Back from Cleveland...again (Part I)

Cleveland blog

Day one was brutal but amazing. Day two was much the same. 

This was me at the beginning:

Yup put those bad boys in all by myself. Trust me, it was quite an accomplishment.

But I'll go into those details NEXT post. This one is for giving away a crucial part of the movie. Trust me everyone there are major spoilers ahead so don't read if you don't want the movie completely ruined for you. 

JUST KIDDING! I'm honestly not sure what would happen if I gave anything about the movie away. probably prison for like 8 years. 

I just came up with a short simple back story for my 'character'. I was an extra.... 

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My name is Sophia Cole (For the love of God, do NOT call me Sophie. It’s Sophia.) And I am a twenty year old heiress. My father was the CEO of the only company to rival Stark Industries. Started by his grandfather and passed down. However my father wanted to take the company in a different direction. Stark was pretty much dominating the market anyway so he decided to fade out of weapons and into stereos and speaker systems. The board was wary of the decision until they actually started making more money.

 Dad had always loved music and had built his first stereo when he was 11. They were always kind of a hobby, and he had been marketing them a little bit at a time since his father had taken over.

            My parents were killed in a seemingly random shooting spree that took place in a public forum. The cops reported that the gunman was just some psychopath and all the victims were by chance. I have reason to believe differently.

            My older half brother (on my mother’s side), Aidan, was traveling the world with ‘Doctors without Borders’ since before their deaths. He came back to help me handle the funeral and will, and then had to leave once more. He’s a really great guy and I miss him.

            The will left some money to charity and then split what was divided between me and Aidan. All of the property was left to me.

            My mother was a super socialite and sometimes I hated her for it. It always seemed so silly to me. The fancy parties and snobby people were always so ‘blah’ to me. But since her death I’ve been realizing why she spent so much time in the public eye. There is a dirty game afoot and mother was just playing to keep her family safe. I suppose she made the wrong move.

            Or maybe it was father. He had apparently not gotten out of the weapons business altogether. There is at least one last piece of secret technology. Every organization has been calling and asking for a peak at his lab and I’ve denied them. Besides right before he died he gave me this little chip and told me to keep it very safe. I can’t be certain but I think it’s what they’re looking for.

            I carry it with me everywhere I go. That night (the night Sophia Cole’s character was filming in The Avengers) I had it in my security clutch. It can only be opened with MY thumbprint.

I know it looks all silky and clutch like but trust me it’s impenetrable without my print.

SHIELD has actually tried to meet with me several times. I’m having none of it. I am so sick of these people playing ‘Super Hero’ that I can not stand it. I am currently debating on whether to destroy the technology and just get myself out of the socialite game or to open it up and see what was worth my father getting himself killed over.

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Yes, I know. I went overboard, but it was soooo much fun! When an actress with an extremely active imagination has nothing to do but stand around on the set of a real Hollywood style movie, plot lines are bound to run wild.

I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed this little blurb. Let me know what you think Sophia should do next! Perhaps I’ll turn it into a cool little mini series of posts.

Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back. I’ve finally begun to wipe the blood from eyes and start making a few swings of my own.

Too graphic? Oh well.

Creating onward,

E.M.G.

Here is where you post a comment. Give an opinion. Tell me it was a sucky back story. Gush about how creative and adorable I am! I don’t care just write SOMETHING J