[for once, there aren't any strings. if anything, hawk knows he needs to cover his own goddamn ass because a fuck-up this severe could have embry walking at any moment - and well within reason. that's not the way this was supposed to go, and the fact that this happened under his watch? totally fucking unacceptable. but hawk's also not a completely heartless bastard who's going to prioritize getting one shot over someoneβs safety - even if their track record is less than stellar around these parts. embry is clearly shaken by the ordeal, maybe moreso than he'd expect from some run of the mill crazed fan or a paparazzo going to extreme lengths for the right shot- and he's got this nagging feeling as he watches his star clam up that there is more to this whole story than he's getting. the question is how to coax him open without prying, to pluck out the pearl of his trust with expertise and a finely honed craft over blunt force.
hawk absently tosses the bottom half of the fire alarm on top of his desk with a clatter, listening to the half answers which aren't good enough by a long shot. that there's a question whether security even got this man doesn't bode well, and he fixes embry with a long, unreadable look over the cigarette dangling in his mouth when his phone vibrates in quick succession with a few updates from tim.
man got away - ran through the set and jumped a side fence. no one saw his face, but he may have used a uniform to get by. i've set up meetings with head of security and everyone near embry's trailer and the gate staff to target the breach.
speaking of embry's trailer - it's a mess. we'll need the day to get it cleaned up.
medic is on the way - eta 10 minutes.
should i tell production to close up for the day, sir?
none of it is good news, really, and he taps out a few affirmatives to interviewing staff, closing up, and waiting on the medic. but he does tell them to hold off on embry's trailer. the question is how to break all of this gently so he doesn't spook, or worse - shut him out even further.]
I'm going to get to the bottom of this. I promise. But I think - and you get a say too, obviously - that we'd better move your trailer.
[before there's any protest, which he's somewhat expecting, hawk holds up a hand and shakes his head.]
I know it's gonna be a pain in the ass moving you out this way. Go ahead and get the complaints out now. You're not being punished, if that's what you're thinking, but I'd rather be close if it's all the same to you.
[it's not entirely negotiable, but the illusion of choice is probably better.]
Production's shut down for the rest of the day on my orders. Maybe tomorrow, if that's what it takes. Until we get a better picture of what happened, I don't want you anywhere near this.
[hawk's gaze drops to the way his fingertips trace over the embroidery of his name, noting how striking that shade of red is against his skin. it should be a goddamn sin that even partway beat to shit with his hair tousled and blood drying at the corner of his nose, embry still looks achingly gorgeous. hawk is a man with eyes, after all, and it's not like embry made a career of being bad to look at. there's a wry smirk as he blows smoke out of his mouth, teeth keeping the cigarette perched between his lips.]
Sit back down and stay awhile. Medic is almost here, and they'll get you cleaned up. If the bruising's in bad shape, we'll rearrange the schedule and shoot the apartment fight instead. Set's already halfway built.
Easy peasy.
[no strings. no hidden favors. hawkins fuller isn't like the other men in hollywood, and he's made a name for himself on that. it's the question that has his brows lifting in surprise, not even realizing embry would have noticed or cared. normally he'd have to have teeth pulled for it, but it seems like a peace offering he can give.]
no subject
hawk absently tosses the bottom half of the fire alarm on top of his desk with a clatter, listening to the half answers which aren't good enough by a long shot. that there's a question whether security even got this man doesn't bode well, and he fixes embry with a long, unreadable look over the cigarette dangling in his mouth when his phone vibrates in quick succession with a few updates from tim.
man got away - ran through the set and jumped a side fence. no one saw his face, but he may have used a uniform to get by. i've set up meetings with head of security and everyone near embry's trailer and the gate staff to target the breach.
speaking of embry's trailer - it's a mess. we'll need the day to get it cleaned up.
medic is on the way - eta 10 minutes.
should i tell production to close up for the day, sir?
none of it is good news, really, and he taps out a few affirmatives to interviewing staff, closing up, and waiting on the medic. but he does tell them to hold off on embry's trailer. the question is how to break all of this gently so he doesn't spook, or worse - shut him out even further.]
I'm going to get to the bottom of this. I promise. But I think - and you get a say too, obviously - that we'd better move your trailer.
[before there's any protest, which he's somewhat expecting, hawk holds up a hand and shakes his head.]
I know it's gonna be a pain in the ass moving you out this way. Go ahead and get the complaints out now. You're not being punished, if that's what you're thinking, but I'd rather be close if it's all the same to you.
[it's not entirely negotiable, but the illusion of choice is probably better.]
Production's shut down for the rest of the day on my orders. Maybe tomorrow, if that's what it takes. Until we get a better picture of what happened, I don't want you anywhere near this.
[hawk's gaze drops to the way his fingertips trace over the embroidery of his name, noting how striking that shade of red is against his skin. it should be a goddamn sin that even partway beat to shit with his hair tousled and blood drying at the corner of his nose, embry still looks achingly gorgeous. hawk is a man with eyes, after all, and it's not like embry made a career of being bad to look at. there's a wry smirk as he blows smoke out of his mouth, teeth keeping the cigarette perched between his lips.]
Sit back down and stay awhile. Medic is almost here, and they'll get you cleaned up. If the bruising's in bad shape, we'll rearrange the schedule and shoot the apartment fight instead. Set's already halfway built.
Easy peasy.
[no strings. no hidden favors. hawkins fuller isn't like the other men in hollywood, and he's made a name for himself on that. it's the question that has his brows lifting in surprise, not even realizing embry would have noticed or cared. normally he'd have to have teeth pulled for it, but it seems like a peace offering he can give.]
Zebediah. Go on and laugh.