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 SMOKE & MIRRORS, tag: Lowrie/Gilda and Liz/Katrina
howell aidan jenkins
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 06:54 PM
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You who swallowed a falling star, o' heartless man.

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"N
EXT!” he grumbled unintelligibly as he sat at the back of his training auditorium, his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. His body was growing tense with every moment that passed, and even more with all the new faces that were sauntering in thinking they were something special just because mommy told them so. It was one thing for his agent to tell him that he thought he needed an assistant… one thing to put in to question his abilities and talent and tell him he needed help when clearly he was perfectly fine on his own. But it was an entirely different thing to go behind his back and set up auditions.

Any other day Howell would have been happy to sit around demeaning beautiful women by picking out all of their flaws and telling them exactly what he thought about them and how bad they looked in that outfit they painstakingly took hours to pick out. Any other day he would have enjoyed watching as women paraded around and tried to sell their bodies to him, trying to convince him that they deserved to be the one to suck themselves into tiny skimpy outfits and strut around him like a peacock while he worked his literal magic. But today was not any other day, and he couldn’t even properly appreciate objectifying all of these women. He was a wizard! His magic was real! He didn’t need a distraction! He didn’t need the audience to look left so he could feint right. He wanted them to watch him—wanted them to see him and see the magic and know he wasn’t come hokey fraud like all the rest of the lying fakes who called themselves magical! And now he was being forced to give in because his manager thought it would relieve some of the stress on his heart… Ridiculous notion. He didn’t need help.

Regardless, he didn’t have any choice. His manager allocated the funding to pay someone to swagger around the stage, and after many fights regarding the open—how did he think he had the gall to make them open, did the man have no standards—auditions he had no choice but to buckle. After all, the agreement had been he’d be allowed to drink any time he wanted if he had someone help him on stage. And the freedom was important to him. To drink scotch without being lorded over and worried about anytime he wanted? To be able to go out without a body guard… he could sacrifice a little bit for the things in life he wanted. But just because he made the deal didn’t mean he wouldn’t drag his feet about it. He got to inevitably pick who would be standing next to him and he wouldn’t settle for just any girl in a sequined dress a three-dollar manicure and hair do courtesy of Great Clips.

Waving a dismissing hand to the girl on stage, gathering her coat and things, he sighed. He heard his manager shifting beside him, some questions about her performance and what he thought regardless of how it was written all over him. He was a professional and he would settle for nothing less… amateur hour was over and he was ready to something real just so he could be done with it. Rolling his blue eyes he stood without a word, glancing over the audition list. Taking the pen he crossed out the woman’s name and moved to the back exit where he would go to announce the next girl. Of course there were plenty of workers to do this, but after seeing a good many failures he deemed it necessary to prescreen before even allowing them the chance to audition.

“Petra Eddlstein,” he called in to the room, watching as the heads of women lifted from whatever mundane activity they busied themselves with. Scanning the crowd he saw a few girls who looked to be promising, at least they knew what shade of lipstick complimented their skin tone. However the woman who stood made him grimace, her hair all but frozen in place by what he assumed was three cans of hairspray and even worse he could see the telltale sign that she hadn’t dyed her hair recently as there was a bold brown skunk streak. “You can leave. I’m sure there is an audition for lottery number girl down the street…” he said rudely, waving her off and scratch off her name without a second though. Raising an eyebrow at the next name, slightly amused by the hardness of it, he looked up to the crowd now whispering. “Gilda Blake,” he called, waiting to see the woman who acknowledged her name was being called. Of course after that display, it didn’t surprise him how long it took, but once he realized who she was, he gave her a long once over. “You’re not attached to the name Gilda are you? Its rather ugly...” he offered with a charming smile, despite his words being rather crass. “I’m thinking Stella or Crystal. You can choose if you're hired,” he continued waving a hand at her. "Come come, I haven't got all day." He heaved a sigh as he waited for her to come over, his boredom written ever so clearly on his face. He had seen so many flops the performers called acts that his mind was weary just thinking how much worse it could be. There had to be more...

The idea struck him like lightening and his bright eyes lit up. She smile grew as he lifted a hand to halt the girls motion and leave her waiting just outside the stage door. Mischief like that of a child's was evident on his face as he looked to the blonde. "Shall we make this more interesting Gilda? ... Mmm no... certainly that just won't do." the name still felt to... ugly on his tongue. Waving it off he looked around the room of now murmuring hens. "Katrina.. ooh thats much better. Katrina Hector, step forward." he called, looking around the room for the next victim. His smile widened when she stood, joining the the blonde whose name would likely change ten more times throughout the day. "We're going to have a little competition... the two of you that is." he clarified, looking rather excited for the first time since... well, he hadn't looked excited all day. "If you're up for it." he challenged, motioning his head for them to follow. "Come, come now ladies... I don't have all day."



