// free your heart

[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 611 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. not impulsive her ass. regan didn't know why she was on this plane. maybe it was for her own enjoyment or maybe it was because of his challenge. either way it didn't really sit right with her that he had her pegged so well. if he did that meant that she wasn't at all impulsive. that wasn't true. she'd gone to the caribbean on an impulse because she was running away from information she really wanted nothing to do with. alright so maybe she ran away more for her sanity than anything else but she hadn't taken weeks to plan it. she may have left to get the hell away but it had definitely been on impulse. she didn't even know why it was bothering her. maybe because under most circumstances he was correct. regan wasn't much of an impulsive person. she did what she was asked to do, she planned things out for weeks in advance, etc. usually it only meant that she worked interviews and red carpet events into her schedule of working out and sitting about her house. regan didn't do a lot with her time. in fact bradley was pretty damn right about her. she was boring. her days consisted of a morning workout, breakfast, lunch, walking her dog penny, and dinner by herself. she didn't do a lot with her time and honestly she never had. her days got a little more hectic when it came time to promote something she'd been working on but most of the time if she wasn't working on a film or promoting it she was home. she actually was boring and that was something very, very depressing to her. she didn't want to be this way. she wanted to be exciting but still be herself which may have been the reason why when bradley had asked her to come to chicago she had agreed. she didn't want to be boring and if she could prove to one person that the innocence she carried could still be fun then maybe she could feel comfortable with being her brand of "boring." she had seated herself in first class and still managed to get a seat next to a man who was drooling all over her. didn't people understand that she wasn't her character? this man had even gone so far as to call her "that hermione girl" on more than one occasion until she'd put ear plugs in her ears to drown him out and pretended to sleep. it was only after about thirty minutes of faking sleep that she dared look up to check on him. sure enough he had eventually stopped watching her and had taken to sleep himself. once she was sure he was out regan asked to be moved to a free seat. she'd sat alone for the rest of the flight, happily so. she'd dragged a small wheeled carry on behind her as she deplaned, walking down the terminal toward the arrows which pointed to the baggage claim. holy hell she'd actually flown to chicago on a whim. if only her disbelievers could see her now. as regan approached the end of the terminal where the security check sat which only allowed ticketed passengers through, regan could just make out the blonde head of hair who had convinced her she should make this kind of move. she smiled proudly as she walked through the exit and into "common" territory, on her way to the baggage claim. "told you i could be impulsive." regan said with a smirk as she came within earshot of bradley. "to the baggage claim!" she exclaimed, throwing her arm up into the air. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down Bradley wore a victorious smile as he walked down the corridor of his hotel, past the main desk, and into the windy air of Chicago, Illinois. Yesterday on set, Bradley had been a wee bit bored, so he'd texted his good acquaintance, Regan. The conversation began just like any other conversation might. The usual greetings were exchanged as well as the most common questions anyone engaging talk with asked. About half-way through, Bradley developed the brilliant idea to ask her to visit him. The cast of Dog Days were the only company Brad had to keep him. Danny and Raynold pulled him into the city on some nights, but a recent spurt of drama made being around the two goobs unbearable. Danny was obviously in love with Jaiden, and Raynold was in the same boat with two separate ladies. Honestly, Brad didn't care enough to follow either story. He'd just heard some rumors. Regan wasn't the first woman he'd asked to keep him company. Desiree had been the first, followed by Natalia, Ryland, Schuyler, and Bianca. He felt as if he was forgetting someone, but he couldn't think of who for the life of him. He promised to make all of them feel special one way or another, and that's all he needed to say in order for them to waste their cash in a plane ticket to see him. His sexual appeal provided a great bait, though Regan was coming on different terms entirely. Bradley knew from the start sexual appeal would only drive the boring pixie-cut chickie away. He took a different approach with her. Based on his observations of her lifestyle, he decided that she didn't live the most fascinating life despite her being the world-known actress of "Hermione Granger." She was a homebody, someone who holed herself up in her room unless stepping out into the New York air was a necessity. He challenged the woman. His move was as simple as that. Rather than outsmarting him, deflecting his request, she was easily lured into his awaiting trap. The procedure didn't take long at all. She was probably looking for tickets twenty minutes in. Now, a day later, the screen in the airport's main lobby informed him that her flight had just landed. She'd have to come past security in order to reach the baggage claim. Bradley did when he arrived. Sure enough, her short, brown hair could be spotted making her way through the crowds. "Told you I could be impulsive," Regan told him. Bradley mirrored her smug smirk with ease. Whereas she thought she was the grand schemer of their game, he was actually five points ahead. He was the one who convinced her. "Was there ever any doubt?" he taunted. He hadn't expected her to take more than a carry-on, to be honest. "How long are you staying?" Brad asked, curious. He'd hate for his arrangements to overlap. He couldn't lose Regan's trust in him quite yet. He had taken the leap to trust her when he'd gone home with her the other night. She was returning the clue by coming to Chicago that much he knew. TAGGED REGAN WORDS 527 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

