<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joel Turner<em>aka</em>JT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Entryway Foyer, Cashier's Booth<br/><strong>With:</strong>A<em>Very</em>Young Goth Staffer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>As JT approached the surprisingly young cashier, who sat within her bullet-proof cage, he came to realize that he was suddenly feeling far more relaxed and, well, confident. The tension in his neck had finally dissipated, for he had made it by the Goliath at the front door<em>and</em>, as an added bonus, the guy had actually recognized him from some bit part he had done practically for free.<br/><br/><em>Go figure.</em><br/><br/>Granted, the role had lit up the chat boards for the show, what with Joel appearing in the buff - thank you cable tv - but still, he had been on screen for no more than five minutes. Five freakin' minutes for a job that had taken him an entire weekend to film. Take after take after take, he came staggering out on set, completely naked, until it was his turn to receive a bullet between the eyes. On the first few runs, the effects prosthetic had worked like a charm, but then something went wrong and he was sent back to the make-up trailer for a reset. Five takes more and he was sent back again. By the thirteenth take and third trip back, he had finally decided to decline the robe some nameless PA kept offering him. Unprofessional or not, he spent the rest of the weekend strutting around the back-lot with his family jewels on full display. Thankfully, he had inherited a rather impressive 'scepter' along with an equally impressive velvety 'sack,' which swung rather low, so there were few complaints from the production team. Actually, not a word had been...<br/><br/>"Oh, sorry," Joel found himself apologizing as the adolescent asked him, for like the third time, if he would prefer a one night stand or a yearly commitment. Pulling himself together as he fished for his wallet, he simply replied, "One," as he finally handed over two, crisp twenty-dollar bills. "Is there, uh, the option to upgrade later, like, on the way out? Will you be around? I mean, it would be kinda late or, uh, I guess, really early, depending on how you look at it."<br/><br/>Once again, he was rambling, which drove him crazy. For a guy who was suppose to be a pro with words, he so often failed to find the right ones and, more importantly, to hit his mark. It was something he certainly needed to work on, especially if he were ever to make it big.