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Nov 14, 2014 04:21PM
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Question are you a fan of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
>~< I haven't read the book yet. But I've seen the movie a few times.
Haha yes I just watched it a few weeks ago for around the third or fifth time.
Well heres my plot and I love it cause it's very story heavy as well as lets you learn to play multiple characters The year is 1932, America has entered a deep depression from the Stock Market crash of 1929, the parties of endless booze and merriment are all a distant memory. All the guests of those magnificent times, now all lined up for their next meal, a cold bowl of mystery meat soup. In the midst of the gray and the bleak. One man truly sees the hope. The young millionaire Jay Gatsby, who ten years ago survived being shot by a distrait husband George Wilson only to have his dream crash down on him. The girl of his dreams and one true loved finally revealed her true colors and abandoning him when she needed him the most, and came to realize the only one who cared was Nick. Gatsby fell into a deep depression to the point where he almost drank himslef to death, until Nick finally talked since into him. Making Gatsby realize a new dream to get the land back to the days where every day was one big party, and Nick was gonna help him get there. Still holding his grudge Tom Buchanan chooses to run against Gatsby in the ultimate battle between Money and Charm. Behind the scenes a storm of drama brews as well. With Daisy trying to conceal her ten year son from the public, Gatsby trying to keep his past buried and look toward the future, Nick trying to keep the feelings for Gatsby down and still see him as just a friend, Jordan trying to get with nick to get back into the drama she missed so dearly, and Gatsby surviving a man he never should of walked away from. So in the end will Gatsby succeed his dream of repeating America's past or fail and finally have finished what Wilson started....
The Title: Sex, Lies, and The American Dream
Person A- Would play Jay Gatsby, Jordan Baker,Meyer Wolfshiem, and a custom character
Person B- Would play Nick Carraway, Tom Buchanan, Daisy Buchanan, and a custom character
Plus I just love the whole era all together XP at least the way they showed in the movie. Btw what does one even do with daisy .-.
Okie so am I person B? And is something gonna happen with Gatsby and Nick or somethinnnn
Oh yeah ;) Amidst all the other drama
Okie so we don't need to make charies? Just jump in?
Yep there already made... i'm just gonna put up some pictures... plus we gotta make this detailed like advanced :)
I'm thinking Nick should be all confused between Gatsby and Jordan and somehow they all end up together for a little but then Jordan pushes him more towards Gatsby after the two guys have some fight or something :P
Also what's for the custom characters?
Sex, Lies and The American Dream character
Jay Gatsby:
Daisy Buchanan
Nick Carraway
Tom Buchanan
Jordan Baker
Meyer Wolfshiem
Eli Buchanan
Yep and no polygamous relationships Jordan and Gatsby are far too classy for that :P
Haha yeah but just one hook up VERY brief. So for the custom characters any ideas??
Thats completely up to us :) but for me it's going to be Tom's running mate William Dosher, a republican governor running with Tom to try and be vice president
Could I possibly make Eli a friend :P just childish stuff, maybe he could be a worker of the household which is frowned upon by his father and all.And sure!! You wanna start? Are we doing a paragraph per each person.
Yep, not everyone is in each scene which is nice.... Ohh! Pammy Buchanan Eli's older sister!
Eh. True but eh. Psh. True but we'll start with all of them. Can you go first??
No... I took the time to write all that and the pics.. you start
Nick woke up with the sudden urge to see Gatsby, the call to the mans house came more so urgently then yesterday. Ever since the man had been shot he'd been rather distant and somewhere deep inside he couldn't help but to blame himself. He'd been too concerned. He'd called Jay to see how he was holding up... And that one second of distraction was all it took. The only thing that managed to subside his guilt was the fact the man had lived. Sighing he got up from bed slipping on a more so formal suite. Not bothering with tea Nick pulled a hat over his head, taking the path between his and Gatsby's house. The morning air was rather foggy but it did nothing to dispel him. Tom smoked his cigar looking out across the docks towards the mansion across the lake. It was rather large. Certainly nothing compared to his but he couldn't help but to imagine the parties that had once been held there. They seemed to be never ending and filled with life. But now what? His shoulders shook as a deep laugh left his throat. Sighing he stubbed out his cigar before feeling something pulling at his pant leg. Looking down at his son he rose an eyebrow his earlier humor fading as his lips creased downwards. "Pap, are we going out on the boat today." With a disappointed expression Tom looked back over at the mist covered lake. How could his bastard son be so selfish as to ask that? Wasn't it enough he provided for him, certainly he didn't have to do anything more then that. What the kid truly deserved was to be put out on the street, but that would only push Daisy over the edge. "Not today Eli." Grabbing his shoulder he yanked the boy around pushing him towards the direction of the house. "Go see if your mother needs help with anything." Always being one to please Eli nodded his head solemnly and with a grin before running back into the house.
