❥▐ cupid's brew

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✧ location: duvont home ✧ mood: tired ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: -- ✧​

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Text to Elisa bby:​

good night elisa!!​

i'm so pooped from our hang out session today!​

it was sooo much fun!! ^ u ^ oh, and i saw you​

posted our cupcake video! it looks so kawaii! danke babes..! ; ^ ;​

ANYWAY i'll see you tomorrow at rehearsals! have a good night~ <33​

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A tired smile spread across Richie's face as he sent the text and plugged his phone in the charger. He yawned obnoxiously and stretched as he fell onto his cushioned bed, his eyes watering slightly. Rubbing them, the boy let out a comfortable sigh; he was tempted to fall asleep right there, but sleeping in your clothes gross. Groaning, he forced himself off the inviting bed and changed into another pair of boxers and a plain tee shirt.

Richie snuggled under the warm covers, surrounding his body with the comforting heat. Though he didn't exactly favor the cold season, this was one thing he absolutely adored: wrapping yourself up in a plush blanket to stay warm from the brisk cold. It almost felt like someone was hugging him... it was a soft, sweet hug. He cuddled even closer into a ball and rested his head on the pillow, allowing himself to sink even further into its feathery delight. The green-eyed boy fought the urge to let his mind reconcile on the day he had... he was much too exhausted to think. All the fun he had with Elisa today truly sapped all the energy from his body, leaving him a sleepy shell.

...And yet, the poor boy couldn't resist remembering the great day he had. After hibachi,--which was super yummy--he and Elisa came back to his house and recorded a new video. He thought back to the little argument the two friends had over which video to record: the French macaroon one, or the DIY pearl kitty ears video. Ultimately, since Elisa posted their last baking video, they decided to film the DIY. It went successfully; they only had two mistakes throughout the whole process! Turning his head on its side, the blonde-haired boy opened one eye slowly to view the final product that rested on his nightstand [ where his phone and medication were also located ]. He gave a weak smile at the memory, and turned his head back to its original position. With another yawn, this time much softer, Richie drifted off to a peaceful sleep...

 

(*) Cafe (*) Mood: Content (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*)​

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After heading back to the dorms after the brief stop at the rehearsal, Alex thought back to his original plans with Natalie. They were supposed hang out after rehearsal, but that quickly changed as the day went on. Still, they could always reschedule it. After all, he didn't really have much planned aside from going to the rehearsals this week. He took a quick second to take his phone out of his pocket and started typing up the message.​

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It was a pretty open question, but it got the point he wanted to get through across. Upon pressing send his phone did it's standard three beeps before a longer one was heard, signalling that the message was sent. Alex gave out a quick yawn before heading to the shower with his change of clothes in hand. It was quick like it always was. Stepping out, now dressed in his sleep wear, he headed towards the bed and hopped on. It wasn't too long after that that he drifted asleep. ​

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⎝ DAY 3┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 20TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HARLEY'S HOUSE ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊. . . ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Just a little over twenty minutes later, Bryan's car pulled up to Harley's house. For a long moment, he sat in his car and stared at the door, willing his friend to come out instead of him having to go in. When his will didn't work, he sighed and then dragged himself out of his car.

He trudged up the walkway and then the door decided to open. Harley met him nearly halfway before stopping a few feet ahead of Bryan. The both of them simply stood there, not even having to use words, and soon enough, Harley was guiding a hysterical, sobbing Bryan into his large home.

"I - I don't kn - know wh - what I did -- wrong . . ." he choked out, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch in the living room. "I just -- W - Was it a bad idea t - to push her . . . ? She's just be - been lying to me -- for s - such a long time now . . . !!"

For a long few hours ( about all of the afternoon and into the night ), Harley let Bryan sob, bitch, whine, be concerned, angry, sob some more, feel sorry for himself, and pretty much all other negative coping methods one could think of before finally giving the kid a good smack in the face -- one which Bryan was grateful for after they wrestled and nearly had hate-sex in the middle of the kitchen.

"You can't help it," Harley started when they were lying on the ground and staring at the high ceiling, "You're just one really dense kid, who cares a hell of a lot about his sister. You've told me all about your old man, so I think I'm starting to understand, at least a little." Bryan curled into his side.

