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Post by trey CALVIN bishop on Jan 13, 2012 4:53:21 GMT -5
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"I think the triumph in it was that they made it their own. You're looking at it too much like the play, Rumming, and while I agree on some points, that isn't fair. Shakespeare was brilliant, not just for his time but for all times. Nobody can do his works complete justice."
Even if Jillian Rumming had happened to say the exact things her temporary assistant was thinking, even if she agreed with him on every single point(secretly, of course) they would have wound up arguing. It was how the two of them operated. It was part of their relationship. Some people had lovers and they hugged and kissed. Some people had friends and they laughed and shared fond memories. Some people had enemies and they fought and hated. Trey Bishop and Jillian Rumming had... each other. They most certainly were not friends, but there was a certain enemy dynamic that they lacked and that was distance. Even if they wanted to get away from one another, they couldn't. Trey had been assigned to Professor Rumming's English class for a year and she couldn't with good reason withdraw. Not liking her TA was not a good reason.
But they didn't seem to want to get away from each other. For all their bickering and jabbing, they still wound up spending time together. Extracurricular time together. Not naughty extracurricular time, but time like this. A professional date between colleagues wasn't exactly enemy behaviour. Dinner and a movie was not enemy behaviour. Both parties would likely have something to say on the impracticality of labels like friend and enemy, how there would always be grey areas in between realistically. Some friends hated each other secretly, some enemies were in love. To say that two people were one of three was far from correct. Common, but incorrect. Trey and Jillian's relationship, for example, was anything but black and white.
... figuratively speaking.
"Yes, it was a bit out there, but that's Shakespeare! He wrote it that way! And Julie Taymor is known for going a bit weird. I mean, Across The Universe? Weird shit. But she gave it her own flair-- and not just that, a modern flair! It's a movie about magic and love and revenge. You should know how many young people these days don't even bother withe Shakespeare because it's 'too hard'. Times change. Things like this need to be adapted to keep up, but the original will always be superior."
It was still winter but in San Francisco, all it ever seemed to do was rain or fog. Luckily tonight it was fog. Not quite choke-you-to-death fog, but still fog. If there were stars out or a big shiny moon, Trey couldn't see it. All he could see was grey up above, and the faint outline of a few dark clouds. Likely the rain wasn't far off, but he could only hope to get home before then. It meant he wouldn't feel like he had to give Jillian his coat to keep her warm. Still, feeling like he should was very far from actually doing it.
"We're nearly there. How're you doing in those shoes? You get around well for a gal of your age, Rumming, I'll give you that."
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Post by Jillian Irene Rumming on Jan 14, 2012 5:02:33 GMT -5
[/img] ~~~~ “Shall I slip them off and let you have a try, Bishop?” the woman quipped back, not missing a beat. If she’d been a bit younger she might have flipped her hair. Or perhaps it was the man, and not her age, that was wrong. Trey Bishop was hardly a man with whom she wanted to flirt. Hence why age was entirely the wrong barrier in this situation – depending on the person, Jillian Rumming could be an atrociously good flirt.
“I’m sure you’d be fine. Your calves are almost as good as mine.”
Of course there was more to wearing a pair of heels than strong calves. One had to consider how to distribute their weight across the sole of their foot, instead of being lazy and just letting it all press down on the ball. This bled into good posture, and a disciplined gait. Being an old hand at not only walking in ridiculously high heels, but standing in them for hours on end, Jill had it down to a fine art.
Or perhaps she had merely become desensitised, as she had to so many other things with the passage of time. The one thing wanting with this hypothesis, however, was why so many other emotions were still so keen. How could one blade of emotion dull, while another felt sharp enough to cleave stone? Yes, as much as Jill preferred to focus on anger, and bitterness, her reaction to her husband’s betrayal was more complex than that.
Especially when that little bitch was trying to take her daughter away.
But that was another internal conflict for another night.
With Trey, everything was external. Jill was far too distracted by their clash of words, opinions and personalities to think of anything else. Her mind constantly turned over the next witty rebuttal to his latest statement. She would have liked to think of it as an ‘inane’ statement, but as little as she liked the man, she had to acknowledge that he was intelligent. How else could he be quite so manipulative?
And he was, no matter what he said. Of course, if he admitted it, he wouldn’t be a good manipulator at all. But he was. Jill had decided on the first day of meeting him that Bishop was very good. He was innocuous and acquiescing - he was likeable. On harder days Jillian almost wished that she could be unguarded enough to simply like him and have a smooth relationship. Then Trey would have done little more than massage her ego and be all around helpful. They would bicker less and things would be easy.
…and boring.
To trade away their conflict would be to wipe away either or both of their competitive streaks.
In spite of herself, Jill liked their unspoken exercise duels when they found each other at the gym. She enjoyed the sharp wit, jabbing at each other like fencers would with a foil. In a life rather devoid of it, it was fun.
“And it seems to me, Bishop, that you are being far too respectful of the cinematic medium, and forgetting that it is a play.”
This time she did flip her hair back over her shoulder. Instead of being a flirt accompanied by a grin, it was a flounce of superiority.
“I’m not sure that I necessarily agree with the transition itself. Plays aren’t about the set, or the cinematography, or the music. They’re about the life. The raw emotion of the players. Some of that is certainly lost when you transfer that to screen.”
She pursed her lips.
“A lot of it.”
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