⎝ DAY 5┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊SOPHIE'S HOUSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊29% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ "I'm not staying. It'd be weird. I'm a lot older than most of the rest of them, and I don't exactly feel right partying with a bunch of drunken teenagers." Bryan frowned as Erik shook his head. That was a little disappointing, but what could he say? He and Erik weren't exactly friends, even though Bryan would like that. He guessed Erik wasn't really the type for friends? The thought made him feel a little despondent, even though he was mostly in a good mood that would override it. "Us grownups could leave — you, me, Tucker, and Torvald. I think everyone else is still underage." He thought about the offer, his face lighting up a little, but then he thought on it. Would his sister be mad if he left without her knowing? They still were keeping their distance from one and other, but it was Christmas, and driving tonight didn't really seem like the most appealing of ideas. "Maybe it would be good if you and Noëlle each hang out with people your own age. Just a thought . . ." Bryan looked at Erik with surprise; was it that obvious that the two of them were having issues? He might have been right, though. It kind of seemed to be working, but it had only been a few days since they had started their 'long-distance' relationship, so he couldn't really tell for sure. She always seemed much brighter over the e-mails, and he couldn't tell if she was lying to him or not, without seeing her face . . . Just then, he saw Torvald walk past the pair, a bored, maybe slightly angry expression crossed on his face. When he was out of sight, Lucas was following him with an intensity, and Bryan wondered what was up with that. "No smoking inside the house," Lucas called back even though he was out of sight. "That sounds f - " he stopped midsentence, remembering that Tucker had disappeared with Maria. "Though, I don't think Tucker or Torvald would be joining us . . . Driving out there, now? Doesn't seem like that great of an idea. Sophie has other places we could be though, and wouldn't have to worry about others. I saw a lounge on the second floor . . ." Just a suggestion. Bryan felt a little dirty, like he was trying to get Erik alone for . . . what?
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ — ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Quentin peeked open an eye to look over at Richie who was downing the alcohol like it was nothing. He wasn't going to be feeling great in the morning. "Why . . . don't you join me over here?" he said with a hiccup, and Quentin fought the urge to laugh. On top of him being drunk, Quentin didn't want to even have the remote risk of drowning, since he had a feeling that Richie was a physically touchy-feely one. "I promise the big bat water w - won't bite . . ." Yeah, but you might. he thought to himself. Ah, the wondrous effects of alcohol. He thought of how to play this situation. Quentin knew that Richie was homosexual, but he himself was not. Of course, over the course of the last two years, he had found that there were certain traits about Richie that were attractive, but there was nothing interesting about him. If this was going to be anything, it was going to be a fling of sensuality only. Quentin smirked. "I think I'm just fine over here." he said in a low murmur, just loud enough for the drunken teenager to hear. "You're free to join me, of course." He had a bit of a guess for what would happen next, but it was better not to be presumptuous for this. There were other people in the room, and he wondered what was going through their minds while this was taking place. He wouldn't be surprised if they had gone, having sensed the tense atmosphere.
⎝ DAY 5┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊SOPHIE'S HOUSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊26% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Playing with the soft tassels of the green scarf his sister had given him, Bryan felt pretty absentminded even though he was surrounded by people having fun. He didn't really approve of the freedom Sophie was giving these others in her house, but it wasn't his place to say anything. Her friend, Lucas ( what a strange guy ) seemed to have everything under control and was in several places at once. Deciding to stay sober for the night, Bryan took a drink of his Coke and wondered where Noëlle was. They hadn't come together, even though that would have been more convenient for the both of them. The pen pal thing was already doing well enough, and it was easy to talk without having to look at each other and feel the awkwardness that it brought. He had wanted to talk to Maria and congratulate her on a job well done, but she had disappeared with Tucker . . . Which was a little upsetting. She had looked beautiful on that stage tonight. With a sigh, he thought about the others and took a seat next to Erik, not thinking about it. He was more physically attracted to Erik than anything else. He and Harley were similar in a lot of aspects, so maybe that had something to do with it. "What are you planning to do?" he asked him, taking another drink of his Coke, only to find it was empty. Before he got up, Lucas appeared with another one. "I'll probably stay the night, if Noëlle wants to," "Was just passing by and saw you needed it," Lucas said, and then disappeared. O . . . kay.