Lights, Camera, Action! [Mint + Uke] Mature
 

This is a Death Note roleplay between Mint and Uke.

This Roleplay may concern but is not limited to cursing, light violence and implied sexual situations.

Original characters may be introduced.

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Mint;
Mello
L
Matt

Uke;
Near
Light
Halle

"If Mello wants to shoot... then do it-"

"Cut!"

The crew gave a deep groan, shoulders slumping. They'd been at this scene for hours, trying to meet up to the high standards of the director.

The two teens in front of the screen looked irritated and exhausted. They were the only two in the scene, yet neither of them seemed able to get it right.

"Fuck, you want me to shoot him or something!?" The blonde boy snapped. "Cause I'll do it! Fuck, I'll shoot myself too! Props! Someone get a fucking bullet in this gun!"

The tall, thin fellow with the wild, raven hair standing just off-set sighed heavily and held his head- shaking it in disappointment.

"I think we're in serious need of a break," A young woman with bleached blonde sighed, giving the director a pleading look. "They've been at it for hours, sir! There's no way they're going to get the scene now!"

"Yeah, isn't there a law or something against having them on set too long or something?" A lanky young man with dark hair standing besides a powerful blonde man across from the woman asked with a frown.

The director threw up his arms with a frustrated yell and the crew all winced as he stormed off set.

After a few moments an auburn-haired young woman sighed and motioned to the two boys. "Go ahead and head out. When he comes back he'll want to shoot something with neither of you in it. Go on home."

With a frustrated sound, the teen that was seated on the floor stood up and stretched out, his limbs aching from hours in an awkward position.

"Jesus Christ!" The blonde boy threw up his own hands and tossed his gun on the prop table. "It's not like we don't have other shit to do either! I got exams this week and an interview with E!"

The raven-haired fellow approached the stage and looked both boys over.

"...You shouldn't ad-lib so much." He stated.

"I wouldn't have to if the script wasn't so poorly written," The shorter of the two boys mumbled, rolling his eyes. He came over and unbuttoned his shirt, starting to pull it off - it was extremely warm in there and the lights were burning his sensitive skin. "I could almost swear that Light pays them to make our lines so horrible so that he remains the star..."

"Why would he pay...he's co-writer." The man replied with a sigh. "And child labor isn't an issue with you two because you're not young enough."

"Jesus, this leather is just...in these lights!" The blonde snapped.

"Mihael, you're letting this get to you." The man said in warning.

"Sorry, Lawliet, but we really don't want to wind up killed off," The white-haired boy snapped before he sighed and looked away. "...Sorry. I just..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"No offense taken, I'm still getting royalties and a percentage." The man replied with a sigh. "I'm not big on the Hollywood scene, you know that...too many cameras."

"Too many drugs and crap too, huh?" Mihael snorted. "I'm outta here, I need a shower and shit."

"Do you want to get together later?" The younger teen offered, before he quickly cut in with, "To try and work out this scene when we're, you know, calmed down..."

"That depends." Mihael snorted. "Your trailer or someplace with a pool?"

The younger boy had to turn his face away to hide his pink cheeks. "My trailer."

"You got air conditioning?" Mihael asked. "This heat is killing me."

He wiped his forehead.

"Leather is murder in this weather." Mihael sighed.

"Wouldn't you know?" Someone scoffed to the side. "We all know how many times you have been in there!"

A few of the staff members chuckled.

"Who said that!?" Mihael whirled on the group. "He's got the nuts!? Huh!? Anyone!?"

He skimmed the group.

A form stepped out and the white-haired boy beside him groaned. "Light..."

"I see that neither of you can match up to my skills," Light chuckled. "You might as well request a termination of contract now!"

"You weren't even in this scene, what're you doing here?" Mihael frowned and looked Raito over before he smirked. "Oh, is it because L's here?"

Light scoffed a bit. "As if I would come to spend time with my ex-costar. And you'd best learn to call him by his real name, Mihael, least you lose touch with reality and start referring to yourself as Mello."

He shot a glare toward Nate, who blushed and turned away.

"Light, are you here for more revisions?" The raven-haired man asked. "You know that the writer can't be on-set during filming."

"Actually, I was called in from my revisions because the director wants to shoot a scene that doesn't have you two in it," Light scoffed, sending the teenagers a smirk.

"Pre-Madonna." Mihael rolled his eyes before grabbing Nate's hand and dragging him to the door. "Let's go, I need some food anyway, you hungry?"

He looked around.

"Wardrobe!" He called. "Get me out of this crap! I feel like it's sticking to me!"

A few people came over and steered the teenagers into the wardrobe closet.

White Mello peeled out of the tight leather, Nate moved over to the mirror and pulled out the black contacts that he had to wear for his roll. He leaned back and dropped a few eye-drops into his almost colorless eyes, blinking a few times before pulling off the heavy white shirt he was wearing.

"Oh, gosh," He chuckled, grabbing the photo of 'Mello' as a child before it fell. "I forgot that was there."

"Careful, that's the only copy I got." Mihael warned. "I don't want it getting wrinkled either."

Nate turned to blink at him, before he carefully set the picture down, as if he were afraid to touch it.

"I can't believe they wouldn't just make a copy of it." Mihael sighed before he pulled on a long black shirt and then grabbed his matching jeans. "My mother would kill me if anything happened to that photo."

"You mean it's... actually a photo of you?" Nate asked in surprise, his clear eyes wide. "I thought they just used photoshop or some random kid-!"

"No, it's me." Mihael sighed. "I must've been like...thirteen or fourteen...I don't know."

He walked over to Nate.

"you gonna get dressed?" He asked.

"But you look so young," Nate hummed. "And you're seventeen now, so it wasn't that long ag-" He paused as he realized Mihael was right in front of him, and then squeaked.

"Wow, what was that?" Mihael blinked.

"Um... I'll be back-!" Nate cried, grabbing his change of clothes and disappearing into one of the dressing rooms.

"Ohh-kay?" Mihael blinked after the boy in confusion.

Nate was always a bit of mystery to him. It was amazing that the studio had gotten their hands on a real albinic person to play the role of Near in the series, but Nate was a little odd.

Not much later Nate slipped out of the room, dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt - one that looked like it belonged to a girl. He looked like one of those stupid scene kids with the thick eyeliner on his eyes and everything... but Mihael had to admit, he had the body for it.

"...My God, where did they find you?" Mihael snorted- shaking his head.

"Facebook," Nate said, giving a small shrug.

"Mail showed me some of the pics you have on there." Mihael smirked.

Nate's cheeks turned pink and he looked away. "Yeah, well... that whole playing jenga with my mouth thing was totally a dare!"

"And when you swallowed the popsickle whole?" Mihael asked.

Nate's entire face was red now. "No, I was just drunk that time."