Thread: Lights, Camera, Action! [Anansi x Goatse]

There's such a terribly long list to the most demeaning of jobs. The reasons why most people go to school and get a good education. They avoid falling into those traps, they try to avoid falling into poverty. Some though, some just slip into that life without knowing any better, they just slip through the cracks. It doesn't help if they have specific talents for these forbidden industries. Though their talent fell into a business not many spoke of, a business not many wanted to even acknowledge. It was the lovely business of murder and sex combined. Buying a prostitute was one thing, buying porn was another... but to purchase a snuff video, to support that sort of media, it was enough to bring social suicide. After all, to purchase that media means you support murder. To support murder means you're a monster, to be murdered though... That was something else entirely, that was being a martyr. But what if you were murdered to feed the addictions of others? To feed that sadistic desire everyone felt inside of them? No one quite knew what to call it. But Colleen was more than happy to live that sort of life. Yes, Colleen was a man in his early twenties, one with a very special gift. Death was something he didn't have to worry about, after all, it couldn't touch him for the most part. Instead of doing good with this talent, such as becoming a hero and saving lives, he merely worked in the snuff business, making plenty of movies to support himself. He couldn't say he exactly hated that line of work either. He found it to be fun, and fulfilling. He also had made many friends on the job, and generally had a rather good time. In fact, he was getting ready for a shooting now. This juvinecent man wore a school uniform similar to the nearby high school's, imitating it. This current shoot was supposed to be somewhat reminiscent of a kidnapping incident which occurred a few years ago, something that the public had mostly forgotten. His chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail, those bi-colored eyes staring back into a mirror. Colleen was in his dressing room now, just making sure he had the final touches right. It was strange how this man had insisted on taking a painstaking time to make sure the look was perfect, just so it could be completely destroyed within moments. Those eyes had sort of been his trademark in a way, it's how you could easily tell him apart from other actors. One eye was blue, as the other was a slate colour. When he felt as though he was satisfied, the pale man with freckles speckling his cheeks had walked out into the main room. Yawning softly, he had inquired to the director about how they would begin it, though not about how it would end. That was the one thing they wouldn't plan, how these crimes would go about. Things felt so much more natural when they were allowed to improvise and go with the moment. So, he had walked over to a set that looked to be a basement. He moved to the false door, and waited for the cameras to start rolling. When they did, he instantly had turned into a victim in the midst of a strong panic, banging against the door and howling for help, begging for someone to save him... and now, his co-star would take the show... he couldn't wait.