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@ofviolxts-blog
eliotpls:
“I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned. Right now I think it’s both. How do you manage to forget everything? Wild night?”
“I wish, for once, that it had been a wild night. Instead I overslept, ate my weight in biscuits the night before, and just generally, today I’m a mess.”
“My day has been somewhat stressful today, I managed to forget everything I needed, my script, my purse, my bag, food, you name it i forgot it. Including my patience. I just want to go drown myself in fries and hide in a blanket.”
imogcns:
“You and me both.” There was so much to do and now that she was coming to understand that, Imogen couldn’t help but wish she could go back in hiding - something she initially was forced into. Funny how things worked out when you finally got your way ( though it wasn’t really her way, was it? The realisation infuriated her - not explicitly so, but enough for her to react some kind of way ). “Then…let’s do something.” Something that didn’t require Imogen to address the result of Ivory’s penchant for exposing…people like her. “How about a walk? Or cake baking? Or we can scroll through Facebook to source the world’s oldest memes! The options are endless.”
violet couldn’t help but laugh at the other girls suggestions, they all sounded a plus to her. “personally i vote for all three, memes are the best, baking is fun but i always end up eating the butter and sugar that’s been mixed together. it’s actually heaven, don’t judge me.”
mcdelinex:
“okay, mcdonald’s fries are freakishly immortal, but they’re also so good. i think it’s the only really edible thing on the menu. god, i’m starting to crave them myself right now. my biological clock is all wonky so it probably wouldn’t work for you, but you’d be surprised at how quickly you adjust to a different schedule after a few days. you have a little trial and error, but you pull through.”
“they’re too good, i could eat like ten of them and not feel guilty. that’s a lie though, i’d feel guilty. same, my brain is now just imaging the fries. i just like my bed too much to spend more time away from it, im always way too happy to get into bed, even if it’s early.”
lucyfcr:
“ i mean, she is his manager. or so she says. i’ll never really know if she does anything but ride on his coattails in the hopes of getting a smidgeon of the money and so-called fame that comes with being a child star. ”
“having family members are your manager is just a bad idea all around, i tried it for a year, and i’m never having a ‘momager’ again. is she any good at being a manager? or is she shit.”
landonlmk
“I feel you on that. It hits 4pm and you realize you haven’t left your house all day and then you rush to get ready to do something productive to make yourself feel better. Or maybe that’s just me. I am firm believer in the lazy Sunday, though. If you can get it why not take advantage, you know?”
“I can’t even be bothered to do that for once, I think I may just lounge around, and then when I go to bed feel guilty for doing nothing. Isn’t your lazy Sunday everyday?”
lucyfcr:
“ i honestly feel like roman would just go buckwild if she disappeared and he was out and about by himself. she keeps him in check, you know? so it’s either they both leave, or i have to keep her ass around. and like — sure, i could lock both of them in a room together, but then i have to make sure they’re being fed and given water and all and that’s a ton of effort. ”
“how does she even keep him in check? isn’t he a grown ass adult? true, or again, you could hire someone to look after them, an adult babysitter of sorts.”
mcdelinex:
“the only reason to wake up early on a sunday is get at that mickey d’s mcgriddle. and even then it’s only on special occassions. i’m quite happy being that person who works in the middle of the night. it allows me to literally do whatever i want with my time otherwise.”
“i don’t even care about the breakfast, i just want a large meal with a ton of fries. i deserve them. i wish i could work in the middle of the night, but i go a bit haywire if i do. plus i don’t really remember things that i memorize in the middle of the night if i’m honest. i mean i do night shifts on set obviously, but i always feel like i’ve gone crazy by the end of it.”
charliemodson:
Char shrugged his shoulders, looking around the room like his answers were going to magically appear in front of him. “If you really think that’ll help, yeah, I’ll go with you. But what will that do to your image?” he asked. He didn’t have enough fingers to count the amount of friends that dropped him like a hat, simply because he was ‘bad publicity’. “I’m not dragging you into this, too”
Violet waved a hand at his worries, dismissing them instantly. “I don’t really care.” She told him truthfully, “It’s cruel to just drop someone because they had to make ends meet.” Sure if it had been Violet she may not have done what Charlie had, but she wasn’t going to judge him. “I don’t mind, it’d be nice to have someone join me.”
rivervogel:
“that’s a bummer,” he told her quite frankly; his inner self constraining the amount of vulgar words that could potentially spill out of his mouth like a running tap. being controlled bothered him to no extent. he hated the idea of someone controlling him; be it in regards of his job, or him himself as a person. perhaps that was one of the reason why he turned down such a big offer for his band in the past. the thought of changing their sound to suit the trend nowadays resulted with him storming off. thank god his band mates were loyal, or they could just fuck the hell off for all he cares. “no such thing as reasoning with them, i assume?” he could almost cringe from his well-mannered facade. god, how badly he wanted to hit his head against a brick wall. “you should run when you get the chance to,” he joked, though really, he wouldn’t mind the slightest bit in kidnapping her – just so she could be free for a day.
river narrowed his eyes just slightly from her words; not able to catch that what she had uttered was harmless. he only understood after a short few seconds and with that he chuckled nervously. “no one would bother,” he laughed – the thought of eliot leaving reminders for him sounded all too strange; it’s more like horrible puns and dirty jokes – that held a much higher chance. “it takes too much time and effort – i don’t think it’ll be effective; so i rather not waste anyone’s time.” his brows cocked up from surprise, and he kept quiet for a brief moment; as though he was waiting for her to correct herself. “you sure?” he asked; a small smile growing on his lips. “well…” he hesitated, turning back to look over at his parked vehicle before turning back – once again letting out a chuckle of disbelief. “lets go then?”
