s.tab me in the b a c k;and keep on w a l k i n g

[Camellia Samson]

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-hehe this is my RP example......*feels evil*



-no need to post another 800-word reply, lol. Anything works....my thread beginners are always super-lengthy. Well....if I feel inspired.

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MY LUCKY DAY, UNLUCKY MOOD


an unsteady personality can affect you. will affect you.

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Today was her birthday, today was her day, today was her day off. Today was a day when the darling known as her avoided everyone she knew and snuggled into the world, blending in perfectly, desiring not to be picked out of the blue as the red fish. This was a day when she wanted no one around her, wanted no one to talk to her, wanted no one to peer into her and fish the cages for what they could find and pick from her. This was a day where she rather be alone. This day was the day of silent reminiscence… and in doing that lovely [not so much] recalling, she found something that had not happened that long ago, that still had her hung up, still had that spear in her side. You see, it had happened a few days earlier, near the beginning of the week. A ratty package had come to be hers, having been bumped from here to there until finally coming to her door step, but what was important, dearest, was the sender. The name on the package was the either the gasoline or the water on the flame. A coin toss, it had been, and for once that coin toss landed with a more silent resolution dawning. Out of it, they said. She wasn’t so fiery, so mean. She was simply… there, not really acting, not her usual vibrant self by any sort of means. She drifted by like a ghost, half dead, half alive and too busy thinking and looking anywhere but front and center. They had tried to pep her up in the usual, blunt manner… but after such acts being brushed off just so, they simply withdrew and sought shelter. Surely this was the peace before the storm, no doubnt before long the ticking time bomb would go off. Not that they had any clue, not that they knew or that she wanted them to know. They didn’t need to, and, as said, she didn't want them to know. Still, It was sad, in a way…not really anything but sad when one choose to think about it casually. Nothing but sad… It was sad when she received gifts that were brides. Sad that they only remembered the date of her ’beginning of life’ because the one who had aided in the pregnancy of her mother who had birthed her, the one who had not believed her, the one who had never listened, the one who allowed this all to happen - the one who saw it dead in front of him and ignored it… That one… felt guilty. Sad that that one tried, by such petty means [believe it or not she wasn't all about the cash involved], to ease his pain. Sad. Even sadder was the fact that he didn’t even choose the gift, sad that he got the wench who she loathed and caused this catastrophe, this guilt he had, to pick it. To send it. To mail it. To lick the envelope with her poison. Almost as sad as her sending it back without even opening it - without even giving it a second glance. Sad that she wanted nothing to do with them after, finally, they caved in and wanted her back. If only because he was going to start a campaign and no one wanted this skeleton getting out of the closet without a happy story to tell of how she ‘recovered with the love of her family as her guiding light’. But you know she was just the sort of person who relished hurting someone else. Loved it after such a long spell, of how hard she tried, how much she put in it before getting burned in the end. She adored dishing hurt out to those who deserved it. A sin? She didn’t… really care.

And so went back the package, busted and ratty and banged around while fighting a journey to find her. After of course a little dog tinkle to give them something lovely to handle. The House's Sentiments, darling, the House's Sentiments. “Don’t go off far, ya hear?” She mumbled, having taken off sneakers once she had, minutes before, hit the sand, looking back over her shoulder only once to view the old jeep before heaving a rather ‘stressful’ sigh. The only one here, and wasn’t that bliss. But then again… after a few tries at the more crowded regions she soon found that she wasn’t too fond of cutting her feet on the bear bottles or having the dogs try to murder the taunting people. And after such a while she did a bit of snooping and a bit of prying and soon found, quite a distance away and in a rougher spot of terrain… another beach. More on the Eastern side there were few who visited the hidden shore and fewer yet sought it out. After all going to the beach was about the boys and the girls, the flowers and the bees, the rest of the cheezy crap that melted down to shopping for the next one night stand. Now, she was like any good girl worth her salt and on most occasions that was what she was at the beach for! Really! But, on those rare occasions she came here more for the hounds. The rascals, annoying as hell but lovable enough. Big boys needed their exercise and how rowdy they got in the small apartment… And after a while she soon found that the boys behaved much better when they were allowed to spend their weekends romping the sandy shores and playing in the salty sea. Amazing it was, and a true blessing [her and the landlord had been previously having bouts monthly over the dogs] with the best bit being the pouches actually enjoyed it! And so with her peace being spoken about not going to far [as if they could understand her] and with the collars ‘bout their neck tight enough they couldn't wiggle out of them, she went about spreading about the large, worn blanket and flopping down. Content to remain in her halter-top, cargos and sunglasses, with sneakers off and view of a rather seamless, dark ocean in sight. Seamless give or take the romping dogs that flopped, barked, and played in her gaze. Yapping and snapping and playing in the water. Making the most of their time they were, as was the young gal who lounged ever comfortably, who really simply had nothing to do. Having brought no book or device to occupy her time, she simply relaxed and watched the show. Undisturbed. As of yet. But, who knew? Perhaps her birthday would not go as she planned it to go - uneventful? Maybe, if chance, if fate, if fortune, if destiny so decided she would have some company? Good company, bad company, company she could not stand, company she simply adored, someone who could amuse her, could challenge her rather glum, mild approach to the day? Maybe? Maybe not?[/color][/center]

