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Location: Home/Cafe {} Mood: Happy {} OOC: c: {} Music: [,-,]​

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After drinking her third cup of a chocolate mocha, she sighed and looked outside, surprised to see it already dark. "Aww crap! Gotta get home soon! DOn't wanna get caught in the snow!" She paid for her drinks at the counter before grabbing her stuff and rushing out the door and into the cold snowy night.​

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She pulled her jacket around herself as she made her way through the snow, shivering a bit. She should've brought something more warmer, but it really didn't matter. It felt so long since she ever played her heart out like that. It brought so much of that peace she longed for, even if it was temporarily.​

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Sasha kicked the door of her home. "I'M HOME!" After a brief few seconds of hearing her voice echo throughout her empty home, she huffed and dropped her stuff on her couch before making her way to her room. ​

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She sat on her chair and placed her violin back on its stand, smiling at it. "Thank you...for bringing me back to life..." She uploaded her recording online in case anyone would want to hear it, even though she assumed no one would before changing into her pajamas and going to bed, falling asleep with a smile on her face.​

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » HOSPITAL ≛OOC✌​

As the child by his side finally fell asleep, Tucker got up from the chair and reached into his bag to grab his phone's charger and plugged that into the socket. He connected it to his phone, which responded with a happy tune and began charging. He smiled and set it down on the table then walked over to his mother who was soundly asleep as well. She was doing much better now, but he still couldn't help but worry.

Spending time in the hospital wasn't his favorite thing to do, especially since he didn't exactly have the best memories here but he was really glad he had time to spend with his family. After fixing up the studio for the auditions, Tucker decided to not go and search for someone's time to steal. Instead of heading to the cafe near Studio Z, he walked back to his car and drove back home to pack up some clothes for the night, take a quick shower, grabbed a bit of lunch and then went back to the hospital.

The door opened as Jack entered the room again, holding sodas in his hand. Tucker took one after he offered it and they had a small conversation. It was Jack going on about how thankful he was that Tucker was around to take care of his wife and Simon since he had to go back to his job immediately. The cherry haired teen only reminded him that they were his family too now and that he missed them all dearly. Both of the men were very tired so their conversation ended there. Jack took Simon in his arms and sat on the comfy couch next to Tucker's mom.

Tucker grabbed his bag and went into the bathroom to freshen himself up before sleeping. He played plenty with Simon and took care of his mother alongside Jack until he went off for work. It was a lot of fun, and got his mind off... other things.

Once he was done, he dropped his bag by the couch and lay down as he pulled a blanket over his body. He grabbed his phone and check it, seeing a message from Freya. Oh dear. He really had terrible timing for her text messages. He felt really awful. He sends her a quick response before he snuggles in and falls asleep.

From: Freya
To: Tucker
› I'm so glad to hear she's okay. Are you sure you don't need a few days to visit her? If not, then okay, if you'd like, we can meet for dinner tonight, or try the café again, tomorrow morning.

To: Freya​

Aw man, I'm sorry about all these late responses! You must​

think I'm horrible ha ha ha I'm so sorry, Freya. The Cafe​

tomorrow morning sound great, I'll see you there - FOR ​

REAL THIS TIME! Ha ha ha, good night : )​

 

[computer is acting kinda weird and just wanna go to bed]

When the last person auditioning left Studio Z, Pierce began to gather her things and grimaced at the mess of notes scribbled everywhere.

❝All done,❞ Oliver smiled briefly, encouragingly, and then started to tuck his notes away. ❝Don't worry about it for tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Just gather your thoughts.❞

She nodded her head and shoved her things inside a backpack, tossing it over her shoulder. Hopefully Oliver would just go over her notes and make decisions for his band based on what the two of them wrote. If she had to pick and choose, things would not go well.

Oliver gave her a ride home and even walked her to the door. It was all very sweet and made her bubble with joy. He thanked her for helping one more time before leaving. She watched from the kitchen for a long time, even after he was long gone, before finally heading up to her room and going to bed.

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Ryder had drove Elisa home and they sat around for awhile. When Richie had finally texted her, inviting her to the hibachi place of all things, Ryder declined her invitation to hang out with them. It only figured that she would want to bail as soon as his twin wanted something to do with her. She was only asking him to go along out of guilt. He brushed her off and left, heading home.

He sat in his room for hours, lounging on his chair, and played more video games. Ryder was doing terrifically horrible. He was so frustrated with just life that he couldn't focus and get the rhythm of a good game going. Eventually he gave up, tossing his controller across the room and spilling the batteries. He peeled off his clothes until he was down to his boxers and grumpily crawled into bed for sleep.

 

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› Freya waited for a text from Richie that never came.

『Thank god.』​

› She thought to herself, he had wanted to introduce her to someone new and she didn't kow if she could put up with it today. She decided it would be best if she made herself a light dinner and headed to bed. As she was eating, she heard her mobile go off. This was probably Richie with some ridiculous plan to make up for. Finishing her dinner, she headed upstairs, and got ready for bed. ​

› Plopping herself down for the night, she checked her notification. It was from Tucker!