Daisy was assured she'd be spending the day with Jordan, and that there would be no interruptions. She loved her son dearly, but at the age of ten he could certainly be a handful. Sitting by the piano she rested her glass atop the smooth black surface before taking a seat, tucking her dress in underneath her. Gently she ran her fingers over the smooth keys her thoughts turning to Gatsby and her beloved cousin Nick, across the lake. Her heart ached for her old lover but she'd easily put the past behind her for the benefit of herself as well as her two children. What bothered her more so was her cousins distance. Never had she gone so long without talking with him, and due to Tom's house arrest on her she wasn't even allowed to travel across the lake to visit him which made her ever so anxious, especially due to the fact he wasn't at all reaching out towards her.
( First off, beautiful, i'm so glad I chose you to do this with :)
(( :D lol thanks. Can't wait to see where this goes!! ))
( Plus A FEW thing i'd like to point out.. Daisy is actually quite shallow, two because Eli is a bastard child Tom is emotionally abusive to him as well as physical but other then that... PERFECT!)
(( aww Tom's an asshole all around ): and I knew that about Daisy :p just the first post ))
( Alright cool, i'm going just putting ton of detail in :)
(( I made tom an ass :P And I can't wait to see what you post :)!! ))
“I’ll love you forever." Called the disembodied whisper of a beautiful woman. Gatsby had looked around madly for the source of the voice, dashing through the exquisite golden brown leaves, the pleasant fall breeze blowing through his golden blonde hair, giving the man an almost divine feeling he couldn't help but stop and simply take in. After another moment the voice came to him again. "I wish we could of done everything on earth together." This time it was closer and far more precious then he could of hope. Walking closer he could feel the air around him getting lighter , as if the weight of the world was slowly being whittled away laving nothing but the man he was before all this. After rounding another golden aspen tree, Jay found the source of his siren song. The golden girl of his dreams, Daisy Buchanan. Looking as if an angel had flown from heaven and landed on earth. He couldn't believe his eyes as he reached for her. His blue eyes blazing with hope as he was in breathing distance then Daisy, like a mirage in the desert, faded away leaving him alone. " But.. But I thought you loved me." Jay muttered to himself in disbelief. Suddenly there a crack of a leaf. Gatsby, being too caught up in the loss of the stunning illusion, didn't notice. Like a ghost, the grimy dirty man once known as George Wilson stalked up to him like a wolf and his prey, his pale brown eyes covered in murderous rage as he held the gun up to Gatsby and cocked it. With less then a second the blonde turned around to face the man. In a panic, he held up his hands. "Wait old sport I-" Too late, before Gatsby could finish the sentence the gun was fire and he awoke from the dream, drenched in perspiration and fear, being able to calm down when it sunk in that it was all a dream. Jay gave breath of relief, but then again it was a dream and everything really had happened. With a sigh he grabbed the bottle of gin on his night stand and took a fast swig before slamming back down. It was a miracle the table didn't break the bottle. Grabbing his causal brown suit Gatsby began trying to look his old self but it was almost useless. His hair was disheveled, the bags under his eyes had become visible and the 5'o shadow had returned in full force. Otherwise he looked fine. Deciding on he could really care less today, Gatsby threw on his silk green robe and pants under. Grabbing his cane which use to be show but was now for mobility he set on his daily walk around his now lifeless mansion. Once teaming with life was now echoing with the ghost of the wild parties that made him such a star. The Great Gatsby they used to call him, now nothing but a shell of what he used to be.As Gatsby had made his fifth round around his enormous mansion, a long, black, posh limo pulled up in front of it. The first man to get out of it was tall and muscular. The type that could rip your head out if you even looked at him funny. After giving a look around, the man gave a nod of assurance to another man who climbed out of the limo after. This other one had the look of a rat, his face pointed as teeth slightly bucked as with his hooked nose. Almost as if he was a rat, he slinked over to the man limo door and opened it revealing an older man, wearing a gray suit, a salt and pepper beard, a large white fedora, all cometplted by his blood red tie, but what stuck out on his tie even most was the tooth. This was the most powerful kingpin in New York City, Meyer Wolfsheim. Reaching the door, the larger man knocked on it only twice but hard enough to know whatever part in the house Gatsby was in he’d hear it.