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[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 823 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. regan knew that it was likely she was playing right into bradley's hands but a part of her had really wanted to go. regan had only been to chicago a few times for harry potter premieres but she'd never really had a chance to stop and look around. she hadn't been able to sight see the way other tourists could. she was a busy woman during potter tours. she was often in the states one day for a premiere and off to somewhere like london, madrid, paris, or milan the next day. for some reason they always jumped back and forth. there wasn't any good way to schedule premieres so that the stress was less on the actors. no the policy was that you attended every one and let the make up professionals make up look bright eyed and bushy tailed. they must have done an amazing job because regan was always exhausted. after every interview and premiere tour was over regan made sure to take a few days off to just sleep and re-acclimate. it was hard on the body to do as much as she and other actors and actresses did. it was no wonder that a majority turned to something harmful and/or illegal just to help them cope with situations. regan, of course, never had but that didn't mean that she was better than everyone else. for all she knew the quick cigarette after hopping off a plane could have been beneficial to her sanity, if not completely detrimental to her health. regan was a bit of a health nut. she liked good, healthy, preferably organic food. she was the type to treat her body "like a temple" in which nothing bad ever went in unless it was really necessary. but everyone had their weak spots. for regan it was chocolate. chocolate was regan's equivalent of crack. she couldn't do without it in most situations. but it was a treat and regan had decent willpower, enough to make her come across as a saint on most occasions. that often bothered her. it was a lot of pressure to be considered one thing when you honestly just felt normal. her standard of living might have been higher compared to other people but that wasn't without a strict sense of willpower and a determination to not let herself fall to any vices. it could be said that regan's vice was not having vices. she didn't smoke, she didn't drink, in most occasions she didn't binge eat on things that would clog your arteries and lead you to an early grave. she didn't jaywalk, didn't eat after 8 o'clock most of the time, etc. but it was most likely that even though she treated her body with such respect that she would die the same way everyone else did. she could get hit by a bus tomorrow and if that was the case would she regret any way that she'd lived her life? no, probably not. regan was so used to this way of living that she didn't know any other way to lead her life and that was okay. she didn't need someone around to pressure her into drinking or smoking or doing drugs. regan wasn't looking for some way to make her happier. she was already happy enough as it was. well, happy enough. what a lot of people didn't see was that regan was lonely. she was a homebody because it was easier to avoid people on the streets but that didn't mean that regan didn't want anyone in her life. people tended to come sweeping in and zooming out in the same fashion. they would meet her, change her life in some way, and then just disappear. cooper had done it, hector had done it, and maybe bradley too was on the list of people who just wanted her in short bursts. she really didn't know. but regan was so tired of being alone that she was willing to put herself out there and see where it led. hence her presence in chicago, as a tourist. "on your end, yes." she replied before his next question. "not more than a few days." she'd been smart to restrict herself. four days, max. that's what she'd promised herself as she'd bought tickets that were chicago bound. she wouldn't stay more than four days. she walked past him and headed toward the baggage claim next. regan always disliked traveling because of the risk of always losing her luggage. it made her happy when her bag was firmly gripped in her hand and she knew that there weren't any more concerns. the bags had already begun to circulate when they arrived and it didn't take long for regan to find her coach luggage, a petite one to reiterate her small amount of time in chicago, and heft it off the conveyor belt, landing by her side on all four wheels. "where to now?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down Bradley hadn't actually written up an itinerary for Regan's stay in Chicago. He figured they'd figure things out as they went along. That's what he did with everyone else. Some were even satisfied with holing up in his hotel suite. They had good reason to enjoy themselves, too. Bradley rarely disappointed anyone when he let them step foot into his realm. In fact, most girls left yearning for more. Depending on Bradley's mood, he granted or denied access. There had to be a system to his habits in order for him to protect himself against human emotion. Hooking up with someone more than once was a rare occasion. Married men and women slept with each other monogamously. Bradley wasn't married, therefore there was no reason for him to be faithful. He made exceptions only for the best. Like Desiree. She was scheduled to come one of these days. He wasn't sure when. Bradley was looking forward to her visit. Des didn't understand Brad's past. No one truly did other than his manager. Even she didn't know everything. Vera knew bits and pieces, much like Regan here, but no one knew the full truth. He didn't want anyone to know everything. That'd force him to admit that he actually trusted someone. He couldn't risk that. Trust transformed into other, more intimate, relationships. Like marriage. Brad shook his head at the thought. No, there was no need for anyone to listen to his life's course. If a producer caught wind of his life, they'd