Thread: The Bimbo Doll (Devilla Roche x October Screams)

RE The Bimbo Doll Devilla Roche x Anonymous From October Screams.... Hit Run Starstruck Being somebody important was everything these days, and being just another face on walking by on the sidewalk was so last century. TV, Movies, Sex, Drugs Alcohol, that's what it was all about and it wasn't the easiest thing to get out of your head. She remembered growing up living a much more simple life then she knew now, none of that stuff seemed important until she hit a certain age. Her father didn't take much interest to her and her mother was a horrendous excuse for a scandal, as far as influences went. She was the sort of girl to make friends with all the wrong kinds of people, simply because they looked more attractive the right kinds of people. Attractive had been everything to her since high school, it was there that she learned the value of being pretty and respected. She never got over the fancy, no, addiction of abusing her good looks to get what she wanted. Even now some many years later she still cringed at the idea of getting people to do whatever she wanted simply because they adored her. The obsession had gone to her head in later years and all she could think about was herself and the potential she could hold if she got in with the right kinds of people. Clarissa was never the sort of girl to be mindful of danger, often believing that danger came to the less fortunate, to those deserving on danger and flawless individuals like herself were unphased by acts of karma. She felt like she had the potential to control the world inside but no grounds to express her radiance. Modeling was something she had also become obsessed with. It was simply the idea of being iconic for the simple means of beauty. She felt that was here calling and that she had been overlooked in terms of capability went. She had seen people, been to auditions and yet still she wasn't where she wanted to be. She just didn't understand why she wasn't at the top yet and why she felt her attempt to make progress had gone overruled by some sort of unfair absence existing in the fundamentals of mistakes. She felt perfect so why didn't they see that? Why was it so difficult for them to give her what she deserved? Perhaps she had become so absorbed in her own egomaniacal fantasies that she hadn't realize what kind of person she had become on the surface. She was a rude selfish and manipulative woman, but not the sort to step on your foot because she was walking there first.. No no, Clarissa was much more of a deviant with her acts of rudeness and abuse.. Sitting at that all-day all night restaurant didn't seem like it was helping her learned anything, the more she thought about herself, at least she believed the drinks were. She was on her third glass now and she had lost track of time not even really noticing how dark it was getting around her. The shadows of night seemed to sink about her in silent fall as her eyes peered in emptiness down the depth of her fancy wine glass. She was captivated by her own expression, the reflection of the slowly diminishing alcoholic liquid seeming to show her own self as she'd stare back in astonishment. She seemed unmoved most entirely where she sat, one hand holding the glass as the other propped up in a bored fashion beneath her chin and lifted it high as she'd stare silently into her wine, mesmerized by her own image.