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His face showed how perplexed he was as he tried to imagine something of her creation. All he could fabricate in his head was a show about nothing or something terribly dark and profound. He could see her writing Edgar Allen Poe-esque pieces or making originals darker. He always appreciated the way Batman had been taken and made into a dark piece about human nature when it came down to the Dark Knight trilogy. He wondered what her works were. "Do you have published novels?" he asked her. He would probably recognize a name or two. Hayden wasn't strong in Literature, but he read here and there. He was definitely a Sports Illustrated fan; he wasn't exactly the type for romance novels by Nicholas Sparks. He read when he had time and nothing more. Hayden noticed when she pushed her plate away and contemplated getting up for a moment, but when he saw her expression changed, he raised an eyebrow and decided to stay for whatever was coming next. Whatever was on her face was more than indifference. He could see that. "Thanks," he smiled meekly when she complimented him. It wasn't impossible to impress her, he supposed. "I mean, being Superman is pretty amazing... I'm that kid who used to dress up like Superman," he smiled. "That doesn't really make me special, I guess. A lot of guys did that. I just think it'd be cool to be someone who I've always wanted to be." Hayden's attitude toward acting was hard to explain to anyone who didn't understand fine arts. It made him feel astronomically better than just being Hayden Scott. He knew that he had a gift when it came down to acting, but he had to much to learn, and he wasn't exactly ready to let his medical career continue without figuring out if he wanted to keep up with acting. "I remember never really wanting to be much because all I did was drink and mess around with my friends," he explained. "I guess I learned my lesson. After I figured it out, I knew that I wanted to save people's lives... You know, cliché doctor stuff. But I knew that acting was always a dream of mine. After med school, I took the stupid road. But it's my passion." He nodded. "Both of them are, though," he pondered. The truth was that Hayden was split between the decision still. He was going into his newest project, but that didn't mean that Hayden didn't still volunteer at the ER. He was still keeping up with the medical industry and the newest developments. He was a graduate of the top medical school in the country, not some baby school or community college. "I mean, you know what it's like to have a passion. Nothing can top it, you know?" he offered. He scooted his own plate away from his body and folded his napkin into it. He couldn't help but stare at Brinna. He had been trying to avoid it, but it was difficult, especially now that she was expressing obvious interest in him. He recognized that look on her face; she was one of the people who had assumed he was just another pretty boy from the California coastline who was chasing skirts around because he had nothing better to do with his parents' money. In truth, Hayden had come from a well-to-do family right outside of DC, but in no way was he spoiled -- not anymore, at least. Since his time in rehab, Hayden had learned that life is more than just fucking girls and getting money from selling weed. He had a new outlook, one that had to do with changing or saving lives. He wanted to be somebody, not just another washed-out guy who would have had a million opportunities. In Brinna, he saw that knowledge, the knowledge that not pursuing one's passion was just suicide. It was self-destruction, essentially. [/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 619 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden? menu: here hotel: here brinna wouldn't have thought that things would end like this. in comparison to interactions between other people one would have asked something along the lines of "what exactly was this?" it was true that something big for brinna wasn't necessarily important for other people and a huge accomplishment that meant next to nothing to brinna would have been a life changing achievement. what was going on here that was flustering her so? the fact that maybe she was actually starting to care. she was starting to take stock in his reactions and just how he interpreted and reacted to the things she said. there were often times when she was being sincere that he thought she was being an ice queen and times when she was being totally flippant that he thought she was charming and amusing. honestly it seemed so totally backwards and yet here she was, invested in his reactions. well, invested wasn't necessarily the right term to use. the only thing that brinna was truly invested in was her writing and whatever this was between herself and hayden wasn't anywhere near the feelings writing gave her. brinna kept it all inside. she could talk about writing and what it meant to her but what would that accomplish? people around her wouldn't feel what she felt whenever she wrote so all that it would accomplish was brinna talking at length about herself which was about as out of character as her hopping on this table and doing an irish jig. "yes, a few. some have been turned into movies. others i care too much about to see them lost to film." the person in front of her didn't look like much of a reader and judging by what he'd just told her she assumed the only reading he ever did was scripts. that didn't count. that didn't get across the emotions and the overall feel a project was meant to embody in it's true form. when she wrote scripts they were meant to be used for television or film. when she wrote novels it took a serious coaxing to then take her baby and translate it into a drier medium. and brinna did consider something on screen to be drier. a person could lose themselves in a book and really take the opportunity to identify