Results 1 to 3 of 3

Thread: There is a Madness to My Method (MatineeShipping)

  1. #1
    Join Date
    Jan 2009
    Location
    IL
    Posts
    3,130

    Default There is a Madness to My Method (MatineeShipping)

    Rating: PG-13
    Fandom: Pokemon
    Genre: Comedy
    Status: Complete
    Pairing: MatineeShipping (Rosa/Sabrina)
    Notes: This was a dare given to me by darklord18. It was supposed to be a drabble dare, but I kinda overdid it, so it's a oneshot instead. Also, this is silly and cracky so don't take it too too seriously.

    Also posted on my fanfiction.net and deviantArt accounts.

    Summary: Sabrina goes a bit too far with her character as she and Rosa shoot "Mystery Doors of the Magical Land." The director doesn't mind one bit.



    There is a Madness to My Method

    Rosa withdrew a paper cone, now filled with chilled water from the cooler, and tilted it up to her lips, careful not to spill anything on the elaborate, over-ruffled and itchy as hell costume she was wearing. After she’d emptied the cup, she crumpled it in her hand and threw it into the garbage can with a sigh. She knew that this break wouldn’t be nearly long enough, and soon she’d be ordered back on the green screen to spout lines that she’d barely had a chance to memorize; have to talk to a man in a ridiculous green motion capture suit as though he was an even more ridiculous giant plush toy; and be told that she wasn’t emoting hard enough.

    She leaned downwards towards one of the many chairs in the break room and attempted, with some difficulty, to sit down. Every time she tried, though, the rounded structure of her skirt struggled against the act. Finally she gave up on getting off her feet altogether and simply leaned against the wall.

    She took off the little crown on her head for a moment and rubbed the sore area where the metal had rubbed against her scalp. It was funny; playing a princess had seemed so much more alluring before she’d actually put the costume on.

    This whole thing had seemed more alluring before she’d actually gotten into it, for that matter. When you’re camping out in the middle of the forest and cooking your own meals by campfire… well, the glamorous life of a movie star just seems so much better.

    But then she’d come to find out how much hard work it was and suddenly getting back on the road didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. This film was way more exhausting then the last two ones she’d shot—perhaps because this director was so convinced that she was filming art. But even on the easier shoots it had wound up being much more complicated and tedious a process than Rosa had originally thought. A lot of it was just doing the same scenes over and over and over again until the words seemed to lose all meaning. What’s more, they even had to do scenes out of order which made it a pain to keep track of the story and figure out what mindset her character should be in. And for all that work to ultimately be in the service of just a fun little story about a princess in a fantasy setting? It just didn’t seem worth it.

    And she hadn’t even worked on the really hard scenes of the movie—called Magical Mystery Door or something stupid-sounding like that—because the bulk of her scenes would be filmed with Sabrina, who hadn’t been scheduled to be on-set in the morning. She really had no clue what to expect from Sabrina—a gym leader, an accomplished psychic, and an actress? Where did the woman find the time?

    “Come away, my dear,” a voice recited. There was a certain poetic quality to the tone, but also an edge… a something that warned of a threat beyond the invitation. “Come away to my magical world.”

    Rosa slowly turned her head toward the source of the voice.

    There she was—Kanto’s renowned and mysterious gym leader, decked out in her Spiritomb of Halloween best. She leaned dramatically against the door like some kind of occult femme fatale, her eyes dyed an iridescent red by contacts that matched the paint-tipped edges of the black feathered fan she was waving. Her dress was grey, a few shades from black, and trimmed with purple accents on the collar and across one sleeve.

    It looked like she’d been practically sewn into the outfit, and as the gym leader strutted further into the break room, it was clear to Rosa that Sabrina’s hips did not, in fact, lie. Whatever that meant.

    “Hi Sabrina,” was all Rosa could say in response to that otherworldly introduction.

    Sabrina seemed undeterred by this, letting go of her fan and allowing her psychic powers continue to move it back and forth for her. “I’m not Sabrina, princess,” she said seriously. “You will address me as Magical Queen Bellelba—and you will be glad of the honor.”