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡⌠ OOC │ — ⌡◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Before replying, Richie took a drink of his alcoholic beverage and Quentin refrained from making any facial expression to accompany his dislike for it. "Uh . . . Yeah, it's pretty nice I'd say. Erm, I've never been here, so it took me by surprise." Quentin watched the other boy dive back in. "In case you couldn't tell, my fave part is the pool -" Quentin raised an eyebrow at the giggling fit, ". . . and the alcohol!" Drunken teenagers were never his favorite kinds of people to be around, and Richie already seemed two sheets gone to the wind. He decided not to comment on it and almost thought of leaving the pool area. He was slightly regretting his decision to come and wondered if Noëlle had shown yet. He watched Richie climb out of the pool and head to the diving board, moving his wet hair from his eyes. The smirk on his face piqued Quentin's interest. Was he . . . showing off? He allowed himself a little smile. Alright, I'll bite. Richie's form was fine and sharp. Quentin was a little impressed. "You know, the water's fine. And you look mighty chilled as well, why won't you join me . . . ?" The tone of his voice was interesting, too. He remembered that Richie was gay and he almost grinned. A small bit of playing wouldn't hurt, but the alcohol was still off-putting. He eyed the water wearily. Drowning didn't sound pleasant, but at least this wasn't the ocean. Well, if he was going to swim, he was definitely staying the night here. Briefly, Quentin disappeared into the bathroom and changed into the the dark trunks that Lucas had provided for him. He wasn't a great swimmer like Sophie was, and he almost wished she would make a surprise appearance and dazzle them. "Could someone get me another bottle?" Richie called out right as Quentin dove in. Aah, the water felt pretty nice. When he surfaced, he was on the more shallow side of the pool, where his feet could touch the ground and he felt comfortable. He began to imagine what kind of bathing suits Noëlle would wear. Sophie seemed the more modest in this aspect of his girls, so maybe she would go for a one-piece. Maybe I'll draw something later. "This is your last bottle, Mr. Duvont." echoed Lucas' voice, "Your consumption has made you invalid for driving home. You will be spending the night." When the bottle was set down, Lucas disappeared again. Quentin didn't ask. He smirked at the comment, though. "Guess you're staying here, same as me." he said, leaning back against the wall.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ SOPHIE'S HOUSE > POOL ⌡⌠ MOOD │ THOUGHTFUL ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡⌠ OOC │ BEEN A WHILE. ⌡◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Quentin was pleased at the results of the play and it had been great to see everything coming together. Working with the others hadn't been as bad as he thought, and his makeup designs were praised, along with his work with Elisa. Overall, he thought the night was fairly successful, and that was going to get better because everyone was at Sophie's house. He had been here before, so he knew his way around more than the others. Seeing Sophie together with Lucas had been a bit stressing because it looked like they were close. She did say he was her friend. The presence of alcohol made everything a little worse. He had his share of the substance, but it didn't really appeal to him. He didn't understand what people liked about it. Either way, he hoped neither Sophie nor Noëlle would drink. There were others who would take advantage of that. Speaking of Noëlle, Quentin had yet to see her. He had seen her at the play, but had she come to Sophie's house after all? Her brother was here, and surely the two were close enough ( that was still a bit of a bother with him ) that they would come together. He was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen her yet, and that it had been too long since they last talked. He wanted that to change, soon. Tonight-soon. He watched as Pierce and Sophie walked into the kitchen, hand in hand. He raised an eyebrow, inwardly frowning. Where had they been? Maybe they're together. He tried not to let his imagination get to him. She looked right at him, and sent a brilliant smile ( smirk? ) his way. He looked away from her, and turned to the person on his left, who happened to be . . . No one. Quentin left the kitchen in search of someone to keep him company. He kept a can of Dr Pepper with him. It was better than all of the alcohol everyone was downing just because it was available. He walked through the living room, turned down a hallway, and then came to a glass door that led to the indoor pool. Fancy place; one side of the room and pool looked completely modern and sleekly designed, and as it trailed off to the other side, it became more shallow, nature oriented, and . . . Was that an indoor waterfall? It looked like it led to a grotto. He had no idea what kind of people Sophie's parents were, but they were rich. As soon as he walked in, there was a large splash and a few drops of water had gotten on him. When the jumper surfaced, Quentin saw that it was Richie, who he hadn't talked to a lot. He took a seat next to the pool. "You look like you're enjoying yourselves," he said to them with a hint of a smile, even though he wasn't really feeling it. "This is a nice place Sophie's got, huh?" Swimming didn't seem all that appealing, but somehow, a pair of trunks had appeared next to him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Lucas walking away. What a strange guy.