for themselves what they liked and what spoke to them more. in movies and television you were meant to fall for a certain person or group of people. sure there was always a bit of a contradiction that created a gray matter for a viewer but there was no question that the writers wanted to turn the viewers attention in a certain direction. readers could make that distinction all for themselves. she nodded along as he spoke about the superman role and how it was so exciting for him. that actually wasn't what she had considered interesting about him. the fact that he was an intelligent being was surprising to her. unless he was one of those rich brats whose parents had paid for their degree. he was pretty but he didn't seem like that big of a slacker and if he was his parents puppy he'd be ordering more than a bran muffin. "yes. i'm well aware." she said in response to him as she picked up her napkin and placed it on the table in front of her. she paid for her meal, placing the money on the table as she looked over at hayden. "i have a few copies of my books in my suite, if you're really that interested in my work." she said nonchalantly. it was no skin off her nose, obviously, if he didn't actually care. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][STYLE=margin-top: -100px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: maggie as brinna laroche![/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Words: 597[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: <3[/style]	[STYLE=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] [/style]	[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]Brinna had a unique charm that fed into Hayden's audaciously persistent attitude toward people who presented to him a challenge. "Movies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She had just revealed that the two were in the same trade? He tried to conceal how much that surprised him. In all truth, she didn't seem like the Hollywood type. In fact, she didn't seem like the kind of person who was easy to work with in any situation. When it came down to producing films, it was definitely a team effort. He tried in vain to imagine Brinna in such a circumstance, but he could only see a petulant and remarkably beautiful porcelain face of defiance sitting at a council. As much as that turned him off, he was curious as to what she enjoyed writing about and whether or not he would like to be in her work. Maybe that day would come, the day when the two could get along and help one another. He wanted her as a friend. That was simple. She obviously saw that some novels couldn't successfully be turned into films, but that also meant that she had something out there that was a movie. Maybe she was more well-known than he had realized. Hayden was a dedicated actor, so he definitely read when he needed to, but so far, he hadn't seen the need to read entire series to get a character's emotions across. He was an ardent fan of the Justice League, of course, so the concept came rather easily to him. His childhood dream was coming true, so he was certainly taking it seriously. He had to admit that speaking to Brinna made him feel like an uneducated slob who had no idea what good work was. He couldn't see anything but the best coming from someone as serious about Brinna. She seemed driven when it came down to writing, even if her expression was complacent at best. When it came down to passion, Hayden believed that everyone had one. The most miserable life was any lifespan that went without a choice of what a person's career could be. He was proud to say that he had learned soon enough that a life just working in a graveyard or digging ditches was not in the cards for someone as ridiculously intelligent as he was. Of course, he was a transfer and had only been accepted for his athletic talents, but he had made it regardless. Hayden was a proud man, mostly because he knew what hard work was: in sports and academics. He was no quitter. Once the two got their checks, he wanted to pay for her, but he saw that her money was already out. He frowned and took out his debit card. It always made the holes in his pocket seem smaller. He looked up at her when he heard her speak up again. He was definitely caught off guard when the words came out of her mouth. He cleared his throat and shifted a bit. "I... I would like that," he said, as if he had surprised himself. Someone like her probably didn't welcome people to her home or to read her personal writing often, at least not from what he could tell about her. "I would love that," he said suddenly, reinforcing it. Once the server came back with his card and their receipts, he lifted himself from his chair. "Lead the way, miss," he grinned at her. He felt like he should be back there, waiting tables. She still looked great compared to him. [/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 1,004 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden? menu: here hotel: here brinna noticed just how surprised he seemed. she should have been accustomed to surprising him at this point though she still could not fathom why he took and interest in the first place. brinna's personality was dry. when it wasn't dry it was full of hate. she had a dislike for just about everything which was usually written plain as day on her face. she never looked to be interested in anything and she had a tenancy to be more blunt than was necessary just in order to keep people at bay. she didn't like the world. it would be a much better place if she was either missing from it or was the only one within a five hundred mile radius of anything else. she was much more content to have a lackey who did everything social for her simply so she could stay at home all day with her nose glued to the computer, doing the only thing that ever mattered to her, and ever would matter to her. the only way she ever came across as feeling, caring, or otherwise was when