automatically gobble up every drop. Next thing Brad knew, he'd be cast as some lameass wanna-be blonde actor. The whole world would enjoy his deepest secrets on a wide screen while he cringed knowing that millions pitied the male lead. Him, essentially. He couldn't have that, either. "That's not true," he argued. "I had complete faith in you." Bradley's words sounded sincere despite their truth value. He'd doubted her from the very moment she questioned his belief in her. How could someone look at her and not expect anything but a penny-loafer-and-pencil-skirts kind of girl who didn't dare break the rules? She probably didn't even cross a street unless there was a crosswalk in view. He led her down the corridor in order to fetch her bags. She explained that she wasn't planning on staying for more than a few days. Good, Bradley thought. He threw her a cursory glance. "That sounds reasonable," he replied. His voice betrayed nothing. Nothing at all. Bags were already spewing from a hole on the opposite wall as they arrived at the baggage claim. Bradley stopped at her side and waited until she lunged for a Coach bag on the conveyor belt. "Here, let me take that," Brad offered. He held out his hand for her to surrender her bag. He wasn't usually one for chivalry, but he figured doing something selfless might earn him a few brownie points. He could use as much cushion as he could scrounge up. "I didn't really have a plan for the day's festivities," he admitted. "Just say the word and we'll go wherever you'd like." He really hoped she wouldn't drag him to a museum. "Think of me as your undeniably hot personal chauffeur." TAGGED REGAN WORDS 546 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES REPLY DOS.

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[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 540 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. regan was nervous. she'd never really done this kind of a thing before. no one had ever talked her into doing this kind of thing either. regan didn't travel much. she had a thing about planes and crashing and dying and carnage so bad you couldn't tell whose body you were looking at in the wreckage, that kind of thing. the fact that she had agreed in the first place had showed just how much bradley's words had gotten to her. she hadn't even stopped to think about how she was getting to chicago until the moment she had agreed. but she'd still come. a promise was a promise and she wasn't about to back out, no matter how much flying had bothered her. she'd sat white knuckled through the whole thing and had come out on top. she wasn't dead after all. that was at least a start. but she was true to her word which put her now in chicago. still she wasn't sure what it was about bradley's challenge that had made her want to hop on a plane in the first place. usually other people's standards for what defined boring and interesting didn't appeal to her. usually she was fine to just be herself while others did as they pleased to entertain themselves but for some reason that hadn't been enough this time around. she didn't know why. regan didn't drink because it didn't appeal to her but she never really cared if other people did it. she didn't dance on tables because she was a little too modest for something so attention worthy but she bared no ill will toward people who wanted to do such a thing. but when the tables were turned and she was the one feeling the judgment, regan seemed to cave. she wasn't sure how much she liked having learned that new piece of information. she surrended her bag to him as they headed out and just listened to him speak. her face shown a little disappointment when he said he hadn't planned anything. well then why was she here? she could have stayed home and not planned a thing. then she wouldn't have had to spend money on a plane trip and wouldn't have had to amp up her nervousness on the trip over. "oh, um alright." she said quietly, nodding along. she was disappointed to say the least. he had made such a great effort to get her here with his challenges and whatnot, so why did he want her to come if they weren't going to do anything? regan was a homebody. she liked to sit around and do nothing, but if she was going to come to a new city as a tourist because someone asked her to, she would have figured they would have at least tried to figure out something to do with her while she was around, seeing as it was such a short time anyways. she didn't say it, but regan felt a little regret at the moment. she'd fallen into a bit of a trap and it seemed like brad could have cared less whether she'd come or not. "we'll think of something." she said as she walked along behind him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down Regan's reaction wasn't extraordinary. In fact, she arrived with a humdrum air about her. Bradley supposed he couldn't blame her. After awhile, habits became a lifestyle. There wasn't anyone who knew better than Brad. Nevertheless, he snatched away her bags and continued on his way through strands of people. For Regan's fame, he was surprised no one had run up to her and begged for her autograph. Were her fans aware of just how vanilla Regan McQualid could be? Right now, Brad wasn't about to cross the possibility off the list. He'd seen a couple of her interviews. Regan wasn't much more than a mouse. He, on the other hand, was a lion. The pride leader, stubborn, proud, and reliant on women. Bradley cast another glance in Regan's direction at her words. They seemed sheepish, more so than usual. Was that another queer habit of hers? She had stages of quiet, quieter, and quietest? He couldn't suppress the chuckle that formed in his throat. There were so many unanswered questions floating aimlessly in his mind. For example, how could Regan be content with the seclusion she condemned herself to? Bradley knew there were idiots in the world. He was one, after all. How did she find happiness in sitting at home doing whatever homebodies did? Was that just the thing? Was Regan really happy? There was a thought. "C'mon," he urged. "Being here will be good for you." Television was proven to destroy brain cells. As long as they avoided watching movies and poorly-written