1 NEW MESSAGE​

From: Tucker To: Freya › Aw man, I'm sorry about all these late responses! You must think I'm horrible ha ha ha I'm so sorry, Freya. The Cafe tomorrow morning sound great, I'll see you there - FOR REAL THIS TIME! Ha ha ha, good night : )​

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COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Tucker › Don't worry about it. I'm willing to wait for your responses. I'll see you tomorrow morning.​

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› Freya lay in bed for what seemed like hours, her nerves unable to let her sleep. During this time she went over everything she wanted to say to him. She just hoped everything went as planned, and she wouldn't need to use it.

 

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ GUILT ✿​

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She couldn't believe he really stayed int he campus all the time. Well sure it wasn't long but he really didn't have to do that. She could still remember the response he sent her. When she had read that she immediately started running to the parking lot. She just couldn't believe he waited. Running in heels were never the easiest task, even though these were considerably comfortable and worked well with the snow. Luckily, he really did come to look for her and they met half way and he even carried her large keyboard which was a such a huge relief to her.

It was nice remembering the time with Ryder in the car. She told him how the auditions went, rather enthusiastically but he didn't seem to mind which was a nice change. When they arrived at her place, they stayed in her room and just chilled out. It was a little weird without Richie in the room with them but it was still nice.

Suddenly, the turquoise teen receives a text from Richie and she read it out loud. Hibachi? They really were twins. Event thinking of the same restaurant! Though round two at an Asian restaurant appealed to her, Ryder didn't seem to be pleased with the plan at all. She remembers feeling rotten about it and so she quickly suggested to go somewhere else but the blonde boy was already out of the door, down the stairs, in his car and out the street. She tried calling out for him and everything, even walking in the snow in her socks but it was no use. It was futile. There was never fighting Ryder because he always won.

Elisa surely didn't want to disappoint another Duvont so she agreed to go and left for Hibachi, calling a cab. She had a fun time with Richie. Freya wasn't able to make it apparently but that was alright. She had brought her camera and took plenty of photos with her best friend and tried her best to look like everything was alright because honestly, it as nice to have another round of asian cuisine but she still felt really awful. She mentioned her concerns about Ryder once to Richie as they were about to leave but she really didn't want to be such a downer.

She kisses Richie on the cheek goodbye as she was dropped back home and went straight to her room. She wanted to work on her blog posts but she was honestly not in the mood at all. Although music blared out of her speakers, all that came out of her were sighs and frowns. Tired of feeling bad, she takes a quick shower and gets ready for bed.

As she tucked herself into her thick bed covers, she stares at the messages on her phone for a moment - thinking about sending a text to both of the Duvont brothers. One to Richie, apologizing for not being herself during their time together a while ago (she was sure he noticed) and one to Ryder, apologizing for how she treated him... but she couldn't seem to put it to words so she placed it on her table and curled into a small ball with her stuffed rabbit clutched in her hands. She falls asleep.

 

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Jonathan had really no idea what was going on and exactly were he was going. True the boy did get to see many new places, but regardless the day did take a really weird turn and the sheer confusion made it hard to really comprehend much. Regardless of this Jonathan tried his best to just go with the flow and hide any confusion.

In the end the the two split ways and though he introduced himself he never did get the stranger's name. With a sigh Jonathan returned back to his hotel room and decided to relax a bit. He was planning on maybe visiting Julius a bit, but now didn't seem like the best time and he could always visit him anytime.

With a yawn Jonathan stretched his arms and rested himself on his bed. While he rested himself on the bed he began to think back to what Julius told him about Candlewood. He was pretty adamant about him meeting his favorite student Noelle so that was something Jonathan could probably look forward to. Candlewood was a great experience and before he knew it he drifted off to sleep.

 

With not much left to do for the day Dennis had simply sat down on his computer and burned the day away on it. He was actually trying to divert his thoughts away from the audition because he knew he'd be worrying about it for a good deal of the night. Regardless of how well he actually did he knew he would continuously think he did something completely wrong or did something to make himself look stupid. Heck he might've made the world's stupidest expression during that time. It didn't help when he saw Oliver's post about the whole posting results later thing. With his nerves a buzz he walked off to bed. He wasn't entirely sure what he was even going to do once he got into the band, even if he did. The whole thing may have been one huge mistake but he was tired and had to sleep. And so he did just that once in bed.

Meanwhile in some other area of Candlewood a man walked around the street. His day had been rather slow, save for a good helping hand he had lent earlier. After that he had simply started walking through the city he was living in with a hoodie up. He looked at the snow on the ground with a smile on his face and made a quick snowball. Throwing it in the air and then punching it once it came at body height. He enjoyed the sight of the powdered snow flickering in front of him. The way it glistened in the air was just so pretty to him. He continued to walk through the snow covered city until something caught his attention. He glanced over into an alley way and saw a woman struggling against some man. It looked like he was trying to take her purse or something to the effect. The man with the hoodie walked over to where the struggle was taking place when the robber finally succeeded only to crash into the man with the hoodie.