“oh you can try, emphasis on try though.” violet couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh at her situation, no matter what she did there was always a plan, someone telling her what was next, what she had to do, where to go, who to see, what to say. She felt like a puppet. She felt like even more of a puppet with ivory around, she had to be extremely careful with herself and her secret now even more so. She had been careful before, but now she had to be ten times more careful. But all she wanted right now was to be free, to do as she pleases, but that was far away. “no matter what i do, someone has a plan. or a schedule. i envy you.” she admitted to him.
“i would.” violet told him seriously, it was an amusing thought, she had no idea how people forgot everything, she had everything ingrained in her brain. had reminders written everywhere: her phone, her journal, her fridge door and on her laptop. if she forgot anything, she’d be screwed. “i’m sure.” she told him, her grin getting even bigger, she could see how surprised he was. “yeah, lets go.” she agrees before her eyes started to search, “do you have another helmet?”
frcncescas:
she tried her hardest to get her composure back. it was a bit upsetting, the fact that everyone knew her secret now when she was trying so terribly hard to forget it herself. it had been haunting her for the last 6 years, and this reopened those wounds. “thanks, violet,” she said with a shaky smile as she readjusted her hood and sunglasses. “i think i might just call my driver to come pick me up outside and make a run for it. i’ve blown my cover now.”
violet gave the girl a few moments on her own, sipping on her water bottle-- she couldn’t even think about how horrible this must be for her. but it also made her think of how this could be her, if ivory decided to expose her. she felt her stomach start to churn, and her heart speed up slightly over her worries. trying to snap back to reality she jumped slightly at the girls words, “i think running will just make it worse.” she told her gently, “if i were you’d go out there with neither the sunglasses or the jacket, and hold your head high, ignore them all.” violet suggested, trying to help her. “i’ll come with you if you want.”
rivervogel:
there it was – yet another reminder on how different they both are. he knew well it wasn’t violet’s intention for him to be reminded of their differences; it was him, and his natural and unfortunately constant habit on putting himself down. his low self esteem and persistent doubts that would haunt him, never allowing him to breathe. “not even once?” he asked in regards of her weeks being planned in advance – he couldn’t imagine the life she lived in; how dreadful it must be to wake up early every morning and to drag herself out of bed. perhaps that’s one of the reasons why he took his time with his band. although he would not mind playing shows every night, the thought of duties and responsibilities seems all too much for him to bear.
he continued to fiddle with the clip of his helmet; his mind wandering off, simultaneously cursing at god – or whoever the fuck that’s controlling his sims up there – for throwing him into a situation he least expected it. he wasn’t dressed well enough to be standing in front of violet; hell, he wasn’t even wearing his lucky shirt. not to mention how he had decided to roam the streets of LA with his motorcycle – a vehicle her parents would most definitely not allow their daughter to be on. “i actually do need regular reminders. i’m a forgetful person,” he admitted. quite frankly, the second his offer slipped out of his lips, a hint of regret stirred within him. not that he didn’t want to spend the day with violet, but simply because he wouldn’t know what to do around her, or if she would even take his offer for that matter. so when the dark brunette took his offer with no hesitation, his eyes shot up at her for a split second in shock, his lips curving into a small smile from slight disbelief. “well, i guess i’m yours for the day,” he said through chuckles, though it died down rather quickly. “one problem though, i’ve got my bike with me, so…. if you’re not comfortable with it or anything… we could… walk?”
they were different, very different. but violet liked that actually, she liked the clash between them -- don’t get violet wrong she liked being around people who were also like her, but she liked to mix it up. “maybe a few times.” the female admitted with a small grin on her lips, “very rarely though, because i usually get in trouble with my manager.” she hated how much control they had over her, she would try to rebel against them in small ways, she had to be subtle. she loved her job and she loved her team (most of the time) but sometimes she was just sick of what came with it. “maybe next time i’ll tell them to do one.” violet muttered sheepishly.
“that’s cute.” violet couldn’t help but let those words slip, maybe it sounded patronizing but it wasn’t meant to be. “maybe someone should leave little post it notes around your apartment, just so you never forget.” with a smalls mile she watched as his head snapped up from her answer. “a dream come true.” she told him honestly, before shrugging her shoulders at his ‘problem’, “i don’t see that as a problem, i’m sure we can both fit.”
@violetkennedy: i couldn’t pass up the chance to get a selfie. the lighting was fab.