"Your sister is overly attached to you. I don't know what that means. Every younger sibling looks up to their big bro or sis, that's usually how it works. But your momma thinks you two are . . . too attached. I'm thinking, like, incest-attached. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against that kind of thing, but you are honestly too dense and emotional for that, and I can't say much for your sister. You need a solution that keeps you two in contact without . . . actually being in contact all that much."

Bryan peered up at Harley with his reddening, deep green eyes, looking just like a lost child. Harley sighed.

"I think I have an idea . . ."

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Bryan sat in front of a computer, clicking through to set up his IM client. It . . . didn't seem like a bad idea -- what was honestly the worst that could happen? He knew there would be trouble if they were together because things weren't the same anymore; they were growing up. People change.

I've got to try . . .

He didn't think it could ever happen -- him and Noëlle growing apart. They had missed that awkward teenage phase where they hated each other for no reason, but was it coming back to bite them now? No matter what . . . Bryan didn't, would never, regret protecting her from their dad.

Message To: Noëlle Chambers ( e-mail ) I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now, and I know today was pretty crappy. I'm sorry... Really, I am. I'm not sure how to tell you, but it seems like whenever we're together, things don't go as great as they used to, so... I've got a bit of an idea. Hear me out? It would probably be better if we stayed away from each other for a little while --- physically, I mean. Or at least minimize our physical interaction until we know stuff is gonna be alright... Which is why I was thinking we could become like penpals. Except with... chat, and e-mail. It's not the best idea, but I'm trying... Tell me what you think?

 

Zach had partied with some obscure weirdos throughout the day and came home bushed. He snuggled into his bed sheets after changing and coming home but couldn't seem to get to sleep. So he let his mind race and wonder. Immediately his dual interests came up, the infamous blogger Elisa and the cutie patootie Richie flooded his mind. He entertained mock conversations with both of them but ultimately realized he needed more information from them both before he could even call them good friends.

He shifted from his back to his left side, his hand slipping under his pillow to fluff it a bit before his head settled back down on the comfy head holder. He then noted that there was quite a number of interesting cuties in the cast and crew of the play he was in. He was slowly diving in and out of conscious thought. He vowed to use the play to get to know a bit more. He was weird, but lovable, so the worse they could do was reject him and crush his spirit! Hooray for humanity. But he was an adult, in college and also a Fortissimo high school graduate, he could handle heartbreak. I think.. He smiled sleepily, the fear was thrilling! It was great to be among the living. A thought which made him think about life and death. And finally, sleep.

 

Because Saxima's computer is going to explode, she is simply -- third person omniscient -- saying that Sophie, Bryan and Quentin ( who never actually woke up that day, herk ) went to sleep in places she will elaborate in tomorrow when her computer doesn't threaten to explode.

Thank you and good night.

 

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

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✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

She smiled as she looked down at the text from her best friend, Richie. It made he look back at how the day went, from him picking her up and singing loudly and obnoxiously in the car, then going to the new hibachi place (which had very little vegetarian dishes to her dismay, but she did have a good time and the food she ate was five-star), then arriving at Richie's place and recording a new DIY video.

To: Richie bb​

Good night Richie!! I had so so so much fun today too!​

We need to do this more often on the weekends and​

ahhh thank you so much! phew, I'm glad it worked out​

hahahah! > u < Anyway, I'll edit the video when I have​

more time. See you tomorrow, have super sweet dreams​

and a pleasant sleep! n w n ​

The turquoise teen walked into her room and dropped her things lazily on her desk. She could feel her legs shaking as she pulled her shoes off. She was so tired! She knew if she sat or laid down now, it would be the end of it. So, she slipped out of her sweater, hung that over her chair and walked into her closet to snatch a set of PJs.

She made her way to the bathroom where she took off her make up, took a quick shower then applied necessary lotions and products on her face and body to keep her skin healthy. Once dressed, she brushed her teeth before finally exiting the comfort room. Her tired, blue eyes gazed on her lush bed that looked extra comfy and cuddly that night. A tired smile played on her face as she took one step forward, before her eyes widened as she felt her fingers graze over the cold surface of her laptop.

"Oh right." she gasps out. She turned to look back at her bed, giving a little pout as she removed the towel wrapped around her head, tossing it over her chair before she took her seat. She flipped open her laptop as she reached for her camera sitting at the edge of her table. She popped out its SD card and inserted it into the slot at the side of her laptop.