Both of them doubled back a bit from the impact and the robber looked at the hooded man. With the hooded man just standing in his way the robber started hurling death threats and insults every which way until he finally got fed up with the man's intrusion and punched him clean in the face. The hooded man's head went in the direction of the punch but his body didn't move an inch. The grin on the man's face never left either as his gaze started piercing at the robber. The robber started freaking the fuck out at this. The smile on the hooded man's face was truly terrifying as he pulled his arm up and threw a punch at the robber.

Moments passed before the fight, though that would be giving the robber too much credit, ended. The robber lay twitching on the ground with a broken nose and a few missing teeth. With blood, belonging to the robber, covering his hoodie, the man grabbed the purse and returned it to the woman. She looked a bit frightened by the hooded man and his unwavering smiling expression, and as such ran away after giving a shrill thank you. Content with his civil service the hooded man kicked the robbers body on his way out of the alley and eventually got himself back home. Setting up his gong alarm for the next day, the hooded man threw his hoodie off and slipped into bed. He began to drift off to sleep, with that same unwavering smile on his face.

 

Richie was disappointed that Freya had declined his offer of hibachi with Elisa. He honestly thought the two would totally kick it off amazingly and all three could hang out all the time. But then again, knowing Freya, that wouldn't be up her alley. She seemed to have a tough time digesting Richie's zaniness most times [ which he totally didn't mind ], so having her attempt and handle Elisa's could have been... disasterous. Plus, as the blonde had noticed, she didn't seem to be in great shape emotionally. As upset as his made him, he completely understood.

He found saying goodbye to Freya much more difficult than he expected. The two had lost touch for quite some time, so seeing her was a rarity. But his gloomy attitude was lifted when he met up with Elisa at hibachi. This was one of their fave restaurants, so it was always a great suggestion for both of them. Both of them could eat it several times a day... it was that delicious.

Elisa's company always made Richie feel so great. He couldn't even put how super their friendship was in words. He was so grateful to her for even being his friend in the first place. Sometimes he felt bad though, because he thought he took advantage of her in a way... like his DPD constantly forced her attention. Nonetheless, he enjoyed their time together.

Unfortunately, it seemed to fly by like nobody's business.

Uponing returning to the Duvont home, Richie hopped in the shower and dressed in his most comfy pajamas. He sat at his computer and pondered what he should do: browse Tumblr, chill out and relax to some music, play some League of Legends? It turned out to be none of them; he decided to simply lay down on his bed and listen to some calming music on Pandora. The deep conversation with Freya and the energy of Elisa really tuckered [ GET IT?! AHAHAHA ] the boy out. After a few songs, the blonde dozed off into sleep.

 

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<< So didja get to audition? >> ​

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Torvald's eye twitched as he grasped his head in his hands.​

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<< No. I had an adventure with a new friend I met. >>​

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<< Awww hahahaha! >> The boy chuckled, dangling his legs above the ground. << That's way better than a crummy audition! But your weirdness was too good! You could've beaten all of them no sweat! >>​

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Torvald glared at the boy sitting next to him. What was this kid doing on the buses all day? He wanted to move seats, but with nobody else entering the bus this late, it would look absolutely terrible. So here he was, forty minutes of bus time, waiting to get back to campus, stuck with some inconsiderate brat. He knew it was a bad idea to tell him about the auditions.​

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<< I did not wish to go, >> Torvald grunted. << Because I realized I had other things to take of-- >>​

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<< Seriously!! Aw, you're no fun. >>​

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<< Listen, you foolish uncommunisitic imp! >> Torvald bared his teeth in anger, but the boy stared back at him with an innocent, tender smile. Torvald's expression immediately dropped back into its familiar apathy, and he turned his head away. << There are-- some things, more important in life than the beautiful music around us. You will learn in time. >>​

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<< Fortissimo Campus. >> The clear stop voice rang out through the empty bus.​

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Torvald stood up.​

<< Why are you on the bus anyway? I haven't seen you get off. >>​

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<< That's because I can't. >>​

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<< What? >>​

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<< I don't wanna get off. >>​

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Torvald turned back to the boy. He was looking up at the ceiling.​

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<< Do you want me to call your parents? >>​

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<< No! Don't. >> He jumped three meters in the air and suddenly gained the facade of a vicious cornered wolverine. Torvald stepped back. ​

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<< Right ... right. Uh. What name do you bear? >>​

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<< You weirdo! My name ain't a bear. >>​

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Uuuuugh. Torvald bit his tongue. << I mean. What is your name. >>​

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<< Troy Hennessey. >>​

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Torvald spun around. << Did you say Hennessey? >>​

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The boy did not look back at him. The bus stopped and opened its doors, and Torvald quietly left after waiting a good few seconds, not even being able to say goodbye. He walked away, and the bus sped off. Hennessey! That-- he needed to make a call. But did he want to do it tonight? He looked up at the bright pearly moon above. Ugh, it might be too late ... Torvald moseyed off back to the dorms. When he reached his room, he placed his phone on the bedside table and collapsed onto his messy bed in a snoring heap.​

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Hennessey.​

He needed to make a call. Tomorrow. ​

Well, he would have done it anyway; if not for this startling revelation. It was the plan, and another night he couldn't stick to it. There were more important things in this world than beautiful music, after all. But he didn't want to believe it.​

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(*) Home (*) Mood: Content (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: Showtime (*)

Originally Alex was going to the flower shop, but a call from his mother changed that. Apparently his aunt and cousin were planning on moving to Candlewood and there was a possibility of them having to stay with them for a few days. Which mean that Alex was going to have to head back home to help set up the spare room they had.