soaps, her visit was definitely in her favor. He had a hunch she'd be against any sort of exercising, particularly the "bedroom" variety; in that way, he wasn't entirely sure how her presence even began to benefit him. Oh well. He was actually convinced Regan was about to suggest a museum. Chicago was famous for art, apparently. Art and aquariums. Bradley clutched her bag in one hand and reached for his iPhone with the other. The screen was shattered near its center. The cracks had spread since the initial impact, but he couldn't be bothered to repair the device. There was nothing wrong with its function. He could browse the web, send texts, and stream videos via Netflix. A few causalities had been inflicted on his thumbs from glass protruding from the screen, but a quick lick fixed that problem both times such an event occurred. Only a few words were illegible as he read information off a website. All the "attractions" that appeared in the article seemed like great fun... for grandmas and grandpas. Where were the clubs? Where were the thrilling amusement parks? Hell, Bradley would settle for a circus. In the end, there wasn't anything that appealed to his tastes. Then again, his tastes would probably send Regan running back to New York with her tail in between her legs. That is, assuming she had one. "Uh... we can visit a theatre, another theatre, a museum, or, um... an orchestra, whatever the hell that is..." To be honest, he wasn't even sure if he'd pronounced "orchestra" right in the first place. Whatever. This was Regan's time in Chicago. He promised to be her chauffeur. Karma had better reward me one of these days, Bradley thought as he led her to the curb. Dog Days loaned him a black SUV. Apparently, it'd help keep away the paparazzi. Quite frankly, Brad couldn't see himself in anything more conspicuous. Bad guys and the C.I.A. drove black vans in movies. He was just Brad Ferrero, America's infamous Hollywood asshole. TAGGED REGAN WORDS 592 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES finally found some muse.

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[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 795 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. regan was more unimpressed than anything. she would have figured that bradley would have at least taken a little consideration as to what they might do together since he had been the one to goad her into showing up in the first place. but it seemed like that was just too much to expect from him. she shouldn't have been all that surprised. this was in fact the man she had practically had to scrape up off the concrete just because she couldn't stand to leave him alone in his drunkenness. hell she would haven't been surprised if he'd asked her when he was practically gone and then just forgot about her until she wound up showing up. he'd been at the airport to pick her up so maybe he'd actually remembered something but he hadn't cared. she felt bad standing here now, in chicago, because he'd asked. well, she might as well enjoy herself right? it was funny how the first five minutes in chicago could have drained her of all the happiness she had arrived with so easily. well that was unfair to the city really. chicago itself hadn't done anything to ruin the good mood she had arrived in. that was all on bradley's head. and he couldn't seem to care less either. it was obvious that bradley didn't care about her having a good time, certainly not for her own benefit, so she would just have to do so herself. she could be mean. she could drag him around to all the places she found to be beautiful, tantalizing, incredible, all of which he would have found dull, dreary, boring. it sounded like a good retribution to her. what did it really matter anyways? she would be gone in a matter of days and he would be back to doing whatever it was he wanted to do. see people often saw regan as boring with a dull personality that resembled that of a menopausal woman but to regan she saw herself as responsible, adult. who cared if she was twenty-one years old. that didn't mean that she had to act like an idiot. it was her personal preference to go about life in a responsible manner and she did so because it made her feel happy. regan didn't care about how she was perceived. she didn't act this way for anyone else's benefit but her own. so what if she would rather donate her money to charity and be a kind and generous person instead of spending away all of her money blowing it on drugs, booze, nightclubs, expensive cars, etc. that just wasn't who regan was. she would happily buy a used but sturdy car over something flashy any day of the week and she didn't leave the house because she didn't like being swamped by tons of people and the feeling of obligation to sign every scrap of paper thyey pushed at her or smile for every picture they demanded. as much as she loved her fans and just how wonderful they were, regan didn't know how to say no or at least she didn't like upsetting people, so she would end up standing outside of her apartment for thirty minutes just signing away instead of going to the grocery store like she needed to do in order to eat. it was insanity but that was the price she paid for taking on the role that she had. regan knew this was her burden. she had accepted it a long time ago. but she didn't like to bathe in the spotlight. she didn't find it necessary and as such she didn't leave the house much. but it was by her choice. she chose not to be that type of person because she was happier that way. she could tell even from here that bradley thought she was an idiot for thinking such things. his whole basis for her coming out to see him in the first place was all because he didn't think she had the guts to do it, meaning he thought very little of her lifestyle choices. "i'm sure the museums and orchestras would be lovely." she said with a slight bite as they headed out to the curb where bradley's not so inconspicuous car was parked. she helped him tuck her things into the back before she silently walked to the passenger's side and slid into the seat. she was thoroughly unimpressed at this point and wondering if she was totally off base to show up in the first place. "or, you know, i'm kinda tired. maybe i should just hit my hotel room and we can do something some other time." her voice reflected the total lack of interest she was feeling at the moment. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down At this point, Bradley honestly didn't know what to think. He was already yards away from his comfort zone, and Regan continued to throw him curve balls. That was the problem with women who respected themselves. Needs had to be met or else all hell broke loose. Mostly for this reason, Brad preferred the insecure types, the ones who'd bend at his will rather than their own. If he was a leader, he'd probably be a dictator or overruled. He supposed the power of the people had something to do with his fate, though he wasn't certain how the power of the people was so important. Politics had never been interesting to him, nor money, history, and basically anything schools were obligated to teach. He'd been a teenage movie star. What time of day would he honestly need to know that George Washington was the first president of the United States while he was on set? Never! Not once would he need to know that tidbit of information. Dealing with Regan was definitely a bitter ride for Brad. While he tried his best to include her somehow, she was blocking him out. He'd even Googled places to visit in Chicago. How could he be more appealing to her? He wasn't about to jack a unicycle from a comedic bum and ride it, if that's what she had in mind. No, he'd probably scar up his face in the process, and he had a hunch Sianna wouldn't be too thrilled about repairing his face every day. The Danny vs. Raynold incident was a prime example of the delay simple injuries can cue. In the end, she decided to voice approval on the museum and orchestra. He figured she might pertaining to her elderly woman-like demeanor. "Alright, cool," Brad sighed, attempting to hide his displeasure. Desiree wanted to see an aquarium. Regan wanted to visit a museum. By the time Bradley left the city, he'd know a vast majority of history that he truly didn't care about. Yay... Bradley opened the trunk of the car and shoved Regan's bag behind the seats. She tried her best to help, but there was little for her to do. He may have overdosed twice before, all in attempts to end his life, but he was strong. Athleticism was a characteristic he always possessed. Once, he and a couple buddies of his had driven to the gym completely wasted. He'd gone in and benched half the amount he could bench sober, though not before he dropped the bar across his chest. Needless to say, there was a juicy bruise throbbing the next morning. Once they were inside the car, Regan looked unhappy once again. Another wave of annoyance passed through his system. This chick was ridiculous! He listened to her spiel about being tired with a scowl. "You didn't sleep on the plane?" he asked, skeptical. About ninety-nine point nine percent of everyone Brad knew slept during extended flights. After a moment, he paused and threw his hands skyward. "Y'know, never mind. If you want to go sleep, then you can go sleep." He revved the ignition of the black SUV, backed out, and began weaving his way out of the airport traffic. TAGGED REGAN WORDS 559 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES :3

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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 TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 828 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. regan didn't know why bradley had invited her here. she figured it was something to do with a whim or a challenge that he just hadn't thought she would go through with. that was the thing when you were winning a bet or challenge. even if you knew that the outcome wasn't going to be good for you, sometimes you held true to the path just to get the satisfaction of winning. from the moment she had landed regan hadn't felt like he'd even wanted her here and now it was seemingly more than obvious. he didn't seem to care about what possible decisions she could make and whether or not it even included spending time with him. well so be it. regan had come most due to the challenge that he had posed but damn it she had paid the money to be here and she was going to stop and see the sights. she'd been to chicago before but as for actually seeing the place? regan was ill-experienced. it was like that for just about every city she had done premieres in. rome, milan, paris, madrid, chicago, etc. all of them had been wonderful places for premieres but after that night regan was shipped off on a place for the next location. she never really got a chance to hang out and take a look around. wasn't travel part of the appeal of being a famous face? apart from the world learning who you were, the money, and the interesting lifestyle wasn't a whole other draw to fame the fact that you could go anywhere and do anything? yeah it sounded nice from an outsiders perspective but from the inside, with a schedule that was so jam-packed she hardly had a moment just to breathe. the places that she had been to were beautiful in their own way but could regan remember any of it? did she have a certain memory or emotion that evoked longing for the places she had been to? no, and why? because she'd never had any opportunities to actually experience things. that was her reasoning behind making an effort to come out to chicago on her own, see a friend who had dared her to show up in the first place, and finally see sights she had always wanted to see and see parts of the city she'd never been able to see before. it didn't feel like so much to ask but since the moment she had landed whatever dreams regan had built up for these few days had dissipated like a poof of smoke. now suddenly she was feeling tense, anxious, and she just wanted to turn around to the ticket kiosk and go right back home. it wasn't a nervousness or a paranoia thing. regan was used to traveling no matter how much she hated it and being in some new city really wasn't all that much of a shell-shocker for her. what she didn't enjoy was feeling like she wasn't wanted and that was the exact feeling she was getting from her current companion. she certainly didn't feel as though