This choice: Morticia Darkmoon (Amanda Van Bellman) • Go Back... "Oh, Mortimer. I have been slayed, I perceive my mortal coil coming undone!" Morticia cried out. Her black cat Mortimer watched as his master flay around like a fool.Right before she fell onto the floor. On the floor of her room, Morticia clutched her stomach and moaned in mock pain.
"Slowly, ever so slowly, I feel the last gasp of life travel from my mouth. I cannot stand the burden of pain! Please, Mortimer, end my suffering."
Mortimer jumped from his post, and landed on the floor. Trotting right up to Morticia, and Mortimer licked her face. With a sigh, the girl got up and picked up her feline. Stroking the cat with the palm of her hand.
"Come on, Mortimer. You were supposed to lay on my stomach, what are you doing?" Morticia joked as the cat purred in her arms. Suddenly, her door was knocked upon. Putting the cat down, Mortica made her way to the door. Opening it, Morticia was greeted by a familiar face.
"Ms. Van Bellman, your manager is calling for you." Curtis spoke. Curtis was her personal butler,and someone that Morticia counted as a friend. And on the subject of why she had a personal butler, it was because of her lineage.
You see, Morticia was apart of the Van Bellman family. A line of famous actors, and actresses. Her great-grandmother was in the Hammer movies; her grandmother in the horror pieces of the 60's;and her mom in the films of the 80's to 90's. With her usually playing the role of the "last girl" in flicks. She grew out of that, but still people loved her for those roles. And now, it was Morticia's role in keeping up the family legacy.
Back to the story,Curtis indicated the phone that he was holding, Mortica picked it up to answer.
"Amanda, how you doing?" It was Martin V. Chester, the manager that her mother picked out. Morticia scowled; mother picked Martin because she knew he wouldn't play ball with Amanda's "Morticia" act. And also for the fact that he was a pretty competent manager.
"What do you need, Martin?"
"Well, Amanda, I have a great deal for yo-"
"Is it a commercial?" Morticia played with her nails, she was not doing another commercial again. Last one was to bank on her family name, and also gave her the nickname of "Beef Brothers Girl." "You know the drill on that,Martin."
"Let me finish, some lucky director has decided to pick you for a horror movie he's doing!"
Morticia stood slack jawed at the revelation; Curtis was just about to ask a question, right before he heard the loudest "squee" ever. Calming herself down, Morticia babbled at her manager.
"Where? When? How? Do I need to do put on some makeup? How many are at the audition?"
"Hold on, hold on. Just let me tell you what you want to know." Martin then listed off what he needed from her. Indicating to Curtis that she wanted a pen and paper, Morticia rapidly wrote down the details.Finishing it up, Morticia went back into her room to get dressed.
After a few moments, Morticia came back outside with her Gothic,suit. Black petite coat over a black top. Black slacks going to black, leather shoes. Just black coloration all around. Taking Mortimer with her; Curtis, she and the cat made their way downstairs.
A maid walked up to the trio, and Morticia gave Mortimer to her. Nodding her head, the maid walked off with the cat in her hands. The duo of Curtis and Morticia walked into the garage. Picking a black sedan,Curtis went to the front seat, and Morticia to the back. Opening the garage door, the duo sped off towards their destination.
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Mortica popped her head into the warehouse, it was a fair size, but the ones her mother went to were bigger.Boxes were covering the walls, and a set was in the middle of being put up. Casually making her way in, Morticia yelled out.
"Hello, is anyone here?"
Curtis followed behind her, as the duo made there way closer into the building, someone came from behind the boxes. A twenty-something year old man walked forward, black hair in the style of a pompadour. A five o' clock shadow was on his face.
"Hello, you must be Amanda Van Bellman, come. I'm Lawrence Tapper." The man said, leading Morticia right to the set.
" I prefer Morticia Darkmoon, thank you very much. So, what do I need to act as?" Morticia said. Lawrence smiled and said to her. "You don't need to do that, you're perfect for the role i'm choosing."
That should've been a red flag, but Morticia didn't quite catch on. Lost in her pride that she could be picked so easily. What did he want from her? Was she supposed to be the villain, the heroine, an additional protagonist? Almost slapping her forehead, she almost forgot an extremely important thing!
"Excuse, but I haven't even gotten the name of this project." Morticia blushed as she said that.
"Oh, no fault on you." Lawrence moved behind a stack of crates, coming back out with a piece of paper. Morticia took it from his hands, and read the title....
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