Tag: gilda lark blake and katrina vanessa hector|| Notes: Lets get this party started again! EDIT: Hope this works for you ladies! Let me know if it needs changes.


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 Posted: Jan 15 2018, 08:22 PM
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As much as Gilda loved that her job allowed her to pretend, she wanted what her clients had for herself. She was a material girl, and she didn’t have a lot growing up, so it was only natural that she wanted what she couldn’t have. One would normally wonder why she was not happy with what she had, that she got by on the bare necessities and didn’t need everything in life. If she had a stable childhood that might be true, but the truth was, the golden girl wanted more out of her life.

The way to get more out of your life? Go after it, don’t wait for it to come to you. Gilda was a girl that went after what she wanted, she always had done, and she doesn’t let anyone stand in her way. What Gilda wanted in life was to be noticed, and the only way she saw that happening is if she was famous. So she scoured the city theatres, tv stations; kept track with the local celebrities to see if they are looking for people. Anyway she could find to attach herself to the scene, she would give a go. Of course the big dream was to be an actress, in Hollywood, but she knew everyone started somewhere. So a stage or small screen will do for now, just to establish herself. It was during her usual check out on the internet for news that she came across the advert. It was not for a play, or a tv show, but it was something, and it was on a stage. Since a young age Gilda had loved magic. Her simple mind was entranced with her father pulling such things as coins and nuts from behind her ear. She also grew up in an enchanted wood, knew the stories of magic, witches.

So she decided to try it out. It helped that she knew the wizard, knew of him she should say. He was a local around here, and he had a following in the city. Plus he was also very handsome, easy on the eyes and Gilda wouldn’t mind just seeing him even if she did get turned down.Which was likely to happen as she didn’t know the first thing about how magic worked. Though she was very willing to learn, and she could pick locks and get herself into and out of such situations. Would she need to be flexible? Well if she did, she was. Gilda liked to be fit and she was a slave to society and the images they press on young women. She was still a child, naive and easy to impress upon.

What should one wear to such an audition? Something with sparkles, something that showed off her body and beauty was the answer; and her wardrobe would never disappoint in that regard. Gilda entered the building, wearing a long trench coat, her hair volumed and curly, make up done perfectly. She was confident, at least she appeared to be as she asked someone for directions to the audition. They told her to take a seat, and she did, crossing her long, smooth leg over the other. The action revealed her knees, and showed off the strong calves and feet encased in a pair of silver strappy heels. As she waited she looked around at the posters, all of which had the star of the show upon them, and she wondered what he would be like when she meets with him. He seemed larger than life, and that appealed to the young woman, she got the impression that he would be fun. Well there was only one way to find out.

Another voice called out a name, and it was not the one that was usually doing it. Curious, Gilda looked up from her phone and scanned the room, picking out the girl that rose, following her gaze to the voice that spoke. It was him! She couldn’t believe that he was out here, did he want to see them for himself? Why, he didn’t want to dismiss them all? Had he found someone, or giving up on the idea of an assistant? Gilda looked on with interest as he dressed down Petra, a smile that there was one less to complete against. Not that Petra was much competition, just look at her…. Gilda petted her own curls, glad that she took the time to make sure they were behaving before she came her. It was the number one thing to do before an audition, make sure you are looking flawless. At least as flawless as you can manage, make-up, hair, clothes. Taking pride in your appearance was a good start in life.

Her name was called, and she took a deep breath. Here was her chance, by the looks of it she just had the one, and it seemed like he knew what he wanted, knew what he was looking for. She pressed now her coat, and as her name was called out a second time she stood up calmly, a bright smile on her face to show that he doesn’t faze her. In truth though, the scene before did worry her a little, but she was not Petra, so she walked over with confidence, her smile wavering for just a moment as he commented on her name. “No-“ she started to answer him, but she hardly got in anymore as he hurried her on to follow him. Only to to be stopped with a hand and she had to force a step back to avoid crashing into him. An eyebrow raised in question, turning to a disproving frown as his distaste for her name was mentioned once again. She didn’t mind changing her name for a part, and this was just going to be another part, but he really didn’t need to be like this. Surprise then quickly took over her features as he called another name to join them.

She turned to see who Katrina was, and her eyes narrowed slightly before she put on another big smile. “Competition is healthy, I relish the challenge.” She commentated, sweeping her curls over her shoulders.




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Katrina was no stranger to the auditioning process, and yet it felt ages since she'd actually gone through with it. She missed being on stage and the attention. Ghost tours and a seasonal Elvira impersonator just weren't the same, not even close. The Vegas experience had left a sour taste in her mouth; she had loved it there, truth be told, and she could have done fine, but her magician couldn't cut it, and she needed to be closer to San Francisco to keep her magic as strong as possible. It was a bittersweet decision but one that felt necessary all the same. She knew this wasn't the best city for magic acts, and that point had been driven home from the casting calls she had walked out of before even reaching her name, having reached the decision this buffoon wasn't worth her time. Or her in general, really. This time, she had done things right. She had watched him work, and what got her attention more than the show, was she felt him work. That man wasn't acting. That man had actual magic.