"Update, update, update, update…" she muttered continuously in a tired tone as she opened folders and web browsers and new tabs and programs to prepare a post on her blog. She quickly opened a couple of photos on photoshop to give a quick edit by adjusting the levels, color balance and brightness. Namely, the photos she edited and would later include in the post were a photo of the food Richie and she ate, a photo of her and Richie in front of the Hibachi place, a photo of Richie's room when they were setting up the video and a picture of the materials they used for the cat ears they made in the video, as a sneak peek.

As the photos were attaching to her post, she began to type out the text she'd include at the end of it.

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Super fun Richie-Elisa Sunday Bonding! We had a super great day today​

by visiting the new Hibachi restaurant at Leroy Place (next to the ​

candy store) and the food is great!! They even had grilled vegetarian​

dishes for myself to enjoy. It's quickly grown to be a place we've both​

decided that we'd be around at more often, haha! We also started​

working on a ~ new video ~ and here's us setting up along with a sneak​

peek on what we were up to! ^ o ^​

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So, today's been real, real great and I hope all of you have had an​

eventful Sunday as well. Don't forget to check our latest Cupcake video​

on our channel and if you want to know more about the new Hibachi​

place, you can check out their website below. Okay, great! HP is running​

so low, gotta recharge and catch some z's. Sweet dreams & G'night!​

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As the last photograph attached to the entry, she quickly updated her blog. She refreshed the page and checked if everything was alright. Finally satisfied, she spun her chair to face her bed, jumped off of it and crawled up on her thick covers. She yanked them away from her bed and lay down as the comforted dropped over her. She had a smile on her face as she reached to shut off her lights before she let her head rest into her soft pillow and slept.

 

Xara laid there in the clinic. There were a few hours of surgury done to her hand. It some glass shards were in fact still in her hand and created extreme discomfort.

She awoke from her bed sometime in the afternoon with a cast over her hand. She saw Natalie sitting next to her.

She wanted to thank her with all she could. She tried to sit up and reach for her notepad. She slowly wrote "thank you for the help Natalie. You are a true friend."

After that, she stayed the night and slept there til the morning. but before she did she wrote. "Please stay with me if you can. I am scared."


Ethan looked at Sasha with concern. She had to go and do something. He knew it was best if she went and he didn't argue. "Alright Sasha. be safe." He hugged her and left to go back to the auditorium.

He continued his practice and until it was time to leave.

Eventually he went home and slept til tomorrow. The day of required practice would soon come.

 

OOC: Just lost my entire post -.-

Natalie smiled at Xara. "Of course I'll stay with you Xara. It's late though, and we should get to bed, alright?" She curled up in her chair. "We'll talk tomorrow, oka-" suddenly, she got a text from Alex. "Hold on one sec Xara."

She looked at the phone and texted back:

"I'd love to. Let me know when and where."

"Alright, Xara, get some rest. Goodnight!" And with that, she closed her eyes.

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Meanwhile, Sarah lay in bed. She wondered if Seraphina and the others would be at rehearsal tomorrow. Even then, that was a question best saved for later, now she would sleep.

 

PuttingPierce to bed so that i have time to write a decent post for Maria since have to post from phone. After spending the day with Sophie, she was mentally exhausted and turned in early. Pierce passed out without even changing for bed. She was fully dressed with her shoes still on her feet as her legs dangled off the edge.

 

Noelle sighed and pulled away from her laptop when she was through. She was feeling nervous and horrible, so she decided to take herself a nice, long, relaxing bath. When she was done, she moved to the kitchen and decided to start dinner so mom didn't have to. It wasn't much, because while Noelle was capable of it, she didn't really enjoy cooking. She ended up just popping some seasoned chicken into the oven, cooking up some vegetables and toasting some french bread.

Once dinner was done, she covered everything to be heated up later and left a note about it on the fridge.

It had been too long since she read a good book, she figured, so she plucked one from her bookshelf and started to read it to pass the time before she got an alert on her phone. An email. Sadly, it wasn't from Quentin. This time it was from Bryan. She had no idea where he was at the moment and the whole vibe of it irritated her.

Horrible. But what could she say? Nothing.

To-the-point but she was too drained for fluff. It sent and she slipped underneath her covers, curling up in a ball. This would be interesting.

Eventually she fell asleep.

 

It was late. Kurt fed his cat, and brushed his teeth.

After that, he spent half an hour checking various messages, and replying to a forum roleplay. By then, it was 10:20.

