NO FAIRY TALE CONCLUSION Y'ALL // SAMANTHA

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{ WE'RE JUST ORDINARY PEOPLE , }
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Ahhh retail therapy, Cameron's favorite. For every man and woman that didn't know him, this probably made Cameron seem quite homosexual. This coupled with his obvious problems talking to girls made it almost obvious that he was gay, right? Alas, Cameron had dealt with people questioning his sexuality for many years. He was a shy little guy who loved to dance, act, sing, and shop. He dressed impeccably (after all, his shoes always matched his hat) and he took immense pride in his fashion sense. To him, he just liked looking nice, but to others (mainly men) he had to be gay. He found mainly the people accusing him of such things were men in relationships whose girlfriends/wives/significant others were good friends of Cam's, and therefore they found him threatening. None of this was really that important to him, because he was not the kind of guy to steal a girl from any man...hell he could barely even speak to a girl without sweating profusely and tripping over his words. Anyway, I digress.

Shooting an action movie was no joke, and Cameron had never been more exhausted in his young life. Sure, life as a dancer, a singer, and a rapper had been extremely exhausting. But nothing could compare to spending 10+ hours a day shooting running, shooting, fighting, screaming, and sweating scenes in a hot studio and (starting in a few weeks) in a desert. It was crazy. Plus, he had to keep up a ridiculous diet and workout regimen to keep on the extra fifteen pounds of muscle he had been forced to pack on to ensure his role as the leading man in this action flick Six Lives. It was hard work, but he loved every minute of it for sure. He needed a break though, that was for damn sure.

So he decided to go shopping, but sadly was unable to go shopping with his best friend Blake Bailey, because she was busy filming a romantic comedy somewhere in New York City. He had missed her immensely, and he wished he had been given a long enough break in shooting to go visit her. But alas, this was part of being an adult, he supposed. So today he was shopping alone, dressed simply in a pair of tailored jeans that hung off of his hips and a white, red, and yellow plaid shirt. A red Boston fitted cap fit snug on top of his head and a pair of red and white Nike Dunks adorned his feet. He had just walked out of Armani, a large bag hanging from his left hand containing at least ten pairs of glasses and some dress shirts. He walked the streets with his head up, deciding where to head next when he bumped into a female he had not seen before him. "Oh my! I'm sorry!"

[/color] He exclaimed, the worry showing in his voice as he was afraid he may have hurt, startled, insulted, or upset her...or any combination of the four.
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TAGGED;; LEXakaSAMANTHA !
WORD COUNT;; 512
WEARING;; pictured above
NOTES;; first posts are always awkwarddd
FINISHED;; yeshhh !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

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[sam]

Today was one of the free days ... one of those many days that lined up lately forming Sam's current pathetic existence in LA. She had come here to take off as an actress but so far had only been in a Calvin Klein add campaign and one more editorial for Harper's Bazaar ... why the hell did everyone only want her for modeling and not acting?! She understood it was hard to break free from the chains of the fashion world and actually be taken serious as an actress ... especially when you were pretty and people assumed you could only play one type of role. To be fair though this was the time of year in Hollywood where movie and TV shows were already filming and free spots were scarce ... especially for new actors. Those who weren't taken by now were pity spots filled with insipid house wifes who felt a void in there lives and needed to do something 'productive'. Sam was not going to start out in that category.

So other than stagger from one audition to the next Samantha had decided to go downtown today and just get her nails done, her hair, maybe a facial ... after all her body was her job ... for now at least that everyone only wanted her to look nice and don't say boo. It was annoying and certainly nagged on her well developed self confidence. However it was a fairly nice day and she soon came up with th decision not to dwell on it anymore. Strolling past the side walk of Rodeo Drive with big shades on Sam let the warm sun caress her skin. Her hair was waving in the wind until suddenly ... WHAM ... she totally bumped into a guy coming out of a store. Loosing her water bottle it rolled across the pavement and under a parked car. Her cell phone fell but luckily she still had the headphones in a tight grasp so it only dangled there between her and the obstacle in the way ... in the form of a surprised looking guy.

Having one hand casually on the man's arm Sam tried to regain her composure fishing for the cell and placing it back into the firm grasp of her palm. Taking a deep breath she brushed her hair back that the wind blew into her face and smiled warmly. Nothing bad had happened ... she could get a new water bottle later.

"Oh no ... it's okay. I shouldn't walk through the shadows with shades on!" Sam chuckled lightly ... finally retrieving her hand. Taking her glasses off, revealing her pretty auburn eyes she handed her hand back in a greeting stance now.
"I am Sam by the way!"

