"I am, maybe a little," David admitted. "I mean, I enjoy when a script stretches me a little."
John eyed him warrily, expression guarded. "I guess I can understand that, like a wave with a little volitility makes a better surf."
"I mean, other than opportunity, there's a reason I end up playing the characters," and he had the good conscious to wince at that, "a little, or even a lot, to the left of normal. You start to get a complex after the second mainstream cop show makes you a pedofile, even after you've spent your career being not quite sane and getting paid for it."
"Do you think those places exist too?" John leaned back in his chair, relaxing slowly.
"God I hope not," David shivered. "Forget the psychopaths, Grant Jansky deserves better."
John shrugged off the reference, making a note to look it up later. Just in case. "Are you any good?"
"At acting?" David asked, eyebrow raised. "I keep getting jobs, which I suppose means something."
"Be McKay," John said. "I want to see."
David frowned and then slowly his posture changed, shoulders reaching out and back, hands loosening up, eyes narrowing. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere attempting trying to plan or strategize or something, I mean I can understand the urge to rely on my amazing intellect but even I am not above a completely uneeded backup plan."
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Re: Method
Date: 2006-03-06 11:34 pm (UTC)*****
"I am, maybe a little," David admitted. "I mean, I enjoy when a script stretches me a little."
John eyed him warrily, expression guarded. "I guess I can understand that, like a wave with a little volitility makes a better surf."
"I mean, other than opportunity, there's a reason I end up playing the characters," and he had the good conscious to wince at that, "a little, or even a lot, to the left of normal. You start to get a complex after the second mainstream cop show makes you a pedofile, even after you've spent your career being not quite sane and getting paid for it."
"Do you think those places exist too?" John leaned back in his chair, relaxing slowly.
"God I hope not," David shivered. "Forget the psychopaths, Grant Jansky deserves better."
John shrugged off the reference, making a note to look it up later. Just in case. "Are you any good?"
"At acting?" David asked, eyebrow raised. "I keep getting jobs, which I suppose means something."
"Be McKay," John said. "I want to see."
David frowned and then slowly his posture changed, shoulders reaching out and back, hands loosening up, eyes narrowing. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere attempting trying to plan or strategize or something, I mean I can understand the urge to rely on my amazing intellect but even I am not above a completely uneeded backup plan."