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"Hello." ​

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"You're... Alex right? The one that Lexi talked to? It's me, Natalie."​

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Hearing the voice, Alex turned towards the girl. She said her name was Natalie. It was definitely ringing some bells in his head, but he couldn't immediately put his finger on it. He thought about it for a few more moments before it came back to him, which was signaled by the quick snap of his finger.​

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"That's right, you were one of Lexi's friends." It was all coming back to him. Aside from the clear difference of age, it was still her. Finally he see someone that he remotely knows. "How have you been lately?" Not one words stuttered, further proof that he's changed somewhat.​

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✧ location: theater [ auditorium ] ✧ mood: upset // cheery ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

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"Thanks Richie. I think I've got it matching."

The interruption caused the boy to stutter on his next word. He was going to continue the song ( even though Noëlle didn't catch his signalling to start playing the piano ), since it was not yet complete, but the booming voice's remarks made him stop almost instantly. He sighed sadly as a crew member approached him and snatched the microphone away.

That felt a lot more depressing than it should have been.

He felt so... in the zone when he was singing. It was so... amazing, to say the least. He had managed to successfully tune out all the distracting noise of the auditorium, and felt at peace as he sang. From the vibrations in his throat, to the voice that rang through his head, Richie sensed everything that revolved about him and the music.

He turned around to the others ( who had yet to say anything about his "performance"; Richie couldn't determine if this was a good or bad thing ) and shed his upset demeanor for a more friendly and approachable one. He slyly smiled at them as he approached the piano, leaning against it slightly.

"Hello, good afternoon."

Elisa...? A genuine smile crumbled his guise as she approached the piano group with her greeting and leaned in close. She murmured, "Sorry I got lost wandering around the school again." Richie giggled happily; he knew she had a bad habit of wandering whenever she was waiting for someone, and it made him chuckle every time. "That's...so..cute!" He replied quietly, laughs slightly interrupting each word. Richie continued with, "I'm glad you're here now though. We can talk about hanging out later!" The boy could barely contain his excitement; maybe they'd make another video today perhaps? Or maybe just relax with some hot cocoa and enjoy each other's company? The possibilities made him giddy. Elisa's energetic aura was contagious, obviously, since it reformed the green-eyed boy's previous attitude to a more jolly, positive one.

It was one of the many quirks about having Elisa as a best friend forever. <3

 

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Julius walked and noticed as Sophie walk by him and once he heard her greeting Julius merely closed his eyes and replied back with his own sly smile "greetings Madame" Julius said as they walked past each other and continued on towards their separate ways. Sophie was always an interesting girl in his eyes and he always like conversing with her. There were much more people in the auditorium and Julius merely gave a wave towards anybody that acknowledged his arrival.

The sudden voice of Noelle brought a bigger smile on his face as he watched her walk up to him with her bright smile. "Afternoon" Julius said as he watched her shuffle into her bag and brought out what appeared to be a small binder. At first he totally forgot why he even came here in the first place but it took only a second for him to recall exactly what brought him there. Taking the binder and looking down at it, Julius noticed the eagerness of Noelle and then how she realized her eagerness and backed off a bit. Letting out a chuckle, Julius smiled back at her "Sure no problem, happy to help when ever you need it!" Julius replied to her as he returned to skimming through the pages.

As he read on the sudden commotion up ahead caught his attention and Julius removed his gaze from the book and glanced up over at Richie as he went up and tested the sound system with his voice. "Well he certainly has a nice voice" Julius said with a smile before returning his attention to the binder. After a bit, Julius merely looked up from the binder and up at Noelle with a calm stare "Noelle...this is not good...." Julius said seriously before closing his eye "This is amazing!" Julius said with a big grin before closing the binder and patting her on her shoulder "Man I really don't see why you need to check with me about it! Your doing great!" Julius said happily

 

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◀ ACTIVITY⦂ SMOKING ✎ INTERACTION⦂ TUCKER ▶​