He fell asleep, his cat next to him. As he drifted off, he realized his computer was still on... but he'd get to that in the morning.

 

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Maria unlocked the door to the apartment, a weird mixture of longing and excitement cling to her insides. She already missed Tucker, but she felt lighter than she had in quite some time. The embrace he had pulled her in was filled with so much raw emotion. It was like he was trying to convey everything he was hiding in that one hug. She wanted to bear it with him. She wanted to help take away his pain. The time spent with him at the Animal Shelter had been sweet. They let her play with the animals and she met one of kittens Tucker had rescued. The kitten was too adorable to pass up.

A small furry head poked out of her large purse and mewed in anticipation. She smiled and rubbed the top of EAP's head. Stephan would not be thrilled. The door swung open to a dark apartment. All the lights were off. She groped the wall for the light switch and shut the door behind herself. EAP jumped out of the bag and rubbed up against her ankle as she bent down to set up his dishes. The kitten was adorable and if it meant bringing Tucker closer to her-- when had she become so desperate? ❝ Stephan? ❞ She wanted to talk to her big brother. ❝ Stephan are you home? ❞ No answer. She shook her head. What was he up to?

With a sigh, she scooped up EAP and carried him off to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. The kitten hopped onto the bed and she followed suit. Her thoughts were still swimming with the image of Tucker's lips pressed lightly against hers. She had no idea where to go from here. She wasn't used to being on this end of the chain. The way he held her, the look in his eyes when she finally said goodbye at her car on campus after loading up EAP--it was all the actions of someone that wanted more, but he seemed so reserved. What was holding him back?

Maria changed into pajamas--shorts and a tank top. She moved to her desk, taking a seat in the swivel chair. She opened her laptop and plugged in her phone, just finally remembering the awaiting message. How horrible of her. It was Noëlle! That made her feel even worse. She opened up the message and bit her lip.

She sent the text before checking her emails. The only thing noteworthy was an offer for a different music school--full scholarship. She had applied such a long time ago. Maria stared at the email from the admissions counselor for some time. It wasn't something she could think about right now. Instead, she left her desk, carrying the phone with her. Maria curled up with EAP and sent a message to Tucker before sleeping

There was so much more that she wanted to say to him, but resisted. If she wanted things to progress with him, it would take time-- lots of time. Did she have the patience?

A steady purring lulled her to sleep, helping ease some of the tension in her chest.

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

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

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

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Tired and still confused, Tucker began to walk up the stairs of his apartment with grocery bags in his arms. Once he reached his door, he toggled the keys into the keyhole. "Come on" he muttered as the edge of one of the bags he held in his arms blocked part of the door knob. Luckily, not too long after, the key slipped right in and the door swung open. He stumbled inside, careful not to drop anything. He bent his wrist upward, grabbed the keys then used his foot to close the door.

He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter, too lazy to tend to it now. Besides, now his kitchen matched his cluttered living area! He dropped his wallet and keys into the plate he kept them in before heading to his closet. He grabbed a plain tee and flannel pajama bottoms before heading for the bathroom to shower.

After stripping off of his clothes, he jumped into the shower and turned it on, letting warm water run all over his body. He stood there for a while before letting out a sigh then beginning to actually shower.

He spent the entire day with Maria. He still hadn't told her anything and she didn't seem to want to pry any further from his therapist comment, which was good because he really didn't know what to say anyway. They went to the shelter together. There, Tucker met the family who adopted Highway Star and they really helped him take his minds off of things. All the while, Maria was playing with the animals and he and Sean joined her soon after - heck, she even adopted a kitten! And guess who? Little Edgar Allan Paw!

Finished with his shower, Tucker left the bathroom and made his way to his room where he flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was really happy that Eap would be going to someone like Maria, it made him smile. After that, he and Maria (and little Eap too) went to grab something to eat and he helped her buy all the necessary things to take care of a kitten. He even picked out Eap's favorite treats.

Time seemed to suddenly fly too fast between them and then it was night time. He drove back to the school and bid her farewell there. He was able to muster up the courage to say that he really did enjoy that day before he headed back home himself.

He blinked up at the blank ceiling once more, before he reached over and grabbed his covers. He draped them over himself as he shifted to his side. He grabbed the phone lying beside him, checking it curiously before he intended to sleep.

From: Maria​

EAP is doing well.​

thanks for inviting me to the shelter with you.​

see you tomorrow at rehearsal.​

Good night Tucker.​

He smiled, responding back to her quickly while a tired but happy expression was on his face.

