Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 5:04:39 GMT
The Maima Region was as beautiful below as it had been from above when she flown over it during actor Harrison Jameson’s birthday bash the other night. His people rented out a ship for the night to take them up and above, to circle until they either ran out of gas or the people stopped partying. She never learned which came first since she’d had to leave early, but it had been a few days since the incidents and slowly she was learning to put it behind her. One breath at a time, one step and then another; day by day, she healed. Although healed physically from her altercations with the Mazoku clan via rejuvenation tank, those altercations weren’t public knowledge and she wanted to keep them that way.
Blue legs stretched out on the towel atop the sandy beach, large sunglasses hiding half her face. The scritch-scratch of her pen zoomed over paper as she wrote and crossed out words on the page. The Pink Dragon wrote feverishly, she did her best healing through writing, always had. This song might never get recorded but it felt good to get the feelings out.
Even with all the added tour dates, this day had been unnegotiably hers. One thing she’d looked forward to more than anything else in coming to Namek was this day on a secluded piece of beach taking in the sun and writing some music. The soft pink bikini that matched her cotton-candy colored hair covered less than she liked but more than her stylist preferred, so she called it a win. If her wardrobe manager had her way, Belle’s outfits would leave little to nothing to the imagination so she took it upon herself to bring the woman down.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she heard and looked up...and up. “And I thought I was the only one who liked this particular plot of beach,” Harrison joked and set his towel down beside hers uninvited. Then again, their friendship had deep roots, and Harrison was always welcome at her side.
She smiled and set the pen and paper aside, closing the book. While many words described Hare, quiet did not. “It’s good to see you again, I hoped I’d get the chance.”
“Me, too!” he said, plopping down on his towel face up toward the sun. “You left so early the other night…”
Another smile; those came easily around Harrison. Friends, first and foremost, the two always had each others backs. “Yeah, had a concert the next day and a radio show...you know how it is. Believe me,” she added quickly. “I wanted to stay.” It was half truth. Parties held fun for all, but Belle’s life took so many different turns lately that she wanted to keep a clear head for a little while. Her life got complicated and she needed to stay focused on the important things.
“Yeah, I know the drill,” he smiled back, flashing all those very human-looking pearly whites. A pale fist bumped her shoulder gently before he reached for his phone and turned on some music. The sound of the ocean didn’t dim, but the music added a soft complexity to the air that made her weirdly nostalgic for the good old days back when things were simpler.
Compared to the party, this setting felt more relaxed and easy. Sometimes being popular had its lonely moments. Often, Belle found herself the center of attention, beloved by all around her, and yet in those moments she felt more alone than ever before. No one really knew her or cared for the person beneath the facade. They craved being around the fame, or the image of her they held in their minds and hearts. People put her up on undeserved pedestals, in her opinion, and some day she’d come crashing down and insult them all.
A warm hand landed on her shoulder and she turned her head a little, his blue eyes that matched the ocean meeting her own green ones and she gave herself points for not flinching or looking away. “You okay?” he asked, concern etched in those sharp features.
She nodded.
“You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”
Again, she nodded and he smiled, his hand folding back to rest on his toned stomach as he took in some sun. “Nothing we haven’t talked about before,” she said and it was his turn to nod.
“I got a script in the mail the other day,” he said, flicking a brief glance in her direction and then he smiled. She’d gotten one, too, and he’d read that on her face. Harrison was the one person she never could lie to, nor did she want to. He had the uncanny ability called ‘love’ to read her like an open book in his base language. “You going to accept?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. The script was for another sequel to the fantasy trilogy the two had co-starred in that ended a couple of years back. It was a good script, well worded and worthy of both their time. If it had been bad, she wouldn’t feel bad saying no but as it stood now, it looked like a fun script. “You?”
“I told them I’d accept if you did...no pressure, B,” he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes. This time she punched him in the arm a bit harder than he’d done to her, but not hard enough to mean it. “Really, though,” His voice deepened, got serious. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
And just like that, some pressure inside of her eased like a balloon popping when you hadn’t known it was there to begin with. “I think I’ll do it,” she grinned over at him and his deep gaze widened in surprise. “And not for you or anyone else. For me.” The decision made, her shoulders felt lighter for it in some small way. And with that, the two brought out their tablets and started running dialogue. It felt like the good old days, wild and crazy and free. Her manager wouldn’t be happy fitting shooting into her schedule, but Tyler Swyft could just go jump off a cliff, for all Belle cared at the moment. She shot off a quick email to her agent who had wholeheartedly expected a resounding ‘no’ just like she’d said to the last however many scripts. The look on his face, she wished she could see it, that alone might be worth saying ‘yes’ for. But there were other reasons, too.