◀ ☼ ✎ LOCATION⦂ OUTSIDE ✐ DAY⦂ 2 & 4/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ CURIOUS ✎ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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" AND SO IT BEGINS... "​

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The sound of a throat being cleared caught Erik's attention as he took a long drag off his cigarette. He glanced over to see Tucker now standing beside him. It was about time! Erik wondered how he hadn't heard the red head, but then brushed the thought aside. "H-hey Erik, sorry I'm late! Like super mega sorry! I-I was just... um..." Tucker apologized, but then immediately after looked at a loss for words. Erik watched as his face took on a slight flush and he quickly shook his head saying, "Nevermind! I'm here now! Looks like we've got the mics, if you guys are going to perform again I'll get them adjusted properly. Man, I'm so so sorry. This won't happen again."

Erik narrowed his dark brown eyes at him. His forehead crinkled as his right eyebrow cocked up in curiosity. "You're hiding something," he noted aloud. There was humor in his voice and he turned at an angle to finish his smoke. The plume of carcinogenic smoke billowed up around him and he inhaled it deeply. His eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as he finished the cigarette off, before letting it fall to the ground to be stomped out. He reopened his eyes, letting them rest on the chestnut ones of his friend. "If you don't want to tell me about it, then fine; but try not to let it interfere." Erik gave him a light punch on the shoulder as he began his walk back into the building. "From the look on your face, my guess would be a girl." He waved his hand in the air, in an exasperated manner. "But then again... I'm probably wrong, since you never look interested in anyone."

He shrugged and walked through the doors. Erik didn't wait for Tucker to follow after, knowing fully well that the other would. They needed to get back to rehearsal. "I think I got some of the mic situation tended to, by the by." He moved back in the direction of the sound booth and headed up the short flight of stairs into the room.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 12/19/2015 ⧉ DAY▹ 2 & 4/4 ⧉ MUSIC ✔​

MOOD▹ MEH ⧉ LOCATION▹ BOX OFFICE ⧉ OOC▹ LACY'S!​

ACTIVITY▹ BEING ALONE ⧉ INTERACTION▹ ✘ ⧉ ❤▹ 0/10​

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Pierce scrambled her way back to the box office where she could be alone. It was still empty and after pulling out her phone, she discovered why. Oliver texted her saying he wouldn't be coming in again until Monday. She frowned at the screen. Without him here there was rather little for her to do. If it hadn't been for the fact that she invited Sophie over, who was driving the both of them back, she would have just dipped out. Instead, she gathered her skirts and took a seat in the nearby chair, moving her things aside. Pierce leaned back in the seat and dug through her bag until she found her headphones. With them fastened snugly in her ears, she opened up her music.

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In no time at all, her head was swimming with the sweet sound of music. She wrote Oliver a quick reply back--telling him to have a nice weekend--and closed her eyes. The door to the box office hung slightly ajar, but with everyone preoccupied in the auditorium, the odds were low of anyone coming this way. She was still feeling slightly dizzy from the bottle she drank out of in her bedroom. Now was a good opportunity to let herself sober up. ❝ I know it's true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. ❞

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OOC: Am ending day for them both too

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Ethan turned his head from her. Damn I am such an idiot, I moved to fast again. This is just like the last two. If things keep going this way, I'll lose her. I need to stay calm and just play it slowly. You are such an idiot Ethan. He turned back over to her.

"I apologize. I sometimes fall in love in a short time and move far to fast. It is a curse on me. My mother would most likely scold me if she were around." He laughed and then dropped his smiling expression. At least she liked him back, but she was right, he moved to fast.

The sun was coming down and he knew it would be a bad idea to stay the night with her, but he had to ask, "It is getting late, if you'd like, I could stay the night, otherwise, I should be heading home." Depending on Sasha's answer, he'd either spend the night or go home to loath in his stupidity.

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Xara spent some time at Natalie's and she as well as Sarah head out to the auditorium to continue the play.

She had very little to do there being that the script really needed no more formatting, so she just got to sit there and talk with Natalie while everyone did the rehearsal.