bradley was making any effort to spend time with her when she had only hopped on a plane at his insistence in the first place. she had hoped that he would have had at least something in mind instead of just flipping to his phone to look at options. you relied on google when you lost the directions to a restaurant. you relied on google when you weren't sure of the play time of the movie you wanted to go see. you didn't turn to google the moment someone you had asked to come see you got off a plane and say "alright well there's this, this, and this so pick one." that didn't say anything to regan in regards to bradley wanting anything to do with her. she shook her head in reaction to bradley's question. "no i'm a nervous flier. i was lucky i didn't have to tranquilize myself for the trip over." she said with a shrug. bradley's annoyance was obvious as he threw up his hands in defeat, leaving regan to feel lower than low. she looked out the window, avoiding his eyes completely as he drove his way out of the airport. "alright." she said quietly, meekly as she watched them maneuver around cars, past the exit, and out to the traffic of the surrounding city. regan took the opportunity to just train her eyes on the sights. at this point any novelty that had come with landing in some place she hadn't had the chance to experience before had melted away. now she was only left with bitter disappointment and an overwhelming desire to go home. she didn't want to be here anymore and she hadn't even been in chicago for more than an hour. this was definitely crazy by crazy's standards but regan couldn't fight what she felt, totally unwelcome. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down Bradley wasn't necessarily a people person. He could strut alongside big names and flash panty-dropping smiles at events his manager insisted he attend, but that didn't mean he enjoyed the presence of others. In fact, he completely despised other human beings. Their sympathetic eyes were gateways to hell. Pure, utter, torturous hell. Soft murmurs of solace weren't mandatory or welcomed in the big book of Bradley. He'd do away with pity the moment he took control of the world. Unfortunately, his day to rule would never surface. To rule meant to work, and work was yet another commitment Brad couldn't wrap his mind around. Regan wasn't aware of his poor hospitality, Brad was beginning to realize. Most of the magazines summed up his selfish nature fairly well. Directors, producers, and even costume designers never wasted their hopes and dreams on the likes of him. Without a doubt, Brad would have been worth millions had he learned to obey the rules of the industry. Great characters in novels often had a tragic flaw. Pride was a common, overused example. In The Old Man and the Sea, the old man refused to release his catch even after days at sea. In the end, he returned home with nothing more than the carcass of a Marlin and terrible aches throughout his body. For Bradley, his flaw was ignorance. He'd turned a blind eye to his mother's precautions as a child. He'd skated through school without picking up the stones his teachers laid out for him. Now graduated, he refused to embrace his manager's advice. The doctors didn't know what to do with him because he'd divert from their specific instructions. As a result, Brad was mentally and physically unfit. The probability of bodily malfunction increased with each day. None of the statistics mattered to Bradley Ferrero. In his mind's eye, he was worth more dead than alive. The big man upstairs probably pitied his cause. If God was merciful, he'd end Bradley's life and save the world from his rage. At this point, Brad had a hunch Regan would be thrilled to see him go. The disappointment in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The same look constantly flashed in the eyes of his father, manager, and doctors at the rehabilitation centers. No one understood why Bradley refused to improve. All of the tests he'd taken proved that the substances he relied on for mental stability were functioning as best as they were designed. It was Brad's own willpower, the power of his twisted mind, that held him from accomplishing wonderful feats. The only hurdle he needed to pass was himself, and no one knew how long that could possibly take. "Sleeping pills work wonders," Brad pointed out, smirking through the windshield. His temperament was far from stable, but he managed to crack a few sarcastic jokes to keep the air alive. Regan, he assumed, wasn't a fan of his witty humor. To be honest, he hated assholes, too. His father took the cake in that contest. Not even America's douchebag could trump him. The apple never falls too far from the tree, does it? For a fleeting moment, the comparison pressed Brad to make an effort. His thoughts battled one another until his conscience claimed victory. The car had been quiet for awhile before he offered to make a truce of sorts. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm being an asshole. This whole... visiting and touring shit is unfamiliar territory." TAGGED REGAN WORDS 582 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES not my best. sorry. D:

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[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 683 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. well wasn't this depressing. regan was feeling more and more like this was a mistake, more so than she'd ever felt before. this wasn't just a nervous issue. regan wasn't making herself feel this way just because she was out of her element and wanted to go back to new york where she was safe. she had wanted to come here. she had been excited to finally get a look at a city she'd been to but hadn't had the chance to experience. she wanted to roam the city and experience it in it's entirety but it was looking more and more like and impossibility now that she was feeling so completely uncomfortable. was it sad that she didn't even want to be sitting in this car anymore next to him? it was the air he was putting off. he didn't seem veyr happy with her which usually just tended to upset regan. she wasn't used to surrounding herself with people like brad. he wasn't her usual type. regan