[color=007236][center][h1]Aisik Shomer[/h1][/center][/color]
It took him a while to calm down. He'd already heard three of four other scenes run through to completion as he just sat there. Grabbing a bottle of water, Aisik steeled himself and left the trailer, heading over to the make-up team that respectfully said nothing as they worked to reduce his puffy eyes. Once he was all touched up, he headed back to the director. 

"Aisik! Good to see you back. What happened back there?"

"Just...bad memories coming about at the wrong time," he answered, a sad smile on his face. "But I'm ready to complete the scene."

"Ah," The director waved him off. "No need. We got all the emotions and footage we needed for that part. Head to your second scene at the autoshop class."

"Will do," Aisik replied, giving the man a small salute and jogging to the set right behind the school, where the school's autoshop was.
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[color=ed1c24][center][h1]Mordechai Boaz[/h1][/center][/color]
"Mordechai! You're back too?" Mr. Garnere, the autoshop teacher called out in surprise when he saw the man walking through his garage door. "It seems all you kids are coming back home." His eyes were kind and warm, the deep creases of both frown and laugh lines were filled in with grime from working with the cars, and trying to teach students to as well.

"Hey, Mr. G." Mordechai replied, a sad smile on his face as he gave the dirty man a quick hug. "Yeah, I got the call about Phil. He left me the shop." He didn't try to keep the confusion out of his face as he stared at his old teacher. Him and Mr. Garnere bumped heads over how to run the class, but they'd always gotten along when the teacher came over to the garage for his second job as an actual mechanic. The older man pinned him with a knowing gaze.

"You know that fool loved you like a son." He declared, dropping a hand on the young man's suddenly tensed shoulders. "And I know you didn't have a good Daddy a' yer own," His harsh Boston accent thickened a bit as he spat at the ground in anger. "But that don't mean you didn't have no strong male figures in your life."

"Yeah...yeah I guess you're right. Phil was always really great; I guess we just fell into that dynamic without thinking about it." A fond smile managed to grace the troubled man's face at the thought of the man he'd looked up to; the man he'd modeled after in order to give Danny a sturdy figure to look up to. He looked towards the door to the school hallway. This is where he'd been coming from to meet Danny in the cafeteria all that time ago. His eyes glazed over as he  remember how the shots seemed to echo in the hallway, changing the beat of his heart for one crucial second-

Mr. Garnere shook his shoulder, a worried expression on his dirty face. He adjusted his backwards ball cap and opened his mouth to say something, but Mordechai cut him off, clearing his throat and looking back towards the door. 

"So, uh, you said it seemed like everyone was coming back...who else is here?" He shifted on his feet, not looking Mr. Garnere in the eye. The older man gave him one more look before crossing his arms.

"Whelp, Roddy went off to college, but he's been back since graduating; Married that Lanie girl you used to bring around the shop," He didn't miss the way Mordechai flinched at her name, and leveled him with a steady gaze. "She's doing counseling and social work here. They got a cute kid and everything."

"Good f-" Mordechai cleared his throat, shuffling his feet again. "Good for them. Who else."

Mr. Garnere hummed before continuing. "Well, the wife just called from work at the diner; Says that firecracker you used to hang around with is back. What was her name, Trudy?"

"Trish?"

"That's the one! She just came in today. Let's see, who else did you hang around..." The man looked like he was really trying to remember. 

"That's, uh, that's fine. Just good to know I should expect familiar faces." Mordechai stopped the man, heading towards the door to the halls. "Thanks, Mr. Garnere!"

"For Christ's sake, you're my boss now and a grown as adult, call me Eddy!" The man called after the retreating figure. Mordechai was already in the hall, however, and hid a grin at the man's yelling. He let his fingers graze against the lockers as he wandered the silent halls, wonder who else he was risking running into just by being back.
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[color=007236][center][h1]Aisik Shomer[/h1][/center][/color]
"Cut! Much better Aisik!" The Director clapped the actor on his leather clad shoulder.

"Thanks," He smiled back, shrugging the jacket back into place. "I kind of forgot how easy it was to slip into Mordechai if I just kind of clear my head. Plus, the jacket is great." He grinned, turning around once in a mock show. "Am I gonna be able to keep it this time?"

"You say that like I don't remember you stealing some of the prop clothes way back when." The director scolded in lieu of answering the suddenly upbeat man. "Now go get something to eat, you'll be having another scene soon."

"Yessir!" Aisik called, walking over to the snack table and grabbing a plate of strawberries and sugar, leaning against the table to watch the other scenes playing out.