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 22ND ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ BATHROOM > KITCHEN ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ HMM. ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %14 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠ ❝Ｉ'ＬＬＫＥＥＰＡＬＬＹＯＵＲＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ．．．ＭＡＹＢＥ．❞ With everyone situated in her house, Sophie disappeared into the foyer of her home with Lucas, to who she was talking about the others with. All clothing but her dress had been removed and she was barefooted, crossing her legs on the black leather couch that sat against a parchment textured wall. ❝Most everyone will be staying here tonight, though I doubt any of them will be making it to rooms.❞ ❝Will you be keeping a companion?❞ Sophie looked at Lucas with a sly smile. Always knowing, he seemed to be. ❝Perhaps not tonight. Pierce has a drinking problem, I think, so that would make most situations with her regrettable ( for her ), and Quentin doesn't seem eager to speak with me. I could always seduce one of the others, but they're of not interest to me if they're not Oliver or you.❞ A hurried set of footsteps interrupted the two, and Sophie looked up to seen an anxious looking Pierce. ❝S - Sorry, Lucas, b - but I really need to steal S - Sophie.❞ She wondered what the hurry was and Lucas gave her one of his knowing smiles that passed onto her face. Before she could bid him goodbye, Pierce was dragging her away, with no grip on her arm. What could be the hurry? She wondered if Pierce had decided to try and seduce Sophie instead of the other way around, how silly. When they came into one of the bathrooms and the door was locked behind her, her suspicions were amped, but she didn't say anything. ❝I have been waiting to talk to you all day!❞ A laugh escaped Sophie's glossed lips, ❝Yes, I humbly accept your marriage proposal.❞ she joked, ❝What is it?❞ She listened to what Pierce had to say about . . . Oliver. Her smile had dissipated when hearing everything. Well, this was . . . unexpected. And a little not-pleasing. Carefully, she thought of what to say. There were a few roads she could take; one, talk Pierce out of this 'silly' notion of Oliver liking her, two, mock her for the notion even passing through her mind, three, encourage it and wait for a peak, then destroy it, four, get closer to Oliver. When Pierce looked at her with the vivid chocolate eyes, Sophie smirked. ❝Hmm. You two have been spending quite a bit of time together,❞ she said, feigning thoughtfulness, ❝But I would be careful. Don't jump into anything yet. It's a long shot that he likes you because you're Pierce. Be honest, you two barely know a thing about each other — if he did like you, what was he basing that off of? It seems rather sudden to me, this 'date'.❞ Sophie ran a thumb down Pierce's cheek and smiled, then leaned back against the bathroom door. ❝I would wait. It would be practically silly of you to let yourself be swept off your feet, only to be tossed away later.❞ Though that was a real warning, not that Sophie didn't practice something like herself on others. The wondrous, innocent, and hopeful look on Pierce's face only made the situation that much more fun to handle. ❝You're so cute.❞ she said, leaning in to kiss the girl on the cheek, ❝We'll wait and see what happens.❞ she then murmured into the other's ear, and opened the bathroom door. ❝Come, back downstairs we go.❞ Sophie grabbed Pierce's hand and they headed back to the kitchen where Sophie greeted the others, and said thank you to Tucker for the cake. Oliver and Pierce . . . It would definitely be better to wait it out, at least for a little while.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ CHEERFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %22 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠⎛ OOC ‖ HOUSE IS THREE STORIES, GUEST ROOMS ARE ON FLOOR TWO. USE YOUR IMAGINATION FOR THE INTERIOR OF THE HOUSE. I'LL TRY AND BOTHER TO FIND **** LATER. ⎠ ❝Ｉ'ＬＬＫＥＥＰＡＬＬＹＯＵＲＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ．．．ＭＡＹＢＥ．❞ When the play was successfully finished, the entirety of the cast and crew took the stage and everyone took a bow. After a few curtain calls, the group decided, hell, it was Christmas, why not have the party tonight and we can make it a sleepover! Sophie hoped Lucas was prepared for all these kids. ☁ ☁ ☁ After the auditorium was cleared out, everyone packed up their respective things and followed Sophie in her car to her house, which wasn't a great distance from Fortissimo, but not a walk through the park, either. Her house was rather secluded and neighbors were a bit distant to come across. After parking her car in its respective place, Lucas appeared next to her in all of his prim, proper, and butler-y goodness and began directing traffic for the others, while telling her to go in and quickly inspect everything before her guest entered. She smiled with satisfaction at the results of his hard work and made a mental note to reward him with something later. Soon, all of the cast and crew ( and maybe then some ) were led through the foyer and into the spacious and open living room. Despite the outward appearance of it, Sophie's home was an odd mixture of modern and classic aspects, due to the designing of her uncle and mother. Pierce's mom wasn't the only one with . . . strange tastes. ❝Congratulations on a successful play, everyone.❞ Sophie began, ❝To celebrate, food, drinks, and other things for your pleasure have been prepared by myself and my friend Lucas,❞ she motioned to the dark haired young man who quietly stood in the corner and waved when he was called upon. ❝There's a pool out back, if any of you care to swim, and there is also alcohol, but mind your manners and be responsible, especially you underage folk.