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#ThespianThursday : #Throwbackthursday of me in character as "Lacey", #backstage during the faith-based production called: 'Can Anything Good Come Out Of Nazareth' by the super talented Kassandra Mills! I loved playing this #streetsmart #character!! Might have to reuse this dress for date night... 😁 #BringingSexyBack 😄 . . . . . . #LaceyNeedsJesus #thespian #cananythinggoodcomeoutofnazareth #ChelsReelLife #TheDallasRedhead #ActingIsLIFE #Actor #play #theatre #actresslife #christianactress #actingforChrist #faithbased #actorslife #tbt #throwback (at Medical City Lewisville Grand Theater) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqNYcdMldAb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=j8wdek1mx6k1
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Happy #thespianthursday. I got inspired to write this monologue because of all of the sudden UFO 🛸 sighting being reported lately. I haven’t acted in a while. It felt good to let loose. 🙂 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . T . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . #timothydark #monologue #aliens #invasion #actor #screenplay #eutrepenuer #drama #indiebusiness #war #ufo #darkseedentertainment #darkdayafternoon #videooftheday #instafamous #indestructiblecharacters #thesearethelastdaysofdark (at Henderson, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/By861nSF_LO/?igshid=1th84wt1hbfpv
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"...as she was very ambitious, burning with an unquenchable desire to bear the name of a queen." . It is never a bad day to visit Lady Macbeth at the @smithsoniannpg. I'm going to be spending a lot of weekends coming up in DC (especially since I nabbed tickets to see @bornsmusic playing at the #allthingsgofallclassic October 6-7) and I can't wait to see what jumps out at my camera in the future visits. . . . . . . . . . #saam #shakespeare #outdamnedspot #sculpture #nationalportraitgallery #conservationcenter #travel #photography #art #getoutandlive #immerseyourselfinbeauty #thespianthursday #ladymacbeth #adventureawaits #artmuseum #artgallery #sonyalpha #adobelightroom #dmvartist #dmvphotographer #thingstodo #washingtondc (at National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution)
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Fans have asked for it, and now you have a chance to see this hilarious show 8 times!!! June 1st - 17th at THE ROGUE MACHINE MET THEATRE in LOS ANGELES. @roguemachinetheatre 714.690.2900 TICKETS: $20 Click the link in our bio for tickets & all other information. Starring: @dorian_tayler @paulgreencomedy @jeremylaramie #thespianthursday #phantomprojects #losangeles #lathtr (at Rogue Machine Theatre)
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Nothing But Trust || Lorraine ✗ Kahi || Purge!AU
The sky has shifted from watery blue to an ominous shade of indigo, hovering the sky like a cape thrown over the light. There isn’t anything particular in the natural occurrence if not considering the date this night had come to. There are few minutes left on the clock, a lot of seconds left to tick off but everyone’s in haste – too hasty that there was barely a transition from day to night. Darkness consumed the sky and the city sitting below it easily, as though it was only meant to devour it.
The atmosphere did so little to calm the already brewing anxiety from her within. Lorraine witnesses how the city succumbed to the night, how people surrender easily at the gloom it bequeaths, all the more igniting her anxiety. There was a fast beating of her heart, too fast that it easily transcends the continuous ticking of the clock, running its way to reach the given time. She shifts along the entrance, her hand phone continuously being tapped, brought to her ear, and tapped once more but her line could not connect through. It is one fact that the whole city closed down, one fact that it’s already 6:45PM and another to have Casper away from her side.
It wasn’t any grand celebration that urges their togetherness, but it is of the opposite. She realized, after losing Eugene 3 years ago, that one must keep their loved ones at their side during this critical time in order to survive. It was enough that her mother was taken and Eugene came following after. It has brought too much devastation on the house of Lee. The death of their mother was the start of their destruction, and she’d never let it continue to wreck everything that’s left - including her. That started her conviction to protect her family at all cost. Lorraine would never allow Samantha, even Casper, and everyone relevant to be out of her sight on the following 12 hours- the worst time of their yearly lives.
