Sander Cohen... Voice Test + Homeless

[asectioneight]

Do you HONESTLY expect me to meet with my public now!? I'm scarcely prepared, sweet plebeian.

Au contraire... I'm no stranger to playing the muse, but this is elevating the art to a level of abstraction that seems almost gratuitous. Muses... should be left to their autonomy. Had I ever attempted to reel mine in I would have accomplished absolutely nothing to speak of. She is far too finicky a woman.

But if you INSIST on haranguing me, I'll be in my dressing room... and puh-lease! Get in touch ONLY when you've found a venue for me. Until then, begone with you; The Disciples and I have unfinished business...

[He leaves the door to his dressing room open a sliver, his backside to the entrance as he settles in at his desk, opening a compact mirror and examining his features as though he were appraising meat in a deli.]

Comments

[prettyfool]

Oh, go suck on lemons, Cohen!

[asectioneight]

[He snaps his compact shut with a sharp click. He hesitates, and finally turns his head slowly to look over his shoulder at the doorway.]

Given your career choice I can think of a few things you ought to be sucking on...and it certainly isn't fruit...

...But I won't dignify you with that kind of response.


What are you even DOING in the Fort, girl?

[prettyfool]

Oh wow. Calling a stripper a whore. Wherever did you get that clever jibe?

[ Smug look. ] Give it a try. I can even include it in the next review with Anna. [ Got the power? Got the power. ]

Ask Mr. Ryan -- he got me the job there.

[asectioneight]

I never called you a Whore, but feel free to continue to project any and all insecurities towards your illustrious career on me.

[He smiles, saccharine. Maybe a little patronizing.]

I am completely unsurprised you spend any of your time with that wailing banshee in leu of the fact that she's made herself a political enemy.

Finally my Dear, considering Ryan is the mutual reason we live here... I suppose I spoke in error. Why you have chosen to malinger about my dressing room is what I'm really curious about.

[acharmingsmile]

Are you quite alright, my good man? [Have a dazzling smile! That'll cheer him up, won't it?]

[asectioneight]

[The corner of his lip twitches, nearly smilng out of automatic reflex rather than any immediate delight at the man's unexpected presence.]

And you would be? I wasn't expecting my public....

[Let's out an exasperated breath, pressing his fingertips to the spot above his brow.]

[acharmingsmile]

[Although Gilderoy Lockhart is far too self-centered to be anyone's public, he does as ever find himself drawn to the gloomy and morose... it is just too irresistable not to bother them!]

Are you famous as well? [With that moustache, really? But have another big smile.] I am Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award... it is wonderful to meet a fellow celebrity!

[asectioneight]

[His brow arched, almost lip-synching "is this man serious" but stopping at no more than an errant twitch of his lip. Remains silent for a pause before smiling almost cloyingly, his jaw muscles clenched in discomfort.]

I am quite the Name where I come from. However, my distinction relates to the arts. I'm afraid I can't glean any importance out of the Titles you've explained, but I will assume you're also...quiiiite... known.