Who: Madison Montgomery & Open Where: Skipping school and smoking cigarettes When: Monday afternoon What: Dealing with the cameras Status: Open; Incomplete; Could be considered a narrative if no one tags in. Rating: TBD
While the others in Madison Valley seemed to loathe the cameras, Madison was, for all intents and purposes, lapping it up. Back home, before witchcraft, and before numerous deaths, Madison was a movie star. Even death could not take away that love for the spotlights and luxury that came with being in front of the cameras. This little excursion with reality television? It was perfect for Madison and she wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her by.
Sitting outside of the school, Madison puffed on a cigarette. The cameras flashed, briefly blinding Madison, and she flipped her hair back behind her shoulders. "Yeah, well, most people here can't handle fame. They don't have what it takes," Madison replied simply. "Unlike me, of course. I was born for fame." The blond crushed out the cigarette on one of the concrete steps.
Just then, one of the guys emerged from behind the lenses and Madison tensed. It couldn't be, could it? No, she'd killed them, all of them on their stupid bus. She'd flipped it with her telekinesis after-after-
No, she wouldn't think about it. Not his face and not that. She made to pull away, separate herself form the cameras, but the guy that looked eerily like her nightmare grabbed a hold of her wrist, tugging her closer.
"Madison, don't you remember me? Come on, Madison." His voice pleaded in her ear and Madison struggled to yank her arm free.
"Get the hell of away from me, gross grabby hands." Madison tugged, but he leaned in and attempted to press a kiss to her lips. At the brief contact, Madison lost it and suddenly the man's arm was on fire. Fear registered on his face and Madison tugged herself away, but not before the camera caught all of it on camera. Initiating her telekinesis, she pushed away the remaining camera crew, a small bit of relief washing over her as the cameras hit the concrete with a satisfying crush.
Madison turned and ran, wanting to put as much space between herself and them as possible. So much for being made for fame. Fuck this shit.