To: Maria​

That's great! If you need any help regarding​

Eap, just tell me. Little guy's a bit of trouble​

but he's a whole lot of cute and fun. See you​

tomorrow. Good night ( :​

Hitting send, he closed his phone then found himself sleeping before any of the chaotic thoughts that haunted him at night even had the chance to.

 

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OOC: Mature Steamy sexual content ahead

"CURRRRRRRRRRSE YOU FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE" yelled Julius as he drove on to god knows where. Julius merely wished to drive off the boredom, but he never truly expected to have gotten lost during his travels. "WHERE THE HELL AM I!?!?! I'M HUNGRY AND TIRED AND JUST WANNA GET OUT OF HERE!" Julius yelled out as he drove on in anguish. The area was quite bright and soon enough a flashy building caught his attention. "Hm? whats this? The Saucy Bottom? is this a restaurant or something?" Julius said as he parked his car and got out "maaaaaaaan I'm hungry...might as well treat myself" Julius said walking into the building. The inside was surely odd...but hunger was clouding Julius's judgment. Noticing a man that seemed to be working in the building, Julius turned his attention to the man. "Hey, can I have a table or something? I'm hungry" Julius yelled.

"Right...everybody is hungry in here...I'll get you to a table...would you like our premium room?" the man said

"Eh? premium room? didn't know you guys had these kind of things...sure why not...might as well treat myself and not be stingy with money" Julius said causally. It was certainly odd for him to be asked to have his own personal room to dine in but the world worked in mysterious ways.

"Ah...I see your a first timer...well then I guarantee your money will be spent well and you'll get your treat" the man said leading Julius to a table. "The special show is about to begin" the man said before leaving the professor to his table.

"Show? well then it seems I've chosen a good place....though this hardly seems anything like a premium room....ohohoho! the drink list!" Julius said as he ordered a drink. Soon enough the drink arrived and as Julius held the drink, his attention immediately was sent straight to the stage as a scantily dressed woman walked up on it. "What...the...fuck?" Julius said raising an eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink. As he sipped and watched he immediately spat it out upon seeing what the woman did next. "WH-WHAT THE HELL?! SHE TOOK OFF HER FRIGGIN BRA?! OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING TO THAT POLE?! THIS IS NOT A RESTAURANT ITS A STRIP CLUB!" Julius yelled in disbelief as he watched. He sat there dumbstruck with his jaw dropped and was in a server turmoil. "oh my god what do I? I paid for this...but I'm a professor...I'm not suppose to be starring at naked women......" Julius said covering his eye.

The show soon ended and the hookers began to take the stage and with this Julius rose from the seat "Alright I'm out of here NOW" Julius said before somebody suddenly grabbed his arm

"Hey there big boy...so your the one who ordered the premium room" said a near nude young woman as she began to drag him away

"WH-WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" Julius yelled as he was dragged off

"I see you like pirates...I wouldn't mind playing pirate with you" the woman said

"MY FRIGGIN GOD I AM NOT TRYING TO BE A PIRATE! WHY DOES EVERYBODY HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY EYEPATCH!" Julius yelled

"sorry.....just know I'll make it worth your wild" the woman said

"LET GO! NOOOOOOOOOO" Julius yelled before he was drawn into the room and his fate was sealed.

~After Some Moments of Quality Time~​

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With his coat resting on his arm, Julius smiled brightly as he walked out of the room along with the woman that dragged him inside. "Man that felt really nice! I really enjoyed that" Julius said as he gave the woman a little nod before walking off towards the exit with his bright smile. Looking over his shoulder he glanced over at the woman who was talking with the manager of the club and merely gave her a thumbs up and a grin before exiting the building "man helping her decide to give up being a stripper and go back to school makes me feel so great...though I wish it wasn't so hot in that room otherwise I wouldn't have removed my jacket" Julius said before returning to his car.​