Evenually it was time to leave. When she returned to her home, Xara made a nice glass of hot milk, laid in bed, and prepared for the new week to begin in the morning.

 

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Glad {} OOC: Probs my last post before heading to Korea​

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It seemed as if Ethan understood her words. She smiled. "There's nothing wrong in falling in love Ethan. It's kinda funny coming from me, but being hasty in love brings a lot of problems. It's not me to tell you when you can and can't fall in love, but I can guide you on the right track." ​

She giggled. "Kinda funny. I got that from an anime I watched a few days ago."​

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Staying over? That was kinda iffy. Not only was that a big issue for opposite sexes, but it also would introduce Ethan into some problems with the usual group. She didn't want that even thought he said he didn't care. But then again... "Well...I dunno Ethan. Usually, people staying over is kinda of a bad thing for those looking from the outside, but I don't mind you staying over. Besides, I don't want to send you off either without dinner. And it's kinda too late to go back as of now." ​

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She then grabbed his hand. "Know this Ethan. I'm so glad I met you and what you did for me. Even if you forget about me, I won't forget what you've done in my life. " She then blushed and then let go of his hand. "Ehh sorry. That was kinda of an embarrassing comment on my side..."​

 

Zachary sat back down in his seat as his applause ended and a blue blur rushed past him to the front of the stage. Who ever it was, they were pretty speedy. His eyes lit up with alarm when the person settled down with comfortable familiarity by Richie's side, he calmed down, looks like there wasn't a fire so he could relax and realize that it was Elisa, perched by Richie's side. They were friends? He hadn't known before hand, this was a remarkable surprise. His small crush on Elisa grew, she looked a bit winded, but so bubbly, it filled him up just watching them by the piano. Standing up he began to make his way to the piano, which seemed to be the current hangout spot in the auditorium. He wondered if it'd make Noelle uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people so he skirted around the piano and instead took up residence by the stage, calling out for both Richie and Elisa when they were done talking.

"Hey you two! I didn't know you knew each other. This is perfect, Elisa can give me a make-over, and Richie can help me with my threads. I'll never have to worry about fashion again." He said jubilantly, he toned down his excitement though, after all, you couldn't be a cool kid and a overexcited dork. He cleared his throat and smiled his body more languid and chilled, as he waited for their replies. He wanted to nervously bite his lip piercing, after all, he could be interrupting something important or something, but he held firm. The worse they could do was hate him forever. Hahaha? Oh jeez, his mind was racing, he should have never tried to talk to them both at the same time, he was not some social magnet. His mind screamed for him to abort, but he was far too deep into this social interaction to back out now. He needed a distraction and quick, he slightly wished that life was a cartoon, then a random event or person would walk up and save him from this God awful mistake.

He stayed relaxed though, as his mind spun in circles to get himself out of this social situation, he wondered if he could fake gag his way out. Maybe have one of them escort him to the nurses office. That made him groaned, he didn't like lying(because he was bad at it) and what would he say when the nurse said nothing was wrong with him? He steeled himself up and kept smiling though a bit smaller now as he settled down on the edge of the stage. Preparing for what probably wouldn't be bad at all. In the end it never came, so disappointed Zach dragged himself home, changed, said eff the world, and went to sleep..

 

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⎝ DAY 2┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊?? >> AUDITORIUM ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊!! >> CONTENT ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊❤!!! ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊WARNING: MATURE CONTENT !! ⎞​

Deep breaths, Harley kept saying to him, kept whispering in his ear. It only made his breathing speed up, his heart pump faster. Christ, the heat was nearly too much for Bryan and his legs were weak as it were. Of course, being pinned up against the wall didn't give him much reason to stand anyway.

Bryan struggled to speak properly, giving short-breathed, coarse commands until the friction came to a complete peak.

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"I think you were too loud," Harley snickered breathlessly as they leaned against the wall. He nuzzled his face into Bryan's neck and it made him shiver slightly, to accompany the aftermath feeling.

"Hehe . . . We're far away from where anyone else would come, so I doubt anyone heard." he replied lazily, leaning back against the wall he was still pinned to.

