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[Jan. 19th, 2010|02:41 pm] |
[current. visible. totally unprotected. hell, his mom could probably find it.]
small.
visible.
current.
stoned.
oops.
not my fault.
somebody kill kenny. he's screaming at me again.
chrissy!? you hate me? |
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| Fighting the urge to drop-kick himself |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|07:22 pm] |
[current]
He's bruised, beaten and bleeding. It's supposed to be fake. But there's madness to the method, and Thor's cuts are real today. There's a particularly nasty one on his shoulder where Chris leaned into a window too hard. Glass hurts when it cuts.
Branagh's not happy. Understatement. At least he's complaining about makeup having to cover around real bruises. Chris could care less. It's handy having fellow actors willing to rough him up and not ask too many questions.
Anton's not talking to him. Not that he's tried calling.
Bruce left a message. It went unreturned.
He'll be damned if he's making Zoe takes sides.
And sitting on the sidewalk outside Pine's house doesn't count for much. |
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| Text messages |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|03:29 pm] |
[current]
[To Chris Pine]
Miss me? *g* Could use a game. Shower. Something.
[To Liam Hemsworth]
Mum's still not talking. I'm so fucked.
[To Josh Peck]
Dude! Back in LA?
[To Kenneth Branagh]
Yes, Sir, I'm staying out of trouble. |
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| Chris, Chris & Anton: Taking in the band |
[Jan. 9th, 2010|06:06 pm] |
[backdated to november 12/20, when anton's band the hammerheads played in los angleses]
Chris cools his heels outside the club, t-shirt peeking out of the hoodie's top, jeans ripped in all the right places, waiting on Pine to show up. He's nervous, though he knows he shouldn't be. It's a friggin' show at The Roxy. But he doesn't get to see Anton play a lot, and he's not sure Pine's ever seen the band, plus there's the whole 'boyfriends in the same place' thing, even though he can't acknowledge either of them as such. So he shoves his hands into his pockets and kicks his boot at the sidewalk.
Pine arrives a little later than he originally intended, but still with some time to spare. He's going with the jeans/t-shirt/leather jacket combo tonight - nothing fancy. He's known about Anton's band, of course, but hasn't seen the perform, so that's exciting. Pine hasn't had a chance to have 'the talk' with Anton about the whole 'sharing a boyfriend' notion yet, but they are all adults and friends, after all. He hopes it won't be too awkward, but is confident they can face it if so.
Pine sees Chris skulking around and heads over. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Good, man. Anton's inside, had a sound check." Chris keeps his hands to himself, a feat in itself, but he knows he can good -- or at least not overt about gropes once they're in the crowd. "He's excited. They're opening, three bands, we don't have to stay through all of it."
"Let's play by ear - no pun intended." Pine says. "Does Anton usually hang with the band after a show?"
"Sometimes. Depends on his mood and the show. I haven't seen the band play much, was in Detroit for the last couple gigs." Chris takes a step toward the door. "C'mon, we can get in, find a good spot upfront, be groupies."
"Sounds good." Pine says. "Lead on, just don't get too crazy. We might get him into trouble if we get naked and start jumping around or something."
( You get to be the crowd parter, big guy. ) |
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| New Year's texts |
[Jan. 1st, 2010|12:07 am] |
[current]
Chris reflects, staring out the condo at the snow, still swirling and covering skiers intent on making that midnight run, on where he was a year ago: partying in LA, coming home with Bruce because he couldn't be trusted to do anything else. A decade ago, he was trying to make ends meet, had no one. But it's different this year. And that's obvious when he turns around and finds Anton across the condo's living room. He has several people who care about him, love him, shares his bed. But they're not all here. And for some, it's been 2010 for hours. He pulls out his BlackBerry and finds a quiet corner to type messages before finding a glass to toast the new year.
[to zoe]
Happy New Year, Z! I'll send you photos of Bruce and the kid on the slopes.
[to josh]
Welcome to 2010, dude! You go out for the big ball?
[to liam]
Hi, bro! Happy New Year's. It's gonna be better for both of us.
[to pine]
Hey. Happy New Year! Wish we were together. See you in a few days.
Then he closes it and moves across the room to Anton's side, wrapping his arms around his lover. kissing his neck. |
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| Texts to Chris Pine |
[Dec. 28th, 2009|08:22 pm] |
[current]
Chris is sitting around, thinking about life, or maybe it's all the feel-good movies on TV or something. You make your luck. There is no fate. He pulls out the Blackberry and starts typing.
Hi. Christmas good? Spent with family, I assume. Did you get shirt? And package?
Your third gift's on backorder. Oops.
( gifts that were sent )
Have to be gone for a few days.
Will have Blackberry. Text me.
Can I see you next week? |
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| Twitters from Thor ... obviously someone's not focusing |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
[current]
 c_hemsworth Jaimie, pay attention. Or hit Stuart again.