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"Now to find my way home" Julius said as he started his car and immediately drove forward past the strip joint but immediately slammed on the brakes. "what the...is that...IS THAT MY HOUSE?!" Julius yelled as he drove a bit further and parked in front of his house. "YOU MEAN MY HOUSE WAS HERE ALL ALONG AND FATE MERELY MADE ME DRIVE IN A FUCKING CIRCLE?!" Julius said slamming his head on the steering wheel repeatedly. "HOW THE HELL DOES ONE NOT KNOW IF HE LIVES NEAR A STRIP CLUB...I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF LIVING NEAR A STRIP CLUB IS A BAD OR GOOD THING!" Julius yelled before exiting his car and entering the house. The day was pure madness, but as much as he loathed to say it...he had worse. Not even changing his clothes, Julius merely collapsed on his bed an groaned "...fuck adventures..." Julius said before falling asleep.​

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OOC: I lied about the steamy sexual content​

 

Aidan Samarost sat down at his computer. Today was pretty mundane, except the cafe incident as he mentally referred to it as. He met some people he sadly probably wouldn't run into again and had a decent cup of tea. He had just had dinner, late as per usual. Mother wasn't terribly quick when it came to making dinner. It was nice. Can't argue with a homemade Steak and Ale pie, but it just was ready late. He booted up Skype. The groups he was in had a bunch of messages, some with 90 or so, some over 300. He then flicked over to the site he spent wasted most of his time on. He replied to some of the various Roleplays he was in, spent a few minutes in the chat room explaining to the new people how to get on the Minecraft server that the site had, and then replied to a few random threads.

Aidan then played three games of Starcraft 2. He decided to play Terran again for some reason and won 2/3 games as them. Marine/Marauder/Medivac all the way. He smiled smugly at his ladder rank. 8 out of 100. It looked like he might get promoted if he kept this up. With that, he switched the game off and then his computer. He pushed back off his desk on his swivel chair to the other side of the room (not very far) to his bed and wardrobe. He then put on a pair of pajamas and went to sleep.

That night he dreamed about the people he met. He was stuck in a dark hole, and in the dream they reached out to him as if to try and help him out of it. After he was lifted out, it whited out and he saw nothing but the infinite darkness of the void in his sleep. That was one to consider in the morning. What did it mean? What was it trying to tell him?

 

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/21/2015 Day: 4 & 1/3♫​

Location » Living room♫ OOC: I'm back ♫​

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Seraphina had woken up later then normal, but she was very tired after the trip to the cafe and modeling and such. She sat on the couch, turning on the 56Inch TV and watched the news. Her mind was wondering all over the place. She wished she had gotten Aidan's number before she had to run off. She also was thinking about that Tucker boy... but it looks like they wouldn't meet anytime soon. It was lonely around this time... she wish she had something to do. Maybe she would go and check out the musical... But not now, she did have to do piano lessons after all, then after that violin... ​

She sat onto the bench, and started to play something while she felt a gust of wind come in from the open window... it felt so good going through her curly red hair. She loved to play songs from different video games, even though she played most in secret... It wasn't proper for a lady to play video games anyway. ​

She wondered if people heard her outside of the manor, it was pretty huge, so she thought it was unlikely. Her piano playing did come to an end... when her mind was filled with other things. He was so confident... even if he was acting, they're was no fear in his eyes. That bothered Seraphina. She needed to meet him again... to make him crack.. he had to show some fear at some time. That would be her mission... but for now, she stayed in the empty house, all alone... ​

 

He liked puffing out clouds of white vapor, it made him feel like a dragon. It was an immature thought but who cares? You know be Christmas time, when people just didn't care about the weird metal faced blond kid standing outside a toy shop purposely breathing out warm air. He did shiver though, outside in the cold was when it was most apparent that he was pierced, the metal turned chilly and he could feel it, honestly it was a mild distraction. His winter vest and sweater combo was working nicely to keep him insulated though. He inhaled the cold afternoon air once more before exhaling a fine dragonic mist from his flared, pink tinged nostrils and finally his mittened hands curled around the door handle to the shop and he allowed himself to enter it's warmth.

The fact that he was a customer was the only thing keeping the cashier behind the desk from pulling out her phone and texting people about the adorable blond who weirdly stared into her jobs window and just...breathed little clouds of steam. Zachary's hand waved at her in customary way as he headed towards the dolls, his mind too focused on his mission to even think about someone else's opinion. He gazed up and down the aisles as his visuals were attacked by porcelain girls and plastic women, briefly he wondered what toy shop sold porcelain women or was that too creepy? He shrugged the thought away as he kneeled and smiled in glorious victory! He'd found the toy he'd been looking for. The highly customizable and ever popular toy, "Creelicia Hanwa" doll. Popstar turned villian. He admitted to enjoying the show when he watched it with his kid sister, and as he approached the front counter of the small shop with the toy, he knew his baby sister would love it too. He felt a pang in his heart as he gave the cashier a fake smile and solemnly thought about the family he missed at home.