She was quiet as she waited for her name, observing the other girls around her and idly flipping through Instagram to pass the time. They all seemed rather young. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the old saying went. As the number of contenders began to dwindle, she checked herself briefly, from makeup to cleavage. It seemed to be the general idea that a magician's assistant needed to sparkle and shine in some gaudy, tacky thing whose number of sequins was just a conspiracy against fashion, and she could to a degree respect that. She'd had to endure it briefly in Vegas before she put her foot down about it. Being free to choose however, and having the time to think about what would work best in her favor, she had opted for a form-fitting black dress with only a subtle amount of bedazzling around the neckline to shoulders, simple makeup with only a soft smoky eye over the cat-eye and a red lip, and gold, strappy heels with snakes curling around her ankles. The assistant was there for just that: assistance, not to draw her own attention except when necessary. She needed to be a presence, yes, but the spotlight and focus ought to have been on the magician. Hopefully this logic worked in her favor.

She smirked slightly at the overheard quips about the girl's name. Gilda; well, she had to agree. Did she have a sister named Heidi? She wasn't smirking for long however, hearing her name shortly after. It was unexpected but nothing she couldn't handle, seemingly unfazed as she walked onto the stage and stopped a good five feet away from her, a respectable space. That momentary look from Gilda was not lost on her, having to fight off an amused smirk until a professional, cool smile prevailed. Competition, then. Fine. "Of course not; you're a busy man," she said, stepping forward, eyes on him. "What would the great Pendragon have us do, then? A trick?" Whilst one hand moved to rest on her hourglass hip, with the other she snapped her fingers and produced a small ball of fire that hovered over her cupped palm. "But if you'd rather we stand here and look pretty," she continued, bringing her hand and the flame ball in front of her and blowing it out, "that's fine. You're the magician, after all." Not once did she even glance in Gilda's direction, not an ounce of nervousness in her body. No one ever said she had to play fair, and that was just how Katrina liked it.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2018, 03:28 PM
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"P
erfect!" All of his ideas were great ideas… so when his brilliant mind came up with the idea to pit two beautiful women against each other, and of course essentially fight over him, he couldn't be more pleased with the turn out. Neither woman appeared to be daunted by the other, an overwhelming sense of confidence exuding from both ladies that he, silently albeit, had to commend. It wasn't every day that one got this chance to witness it, nor was it every day that auditions-while a competition in it of itself-pitted one girl against the other side by side. And that was why he liked it, why he smiled to himself as he turned on his heel to lead the ladies to their stage where they would perform. Of course, the audition requirements would have to change since it was going to accommodate two women, and surely hearing the same boring piece they had been given when they arrived (yet another test of their intelligence to see if something so simple as a script could be memorized so quickly) would not do… but it didn't matter.

He heard the chair in the back screeching as his manager stood abruptly, questioning why two blondes were following after him when it was only the one who had gone to get. It had been one thing to allow him to prescreen the girls, but this was not something he had assumed the man to do. One thing Howell was always so sure about, keeping people on their toes. The wizard glided in to the auditorium and cast a glance to his manager who was already making his way down, and rolled his eyes with his whole head. He stopped without warning and sent a glare to the man who halted on the stairs, an eyebrow raised. "Oh don't get you your knickers in a twist, we're just changing things up… is all." Howell said deviously, lifting a hand and shooing the man back to his seat so he could properly decide how he wanted to go about this audition. "Just sit back and enjoy the show." he quipped idly as he turned to both ladies, raising a brow as the one named Katrina offered up her own little trick.

Blue eyes sparked as he watched her bring the fire to life in her hand, keenly aware of the lack of flash paper she had in her possession. The magical waves while fading and fleeting did not go ignored and the wizard could not help the growing smile on his lips. Well this, this would certainly make things more interesting. At first he cast a glance over to the other blonde with an expectant look, wondering if she had prepared something as well-be it real or the illusory-but turned his gaze back to Katrina when she called him a magician. Whatever points she had won with her little show, simple as it was, were lost in those moments. His smirk grew and he shook his head.