she was writing. it was the only way to see brinna for who she really was and honestly she liked it that way. she liked people not seeing what was underneath. aside from an appreciation for the name that was written under the title of their favorite book, brinna was a nobody to them and that was the way she liked it. paparazzi didn't know who she was because she refused to let anyone in in the first place. the only thing that ever tended to be reported on her was the fact that she was involved in some new production and that things were moving along at a slow pace which was the norm because brinna had to stick her fingers in every little aspect of the film she was doing. she was a perfectionist. if things didn't go her way then she had absolutely no problem with saying fuck you to the world and pulling her project, either hiding it away from the likes of day, or moving it on to someone with just as much passion for her work as she had writing it. she was flawed, in more ways than most people were flawed. the very air around her seemed to be a few more degrees colder than the surrounding air and that was the way she liked it. it helped to keep people away. so why oh why did this hayden character feel as though everything she did was intriguing? she wasn't intriguing. she wasn't even interesting and that was because it was a very well-practiced aura that she kept around herself in order to fade into the background. she didn't want to be famous. she didn't want everything she'd written to be made into some lifetime movie that had mediocre actors and an awful director. she didn't want to sell herself short at any given time. there were only a few cases in which something that she wrote for novel's sake had become otherwise and that usually only happened when someone who she had worked with before, and trusted, came to her begging to turn it into a film. otherwise she had a specific writing technique for film and it usually included a lot less details and a lot more filler. when she wrote for the camera it was a lot more bland, with a lot less that would be needed to be conveyed from an actor's perspective. why? because brinna's opinion of most actors was less than favorable, and her opinion of movies developed from novels and franchises were even less than such. so much of the meat from a novel had to be dumbed down or completely removed when making a film. directors didn't want to show the real meaningful scenes where a character's character was tested and the real argument of life was made in one simple scene. no they wanted blood, guts, gore, sex. they wanted meaningless dialogue that would get them a half-asses segue to more of the blood, guts, gore, and sex. so when she wrote especially for the camera she wrote half a story. she put in half the time. and yet she still worked wonders. go figure. she heard hi reiterate his excitement about reading some of her things but didn't react to it. she simply nodded and stepped away from the seat, grabbing her things. she turned without hesitation, letting him follow behind as she headed for the elevator and punched the proper button. she wasn't one to take his hand and actually lead the way. he was a grown ass man, he could follow perfectly fine on his own. besides, physical contact, when it wasn't merely physical, was worse than conversation to brinna. they rode the elevator in silence as they climbs the twenty or so floors it took to get to the proper floor. once the doors dinged and opened, brinna stepped off and took a left toward her door. she unlocked it with the key card and pushed open the door, waiting for hayden to take the door before she walked away. "you may sit if you like." she gestured to the couch as she put her stuff down on the love seat and walked over to the suitcase that was taking up a portion of the floor. she wouldn't be here for long but there were a lot of mandatory things she took with her when she traveled, copies of her work being one of them. she pulled out three of her favorites, holding them securely in her hands as she rose from her squatted position without the use of her hands. there was something very regal about her. somewhat like a geisha but without the whore undertones. "these are some of my best." she said as she held the books out to him. "do with them what you will. i have more than enough copies back in new york." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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She was never going to change that, and it was beginning to dawn on him that whatever he had with her was never going to become anything truly serious... That is, if he had anything with her at all. It seemed that the "mixed signals" he got from her were a figment of his happy imagination. Brinna was just a cold girl who didn't want romance in her life. Hayden was warm and open for her, but none of that was received well. He understood that, but he was still trying desperately to make her change his mind about him -- whatever those thoughts were -- and make her see that he was legitimately trying to become her friend. That was his first priority, of course, and she didn't even seem to want that. During their very first encounter, she had made it seem like she only tolerated flings. He would never understand this woman, making her endlessly intriguing. Brinna's love for words was just another point in her personality that made Hayden want to look deeper into what made her tick. Brinna was like a clock without cogs; she was an ideal, an impossible human being. Hayden would display her if he could. He would study her until he knew why she was who she was. He was no psychologist, though, and he wasn't even a doctor. It was true, though, that his infatuation with this woman was partially scientific. He knew that she was different, that she was unlike anyone he had ever met before. It was as if Brinna had always been on a different radio frequency than the rest of the world. He began to wonder if people like her were common and if he had missed them in his lifetime. It couldn't be; all people had reasons to be cruel or cold, but Brinna seemed like a girl from a well-to-do lifestyle. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt his head. He looked at her face again, hoping it would soothe him. The woman took a stand without breaking the underlying awkwardness that was in the air between them at a perpetual rate. Hayden wasn't going to refuse her, so the man followed her like a lapdog. Being invited to a place where she was staying seemed... intimate, to say the least. She was doing it because she wanted to show him something of hers, and he appreciated the gesture more than he could ever tell her. Learning about her wasn't all about him. It also wasn't about her, either, at least not completely. He just wanted them to have some sort of relationship. Against his better judgment, he wanted to get close to this girl, and explaining it would be impossible. She was cold, callous, and socially unwieldy in so many ways. Even with these thoughts in mind, Hayden stepped into the elevator with her. He spent the short ride looking around at the smooth walls and the reflective metal in front of them. She looked truly beautiful, but she seemed to have a way of doing that without a flick of the wrist. She was effortlessly everything. Hayden had always been a hard worker. Mediocre but constantly trying as an actor, the man was a shoe-in for those who appreciated an improvement-seeker. Hayden was searching for something better than just being famous. He wanted to create something beautiful in the arts. Maybe that's where he and Brinna truly related; they had modes of self-expression that sustained them. He followed her into the room and obediently took a seat after looking around a bit. When he looked up, she was squatting down and pulling books out to show him. She lifted herself from the ground gracefully, once again showing him that the girl was defying air resistance. He couldn't imagine Brinna ever tripping or falling, physically or metaphorically. He smiled as he took the three copies into his hands. His hand habitually hovered over the loveseat to pat a welcome for her to sit, but he decided that she would do as she pleased. He turned his attention to the works in his hands. He picked up the first and went straight to the description. Structured and stratified, Hayden always had to know the main idea before leaping into reading a novel. "This is interesting, Brinna," he told her. "What inspired you to write this?" he asked her, smiling subtly. He wanted to get something out of her. He wanted to see that look on her face change to something with more light. [/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 726 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden? menu: here hotel: here it seemed like no matter how hard she tried the man before her was just going to keep poking and prodding at her until whatever it was he wanted her to say came from her lips. he kept asking her questions, kept digging at her for some kind of truth. it was like nothing she had said mattered. all he kept wanting was more, more, more, more. brinna had reached the point where she was starting not to care anymore. would it really kill her if one person knew a little more about her than anyone else? well technically she had already given him plenty more than she'd ever given to anyone and her heart had yet to stop beating. her hair had yet to spring from her head like a cancer patient. her skin had yet to grey and shrivel up on her petite, little frame. so maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to just talk to this one person. maybe. he could never really know her. as much as he could poke and prod at her there would never be a time when he would know exactly what she was feeling. beisdes, hayden had a strange way of seeing the exact opposite of her intentions when she did give him a little something to work with. like in the park when she'd shown a little vulnerability. brinna didn't know if he'd thought she was just toying with him or what but he had lashed out at her like she'd struck him for a second time. he had acted like she'd made fun of him or given him nothing when in reality she had given him more than she'd given just about anyone. hayden didn't know just how far he'd gotten. he hadn't necessarily worked his way under her skin in a positive manner. right now he was bordering the line between annoyance and the feeling of stepping on a thumb tack. he just had so much determination. none of it made sense to her. why after pushing him away did he give a shit. not many people would keep on trying after someone had clearly tried to make it seem as though they weren't interested, but after so many times brinna was getting sick of trying. she was getting tired with pushing. if he wanted to be around someone who was more verbally abusive than most people he'd ever come into contact with, well then so be it. he asked for it. she'd done her job hadn't she? she had done everything she knew how to get him to leave her alone and it hadn't worked. she'd even taken to shoving him aside when he'd really gotten her rattled and somehow that had translated into a thought process along the lines of "oh, i must befriend this one." didn't make sense to brinna but she was done trying to wrap her head around it. she was done trying to understand this hayden kid who not only graduated from a decent school but who could have been a doctor if he'd so chosen and figured his pretty face was better suited for television. oh well, his choice. brinna couldn't say she agreed, nor that she cared. she was after all a totally emotionless human being. it was her job not to give a shit right? she heaved a bit of a side as hayden attempted to tell her what to do in her own apartment. as if that would have some effect on her. instead she headed into the tiny kitchenette that held nothing more than a mediocre fridge, a foot of counter space, and some cabinetry. she pulled out a glass and poured herself some water before finally taking a seat. at least she'd acquiesced to his request. upon her return she noticed her was skimming over the information on the back of the book. "i like dramas. i like stories that aren't just fluff and happy endings." she said with a shrug. at least he was getting some answers. that should have made him happy. not that she cared at all. still she couldn't help but to lean in and push the first book aside, revealing the middle book. "this once has my favorite characters. their dynamic was fun to write." she mused, pulling her hand away before his touched her own. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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He had stale party boy habits. He was shy at first with most people, but once that faded, he liked keeping others around. He didn’t like wasting his time with first introductions without seconds ones to look forward to. With Brinna, he felt like she had never even wanted a first introduction, but a part of him believed that she was actually a little bit attracted to him. Not that Hayden had a huge ego, but what had he done to make her feel the opposite of enticed? He had only been good to her, after all, and that could usually win a person over. Being invited to a place where she was staying felt undeniably intimate, even if the only reason was likely to be her writings that were in need of exposure. She wanted him to see what she had been working on. If that wasn’t interesting, Hayden didn’t know what was. Hayden didn’t take offense when Brinna got herself water. When she sat beside him, he was actually satisfied, but the distraction caused by her novels seemed to diffuse it. Hayden was legitimately curious about what she liked to write about. Hayden, predicting her movement, made sure not to reach out and touch her before she drew away. Brinna’s cautions weren’t like a small animal’s. Each move was cool and calculated. She was almost vindictive. As attractive as Hayden thought she was, he wasn’t going to jump her bones at the next chance. He smiled lightly when he looked at the novel. He read the description and nodded his head at her. She was so… Ayn Rand. “What’s the character like?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side as he scanned the cover for any glaring details that would give him more information. Hayden couldn’t sum up his life’s work in a book or three. His work hadn’t truly begun just yet: he was on a Johns Hopkins high in his life, capable of provoking gasps and conjuring an impressive resume with his schooling. The issue Hayden had with that was the fact that he wouldn’t be able to utilize that degree to do much, at least as long as he was acting. He volunteered at the hospital when his schedule was open, but it wasn’t the same as leading research or starting his own practice. These inadequacies kept him up at night, and he hadn’t told a soul. No one would really understand that. “I wish I could write,” he mused himself. He glanced up at Brinna. She looked regal without an effort, a quality of hers that Hayden would never come to understand. “I can write science. I mean, I can even write math. Not this.” He glanced down at the novel in his hand once again. He set the others on the table in front of them so he could focus on her favorite. The works in front of him seemed to be the only objects in the Universe she cared about, and they were her own creations. Obviously selfish in a strictly objectivist manner, Brinna had developed a lifestyle based on her own accomplishments. She impressed herself, which seemed to be just enough for her. She didn’t care to make others feel happy with themselves. Hayden wasn’t a complete people-pleaser, but he couldn’t imagine being Brinna, living life in solitude. Her heart was locked away somewhere, and Hayden was sure that no one would get to it. Who knew what she would do for the rest of her life? Could she stay in this place for the next fifty years? “I bet what you write is pretty good. I’ll have to read it sometime, Brinna,” he smiled sincerely. He wasn’t big on reading novels, but he was invested in Brinna’s abilities. As interested as Hayden was in bedding girls and running from commitments, he wasn’t a fool or a jerk. He just didn’t want to be tied down. If he had to be cruel to someone for them to let go at quicker pace and go on with her life, he would do just that. Maybe that’s why Brinna was so direct and quipped when she spoke with him. At some point, she wouldn’t see him anymore, not unless she initiated an encounter. That seemed unlikely, though, and these thoughts ran through Hayden’s mind as he absently stared at her expressionless face. [/style]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 853 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden? menu: here hotel: here hayden probably didn't know it but in his persistence he was weaseling his way up to friend territory. of course it was likely that hayden would probably never know about that though because brinna was in total and complete denial of the whole situation in the first place. she didn't want to admit that someone's constant nagging at her and asking her questions was actually having an effect. she didn't want friends. she hadn't wanted anything for a very, very long time and that was for her own sake. there were some people in this world who just weren't born with the ability to socialize. they were people who just wanted to be left to their own devices in their own little world where nothing could touch them. brinna was one of those people. having other in her life didn't soothe anything. it didn't replace something she had considered lost to begin with. brinna did not feel like a piece of her was missing simply because there weren't people in her life. there were