❞ She looked around and calculated who would be drunk soon enough and which ones were underage. Most of them were, but Sophie had drank a time or two, or three in her life, so she didn't mind it. ❝To abstain from regretful mistakes, everyone is allowed to stay the night, and anyone who has drank more than their share is definitely not driving home. Alright, go scatter to your heart's content. Food's in the kitchen, et cetera. Oh — in the restrooms upstairs you'll find a few boxes of condoms ( again, courtesy of Lucas ). If you intend to do anything, don't stain my house with your messes and keep it out of the public eye.❞ ❝Bottom line, just don't destroy my house.❞ With that, she motioned everyone to go be fly and fancy free while she dragged Lucas off to the side and began talking about the plans for the rest of the night with him.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ TROUBLED✖ DAY 5 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/25/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LIBRARY [/url]Books and charts and maps were scattered about the table in the study room that Hay Sun had picked out for herself. It had a good view of where she parked her motorcycle, and the park across the street. She could have stayed at home and did this research, but the library had a sense of being official about it, and she felt more comfortable knowing that she had an endless resource of knowledge at her finger tips. Right now, the Wikipedia page on archangels was quickly becoming her best friend. She was abstaining from touching any bibles or religious scripts that the library had because . . . Well, just for the sake of not touching them. ❝Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael are always mentioned . . .❞ she murmured to herself, looking over the page and pictures. They weren't exactly benevolent creatures — archangels were warriors of the higher god. ❝Seven archangels . . .❞ It was from various beliefs that there were seven archangels, though this wasn't a widespread thing. The Catholic Church only recognized the three that most everyone knew, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael. Eastern Orthodox recognized seven, including the former three, Selaphiel, Jegudiel, Raguel, and . . . Uriel. Hay Sun tried not to let that name bother her. Some of them were also associated with days of the week, weird. And seasons. Weirder. She shook her head, and then stared hard at the link that was leading to the page on Uriel. She had already looked up Puriel — There wasn't much to be said about him, but that search had led her to finding out that Uriel was sometimes referred to as Puriel. Both an angel and an archangel. Hay Sun slumped back in her chair. A thought occurred to her. Lucifer was an angel, right? She wasn't sure, and then went on to confirm. He was a fallen angel. Fallen angels were those against God, they were led in a war against him, in some beliefs. Were there any situations where fallen angels weren't evil? Some of these guys seemed cast out pretty wrongly. ❝NOW THINK, WHY DOES THAT SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU?❞ She clicked her tongue and hated how much she was getting into this. Even with all this research, what was that supposed to change? Angels and gods still weren't real, and these . . . hallucinations she had been having were just spells of being lightheaded. She just wanted to know the truth.
⎝ DAY 5┊1/3 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 22ND ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊AUDITORIUM ⎞⎝ MOOD┊CHEERFUL ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊26% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Message To: Noëlle Chambers ( e-mail ) Well, now that we have that out of the way... I just want to make sure that since I respect your privacy (even though you don't tell me anything anyway) you would respect mine. I'm not going to be spending as much time at home, if you haven't already noticed. ...About the thing I said, at Benny's. I didn't just say... that — it wasn't a girl. I suppose since I was a bit of a klutz about blurting it out, I should just tell you. I'm bisexual. Yes, I have slept with guys. No girls, yet. Haha. Ha. Embarrassing. Sorry you had to find out the way you did. While I'm talking about this... Is there anything you want to tell me? Boyfriends? Girfriends? Polyamorus relationships? Skip that last one, my frail heart wouldn't be able to handle it. • • • • • Bryan listened to Sophie's announcements, half-wondering why it was her up there, and not Julius. Sir Dashing Patch? He smothered a laugh. When she was through, everyone quickly went to their places on stage and backstage while she joined him in the pit to organize. They went over the score, quickly, one more time. "Alright, quiet on the set!" someone called out, and that was the orchestra's cue to softly lull into the introductory music; a mix of melancholic sleepiness and a sunset over a small, sleepy town, which was the setting of the play. A shiver of excitement ran down Bryan's spine at actually hearing the music echo through the halls, and that everything was coming together at the motion of his hands. What an exhilarating feeling. Soon, things were happening, and everyone was doing their part. His eyes followed the beautiful Maria, enjoying her acting and the way her lips and body moved. Maybe Harley was right; was it time for a girlfriend?
