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Characters: Sylvia Christel, Destroyman Rating: a tentative PG Notes: Pre NMH- Sylvia is suffering through more chauvinist bs on set Word count: 121
"Oh, shake it baby! Oh yeah!"
Destroyman's voice echoed through the bustling set, but lacked a satisfying delivery- the smarm just didn't carry to the camera.
Sylvia let her phone click shut before turning to Destroyman, currently suspended via wire on set, mouth turned downwards in a frustrated glower upwards.
"No, you trogdolyte, do the line like you're supposed to!" She snapped up at him through a megaphone. Destroyman giggled from the corner of the room, relishing in Sylvia's clear frustration with him stretching out the time on set.
"Look, you can rewrite my lines anytime, just meet me in my trailer--"
Sylvia, done with John's bullshit, left him hanging on that thought as she exited the studio for the day.
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(Anonymous) 2022-01-19 10:17 am (UTC)(link)Rating: a tentative PG
Notes: Pre NMH- Sylvia is suffering through more chauvinist bs on set
Word count: 121
"Oh, shake it baby! Oh yeah!"
Destroyman's voice echoed through the bustling set, but lacked a satisfying delivery- the smarm just didn't carry to the camera.
Sylvia let her phone click shut before turning to Destroyman, currently suspended via wire on set, mouth turned downwards in a frustrated glower upwards.
"No, you trogdolyte, do the line like you're supposed to!" She snapped up at him through a megaphone. Destroyman giggled from the corner of the room, relishing in Sylvia's clear frustration with him stretching out the time on set.
"Look, you can rewrite my lines anytime, just meet me in my trailer--"
Sylvia, done with John's bullshit, left him hanging on that thought as she exited the studio for the day.