Basically when he got home, he was immediately put to work along with his dad. Old boxes were moved out since the room's other use was for storage. Things were rearranged and in the end the blow out bed was moved in there. Fortunately it was left deflated or that would just be more work for them.

When it was all said and done, Alex was resting on his bed when he phone beeped.

After the message was sent, Alex pluged his phone up and fell asleep on his bed.

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Mood: Somewhat Nervous (X) Wearing (X) Music (X) Location: Seraphina's Home (X) OOC:

Upon seeing the spare room that Seraphina had showed him, he took a quick towards the window. It was pretty dark outside and he didn't feel like walking all the way back home. Seemed like his only option was to sleep in the spare room. First thing he did was send a quick message to his dad that he was going to be staying at a friends house for the night. He didn't even wait for a response before making his way to the bed.

Since she was kind enough to let him use the room, he would have to make sure not to mess it up. He made his way into the bed and got himself comfortable, which wasn't too hard in the bed. In fact, it didn't take him long to fall asleep either once his head was on the pillow.

 

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[ divine comedy ]​

Ssssssss...

Fatime nursed her aching legs, petting them down with her soft yet shaky hands. The room was completely dark, and the entire floor seemed more silent than an abandoned mansion. The only light came from the tablet she set up, casting deep shadows on the walls from the eleven black paper cranes she had made in her spare time. The book on origami lay splayed off on the bed side. It was a tiring day, but she was able to walk a bit more than she had previously expected. Probably to get further away from the imbecile of a nurse, she mused.

The tablet's browser was opened to the Fortissimo student portal; in particular, a message from a boy named Oliver about auditions for a band closing. They were today!! It wasn't like she was able to visit, anyway. But alas. She looked at her delicate fingers, imagining them gliding across piano keys as they had done so many months ago. How long had it been since she played anything?

Or sung?

She looked down, and tilted her head. The entire mood of the evening was one of mellow fatigue.
Maybe she should just get some sleep. Stop thinking about it, Fatime. You'll get better ...

Why hadn't Lucas or Ayanna returned her messages?
Ah ...

Fatime rested her head back on her pillow and pulled the blanket closer to her chin, falling asleep by herself for another identical evening.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|*|Location: Home|*|MusicMood: Casual|*|OOC: N/A​

After all day out of the house doing basically nothing all alone, Natalie finally returned home. She undressed quickly and got into her pajamas (she was contemplating not doing that for once) when she heard her phone vibrate.

Natalie giggled and texted back;

She clipped her phone shut and then promptly went to bed, shutting her eyes and falling into a deep nightmare free sleep for once.

Lillian Hikari

Outfit=*=Location: Home=*=Music=*=Mood: relaxed=*=OOC:​

Lillian had a great audition and hopes she made the band. She had relaxed to the point where her head wasn't so far up her ass she believed she was a fucking angel sent by the hands of the gods themselves. She still thought she was the best though. She KNEW she was the best. In her tired state though, she became more understanding. Lillian closed her eyes and went to sleep, hopeful for tomorrow.

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » HOSPITAL/CAFE ≛OOC✌​

The cherry haired male peeked out of the bathroom as he brushed his teeth, because a certain little boy couldn't stop banging on the bathroom door. His little half brother looked up at him with a huge grin and stretched his arms out, "Carry Tuck-Tuck!" He couldn't help but smile and the older brother finished brushing his teeth. He placed all the things he used to get ready in the morning in his toiletries bag and made sure to pack that into his backpack along with his used clothes which were folded properly. He slung it over his left shoulder then turned back to Simon, who still had his arms stretched out. The little boy started jumping impatiently, leaping as high as his little chubby legs could take him. "Tuck-Tuck! Tuck-Tuck!"

He bent down and crossed his arms over his chest tightly as he pressed his lips together and into a smile then shook his head at the small boy. Simon clearly didn't take this lightly and quite literally leaped towards Tucker, who burst into a small laugh "Alright! Alright, you little rascal. Up we go!" With only his right arm, he carried his younger brother and then quickly gave him a little kiss on the head, knowing it would annoy the little trouble maker. Predictably, Simon slapped a hand over where his older brother had kissed him and wiped it away with a disgusted expression joined by a dramatic and loud "Eeeeeeew!" It only made the older brother laugh even more as he walked out of the bathroom.