[Rose Brennan]

Never to see you again my sweet, but I shall haunt you forever


Ever known that feeling? The terror of a raised hand above your face...for a moment everything stands still. For a second you know how fragile a human life is and how short long a second can actually be in a life or death situation. Have you ever felt despair? To really feel the dark chasm of sadness and a never ending animal writhing and twisting your stomach so perhaps you can’t breathe. No, not many people have but she had experienced both and more besides, and not many of them were truly happy...but that’s not so uncommon in the world we live in nowadays.

The cool breeze flew past her long golden curly locks in a never ending caress of her pink cheek. The soft golden sand oozed through her toes, sending a shiver up her spine as they eventually went numb. Her blue eyes twinkled softly; two light sapphires in the soft white of her pale face and her lips the colour of rosebuds. She could remember a time of pain and when her face had not been so beautiful, when her eyes had been dull and lifeless containing no hope at all.

“Today’s the day, when dreaming ends...”

It had been entirely chance she had escaped, she’d never known love or anything good; so when she’d gone into work and changed into her costume without a second thought and she had been shocked when she had been questioned, watching the faces around her change from concern to fury. The police had wanted her to stop working straight away and help them with the case to put her father away forever and for her to be safe and sound.

“I’ll top the bill, I’ll earn the kill, I have to find the will to carry... on with the show”

She’d refused of course; she finished the show she was working on in the next two months, staying at a small home for children in her situation whilst she was filming. Not that that had been any better. They’d taunted her all of the time, pulling her golden locks and stealing her things. The older kids also bullied her. The director finally put his foot down when she came in with a black eye and put the film on hold until everything was sorted. She had felt no remorse when she had been taken away, the soft reassuring hand in hers as they took her to a new home had been so different from the one she was used to; hard and rough, only known to touch her face harder than they should have. Her life from then had been good she supposed, most kids in the foster system said they hated it, but she...she had found the first security she had ever known, she’d only ever needed one family to stay with, they kept her and treated her like a real daughter. The film had been a huge hit and the highlight of her career; she just wished she could have obtained her awards in a less painful manner but it had gained her many fans. She was looked up to by many younger girls, but her past had left its mark. She found it hard to trust anyone and even harder to love, but she did want to. She just felt she couldn’t...without it causing more pain than it was actually worth in her world.

The pale, weak sunlight filtered through the clouds and she spotted someone; a girl with dark hair, waving softly in the cold wind. Her shoulders where slightly bent and she didn’t look right, she looked unhappy and lost, a bit like her she thought. Saffron thought she recognised her but couldn’t be sure, she was an actress and the business was so big that she had probably met everyone possible in the business. With a sigh she brushed her hair behind her eyes, you could only take so much wind, and headed over at a brisk pace, her little white pumps dangling from her right hand and hiding her long pink fingernails that had been painted with such care.

But as she got closer her steps got slower and slower, the girl looked like she wanted to be alone. Saffron pushed her feet deeper into the now wet sand and wiggled them, waiting to see if she was noticed. The waves moved in and out and a slow steady pace. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to be a wave, so reliable but able to turn nasty in a minute. That brought her thoughts back to him and she shivered, feeling a familiar feeling of dread inch its way up her spine.

