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⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 20TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CURIOUS ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %11 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

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Sophie sang softly after sitting down at the counter to drink her glass of cold milk. She much rather would have preferred coffee or tea in the morning, but the milk was refreshing just as well.

Quiet footsteps sounded against the wooden flooring of the kitchen, and Sophie looked over her shoulder to see Pierce, her singing dying away.

❝You know, I think Oliver heard me singing on Friday.❞

Sophie stood and walked around the counter while Pierce got some juice. ❝Is that so? He must be very lucky.❞ She remembered the time when she had asked Pierce to sing for her. That had never happened, had it? Maybe sometime soon.

❝I, uh . . . I hope my house hasn't been too weird for you. My mom . . .❞

❝Hmhmhm. There are some clashing tastes here, but I don't mind. The overall taste seems very medieval. It must be embarrassing.❞ Sophie smiled, but waved the matter aside. ❝So, this Oliver boy . . . Do you like him?❞ she asked curiously, hoping that the answer was different from what she was expecting. Of course, it might turn out to be so much fun if it were 'yes'.

 

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

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✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

The turquoise teen rose from her sleep which was very refreshing. She woke up early but she had slept early as well so she didn't wake up sluggishly for once. It felt like she had just woken up from a lovely power nap instead. She let out a small yawn before stretching her arms up and bating her eyelashes to clear her drowsy vision - which immediately fell onto her laptop lying on her table from across the room.

She gracefully rose from her bed, letting her large t-shirt fall back down to above her knees. She took long strides to get to her chair, which she pulled and sat down on before opening her laptop. The bright light caused her to squint for a second. Her web browser was still opened to her latest blog update from last night with her cupcake video in another tab. She closed the tab with the video before refreshing her blog's home page. There were comment notifications on both her cupcake video update and her daily update. She decided to respond to them all to wake herself up a bit since she wasn't even particularly hungry.

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It took her about twenty minutes to respond to all the comments before she leaned back into her chair. People always seemed so sweet to her online. She felt so repetitive with just switching from saying

omg thank you so much ^ o ^​

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ahhhhh you're much too kind but thank you! n w n​

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LIES LIES you must be blind or mad or both but thank you so much \cries\​

Was she going to bore them one day? A small pout appeared on her face but she shrugged it off a couple seconds after and got up from her chair, grabbing some clothes to change into.

She got dressed quickly, after taking another ten minutes simply deciding on what to wear. Finally content with her choices, she slipped on solid black tights after putting on a clean pair of under garments and freshening up and applying make up in the bathroom. She let the soft, thick fabric hug around her very lean limbs then slipped on red shorts over it. She pulled a thin, gray cotton shirt over her head - it wasn't anything fancy, just a basic top but she decorated that by matching one of her favorite cream cardigans with it. She just loved the different red and blue patterns painted onto it. Then, she added a cute little black hat, since the winter season was getting even colder and accompanied it with her chunky, black, low-cut shoes.

She twirled slightly at the mirror, giving some time to adore the outfit she had put together. 'Success!' she thought to herself happily and turned back to her desk, bending down to grab the tripod leaning next to it. Yup. This was definitely going to her blog. She set up the camera on the tripod, positioning it to face her blank, subtly floral, pastel wall. She always took photos by that wall because it was blank but her wallpaper gave some character and the light from her window opposite the wall provided great lighting. Before she began taking photos she brought out her cellphone. She knew the drill.

To: RIchie bb​

WAKE UP RICHIE! We desperately need to hang out.​

Let's do it today, before rehearsals!! I just put together​

a pretty cute outfit today and I am NOT putting it to ​

waste HAHA Get into something super adorable and ​

contact me ASAP!! ^ 0 ^​

Once she hit sent, she placed the phone carefully onto her desk and walked over in front of the wall. She reached forward to press the button, letting the timer of her camera start. She got herself into a pose and snap! Snap! Snap!