“Oh Daisy you’re wasting away to nothing, you simply must eat something.” Exclaimed Jordan as she entered the parlor. Her slim, tall figure being highlighted by her beige dress; Daisy had been so different since the birth of Eli. In fact she had never seen a mother so happy to receive a bastard child before. Oh and how fun were the days of her post-partum depression and the dark family secret that she almost drowned Eli if it wasn’t for the maid saving the poor child he’d be teen feet under. Though after that taste of drama she wanted more but with everything calmed down and the depression gripping the nation. She had no party to go to, no rumor to drink up, and no reason to golf.” Thinks are bad all around dear but doesn’t mean we have to sulk around the mansion like bums.” Jordan suggested, taking a sip of the tea prepared by the maid.
The gates were open. This was a surprise to Nick. In all of his attempts to see Gatsby they'd only been open a few times. And in recent months it became less so. In habit he straightened out his collared shirt before continuing down the drive. His eyes rested on the pool for only a moment as he felt another sudden flash of guilt. If only he'd been there. If only he'd accepted Gatsby's request to go swimming. But never once did he put his life on hold for such frivolous things. He had to work well for his money, and yet that still got him no where. Sure he was living in an adorably cute cottage but he'd always pictures something more grand for his life. And with the short time he spent with Gatsby he'd felt there was a sliver of a chance. But all that hope went away when that day occurred. Now he hadn't seen the man in a long while, and knowing his short temper he felt as if Gatsby wouldn't want to see him. He shouldered all of that behind him today though. Approaching the door he hesitantly stood there before spotting a car pull up in the driveway. For a fraction of a second his heart raced thinking it was the man he was looking for and he descended the stairs. His steps faltered when he saw the large man step out of the car, and then the notorious Wolfshiem stepping out after him. His shoulders tensed as he took a step back. Only having come across the man a few times Nick new well enough to stay away from him, but he was cautious not to make a scene as he moved around slowly so that he was easily hidden behind a pillar. His eyes narrowed as he watched the tall man knock on the door, but he wasn't so interested in this. His attention was on the door. Tom watched the boy walk off, his fingers itching for another cigar. Wringing his fingers through his hair he looked at his own house. He and Daisy had made plans to run after... The incident. But staying in place seemed to be the only option, especially after Gatsby's miraculous recovery. For a few months he'd been worried that the man would come looking around here to get revenge. And it took an awful lot to get another man to back Tom Buchanan into a corner. Even now with the depression he was managing to keep his head above water. In fact, he was using it to his advantage. Play the good guy for the towns people, and maybe get rewarded along the way. Who was he kidding though? There was no maybe about it. He would get rewarded. Leaving the docks he made his way towards the garage.
"Oh," Daisy said peering up from the piano. "I'm fine darling, I've been eating just fine..." The truth was she hadn't been, but she also knew how to easily manipulate her friend into believing her. That's if you considered Jordan a friend. They'd known each other a long time, true, and the woman could be trusted with almost anything, but she lived for gossip and sometimes that wouldn't do. Standing she swerved up her glass of wine before taking the seat beside her and propping her feet into Jordan's lap with a sigh as she leaned her head backwards looking up towards the spiraling ceiling. "But being lazy can be a fun thing." Daisy murmured with a tilt to her voice before she flashed a smile at her friend. There was simply no way she could leave the house without Eli, and even then Tom would be prone to his temperamental nature.