She knew she’d never see him again, although if she ever did she could take him. This slowly let her shyness crept back and she inched away slightly. She’d let the girl approach first

[Camellia Samson]

OOC; this will be short; sorry no muse.

She sighed, staring at the rolling waves. Stupid pollution. They were so dark they were almost black; she wondered what had caused that. But no, her stupid ADD drifted her mind off to the seagulls, skimming above the water. Wings spread wide, they cawed and soared around, fluttering as they landed a few feet away from her. She didn't dare move; they were actually beautiful. These scavengers were, to most people, annoying nuisances. But all animals were beautiful to her, whether they rooted in dumpsters or not. Camellia watched the gray-and-white slender bodies lift up, flying upwards, free. They were so lucky, she thought to herself. Nothing to enclose them, nothing to stop them. They could go anywhere they wanted. She just wished she could be a seagull.

Glancing around at the other people, she noticed the last of the seagulls flying away. She smiled sadly, bidding it a goodbye in her mind. So far, her birthday wouldn't be exactly memorable. And that was good. But then she noticed a girl, around her age, inching closer. Her contemptuous personality came rising up and she almost snorted. Was the blondie a les or something? Pshh.

But then she realized the girl seemed shy, and was inching away. Whatever, it was time for her to make friends anyways. Lifting her hands from her slim, freshly shaved legs, Camellia pushed them into the sand and hoisted herself up, walking towards the pale-haired girl. She'd seen her around town a few times, her name was something strange...maybe the name of a plant? It started with an S....

Hey there. She greeted the S-initialed girl, smiling. The grin wasn't all fake. What's up? Blondie seemed rather sad; why would she? Maybe she should try out Camellia's life for a while.

[Rose Brennan]

Saffron nearly leapt out of her skin as the girl turned around. She could now get a proper look at her, the girls dark hair fell around her shoulders. Once again she was sure she’d seen her around somewhere. She looked upward for a moment; she knew the girl would be approaching her any moment. She inhaled deeply as the cool, salty morning air rushed past her and around her, penetrating through her blonde curls to her scalp. Her blue sapphire like eyes snapped open and she was dazzled by the sun for a moment, the clouds were a dark grey... that was why it was so warm around here! A storm was coming.
She lowered her head and looked at the girl; she racked her brains from where she might have seen her. Maybe she could be one of the extras from a movie she’d been in? Perhaps she was an actress that she’d seen on TV? That was when it hit her, the catalogues on her bed! The girl was a model for sure. But now a name, Saffron had never been good with names. She smiled; she should just let the girl tell her for once. She only hoped she wasn’t recognized; if the press got hold of the fact that she loved this place it would no longer be a safe haven.

Hey there, what’s up?

She looked back at the girl and returned her smile, although she found her slightly intimidating “Nothing” she said with a grin, “Just enjoying the sea and the quiet” then she realised how that sounded “But it’s nice to see someone else enjoying it” she put in quickly...now she felt like a complete idiot.

She blushed slightly and held out her hand “I’m Saffron, Saffron Coulter” she hoped this girl wouldn’t do what all the others did. Start getting excited and not at all themselves, she hated that and just wished for someone nice and normal to converse with.

[Camellia Samson]

OOC//I can't post now, but who is she supposed to be?

[Rose Brennan]

OOC: Very famous actress, like James (camilles future boyfriend)

[Camellia Samson]

[ooc]okay...well this post sucks, just warning ya.

Camellia's brow furrowed as the girl/woman mentioned how she was 'enjoying the sea and the quiet'. Oh, so was that supposed to mean that she didn't want anything or anyone to bother her? God, this girl was rude. But then she added a quick comment, and Camellia realized she didn't mean to be rude...after all the tall brunette had been enjoying the beach too. Whatever/ She had just wanted to chat too. Watching the blondie stick her hand out in front of Camellia, she looked up and heard her introduce herself. Saffron! Saffron Coulter. That was it! Camellia sighed; finally she knew who it was. Then it came back flitting to her mind; a memory of seeing that name in a magazine. Saffron Coulter was an actress on some soap or something...Camellia didn't really care as she didn't watch television, almost never at least. It was stupid and brainwashing, and did no good to anyone. Camellia decided not to mention it and raised her slim tanned hand, slipping it into Saffron's and shaking lightly.

