' ❛ sometimes i think i'm sad, but then i see you
and it's like i've been happy all my life ' ❜
if the music album 1989 by Taylor Swift was turned into a walker scobell fan fiction- this would be it.
*only rated mature bc of swearing
"Briefing?" Clara repeats. She's looking around the little building that'll be her home for the next several months. And she is shocked. She knew that Percy Jackson was popular, i mean everyone she knew and their mother read it. But she must've not had a proper grasp on how massive this project was.
First off the facility is huge. She took a small peek in the binder Aryan gave her on the drive over and the space they had in the forest alone was the size of an airport. And she also saw in the binder the locations of a mini-school, first aid center, training buildings, and a costume place. plus 50 or so of the building homes she's currently in. the entire compound must be half the size of Manhattan. So yeah- the funding behind this was scrumptious.
"Yes." Natalie(her tour guide) affirms with a strict nod. "The younger cast will under go multiple training seminars/briefings for things like safety and preparations for scenes. Today we'll be informing on the norms and what to expect around set."
"Cool. Cool! I mean- yeah I'll be there." Clara clears her throat and already wants to die. She severely underestimated how big this role was.
Natalie doesn't look amused but just gives another nod and leaves, the wooden door shutting behind her.
Clara sighs. She's only been here for half an hour and she's already scaring people off. And she definitely doesn't need another embarrassing moment since she SLEPT IN. Which she NEVER does. She doesn't even know how.
And she also doesn't know how to react to Walker promising to buy her a new Taylor Swift Red hoodie. So she's ignoring it, you know, like a coward.
Clara wants to scream into a pillow, and so she begins to search for her bed to do so.
Natalie called the little homes "blocks", and they kinda are. The blocks are small, containing a bedroom, bathroom, and mini kitchen with a couch. They line a dirt path that leads to the more busy part of the facility, rows of blocks on each side.
She find her bedroom easily and collapses on the twin. The room is bare with a wooden desk and chair in it. "I'm gonna order some stuff on Amazon," she murmurs to herself. If she's going to be here for a while, then she's gonna make it cute.