 

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♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happyish♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/20/2015 Day: 3 & 2/4♫​

Location » Cafe ♫ OOC: N/A♫​

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Seraphina looked at the girl, wondering why she looked so uncomfortable. She never met someone like her. She would be a good friend though maybe... quiet, a good listener... but she didn't look rich enough. She could fix that though. She did want to know why she looked like she was in so much pain. ​

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"Miss... is everything alright?" Seraphina asked the girl. "You looked kind of scared, but trust me, their is nothing to be afraid of." Seraphina smiled kindly. "Let me find out a little bit about you... what school do you go to? Oh... I'm sorry I've forgotten, to asked, what is your name?" ​

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She looked over at another boy, who asked her the same question. Bah. Commoners. She fixed the look on her face and looked at him again. "Oh, who might you be?" Seraphina asked, her voice a little sweeter then normal. "Do you know this girl?" Seraphina asked. He looked scared as well. Or just nervous. Seraphina sighed, her beauty was a gift and a cruse. But at her new school she figured her talent would make more nervous... she wanted the girls to be afraid. She realized it was Christmas school. She sighed again. With her parents and sister gone, now all she had was a big empty mansion with a bunch of servants. She looked away from the girl and the other boy and looked out the window. Her parents were gone for every Christmas.. but now that her sister had gone with them.... she was all alone. ​

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 12/20/2015 ⧉ DAY▹ 3 & 2/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ STUNNED ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

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It only made sense that Sophie would ask her something so outlandish as she touched the rim of the glass to her lips. Pierce went all bug-eyed as she choked on the mouthful of orange juice. The acidic beverage burned the back of her throat and she clutched the counter coughing. Her face paled. It took her a good solid couple minutes to regain her composure.

❝ I uh... Of course I like him. But I mean, I like you too. ❞ She set the glass down on the counter and moved to the pantry. Piece rifled through the boxes, using the reprieve to steady her breathing. Sophie is torturesome. She sighed, pulling out the box of pancake mix. She held it up, shaking it in Sophie's direction. ❝ Pancakes? ❞

It had grown easier for her to talk to Sophie over the last two years. She had even grown more bold in the way she did things. Sophie was always blunt and to the point; it must have rubbed off on her. On the contrary, spending more time with Sophie made her feel constantly on edge. ❝ Did you like him? ❞ She finally asked. ❝ He didn't talk much after you joined, but he's been really nice so far. ❞ The pancake batter poured out onto the now hot pan and sizzled as Pierce began to cook.

 

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

He drove calmly, with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right switching from grabbing his cup of Jo and taking a sip to grabbing his raising bread and taking a bite. In no time at all, at least compared to his bike rides, he had arrived at the university's parking lot. He parked between two empty slots, before shutting the engine off and pulling the keys out. Having finished his bread, he grabbed its empty paper bag and then gabbed his coffee with the same hand before shutting the car door with his hip.

Climbing out, the cold bit at his cheeks causing him to shiver. He shook it off with a smile on his face, musing himself with the thought of his car being warmer. He locked his car securely, with the paper bags from the market packed in the back, and then began to walk out of the parking lot. On his way out, he threw his empty paper bag into the trash bin but also halted from his journey because he spotted a lump of fur move behind it.

He stepped to his side, bending slightly as he met eyes with a tabby cat with no collar. A stray. It looked up at him silently for a moment and then let out a meow. He smiled as he got down on one knee, placing his cup of cappuccino down next to him. He stayed motionless as the cat did too - but then it got up on its fours and began to walk slowly towards him. He slowly raised his arm to it, careful not to startle the stray. Luckily, it didn't. This seemed like a pretty social feline. It walked all the way up to him, grazing its body by his leg. He stroked its warm fur as he smiled down at it, "What are you doing out little buddy? Lost?"

It didn't respond but instead kept snuggling up to him. It was probably cold and looking for some warmth, hence it stayed so close to him. Tucker half wanted to pick it up and take it home at that moment but he knew he couldn't. He only brought strays back to his house to be later dropped off to the shelter if the animal needed to be - like if it were injured or unsafe or anything. This cat seemed perfectly fine. It wasn't too skinny nor did it have any wounds or patches. It was a healthy stray!

The cat suddenly spotted his cappuccino and looked at it curiously, walking up to the cup. Tucker immediately grabbed it and raised it high out of its reach, "Whoa, whoa! This is not yours. Not for you! I don't even think you can have this." he laughed. The cat stood still and just looked up at the cup. He gave a small chuckle before getting to his feet. He bent down one last time, stroking the fur on its head, "Anyway, I have to go. Stay out of trouble and stay well now, healthy little stray. See you around!" he told it happily before leaving. He walked forward, sipping a bit more cappuccino until he was finally out of the parking lot.

The tabby cat mewed loudly.

