#solarisgeorgia

[chlobell]

closed starter for @gcrgiawalkcr​ / cravings wine bar, solaris peak.

working on a reality tv show led to countless endless days; as two of the field producers for the show, georgia and chloe often tag teamed their group of cast members, pushing them one direction or the other with subtle questions, constant confidences, and even an outing at one of the bars. for the most part, chloe kept to her two cast members - opposing forces, really, who didn’t get along that well - but when they wrapped for the day, the relief was palpable in the studio, and chloe found herself texting georgia to meet her for a drink at cravings, their favorite after work spot. 

despite having the same job, their hours could go in two vastly different directions - while they were lucky enough to work side by side more often than not, the interview portions could last hours. there was directions they needed - sometimes they needed their cast mate to cry, or come across as a villain, sometimes they didn’t really need them to do anything at all - but chloe had lucked out this season, and her members were surprisingly adept at feeding into what the producers wanted. it meant she was at cravings first, a bottle of wine in front of her and an order of appetizers on it’s way when georgia finally walked in - chloe waved from their usual table near the back, putting her phone and the flurry of messages from other members of the team down to give the other a small hug. 

“next time we decide to go with ‘easy beach day for jealousy drama’, let’s remind ourselves that we also have to sit outside in the sun for ten hours,” chloe laughed, pouring georgia a glass of the white she’d selected for the evening. “i got us some nachos, because, honestly, i can’t feel classy tonight - i need grease, and cheese, and an entire bottle on my own. how did your confessionals go?” 

[jacksoncharlotte]

closed starter @gcrgiawalkcr​

the preparations for the premier were well underway, even as most of the castmates lounged away their final days of relative anonymity on the beach or in the pool. sure, some of them had their faces plastered across billboards - her sister had texted her a picture from los angeles, where charlotte and maya’s faces were pressed against one anothers for a promotional billboard she’d seen on her way to her own photoshoot - but charlotte was still, for now, a non-being. a no one. 

she’d probably still be one after this was all done, too. 

that was okay with her; she wasn’t here for fame ( relative ) or fortune ( who needed it? ). she was there for the fun of it, for the experience. 

the only problem was, it seemed to have been hindering her ability to paint. bad. 

“hey boss,” charlotte greeted when she finally managed to nab georgia away from her producerly duties for a few minutes - she liked her producer, though she knew a lot of the others didn’t like their own, and she was glad she could joke around with her fairly easily. “what are the chances i’ll get more time to just kinda...be, when all this starts airing? i’m itching to get a paintbrush in my hand, and preferably on canvas - not someone’s body this time around, even if it was kinda fun.”