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『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/20/2015 - 10:26AM ✖『DAY』 03.2​

❝You ...❞

Noëlle felt panicked already. Her palms were sweaty and she felt sick to her stomach, about ready to have a full on anxiety attack in the middle of Benny's.

❝Don't be mad.❞

❝Why were you in my things? I'm not going anywhere. Why did you take my stuff? I'm not going to leave you. Why do you care who I sleep with? I wouldn't leave you. It wasn't even a girl.❞

Everything else faded out and her panic evaporated. It wasn't even a girl? What did that mean? Was he ... ?! No way. No way. No way. Had she ever seen him with a girl before? She thought on it, but her mind was mess. Her fingers trembled and it became difficult to breathe ... or see, or hear, or feel.

Her tensed shoulders dropped when Bryan got up to leave. She watched him go and when he disappeared, took a shaky sip of water and cleaned her face with a few napkins.

A bit after he returned, their food arrived and she was asked -- no, told to eat. She picked up her fork and took a bite of the waffles. They didn't taste like anything.

❝Enough with the heavy, you know? We can talk about it later. What else do you think we should do today?❞

❝Nothing, I want to go home.❞

He was trying, she could tell. He had gotten upset about what she had done, not about how she felt. She could recognize that. He was trying. He was a good person. Too good a person, too good a brother.

Regret didn't even begin to summarize her absolute loathing with herself for having said anything. Why did people pry? Sometimes clamming up with the better option. Sometimes, keeping secrets was the better option.

She wasn't hungry, but she kept eating until an acceptable portion of her food had been shoved down her throat.

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『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/20/2015 - 10:22AM ✖『DAY』 03.2​

❝No girlfriend,❞

❝Right.❞ Her voice was flat and her face drained of color the moment the word left her lips. She lowered her gaze and hunched her shoulders slightly, feeling embarrassed.

Then he continued and she began to feel anxious.

❝Noëlle, how have you really been? Be honest. Something's been bothering you. I can tell.❞

She wasn't sure what to do. Tell the truth? Lie? Lie!! It had to be a lie. She couldn't tell him ... Well, she could tell him part of it, maybe.

❝Are you two ready to order?❞

The leveled voice of a dark haired waiter alerted her attention. She lifted her gaze towards the man and then diverted it shyly, feeling mildly uncomfortable with his staring. Honestly, she just wanted to disappear. She felt like she was being emotionally attacked. Coming to breakfast had seemed like a nice idea but ... it really wasn't the same as before. There was so much bottled up, and this served as a reminder that those things would likely never be resolved.

At Bryan's prompting, she ordered first -- strawberry Belgian waffles with nothing on the side. Her brother ordered and then the waiter was off and she was expected to answer.

Her knees pressed together so hard they must have bruised. The menu had been taken from her by the waiter, so now she had nothing to hide behind, and the tears were still threatening to fall. It took a few deep breaths, but she eventually lowered her hands from the table and placed them on her thighs instead, clutching at the hem of her gray sweater nervously.

❝I've been lonely, I guess.❞ It was a start. ❝I miss you, a lot ... I don't know if you know, but ... uh. Last year, mom had a talk with me about ... you, and how attached I seemed. She said she was worried but, I don't know, it made me ... Feel like a bother.❞

And like more of a freak.

❝So ... I've been keeping my distance. But it's really hard, because ... Besides Professor, I don't really have anybody else. You-- ... ❞

Oh, no ...

Tears.

Her fingers trembled against her thighs and her right foot ground it's heel against the top of her left shoe.

❝You're the only on-one I have and, so I've been rea-really ... um ... struggling? I guess? Trying to s-stay a ...❞ Deep breath. ❝Away from you.❞

Why can't I make any lasting friends ...? Why did Bryan have to be so protective back then ...?

