke up with Greg.
3) Speaking of that...nah, I'll save it. *halo*
4) I've found that Anthony is addicted to soup. I don't know why. I know I love soup and can eat soup three days straight but only as a single meal. And even then I'd like some pizza, on occasion. If Anthony could live on soup for the rest of his life I doubt he'd be the worse for it.
5) Anthony has scars going down his wrist that are marks of a previous suicide attempt he made while in a mental institution. Have I mentioned that it's not safe to have Anthony on set, not really?
6) Anthony loves music more than Tony does, I think. If he had Tony's iPod you'd never see it again, unless it was in his hands.
7) Despite what people say about his exploits, Anthony is not a manwhore. Yes, he does have a lot of sex with a lot of people, but please note that this occurred after Teri's murder. At that point Anthony latched on to whatever distractions he could as his emotional imbalance tipped towards guilt more than anger.
8) Speaking of guilt: Anthony's reaction to House? Diversion. He was trying to make House look like the bad guy rather than admitting that he overreacted. Sometimes he likes to believe he's Saint Anthony, but only when he's confronted.
9) If Tony is burnt out? Anthony is a cinder. He really needs to rest. The thing is, I fear, that when he does rest he's going to have an awful, awful breakdown. (*eyes ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) hwood_freaks).
...questions? Comments about plot? |
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| Thoughts About Tony |
[Dec. 17th, 2005|07:59 am] |
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I'm not as confident as others at this. I don't I've done that much with Tony--I think I've made him a rather dull character, to be honest, and thus I'm not sure I can write long essays about how he's changed. Has he changed, or has he just reverted to the same old Tony, who could plop back in to canon and not be any different? Perhaps this is me in my bone-crushing insecurity, but I don't think I have done that much with him to make him all that interesting.
That being said, I'll try to pop out a few facts about this guy:
1) Tony. Loves. Children. Absolutely adores them. And not in the "oooh goo goo ga ga" way. He loves children like they were his own sons and daughters. He looks after them and frets over them and makes sure they're OK. He tries to cheer them up. He tries to encourage them. He tells them when they're doing wrong, he tells them when they should get help--this man loves children absolutely, deep inside his soul. It's an amazing thing, really. I don't think he's more open with children than he is with adults; I think he only tells them information about his life only if he thinks that information can help him. It would be deeply frustrating to him if he didn't have children, but then, he's so busy taking care of other people's children that it would be easy for him to forget of his own situation, sometimes.
2) Tony gets burnt out often, and he really does appreciate having someone around to pick him up. I think after what happened with Nina he was rather tired of giving out all this energy and not getting anything in return. In fact, that's really a common theme in his story, isn't it? He gives and gives, he sometimes over exerts himself to give and to save, and often what he gets in return is a bad hand, a prison sentence or a girlfriend who was just too shady. He does want to give up, sometimes, but there always comes that little reminder that helping people is what he does best, and he'll always answer to that. Although, admittedly, there's the danger of that call growing faint as time progresses, as he becomes more and more burnt out.
3) Tony actually doesn't enjoy bartending that much but stays because he knows he needs the job to keep the flat in the Staff Quarters, though he is kind of tired of being the only one working.
4) And herein would be a comment regarding Jack and Tony's relationship, and how it is still complicated, and how I must continue to brush it off as "brotherly" to save my brain from trying to comprehend the two.
5) I don't know why, but Tony still gets weirded out by Milliways. He's been here almost a year and he still doesn't get the things that go on here. He's stubborn like that.
And, um, that's all I can think of right now because the Insecure Emo Monster is out to get me. >.> Questions? |
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[Dec. 13th, 2005|11:55 pm] |
To say that Anthony was a criminal mastermind would be to delude yourself. Anthony was just a producer, and being a producer he was quite familiar with plots. He had formed one on the way back to Los Angeles, down to the detail, and was ready to start Act One.
He stepped into the hallway leading to his office and stopped in front of his secretary's desk.
"Good afternoon, Bonnie." |
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[Dec. 9th, 2005|08:15 am] |
The snow fell thickly on the New Hampshire home where Anthony stopped his rental car. Hand clutched on the book in the passenger's chair, Anthony remained seated, closed his eyes, and tried to hold back uneccessary tears. There was no reason to cry, no reason to be afraid--except that he was about to act upon a decision that would change his life.
He opened the door and marched slowly to the house. He believed he was watching this rather than experiencing it, that he would come experience it once he discovered the truth of where the author stood on the subject of his beloved Charlotte.