Harley seemed thoughtful, still breathing warmly into Bryan's neck. ". . . What about that sister of yours?" he asked curiously.

Bryan pulled back with a heavy frown, all of his laziness draining out. This, again? No, no, he couldn't let Harley drag him off in that direction. There were enough sown doubts as it were . . . He hummed in reply, deciding not to answer.

He wasn't sure what it was, but ever since Harley had met ( well, seen really ) Noëlle, he had made it distinctly clear that he didn't like her, and this was a problem for Bryan because he wanted his sister to met Harley ( As a friend, not a lover or anything! ). She had been really . . . off these last few months, and spending time between the three of them might actually be a good idea!

Bryan sighed and leaned into Harley.

"We should make ourselves decent. You have to head back to the auditorium, right?"

"But it's so faaaaaaar." Bryan whined indignantly. "Carry me."

"Please, you weigh too much, little cow."

He scoffed, feigning being insulted. "Didn't want you to touch me anyway. Hmph."

"You weren't saying that earlier." Harley purred into his hear, sending another shiver coursing down his spine.

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On the way back to the auditorium, Harley and Bryan met up with Sophie, who was just coming back from the copy room. The three chatted for a bit, and then they parted ways with Harley. Bryan and Sophie discussed the music and the changes, the play and the actors. Over the months, she had become less intimidating to him, but the novelty of why he used to have a crush on her didn't wear off.

Sophie was a lot more different from other girls he had met during the course of high school and college; she didn't go with the flow, didn't go with what was popular. She did what she liked -- Sophie had the sort of independence that Bryan wished he would have achieved when he was younger.

"The orchestra isn't in, today. We'll have to make do with you and I." When the pair walked into the auditorium and Bryan immediately greeted Noëlle with a smile.

 

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"You're hiding something,"

His eyes widened at the first words that came out of his mouth, clearly taken aback. His expression was quickly filled with worry as Erik puffed his cigarette one last time. Was he that obvious? Sure, the smoking man was a close friend but he saw through that? Why was he so terrible at lying when he knew he was so good at it?! Probably because he was more of the run-away-and-hide type of guy... before his mind could rattle on further on scolding himself, his friend interrupted him

"If you don't want to tell me about it, then fine; but try not to let it interfere."

Following that was a light punch to his shoulder as Erik made his way back to the sound booth. He placed a hand over where he just punched it protectively, before turning to follow the older guy. Before he could possibly take a step forward, Rik spoke again.

"From the look on your face, my guess would be a girl."

His chestnut eyes grew wide once more and his body tensed. No! It wasn't like that! See, this is why he held his tongue back - people always took it the wrong way! He was just having some nice company in the morning, nothing wrong with that. His face was all red again as his lips pressed together in a tight line. He didn't actually know what to respond. His mind was rattling on the possibilities of a witty comback (which obviously was not his best ability). Everything was just wrong. No! He wasn't-

"But then again... I'm probably wrong, since you never look interested in anyone."

With a confused scowl he suddenly said out loud, "What is that supposed to mean?" It wasn't really offensive, although that's probably what it sounded like. He was just... at a lost. Never interested in anyone? He was interested in meeting practically everyone! He loved company! He blinked a couple of times as he watched the older man walk off, probably with a smirk on his face. With a quick pout, he followed quickly after him, jogging up to close the distance between them.

"I think I got some of the mic situation tended to, by the by."

There we go. Perfect opportunity. It was time to avenge himself. A smirk played onto his face, Erik and tech? Yeah... not really. He was just a talented musician but he needed Tucker. He was lik Batman with no Robin, still good but not better. He gave a quick chuckle before speaking as he wore a cheeky grin on his face, "Stick to making and finding the music, Erik, cause really anyone can put a mic on a stand and turn it on and off."

 

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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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❝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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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.

 

TIME: 2114 HRS 2015-12-19 [4/4]
WEARING: Do you really need to ask?
MOOD: Sleep-deprived
LOCATION: Office

Kurt drove up to the dorms. His old beater Civic hatchback gave two coughs, and stopped. Hopefully, it would start again. He winced as he reached to unbuckle. Along his arm and head were several long scratches.