❝You -- ugh -- you shouldn't have protected me, Bryan ... You should have just let dad ... !❞

Her mouth clamped shut and her bottom lip quivered. She shouldn't have even started to say that ... She hadn't meant it. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, desperately trying to gauge his reaction before giving way to the shameful, horrible feelings that were building her. She wanted to sob, desperately. But they were somewhere public, and running off now ...

❝I'm s-so sorry ... I ... I just love you so much, and I'm so, so, so, scared you're going to leave me ... I need you, I don't have anyone else, I don't even want them anymore, and I just know one of these days you're going to leave me, especially now that I know you've been sleeping with someone ... ❞

... Oh, crap.

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Aaaaaccepted !

Eh. I was hoping she'd be like ... Goldilocks or something? Lol. But okay.

I don't know. It was a bit disappointing. The fights in all of them are EXCELLENT. Like, oh my goodness. And the character designs and weapons are amazing.

The voice acting is so bad in my opinion. Okay, not the WORST it could be, but very mediocre. You would think that with their massive fanbase, they would have found a more professional / high quality cast to work with.

Ruby's voice ... Her voice!! So disappointing. I thought, as stated, she'd have a deeper more mysterious air to her but she's just ... :CC I don't know, now I'm kind of expecting something cheesy with phenomenal action scenes, too. ​

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i miss u guys ; n ;

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『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/20/2015 - 10:00AM ✖『DAY』 03.2​

Noëlle was up and ready to go earlier than she normally wanted to be and somehow she wasn't terribly lethargic at all! The day before had gone better than she thought. Richie had been sweet and she had thoroughly enjoyed his singing. Julius praised her work ... The biggest accomplishment, however, was securing some time alone with Bryan. As the hours of the previous day wore on, she found herself becoming more and more excited about the outing they would be having in the morning.

While waiting outside for Bryan to get ready, she decided to text Maria and Quentin back.

Message To: Quentin (email) Glad to hear it. Oh, no ... Don't apologize for that. That summer was ... crazy. I don't think any of us were expecting things to turn out that way, or knew how to deal with it. I didn't, at least, haha. Alright, cool! See you at rehearsal tomorrow, maybe. : )

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Message To: Maria Sorry, I'm going out today. I may be free later. What's up?

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❝Remember Benny's, Noë? I think we'll go there. We used to love it when we were little.❞

A strange sense of nostalgia washed over her but she ignored it, not in the mood to get all sentimental. Instead, she relished in the fluttering of her heart, caused by his use of her nickname.

❝Vaguely ...❞ Her voice nearly faltered towards the end, but she caught herself and smiled -- though he was too focused on getting to the car to notice. ❝Sounds good.❞

Bryan and her climbed into his car and they were off! The ride to was a bit quiet at first, and for a moment she feared the awkwardness might seep back in between them, but she figured it was just her imagination. She fiddled with her the strings of her winter hat, and nibbled at her bottom lip until she worked up the nerve to initiate a friendly conversation.

All quietness dispersed, replaced by comfortable conversation until they arrived at Benny's.

Once they were seated, she ordered an orange juice and began to look over the menu. The heels of her winter boots knocked together under the table rhythmically, and she wondered what Bryan would think about her initiating some kind of footsies, under the guise of sibling playfulness. She opted not to push things and mentally settled on what she would order when the waiter returned.

❝So how have you been feeling lately?❞

Her eyes trailed up from a delicious looking picture of Benny's Belgian Slam and settled on Bryan's face.

❝Well ...❞ Well what? Well shit!. Her head swam with possible answers; memories dancing back to the incident with the condoms and lubrication, and how angry she had felt upon discovering them. Then, she remembered Ms. Chambers 'talk', and the summer of 2013, and e v e r y t h i n g.