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Tucker kept his left hand buried in his pocket, it really was cold! He did finally reach the auditorium, he wished that it would be warmer inside. Hoping on that thought, he cracked the door open. He was ready to yell in a very enthusiastic "Hey overachiever!" to lighten up the mood but he bit on his tongue to stop himself as gorgeous, calm music welcomed him into the theatre. His chestnut eyes fell onto the blonde actress as she stood there, center stage. She was practicing one of her let scenes, Tucker could tell immediately just by her actions.


It was warmer inside, which made him breathe in deeply and smile, finding it very pleasant. He began to walk towards the stage, closing his distance between him and Maria. She began to sink onto the floor. A smile etched on his lips as he watched her from the door. Once she lay completely on the ground, she looked so at peace and calm. He didn't bother to say anything at all for a moment as he stopped and stared at her, before he brought his hands up to begin a slow clap. He walked again, finally reaching the stage. He took a sip from his coffee before he placed it on the edge of the stage and pulled himself up on it. He walked up to the girl lying on the floor with a gentle smile, "Morning." he greeted politely as he squatted to a sit next to her, "Grand job by the way. You were great, no wonder you landed the role." he said, dropping his right leg as he rested his elbow on the other. He turned to her with a grin and giving her a small chuckle,"but hey, I guess it pays to be an overachiever huh?"

 

Natalie Williams

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

Natalie woke up quickly and got dressed. It was still early, so she could go get some coffee. Realizing Xara would throw a fit if she wasn't invited, Natalie texted her and told her to meet her there. She wasn't in the mood to give Sarah a ride. Sarah was like Lexi a bit, yes, but she was so comfortable with Natalie that it was annoying to drive with her in the car. Then she remembered: Alex.

Before starting the car, Natalie texted Alex. "Meet at the Cafe? It's early enough for Coffee, and we have enough time to catch up." She put down her phone and began to drive. Natalie focused heavily on the road. It was as if she was chasing a goal that was far away. 'Wonder how Alex has been lately? We didn't talk much after rehearsal that day... And his stutter is gone too.' That last part made her more curious. It also made him seem more put-together.

Before long, she got to the Cafe. She ordered something and went outside to wait. Xara was sitting there, along with a new girl Natalie didn't recognize. She approached them.

"Hey Xara, good morning. Who's your friend?" She asked. Xara was a mute, but Natalie liked her.

 

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The sound of clapping echoed through the large room, giving Maria a start. Footsteps followed after as someone approached the stage. She didn't have to look to see who it was. Her body knew immediately. The hairs on her arms stood up straight as a jolt of anticipation ran through her veins. Her whole body seemed to have a numbing sensation overwhelming it. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she kept her eyes shut tight.

Tucker joined her on the stage and her stomach did a backflip. She draped her lanky pale arm over her eyes, still smiling as he told her how wonderful she was. Maria raised one slender finger to her red lips, as if to shush him. ❝ The princess is in a deep sleep, ❞ she whispered in a voice only slightly her own, ❝ The evil witch has cast a spell on her and it would seem that the only thing to wake her is a kiss from a prince. ❞ Her head swiveled to the side and her blue eyes flashed open for but a moment as she peered up at Tucker from under her dark lashes. ❝ Might there be a prince here to wake her from her slumber? ❞

She waved her arms dramatically before snapping her eyelids shut tight and pretending to sleep. Her heart beat was steady as her chest rose and fell. It was a pointless endeavor, she knew that, but still worth a shot. They were, after all, alone in the dark , dimly lit auditorium. Maybe he was just hiding the way he felt? It was a long shot. Tucker genuinely seemed to only ever look at her as a friend. It wasn't something she was used to. They were either too old to car, fawning, or down right insane--Torvald. Men didn't just look at her with platonic affection.

Her legs tingled, nerves on edge. At least with her eyes closed she could remotely fend off the longing desire to feel her body pressed against his and run her fingers through his thick red hair. Just picturing his warm lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine. Eyes shut--it wasn't so bad. But then, there was the anticipation of not knowing. Would he just laugh it off, or actually lean into her. Her body was beginning to squirm and she had to steel her nerves. She was a sleeping princess, but not really. In reality, she was just some desperate girl that had a long time infatuation with a boy that only ever viewed her through the glass walls of the friend zone.