His cat meandered up to the front set, pushed in onto his lap, and curled up, purring. "So now you decide to be nice, Neko." Neko looked up at him, went "Ack", and continued purring. "Next time, I'm putting you in a crate." The cat gave him a bemused look. Kurt carefully moved the incorrigible feline, got out of the car, and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He opened the door to the dorm, and went up, opening the door to his room.

Going back to the car, he scooped up his cat and his backpack, and as quietly as he could, ran up to his room and put the cat in. He didn't want him to escape... Stepping in, he changed, and fell onto his bed. He was asleep before he remembered to take his glasses off.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: School-Home|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Home|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Upon the end of rehearsal, Natalie said goodbye to Alex. She had gotten his number, mainly because it had been refreshing to see a familiar and friendly face. Sarah didn't want to leave, but Natalie grabbe her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her to the car anyway. Xara had left earlier for some reason. Ignoring Sarah's protests, she started the car and began to drive.

Sarah sat quietly in the car. Natalie forced her in. Before long, she decided to break the silence.

"Who was that guy you were talking to?"

Natalie didn't falter and immediately answered. "A friend of Lexi's from camp. She used to call him 'the Cutie'. Actually, she still does."

"I see... Speaking of, when can we go see Lexi?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

Natalie drove a bit more, and after about 5 minutes they made it to Sarah's house. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright Sarah? I'm not sure about the visiting Lexi thing, but be ready just in case."

"Alright. Night Nat." Sarah quietly entered her house and went to her bedroom. She'd do the chores tomorrow morning before "mommy dearest" woke up. She changed into her pajamas, then climbed into bed, excited to meet this "Lexi". Soon, she drifted off to bed.

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Natalie then entered her own house. She was about 10 minutes away from Sarah. It was good to have a friend. Speaking of... Would Alex be awake now? It wasn't horribly late, but maybe he liked to turn in early? It was worth a shot.

---Hey Alex, do you wanna hang out after rehearsal tomorrow? I was planning on going to see Lexi, but I can put that off if you wanna catch up.---

Yeah, that seemed believable. She put her phone on her desk and plugged it in, then changed into her night clothes, meaning she took off eerything but her undergarments.

Natalie climbed into bed and waited for Alwx to respond. She wasn't sure if she did, because she fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

 

Soon enough Alex took out his phone to check the time. Since it was getting late, he decided to head back. As he got up from his seat, he have Natlie a quick wave before leaving. Once he was out of the auditorium he replaced his headphones over his ears. Since there wasn't the risk of someone trying to speak to him, he could do this without worry.

Getting back to his dorm didn't take long, mainly cause he wasn't paying attention to how much he was walking. Now all that was left for him to do was get ready to get some sleep. By turning his music off and placing his headphones by the bed and phone on it's charging station, he went on to take his shower. Once that was all said and done, he climbed into his bed and was about to fall asleep before the message alert went off on his phone.

The message was from Natalie asking if he wanted to hang out after reversal tommorow. Well he wasn't expecting to get a message from her this soon, but he wasn't going to turn her down. Typing up a out response, he accepted her invite and fell asleep with his phone back where it was.

 

『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.

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Maria was home alone again, completely clueless as to where Stephan could have gone. He seemed to be out a lot at night lately. She was starting to get suspicious. His bedroom door was left cracked open and she paced back and forth in the hall, debating whether or not to go in. He was hiding something. He never hid things from her! Mom and Dad, sure, but not her. Maria had only been in his apartment bedroom a handful of times. It was an invasion of privacy. If she went in now, she would be breaking that trust and she also had no clue as to how much time there was until he came back.

Her slippers padded lightly on the carpeted floor. It was just after nine on a Saturday night during winter break and she had nowhere to be. It was kind of a bummer, but she also enjoyed the time off to just relax. Her long platinum blond hair was pulled into a loose low hanging bun, her thick framed black glasses were in place on her face, and her body was washed away. A shiver ran up her spine and she crossed her arms furiously. This was dumb and a waste of time. She should just go in! Guilt was eating away at her. Maria took slow tentative steps towards the door, darkness spilling into the hall from the room.