"So, I can be here by lunch so I can help bring mom back to the house. I just have to meet up with a friend right now." he said as he approached their parents. His mother was finally getting discharged by the hospital later today since her vitals and blood pressure have returned to being constantly stable. Hooray! It really did put him in a brighter mood.

"You really don't have to, little T. Jack and I can take care of things from here, wouldn't want to take your time."

He looked at his mother, who still had the IV line injected in her and was still dressed in her hospital gown. He was honestly still very worried. Simon had begun pulling at the locks of his hair, attempting to climb up onto his shoulders. It probably looked terrifying but the cherry haired teen had a secure hold onto his younger brother who he glances at for a moment before looking back at his mother and laughed a bit, "And who'll be taking care of this bundle of energy?" Their parents laughed at his truthful joke and Simon seemed to find it amusing too, and joined in (he probably had no idea that they were talking about him at all). When the giggles died down he locked his chestnut eyes to his mother's matching ones, "Besides, I'm going to be there because I want to."

His mother smiled at him heartwarmingly. Jack stood up and approached him, "Then you should get going, don't want to make your friend wait."

"Very true." he said as both of his hands reached up to grab Simon's small form. He handed the boy over to his father, although it didn't seem like he wanted to let go (took a while to get him to release the comfy fabrics of Tucker's sweater), the child even began to start quote-unquote crying - which was pretty much yelling. Tucker bent lower slightly, to meet eye level with his younger brother who was now carried by Jack, "Shhhh! Calm down, soldier! Wipe away those crocodile tears. I'll be back later. But now I've got a mission for you, you have to take care of mommy while I'm gone. If she tells you to be quiet you gotta do that. Think you can handle it?"

Simon was a complete sucker for pretend games with Tucker, especially the ones where they were soldiers or spies or swashbuckling pirates. His frown immediately turned upside down and he nodded enthusiastically. He nodded back at him and smiled then waved to them all goodbye and left. He walked quietly towards the parking lot and hopped into his car then drove out towards the cafe.

When he walked in the cafe after parking his car in the parking lot near it, he noticed that he was pretty much on time. Part of him was scared Freya was already there and he certainly did not want to make a friend wait. Luckily, as he tried to spot familiar faces - he only recognized the people working at the cafe. A relieved sigh escapes him, the day has really been going great so far. Perhaps after helping his mother he would go spend some time with Maria again - since that put him in such a nice mood before.

He passes by the counter, greeting the female in charge but makes his way to a table instead. It would be impolite and maybe a little awkward for Freya to arrive and already see him eating and then she'd have to go there all alone - at least to him it seemed like that. He sat himself down at a table by the wall which had a beautiful coffee painting above it. He pulled out his phone to send a text message.

To: Freya​

Good morning Freya! I'm already here at​

the cafe. I'll wait for you so we can order ​

together, but no rush at all! I'm not too​

hungry just yet ha ha​

Hitting send, he looked over at his previous conversations and spotted the one he had with Maria. He smiled and opened it, seeing their latest little conversation which was the photograph she sent to him of Eap. He typed up countless times: Good morning : ) Are you free this afternoon? but kept erasing it, then typing it again, then erasing it. He ended up not sending it and stuffing his phone back into his pocket with a deep sigh. It was a simple message, why couldn't he send it? He hadn't been able to send messages to Maria lately, only respond to them, and he didn't really know why. There was just this tightness in his chest suddenly and a dorky smile that tempted to form on his lips and the nervously licking of the upper lip habit.

He shrugged it off and looked over outside, crossing his ankles and putting his hand together as his elbows rested on the table. He waited patiently.

 

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 9 (1/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Home/Cafe~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan had woken up that morning to the wonderful sound of his alarm. And as with all the alarms he owned it was sent flying into his broken TV, which at this point looked like a grave site for all of his previous alarms. Evan didn't really know what to do that much for the day, but he decided that getting something to eat would be a nice start. After preparing his breakfast he then felt the urge to go to the cafe again, because no one makes coffee quite like Evan can't. As such he sauntered out the door only realize it was freezing cold. After wondering why he was so cold he started looking around the outside world to see if anything was different from yesterday. Looking down he saw at the ground he saw the now watery snow on his bare feet so he couldn't- And then it hit him. Of course it was cold, for the man was only wearing his boxer shorts he had put on to bed. Laughing at the silly mistake he had made he walked back into the apartment and decided to get fully garbed. Pulling out a white t-shirt and some blue jeans Evan was now ready to take on the indoor world. For the outside world he'd need something a bit more warming. Looking around he found a black hoodie and decided that would do the job. Normally he'd go put on his white one, the more liked of the two, but that had some stains on it and Evan was not going around town in a stained white hoodie. That was just never a good idea.

With phone in pocket and now fastening his rollerblades on the carefree man took the express way out of his house once more. Jumping out the window to his apartment he gracefully fell into a dumpster conveniently located right outside his window. Pulling himself out of there and calling it one of his best purchases ever, Evan then went around town to rollerblade it up. It was getting more difficult though with the whole warming process the weather was going through, making the snowy roads now just wet and slippery. Though with still relative ease he made it to the cafe completely unharmed.