Deep within she could feel her core thundering and it wouldn’t resolve. It frightens her even that she feels this severe uneasiness. The terrifying voice broke out the entire city, followed by the dreaded silence, and Casper still wasn’t anywhere near. Metal bars slowly descended down, as it is programmed to do so, effectively barricading the complex from any intruders. Lorraine shifts around her place, continuously pounding on her phone while scanning the vicinity to seek even his shadow, but there was no trace of Casper. Dread came too easily upon seeing the whole apartment complex locked, knowing that it would not open until the horrific 12-hours have passed. And it infuriates her even more that the connection would not get through. Not even hearing anything from him unsettles her more.
A short sound notifies that a message had finally got through.
But never did it pacified her.
Upon the knowledge that he is stuck outside in the middle of a high way, it is as though he surrenders himself entirely under the mercy of a sick law implemented by a sicker regime. He says not to worry, but his words don’t suffice at this time. She trusts him, but not the circumstance that they are in. He had promised to come in. He had promised to stay by her side. She promised she’d protect him in any way she can. Oh, even the thought of him being in danger renders her sick to the core. No. She could not settle going back to her place, to ensure her safety was the least of her priority. She has Samantha in, leisurely waiting for her upstairs, and even Kahi who had gave her a taunting glare as she passed by to enter the building few moments prior. Casper was the only one left.
A series of worrisome minutes fled quickly, with Lorraine sending him messages every chance she gets, pleading him to come, to stay safe, and all the irrelevance spoken by her panic. She sent anything, anything, and everything. They were too many she already lost count. Anxiety consumes half of her energy and she surrenders her body on the couch in the lounge, void of any illumination except that of coming from her phone. The screen dimmed itself after a few seconds of inactivity wherein her fingers were too numb to press anything, but it lit up again, the ring echoed clear in her ear.
“Stay safe Lorraine. I’ll find my way. Please. Go to the tenth. Bring Kahi with you. I’ll meet you there. I promise. Don’t worry about me.”
She believes him, trusts him more than anything and it is in the trust that she can only rely now. Surrendering to his will, she led herself towards the elevator, pressing the 6th button. The door closes, and from behind came the shadows that fluidly move along with the darkness. As her feet landed and left the elevator, it shut itself down, the sound of electricity severed down welcomed her, followed by a series of chaotic sounds that came after. Shatters of broken glass could be heard, a screeching sound signals the system alarm being activated, and sequence of loud screams came rushing to her ears – a frenzied symphony that signals the start of hysteria – right at the very place they deemed safe.
Reflexes were fast together with her instinct, her feet moved along with her body, rushing from where she stood to run towards the fifth unit to the right of the hallway, pounding her now pale fists on the door and leaving the intercom unnoticed.
“Kahi. Kahi-ah! Open the door! Kahi-ah!”
Yet no matter how loud her frantic voice and excessive knocking were, her efforts remained futile as she is responded with nothing from the other end.
Immediately snatching her phone from the inside of her back pocket, she attempts a call, and thank God, oh thank God, it came through.
Lorraine did not waste any second to hear her speak.
"Kim Kahi! Where the hell are you?!”
#TeamSeoul#ThespianThursday#TS:event001#th:purge#purge!au#ratheryoudiethani#KimKahi#;nothingbuttrust#;para
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this is the day we kill || isaac + samantha | purge!au
"Samantha!" Lorraine shouted before barging into her room. "Jesus, Sam! Didn't you hear?? Some gang or, I dunno barged into the complex..." Reality pulled her back from the drain and the security alarm of their complex was activated. In fact, it had been for a few seconds already. In terror, she automatically placed both of her hands to cover her ears and went under her bed. "Lorraine! What is happening??" she clamored in between the noises. "Lorraine, make it stop!" She closed her eyes for a few seconds, hoping that this was all happening in her head but when she opened them again, the alarms were still on. "Lorraine! Lorraine!" she called for her sister repeatedly but no one answered. Samantha peeked her head out from the bed and seeing that it was only her inside the room, she got off under completely and went towards her study to look for her phone. She muddled through her stuff until she found her phone to call her sister.