❝... Fine.❞ She finally replied, a bit sharply. It was so hard not to confide in him fully. Her feelings had always been the ONE thing she could never tell him, up until late. There was so much eating at her ... Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she buried her face back onto the menu, gnawing on her bottom lip until she calmed herself. ❝... What about you? Anything new? Any girlfriend, hahahaha?❞

The last part was thickly laced with playfulness, but her knuckles were white from clenching the menu so hard and her heart was probably about to literally explode,

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Um ... No. I would prefer you be held accountable for your own character. The most convenient thing to do, imo, is to send Sasha away until you're back [ if you won't be around ]. Say she's going on a trip or something and knock her out of the picture until you're back.

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newcomers: http://kh-vids.net/threads/❥▐-cupids-brew.138675/page-40#post-4062771

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/19/2015 - 9:14PM ✖『DAY』 02.2​

Her heart had probably stopped the moment Julius said her work wasn't good, but she was quickly relieved when he continued. He really liked it!! Julius wouldn't lie, either. If it sucked, he would have told her ...

He liked it ...

She thought about actually getting back to her compositions at some point over the weekend, then. Motivation !!

Richie seemed shy about it at first, but actually took the stage. She was proud, and would have played along if Erik hadn't started with some background music. Maria and Elisa arrived and Noëlle greeted them pushing aside all negative feelings.

When Bryan smiled at her she returned it, though it was lacking enthusiasm. She shook her head to dispel any awkwardness. They had a date tomorrow, after all. Her face lit up and she nearly 'squee'd aloud. No matter what happened, Bryan was her big brother. No talk from mom or even ... dad would ever change that. Not ever. She loved him and in a way, she thought, he would always love her.

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The car ride home was a bit more conversational than the one to the school. When they got through the door, she greeted Ms. Chambers, ate, watched a bit of television, showered, worked on a composition and then hopped into bed -- making sure to remind Bryan that they were spending time together in the morning before hand.

Uh. Then she slept.

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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔
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There was nothing interesting to be found at Clarissa's. Not to him, anyway. Then again, they didn't really let them into the back room [ which he expected ]. Grace ended up filling out an application for a waitress position, apparently just to 'get close to the source' and they grabbed a bite to eat together. He was mostly quiet and observant as usual, humoring her silly stories and attempting to ease the disappointment of the afternoon with light humor, despite how he felt.

Night fell, and before Grace could say good night and stumble off to a nearby bus stop, Oliver offered her a ride back home. It was accepted and they were off through the festive streets of Candlewood. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas, colorful lights twinkling upon houses, but it hardly felt like the holiday season to him. He had been looking forward going ice skating on Lake Maer, a tradition he and Reed were trying to start up, but the idea wasn't so appealing if Mary wasn't going to be there ... He glanced at Grace for a moment as he drove, mumbling a distant reply to some question about the show Epic Ghost Adventures: Paranormal Investigations by Your Generation [ EGA: PIBYG ].

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8:10pm​

❝Want anything? We've got popcorn, hot chocolate, chips, uhh ... You like pretzels! We have thoooose. You want some? ... Oliver? OLLIE! ❞

❝... Huh?❞

❝Do you want some?❞ Oliver twisted around from his place on the sunken beige colored couch at her prompting. The dark-haired, brown-eyed girl stood near the island of her kitchen, shaking an unopened bag of pretzels with an annoyed expression. He couldn't help but smile at her.

❝Yes, please. Thanks. Sorry.❞

Once a bowl was filled, Grace made her way delicately across the carpeted living room floor to the entertainment center. They had agreed to watch a movie together, since it was the weekend, and their plans for the day hadn't exactly gone properly. Grace was home alone for the night, and she seemed a little uneasy about it. Oliver figured she was scared, so he had no problem keeping her company.

She placed the bowl in his lap and her gaze lingered on him for a long moment before she took a place beside him and started the movie.

It was some recent drama that had just been released on DVD. He didn't much care for the synopsis but, well, he was just trying to take his mind off of things.