    “Umm… okay?” Rosa responded, raising her eyebrows.

    Sabrina (who would prefer at this moment to be known as Magical Queen Bellelba) glided over to Rosa and slid her index finger up the trainer’s neck, turning her chin upward to look directly at her. “So young—so full of vibrant energy,” she observed. “That energy will make me all the more beautiful and powerful as I absorb it,” she predicted rapturously. “And then,” she whispered, moving so her lips were just inches away from the faux-princess, “you will be my slave.”

    Rosa eyes widened as her head tilted very definitely away from her fellow actress. She was now painfully aware that Sabrina’s lunch had involved onions. She really hadn’t wanted this information.

    She took several side-steps away from Sabrina. “What,” she began slowly, unable to take her eyes off the witchy woman, “the hell?”

    “Oh, do not mind Sabrina,” a heavily-accented voice echoed into the room as the director appeared in the room with an expensive cup of coffee in hand. “She ees ah, ‘ow you say?” she explained, gesturing with the hand that wasn’t holding coffee, “a method-actor.”

    “A what?” Rosa asked, still looking suspiciously at Sabrina, whose unearthly red-eyes had turned to acknowledge the director.

    “She ‘as been going deep in-character for ze last several months to prepare for ze role,” the director went on, setting herself down at the table and taking the master script out of her designer purse. “While she ees in ze costume, zere ees no more Sabrina—zere ees only Bellelba.” She looked up sharply at Rosa. “You could learn from her example, my dear. Eet might help you to perform eh… less badly,” she offered in a way that she probably thought of as tactful.

    Rosa put her hands on her hips and glared over at the director. “So that’s supposed to be a reasonable excuse for being all creepy at people?” she demanded. “What if I went all over the place acting like a selfish, spoiled brat and claimed that it was okay because it was just my character that was doing it?”

    “I thought zat was what you were already doing,” the director commented lightly, paying more attention to her script than her ingénue.

    “Yes,” Sabrina-Bellelba dived into the conversation dramatically as Rosa turned a sour face on the director, “you are a selfish, foolish child now… but soon against my charms and enchantments your proud spirit will crumble. You will try, at first, to escape my magical world, but soon you will give your life, your love and your all to Bellelba!”

    “What?” Rosa asked flatly.

    “Psychics can get a leetle… over involved,” the director said with a shrug. “She ‘as spent a leetle too much time immersed in the role. She ees, ‘ow you say? Cuckoo bananas.”

    “Whereas, I,” Sabrina continued as though she hadn’t heard either of them, “shall become entranced by your strong will and your innocent heart and begin to feel the pinpricks of guilt for taking you under my control and dampening the brilliant spark of your true self, and for the pain and suffering I’ve wrought upon your world to maintain my power… and in your love,” she wound down her speech with a declamatory gesture, “I, Bellelba, will finally reclaim my humanity.”

    “…What’s all this about my love?” Rosa demanded.

    “Zat’s not in ze script…” the director said, narrowing her exquisitely maintained eyebrows in concern. “…But I like eet!” she concluded, her expression snapping to a smile.

    “Excuse me?!” Rosa exclaimed, whipping her head around to look at the director.

    “Just imagine it!” the director said, getting up and making a rectangular viewfinder of her two hands and peering at Sabrina and Rosa through her fingers. “A determined young princesses, ze captive of an older—”

    “But still cute,” Sabrina interrupted.

    “But still cute witch,” the director nodded. “Ze princess wants to escape, but zere is an attraction zere, and ze witch also feels it too.” She clasped her hands together excitedly. “Emotional manipulation! Psychological exploration! Romance! A parable of womanhood! Ze fate of zis world and ze magical one!”

    “That sounds messed up,” Rosa commented, jaw hanging open. “I did not sign up for this.”

    “I predict it will be the darling of art houses across Unova and beyond,” Sabrina prognosticated, holding two fingers to her forehead.

    “Zink of ze set pieces!” the director gushed. “Ze stirring emotions! Ze grand awards! Ze tastefully handled sex scenes!”