"Lorraine, where the hell are you? Wh-why are they shouting??" At the background, she could hear shouts, glasses breaking. "Come back here!" she pleaded in frenzy yet all she heard from her sister was, "Stay inside our unit. No ifs, no buts," and then she was gone from the other line. Damn, it's that Casper again, isn't it? Samantha provokingly threw her phone on the ground. Now what was she supposed to do? Just wait till she comes? What if the purgers come at their door and the security of their unit wasn't enough at all?
Wait- Isaac..
The name foreboded her mind. It was just last week when they had an agreement and maybe-- it all made sense now. Of course, Kris was still guiding her though he isn't anywhere around. Samantha silently thanked her friend, picking up her phone to dial Isaac's number while she looked through her closet, into the most bottom part to find her gun. She was supposed to use it in emergency cases like this. Yes, she'd be safe. She just had to make sure that he'd be beside her during the hours. But why isn't he answering?
"Damn it, Isaac. Answer the fucking phone."
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►► Sᴇᴛ Fʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ!ᴀᴜ {Nᴀᴏᴍι ᴀɴᴅ Tᴀᴏ}
It hasn’t been that long… right?
The dim lights weren’t enough to illuminate the scene from below as she stood from her window, the tall glass allows her to view the city as it is from the 8th floor . There were little to few stores that were open, some people walking through the dark streets, either of brave souls or of corrupted minds. Who would actually dare to step out of their home during the purge? None who wants to live will. Only those who seek for themselves - for their own motives, for their own damnation.
Ever since that year, she promised herself she would spend the gruesome 12-hour in peace. Whatever means, she should. There was nothing that could stop her from doing so. She had enough on the last purge, one that ultimately steered her wheel the wrong way, which lead her to where she is right now. At the unit of the 8th floor of such luxurious apartment complex. She remembers exactly when she had first laid her eyes on this place. Exactly one year ago. Walking hand in hand on the lobby, the key twirling on the playful hands of Minwoo as he, with much excitement, wanted to take a look at the place. ‘Does it have to be this day?’ Naomi remembers how she wanted to drag him back, checking her wristwatch from time to time. ‘It’s now or never.’ A smile draws in his face. Expectant. The furnished unit fit for a pair living together, nothing was changed. The curtain still hangs heavily, the small dining table with two chairs sits at the same place. The single master bedroom had its same look as before. A home that could have been filled with memories – the 365 days that were snatched right in front of them – of her.
The whistling sound of the coffee maker awakens her from her thoughts. She withdraws a pink mug from the cupboard, leaving the blue one behind, and there she pours herself a cup of the black coffee, the bitter aroma surrounded the entirety of her small place. It was enough to wake her from her senses. The invigorating taste of it lingers in her tongue as she takes a sip, and she is feeling more determined to go through the following hours – whatever may happen.
She carries the cup with her, and leaves it on the coffee table as she lay on the couch. The television screen remained black, and it is where she directed her stare. A reflection of herself cascades through the big screen, a face vacant of any expressions. Clearing her mind was for a moment was getting harder and harder and she had found herself more distracted. She could almost see her head above his lap, her hair being tenderly brushed by his caring fingers. She could almost see the blue mug sitting aside the pink one, both left untouched as they would most probably rather be drunk with each other on such night. Almost.
There wasn’t a moment to clear herself. His voice rang, a remnant of his memory retained through her phone, echoing in her silence. A message was waiting for her, and she slides her fingers, touching the cold screen of her phone as it lit up. The words never registered, but the thoughts remained, and what the message meant carved deep in her, that her lips formed something poignant despite its upward curve.