“Just one more round Jay and you’ll have all you need today.” Gatsby said to himself in an actually sad tone as he rounded the corner reaching the large main room. He stopped and once again thought of his parties, the trove of people that spilled through his door just to spend their nights at his grand, seemingly never ending parties, ones that had more glitz and pomp then a single man could ask for in his life time but now that was all dead, his dreams were all but dead, his life was all but dead. With the money that he could toss around like nobodies bussnius was slowly drying up. Not having slinged suds in a few months for Mr. Wolfsheim had really slowed things down but he really didn’t care about Meyer or anybody else really. His whole life he tried to make everyone happy but he was done with it and now Jay looked out for the only person that mattered, him. The sudden knock at the door gave Gatsby a shock to his system and almost near collapse from the gin and tonic he had consumed. Nobody ever came by because he never let people come by. He had spent his whole life and now Jay Gatsby was dead and the man holding the cane and living his house was James Gatz, the poor nobody he tried so had never to be again. Finally reaching the door, it took him a bit to reach it due to the fact the bullet pain tended to send sharp pains when he walked too fast. When he opened it Jay was shocked to see Meyer with his crooked grin still slapped on his face.” Meyer?”Wolfsheim grinned even wider when the door opened but lost it a built when he saw Jay’s state. No longer was he that confidant suave gentleman he trusted so comeptly to handle his affairs and work their deals was now looked like nothing more than a hobo from the gutter,” Jay!” Meyer exclaimed, a little too forceful, to try to sound like he was excited to see his former partner.” How are you, it’s been forever.” Gatsby just shook his head and headed back into his house, motioning for Meyer to follow.” That’s usually what happens when one gets shot Mr. Wolfsheim.” He spat bitterly but still enough to sound semi nice. Wolfsheim grimaced at the condition the house was in, empty plates and bottled skewed all about as well as films of dust in almost every crevice. “The house is… lovely Jay.” Wolfsheim muttered, clearly lying through his teeth as he spoke. Gatsby just shook his head and found a comfortable chair to sit in, a glass of two day old brandy sitting out, he took it and began to drink, he didn’t care.” I know you didn’t come to compliment my home Meyer, just tell me what you want.” The blonde replied tiredly, he wasn’t in the mood for Meyer or anyone really. “Ah, right to bussnius as usual, always liked that about you Jay.” He pointed out as he sat across from him.” Jay, it’s been four months since you’ve came to work; now I’ve been very generous these past months, filling in for you and still sending you a monthly check but I can’t do it all so I came today to ask if you’re coming back anytime soon?” Meyer said in the nicest, most comforting tone he could pull off, in reality this bastard was costing him money with all of his sulking and crying and he wasn’t going to take it. Jay just gave a cold chuckle.” No Meyer, I’ve realized I could care less about the money what’s that going to do? So I’m sorry Meyer but no, I’m not gonna be your poster boy anymore.” Wolfsheim was stunned to say the least and smiled; behind the smile he hid rage that would frighten any man.” Alight Jay, I see you’ve made your choice.” Before Gatsby could do anything Wolfsheim grabbed Gatsby by the collar.” Alright listen to me good you little shit, I found you as a poor nobody who just back from the war, I made you the man you are today and just as I put you in this world, I can take you out... Got it?” Gatsby, realizing Meyer would be doing him a favor just spat in his eye. Pulling a way he just whipped it off and pimp slapped Gatsby causing him to fall hard to the ground with a thud. The rings Meyer wore creating a deep print on his face.” Alright Jay, good day to you just know, if anything happens, you brought it on yourself.” With a tip of his hat he stepped out and into the limo driving out like a bat out of hell and disappeared into the mist.
From his position Nick didn't get a good view of who had opened the door, but watching Wolfshiem walk on in to the mansion made him slightly tense. He stood there for what felt like a good twenty minutes. All he wished to do was return to his cottage. It was stupid to have shown up in the first place, but the brick house of a man that stood by the door was intimidating. And surely he'd have questions for Nick if he was spotted. The only option was to stand there and wait it out. He saw the graying man leave the house with a rather suspicious grin but his brain didn't bother processing it as he watched the limo speed off. Moving from his spot he continued back down the driveway looking over his shoulder at the empty shell of a house. There was a battle waging inside him whether or not he should turn back around. He told himself he couldn't, but his body obviously had other plans as it led him back towards the porch. Nearing the door he paused longer then necessary before knocking. Subconsciously he straightened out his jacket as he waited for a reply; finding it hard to keep himself in one place.