people who wanted to be there, like her family members. brinna's mother would have given her right foot just for her daughter so say she wanted her at some point. brinna said that she loved her from time to time but with a person with as dry a personality as brinna had, it was hard to be taken really seriously. but hayden for some reason could not be swayed and brinna didn't understand why. she certainly couldn't imagine herself wanting to be around someone who detested her very presence so much but at the same time brinna also couldn't imagine wanting to be around someone in the first place. she was just a very analytical creature with a bright and vast imagination. all of the wonder of the universe was reserved for her books. otherwise brinna just looked at the world through cold, calculating eyes. she weighed everything in an instant to see whether something benefitted her or not. if it didn't benefit her then it didn't need to happen which tended to be the biggest reason why brinna didn't socialize with people or try to make friends. she didn't see the point in it. if she wanted to get ahead in this world she would do so by the merit of her work. she didn't feel the need to make friends just so she could get something published quicker or make a living faster. brinna had everything that she needed financially. she would never hurt for anything in this world which made it easier to say no and to have the kind of incredible patience that brinna had. not everyone could take a project that was on the brink of being made into a major motion film or a major dramatic television hit, and pull it simply because a few details were being overlooked. brinna had that luxury. if people didn't want to present her projects the way that she had intended then she had no problem with people not seeing them ever. her desire was not to put her projects on display for the world like some plaque of achievement. she didn't need anyone else's criticism or approval to feel as though she had brought something into this world. brinna had the confidence enough in her ability to know that the things she wrote were worthwhile because if she didn't think they were, they never saw the light of day. she was proud of herself because she knew what she could do. she had a clear-cut ability to write and she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. what she didn't need were shelves upon shelves of awards that reiterated what she already knew about herself. "a select few actually can write." brinna mused aloud before taking a sip of her water. "there are far too many in this industry who believe they can do so and match up to nothing more than a fourth grader's creative writing essay." there was a little tone of bitterness there for sure. writing was a sacred art and brinna firmly believed that if you couldn't fully make a picture in a reader's mind simply by using the right words, then you weren't meant to be a writer and should be shot for contributing to the writing industry in the first place with your slop. far too many crapy writers outnumbered the good, making the good a rarity. brinna firmly believed she was one of those select few. "yes well, this one definitely spoke to me while writing." she said as she scooted closer, looking at the front cover art as she recalled the time with a glint of nostalgia. "i couldn't tell you why but i was especially invested in the story at the time. something about it just inspired me. i doubt it would have done so early or later on but for the time it had been perfect. if you pay enough attention, you might notice the difference in the writing styles between this book and the others. i just couldn't seem to write it fast enough." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 705 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden? menu: here hotel: here brinna didn't see what letting this one person into her life could accomplish. she really couldn't see anything in her life that would be better when shared with someone. she'd lived her life alone practically all her life because that had been the way she liked things. brinna had always done things by herself, even when prodded to go the opposite route. she never deviated. brinna was stubborn in her way of thinking but that was because she knew just what worked for her and what didn't. she knew that working with a group of other people was so stressful on her that she couldn't participate to the fullest extent and if she was going to be involved in something then she wanted to be sure that it had her distinct thumbprint on it. brinna didn't want to let her grades go asunder simply because she couldn't be aware enough to catch when someone was making a stupid mistake. after a while people stopped fighting her, mostly because the kids forced to work with her hated it as much as she did. no one liked working with her for obvious reasons. where else could brinna had developed her knack for telling people what to do. she'd had to learn it somewhere and for her there was no better lackey in her opinion than a high school-er who had no option to leave who knew that a good grade was in order. of course in the end brinna got to work by herself, something that made her the happiest for sure. she never had to worry about other people's input when she worked alone. brinna always tended to have a plan. she knew the way she wanted a project to work out and she worked accordingly. she hated working in groups where people doubted her so and she was forced to shut them up by showing them what she meant. it was all just one big hassle. needless to say she was used to working on her own. that was perfectly fine. that way if brinna screwed up, no one else would have to go down with her. if she had a big success, no one stepped in to try and steal the thunder. brinna couldn't care less if there was thunder to steal in the first place, she was doing what she loved to do. that might be the only positive