Once there he rolled in only to be scowled at by the employees, again, and drew the attention of a few people who were in there. Not caring about that one bit, as per usual, Evan eventually got to the counter and ordered himself a black coffee. After paying for it he looked around and saw red. Red hair to be more specific. Rolling over there he sat down at the table and said, "Hey Cherry Red how's it going?" Cherry Red, of course, being Tucker. Though Tucker wasn't actually eating or drinking anything so Evan inquired, "waiting for someone?"

 

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Seraphina woke up with a start. She quickly went to shower, and did her hair and makeup. She changed into a red short dress, and then left her room quietly. ​

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Should she knock on Shane's door? Or maybe ask someone else to come up and get him after breakfast was ready. No, after breakfast was ready she would come and get him herself. That was a much better idea. She walked down the stairs and then into the dining room ​

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Seraphina sat down, and called for House Keeper to let the cook that they would cooking 2 this morning. She twirled her hair until breakfast was on the table. She headed back up stairs and knocked on the door gently. ​

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"Good morning Shane, I hope you slept well. Breakfast is on the table, you can come down whenever you are ready." She told him. ​

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"It's the um..." She tried to remember where exactly it was. "I'm so used to walking around here I can't think of where it is... it's sort of automatic for me." She laughed. ​

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"I'll wait for you and then show you to the dining room." She said laughing. She hoped that didn't sound weird or anything. ​

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She really didn't need to panic about what she was saying or didn't say, she didn't mess up before she wasn't going to mess up now. As she waited for him to come out of the room, she twirled her hair with her finger and hummed to herself. ​

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » CAFE ≛OOC✌​

He must have spaced out or something because Tucker had barely noticed the boy on the roller blades. Perhaps he was still sleepy or left his energy with Simon or been thinking deeply without him really realizing it? He wasn't exactly sure but he was definitely a little caught off guard as the white haired young adult sat down across him.

"Hey Cherry Red how's it going?"

"Morning, Evan!" he greeted cheerfully as he straightened up and smiled, relaxing from his stunned expression earlier. It was nice to see the man again, been a while since they had time to chill out and talk. The nickname he had for him never failed to amuse him because he always thought that it sounded like some kind of vigilante super hero name - a lame one and probably from the earlier years of superheroes, which made him laugh at it even more. He made a mental note to use it as an alias when he'd play pretend with Simon next time.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Ah, yeah." he laughed slightly, getting to his question "I'm just waiting for Freya." Evan was probably curious about him sitting alone. Alone as in alone with not even a coffee or cappuccino or bread on the table but the white haired boy did get it. He was waiting for someone and it hadn't been much long really and he honestly didn't mind but he really hoped nothing had happened to her. She still hadn't replied to his text, which worried the tall worry wart.

He glanced at the warm drink Evan had in his hands. It was much warmer in the cafe but he could barely wait to get his own cup of Joe's to really kickstart his morning. However, he was keeping his word to Freya and waiting for her so he didn't mention it. "Oh!" he started, remembering Evan's greeting, "And it's been alright, been a little busy but everything's working out. How about you? What brings you here... in blades?" Wasn't it difficult to roller blade in the winter? Sure the snow had stopped falling but the streets were sure to still be damp. Aside that, he wasn't so sure but were those exactly permitted in the cafe? He curiously glanced at the cafe clerks around the place, who seemed to be scowling at them. Yikes. He sent them an awkward grin then returned to Evan's direction, he looked like he didn't mind at all. Typical Evan.

 

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Maria woke up warm in her bed with no recollection of getting home. Her blue eyes rolled to the side catching sight of the alarm clock. It was already 10:45. She never slept in this late on a regular basis. Her elbows dug into the soft pillow top mattress as she propped herself up. The moment she did so, a splitting pain stabbed her between the eyes. She clenched her eyelids shut tight, trying to subdue the pain to no avail. She felt strange. Her body ached and most of the pain was concentrated to her face. Her lip felt swollen and cracked. She ran the tip of her finger over the bottom lip delicately to confirm. Her mouth had a metallic taste to it and one slight grazing of her tongue over her teeth confirmed that she had bit her tongue to the point of drawing blood. She touched her forehead and found a golf ball-sized bump just over her left eyebrow. There was a strange pressure on her legs and when she opened her eyes, she realized it was her brother's sleeping form.

He had parked himself in her chair, setting it next to the bed, and fell asleep with his head and arms on her calves. Her hand fumbled on the nightstand for a pair of glasses and when she picked up the ones sitting there, she realized frame was broken. Maria pursed her lips and rifled through the drawer for a different pair. Once she had them on her face, she could see her reflection in the vanity mirror across from her bed. She looked about as bad as she felt. Her lip was not only swollen but bruised. Her left eye was a mixture of purples, reds, blues, yellows, and browns to match the bump above her eyebrow. There was also a small cut on her cheek, just below the cheekbone.

