A Perfect Passion

Trailer Training Wheels

Trailer Training Wheels is a collaborative venture into the world of short film production using the surprisingly complex format of a film or TV trailer. The group will have sixteen days to write, film, edit etc. a 2-3 minute trailer; a task that will test our existing talents and force us to acquire new ones.

If you would like to be involved in the project please drop me a line at: ralst31@gmail.com and I'll arrange for the skills survey to be passed on to you; don't worry if you don't have any transferable skills at this stage, merely indicate what area you are interested in learning and any talents that you think might come in useful to the group (if you happen to live near the filming location the ability to make a mean bacon butty would be prized above rubies).

The challenge itself will be held between the 28th September and 13th October - sixteen days - with the theme/prompt issued to the group on the morning of the 28th and the finished article expected by no later than 23:59 (BST) on Sunday, 13th October.

It's your chance to spread your creative wings and join the group for its first (of many, I hope) ventures into short film production.
Regina Mills

IDF Feedback

I made the newbie mistake of signing up to the feedback challenge and then forgetting to actually take note of the feedback I gave. So, what you've got here, are the ones I could remember from the day itself and those entries I've given feedback to over the weekend. Therefore, not a full list, but enough to cover what I signed up for... Gosh, long winded, sorry.

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Regina Mills

Friends Cut

I've been meaning to do this for a while...

More than half the people on my f-list neither seem to post or comment, so I'm going to assume they've moved on or we just don't have anything in common any more. So, bye-bye, and best of luck with whatever you're doing.
Regina Mills

FF: Mind Reader

Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Lisbon/Van Pelt

He keeps smirking at me. It started when Van Pelt and Rigsby entered the room and, no matter how much I glare, he won't stop. I know what he's thinking. You don't have to be a mind reader to see the innuendo dancing behind his eyes. One look, that was all it took, and my secret longing was a secret no longer.

God, I hate him sometimes.

He'll say something, of that I'm sure, but he'll wait until we're alone. He might be insufferable, but he's become a good friend, and he wouldn't embarrass me like that in front of my team. But, if he uses his voodoo voice, and tells me to buy Grace roses, I might just have to shoot him on principle.

The smirk falls from Jane's lips and, for just a moment, I think he's turned his thoughts to another, but then he leans in to whisper in my ear, "She prefers lilies."

God, I really hate him sometimes.
Regina Mills

FF: My Hand in Yours

Fandom: Murder in Suburbia
Pairing: Ash/Scribbs
A/N: For the_girl_20

She took my hand. Right there, in front of everyone, she reached down and clasped my hand in hers, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if we'd been holding hands all our lives.

It was then that I looked at them; Sullivan, Gillepsie and the others, waiting for the comments and raised brows, but there was nothing. No shock, no outrage, not even a hint of prurient interest. As if... As if it's the most natural thing in the world for Scribbs to take my hand.

And, maybe it is.
Regina Mills

Drabble: Old School

Fandom: The Facts of Life
Pairing: Jo/Blair
A/N: For trancer21

We came here to say goodbye.

The memories of lives just beginning, blur into the realities of what we left behind. Friendships, so intrinsic, washed away on the tide of years passing. Her reluctant smile, once so real, is transformed into the echo of a daydream, that plagues my perfect life with the ache of what should have been.

As the bulldozers march on Eastland, I look over at her weary face, and wonder what happened to the rebel I once knew. She is a stranger to me know, and with that realisation, I come to understand that it is not these old building to which I owe a farewell, but to Jo and the life we couldn't allowed ourselves to have.