"Wizard. You'd do well to remember." he corrected shortly, his tone dark as he opened his palm, a ball of vibrant blue flame erupting in his palm in a similar fashion. He watched as it burned brightly in his hand, the heat licking at his flesh and leaving it untouched. Blue eyes flickered from the woman who felt rather proud of herself to the other, who he had determined he couldn't fault her on not having something prepared since this audition had changed so suddenly. His smirk widened as he looked back to Katrina, his hand curling in to a fist to extinguish the flame. "Its not so hard to do when you know the trick." he countered, opening his hand in a flamboyant motion as the once flame turned in to a handful of red rose petals. Moving his gaze from either woman, he waved his hand a second time, watching as the rose petals moved to form a single-stemmed rose. He stood up straighter, the simple show of magic still enthralling as he raised a brow at Katrina. "It's what you do to make it better that counts." His attention turned to the other woman, and with a slight bow of his head he offered her the rose.

Clearing his throat, he turned back to the stage before him, motioning for the both of them to find their way up-either by the stairs on either side or with a simple hop-and quickly jumped up himself. "I think the both of you quite clearly have the looking pretty part down," Howell added, his tone suave and charming as he got to his feet, roaming the expanse of the stage as if he owned it-and in a way he did. "Today ladies, we're throwing away the script, and you are going to be putting on a show." he said triumphantly, both arms lifting to either side as if he were about to take a bow. He noted the exasperated look on his manager and rolled his eyes again, looking to either woman. "We'll see which of you dazzles me most." he offered, gaze shifting from one blonde to the next. "Which witch will it be?" he teased grinning from ear to ear as he realized he hadn't even given them instructions, but maybe that was just part of the test. He did always have impossible standards… so it came as no surprise as the man sitting in the back shook his head.

Howell had spent so much time wasting away watching as girls pranced along the stage following marks and verbal queues… hardly any of them with spark that demanded his attention. Now he had two… and he wasn't going to waste time testing them out to see if they even knew what they were doing. The one had her own unique sense of magic that he could already sense, having already been given a rather simple but interesting display of not only her power-but of her confidence. However, Gilda was certainly not out of the running yet, there was something about her that was intriguing that he couldn't quite yet put a finger on that he wanted to see.



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 Posted: Jun 12 2018, 10:21 AM
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Gilda, though she portrayed that she was confident, was really nervous now. She had been sitting out there learning the script, touching up her makeup and making sure her curls were set just so. She had high standards, and she had no doubt that those auditioning her did as well. This was really as much an audition for the Wizard and his team because she also wanted to know if they’d be a good fit for her, as much as she for them. The changeup unnerved her, but she was a survivor, she knew how to adapt. She had been to enough auditions to know this, and in her job as a cleaner that shouldn’t be seen, she knew how to react to the unexpected.

Yet it seemed not even his manager knew of this change up either. Clearly, it was only herself that was supposed to be called, yet Gilda found herself smiling at that. It was nice to know she and Katrine? Whatever her name was, were not the only ones put out by this change. She strode through to the room, leaving her coat on for the moment. She was still not sure what was expected of her, so she’d leave the dress hidden for the moment. The coat was form-fitting enough to show that she had a body, and her shapely legs still bare.

Then her mouth parted in surprise as the other blonde made a fire in her hands. How was she supposed to compete with that? She knew nothing of magic truly to able to do something like that. And if this woman could do it, why was she even applying for the part of a Wizard’s assistant? Surely she could have a show of her own? It did not make sense to her really. If she had such a talent, she would want to be on stage by herself doing such things. She never caught him glancing her way, still being enthralled in the fire the woman produced. Her attention was only reclaimed when she made a mistake.

It was nothing to do with the magic she did, but what she said. Gilda couldn’t help but smirk, turned her face away to hide her glee. Hopefully, this would work in her favour and she’d be able to gain some points. It was not long though before she was amazed again, but this time by the Wizard himself. Gilda had a childlike wonderment about her as she watched him make a blue flame, only to gasp as he turned it into petals then again into a single rose. Which he then handed to her and she took it demurely, still awestruck by the magic. She was still a young girl deep down, and she loved the gift as she took a sniff, surprised again at the realness. The soft petals tickled her nose and the scent was that of a rose.

By this time, Gilda had an idea of what was coming, at least she knew the script was now no longer valid. So she had some time to think of a talent she could use that would relate in some way to the brief. Acting out a monologue or singing and dancing a song was not what they were looking for here. No, it required something different, and Gilda felt she might just have the thing…. So, confident now she had a plan forming, she smiled at Howell and took to the stage via the stairs. Her hand slipped into her pocket, and she made sure the pick she had hidden in her cuff was still there. You never knew when it would come in handy, and this was such a situation.

She raised her arms, much like he did, and swept one down in a curtsey. “You don’t happen to have a safe, a lockbox of some kind do you?” She asked, “Even a padlock would do or handcuffs?” She never explained herself, for that would ruin the suspense, she just had to hope they had something that locked and the key nowhere to be seen. She still left her coat on, they knew she was pretty, the dress was not needed for this show. Unless they locked in a box or something, perhaps then she could reveal the dress.




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