BorisKLuca
May 22nd, 2008, 09:23 PM
I'm writing Unearth, but I wanted to write something light on the side. So this is my side project.
I really need a lot of characters, so if you want to be in it or if you can think of someone you think would be good then let me know.
I'll need a name, occupation, style, and anything else that goes with them.
K, thanks.
Chapter 1:
“Half a million dollars,” Kate says and my coffee burst out of my mouth covering her. She makes a digested face but I am too in awe to apologize.
“To fake fall in love with some girl?” I say looking down at the picture in front of me.
“Actually he’s a boy. He’s European or something, I don’t know,” Kate says rolling her eyes, “But I’m producing it. We can pull this off.”
“I don’t know. I mean a Reality Show. I’ll never live that down,” I say. Kate takes a sip, her berry lips drinking in her latte. She looked sophisticated in a navy blazer and a white designer shirt. Her long strawberry hair is pinned up and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence. Through this you almost miss her valley girl accent and the malicious glimmer in her eyes.
“Look, even if you don’t win you could walk away with a model contract or something. And plus you’ll get to lay around and tan in some Hollywood mansion. You can’t beat that,” She says convincingly. I think about my current residence and shudder. I live in a tiny one-room apartment with rats and cockroaches.
“True,” I say sipping my plain black coffee. Whereas Kate looks upper-class, I’m the opposite. You’d never know we used to live in the same house. I’m messy in long black shorts, a purple hoodie with a unicorn on it, and my blonde hair pulled back into a low messy side ponytail. You’d never know we had the same mother. The big difference is Kate’s father is ten times richer than mine, she grew up most of her life in Hollywood and I grew up in a small town in North California in a duplex. The only resemblance is a small mole on our right cheeks trademarks of Kellogg girls.
“What do you say Campbell?” She asks leaning forward to hear my answer, “Are you going to walk away or take a chance?”
“What’s his name?” I ask lowering my head a bit.
“Bill Kaulitz,” She says stumbling a bit over his last name. I pick up my cup and sigh.
“Alright, let’s do it,” I say taking one more look at the picture and then Kate before we touch our glasses together and she smiles evilly.
“You won’t regret this,” She says. And I kinda actually don't believed her.
,
I really need a lot of characters, so if you want to be in it or if you can think of someone you think would be good then let me know.
I'll need a name, occupation, style, and anything else that goes with them.
K, thanks.
Chapter 1:
“Half a million dollars,” Kate says and my coffee burst out of my mouth covering her. She makes a digested face but I am too in awe to apologize.
“To fake fall in love with some girl?” I say looking down at the picture in front of me.
“Actually he’s a boy. He’s European or something, I don’t know,” Kate says rolling her eyes, “But I’m producing it. We can pull this off.”
“I don’t know. I mean a Reality Show. I’ll never live that down,” I say. Kate takes a sip, her berry lips drinking in her latte. She looked sophisticated in a navy blazer and a white designer shirt. Her long strawberry hair is pinned up and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence. Through this you almost miss her valley girl accent and the malicious glimmer in her eyes.
“Look, even if you don’t win you could walk away with a model contract or something. And plus you’ll get to lay around and tan in some Hollywood mansion. You can’t beat that,” She says convincingly. I think about my current residence and shudder. I live in a tiny one-room apartment with rats and cockroaches.
“True,” I say sipping my plain black coffee. Whereas Kate looks upper-class, I’m the opposite. You’d never know we used to live in the same house. I’m messy in long black shorts, a purple hoodie with a unicorn on it, and my blonde hair pulled back into a low messy side ponytail. You’d never know we had the same mother. The big difference is Kate’s father is ten times richer than mine, she grew up most of her life in Hollywood and I grew up in a small town in North California in a duplex. The only resemblance is a small mole on our right cheeks trademarks of Kellogg girls.
“What do you say Campbell?” She asks leaning forward to hear my answer, “Are you going to walk away or take a chance?”
“What’s his name?” I ask lowering my head a bit.
“Bill Kaulitz,” She says stumbling a bit over his last name. I pick up my cup and sigh.
“Alright, let’s do it,” I say taking one more look at the picture and then Kate before we touch our glasses together and she smiles evilly.
“You won’t regret this,” She says. And I kinda actually don't believed her.
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