I'm Camellia, Camellia Samson.

Smiling, she decided to be bold. It was time to restart her social life and stop being obsesed with her career. Modeling rocked, sure, but now it was time to indulge herself into other things. Like friendship, for example. Time to go out and have fun.

So...do you want to go to this party tonight? Or to a nightclub? Or we could just get a cup of coffee at Starbucks...

She shrugged, not wanting to seem to eager. That was lame, rambling on and on about random stuff. Stupid, stupid ADD.

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[Rose Brennan]

Saffron smiled and shook her hand, bringing her spare one to run a hand through her blonde hair. Camellia Sampson! She was a model, which was where she’d seen her before. She’d not gone mad when she’d introduced herself...it probably meant she didn’t care or (maybe and) she wasn’t a big fan. No matter, it made a brilliant change. It had all been the same since she was seven years old...a child star, but with an awful, surprising childhood...but not surprising in a good way until after her first movie. Thank god she hadn’t gone off the rails like the countless others before her.

Camellia began asking about going out tonight, Saffron grinned then her smile fell. She’d said she’d go out with her friend James. They’d never been together; they just went out ever so often. It would be great if she could come along. Maybe they’d meet him there.

“That sounds great” she said finally, her smile coming back to her pale face. Apart from James she never really went out, it wasn’t really worth the bother nowadays, with all the auditions and such like. Her mind strayed to James; he always seemed to be with a different girl, always the same, the brainless bimbos that drove her crazy. Suddenly a thought struck her and she felt quite like she was coming up with a conspiracy, Camellia and James might make a good couple. “How does a nightclub sound?” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes, “But the thing is...I said I’d meet a friend of mine. I think you two would get a long quite well, his name’s James Lieb” even better known than she was, a heartthrob for all women, not that she felt annoyed about it. She’d put him on that level when they’d starred in a film together three years ago.

[Camellia Samson]

Camellia bit her lip. She had promised herself to back out a bit on boys for a while; they were what stressed her the most. She stared at the beautiful blonde and ran her French-manicured hand through her long, layered, shiny dark brown hair before narrowing her eyes in thought. He's probably hot. I'm the one who offered her to go out. She's just being nice by letting me tag along...fine, hopefully I just won't be a third wheel. She broke into a bright smile; time to let loose after all. She also remembered from a few years ago...James Lieb. He was in that movie with Saffron...Camellia hadn't really been interested and had been dragged into the theaters by her friends. She hadn't relly liked the movie...but since when did she like movies? The only interesting thing had been that hot blond guy...who was James Lieb! Her eyes sparkled mischeviously, and she nodded. All right then Saffron. Want to meet me in front of the club?

OOC; not really much to reply to. and if there isn't a club board could you make one?[/center]

[Rose Brennan]

Saffron grinned, flicking her hair from her eyes. She felt she made a friend, sure she wasn't the friendliest person on earth...she felt she always had to be on her guard to make sure she didn't offend her. She was sure that in time they'd become more relaxed around each other as time went on...especially if James and Cameilla hit it off. "James'll probably meet us inside" she told her with a smile "He like to make an entrance" It was true, he normally came in surrounded by girls it really irratated her. She'd never liked him, she looked upon him as a younger brother so the girls were normally shooed away while they got a drink. There were so many articles in the cheap magazines to the large glossy ones of them being a 'couple' she always rang him up about it and they had a laugh about it. If Cameilla and James hit it off they'd have to be carefull. The press could always ruin a realtionship.

She glanced at her watch "I'd better get going actually, I'll see you this evening" she turned and ran back across the wet sand of the beach, her white pumps dangling from her right hand. She turned once and gave a little wave and a small smile...she somehow couldn't wait till this evening.

OOC: You want to make a thread in CRUSH?

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[Camellia Samson]

OOC//will you? I'm doing soo much stuff right now...but if you don't want to I could...\\OOC

[Rose Brennan]

OOC: ENd of thread\\