Harrington Moriarty
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- 2/2012
Harrington had worked in the theater industry for a long time. Since he was a kid, really. But, after finding that he did not like the attention or work of an actor, he switched to something subtler - special effects. He loved his job - and he got to work with his lovely cousin. It was the best job. He just got to mess around backstage, cast a few spells here and there, and hang out with his cousin all day. However, it was not all sunshine and rainbows. Harrington chewed on his lower lip as the director continued to reprimand him. Today, Harrington had accidentally set light to a curtain. It wasn't anything major - just that they needed to get another curtain. Honestly, he had no idea why the director was so made over it, but he was, and he knew that it was best to not argue the point with him. It could have been so much worse. If he had not have acted quickly, the entire theater could have gone down. How made would he have been then? Harry doubted he would still be alive if he had of done more damage to the theater than a bit of scolding here and a little fine cooking there. "It was only a curtain..." he said innocently, shifting his weight from foot to foot. It was all easily replaceable anyway. The director had to take a chill-pill.
Harry, after the director finished ripping him a new one, went to go get something to eat. After standing there for ten minutes being abused, food was something he needed right now. And a drink, but that had to wait. He sighed as he grabbed a pastie, and sat down on a prop lounge, putting his feet up on a table and relaxing his body. Upon seeing his cousin creep back into sight (along with the rest of the cast, who had all bolted as soon as the yelling started) he waved her over, and patted the seat beside him. "Hey," he said, giving her a weak grin. "I nearly got fired. What's up?"
<i></i>Harry, after the director finished ripping him a new one, went to go get something to eat. After standing there for ten minutes being abused, food was something he needed right now. And a drink, but that had to wait. He sighed as he grabbed a pastie, and sat down on a prop lounge, putting his feet up on a table and relaxing his body. Upon seeing his cousin creep back into sight (along with the rest of the cast, who had all bolted as soon as the yelling started) he waved her over, and patted the seat beside him. "Hey," he said, giving her a weak grin. "I nearly got fired. What's up?"