[shelby]

{ WE'RE JUST ORDINARY PEOPLE , }
we don't know which way to go ,

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At times, Cameron honestly wished he had never transitioned the way he did. But his best friend had done a movie and then recommended him to a director, and then things just snowballed from there. It wasn't as though Cameron didn't love acting, because he had recently come to really enjoy it now that he was doing serious movies. But rather he was not used to the high paced lifestyle that came with it. When he was just dancing, singing, and rapping, he did everything on his own time. He went to the studio whenever he wanted to record and laid down whatever tracks he felt the need to. He could go and dance and choreograph whenever he wanted, he didn't have to do it on anyone else's schedule. The only things that were scheduled were tours and video shoots, but tours involved seeing a new place every day and video shoots only took one long day of shooting and were normally far more relaxed than a movie set.

But now, everything was different. He woke up at 5 am to go to the set and do a table read of whatever scene they were shooting, then he had to spend hours in makeup and wardrobe getting makeup put on to make him look dirty, grimy, and as if he had been fighting some sort of post-apocalyptic war. And then he had to film. And that was the longest part. Sure, there were hella good times because every film had some bloopers, but it was very stressful at times. Whether it was messing up a word, or being in the wrong spot, or not coming in on cue, every single actor had his flubs. In fact, most had a least a dozen on any given day of varying severity. It was crazy and it was stressful and he was just trying to get used to it and balance everything. Judging by the fact that his day off had now been dedicated to spending exorbitant amounts of money on the one thing he was a snob about, he wasn't doing too well to balance it all.

And then, with his head in the clouds, he had managed to knock a beautiful, little lady all off balance. When she grabbed his arm for balance he instinctively closed his hand gently around her wrist to provide her extra support and keep her from hitting the hard concrete beneath them. Once she had regained her balance and gathered her belongings, he noticed his hand was still closed around her tiny wrist and he withdrew his hand quickly, a very slight blush raising in his cheeks and a sheepish grin creeping across his lips. "Terribly sorry....definitely my fault. I'm glad you weren't hurt."

[/color] He spoke, offering her a friendly grin. When she offered him her hand in greeting he grasped it in a firm but gentle handshake. "Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Cameron."[/color]

He looked her over for a moment, but not in a creepy, predator sort of way but rather in curiosity as he was making sure she was perfectly all right from their run in. His eyes flitted over toward where her water bottle had rolled under the car. "Do you want me to get that?"[/color] He gestured towards the car.
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TAGGED;; LEXakaSAMANTHA !
WORD COUNT;; 564
WEARING;; pictured above
NOTES;;
FINISHED;; yeshhh !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

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[sam]

Feeling the guy's hand gently clasp around her wrist definitely helped Sam in regaining her balance. It was not like she would've fallen over or something ... she wasn't even in heels, just plain flip flops. However it was a considerate gesture of him that definitely said quite a lot about his character ... so did the innocent smirk he put on as his face turned into a somewhat embarrassed one. It was cute ... definitely. Sam had met so many overbearing and self absorbed men in her life that it was quite refreshing to meet one that didn't seem like that at all. However this was just a very superficial observation and there was not telling at all if it was true or not ... maybe he was just a very good actor ... of which there were surely a lot around Hollywood.

"Hey Cameron ... nice to meet you too!" Sam replied well mannered and with a cute smile. Okay ... so he was behaved as well. Nicely dressed ... handsome ... he wouldn't be ... nah! There was no real reason to jump to conclusions from basically only superficial impressions. Seeing the Armani bag in his hand Samantha quickly rerouted her eyes back to Cameron's face only to realize he had been sizing her up as well. Which made her chuckle even more ... but it was not over him but at the cute face he was pulling. As he motioned toward the car Sam followed his gaze curiously only to be reminded of her missing water bottle. Shaking her head lightly she waved his suggestion off with one hand while letting the cell slip into her handbag.

"Oh no, please ... it's just a bottle of water!" she told him dismissively. "I can get a new one!"
Nodding slowly as if to reinforce her statement Samantha gazed down Rodeo Drive a bit more ... she wanted to hit the boutiques a bit if she was here already ... so maybe Cameron wanted to join her?! After all it seemed he was very much into the whole retail relief thing. Or maybe he had just needed some essentials and was already on his way back to wherever he came from. However she could always ask.

"So .. you here to shop? Or is that little bag the extent of your money spending endeavors today?" Sam asked smiling sunnily at the attempted joke.