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 1/3 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 22ND ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ AUDITORIUM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %22 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ I WASN'T ABLE TO SLEEP, WHAT CAN I SAY. ⎠ ❝Ｉ'ＬＬ ＫＥＥＰ ＡＬＬ ＹＯＵＲ ＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ ． ． ． ＭＡＹＢＥ．❞ While everyone was setting up for rehearsals ( today was their first rehearsal where they would run through the entire play, music, script, and all ), Sophie spoke to Julius about a few announcements that she would make, and after a confirmation, she took center stage, grabbing all attention. ❝Alright, listen up,❞ she said through the microphone, ❝Today marks our first 'official' rehearsal, so that means we'll be running through everything today and start the fine-tuning. Most of you know that the play is in three days, so if there was ever a time to pull our acts together, it would be now.❞ She motioned for Bryan to set up the orchestra and get all the players in their proper seating. ❝Also, just a little something to look forward to, I'll be throwing an after-party either the night after the play, or the day after, we can take a vote on it later. Just a little get together for the cast and crew only, don't invite any unwanteds, okay? I'll probably have my pets eat them or something.❞ ❝On a final note, everyone should treat this rehearsal as the real deal, that means no phones, no talking, and no leaving unless you've cleared it with Sir Dashing Patch, quietly. Maria, no diva fits, Torvald, no revolutions. Et cetera, et cetera. That'll be all.❞ Sophie set the microphone back on its stand and left the stage while everyone else went back to working on setting up for their practice recital. She joined Bryan in the pit and began directing the members of the orchestra to their seating while she pulled out her cello and set it next to the first chair seat in the cello section. She watched Quentin walk backstage to no doubt start working with Elisa on makeup and sighed. They hadn't really talked in the last few days, and that bugged her. It wasn't that she was neglecting her toys, it was more like he wasn't paying attention, which was always a bit of a problem for her. She supposed that she wasn't trying hard enough? With a roll of her eyes, she decided it didn't matter. Ahaha. It might be a little more interesting if he were dating someone. Like Pierce and Oliver. They weren't dating, but with their work in the box office, they spent a lot of time together, alone. That would make for a fun set up. Sophie didn't like sharing.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 3/3 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 21ST ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ NOT GREAT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %5 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝Ｉ'ＬＬ ＫＥＥＰ ＡＬＬ ＹＯＵＲ ＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ ． ． ． ＭＡＹＢＥ．❞ Admittedly, extended rehearsal had been fun. She went most of the night without making any witty comments about anyone and upsetting them. They had watched a movie, even had pizza. It was a great reprieve from her thoughts. Even more so when she thought about that Seraphina girl. Sophie had laughed at her. Did she think Sophie was trying to be her friend? How silly. She was a plaything, at most. Four days . . . The play would be on in four days. Sophie wouldn't see the spotlight, which was fine with her — she just hoped that Bryan didn't screw up. She had a bit of faith in him, but his mood had seemed pretty sour in the last few days. She hoped it cleared up. Maria and Torvald still didn't get along, but it was a conflict the two could work over. She just didn't want things to fall apart. She would make sure they wouldn't. At a rare glance of Sophie's personal life, said girl drove up to her house to find it, once again, empty. Was Lucas home? She couldn't tell yet . . . It didn't bother her that her parents weren't home — they usually never were, so it was nothing new, but coming home to a big place like this was not the greatest of things, sometimes. If Sophie were honest, being alone wasn't that great. It was the reason she usually immersed herself in groups of people; simply observing them make her feel loads better, which was why it was great when Lucas was home. He always made her feel better. ❝Welcome home, Nico.❞ came his accented voice from behind her, grabbing her hand and twirling her around. She laughed, unguarded for that moment, and then he set her down. It might be good to mention now that Lucas was only twenty-four, and was working for Sophie's parents, in turn for housing. He was a great person. ❝Mother and father aren't home?❞ she asked, even though she already knew the answer. ❝Just you and I, tonight. Would you care to do anything?❞ For a moment she looked thoughtful, and then they moved to the living room to watch television. ❝I don't feel good . . .❞ she murmured. ❝Stay with me?❞ ❝Of course, Nico.❞ Curled up on the couch next to Lucas, Sophie fell asleep thinking about Pierce and Quentin, and the party she planned to throw after a successful showing of the play.