It took time for Anthony to raise his hand and knock on the front door. Once he did, he was already covered in a thick dusting of snow. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2005|06:34 pm] |
Tony was utterly useless for the rest of the day. His mind wandered relentlessly to ranges he could not reach; after Jack insinuated he had something to do with Teri's death, after Jack pinned him to the wall and kissed him like he was some prison bitch, how could he focus? Just how awful could this world be? Did it get any worse than this? Tony told the driver to beat it that night so he could roam. He eventually found a diner several blocks away from the studio, one that was moderately populated. He took a seat at the bar and stared at the menu, not sure if he was even hungry. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2005|06:24 pm] |
A movie producer.
He was, in this foreign world, a movie producer. He could fathom this as well as he could fathom the mechanisms of the cinematic industry. He didn't know what the hell he was doing, in layman's terms. What had made his situation most unbearable was the peculiar arrangement of his marriage. He had not seen Michelle when he awoke, though indeed he had heard her. Over the phone, in another's house, as if this were routine. She had disconnected the call before he could respond with a question. And the driver had been just as impatient, nearly shoving him into the car before he had time to put on his shoes.
The populated world of the previous night's deserted hallway proved equally strange. An all too eager to see him Bonnie greeted him as he walked to his office. Now Tony found Bonnie attractive, in secret, but he was never, ever inclined to look at her the way she looked at him. She made his skin crawl and his feet move faster inside the office now bathed in sunlight. He stood in awe for a few moments before he heard someone barge into the room... |
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| OOC: skjgieajgiea |
[Dec. 3rd, 2005|10:29 pm] |
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What Will iwasalevel6 Get ?
| Xmas pressie predictor | | Big wooly jumper knitted by | lvpd_sidle | | Pair of Socks from | sai_delgado | | Bottle of Whiskey from | _righthandman_ | | Cd from | teh_data_fork | | Something Cuddly from | not_a_surgeon | | Something Intoxicating from | in_it | | Something Silly from | agirllost | | Something Funny from | ratherbeinitaly | | Lump of coal from | notafieldagent | | Something Pretty from | midgewood58 | | Something Shiny from | silverageflash | | Something Naughty from | spooky_shrink | | Something Smelly from | nitro_is_ace | | Something Breakable from | innocentknight | | Something Useful from | chelleuncurled | | Something not useful from | wearsturtleneck | | The Black and Decker Tool Kit from | prototype_karr | | Livejournal account from | _driscoll | | The Make-up Bag from | nita_callahan | | Stack of DVDs from | ms_myers | | Something Geeky from | _chappy_ |
Well no duh he'd get something not useful from Saunders. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2005|05:09 pm] |
It’s been a busy day on the set.
They shouldn’t have to be here. If the director doesn’t know that, then Jack and Anthony do. And it certainly isn’t lost on the actors, none of whom have ceased complaining since they first learned of the re-shoot. Jack and Anthony have hovered on set like vultures with their frowns and folded arms, glaring at the director as he continues to make slow progress with the movie they have spent so much, too much money on.
But today, at least, things have finished on time.
All around the set, various crew members disassemble equipment, while the PA’s scramble to assist. Christine Chappelle sits near Jack Bauer. Neither of them look happy.
And as for Anthony Almeida? Well. He’s looking at Christine and Jack.
He’s not terribly happy, himself. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2005|08:01 pm] |
But where he winds up isn't the CSI: Las Vegas crime lab. It's a wide office, sort of like the one seen in Who Framed Roger Rabbit: cream colored carpet, cream colored walls, low lighting, expensive furniture and a large desk sitting at the back of the room. For starters, it sure wasn't Grissom's bug-infested domain.
Tony opens the door behind him. Not Milliways; just a long, empty hallway with a wide receptionist's desk in view. He takes a breath, then glances at the office before he puts one foot out the door. Then stops. He's caught his reflection in the mirror and he doesn't like what he sees,. A black pullover that seems to have replaced his buttoned-down shirt. "The White Sox?" he mutters in disgust and pulls the accursed thing off, revealing a white shirt and black tie underneath. He looks more professional than he ever had since he left the Marines. He pulls down the knot in the tie and undoes the first button of his shirt. Then he steps out in the hallway, navigating his way through the empty corridors until he reaches a pair of glass doors leading to an alley.
Odd, this. He pushes the door open and steps into the alley, wedged between two buildings that seem to be of similar height and width. Just as soon as he steps into the alley a car engine starts and lights flare up. He whips around and sees a car slowly headed in his direction. It stops when the rear side door comes level to where he is standing. One tinted passenger's side window rolls down and a man in a black suit and a cap leans over to speak to him. "Mr. Almeida? Ready to go home?"
He jerks back. Tony doesn't recognize this man at all. He's also positive that his income does not permit him to have his own car and driver. "Mr. Almeida?" the driver asks again. "Getting in?"
