invisible ink.

people say it's nice to meet me. i often wonder why. i've studied my reflection, i've looked me in the eye. but i still can't draw conclusions, i'm still talking out of turn. now i ask too many questions about the lessons i won't learn.

[camadlers]

closed starter for @jcsselau​.

“i’ll be honest. i’m a little sick of the whole ‘friend of’ thing --- like, i know i have a relatively dangerous job and i should probably be focused on that...” she trailed off, because there was way too much tequila in her margarita and this was her third one. she forced jesse over, though she was surprised to see that there wasn’t a camera crew following him this time. it almost hurt, but if the other cast members weren’t with him --- well, they could have a candid conversation. which was absolutely happening. “...but i feel like people would like me a lot, you know? i just need to get myself an oj situation or something. end up like the kardashians. reveal that i have a secret wife...” 

[camadlers]

filmmakerisms‌:

location: restaurant, cafe or bar. time: any. connection: peer (writing, directing, acting, etc.), her boss, someone at the top of hollywood she wants to impress, a stranger she accidentally set down with because she wasn’t paying attention or we could plot something. 

she’s LATE. she’s not late by a few minutes, no, but an entire hour. imogen spent the previous night journaling and writing sporadic thoughts about her next screenplay. her moleskin journal was now littered with a smattering of thoughts, dreams, bulleted lists and descriptions of opening scenes to movies she’d probably never write. she had filled the new burgundy colored journal completely until the ink of her pen stained every page. now, it was in a heap of other journals on her desk she would probably never refer to again. imogen’s evening ended with her falling asleep with ink staining her hands; surely sleeping through the multiple alarms she had set for her meeting today.

rushing in to the restaurant with a cold brew in hand, the woman brushed past waiters and customers like a bull in a china sop. “hi! sorry i’m late,” she immediately apologizes. rummaging through her bag, she begins to pull out a cluster of items: journals, her laptop, gel pens and neon post-it notes. “you will not BELIEVE the night i had. i don’t know if it was the fact that i am two weeks clean from my vape or a change in moons or whatever the fuck but i was up all night writing so, like, you should be pretty pumped i’m meeting my deadlines!” she didn’t even think to look up at the other as she filled the table between them with the entire contents of her bag. 

the cameras were gone and there was something urging her to remove herself from the situation. there was an aggression building inside of her that she decided to numb with a second drink. it wasn’t that she was mad at imogen --- but being punctual was important to her, and she was supposed to be having a fun dinner out but the crew decided to leave for someone more interesting. that was ten minutes before the girl had come in through the door to the restaurant they agreed to meet at. though she was somewhat perturbed at the lateness, cam was good at faking it for the other person. after all, second drink in? she was feeling warmer than she would’ve sober. it was too early to be feeling it, but she’d keep her composure.

“you’re late, i hadn’t noticed,” she teased, though there was a touch of annoyance behind her words. but it could be worse, couldn’t it? a calm smile on her lips and eyes watching imogen, cam listened to her words and then let out a little snort of laughter. “well, it’d be nice to hear about everything that kept you up --- at least the creativity juices are flowing for you. i have to read a bunch of case files for next week and instead i’m somewhat buzzed in the middle of the day.” eyebrows shot up playfully and then she leaned back in her chair, drink in hand and leg crossing over the other. 

[camadlers]

⟨ blake lively.  cisfem.  she/her. ⟩  ↪  have  you  met  cameron adler  yet  ?  this  thirty  year  old  virgo  has  been  living  in  the  weho  area  for  four  years.  she makes  a  living  as  a  criminal lawyer,  which  works  for  their  determined,  practical,  critical,  and  stubborn  nature.  blue  by  joni mitchell  is  one  of  cam’s  favorite  songs,  and  they’re  written  by  s,  25,  est,  bugs.  ( 🤳 )

hello, i’m sarah & i’m here to fulfil my rhobh dreams with cam. just kidding, maybe. pls like this and i’ll come to you to plot. 

name: cameron anisa adler.

age: thirty.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: lesbian.

occupation: criminal lawyer.

cameron has lived in los angeles for pretty much her whole life, except for when she went to school. her father was a lawyer, and it was pretty much expected of her to at least follow in some capacity. 

though focused on school, there was a slight desire for cam to be known, which is why she was secretly thrilled taking a case that had her face everywhere in the tabloids. this is what sparked her interest in being seen, offering herself as a part time guest on reality television. her current story was interesting enough, and though she acted as if she didn’t care about the fame it’s always been something she’s secretly desired.

despite rather being on television full time, cameron does her best at her job. she’s a perfectionist, one of her many faults --- obsessed with the way she presents herself, but also obsessed with making sure every thing she does is perfect.

she doesn’t publicize her personal life, she knows what she shows and she has a way of showing what she wants people seeing. her sexuality has always been ambiguous, she tries to keep that part of herself quiet.

i’ll probably add more, but that’s it ... for now.