As if on cue, a series of noise emerged through – of glasses clattering, metals crushing, massive explosions, of low groans and guttural screams.
Naomi lifts herself to sit, legs crossed, and she took the coffee in one shot.
It is going to be a long night. But it will set her free.
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✙ Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ Sᴏᴜʟ | ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ!ᴀᴜ
Rain poured relentlessly as soon as the sirens blared in the streets, concluding the most brutal of punishments the government has ever ratified. He could feel her withering away as she lay in his arms, warmth and color leaving her skin with every second they spent waiting for the help that he knew, for certain now, will never (and did not) come. The sound of weapons being dropped, magazines hitting the puddled asphalt, the rhythmic beat of fleeing participants felt like hard slaps on his face as her hand clutched at the sleeves of his shirt. "S-someone... anyone... where the fu..." White puffs slip pass his lips as he breathed, panic began to make its way to the surface. He knew it was drawn all over his face, more so when her grip tightened. It was like a gesture warning him that it was over. For good, this time around.
"Vic, the others are coming, you got to stay awake, okay, baby?" He whispered, eyes staring lovingly at hers as he stroked her cold kissed cheeks. Bitter tears, stream down his cheeks with the rain when she smiled and closed her eyes. Not a word was spoken, not even a good bye... He basked in the scent of pungent iron and gunpowder, fingers throbbing against her lifeless body. The burning sensation on his skin growing stronger by the second.
"Yah, Huang Zitao..."
"This is the fourth one, Tao. You should stop before you get killed."
Tao began to eat unfazed, turning to Kris with passive eyes as he chewed, reaching out for the package with one hand and sliding it over to his side. He tore his gaze from the older male and turned his body away. He knew Kris would get a hint, he is a Psychology major after all. And if he didn't, all that risk he underwent by purging for the rich kids uptown to pay for college would be for nothing. "I get a feeling I'll die this time too so don't worry."He said as a matter of fact, drawing horror on his friend's face as he took a couple of steps back. This year, I'll die with your gun in my hand, Yifan ge. How's that for guilt trip? You let her die because you got scared to drive back. You let your sister die. The words were stuck at this throat, even after four years, that's where they remained. But he knew that every year, Kris grew more and more paranoid about what he was going to do next. Tao liked knowing that Wu Yifan fears that perhaps on that year's purge, he might just come bursting into their house to call it even.
With the silence that followed, he heard the slow and hesitant steps of Wu Yifan leave the store and he was left to eat his meal in peace.
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Half an hour into the Purge, an explosion resonated in the halls of Seoul Terraces Apartment Complex. A large group of people purging had broke into the building using illegal explosives. The residents were rendered defenseless as it was an unforeseen event due to the landlord's carelessness and the use of prohibited devices. It is now up to the residents to survive the next most terrifying eleven hours until the Purge ends.
As far as surveillance is concerned, there are seven residents who remained alive: Adrian (Room 101), Isaac (Room 602), Kahi, Tao (Room 605), Naomi (Room 809), Lorraine & Samantha (10th Floor).
Can they survive?
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#TimoteoThursday becomes #ThespianThursday on a Sunday Morning. . #timothydark #thespian #bad #telegraph #white #black #videoftheday #instafamous #poem #darkseedentertainment #indestructiblecharacters #thesearethelastdaysofdark (at YOTEL New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqBzVzxF0RZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lbntvsg9bgwg
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Something Happens | Purge!AU
The mirror reflected that of disharmony between herself and reflection. She looked good. She always looked good in the eyes of people. Earlier this morning, she convinced her father enough that he signed off a little earlier on skype. Didn't even wait for the eldest daughter, Lorraine. So much for trying to redeem himself as a good father.
Samantha got off the vanity set when she felt faint, yet it was too late. She has arrived already.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes widened in fear. Of all the time she could see her derisive look, now's not the perfect time. Not when the purge is starting in a few hours.