Her hand pressed against the cool surface of the wood and it creaked as it opened. She took another step into the blackness and swallowed nervously. I shouldn't be in here. She shook her head, stray locks of hair falling out of place and tickling her cheeks. Maria backed out of the room and restored the door to its original position. She scurried down the hall to her room and flopped down on the bed. Her phone was on the nightstand and she picked it up, pulling it close to her. She curled up into a ball on the cool deep purple satin sheets. Her slippers were kicked off, landing lightly on the floor, and she held the phone near her face. The screen reflected in her glasses and she tapped open the messages.

She locked the phone, pulling the sheets over her body. Sort of... It was sort of what I needed. Maria sighed softly into her pillow before turning in early for the night. Tomorrow was Sunday. Maybe she could do something then.

✜ Wearing ✔ ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/19/2015 ❖Day: 2 & 4/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Melancholy ❖ Interaction: ✘ ❖ Location: Home ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Going to Bed ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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And so it had grown later than he realized and soon enough Julius bid farewell to Noelle and the students that were leaving the auditorium in order to return home. Letting out a yawn he merely gave a final wave in farewell and walked off towards his home in order to relax the day away. This musical definitely drove away the boredom but regardless it still never really managed to change his thoughts about musicals and how he loathed them.

The trek home was a quick one and once Julius got inside he let out another yawn as he noticed some papers on his desk. Winter break was a blessing for him since he really didn't have to really focus on semester work and for now he could just revel in the fact that he could relax. True he should be focusing on preparing lectures, but Julius was certainly not like any other professor. Though sloppy it seemed his message usually got across to his students and though he was strict, he was also fair tried his best not to crap on others dreams.

Removing his shirt as he stood in a wife beater and pants, Julius removed his eyepatch and collapsed onto the bed close by and let out a sigh as he closed both eyes. "Heh a professor...never thought I would see the day" Julius said as he thought back to the decision to even take the job in the first place. Opening his eye he clenched the eyepatch in his hand and raised it up. "Funny how things work out...after all you were the one who always loved music...." Julius said with a soft smile. Closing his eyes he lowered his hand and let go of the eyepatch "Well then...night..."Julius said silently before drifting off to sleep.

 

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◀ ☼ ✔ ✎ LOCATION⦂ HOME ✐ DAY⦂ 2 & 4/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ TIRED ✎ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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Erik sat virtually naked on the bench in front of his piano. It was his one true love. No matter what happened with any woman, he could always count on his beautiful black grand piano to be there for him. She was basically his foundation. No matter where he went, she came with. He never moved anywhere if it meant giving up his baby. His slender pianist fingers glided over the gleaming white keys. He had been tending to the care of the piano ever since his mother died at a young age. It was his possession, and his permanent life fixture. Just seeing that beast would immediately calm any unwanted nerves.

The melody was sweet, yet mournful. His hands came to a stop at the end of the song and he exhaled while raking his fingers through his thick brown hair. He lowered them, closing the key cover before rising from his seat on the bench. Erik slid the bench in and wandered the halls of his house. It was big an empty, save for himself. He lived alone with no pets for company. It was just the silence and him. Occasionally, he would have people over, but not often. For the most part, Erik enjoyed his space. There was always peace and solitude, a place to escape from the troubles of day to day life.

Now, he was ready for bed. He made his way to his bedroom, shutting the door as he entered the room. It made him feel more secure to have all the doors shut, even with no one else ever there. Erik slid into bed, shivering as the cool sheets pressed against his bare skin. It was both chilly and delightful at the same time. He yawned while plugging in his phone and dozed off to sleep.

 

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Most of rehearsal had gone boringly, with him keeping to the dressing room. Since Sophie had message him earlier, he had been expecting her to drop by, but she never did. He tried not to be disappointed. It didn't help that Noëlle never emailed him back.