3 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Hammerheads playing Saturday at Roxy. Who's showing?
3 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Oops. Branagh tweets. We're in trouble. :)
12 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth PA is playing Christmas music during break. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_Sv0DniGmI&feature=related
30 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Rene Russo's gonna be my mom. Whoa! Nope, not having a fantasy there.
42 minutes ago from mobile |
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| Text messages to Anton |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|02:41 pm] |
[current, follows on texts from liam and post by matthew]
Hey, kid. Meeting Liam at Club today.
Matthew's being mean. *g* Says there's no Santa Claus. Make him stop.
*sticks out tongue, makes silly face*
Branagh's being mean, too. |
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| A tale of two guys named Chris: Hemsworth and Pine play basketball ... |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|12:16 am] |
[current]
( Winner gets what he wants? )
[comments screened] |
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| Twittering -- flocked |
[Dec. 4th, 2009|03:31 pm] |
[current]
c_hemsworth Plane's boarding. Going home!
2 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Engaging in favorite pastime ... *directs giggling girls to Anton*
22 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth *retrieves BlackBerry* I hate airport security.
37 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Take off your shoes. Take off your belt. Why don't they just ask me to strip?
45 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth *shows passport* *again* Why, no, I'm not American. My boyfriend took his test. Does that count?
1 hour ago from mobile |
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| Monday text messages and an email |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|10:54 pm] |
[current]
Chris is sitting alone in the apartment, staring at the TV -- nothing worth watching -- and he can't get up the energy to play a game. He'll make himself get up and join Anton in bed, in a few minutes, but first there's catching up to do.
text to Bruce
Hi, you! Movie was good. Bet Astra wants a friend after watching. :)
text to Zoe
Sweetheart, taking care of the old man? I'm starting to hate New York. NO OCEAN!
( email to Chris Pine ) |
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| Chris and Liam have that face-to-face talk |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
[took place friday, november 27, in new york]
It's a public place, a nice deli, safe and simple. He's still not really recognized when he goes out, so it works. And while he could've met Liam at the Club, it just didn't seem right. The text he'd sent had given Liam an hour, more than enough time to get there, and Chris has only been seated a few minutes when he spies his brother coming in. He stretches his arm up, catching Liam's attention and waving him over.
"Hi, bro." Liam pauses at the booth's edge. "What, no hug?"
( I'm comfortable, Lee. You can get one on the way out. )
[comments screened] |
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| Twitter -- flocked |
[Nov. 26th, 2009|11:59 am] |
[current, tweeting the macys parade]
 c_hemsworth Santa sighted! It's Xmas.
5 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Dude, Smurfs! Who don't love little blue guys?
25 minutes ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Damn, Pikachu is huge.
1 hour ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Bruce! You should be here!
2 hours ago from mobile
c_hemsworth Rockin' parade route with Anton & Josh. Life is good.
3 hours ago from mobile |
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| Chris makes a call he's been putting off |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|01:18 am] |
[current]
Maybe it was waiting till Bruce had left, when Anton's on set and the apartment's empty, maybe he needs that silence to bring himself to make the call.
( Speed dial: Liam. ) |
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| Josh Peck comes by to keep Chris company while he convalesces |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:37 am] |
[backdated to friday, november 6
warning: casual sharing of a joint or two]
It's darkest before the dawn or something like that, and shoulder injuries feel like crap before they start healing. Chris remembers enough of football injuries to realize his shoulder is going to ache for several more days before he really wants to move it much. But nearly 72 hours out from the moment he twisted the wrong way, Chris is gaining mobility, settling on the sofa for a change of scenery. He's not even bothering with a shirt yet, the sling binding over his chest and shoulder, holding his arm at a specific angle.
( You are so officially my best bud )
[comments screened] |
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| Tweets and texts |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
[current]
Chris isn't out of the orthopedic clinic before he has the BlackBerry out. He winces at first use of both hands on the keyboard, but it's over in a heartbeat.
First, there's the public tweet:
c_hemsworth No more sling! Shoulder sore, but good.
3 minutes ago from UberTwitter
Then more private texts:
To Anton
Can we go out tonight? Want to celebrate.
To Christian
It's Chris. Typing for myself again. Thanks.
Then he turns the iPod on, earbuds tucked in as he heads down the street to Melissa Etheridge's "Come to My Window." He has plans to make. |
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| Birthday present for Josh Peck |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|01:41 pm] |
[current]
They're standing at the gate, waiting on the plane to board, and Chris expects to get voicemail, which is fine. He starts singing, "Happy birthday to you," and Bruce turns his head to stare. When he finishes, he holds the phone up. "Tell Josh's voicemail happy birthday."
Bruce laughs. "Uh, hi, Josh. Hope it's a great day."
"Yep, have a good one, dude," Chris says. "Your present should be there this afternoon. Later."
He toggles the End button and pockets the phone.
( sent via Est courier ) |
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