Boiling Point [Belle]

[James Michael Colburn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #4f7e9c solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Heaven's trying to keep me out tagged Ish/Belle muse murh notes -pets Jamie- credits template by irish! Jamie was not normally a person who ever got frustrated. He always made absolutely certain that he was in complete control of every situation he found himself in, that way he didn't ever get frustrated. and everything that happened, happened exactly the way that he had planned it. He never took into consideration the opinions of other people, he just did as he pleased and if nobody liked it, they could just get over it. Jamie was the king of his own world, and he made sure that everybody knew it. Most people couldn't get away with such an attitude, but Jamie had money, fame, and the know how... enough of each that no one ever questioned him, or if they did, they immediately regretted having done so. That was the way he liked it, people living to please him. Lately, though, he had run into a roadblock... a roadblock named Belle. She had been the only helpful and honest review of his work that day at the university, but he still felt like his work was lacking. He completely revised everything, and a few weeks later, had his secretary track down Belle's address and deliver the manuscript to her door. A few days later, she was at his door again with more advice to give. He worked on revising it again, and they continued in this manner for several months, but he was still not satisfied with what he had done. He felt like he was missing something horribly obvious, but he didn't know what it was. He found himself getting more and more frustrated with his inability to work in the way that he normally did. typically it only took a few revisions before he was ready to send it off to the producer, but this time he was driving himself crazy trying to get even just a first draft that he was happy with. On this particular day, Jamie had been in his office for six hours and had just been starring blankly at the crudely bound book with Belle's handwriting littering the pages. He had literally not written a single word in all the time that he had been there... and not only that, but it had been three days since Belle had returned this version to him, and he had made no progress throughout those three days. Finally, it reached the point where he couldn't take this writer's block any longer, slammed his pen down on the desk, and walked out without so much as a word to his secretary as to where he was going. Truthfully, when he first left, he didn't know where he was going, but as he got down to his car, he had pretty well settled on a destination. he didn't even have the book with him, but he was fairly sure she probably had the whole damn thing memorized by now and was probably as sick of it as he was. To be entirely honest, Jamie didn't know why he was so hung up on Belle's approval. He couldn't explain his fixation with her opinion. He'd been spending more and more time with her lately, and much to his dismay, he had found himself actually enjoying her presence. When he arrived at her apartment, he had the address memorized, he'd written it so many times on the package to be delivered to her, he didn't even hesitate to knock. If he thought the door might not have been locked he would have just walked right in, but considering most people in apartments kept the door locked, and with good reason, he didn't think that would be too successful in that endeavor. While waiting for her to come to the door, he paced the hallway a bit, his frustration quite clear. He was at the end of his rope, and that was not a good place to be for Jamie.

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[Isabella Megan Grimshaw]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] When Belle had gone to give back the scripts to Jamie months ago for her professor, she had thought that would be the end of it. At least, until his secretary somehow found her address and the next thing she knew, an edited script had been delivered to her door. But instead of just sending it back, like her initial instinct told her to do, she read it, then took it back to his house and told him what she thought of it. And then it had just kept going from there. So much so that even Josh had commented on it, since even he had managed to pick up how often she was getting them delivered, even if he worked weird hours of the day, and he had seen her reading the script probably a hundred times over the last few months. Maybe a less tolerant person would have told him to go away after the first couple of times he had sent the edited manuscript back, but she hadn’t yet. Then again, she was a fairly patient person, even if sometimes he set her on the brink of losing her temper with him, and she had kept reading it every time he sent it to her. She probably knew the whole thing back to front now, and she barely even had to think twice about it to find where he had edited parts of it. The last one she had sent back to him had been a couple of days ago, and no doubt she would get another one back at some point soon, although she had enough to keep her busy until then. She had gotten back from the barn that afternoon, heading straight to the shower once she had. Josh was at work, and she was fairly sure he wouldn’t be home until early the next morning so she was home alone for the evening. She had just been planning on a lazy day for the rest of the day after she had gotten out, but a quick inspection of the kitchen after she had revealed the fact that they needed to go grocery shopping, going back into her room to change into something more suitable for going out to get something to eat in. She had just put her shoes on and was adjusting the strap of her watch on her wrist when she heard the knock at the door, frowning slightly as she made her way to open it, not entirely sure who would actually be here, since she wasn’t expecting anyone, unless it was someone in the building or something. Opening the door, however, the last person she was expecting to see standing – well, not really standing, more like pacing about outside the door – was Jamie. “Hey…” she said, after having stared at him for a few brief moments. Well, what else was she supposed to say? It wasn’t like he had done this before, after all. And he definitely didn’t look happy right now either. “Did you want to come in, or…?” she asked, realising she couldn’t very well leave him standing in the hallway, but she didn’t know if he intended on actually staying or not. Food would have to wait, either way, it seemed, luckily she wasn’t completely starving yet. - - - - - - - - - - 'cause i won't let you burn out tonight, let's just stay here, don't breathe, ignite, and you be the reason, i'll be the rhyme, we've both got way too much ahead to worry bout what we've left behind, so you keep the beat, we'll stay on time, and fill the pages with just how both our worlds collide, when i'm left in your eyes