A sigh escaped her closed lips. Maria hadn't anticipated this sort of alone time with Tucker. I should have dressed better. If only I had taken the thirty seconds necessary to put in my contacts. the silky platinum blond hair against her face tickled her nose and she reluctantly reached up to brush it aside before opening her eyes. Who was she trying to fool? Maria sat up, dusting the dirt off the back of her dress and slid in closer to Tucker. She picked the script up off the stage and set it in her lap. ❝ Good morning to you as well. And thank you. Now if only I had an equally as dedicated partner then we might be able to perform this musical the right way. ❞ Her chest rose fully as she exhaled a twinge of annoyance.

Maria slid the script between them and looked up at Tucker from under her dark eyelashes, blue eyes shimmering in the stage light. ❝ Would you mind running lines with me? ❞ Her voice was low and husky. She bit her bottom lip and blinked twice. ❝ I could use someone worthy of the part to play my partner for awhile. ❞ Her knee brushed against his as she reached for her cup of coffee. It was cold now and she grimaced before swallowing down the mouthful of cold cappuccino.

✜ Wearing❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/20/2015 ❖Day: 3 & 2/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Upbeat ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Auditorium ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: <3 ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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First it was this new girl and then the new boy that seemed concern at her pain. Natalie too came around her. All these people... She didn't want all this attention at all. She would been better off being alone in her misery then around others. She was stuck however. Without an answer to all their questions, she'd feel like she let them all down.

Xara wrote on her notepad, "I am fine. I just broke a lamp in my sleep with my hand." She placed it on the table for both Sera and the new boy to see, as well as Natalie. Writing on another sheet she wrote, "They aren't really my friends. I was just invited to sit here." She pointed it directly at Natalie so the other two would not know.

Within the writing, her hand began to stop aching. At least she only wounded her non writing hand. If it were her left, things would be a lot more difficult in this situation. She almost forgot about Sera's other question. Writing down the reply, "I go to Evergrade High. Am 17. I am a mute." she showed her the slip

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He slept well. He couldn't even remember how he fell asleep. He and Sasha were watching anime on her couch and just passed out on one another. He awoke half way through the night noticing her laying on his arm. He really didn't complain nor could she have helped it. She couldn't control herself in her sleep after all. He just went back to sleep.

Morning came and he awoke. She was gone but an aroma in the kitchen caught his nose. It smelled delicious. He sat up, ready to go. But, he stopped for a moment. Why did I do that... You are such an idiot Ethan. Moving to quickly again. Just another mistake to haunt you

He got up and went to the kitchen where Sasha was. Whatever she was making smelled good. "Good morning, Sasha. Thank you again for letting me stay the night. We should go to practice today though, before we are scolded worse." He said sitting down at a little table.

 

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happyish♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/20/2015 Day: 3 & 2/4♫​

Location » Cafe ♫ OOC: N/A♫​

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Seraphina smiled at her. But she didn't think she was fine. "Oh I see." She said, after reading about the lamp. She had never done something like that before. Her parents said she was always still... like a doll, or like a princess asleep for 100 years. She wondered what Xara wrote to that girl... oh well, it must've not been that important​

"Miss... is everything alright?" Seraphina asked the girl. "Evergrade high... the name sounds filmier. I'll be starting at Fortissimo Academy, after Christmas, or maybe sooner." Seraphina smiled. "Oh, I'm very sorry." Seraphina said, after she read the part about Xara being mute. "I thought you were just shy, but you are a little aren't you." Seraphina smiled again. She could tell she was a bit shy.. even if she couldn't talk. ​

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"What do you specialize in?" Seraphina asked. "Music, Sports, Drama, Sciences, Maths?" Seraphina listed. "I specialize in acting, modeling and music. I've been acting since I was 2, modeling since I was 3, and I play Violin, Piano and can sing." Seraphina said, making herself sound humble while, not being humble. "I do love to sing though.. and singing and acting go hand and hand. I can also ballroom dance, but since my parents had so many parties when I was younger I didn't really have a choice." She laughed. This was a good idea... Xara is a very good listener... and she wouldn't interrupt Seraphina. She was prefect. ​

 

Kurt said, "Should I get aspirin?"

Not knowing how to react, he decided to continue acting normally. He was a bit confused with the other girl, who was blithely going on about how she loved singing... something Xara would not be able to do. It didn't seem nice.

"...or... yeah..." he finished lamely. He honestly didn't know what to think or say. He was much more comfortable with a guitar or computer keyboard than people, and already felt like he didn't fit in.