Her head hurt something fierce, but she managed to jostle Stephan awake. She wrapped her hand around his shoulder and shook his sleeping form. He murmured something before lifting his head. His gaze met hers and she could see that his eyes were red and puffy like he had been crying. he was still in his clothes from yesterday, which were now wrinkled, and his hair was a blond disheveled mess. Maria noted that she was in sweat clothes. Had Stephan changed her?

❝ Stephan, ❞ she hissed through clenched teeth, the pain almost too much for talking.

❝ You're awake! ❞ He jumped to his feet, finally connecting what was going on.

❝ What happened? The last thing I remember, I was leaving the movie theater. ❞ Everything after that was a blur.

His shoulders shook and he began to cry again, grabbing her hands and pulling her into his arms. ❝ I'm so sorry Ri. I never thought something like this would happen to you. If I had known-- ❞

❝ What are you talking about? ❞ she interrupted. Her head hurt terribly. ❝ Stephan I need aspirin. Lots of it. ❞

He jumped to his feet and disappeared out of the bedroom. A minute later he came back with a handful of aspirin and a glass of water. She swallowed it down quickly and he took a seat. ❝ I can't tell you. I don't want to get you involved. ❞ he told her. His Adam's Apple moved up and down quickly, as it always did when he was really nervous.

❝ You don't want to involve me? News flash: I already am involved! ❞ She snapped. Maria pointed her finger to the bump on her forehead and the tone of her own voice sent a stab of pain through her head. Stephan shook his head back and forth, his platinum blond hair swaying in his eyes. He buried his face in his hands, ashamed, and mumbled incoherent responses into his hands. There was a beeping sound and she snapped her fingers. ❝ My phone, ❞ she demanded and he got up, moving to her purse. He set it down in her lap without looking at her.

She sucked air and climbed out of her painfully out of her bed. Maria hadn't noticed the pain in her leg until she rose to her feet. She stumbled to the ground and caught herself on the edge of the bed. ❝ Where are you going? ❞ Stephan asked. She turned on him, her icy blue eyes glaring daggers.

❝I'm going to try and get cleaned up. I would rather be anywhere but here. When I get home, you better be ready to tell me what the fuck is going on.❞

Stephan rose to her feet and walked carefully to her side. ❝ Your car is still at the movie theater, ❞ he told her.

❝ So I'll take a damn taxi! It better fucking be in our parking lot when I get back. ❞ Maria gripped her head and stormed off into the bathroom to try and wash up. There was no way she could sit here with Stephan, not now. He was her big brother. He was supposed to protect her from violent attacks, not be the cause of them.

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She hadn't managed to change out of her sweat clothes. Maria never went anywhere this under dressed, but today was the exception to the rule. Quit literally roaming the streets of Candlewood, she rubber her bare hands together vigorously. People were already walking about and she probably looked rather unusual dressed the way she was. It was cloudy winter day, but she had her largest pair of sunglasses on and a hat over her hair. It was pulled down as low as it would go, covering the bump above her eye. She couldn't disguise it for long, but the longer the better. People were bound to ask questions and she really didn't have answers to them.

Maria limped her way down the streets. She really had no destination in mind. There wasn't anyone she could face like this, she just really needed to get out of the house. She felt suffocated and filled with resentment over her brother. Her hand fumbled for her phone and with a heavy sigh, she dialed Tucker's number. He would understand. She didn't even have all the details, but she could trust him not to say anything. He trusted her with his darkest secret -- she should be able to trust him too.

Maria stopped in front of a diner. She couldn't bring herself to go in. White puffs of cold breath filled the air around her as she exhaled. When the phone stopped ringing and the other end was answered, she bit down hard on her lip and took a shaky breath. Maria had planned to let him approach her first. She didn't want to keep seeming so desperate, but who else did she have to talk to? She swallowed. ❝ T - Tucker? Are you busy...? ❞

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/29/2015 ❖ Day: 9 & 1/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Angry ❖ Interaction: Stephan✜​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Location: Home//Streets❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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The next morning, Sophie and Lucas decide to go together to visit Fatime in the hospital. Around the same time, as Noëlle is riding the bus and on her way to visit Julius again, Bryan decides to meet up with her to talk about his avoidance and what exactly is going on with all of that ****. The roads are snowy and slick with ice as the snowstorm increases in intensity. Eventually, Sophie, Lucas and Bryan are all stopped at the same intersection - heading in different directions as they took separate routes to arrive at the hospital. The bus Noëlle is riding on goes to stop as well, but for some ~ mysterious voodoo ~ reason, slides on the ice. Oh nooo. Bryan and Lucas, the drivers, don't notice the sliding bus because they're stupid and go when the light turns green, with Bryan's car moving first. Cue some dramatic explosive crash. The bus slams into Bryan's car, which flips slides and rolls, crashes into Lucas and Sophie. They all die. The bus hits the curb of the sidewalk and minus a few shattered windows is okay, I guess.