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jeff | 550 | outfit | she's so confused hahaha

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[James Michael Colburn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #4f7e9c solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Heaven's trying to keep me out tagged Ish/Belle muse murh notes -pets Jamie- credits template by irish! Jamie really could not explain his current frustration. Normally he was cool and calm and collected and he never let anything get the best of him. Anybody who knew Jamie well knew that nobody got the upper hand on Jamie… nobody. If there was even a slight chance that someone could best him, he would find a way to make his wealth make them go away. Not that he would ever have them offed or anything, but he would always find a way to make absolutely certain that he came out on top… but this time there was no way around it. He was stuck and he couldn't get out. It wasn't as if he could pay Belle to say nice things about his work because even if she did go for that, which he doubted, he would already know that they were lies and he'd still be just as miserable. It felt like an eternity before Belle opened the door, though it had really only been a few moments. His frustration had reached the point where that was all he could focus on… all he could think about. So when she asked if he wanted to come in, the question didn't even register in his mind. "What the hell am I doing wrong?" He asked, moving back towards her door so he stood in front of her rather than a few paces down the hall where he'd been when she opened the door. This was the first time in Jamie's life that he had ever had this problem. Normally he wrote it, sent it off, and that was the end of it. This time he couldn't wrap his head around it, which was driving him crazy because this was what he was best at. This is what had made him his fortune. He wasn't old enough to be burnt out already. This couldn't be happening to him. He found his identity in what he wrote, and without that he didn't really even know who he was. "Why is it still…" he paused not really even sure what he was trying to say, "Still wrong?" He hated saying that it was wrong. Jamie was never wrong. He was perfect. There was nothing Jamie did that wasn't perfect. Admitting that it was wrong… or even just "not right" felt like throwing his entire reputation in the fire. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was the one thing that he had always done that was always right even when everything else in his life was wrong. When his mom died, he buried himself in creating the lives of fictional characters where the ending always turned out happy. When Morgan died, he buried himself in making happy endings where everything always turned out alright. That was why he was good at it, because he created for them the happy ending that he never had. So why was this girl suddenly throwing him for a loop? Why was Belle causing it all to stop. He didn't like this feeling, it made him feel as though he was helpless, like he needed someone's assistance… and that meant he was dependent on someone else, and he did not like that feeling, not one bit.

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[Isabella Megan Grimshaw]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border-top: #262626 solid 10px; border-bottom: #262626 solid 10px; width: 510px; padding: 10 5 5 5px;] i wandered through fiction to look for the truth buried beneath all the lies & i stood at a distance to feel who you are, hiding myself in your eyes & hold on before it's too late, until we leave this behind, don't fall just be who you are, it's all that we need in our lives and the risk that might break is the one that would save, a life you Her question of whether or not he wanted to come inside the apartment must have fallen on deaf ears, because he certainly didn’t seem to take any notice of the offer. Belle watched as he came to stand in front of her once he noticed that she was there, looking up at him as he demanded to know what he was doing wrong, shifting very slightly where she stood, but she was by no means intimidated with the stance he was taking with her, or the tone of his voice. Then again, if she had managed to stand up to Theodore Uppingham, if briefly, she could definitely handle Jamie Colburn in a bad mood, which he’d almost seemed to have been in since the day she’d first met him. It was a difficult question to answer on the spot, especially when she hadn’t been expecting him to turn up on her doorstep demanding to know the answer to it – or at least, she knew what the answer was, but it was hard to put it into words without having time to actually think about how to word it exactly. With any other person she might have worried about how offended or upset they would be over the honesty of it, but that hadn’t seemed to have happened with him so far, even if he had seemed a little annoyed… okay maybe that was putting it mildly… that she hadn’t thought that it was that great to begin with. “You spend so much time holding everyone at arm’s length and ordering them around and getting what you want that I think you’ve forgotten how to actually interact with people apart from that,” she started after a moment, watching him carefully for his reaction, although she didn’t plan on stopping at that. “You need to relax and learn how normal people interact with each other again… I don’t know, make some friends or something, learn how to actually get on with people,” she told him, shrugging a little. What else could she tell him? He just seemed so shut off from anyone besides himself that it was really no wonder he couldn’t get the right emotion and connections in the script that it so desperately needed to work. don't live is still lost, so stand on the edge with me, hold back your fear and see nothing is real til it's gone, and hold on before its too late, until we leave this behind, don't fall just be who you are, it's all that we need in our lives, so live like you mean it, love til you feel it, it's all that we need in our lives, so stand on the edge with me

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jeff | 376 | outfit | grey's anatomy | *pets jamie*

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