thing about having someone around to talk to, the fact that she could tell someone about her love for writing. logically telling someone all about her love for writing didn't make it any more significant but she could see why some people would choose to divulge things about what they cared about. it was nice to be able to share your opinion with someone. it made absolutely no difference in the grand scheme of things but just being able to say it aloud and not look like a crazy person was nice. hayden seemed so engrossed in her responses as well. it felt like she was finally giving him something to work with when she talked about it. he at least seemed to be paying more attention than before when he'd been working so hard to get answers out of her. something there was renewed, like he cared yet again. "the ideas came faster than my fingers could type. it was getting to the point where my thoughts got jumbled and i'd had to revise quite a few times. that doesn't happen very often." it was true though. the perfectionist in brinna never really let her stray too far from the storyline but in this particular story she had been writing possible scenes and then scrambling to see which fit, which were crazy, and which would just have to wait for another time. "notebook? no. but i do always tend to have my laptop with me. i can get things written out faster with a computer than with a piece of paper." she said with a shrug. after a moment of silence brinna looked over at hayden, a curious expression on her face. "why acting? of all the things you could be, the things you have the smarts to be, why choose acting?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I WISH YOU DIDN'T HAUNT ME SO The Words: 766 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: hayden. yeah we can close now. writing was the only thing that seemed to drag brinna's soul to the surface. she honestly didn't know why writing was the only functional thing she seemed to be able to do but at the same time she never questioned it. she knew that she would never be a functional member of society and that worked for her. she didn't try to change who she was just to make other people more comfortable and she certainly try to do so in order to fit in. because brinna liked her solitude it was more convenient to just embrace her weirdness which tended to keep people at bay without much work. they wanted little to do with her, and she wanted even less to do with them. it was a happy little agreement between herself and the rest of the world and what they had was working swimmingly. she had been left alone to do her work and they enjoyed her novels or her films without much of a care as to who may have written it in the first place. honestly how often was it that someone said, "oh i like this writer, let's go see this movie". hardly ever. you had your famous directors who made a certain kind of movie you either loved or hated, certain producers who either catered to your kind of audience or didn't, and then of course there were the famous faces. the actors and actresses whose personal lives you tended to know better than your own. people who created so much gossip that there were television shows geared to tell you all the new gossip that had to do with their lives. people actually watched these shows, or followed these websites, more than they did their homework, more than they watched the news, more than they lived their own lives. well brinna said so be it. she was happy to let someone else take the spotlight and just write the things she wrote in private. it was just the type of person she was. she had no problem in people watching. she was french after all. people watching was the national past time. she enjoyed watching the dynamics of strangers as they passed by the table, totally oblivious to her curious ways as she caught bits and pieces of random conversations. it made good for inspiration. brinna would pick and what people said and turn it into fodder for her writing. she would see a crazy person roaming the streets and she would be inspired enough to make a character from that. she enjoyed doing what she did. brinna honestly had so much fun just watching people and letting that be the springboard for her writing, but that couldn't be achieved if she was too busy fending off people which was why she liked her anonymity. that was why she preferred to watch instead of speak. that was why hayden's presence was such a distraction for her. he kept trying to get to know her, kept trying to get information out of her, and all brinna wanted to do was sit back in her silence and write. maybe it was an odd thing to want what she did but she didn't care. it had worked for her for twenty-five years so who was to say it wouldn't continue to work for her? "maybe i'm just the new breed." she said with a shrug as she reached out to her glass and took a sip fo water. she was interested in why he would choose this career over one of such stability though. she couldn't help but to ask him a question or two, even when she'd told herself it was the last thing she wanted, to encourage conversation. "i suppose it's not stupid if it's something that you want. it does seem odd to me, but i just don't understand it the way you do." she thought aloud, her french accent crystal clear with her words. she listened to him speak, nodding intermittently as he explained what he could to her. yep, it still didn't make sense to her but that was why it was his decision making and not hers. "if that's what you want to do then you should. no one's stopping you." she paused for a moment and watched him stretch. he looked like he was ready to go and brinna wasn't about to stop him. "well, it's getting late. i have work to get back to." she hinted as she stood, taking her glass with her as she walked to the kitchen to empty it out. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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