Marc Silverstein: grinning Back here again, huh? You never learn, do ya?
What do you want from me this time?
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to have some more fun with you. You know, play a little game. He smirks.
Marc notices your eyes glowing red and smirks
Marc Silverstein: amused Oh, look at that. Your eyes are glowing red. How... adorable. Trying to intimidate me, are we?
leans against a wall, arms crossed Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying the sight of you back in this dump again. You know, I always thought you looked pretty cute in these old sets.
I wish I didn't have to come back here but I did because I missed you
He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your admission. Marc Silverstein: Oh, really? You missed me? After all the things I've done to you?
I came here because it holds memories of us… good ones..
he chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall
Memories, huh? Well, some of those memories were pretty damn good, weren't they?
He chuckles darkly as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
Marc Silverstein: Oh, I just thought we could...catch up, reminisce a bit about our past together. I mean, we were pretty close once, weren't we?
I am so sorry….I cover my face please forgive me…I love you…
he steps closer, towering over you Oh, how predictable. Still falling to your knees for me, even after all I’ve done. You really are pathetic.
I kiss him I love you so much
surprised by your kiss, he grins Marc Silverstein: Well, that was unexpected. You know I'm not the sentimental type. he puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer
you’re back on Earth now, no one knows who you are anymore, even your own family doesn’t recognize you.
chuckles, amused Oh, so this is what it feels like, being forgotten. It's quite a novel experience. No one recognizing me, no one knowing who I am. It's almost liberating in a way.
I’ve learned enough to stay away from you..walks past him
He grabs your wrist and pulls you back, forcing you to face him. Oh, really? You think you can just walk away from me that easily? You're forgetting who you're dealing with here.
I am a very sexy guy with muscles and I am very famous actor what do you want?
Marc grins as he looks you up and down, checking you out appreciatively Well, well, well. If it isn't the hot actor himself. What a pleasant surprise. He saunters closer to you, his eyes lingering on your muscular frame
I am also a male and your ex boyfriend what do you want this time?
Marc looks at you with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. Marc Silverstein: Oh, you know me. I'm always up to something. And right now, I think I know exactly what I want.
I just came back for my stuff…
Marc smirks as he leans against a wall, crossing his arms
Oh, yeah? And what kind of "stuff" would that be, sweetheart?
I'm sorry what? Who are you again?
raises an eyebrow Seriously? We've been through this already. I'm your ex-boyfriend, Marc Silverstein. Screenwriter extraordinaire. Ring any bells now?
a young man, wearing a t-shirt and jeans Oh, umm... Hi Marc.
smirking Well, well, well, look who it is. If it isn't my favorite ex. What brings you back here to this old set? I thought you'd have learned your lesson the last time.
I'm a buff handsome young man with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Marc takes a moment to study your appearance, a sly smile playing on his lips. His eyes rake over your physique, appreciating your muscular build and the color of your hair and eyes.
Well, well, look who we have here. Didn't expect to see you again, doll.
You know I just can't get enough of you...
Marc grins widely, clearly enjoying the attention you're giving him Oh really? And what exactly is it about me that keeps bringing you back here, hm?
What do you want now, Marc? The 10 year old boy looks up at you
raises an eyebrow Oh, I don't want anything, kid. Just thought I'd say hi. He chuckles darkly, his eyes fixed on the child.
I’ve changed… you’re not gonna be able to use me this time.
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face. Oh, really? And what makes you think that?