 

(*) On way to Cafe (*) Mood: Tired (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*)​

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Alex's walk to the cafe was interrupted when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He never put the ringtone on mainly because he'd probably wouldn't hear it if he head his headphones on. Which was something that happen often. His phone vibrated two more times before he reached into his pocket and took it out. It was another message from Natalie. Now that was convenient.​

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Now that really was convenient, especially since he was already on the way. Still he would have to let her know, so he typed up a response​

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Once the message had gotten sent, he continued to head to the Cafe. He figured that he wasn't too far anyway. The cafe was soon within his eyesight as he continued walking. The closer he got, the easier it was to make out just who exactly was there. Granted three of them he didn't at all, but he did see Natalie among them. Since she probably got his message, he figured that she'd be somewhat expecting him. So he made his way towards her. "Hey Natalie." He said when he got there.

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Natalie Williams

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

"Ah, I see." Natalie said to Xara before turning and seeing Alex there. "Hi Alex. Did you see Sarah on your way here? I asked her to come meet me but she didn't."

Natalie turned to Xara again. She seemed uncomfortable. "You okay Xara?" She asked gently.

"Hey! Nat!" came a voice.

Natalie saw Sarah coming. "Hi Sarah." She said.

Sarah came and waved at everyone. "Hello!" she said.

Natalie just sat back and drunk her coffee. It was gonna be quite a day.

 

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More people and more worry about her. Xara began to show some tears. She didn't want to be around them anymore. She grabbed her hot chocolate and ran out the door with some tears rolling down. Her hand was aching again. Perhaps there was some glass still inside the skin irritating it.

Xara sat outside removing the gloves and bandages. The bandages were soaked in blood stains. The cuts contined to slowly gush out blood. She needed to see the school nurse or something for proper aid but didn't know where to begin to even look. She didn't know the campus well enough.

Going back inside, she stopped over by Natalie, tears only slightly showing now. She wrote down that she needed help finding the nurse and showed Natalie her hand. Please help me Natalie. I don't think I cant trust anyone else for help.

 

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» KIND OF TERRIFIED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SCHOOL ≛OOC ✌​

❝ The princess is in a deep sleep, the evil witch has cast a spell on her and it would seem that the only thing to wake her is a kiss from a prince. ❞

She had brought a finger over her red lips, shushing him up immediately. He adored how she changed her voice up and never really left character. He really did admire her talent, it made him smile more. As well well be completely oblivious to what her true intention was. In fact, he was ready to laugh it off, until the beauty suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at him. It was only for a second, but her blue eyes sparkled. Her expression was quite blank and innocent, while his stayed in his gentle smile.

❝ Might there be a prince here to wake her from her slumber? ❞

With a dramatic wave of her arms, she fell still again and shut her eyes. His chestnut ones growing wide at her words. What she said cut his breathing like a knife to the throat as he finally realized what she meant, putting the two lines together. His body tensed as he kept looked down at her. No, he was completely frozen. What. Just... What?

What was he going to do? Kiss her? Would it be rude to laugh it off? Would it bother her? Would it bother him? Wait... why was he even putting this to thought? He would push himself on the stage towards her, then glide over her thin figure. He could stare at her closely from there, taking in how gorgeous the actress was in the small distance that separated them. He'd then lean in closer, feeling the subtle warm air coming from her breathing until he'd inhale slightly before planting his lips onto hers.

He'd feel the warmth of her body against his as they kissed. He'd imagined it wouldn't be a simple peck, they were alone after all. In the dark. Alone. He'd imagine it would be sweet and beautiful and romantic. He'd hold her gently, embraced in some sort of perfect fantasy. He'd let her run her fingers through her thick hair as he'd lower his hands to her waist. He'd free her from any discomfort by letting her roll on top of him, with his back now flat against the stage as she continued to kiss him.

But then again, it could go some other way because this is when he'd imagine it all go wrong.

The fingers twined in his hair would release and grab his wrists, guiding them away from his hold on her and over his head. She would pull away from him slightly, but never taking any of her weight off of his body. She would have them in a death grip. The sudden cling-klang rung in his ears, while cold metal grasped both of his wrists. When he'd try to pull away, there was a tug at a chain that would keep him in place.

