The knock was louder than you thought as you shifted your feet, and was feeling uncomfortable and the feeling of dread kept rising in your stomach. The sick feeling was not going to leave you, as the door finally opened.
The man was tall, though only a little bit more than you were. His face was not scowling as you had come to expect it from so many films and television. He looked a little surprised, with the fact you were standing there at his door.
He looked up and down for a moment, examining your way of dress, and then looked at your face. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, Mr. Eastwood. My name is Bruce… Bruce O'Brian, you knew my father, William back when-"
That made Mr. Eastwood pause, and you saw him shake his head. "Will, I didn't think he was still alive, considering he fell off the face of the earth after he punched that producer in the face."
You frowned. "He owns a pub in New York now. In Hell's Kitchen, Called the Dying Light."
That made Mr. Eastwood, a stern man if you ever thought, crack a smile. "He always had a crap sense of humor, but made up for it with stupid names and jokes." He then turned to you. "So you're the Goose?"
You frowned. "Oh, he told you about that?"
"He told damn near everyone about that." He replied with a smile. "He would never stop talking about the stupid way you herded geese when you were a kid, always talked about you on set, and always had a picture ready to show us."
Mr. Eastwood stepped aside. "Come on in."
"Mr-" you started but the man just put his hand up.
"Call me Clint kid." He replied, and you realized that he was inviting you in. "You need something to drink?"
"I'm fine." You replied, before thinking again. "Do you have orange juice?"
"You're like my kids." There was a chuckle "Yeah, I'll show you."
He led you through the house and into the kitchen. "You live here?" You asked as you sat down at the table, as Clint poured a glass of juice and served it.
"Hell no, I rent this place whenever I'm working in town. I'm actually getting ready to head back to San Francisco for the premie of a new movie I'm in than try to work on a few more projects." Clint replied as you took a drink.
"Then why are you here?" You asked.
"Because a friend of mine from decades ago called a few days ago about his son running away from home, and that if he somehow shows up on my doorstep, I should talk to him about his stupid dream and how it may be a waste of time." Clint replied before you thought back to your father.
"That bastard." You swore as you were hit on the back of the head as you felt your accent slip again.
"I'd be careful about what words you say, this is my house and my rules." He stated as he sat down. "Your father told me the story, you graduated high school at 14 when most kids are freshmen." He frowned. "You had several prestigious universities and acting programs wanting to sign you up, and even the Royal Shakespeare company scouting you to join their ranks. Yet you chose to run away from home, and try your luck at Hollywood, where no one will give a shit about you?"
You looked away from him. "You have brains kid, something a lot of people don't have these days, brains… but not a lot of sense." Clint then forced you to look at him. "Tell me, something kid… Why did you throw it all away?"
"I didn't throw it away. I just wanted to be what I am." You replied.
Clint just frowned. "So you think your the next best thing than, some great kid who's going to waltz into Hollywood and people will eat from the palm of your hands?"
"No." You replied. "I want to earn this. I don't want it handed to me."
"Kid this is Hollywood, it's not what you do, it's who you know. You won't get anywhere when a thousand other people are doing the exact same thing, and want the exact same thing. Do yourself a favor, and go home. Go to college, do something with that brain of yours that will maybe give you some sense."
"Mr. Eastwood." You paused as his eyebrow raised. "Clint. I want to do this. I need to do this."
"For what, your family?" He questioned, as he squinted his eyes just as he did in his films, only this time, it filled you with dread.
And you didn't really have an answer. "I want it for myself." You replied.
Clint smiled. "You're going to need that." He then chuckled. "You're kinda like me kid. Just don't let this place destroy you as it destroyed so many like you."
"I won't."
What do you do:
You have 4 Actions:
[] Do auditions(Movies and TV Shows): You are going to go to some of the casting calls that are in the place that you can find work in. DC 20(Possibility of only getting a commercial or TV show job, or an extra work in a low budget film)
[] Ask Clint if you can act in a movie of his: You know you hate yourself for doing this, but you are going to ask Clint for some help, see if he can give you a role. DC 80 (Clint may be helping you, but not enough to give you a role in one of his films, or risk his reputation on getting you into a movie without some assurance.)
[] Gophering, and other signs of stuff: You want to try and learn how work behind the camera works, and what better way then being a gopher. DC 50 (You have no idea what the hell they were doing, and you have no idea either)
[] Ask Clint for advice: Clint has been in the business for a long time, and he knows exactly what to do to get into the good graces of the Hollywood elite. DC 35 (His advice is evergreen, but it worked for him, and it might not work for you.)
[] Exercise: A healthy body is an active body, as your father would say. So you are going to try and get into real shape, so you can do the real stunts. DC 20 (After all, you are a growing boy, and need to work off that energy.)
[] Practice martial arts: You are going to watch and try to improvise how to do such a thing. Or maybe you can find someone who is actually a practitioner who knows what the hell they are doing? DC 40 (Most people who know how to fight are either actors or stunt coordinators. There are very few private dojos in LA. and most boxing clubs are not open to an amateur who is not interested in fighting professional matches)
[] Take a walk: Dad always said that the best ways to get inspiration are by walking, talking, and being open-minded. So you'll try that. DC 10 (You are just going for a walk, what could be really said.
[] Register in a theater: There is quite a few theater troops that are looking for some seasonal help for some play's that the regulars could not get to. Perhaps you can work there for a while. DC 60 (Everyone wants to be famous here in Hollywood.)
[] Go to a bar or something to make jokes: You wanted to try some comedy, perhaps you can try. even with your shit timing. DC 50 (Your Lack of comedy chops are going to be something that will bite you.)
[] Practice writing: You want to write something, maybe even a script. At least to learn the craft. DC 20 (You try your hand at screenwriting, and maybe get something that is worth a damn. Please note that your script quality will have a roll malus due to never trying something like this before.)
[] Research stuff, see if anything piques your interest: You may have graduated High School as a kid, but you never stopped trying to learn. DC 15 (Write-in what you want to learn about below)
[] Talk to Clint: You want to ask Clint a few questions, like how he met your father? DC 0 (You just ask Clint about ancient history)
[] Learn to play an instrument: You want to learn how to play something DC 80 (You have no idea what the hell you are doing.)
[] Call your parents: You need to call mom and dad, see how they are doing? DC 10 (You call your parents and see what they are doing)
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A/N:
So, Magoose and Fluffy both rolled for you getting an extra trait, with Fluffy doing it after. Magoose rolled a 98 and Fluffy a 90. Guess what the trait will be by reading the post...
Also, yes, I'm officially banning the both of them from rolling anymore. Bloody Magoose Dice...
I'd normally say you'd need to be patient for now, but with Magoose Dice here, anything is possible. Not confirming anything, just saying.