⎝ DAY 4┊3/3 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 21ST ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HARLEY'S HOUSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊. . . ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊27% > ❤!!! > 84% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Message To: Bryan ( e-mail ) No need to apologize, it was my fault. I'm sorry for flipping out and I'm sorry for going through your stuff. You're right, it's none of my business what you're doing. This is better than nothing, I guess.• • • • • Staying after rehearsals has over for extended duty had definitely been a good idea. He needed something to take his mind off things. Bryan hadn't replied to Noëlle's e-mail yet, and he didn't bother trying to talk to her, even thought he desperately wanted to . . . But Harley was right, maybe. Spending time away from each other would be a good idea . . . Being pen pals would help, maybe. Maybe, maybe, maybe. At least he already had dinner. That pizza had filled him up for sure, and now he was lying contentedly in . . . not his house. Bryan already told Ms. Chambers that he was gonna be spending the night at a friend's house — and he didn't mention that it was Harley's, in case Noëlle had been listening. It was probably safe to say he didn't trust her anymore, and that was a little saddening for him. "You want me to sleep in your bed?" "Why not? You've slept in it before." "Yeah, but that's usually after we have sex." "Okay, if it's that much of a problem, then I guess sex it is." ". . . Cheeky bastard." After the aforementioned activity that left a few bite marks on Bryan's exposed torso and other places, the two boys formed themselves around each other and talked into the night. Harley was curious about how things were going with the pen pal deal, but there hadn't been much for Bryan to report. Eventually, the two of them fell asleep, hoping for some better results tomorrow. Maybe Bryan needed to start seeing someone. Two people immediately came to mind; Maria and Elisa. But he enjoyed being with Harley. Augh.
In KHV's closet, of course. It's where we keep all of the stuff we're not using. I know Makaze's in there, somewhere. I've yet to find him.
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MANY / MADELINE • L A T E S T ] [ OOC : LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD? HERKA. ] [ DAY : 61 - 4/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : VAN ] [ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : DAZED ] [/url] Harley listened to the talk. He felt pretty out of it and couldn't really think clearly at the moment. He knew that they had to get somewhere safe, since it was almost nighttime. Bernie mentioned a hotel, which was, yes, their original plan for the end of the day. But when Madeline had mentioned Devyn, his mind went down another track completely. He wondered if Kallisti was dead yet. He didn't know what kind of person Devyn was, but she was a player just like the rest of them. God, he hated her -- and at the same time, he didn't. She was just trying to win, just trying to exist. Ugh. Remind me why we left Marina behind? What were they trying to do here, stall? He was pretty sure it wouldn't really do them any good. Marina would probably be killed, and then the rest of them will be picked off. Annoying. His phone vibrated in his pocket. Be safe. I will contact you soon. He clicked his tongue at the message. If she said that, she thought that she was going to survive then encounter; a part of Harley wanted to believe that, but there were just too many paths that saw her death at the end of them. "We need to get to a motel, something shoddy. Out of the way." Harley replied with a patient tone. He needed more time to think . . . Of what? "There." he pointed down the road at a motel with the neon-lights name 'Red Road Motel'. If Devyn was buddy-buddy with Crestatia, summoning her shouldn't have been a big deal, right? Devyn had the advantage because she wasn't scared. Harley had to admit, he was scared. He didn't want to make a wrong move, and then die. There had to be a right way to do this. In order to summon her, what was needed again . . . ? A vessel and an offering, right? He looked at Madeline. She would know, wouldn't she? "Hey," he murmured to her, hopefully low enough for no one else to hear, "You've summoned her, right? How do you go about doing this?" He figured it was something kind of like calling out to her, and then she might ask for something in return? An offering. Before anyone summoned her, they definitely had to know what they were asking for. . . . The only question was, what was Harley asking for? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THOUGHTFUL✖ DAY 5 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/26/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOF [/url]A thin layer of sweat coated her pale skin as she sat up in her bed with a start. After a moment of realization that she was back in her room, she gripped her head with one hand and took a deep breath. ❝Just a dream . . .❞ she muttered to herself, and threw her blankets off. Getting out of bed, Hay Sun headed to her closet and got dressed for the day, then set out for breakfast. The dream hadn't really been much. Just fire. Lots of fire. The world in fire? She didn't understand. More like she was on fire. Or she was harnessing it. Something like that. A flaming sword, maybe. Hay Sun couldn't really connect thoughts in her mind at the moment, everything was coming to her in short burst. When she remembered what she had seen yesterday, and what she had said . . . That hadn't been her. Who was that man? Was it even a man? She swore that she did not hallucinate the wings -- they had definitely been there. God, angels. Couldn't be, right? And what the hell was she supposed to remember? She sighed. As Hay Sun headed up to the roof, she remembered that she had decided to go to the library today, to read up on archangels. Currently, she didn't see much of a difference, but they had to be more special, right? What did that mean?