"Um..." This has to be one of those freaky alternate universes people get sucked in to. Shit. Tony gives the driver an uneasy smile and steps into the backseat. The driver smiles back and starts the car.
If this was a "freaky alternate universe," at least his alternate version lived well. But he ought not to get comfortable, no. He doesn't know where he is, how he'll get out, and what the situation is. And why he could afford a luxury car and driver.
"How was work today, Mr. Almeida?"
Tony snaps his head. He hasn't a clue. "Uh, good," he says, making sure the intonation goes up to indicate positivity. The driver nods and asks no more questions.
Los Angeles was as always: dark, dirty, busy. No signs of that a terrorist attack had occurred on these streets, no signs that this Los Angeles was different from the one he had left. He realized he had assumed automatically that the world was bad because it was alternate, when all signs save the White Sox pullover suggested otherwise. He seemed to have a well-paying job and was married--to who, he didn't know. But he hoped it was Michelle--though the thought that he wasn't married to his Michelle made him nervous.
Seeing his "house" convinces him that he has far more money in this world than he ever had in his life. His eyes bulge at the huge mansion the car pulls up to, and he stops himself before he whistles, exclaims, or makes any statement that would make one believe he had never seen the house before. He steps out of the car and nods to driver, who had graciously entered in the code before entering the driveway. Tony would have been stuck outside otherwise.
It's when he enters the home that he can finally let out an exclamation. It's huge, a textbook example of the rich and famous home you'd see on television. A minimalist design that still did not detract from the size of the house. It wasn't his style, for certain, but he couldn't complain. He knew he wouldn't find a way out until whoever-it-was decided to let him go.
"Michelle?" he calls out. No one answers. He gulps and begins searching the house, hoping he hasn't made the wrong assumption. No one downstairs; so he might as well go upstairs. No one there, although he does see what appears to be two master bedrooms. He searches through the first hoping to find a person. He finds information instead: pictures and a helluva lot of clothes. The pictures are of himself and Michelle. A Michelle who has seemingly forgotten her fashion modesty. He shakes his head and moves on to the next bedroom.
Obviously a man's, as there are no women's clothes in here. He wonders why he and Michelle aren't sharing the same room--maybe this world wasn't as wonderful as he thought. Maybe they were going through some marital strife, which was great. Which was exactly what he wanted with his multi million dollar home. Marital strife. He plops down on the bed and digs through the nightstand, still looking for information.
What he finds instead is a picture. A framed picture of himself, aged 19, with a man who resembled a younger looking version of Dr. Gregory House.
"Huh," he says.
That's interesting. |
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| OOC: Book |
[Dec. 1st, 2005|11:55 pm] |
There is a book that exists in the AU world called "Three Days in Rome." It is written by Greg House. The story is about a successful executive named Charlotte who takes a short vacation in Rome, where she encounters an old flame of hers. Yadda yadda, blah blah, they reconcile, live happily ever after, the end. The book is widely considered to be a masterpiece and the author is presently touring Los Angeles to get a script deal at the time Anthony and Tony switch worlds.
Feel free to have your pup mention the book to Tony. |
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| Hollywood Plot: In the Club |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|05:57 pm] |
The strange woman posing as Michelle Dessler in this world had dragged him kicking and screaming to yet another fun filled night at the club. The lights were low and the seats were red. Tony thought he would develop instant lung cancer from all the smoke hanging in the air. He took a seat at an empty booth and sighed, hoping "Chelles" wouldn't keep him there for too long. |
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| Hollywood Plot: In the Recording Studio |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|05:55 pm] |
Far be it from him to understand why a film producer needed to be in a recording studio, but he had received enough calls that said on no uncertain terms to be at the studio. So he sat, irritably, in a chair outside the recording room, flipping through that day's newspaper. |
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| Hollywood Plot: In the Office |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|05:53 pm] |
[ ooc: if you are involved in the Hollywood Plot, check your e-mail or the back room for info ]
Tony wanders into Anthony's office in the morning after what seemed an hour if interruptions in the hallway. He's relieved to be inside a private room with a door and hopes he shan't suffer many interruptions today.
He is hoping against fate herself, of course, but such inevitability never stopped him from hoping before. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2005|10:18 pm] |
Anthony sat himself down in front of the fireplace in his room. He never understood the redundancy of it when there was one downstairs. Tonight, however, he didn't think twice of it. He was tired, too tired, even, to read, though his book was open facedown on his lap as he sat on the reading chair.
He wasn't so sure when he had actually fallen asleep...
( Read more... ) |
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[Nov. 16th, 2005|05:04 pm] |
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would your first thought be? |
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