Reconnecting with Harrison was far from the least of them, it also felt right for her in that moment. The press would believe them back together, especially after that one article in the paper recently. All in all, things would return to a semblance of normalcy, and that she definitely needed more of in her life.
Blue legs stretched out on the towel atop the sandy beach, large sunglasses hiding half her face. The scritch-scratch of her pen zoomed over paper as she wrote and crossed out words on the page. The Pink Dragon wrote feverishly, she did her best healing through writing, always had. This song might never get recorded but it felt good to get the feelings out.
Even with all the added tour dates, this day had been unnegotiably hers. One thing she’d looked forward to more than anything else in coming to Namek was this day on a secluded piece of beach taking in the sun and writing some music. The soft pink bikini that matched her cotton-candy colored hair covered less than she liked but more than her stylist preferred, so she called it a win. If her wardrobe manager had her way, Belle’s outfits would leave little to nothing to the imagination so she took it upon herself to bring the woman down.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she heard and looked up...and up. “And I thought I was the only one who liked this particular plot of beach,” Harrison joked and set his towel down beside hers uninvited. Then again, their friendship had deep roots, and Harrison was always welcome at her side.
She smiled and set the pen and paper aside, closing the book. While many words described Hare, quiet did not. “It’s good to see you again, I hoped I’d get the chance.”
“Me, too!” he said, plopping down on his towel face up toward the sun. “You left so early the other night…”
Another smile; those came easily around Harrison. Friends, first and foremost, the two always had each others backs. “Yeah, had a concert the next day and a radio show...you know how it is. Believe me,” she added quickly. “I wanted to stay.” It was half truth. Parties held fun for all, but Belle’s life took so many different turns lately that she wanted to keep a clear head for a little while. Her life got complicated and she needed to stay focused on the important things.
“Yeah, I know the drill,” he smiled back, flashing all those very human-looking pearly whites. A pale fist bumped her shoulder gently before he reached for his phone and turned on some music. The sound of the ocean didn’t dim, but the music added a soft complexity to the air that made her weirdly nostalgic for the good old days back when things were simpler.
Compared to the party, this setting felt more relaxed and easy. Sometimes being popular had its lonely moments. Often, Belle found herself the center of attention, beloved by all around her, and yet in those moments she felt more alone than ever before. No one really knew her or cared for the person beneath the facade. They craved being around the fame, or the image of her they held in their minds and hearts. People put her up on undeserved pedestals, in her opinion, and some day she’d come crashing down and insult them all.
A warm hand landed on her shoulder and she turned her head a little, his blue eyes that matched the ocean meeting her own green ones and she gave herself points for not flinching or looking away. “You okay?” he asked, concern etched in those sharp features.
She nodded.
“You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”
Again, she nodded and he smiled, his hand folding back to rest on his toned stomach as he took in some sun. “Nothing we haven’t talked about before,” she said and it was his turn to nod.
“I got a script in the mail the other day,” he said, flicking a brief glance in her direction and then he smiled. She’d gotten one, too, and he’d read that on her face. Harrison was the one person she never could lie to, nor did she want to. He had the uncanny ability called ‘love’ to read her like an open book in his base language. “You going to accept?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. The script was for another sequel to the fantasy trilogy the two had co-starred in that ended a couple of years back. It was a good script, well worded and worthy of both their time. If it had been bad, she wouldn’t feel bad saying no but as it stood now, it looked like a fun script. “You?”
“I told them I’d accept if you did...no pressure, B,” he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes. This time she punched him in the arm a bit harder than he’d done to her, but not hard enough to mean it. “Really, though,” His voice deepened, got serious. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
And just like that, some pressure inside of her eased like a balloon popping when you hadn’t known it was there to begin with. “I think I’ll do it,” she grinned over at him and his deep gaze widened in surprise. “And not for you or anyone else. For me.” The decision made, her shoulders felt lighter for it in some small way. And with that, the two brought out their tablets and started running dialogue. It felt like the good old days, wild and crazy and free. Her manager wouldn’t be happy fitting shooting into her schedule, but Tyler Swyft could just go jump off a cliff, for all Belle cared at the moment. She shot off a quick email to her agent who had wholeheartedly expected a resounding ‘no’ just like she’d said to the last however many scripts. The look on his face, she wished she could see it, that alone might be worth saying ‘yes’ for. But there were other reasons, too.
Reconnecting with Harrison was far from the least of them, it also felt right for her in that moment. The press would believe them back together, especially after that one article in the paper recently. All in all, things would return to a semblance of normalcy, and that she definitely needed more of in her life.