    “The what?

    “Oh dear,” the director turned to Rosa, sounding slightly worried. “You are of age, aren’t you my darling?”

    “Yes, but shouldn’t you have known that before you started talking about sex scenes?!” Rosa asked, fists clenched in front of her

    Tasteful sex scenes,” the director corrected, as though this made a difference. “And do not blame me, my dear. Art knows no age.”

    Rosa crossed her arms and decided to shut down this terrible idea before it started. “My contract says no nudity,” she informed them.

    There was a stumped silence for a moment in which neither Sabrina nor the director said anything. Finally, Sabrina commented in a glum voice: “This could be a problem.”

    “Ees zis completely nonnegotiable, darling?” the director implored Rosa. “Could you not be just a leetle topless?”

    “A little topless?” Rosa repeated, dumbfounded. “How can a person be a little topless? You’re either topless or you’re not!” she concluded, hugging her arms protectively over her chest.

    “If it would make you feel better, I could be topless too,” Sabrina offered in an I-sincerely-think-I’m-helping tone.

    “That would not make me feel better!” Rosa exploded.

    “But it ees for ze art, no?” the director tried. “Do you not want to be part of zis avant-garde masterpiece waiting to be born?”

    Rosa hesitated. Maybe… maybe it was because working with a director who had vision to create something new and strange—something that had meaning to it, even if that meaning missed its mark in the final cut—ultimately felt more worth the effort than just making some kitschy little fairytale about a princess in a magical world that made her think it; or maybe it was just that the madness of Sabrina’s method was contagious. Either way, she found herself asking: “Just how… just how tasteful would the sex scenes be?”

    “Ne vous inquiétez pas!” the director said with a grin. “Ze tastefullest!”
    Last edited by Skiyomi; 16th April 2014 at 5:13 PM.

  2. #2
    Join Date
    Sep 2012
    Location
    Currently in the 3rd dimension
    Posts
    89

    Default

    Okay, firstly, great job. I'm not sure if this really qualifies as a "shipping" fic since genuine romance isn't a factor for the relationship of interest for either party (Rosa has no intentions of falling in love, and Sabrina's just playing a role). Maybe that's just me, though. I don't write/read shipping fics, so maybe there's some leniency to what qualifies.

    I like the director. I've played the games, so I know which one you were imitating. It's hard trying to figure out which words get z's and apostrophes and still leave the sentences intact. So in that sense, I think you did a great job writing her lines.

    Another thing I liked was Rosa's reasons for choosing stardom. It plays out like a small town hillbilly hick suddenly being "found" by a talent agent and making it big in the city, only to find that they miss the simpler life. Only here, it's "roughing it in the wild and suddenly being promised money and fame and not sleeping on the dirt." But she started her journey wanting to be a Pokémon trainer, so maybe she's starting to realize that she's been sidetracked (like me when I first came to Pokéwood in the games and spent several hours doing every movie possible and forgot about the whole "trainer" and "catching" thing)?

    For a short story, the pacing is fine. It doesn't feel like it cuts off too soon or drags anywhere. The writing felt like a good balance between being concise and using some more descriptive words to describe things. There didn't seem to be any issues of spelling or grammar that I noticed. All in all, it was a good, short read that conveyed what it wanted to.

    Credit for picture: "Emma" (littlebuster-k2); Credit for signature: 9dragonsbreed
    So you should expect the truth from me. Only, you shouldn't expect it to be the truth you assumed.
    Oh yes, and you should read my story Happenings Between Goals.

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Jan 2009
    Location
    IL
    Posts
    3,130

    Default

    Thanks! Yeah, I'd classify this as shipping. It's not pure and unadulterated romance, but it's primarily relationship-oriented, and I'd say Sabrina isn't "just" playing a role, but is instead using her method acting as an excuse to perv on her co-star, so the actions are intentional "flirting" on her part.

    The director was my favorite part about writing this. Her accent was a bit of a pain to get down, but I think it was worth it.

    Ha! I went through the exact same experience with the game.

    Thank you!

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •