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.) Rolled: 53
Clint was sitting down on a chair, his face staring out into the city skyline of the city of Angels, and he was quietly pondering his thoughts. "You alright?"
You sat down next to him. You were not feeling the best right now. How could you, you had just... went through an experience that you did not like, nor want to experience again. "Did I make a mistake?" The question was evergreen, but that did not stop you from asking.
"You thinking of giving up? to go back home and become like everyone else?" Clint replied.
You nodded, without replying.
"I can see the appeal." He stated as he pulled out a picture of his family. "I've met a lot of unsavory folk in my time, and the people who told me I would fail. They were the ones who were like the man whom you dealt with, the man who decided to be controlling and perverse. They have no understanding of the craft, only that it can make them money." He looked to his family, then he shook his head. "Hollywood is a business, but what you need to do, is not be so confrontational when that kind of situation happens again."
"That-"
"Let me finish." Clint interrupted. "That is not to say that you shouldn't stand up for your own dignity, and for what's right. All You need to do is choose the battles you want to fight, the enemies you wish to make, and of course, what are you willing to do for the next role. And above all else, be professional, polite, and efficient. Don't make enemies when you can make friends."
"That seems like simple advice my father can give me." You snarked, which earned you a tap on the head from Clint. "Hey!"
"There is also one more thing you should know... Stand out a little bit, never become one note... and if you chose to be one-note, be the best one note you can be." He said.
"Like you in Westerns?"
This time, Clint frowned. "I'm not a one-trick pony, you can see that in some of the other works?"
"Yeah, a hard-boiled badass who uses a revolver and stops evildoers with righteous justice... where have I seen that before?" You smiled.
"You're a piece of work kid," Clint stated as you began to chuckle.
"Yeah, but so are you old man." You replied.
"I'm not that old." Clint shot back, joining the chuckle.
Reward: You get some advice from Clint.
+2 to Auditioning in roles.
You had decided to do something quite different
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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) Rolled:38
Acting in Commercial: 99
The auditions did not go as well as you like. Sure you actually got a job, but that was beside the point. It was for some TV commercial that was trying to sell toys.
Rockem Sokem Robots was the name.
You did not look like a boxer. At least that was what you thought. But the executives wanted a flyweight to go up against another, heavier opponent and beat him with an uppercut.
You may not have had experience with boxing, but you did, however, have the height... you were shorter than the man who you were faced by a full seven inches, had a wingspan that was much longer than your own
And you looked skinny, despite the exercise you did over the last two months.
So after two hours of practice, you and your opponent went through a sparring match, and the makeup crew bloodied you up. For almost two hours, you did a good job taking and giving a fake beating.
It was even fun at some point when you and the guy you were fighting were just having fun by doing cartoonish movies like jobs with the head as a punching bag.
And finally, when the grand finale was called, you and your opponent decided to make it extra special and cartoony, to really sell the head going off the neck of the robots.
You did an uppercut with a light jump, so it looked like you had to jump right off your feet to even reach the guy's chin, and send him tumbling down.
All acted, seeing as you needed to look smaller by standing several feet away.
Two days later, you learned that the commercial you had been in had aired.
"That was fast." You commented as the commercial came on.
Clint smiled. "This is Hollywood kid, under budget and ahead of schedule will get you more friends than god."
You rolled your eyes. "It looks pretty crappy."
"I know. but count your blessings, some executive kid might see you on screen and say who is this guy?"
"Never going to happen." You replied.
"Glad to see you still have some sense," Clint replied. "Now could you help me move something, heavyweight?"
"Are you really going to do that?" You asked.
"Would I rather call you goose?" He shot back.
"Everyone calls me goose, except for those that don't know me." You rolled your eyes. "So you want a drink?"
"Some water. You need that too, with all the running your doing."
"Not just running," you replied.
"Try swimming, that will really help those muscles work."
You frowned. "I can't swim Clint."
"Well, I can teach you if you want?"
"Fine." You said.
Reward: Your first job has been completed, a commercial for Rockem Sokemrobots.
You did very well acting like the underdog.
+5 to acting skill.
Maybe you might get lucky and get a role.
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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.) Rolled: 66
Clint threw you in the pool.
"WHAT the hell!" You shouted as you surfaced spitting water out of your mouth. "I got water in my mouth!"
"The first thing you need to know is that the pool is ten feet deep, come towards me, and it will get shallower," Clint ordered. "You are not in any danger, as long as I am watching."
You moved, slowly, towards the shallow end of the pool and soon your tiptoes touched the safety of the tile beneath your feet. "Why did you do that?"
"To see how you would react," Clint replied. "You wanted help, I'm giving it to you."
"But why did you throw me in!"
Cling smiled. "Because you deserve it."
"For what?"
"Living in my house for one thing, without paying."
Okay, he had a point. "So... what now?"
"First I'm going to teach you how to float so that when your body is tired, you can regain your energy," Clint replied. "Then how to properly execute a series of strokes to propel you, and to move you."
You frowned. "And then?"
"Hopefully you can look good for the girls at the beach." He replied. "You just have to keep it up, every day."
"I will." You proclaimed.
"Will you with a pretty girl on your mind?" He asked. His smile said everything when you did not answer. "Thought so."
Reward: You learn how to swim from Clint.
He's very happy that you were able to take it up as quickly as you did, and he thinks it will really help you stay in, and get in, good shape.
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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) Rolled: 96
You awoke outside someone's house.
Or rather on a chair outside of someone's house, with bandages on your face and torso.
And a man standing before you. "Oh shit!" you swore as you flailed around trying to get to your feet.
The man just looked at you, before looking back to the gate. He was an Asian man, but something about him made you feel safe, calm, and you realized that he was extremely focused on you... "Your that kid that's living with Mr. Eastwood? Aren't you?"
"I am." You replied.
"Found you getting beaten up by a bunch of punks... mind telling me what happened?" He asked.
"Why do you care?" You asked.
"You in my chair, at my house, after I tended to you." He stated. "Tell me."
You sat up, feeling the pain in your ribs. "They were beating on a girl. calling her names, pulling at her hair, groping her. I couldn't just stand there."
"So you think your batman? thinking you can stop all the crime in the world with your fists?" the man smiled.
"No, just wanted to help her. Maybe talk things out. Didn't work out as you can see."
The man nodded. "You're right. Your lucky that you were not hurt worse."
You froze and shook your head. "Wish I could have fought them better."
That made the man chuckle. "Would you like to?"
"Yes."
"Then take note and if you want to continue… come back tomorrow."
Critical Success:
You have met Bruce Lee and have become a practitioner of Jeet Kune Do.
Gain trait: Athletic: You are in incredible shape, and can do things that really help you. (+10 to choreography rolls. -10 to all injury roll)
A/N:
You met Bruce Lee. Because of course you did, this is a quest involving Magoose Dice. 
Guess who rolled for that one.