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The snow was quite beautiful, but doubt began to fill the mind of Jonathan as he sat in the back of a taxi. True he was extremely eager to visit his brother, but traversing in such a storm was not the best idea. The taxi was warm though so Jonathan was quite comfy and since he already got out all he could do was really try to sit back and enjoy the ride.

The taxi drive and Jonathan began to merely talk nonchalantly to pass by the time and Jonathan was enjoying his time, but all too suddenly it happened before their very eyes. Witnessing the event with his very eyes he watched the bus and the two vehicles collide. In horror he watched the explosion occur and all too instantly Jonathan took off his seat belt. "STOP THE CAR!" Jonathan yelled.

"DOING THAT!" yelled the taxi driver as he instantly brought the taxi to a halt before the two instantly leapt out of the vehicle and rushed towards the wreckage. "Kid go help the people in the bus" the taxi drive yelled.

Jonathan was taken back by this claim "but-"

"NO BUTS, WHO KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE IN THAT BUS AND WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH MORE DAMAGE WILL OCCUR" The taxi driver yelled.

Immediately Jonathan fell silent and merely nodded. This man knew already that those in the cars were a lost cause....he wanted to spare the child from the scene and help those that did have a chance. Jonathan figured this, but he didn't have time to complain nor argue. He rushed to the bus that was on it's side and closing his eyes, Jonathan took a deep breath before grabbing onto the bus and hoisting himself ontop of it. He rushed to the nearest door and with all his might he tried to get the door open. Luckily the driver helped him with that and the door was soon opened. With the driver out, Jonathan lowered his arm into the bus and peered his head into it "ANYBODY THERE?! QUICK! GRAB MY HAND!" Jonathan yelled.

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Tuesday, December 29th, 2015 ⟡ DAY⁞ 9 1/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Home ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Ariella ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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"Rise and shine, birthday boy~" Ariella's chipper, enthusiastic voice came from overhead and weight shifted on top of him. Ryder opened his eyes up, annoyed, to see that she was sitting on his waist. He narrowed his blue eyes at her and reached out to give his little sister a light shove. She tumbled backwards, but managed to right herself before falling off the bed. "Hey! That wasn't very nice. Apologize!" Her tone was threatening but childish. She was clearly not offended in the least bit and he just groaned before tossing a pillow at her. Her small cream - colored hands caught the pillow and started whacking him in the face.​

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He sat up and tackled her. His vision tunneled on his little sister and she started giggling. "If it's my birthday, I should be allowed to sleep for as long as I want Ariella." Ryder pulled back and yanked the comforter over his face. "Get out. I'm going back to sleep." He could hear her make a pouty noise before climbing off the bed and stalking out of the room. He let out an exasperated sigh and kicked off the sheets.​

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Ryder climbed out of bed and went to his closet, throwing on the first combination of things he could -- some tattered jeans, a graphic tee, and a denim vest.​

He sighed as he rifled through the things under his bed. He had somehow acquired a great number of his brother's things under there. It would probably be best to just dump it all in Richie's room and let his brother deal with it later. As Ryder reached into the dark underbelly of the black void that was below his bed, his hand suddenly began to grope a small box. He wrapped his fingers around the sides of it and pulled it out.

The box was ornately wrapped in colorful reds, golds, and pinks. He undid the ribbon that held it together and the sides fell open, exposing the contents within. There was a small vial with liquid inside and a heart-shaped stopper. A small card was attached, reading: Cupid's Brew. Right! It was some strange 'love potion' he found on the internet. He had planned to give it to Richie for their birthday. It seemed right up his twin's alley.

He sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the side of the bed. His fingers poked at the cutesy vial gingerly until he finally lifted it from within the box. Blue eyes tunneled on it. It was meant to be a sort of joke present, as if it could really make someone love you. Hah! Too funny. Ryder rolled it around in his hands, back and forth. After yesterday, he wasn't sure he really wanted to give it to Richie. It was silly, having to compete with his homosexual twin for the attention of some girl. He felt ridiculous. Ryder would most likely always just be 'Richie's brother' to Elisa. She would be here soon. Elisa never missed Richie's birthday. I could always use it. As if it even worked. Well, even if it didn't, then it would be a good enough prank to get back at the both of them for yesterday. ​

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Stupid Richie.

He just had really mixed feelings. What was he supposed to give his twin then? Well, he could always say it was in the mail and hadn't arrived yet. That would work. Ryder mashed his lips together. It was settled. At some point tonight, he would pull Elisa side and slip her the 'love potion.' Even if it didn't seriously work -- which he figured it didn't -- then he could at least count it as a good joke.

Ryder sighed again and put the vial back in the box. He wrapped up the small box once more and stuffed it under his pillow for now. With one last glance back into the bedroom, he vacated the premises and headed downstairs for breakfast. His mom was in the kitchen cooking and whistling. It was surprising for her to have a weekday off, but she must have skipped work today. "Morning," he grumbled before taking a seat.​

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Ariella came to his side and held out a box. "This is for you."​