He didn't feel so great when it came to thinking about his girls; there were still boundaries that he had yet to cross with them that he wasn't used to haven't already crossing. If that made sense. The thoughts and those similar plagued him on the return trip to his room.

When he got in, he stashed his things, and then took a shower. After getting a bite to eat for a snack, he decided to go to sleep.

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Bryan, after his . . . eventful day, was definitely glad to see that Noëlle had perked up by the time rehearsal was over. It was almost like she was her old self again, and not so secluded from the others as she had made herself out to be within the recent months. It made him feel good. And to top it off, they were going to breakfast tomorrow!

He sure hoped she was as excited as he was. Still . . . The lingering doubts in the back of his mind kept him from completely enjoying the thoughts. Hopefully they would get to talk about stuff, maybe he could figure out what was wrong and how she felt. Maybe he would tell her about Harley . . . ? It was a bad idea, Harley had told him. Bryan didn't know why, but he usually never strayed from his advice . . .

He sighed.

In the car, the two siblings talked animatedly about this or that, and where they were going to go, and maybe they might do something else after breakfast. He considered skipping rehearsals with Noëlle to spend the day with her, since much didn't usually happen on the weekends anyway. It might actually be good for the both of them. Mom would probably try and talk to him again about spending too much time with his sister, but there wasn't much point in listening to her about it. Once siblings, always siblings.

When they got home, he ate a bit of dinner, watched some television, and did a few other things for the conductor's score. Before she went to bed, Noëlle reminded him of their date tomorrow, and Bryan smiled and told her he wouldn't forget. After going up stairs and taking a long shower, Bryan dozed off for the night.

 

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

✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

Elisa closed the door of her bedroom behind her, smiling as her pastel walls and cute plush toys welcomed her back home. With a small shift of her shoulder, her little brown bag slid right off of her and onto her desk by her bed. She detached herself from the strap and walked over to her closet, picking out a pair of clean undergarments and a large tee. With her pajamas in hand, she flipped open her phone and quickly sent a text to Richie.

To: Richie bb​

I finally finished editing our cute animal cupcake video and it posted​

successfully onto our channel while I was having dinner!! I hope you​

like how it was edited, I added our little sillies in the end ^ o ^ ​

With that, she placed her phone back down and went into her bathroom. She removed her make up then headed into the shower, letting the warm water soothe her skin. She usually bathed in cold water, because she was used to that, but with the cold lately it was really hard to keep up with that routine without screaming so much. Once she was done, she slipped on her floral underwear and then jumped into the XL band tee that was so big on her, it ended past her bottom and the sleeves about two inches from her elbows. She grabbed a princess brush and brushed through the locks of her short hair, which lay flat on her head. She grimaced at her current appearance, with her hair looking more like a dripping mop on her head. She gave her head a real quick shake as and ruffled through her hair - making it more messy and a lot less flat.

She rolled her eyes at her failure and just waited for her hair to return to its wavy self as she walked out of the bathroom and onto her desk, sitting down on her computer chair as she flipped open her laptop. She quickly went onto her blog and updated it with their cupcake video. On a separate post she updated on how the day went with a paragraph. It mentioned how her day started: waking up early and getting lost wandering around. Then it followed with finding out her new friend Zachary knew her best friend Richie - which she thought was super cool and maybe the three of them would hang out more. She spilled about how productive the entire cast and crew was with the production, careful not to spill anything that would spoil their potential watchers. The post ended with a selfie she took with Richie before they parted ways and headed home.

She looked back at the video itself one more time, simply checking if people had viewed their silly video. Pleased that the number was already in double digits she smiled and closed her laptop. The day had been fun, even with not much going on other than she hung out with her Richie and even with their new friend Zachary. She did remember seeing Bryan that day, which made her incredibly happy, although she'd never admit it. With such pleasant thoughts in her head, she drew back the covers of her bed, grabbed her enormous Rilakkuma plush toy, tucked herself in and cuddle into it. Not long after, she fell asleep.