Just ten minutes into the movie Grace was staring at him again. He couldn't lie, it was annoying as fuck. What was her deal? He tried to ignore her at first, devouring pretzels compulsively, but eventually his head snapped to the side and his green eyes dug into her own. She visibly flinched and diverted her gaze, face red. He thought he had scared her off, but then she spoke.

❝Oliver ... Are you okay?❞ Her voice was soft, falling beneath the volume of the movie just barely, and making him wildly uncomfortable. ❝You're being weird today ...❞

His chest tightened and he placed another pretzel onto his tongue. Awkward. He didn't know how to deal with situations like these. He was being weird? He wasn't trying to be. He was trying to be himself.

Then again, it's probably an issue when you have to attempt to be yourself, isn't it? Hell ...

❝I, um, well ... Are you and Mary alright?❞ He nearly bit his tongue off. She refused to look at him, even though his burning gaze was aimed right at her, and he could tell from this angle that her ears were red now, too. He tried to calm down. Grace held her hands together in her lap, knuckles white. ❝You don't have to t-tell me, I just ...❞

He didn't want to talk about Mary. Or himself.

Impulsively, [ in a bit of a panic ] he grabbed the remote control from between them and muted the film, placing the now empty bowl at his feet and turning to face her.

❝You like me, don't you?❞

Grace gasped somewhat dramatically [ in his opinion ], turning to face him with wide eyes and a gaping expression. Her loosely bunned hair whipped so quickly it fell apart into a twisted ponytail.

❝O-Oliver!❞ Her eyes danced around the room, seemingly searching for a distraction. He wouldn't let her find one. He wouldn't let her bring up Mary again, or ask him how he was feeling. Her lips parted again to speak. ❝I ...❞

❝I can tell. You're always asking me to do crap with you, and you don't have a boyfriend -- or a girlfriend, from what I can see. You're always alone. You call me all of the time and text me obsessively. You're always asking about Mary like you really give a shit, when it's just to make yourself feel better, isn't it? You like it when we fight, because it means you can weasel your way in, because you're here and Mary isn't. You like me. Maybe you even love me? Don't be shy about it ... ❞

Without thinking, he had closed the space between them. His hands rested on her shoulders, and his knees occupied the space between her thighs. He could feel her shaky breath on his face, and his fingertips trailed down her arms to grip her hands tightly. Their lips crashed together roughly, and he tasted her mouth on his. Bubblegum peppermint, from an earlier piece of gum, and cherries. They stayed like that, until he felt a whimper vibrate against his tongue and drew back with a husky sigh.

It was dim in the living room, but the flashing screen of the silent movie still playing was enough to illuminate the tears on her face. Grace stared up at him, almost in shock. It made him feel instantly crummy and he pulled away to his side of the couch. His tongue ran over his lips absently and he glanced at her again. Her tears had turned into a full blown sobbing session, and he desperately wanted to shrink into nothingness. Why was she crying? He was right, wasn't he? Wasn't he ... ?

❝Y-you're terrible.❞ A dagger of a statement drilled through his chest. Grace fixed her shirt, pulled herself away from the couch and disappeared towards her bedroom in a fit of sniffles, leaving him alone.

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9:14pm​

She never asked him to leave, but he did any way. A text would be sent later issuing an apology. He wouldn't say what he did wrong, and apart of him genuinely didn't understand it. A greater part of him, however, could comprehend how his words could have upset her, whether she 'liked' him or not. He had just been so anxious about Mary. He didn't want to talk and Grace would pry ... Well, he was afraid she would ... So he ...

Reed wasn't home when he arrived and that was a definite positive for the night. Oliver didn't want to talk to him ... He took a nice, hot, somewhat-emotional shower and then went straight to bed.

All of you are accepted. ​

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Reed arrived home at around 4:32AM, unintentionally waking Oliver with his boisterous laughter and the company of a graciously endowed beauty with raven-hair. The blonde-haired young adult found himself out on the balcony of the apartment, in the cold, with his laptop. Reed and the stranger's ~ activities ~ could still be heard beyond the thin walls of the second bedroom and Oliver wasn't into that.