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 21TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HALLWAY > AUDITORIUM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ TIRED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %11 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝Ｉ'ＬＬ ＫＥＥＰ ＡＬＬ ＹＯＵＲ ＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ ． ． ． ＭＡＹＢＥ．❞ ❝Excuse me, I don't mean to sound rude, but this is a closed rehearsal. No one outside of the cast and crew are allowed to be here.❞ Maria's annoyed voice snapped Sophie from the daze she was in. After leaving Pierce's house yesterday, everything had become a bit of a nightmare . . . She yawned. The lack of sleep wasn't really getting to her now, but it would be soon. The auditorium was far too warm for her liking, so she removed her blazer and set it on the music stand, walking down the aisle and into the lobby for a moment of fresh air. Last night had been . . . Mmm. Damn. It had been terrible. Sophie walked down the hall, twisting the rose ring around her finger on her left hand, as a distraction. The orchestra was finally assembled, and Bryan had led them down to the orchestra hall. Sophie was supposed to be down there, but her presence wasn't necessary, which was why she was spending time in the auditorium. With a calming, deep breath, she walked back into the auditorium. ❝. . . go. She goes. I assume my request to be given that one part was denied and never come back. Sound good?❞ It was too early for this ( even though it was the afternoon ). ❝Miss Seraphina is an extra, Maria.❞ Sophie sighed loudly. ❝Unfortunate as her presence may be, she is allowed here. Now hurry along back up to the stage and wait for His Drammatica Majesty to get here. I'm sure'll he'll make an appearance soon.❞
Because Saxima's computer is going to explode, she is simply -- third person omniscient -- saying that Sophie, Bryan and Quentin ( who never actually woke up that day, herk ) went to sleep in places she will elaborate in tomorrow when her computer doesn't threaten to explode. Thank you and good night.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SLEEPY✖ DAY 4 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/25/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARK [/url]With her journal laying at her side, writing had had helled clear her mind a lot. She was able to lay peacefully against the trunk of the tree as a breeze danced over her skin. She opened her eyes to see the world distorted around her and she immediately hopped to her feet, on guard and ready to break the bet if she had to. Hay Sun had to admit, she was pretty damn proud of herself, for not flipping out at all during the day. No one pissed her off, no one go hurt. It was usually as simple as that -- and a part of her wished that it could be like that every day. ❝URIEL,❞ Hay Sun whipped around, her kicked leg slamming into the ground after she swung it. It hit nothing. ❝YOU MUST REMEMBER EVERYTHING. IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO STAY ALIVE.❞ It was them again. The person . . . thing from outside the shop. The same breathtakingly beautiful thing. And she wasn't having it. Hay Sun quickly swung her fist, but it still hit nothing. ❝WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?❞ Hay Sun clasped her hands over her mouth. That had not been her voice. Or . . . at least it didn't sound like it. No. Uriel -- Puriel -- whatever. Her name was Hay Sun. Nothing else. Of course, she got no answer. Her tone was acidic and dangerous, but she had a feeling that whoever -- whatever this was, she couldn't harm it. And then . . . Wings. Tomorrow, she decided she would dedicate to studying something a little different from angels . . . Archangels. Levi had mentioned them when she brought up Uriel, as his family was Christian and he knew more about these things than she did. She needed answers. Soon. For now . . . She climbed into bed after a shower and a change of clothes, and then fell asleep.