was so used to having people around her who only wanted to build her up because hell she was usually the one sucking the happy out of the room. regan had been in a deep, deep depression back before she'd gotten her hair cut. yes it was pathetic to admit that a haircut could do such wonders for her but it was true. lopping off her hair had made her feel less like hermione granger and more like regan annabelle mcquaid. she had missed feeling like herself. she hadn't felt that way since her age ranged somewhere in the single digits, back before she'd signed up for the franchise in general. cutting off her hair had given her a kind of freedom to really explore who she was and shed the outer coat of the character she had once played. the franchise days were over. there wasn't a time when she would have to go back and take up that role once again. she didn't have to kee herself from doing any projects, or from making any changes just so the movies looked sequential. no now she had a freedom she hadn't had before and it was a nice change. it was exactly what she had needed to do in order to close a big chapter of her life. so she'd done it and ever since regan felt like a million bucks, until today. regan hadn't smiled so much and been so happy, until this moment. now she didn't know what to do with herself. how awkward were these few days going to be if this was all she had to look forward to? maybe she would fake and illness and coop herself up in her hotel room until the day to leave came. somehow regan didn't think that bradley would mind all that much. he didn't seem to care about anything at all. "sleeping pills work wonders," regan didn't really acknowledge him, though she did hear him. she just stared off at the scenery as they passed, figuring that this, like all the times before when seh'd come through the city in a pretty dress for a premiere, was the only bit of the city she would be seeing. she would rather sit in silence then speak and have more words with hateful tones spilling from his lips. silence passed for a good deal of time before she heard those words coming from his lips. regan twisted her glace to him sharply, wondering if she'd heard him correctly or if she was just dreaming. but she wasn't mistaken as he continued on with his apology. "um, thank you." her brow still twisted with confusion but she did take it to hear, as mirrored by her tone. "it's new to me too. i've never really been able to travel before, at least not for myself." but she left it at that because she didn't know what else to say. she didn't know bradley well so she figured any suggestions she would have had, assuming she had any, would be cast aside as fodder anyways. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[bradley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #1e1e1e; border: #1e1e1e 10px solid;] let the rain come down When Bradley was younger, he was eager to do favors for his mother. She normally rewarded him with a piece of candy or some story about her work. Brad sucked up the attention like a straw. These days, those memories were under lock in key in a cobweb-infested portion of his brain. Cameron wasn't remembered without incisions, gashes inflicted by the spiders banning him from his few days of happiness. Regan reminded Brad of his mother. The words Regan said in the park had yet to be forgotten, and her gentle pushes in the right direction hadn't been disregarded. Cameron had the same effect on Brad, essentially. Somehow, she was able to push through Brad's rough exterior and implant all of her advice straight into his core. Regan did the same, except she wasn't twice her age, graying, and indefinitely banned from Brad's life. Bradley couldn't recall the last time he had seen his mother. She was alive, he believed, but he wouldn't be surprised if she completely wiped Cameron Ferrero off the grid with a new identity. If Brad could, he'd shed his father's wretched name. Why else would he attempt to end his life twice? Slowly but surely, he and Regan were making progress. He wasn't happy that he had been the bigger person and shot off an apology first, but he'd just have to put on his big boy pants and move on. He had invited Regan to Chicago in order to keep him company. The clowns on set weren't any use to him. They had their own cliques, and new members weren't currently being accepted. That left him an outsider, lonesome, tortured by his own being. Bradley also invited Regan to prove a point, but the latter sounded more sentimental and well-meaning. His manager insisted he needed to engage in "selfless" acts. Giving food to the hungry and money to greedy charities was exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Posing with deformed, hospitalized children and preaching false hope wasn't down his alley. He would "selflessly" show Regan the museums in Chicago. He would "selflessly" pay for dinner while she was around. He'd even "selflessly" send her a thank you note for coming. Afterwards, he could send a kindly worded letter to his manager describing just how girl-scout-esque he'd been. Oh, Bradley knew for a fact she'd be displeased. In her eyes, Brad did little right. All she would have to do was club him across the face in order to be the exact replica of his father. There wasn't any positive enforcements, only more restrictions. There wasn't a relationship, just a business card to check in with after the last day of filming. There wasn't any trust to be built, just a portfolio documenting every move Bradley has ever made for a documentary he probably wouldn't even be interviewed for. He used one hand on the wheel and the other to Google search Chicago's best museums. There was one close by, maybe. The Museum of Science and Industry. A few miles down the highway, he cut through traffic and exited accordingly. A few birds flew in his direction and various horns honked, but he reached his destination safe and sound. "Someone on set said this place was nice," he told Regan quietly. "I've never had a reason to go, but I'll pay for everything if you're interested. There's a couple more places, too..." He chanced a glance at her, unused to being so "selfless". TAGGED REGAN WORDS 582 words OUTFIT HERE NOTES <3 A LITTLE BETTER, I THINK.