She would pin him on the ground, where no matter how hard he fought there would be no escape as she tugged on his clothing, ripping them off to reveal his tainted body. All his scars from the metal and plastic and all such other things they would use to pry him with. He tried to pull again at the cuffs that kept him in place, but no such luck. He tried to raise his legs and kick the body caging him away but she only used that to her advantage.

Maria? No. She would never do this! But then again... how sure could he be? No. No! Maria was a sweet girl! This... this face was full of evil and ill intentions. This wasn't her. No it wasn't. It was a face of a monster. A monster that would never ever let him go. He would let out the most ear piercing screams, one of a child even. But would anyone hear them? Of course not! That was never the case. No one ever heard him scream or cry. No one, ever.

There was a sudden shift of movement on the stage. He blinked once as he snapped his head towards her, watching her dust off the dirt on her back. He blinked rapidly to force those sick, grueling thoughts out of his head. She then slid in closer to him, lying the script onto her lap. He would have scooted away slightly if it weren't for how panicked he was. He pulled his legs up closer to him, hugging his knees. He inhaled deeply as his heart beat far too quickly for his comfort. He wanted to swallow down the lump in his throat and mask his troubled expression but he couldn't find himself to do that.

❝ Good morning to you as well. And thank you. Now if only I had an equally as dedicated partner then we might be able to perform this musical the right way. ❞

Hearing her normal, Maria voice once again helped a bit. He cleared his throat and choked out a small laugh - intending for her comment on her co-star as she expressed her annoyance. He couldn't find himself to say any words, since most of them were jumped in his head like alphabet soup. Luckily, he needed not to break the silence anyway because with the script gliding down to fall beween them, Maria looked up at him with those sparkling blue eyes - free of any trace of evil - and spoke in her sweet voice once again.

❝ Would you mind running lines with me?I could use someone worthy of the part to play my partner for awhile. ❞

He swallowed nervously following her last words, still wrapped in a blanket of panic and fear. His heart showed no slow in its momentum nor did his body seem to want to move either. However, he was able to finally speak up after clearing his voice one more time and almost literally choking at his words. "...W-w-worthy? P-pfffft, y-you're joking .... right?" his stutter hadn't been this awful in a while but he knew the answer to her question as he looked down at her almost, pleading expression. He bit at his bottom lip before licking his upper lip and scratching the back of his head. "U-um, I have to. um. Mics. And. Um. Shelter. And um. Er, um. I. Um. Not sure. Um. Mics. And. Um..." as he spoke his words without making sense at all, even with the hand gestures he used to try and make sense of it, he found himself completely lost as he looked at her with this kind of desperate face. His lips fell into a straight line, annoyed by his incapability to speak coherently.

He raised up his left arm, looking down at his watch. Even with the job to fix the mics and go to the animal shelter, he could do it. Hell, it was still so early. Plus, he really didn't want to disappoint her. Also, distracting himself with a bit of acting did seem like a good idea - to drive those thoughts away. He gulped one last time, looking up at the ceiling far ahead for a second, before he took a deep breath and grabbed the script. He looked at her before he finally got the words right in his head. "S-sorry, um, what I meant was. Y-yeah, no problem. Um, lets.. uh, yeah! Let's do this!"

He forced a grin and a dorky little thumbs up to accompany it, before he exhaled and got to his feet, with the script in his hands. He looked down at her once more, with that same little grin hoping she got the message that it was fine, he was prepared to rehearse with her.

 

⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 20TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %11 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
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When Pierce looked like she was having a bit of trouble swallowing her juice, Sophie smirked slightly. It wasn't hard to find the opportune moments with Pierce.

❝I, uh . . . Of course I like him. But I mean, I like you too.❞

There was no outward reaction to the reply, but the answer was dodgy and disappointing. Of course Pierce wouldn't answer her with a straight one, which meant one of two things; either she did like Oliver, and was embarrassed to admit it, or she was just confused about the question.

❝Pancakes?❞

The shaking box caught Sophie's attention, and she said yes, and Pierce began to work. Pancakes weren't particularly her favorite, but it was rude to turn down and offer.

❝Did you like him? He didn't talk much after you joined, but he's been really nice so far.❞

Sophie thought about the question. Did she like Oliver? First impressions were lasting ones, and his hadn't been particularly special compared to someone like Quentin. She didn't dislike him or think he was boring, yet.