(Sorry I took so long, hope you like the post :/)Gatsby remained on the floor, longer than one should. He began to look slowly around the entrance hall. If only his parents could see their little James now, washed up and nothing but a broken man on an empty mansion's dirty floor, no wife, no money, no nothing, that’s all he was, a worthless little nobody. There little Jimmy, a boy who had dreams that stretched as far as the ocean, and lye deeper than the darkest trench. Pathetic, he thought as he finally straightened himself up. The stinging pain of the rings finally reaching his face,” Aw” Gatsby flinched as one touch on his marks sent a sharp pain through him to drop his cane to the floor with a thud. The blonde just gave a sigh then grabbed his flask and took a reliving drink, the once bitter drink was now an ambrosia to him as it helped him forget the amazing man he used to be and dreams he once had, he wasn’t that that man anymore. He wasn’t Jay Gatsby, mysterious millionaire of West Egg, host of some of the most amazing parties that put many to shame, those days were long dead. Now he could call himself the name he was given at birth, James Gatz, with just one look in the mirror he knew that Jay Gatsby was dead and James Gatz was here to stay. James had stared in the mirror for a few moments longer before another knock was heard at the door. Debating on answering it, the shooting pain in his cheek a painful remainder of the last time he let someone into his home. Reaching the door he gave a defeated sigh, if it was Meyer coming back to end him it would be welcome as there was nothing left for him here. Turning the handle he was shocked to see Nick, the only true friend he had ever truly had.” Oh…hello old sport.” He said through a sad, defeated tone.” I’ts nice to see you, how have you been?”
For a few moments Nick allowed himself to pace on the porch, and a few times he'd debated whether or not to leave. The path back home looked rather welcoming, and there was no question of what it held. The same could not be said for the old mansion in front of him. Having stood there for a brutally long two minutes Nick worried the man wouldn't even bother to open the door for him. But then, suddenly, and magically, the door flew open in front of him. Taking a step back he cleared his throat, taking in the man's that stood before him. His shoulders seemed to be slumped, and he didn't have the same air of confidence he once had. The only thing that let on he was Gatsby was his usual old sport, saying, but that was all. Without though Nick entered his house, taking his hat off as he did so. "I've been fine." That was a lie. "And you Jay, how have you been?" He asked, careful to keep his hands on his solid hat. Honestly he was tempted to reach out; make sure Gatsby was real, but that would be silly. His curious eyes met the mans hollow ones and at the same time he wondered whether he'd get an answer he also pondered whether or not he should've left when the opportunity presented itself. But, now inside the house he couldn't help but to let his eyes wander. Dust seemed to coat almost every object in the house, and the open flask laying on one of the tables seemed to be none too promising.
Gatsby gave a tired but dead smile to the brunette; the innocent demeanor Nick always had swirling around him was a breath of fresh air to the corruption James breathed every day and he welcomed it… to some degree of course. “That’s good, old sport… just great.” He tried putting on a smile of his old friend but it quickly flattered and just went back to his one of sadness and despair as he turned into his empty and soulless home. “Sorry for the mess, I just haven’t gotten to cleaning it… no maids and such.” He trailed off as he grabbed his cane once more and gripped it, brushing it over the table to clean the thrall of empty whiskey bottles that fell to the floor with a loud clatter that echoed through the empty mansion. Sitting in his bright red velvet armchair, the man slumped into it as if it was the only comforting thing he had left and took another reliving swig from his almost empty bottle.” But I’m gonna have somebody clean sooner or later… somehow.” He realized without the monthly check form Meyer he had no more disposable income or a means to live. In short, he had no officially lost anything and now had nothing left but to wait till he was ten feet under.” I’m glad old sport, just… glad. Sorry for my leave of absence but…” James really didn’t know how to finish his sentence and just took one finally another swig of his flask.
