The Camera Doesn't Lie Apr 27, 2016 20:46:57 GMT
Post by Samantha Tolson on Apr 27, 2016 20:46:57 GMT
Wednesday, 5:20 PM
It was a calm, cool Wednesday night in east Los Angeles, and the Chase family limo pulled up near Squirl, one of the top restaurants in all of the city. The driver parked and dutifully ran around to the passenger door nearest the curb, and opened it.
Click. Clickclick. Click.
Out stepped Ashley Marie Chase, hand in hand with Samantha Tolson, as the two of them were somewhat dressed down for just having stepped out of the lap of luxury. Both were wearing a pair of blue jeans, Samantha’s faded, of course, with Ashley wearing a see-through knit green top with a white tank underneath, and Samantha wearing a cropped flannel shirt that showed off her taut six-pack, the sleeves rolled up just past her elbows.
The two smiled at the driver, who tipped his hat and closed the door, then sped in front of them to hold the door to the eatery open as Samantha and Ashley walked in.
Click. Click click. Click.
All smiles the pair seemed oblivious to what was around them, holding hands as they entered the restaurant.
They didn’t see her, the blonde across the street, inconspicuous as possible, stepping out to snap pictures of them. But she saw them, through the lens of her camera, focused in on them, zooming in to get the best possible shots of her subjects.
Wednesday, 6:48 PM
Samantha and Ashley walked out of the door of Squirl, but before they could leave, the head chef stopped them.
They posed for a few selfies with her, then each gave her a hug as they finally made it out of the eatery, the driver of the limo now holding the passenger door open for them again. The two shared a kiss…
...before sliding into the limo ahead of the driver closing the door. The driver took his position and the limo went down the street, disappearing from view.
The blonde smirked, but beneath her dark sunglasses, hidden from the world, her eyes nearly glowed red with rage.
Wednesday, 11:07 PM
The sparkling white limo pulled up on Wilshire Boulevard, coming to a stop outside the building housing Elevate. Samantha and Ashley had clearly changed clothing inside the vehicle, as each of them was now decked out to the nines. Ashley wore a stunning little red dress that hit all the right notes, her auburn hair up with a sparkling bejeweled hair piece. Samantha had opted for something only slightly less demure, a little black dress that hugged her muscled curves just so, a diamond bracelet circling her right arm.
Whirrrrclickclickwhirrrrclick. Clickclick. Click.
The pair walked up to the mammoth bouncer at the end of the velvet rope, and after a few words from Ashley, the burly man nodded with a smile, setting aside the rope as Ashley and Samantha walked in ahead of the waiting throng forming within the rope’s confines.
Click. Click. Whirrrrrrrrrclickclickclickclick.
The blonde sat across the street on a bus bench, again as inconspicuous as she could be while handling a massive camera with a telephoto lens. No one walking by gave her a second thought...what with the appearance of the limo she could have easily been a member of the paparazzi, and there was no denying the fame of her subjects.
The rage still boiled behind the black shades as the blonde looked over the photos she’d spent the night taking. Satisfied with her work, she bagged her camera in the oversized purse she was carrying, and walked off a distance to a waiting white van. She climbed in, and another woman behind the wheel slowly drove away.
Thursday, 9:32 AM
Samantha pulled her baby blue Outlander up into a parking spot next to the dingy gym she used to train, the one that reminded her of Camp Nightfall.
She stepped out and closed her door, then went to the hatch, collecting her gym bag and closing it back down before hitting the alarm button on it. With a little “boop-boop” the crossover vehicle both locked itself and armed the alarm system. Dressed in a simple pair of Nike shorts and an FFW shirt, she opened the door to the gym and walked in.
Clickclickwhirrrrrrr. Click. Clickclick.
Thursday, 12:48 PM
Samantha, still in her black sports bra and black workout capri-length tights, stepped out of the gym, her hair back in a very roughly gathered ponytail, her gym bag over her shoulder.
Samantha clips off the alarm, and throws her bag into the opened hatch…
...before closing it and stepping to the driver’s door, hopping in and putting the key into the ignition. She starts her car, and then drives away down the street, oblivious…
...to what’s happening around her. The blonde’s camera sees her though.
Thursday, 8:12 PM
A white limo pulls up into the main driveway area of the Sunset Barrington Gardens complex in west LA, not far from UCLA. Samantha and Ashley come out of the door of their bottom-floor apartment, the one leading to their patio before opening to the community pool, both carrying a gym bag and a suitcase.
Click. Clickclick. Click.
The blonde, hidden in some of the lush trees throughout the courtyard, continues her picture-taking. Meanwhile, the limo driver takes both girls’ bags and puts them in the trunk as the pair slips into the back of the limo. Samantha immediately rolls down the window on this beautiful LA night, taking in the fresh air.
Clickclick. Whirrrr. Click.
Ashley reaches forward, as if she’s pushing a button, then looks at Samantha with a bit of a dirty grin, throwing herself over her girlfriend and planting a huge kiss on her…
...one which Samantha returns in earnest, forgetting the fact the window is down.
Clickclick. Click. Clickclickclickclick.
As the limo drives away, the blonde simply stares at the rear lights, a snarl on her lips and her dark glasses hiding the enmity in her eyes.
Friday, 12:04 AM
The room is dark, but a red hue provides just enough light to see that this is a place to develop pictures the old-fashioned way. A blonde woman is dipping photos in the required liquids to process them, and as she takes them out of the fluids, she hangs them up on ropes around the room.
Samantha and Ashley walking into Squirl. The selfie with the cook. Getting into the limo outside Squirl. On each of these, Ashley is shown with a large red ‘X’ through her.
She continues to hang pictures.
Samantha and Ashley walking out of their apartment. Samantha with the window down. Ashley kissing Samantha passionately.
Again, Ashley is shown with the large red ‘X’.
The blonde takes the lone picture of Samantha, and hangs it on a new rope, this time alongside other pictures of Samantha both going into and out of the gym. Alone.
Written on those pictures? Right above Samantha’s head?
In large, red letters…