- She thinks maybe she dreamed of something red. A flower still blooming--and there was a voice that kept calling to her, whispering harmonies. Maybe there was a spiral loop somewhere, too, of thread twined so tight it was nearly bursting. But that's all. Nothing tangible; plus she'd never been one to believe that dreams meant anything. They were impulsive flickers of her neurological wires. She'd be lying if she said she thought they meant anything.
They weren't filming until later. It was stupid. They should be getting on it immediately, as far as she's concerned. And while it's cool, being on an island with scarily-real sets, it's all a bit... unnerving. The trees whistle a little too loud. The sheets were tucked too tight last night, and no matter what, she couldn't untuck them. The sun's a little too hot. She doesn't get it. Any of this, actually. She doesn't get why they couldn't film in front of a cardboard green screen, or a false mountain range with fake-lit backdrops. That's what everyone else did.
Even still, she's never been afraid of a challenge. Not ones that came in a well-lit hotel room and eerily realistic sets, anyway. So she finds herself wandering, stalking through fox grass, across the field of the hotel and somewhere she can't possibly name. She'll find her way back, she's sure. Like she said, challenge--or whatever.
It's a little--little--unnerving when the trees hollow out and crouch away, and her boots meet a clicky cobblestone path that she wasn't even sure was there before. The crooked stones popping from the dirt mark it straight for her--graveyard. Is this really a set? She's never really liked graveyards.
Her shoulders stiffen when she hears a noise, a faint titter. A cutesy click, and then the muffled words: look who’s been caught, red-handed. She pauses for a moment before she drags her feet along the dirt, towards where the voice had come from.
She entertains the notion that it may be a ghost before she turns a corner, and sees a rather tall girl. Oh. Not a ghost. She recognizes her from the cast list. A lot less cool, though.
"That was kind of lame, you know," she hums, leaning against one of the stones. "Do you always talk to yourself... alone, in the middle of graveyards?"