As he trudged back home he rubbed his mittened hands together for warmth and checked the time as he waited for the bus. It arrived in fifteen minutes of phone game playing. He thanked God he downloaded the "Fill in the Lyrics" game. All he had to do was take out his phone and sing! The best part was that you could play a custom version that only used your phone's music playlists. He boarded the bus after flashing his pass and settled into a seat, sniffling as he clutched his purchase in his lap. His face got stares but his stare was at the window until the looming of Fortissimo was upon him, like clockwork he pulled the cord, signaling for the bus to halt and let him out at the terminal at or near the school.

The bus ride was over so he checked the time once again and saw he had about ten minutes to huff it to the dorms and put his present away. In six minutes he had made it to the dorms and placed his present under his bed while tugging on his mittens so they stayed on tighter. He made a thermos of coffee and took it with him as he traversed the halls to the theater, merely holding it for warmth. It was 1:10P.M. when he started all this, and a final glance as his now toasty fingers pressed the power button on his phone as he slipped into the auditorium, his powered up phone now read, [|2:01|]P.M.

 

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Had it not been for the kitten on the bed when she woke up, Maria would have believed yesterday to have been a dream. Nothing about it seemed real the next morning. If it weren't for EAP nuzzled up by her face when she awoke, she probably could have convinced herself that it was. She had felt utterly confused all morning and the closer the time got to leaving for rehearsal, the greater the knot in her stomach grew. She didn't know what to expect when she walked through those doors and saw Tucker. Maria had spent the whole morning convincing herself that yesterday was a fluke and it would never happen again. She would just avoid Tucker as much as possible. He was crew anyway. It couldn't be too hard. Her time would be busy and occupied with running through the scenes with the set up now. They only had four days until opening night. Dress rehearsal is in three days. They needed to get accustomed to working around the set and it would take all of her focus.

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Before she left, Maria found a note from Stephan on the counter. Her expression contorted into a grimace and she exhaled in frustration. Stephan loved cats! What was his problem lately? That was a rather jerk-ish note too. EAP mewed from the other side of the kitchen counter and she bent down to fill up his food dish. She stroked the top of his head and then stood up straight. Her hand wrapped around the note and she crumpled it up, tossing it into the trash, and left the apartment. The lock on the deadbolt clicked into place and she pulled the key out before making her way down the hall and to practice.

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It didn't take her long to get to the school, but she wished that it had. Maria managed to arrive at about 1:30 and wound up sitting in her car for that half hour trying to mentally prepare herself. She hadn't seen Tucker's car pull up yet, but he could have been biking again. He seemed to do that even in the winter. It definitely kept him fit. Her mind couldn't help wandering to the prospects of how he looked underneath all the layers of clothing he usually had on. Her imagination would never do him justice. It was odd. Maria couldn't think of a single time she hadn't seen Tucker with a shirt on, even at camp. He never seemed to be topless, even with the water activities. What did he feel the need to hide under there--other than the usual?​

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She wanted to see, more than anything. She wanted to see what he so desperately wished to cover up. Just the idea of it sent a delicious jolt of anticipation through her body and she squirmed in the seat of her car. She had never wanted anyone as badly as she suddenly wanted Tucker--man or woman. It was terrifying. But, she also wanted him for more than just sex. She felt drawn to him. It hadn't been his looks that had originally piqued her interest--granted, they help--it had been his wonderfully caring personality. He was sweet to everyone and always tried to help out. She had only ever seen him sad or without a smile twice--yesterday and back then.​

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It was like her mind could never fully block out the thoughts of that week. She should respect his wish to be private of his person. Lord knows Maria was. How long had it been since she allowed someone to touch her? She was beginning to lose track. The last time had nearly killed her, not to mention the guy had been completely turned off by the giant ugly scar. It ran from her hip bone to the middle of her ribcage ( parallel to her breast ). Apparently the physician in Bentley did a horseshit job because the doctor at the hospital had to make the cut bigger in order to fix it. Stephan had rushed her there after sleeping off some of the exhaustion. He had only given her about three hours. After he had peeled off Tucker's sweater and saw that the shirt underneath was stained red and heard her coughing excessively; he scooped her up in her arms and rushed her back out to the car. Stephan had been sweet then...​