"I don't want you here. I told you I am moving on. Please let me be," Samantha pleaded to the reflection for when she comes, nothing good ever happens.
"Princess, you must avenge for me. It's the perfect time of the year."
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There She Goes | Purge!AU
Tick tock goes the clock.
A foreboding silence ensues. Atypical of any other day.
A familiar silence that almost consumes her.
And in silence she drenched herself in.
Bed.
The crumples of the cloth on the unmade one.
The entirety of it renders her empty, all night.
Closet.
Closed, concealed from her own view.
Its stillness disguised the recognizable.
Mirror.
A beauty in vain.
A hollow visage but never vacuous.
Her reflection paints a face of wondrous abstract of brewed emotions.
All shades of black, grey and white.
A contrast to the pieces of clothing patched on her body. Colorful. Vibrant.
And to finish it off, she pulls the corner of her cherry tainted lips in a smile befitting of her guise.
"It's going to be a good day, right?" He says.
A good day, now it will be. She says.
Tick tock goes the clock.
Here I go.
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A war between South Korea and North Korea commenced on 2017, rendering the military defenses of both nations weakened. The United of America took advantage of such circumstances and managed to gain control of the Land of the Morning Calm. It was controlled under a strict totalitarian rule and all other political movements have been shut down by the US government. However, the unemployment and crime rate has been reduced to only 2% and the economy is at an all time high.
After the 30th constitutional amendment was ratified in 2020, the annual Purge was created. It is an even occurring every year from 7:00 PM on September 5th till 7:00 AM on September 6th. During that time, any known crime is legal, and all services (police, fire department, hospitals and emergency rooms) are closed.
The Purge, however, has only two rules: (1) no government official holding Rank 10 or higher is to be murdered, harmed, or brought to harm in any case & (2) weapons above Class 4 are forbidden, meaning that destructive devices (e.g. rocket launchers, grenades, bombs or missiles) and explosive materials are excluded from the Purge. Anyone who doesn't follow these rules will be executed.
Citizens are allowed to purchase necessary items and barricade themselves in their homes. Large buildings are supervised by the landlord who himself locks the building and all the exits.
The sound of the siren commences the beginning of the Purge.
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📽🎞 #ThespianThursday 🎬🎥 ☆▪☆▪☆ How You Livin' Life Loves?!? I am so excited to share with you the new film I will be in called "Stop Playing With God"! 🤗🎉🎊 Y'all, when I tell you that this faith-based thriller will be Lit, it is going to be a WHOLE VIBE, Okuurrr! 😉 I play the role of Sexytary....umm...I meant Secretary Donna 👄& look forward to bring her to the big screen! I am so proud, blessed, grateful & thankful to get to work with @psalmistkassandra of Go Productions and an extremely talented cast to bring this story to life!! See you on set! 🎬 XO ~Chel 😘 . . . . . . . . . . #Film #movie #dallasactress #TheDallasRedhead #actorslife #GoProductions #christianactor #ChelsReelLife #influencer #dallasfilm #blackfilms #dallasactor #actresslife #actor #filmactor #filmactors #thriller #christianfilm #blackfilmmakers #onset #actorsofinstagram #dallasactor #acting #faithfilms #faithbased #thespian #dallas #DaughterOfTheKing #newmovie #filming (at Dallas, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGFL4rPHGb1/?igshid=19osw6jj80vpz
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Thank you @secondcityhollywood! . . . #TBT #WeBeFunny🤣 #SketchComedyShow #SketchComedy #StageShow #Theatre #TheatreLife #Thespian #ThespianThursday #Actor #ActorsLife🎭 #Comedian #Comedy #SecondCityHollywood #SecondCityFamily #Dancing #Singing #MusicalTheatre #Show #Comic #FunnyGuy #TeamStarQualityForever🌠 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsxJBtsBXa0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zr04jgcsah9o
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