He was restless, and entered the house twice before finally settling into the ugly brown, woven balcony chair his cousin had sent them. Once for a thick quilt to bundle himself in and the second time for a cup of black coffee.

His laptop lit up with life as soon as he lifted the top and he metaphorically ventured off to spend a few minutes clicking through YouTube videos. The minutes turned into hours, and YouTube turned into a plethora of other sites. Then at exactly seven, his messenger was logged into. Mary would be awake.

His prediction was confirmed. The green orb next to her username beckoned him, though he was still a bit angry with her for the other day. After a bit of brooding, he finally messaged her.

[td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] That kind of makes f[font=arial]ucking[/font] sense? You're supposed to be here in less than a week. You still won't even let me call you over the phone and you refuse to talk to me about it. I'm [i]kind of[/i] freaking out, Mary. What's up?[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] i'm not coming.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] ??[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] i'm not coming to visit you. my roommates want to go to Disney World for winter break.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] But you talked to them and they helped you plan for your visit ... ? Why are they changing their minds and forcing you to come? That doesn't make any sense.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] they're not. i just dn't want to visit candlewood. i would rather go to DW. besides, while i'm in flordia, i can meet with mr. ledo about my internship [/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] If you're lying to me quit it. Just be honest ... if they're forcing you just say no.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Oh ...[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] sorry ... i'll pay you back for the ticket.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Oh.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] don't be mad [plain]:([/plain][/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] I don't know what to say.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] uug this is why i didn't want to talk to you about it. you're so selfish. :/ can't you be happy for me?? we can plan a trip for the summer if you want[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Selfish, huh? ... This is the second trip you've backed out of. I don't think you want to see me.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] that's not true!!![/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] if you're gonna be a butt about it then i should have just lied[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ:[br][/br] going to work early. bye.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [tr][td][font=arial][size=12px][color=#D03E49][b][/b]ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ has logged out.[/color][/size][/font][size=12px][/size][/td][size=12px][/size][/tr][size=12px] [/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size]

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: Hey. You here?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: oh, good morning oliver! :D

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: What happened yesterday?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: well. do you want the truth or a lie?

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ: ... The truth?

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: i don't know really waht to say.

ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ: what*

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[size=12px][color=#efd283][b][/b]ＯＬＩＶＥＲ:[br][/br] Why not?[/color][/size]

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A quick text to Pierce alerted her that he would not be attending rehearsal again until Monday. He spent the rest of his morning and early afternoon alternating between trying to go back to sleep and fighting off to urge to pick a fight with Reed -- just for the hell of it.

In the end, he drowned himself in boring television until Grace called him and asked if he was 'still' coming to Clarissa's. Honestly, Oliver wanted to be alone -- maybe forever. He didn't want to see Grace, let alone pretend to be in a good mood about things ... Not that Grace ever asked that of him ... Grace really had been there for him. At least, more often that that stupid Mary bitch had. He bit down on his bottom lip until it hurt. He hadn't meant to think that about her.

Deciding that it was best to get out instead of suffocating in his sorrows, he hopped into his car with a quick change of clothes and started off towards Clarissa's. It wasn't too far from Fortissimo University, when he thought about it. A quaint little diner on the corner of a busy street. Not much of a looker from the outside, but the inside was lavish and welcoming, and the food was delicious. He had heard that another diner called Lacey's had once been there, back in his grandparent's day, but after some kind of freak accident was shut down.

Maybe Grace's ghost story had some kind of truth in it ...

Sigh ...

Hey, do you have a Skype?

Will accept you both when you fill out the 'crush' part. Neither one of you have Cupid's Brew or a crush in mind [ both which are the focus of the RP ], so. Crushes are able to change, but you should have a focus in the beginning -- it makes initial interactions easier, more interesting, and allows for a gentle ease into the entire purpose of the RP. I allowed two people not to have crushes initially and those slots have been taken.