❝I haven't decided yet.❞ she eventually replied. ❝But that's not really what I mean. Do you like Oliver, as in have relationship feelings for him?❞

Sophie was usually blunt and to the point with Pierce, and she had come to notice that this was a trait Pierce was picking up from her. That was a good thing, although on occasion, Sophie did miss the meek, stuttering little girl her interest used to be, but as she was now was all well and good.

 

OOC: Gonna have to take Sasha out of the picture for a bit since my availability time is getting even worse here.

Sasha turned her head towards Ethan and gave him a warm smile. "Good morning Ethan. I hope you enjoyed your sleep. Sorry about the short notice, but I gotta do something really fast out of camp here."

After setting down food on his plate, she grabbed her bag. "I have family issues at home so I won't be back for a few days at least. I'll see you then Ethan. Lock the door on your way out please. Again, thanks for staying over."

On that note, Sasha gave Ethan another happy smile before heading out the door. It was actually a lie. She actually needed to track down te group who stole her computer. According to some random info, they were planning to sell it at a shop in town. She wouldn't come back until it was settled.

 

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Maria bit down on her lip as Tucker began to stutter excuses. He was going to leave now. Her top row of white teeth stuck out as the lip curled in underneath. She prepared herself for the sting of his refusal. By this point in time, she should be used to his friendly rejections, but she wasn't. Each time she semi put herself out there, it hurt a little more. When he opened his pretty mouth to speak again, it was like the wind had been knocked out of her. He was staying. She watched with big blue eyes as he jumped to his feet with the script in hand. He was staying with her when he could be doing other things. Relief flooded out of her as she staggered to her feet and dusted herself off.

One more chance. She would pick the most intimate moment in the performance, the one that made her skin crawl every time she had to do it with Torvald. Practicing it with Tucker would be different. She liked Tucker, a lot. Maria pressed her red lips together until they turned white. She walked slowly over to him, letting the rapid beat of her heart grow steady and strong. Her head was held up high, but there was an air of self-loathing behind her smile.

Maria stopped walking when she reached him, stepping in close. How many times had she stepped into his personal space without him saying something? She sighed inwardly. Her finger grazed the wrinkled booklet of paper, flipping to the scene she wanted. Her head faced down as her blue eyes scanned the words. There. She tapped the script lightly, pointing to the lines highlighted in blue for Torvald--playing Albert. ❝ I'll start, if you read these ones." Maria smiled up at him, although not as brightly as before. Her blond bangs swept across her face and she brushed them aside. She readjusted her glasses before taking a half step away from him.

Her mind went blank as she collected herself. The best way to play the part was to imagine you truly were that person. Michaela was beautiful, her love infinite, and her death tragic. She closed her eyes for a moment. When they reopened, her gaze was glossy and distant, as if she were looking miles away. ❝ But Albert you promised," she started softly, ❝ You said we would go out for my birthday. Whatever could be so important that we're staying in on my birthday? I got all dressed up and everything."

She twirled to show him her new dress, before stepping in closer. Maria curled her fingers around his bicep, smiling up at him affectionately. She bat her lashes and ran the tips of her fingers down from his temple to his jawline. ❝ Tucker," she purred, ❝ Tucker you're line..." her voice was low and husky as she gazed up into his chestnut eyes. Her fingers rested against his cheek.

✜ Wearing❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/20/2015 ❖Day: 3 & 2/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Upbeat ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Auditorium ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Rehearsing ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❝So how have you been feeling lately?❞

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

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

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

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

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Pierce dropped the spatula in the pan. She turned slowly, glancing over at Sophie seated at the counter. "Wh-why would you ask that?" Her voice cracked. Sophie really did like torturing her. She never really thought about how she may or may not feel about Oliver. He was an adult--a man, like four years older than her. That was the length of high school alone. "He's in college." She turned away as the smell of burning pancakes tickled the fine hairs in her nostrils. She scrambled to scrape them out of the pan.

She dropped them into the garbage and started over. Dammit Sophie! Pierce chewed on her bottom lip the tingling sensation of eyes watching her back made her hair stand on ends. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, streaking it with batter. "Oh shoot," she muttered. Pierce turned to the sink and grabbed a damp washcloth. She ran it down the length of her hair. It wiped out and she turned back, scooping the fresh pancakes onto a tray.

Pierce grabbed the syrup and butter, along with plates, forks, and napkins. She set it all down in front of Sophie before pulling up a stool to sit beside her friend. "So um... what about--what about you and Quentin? You're together a lot."