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Tucker's sweater--it had provided her warmth and comfort, much like its owner did. She thought she had seen something when his shirt slid up slightly from pulling the sweater over his head, but she pushed it aside as a trick of the light. Maria had wanted to reach out and touch that spot of skin--feel it under her finger tips. Yesterday--yesterday had been exhilarating, even with the both embraces being cautious at best. It felt like someone had flipped a switch on inside of her. Every nerve was sensitive to his touch and he had done so little. If she let her mind drift long enough, she could still feel his hand in her hair or the way his arms had been around her. The press of their bodies together as he hugged her in the parking lot was unbelievable. He was firm and soft against her. She had breathed in the sweet scent of him; a mixture of soap, boy, and animal. She liked the way she fit in the grooves of his body, as if he were the mold that she was meant to be held in. Her cheek had pressed firmly to the exposed skin of his neck as he rested his chin on the top of her head. She could feel how soft and warm he was even in the cold of late December. She wanted that. She wanted more than that. She wanted him.​

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Maria gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. Her face was flushed as she tried to push the images out of her mind. Her breathing had become shallow and ragged as she sat in the car. She didn't really want to go inside and face all those other people. She wanted to stay out here. That was a lie. There was only one place she wanted to be at that very moment and she still wasn't sure how welcome it was for her. She took a deep breath to try and calm her frantic heart beat before finally stepping out of her car and locking the door.​

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She walked to the Performing Arts Center. The building had already been unlocked and she could hear the feint sound of voices coming from within the auditorium. Maria made her way down to the stage doors and came in from the side rather than all the way at the back and down the endless flight of stairs. She waved a hello to those that were already inside and maneuvered her way behind the stage. She took a seat at her makeup stand, the rack of costumes she would be wearing stood next to the chair. Her blue eyes reflected back at her in the mirror and she frowned. She looked rather disheveled. Quickly, she tried to fix her appearance before grabbing one of the dresses off of the rack. Today would be make it or break it. Hopefully Torvald could do his part right. That was it. It was what she needed to finally set her thoughts of Tucker aside for awhile. She just needed to remember how awful Torvald was and how he was screwing up the whole performance.​

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The morning for Alex started off pretty simple. He went through his morning routine as always and put on a fresh pair of clothes. What was different this time was that he checked his phone for any new messages. What was on the screen was another message from Natalie. ​

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Once he'd felt like he'd killed enough time, he made his way inside the auditorium. From what he could tell, he wasn't the only other person here right now. he recognized one of the people as a lead in the play, but there was still one missing. The brown hair boy decided to take himself a seat while he waited for more people to show up.​

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Pierce, like usual, entered the boc office with her headphones on. She decided to wear her big ones today ( better sound quality ), rather than the usual earbuds she had in. The small room with the large glass window sat empty. Was she always earlier than Oliver? It seemed like it. He said he would be back on Monday and that was definitely today. She hoped he managed to take care of whatever the reason for his absence over the weekend was.

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She set her things down and slid the headphones off her head. There would be no more singing in the box office from her. What if someone heard her? That was just not okay! She had had an interesting weekend with Sophie. It definitely wasn't boring, to say the least. After she had gotten ready yesterday, they had gone out. They hadn't really done much, but it was still enjoyable. All the talk of her father had been pushed to the back of her mind where it belonged. It was easier if she just didn't think about him too much. She was also glad that Sophie never found the bottle of Rum she had forgotten to remove from her room on Saturday morning. That would not have been fun to explain.

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Certainly Sophie wouldn't have told anyone, but she still would have made a big deal about it. Probably not in a bad way, but knowing Sophie, she never would have heard the end of it. ❛ Oh look! Pierce does have a bad side! ❜ followed by some laughter and a giddy look in the other girl's eyes. She could already picture the sparkle in Sophie's eyes had she found out. That would not happen!​

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Pierce took a seat on the chair and spun around and around absently. She had to wait for Professor Julius--it still seemed weird calling him that, even after it having been a couple years--to get here so that she and Oliver could finish up those Tickets. Then, they would need to be sorted and organized in the drawer, along with prepping the box office for the opening night. The light above her head flickered on and off. It must need to be changed, she thought. A slight shiver ran down her spine as the light flickered. It was kinda creepy in there with a flickering bulb. It was definitely not something she was a fan of.​