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[regan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME TO YOU The Words: 1,016 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: brad. the real world was a rough one. it was full of hurtful, painful experiences that were ready to tear you down and break you. for the longest time that was what the world had done to regan. for the long time she had been just a lost soul, completely entangled in the debate about who she was. it was so hard to readily distinguish who she was from the character that she had played for so long, and it didn't help that the rest of the world associated her with her role as well. regan had no issues with the films. she had loved the franchise and didn't feel as though she'd made a mistake by taking part in it. she loved the people. the friends that she had made and come to be so close to felt like another family and the time that she spent filming held some of her absolute fondest memories. what was hardest was the time off, and now the time without. the people who had known her best were on set with her ninety percent of the time. they were people who knew when she was down and, more importantly, knew how to pick her back up once again. they were people who she held in the highest regard, the ones she called when something amazing happened. though regan didn't feel as though that was gone when she wasn't filming or now that everything was over, it was harder to go about life thinking that the people who knew her best were all over creation, all now doing their own thing. they weren't a gang anymore like they had been before and it all tended to feel so lonely. regan was in fact alone in new york. her family still lived in england on the family ranch, leaving regan to go about her life in the hustling, bustling town on her own. that was fine really, it had been what regan was prepared to do, but the reality was often harder than anything else. regan didn't like feeling alone probably about as much as she didn't like completely knowing who she was. she wanted to have a better sense of self than she did and though changing her appearance had helped there were a lot of factors that regan came in contact with on a daily basis that still made her stutter in her steps or move on with uncertainty. what regan needed in her life was someone who knew her better than she knew herself. someone who was willing to go the extra mile for her, but that was a lot to ask of the rest of the world. regan needed a lot. for all the good she did with her life, all the charities and whatnot, regan was still flawed. she still didn't know a lot about the real world and how it operated but most of all how she was supposed to operate within it. it had all been so much easier when her family or her director told her what she needed to do but now that chunk of her life was over. the dependence that she'd had on other people was no longer valid, leaving regan to sit in silence, totally unsure what to do with herself. she was a dependent person. she did need other people in her life in order to feel whole. she needed a second half to make her feel complete and she just hadn't found it yet. did she think that bradley was that other half? no. she really didn't. bradley wasn't in any sense the kind of man she needed. he wasn't the type who was willing to build her up when she needed it. he was selfish but rightfully so. bradley was more sure of himself in his worst moments than regan was in her best. he knew that he was flawed and he had embraced it unlike regan who did her dead level best to hide it. maybe he wasn't the best person out there but at least bradley had confidence and self assuredness in a way that regan would likely never possess. she didn't know what it was that would ever make her whole, all she could hope was that maybe someday she would be able to find whatever puzzle piece it was that was missing, whatever it was that she needed in order to bring herself up to a level that everyone else seemed to possess. really, regan wasn't prepared for a lot of this which was why she had become so disappointed when bradley had absolutely no plans for the time they would spend together. she didn't know what to expect and thus had hoped that maybe he would have a little clue in order to lead her in the right direction. where she was naive, he was strong. she had needed him to take charge and just want to spend time with her and it had hurt to see that this, her one big effort, had meant so little to him. because it had been a big thing for her to travel as she had. though it was probably just one more trivial moment in everyone else's life, it was a big moment for regan and bradley hadn't grasped that concept in the slightest. but he definitely seemed to be trying harder. in reality the two of them didn't compare in the slightest. she was a meek little door mouse and he was a lion. still, they were both trying to make an effort here and maybe the little push was good enough for the both of them. maybe now something good could come from this. regan looked out the passenger window as the car came to a stop, looking up at the building and the plaque that read museum. so he was trying. her ears picked up bradley's faint voice and regan nodded, turning her attention back to him. "you don't have to go so far as paying for me, but thank you. this looks lovely." she said with a growing smile. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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