The Rocky Bits [Sunday morning]
Olivia (or Olive -- the writers weren't great with continuity, but she was Olivia for the moment) stared bleakly out to sea, the wind whipping about her perfectly styled curls and yet somehow not tangling them at all. She should never have returned here, to this island, after her film career had tragically begun to sink after she'd developed her horrible skin condition. Her ephelides. Even the word had made her shudder, when the doctor had told her. It was something she'd struggled with her entire life, and she'd known, somehow in her heart of hearts, that her red hair had already predisposed her to this condition.
But still. They'd replaced her with a younger, blond actress with a tan, one who would never cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in foundation makeup, and Olive had been sent to the streets.
Now, she would stop at nothing to regain her spotlight. Nothing. She pondered her next move as she stared at the ocean. Was blackmail too far? Arson? Murder? No. She would have her career back, or she would die trying.
[I was afk yesterday but OF COURSE THIS IS OPEN, DON'T BE INSANE.]
But still. They'd replaced her with a younger, blond actress with a tan, one who would never cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in foundation makeup, and Olive had been sent to the streets.
Now, she would stop at nothing to regain her spotlight. Nothing. She pondered her next move as she stared at the ocean. Was blackmail too far? Arson? Murder? No. She would have her career back, or she would die trying.
[I was afk yesterday but OF COURSE THIS IS OPEN, DON'T BE INSANE.]