Also, a request in advance: Please don't oversell the 'anger' part in both of your personalities. We just got past a heavily bi-polar character [ that was really, really disruptive to the story ] and it would be appreciated if that theme wasn't overused. This isn't an accusation that you will, haha. Just something to keep in mind. :)​

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/19/2015 - 2:00PM ✖『DAY』 02.2​

❝That sounds... beautiful, Noëlle. It's legit so soothing and peaceful... you're really good at playing piano. How long have you been playing?❞

The benign voice of someone familiar to her interrupted [ not that she was bothered ] her playing. Her lips produced a smile, eyes alight and she turned a bit in her stool to face him. Richie!

❝Thanks, haha. I've been playing for ... hmm ... as long as I can remember, really. I think I was first enrolled in classes when I was around seven or eight, but I've always had an affinity towards the piano.❞ The contact was welcomed, but a little embarrassing. She hadn't been playing for attention.

Just then her phone vibrated in the pocket of her sweater and she shrugged towards Richie with an apologetic expression, pulling it out to view the message.

Message From: Quentin Hey there! I am well, thank you. Those events took their toll, but I'm back on my feet. My best wishes on you and yours as well. I know it got to you, and I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful back then. But enough of gloominess. It's great hearing from you! I'm surprised you remembered my email after all this time. As for hanging out, I'd love to. Just tell me when.

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Aah, that was good ... She had almost forgotten about sending the email last night. Her fingers ran messily through her red hair in exasperation.

I'm a meeeeess ...

Noëlle wasn't set on a date, so she decided to reply later. She had initiated the reunion, it would potentially be annoying of her to be so indecisive right off the bat.

❝Good morning, Miss Noëlle,❞ Sophie appeared almost magically, leaning over the piano [ which earned her a stern and overprotective no-no look from Noëlle ]. ❝Just thought I would let you know that I will be making final copies of the score, and there are some changes in the part you have. That was lovely playing, by the way.❞

❝Alrighty. Looking forward to it!❞ Her eyes diverted when she mumbled a self-conscious 'thank you' at the compliment. She still wasn't too sure about Sophie ...

Her attempt to return her attention back to Richie was interrupted, again, as her phone vibrated against her fingers. A shiver ran down her spine and her cheeks flooded with warmth, but the feeling left as soon as the vibration stopped and she read the text. Finally, Julius had replied!! There was no need to respond to him, though, as his voice rang out just moments later.

❝Yo! nice tune your playing there Elle!❞

Noëlle gushed gawkily in response, the fatigue from yesterday [ and days prior ] completely forgotten about -- for the moment. Professor Julius had an cleansing aura about him. A feisty, enthusiastic, contagious attitude. It motivated her!

❝Professor!❞ She chimed, compulsively fixing her posture before completely standing up instead and moving downstage and away from the piano. After grabbing her bag, her legs swung over the edge of the stage, and she smiled brightly. ❝Good afternoon! I got the ... uh. Stuff.❞

She laughed softly, awkwardly, bashfully, and reached down through objects until she found the small binder she brought. They held her compositions that were due at the end of the break and were neatly organized and labeled for Julius' convenience. Once she handed them off to him, she watched -- as if she expected him to flip through the contents and praise evaluate her right then and there. Noticing her own eagerness, she pulled herself back up into a standing position and folded her arms over her chest.

❝Thanks for doing this. I hope they're okay. Let me know when you can.❞

❝Can someone take that mic on stage left and do some warmups or something? I need to get the adjustments right.❞

The warm voice of Erik over the speakers caught her attention. She gazed at the mic and considered it, but ... It wasn't very appealing at the moment. This was the perfect opportunity to get back to Richie, however.

❝You should hop up here and sing for us, Richie!❞ Her tone managed to be both encouraging and playful. ❝Do you sing ... ?❞

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