⎝ DAY 3┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 20TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HARLEY'S HOUSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊. . . ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Just a little over twenty minutes later, Bryan's car pulled up to Harley's house. For a long moment, he sat in his car and stared at the door, willing his friend to come out instead of him having to go in. When his will didn't work, he sighed and then dragged himself out of his car. He trudged up the walkway and then the door decided to open. Harley met him nearly halfway before stopping a few feet ahead of Bryan. The both of them simply stood there, not even having to use words, and soon enough, Harley was guiding a hysterical, sobbing Bryan into his large home. "I - I don't kn - know wh - what I did -- wrong . . ." he choked out, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch in the living room. "I just -- W - Was it a bad idea t - to push her . . . ? She's just be - been lying to me -- for s - such a long time now . . . !!" For a long few hours ( about all of the afternoon and into the night ), Harley let Bryan sob, bitch, whine, be concerned, angry, sob some more, feel sorry for himself, and pretty much all other negative coping methods one could think of before finally giving the kid a good smack in the face -- one which Bryan was grateful for after they wrestled and nearly had hate-sex in the middle of the kitchen. "You can't help it," Harley started when they were lying on the ground and staring at the high ceiling, "You're just one really dense kid, who cares a hell of a lot about his sister. You've told me all about your old man, so I think I'm starting to understand, at least a little." Bryan curled into his side. "Your sister is overly attached to you. I don't know what that means. Every younger sibling looks up to their big bro or sis, that's usually how it works. But your momma thinks you two are . . . too attached. I'm thinking, like, incest-attached. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against that kind of thing, but you are honestly too dense and emotional for that, and I can't say much for your sister. You need a solution that keeps you two in contact without . . . actually being in contact all that much." Bryan peered up at Harley with his reddening, deep green eyes, looking just like a lost child. Harley sighed. "I think I have an idea . . ." • • • • • Bryan sat in front of a computer, clicking through to set up his IM client. It . . . didn't seem like a bad idea -- what was honestly the worst that could happen? He knew there would be trouble if they were together because things weren't the same anymore; they were growing up. People change. I've got to try . . . He didn't think it could ever happen -- him and Noëlle growing apart. They had missed that awkward teenage phase where they hated each other for no reason, but was it coming back to bite them now? No matter what . . . Bryan didn't, would never, regret protecting her from their dad. Message To: Noëlle Chambers ( e-mail ) I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now, and I know today was pretty crappy. I'm sorry... Really, I am. I'm not sure how to tell you, but it seems like whenever we're together, things don't go as great as they used to, so... I've got a bit of an idea. Hear me out? It would probably be better if we stayed away from each other for a little while --- physically, I mean. Or at least minimize our physical interaction until we know stuff is gonna be alright... Which is why I was thinking we could become like penpals. Except with... chat, and e-mail. It's not the best idea, but I'm trying... Tell me what you think?
⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 20TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL / . . . ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %11 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ WHY AM I STILL UP AT 5:30AM. ⎠ ❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞ Closely, Sophie watched Pierce. Her reaction told quite a bit. Her dad wasn't just anyone she talked about, and not to just anyone. She didn't like being asked about him, or thinking about him, maybe. Before she could speculate much longer on the matter, Pierce began to talk to her. ❝My dad is -- was in the Navy. He died overseas when I was twelve. He was . . . he was wonderful -- super caring, always there for us. It's why my mom has to work so hard. We get about $500 a month from the government, but that stops when I turn 18 in a couple months. It doesn't cover all the expenses so she's gone a lot.❞ Inspecting Pierce's smile, Sophie gathered that it was a pretty hard-knock life for the girl ( that phrase being relative, of course ), and carefully considered what she should reply. Daddy issues hadn't been exactly right, but they were in that ballpark. She had expected something different, but now that she knew the truth ( it had been a little boring, and not worth exploiting [ In truth, Sophie would probably never exploit something like this from or about Pierce. ] ), there wasn't really any good reply. It was obvious that Pierce was going to cry and was strained by the subject, and while Sophie was one to put her finger in the bullet wound, she wasn't a bully and wouldn't push someone she was interested in away. Before that came to a peak, Pierce resumed cleaning away breakfast. ❝What about you? What are your parents like?❞ She forced herself to swallow the rest of her milk calmly, and began to look thoughtful at the question, just as she normally would. What about her parents? There wasn't much to say about them -- not anything that would matter. Both of them were still alive, still fully healthy, and cherished their . . . earthly possessions and work a great deal. She had once gone out of her way to be with them, as a young girl, but now grown up, she more went out of her way to be sure she never saw their faces. In short, they were sorry excuses for human beings, with everything they had done. Not too long after the question was asked, Sophie laughed. ❝What about my parents? They're not a couple you would like to know.❞ was her elusive answer. She had already shared enough secrets for a few years, at least. She was tired of the heavy talk now, it bored her. With time, she would come up with other questions to ask Pierce. ❝What do you think we should do for the rest of the day?❞
