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❝Th-thanks,❞

He shrugged, genuinely oblivious to why she would need to thank him for something like this. If he fell, she'd try to help too, wouldn't she? He hoped so, at least. Maybe she would be too shy.

His fingers loosened around hers as soon as she was up and deemed well enough to walk. Their hands pulled away. Then, he turned and lead her through the wide, empty hallway and to the main office. He wondered for a moment if there was anything of value in here. Why would it be unlocked during Winter Break? Unless someone was actively checking it, and just happened to be away each time there was rehearsal.

Another, quieter sigh left his lips as he and Pierce both dug around, looking for a first aid kit. A minute or two later, it was found. That was good. He knew for a fact that the nurses office would have been closed, and even though her elbow didn't look that bad, it was a bit scraped up and would be a pain to work with for the rest of rehearsal.

❝Here we go,❞

Pierce took a seat in one of the chairs and Oliver followed, placing the first aid kit down on the table and pulling one of the chairs up closer to hers before plopping down. Their knees were almost touching from the closeness, but he wasn't really paying attention to that. Instead, he opened the kit and took out a cotton swab, hydrogen peroxide, a band-aid and an antibiotic cream.

❝ I-I can do it... if y-you don't want to...❞

With a good amount of hesitation, his hand reached out to take her arm and hold her elbow out, gently. He tilted his head to inspect it better and then clicked his tongue. Clumsy. He had to admit he felt a bit awkward taking care of her like this. She wasn't a child or that badly injured, there was really no reason for him to do this.

But he wanted to.

❝Sorry if this stings.❞ He warned gently, taking the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball and dabbing the wound. He hoped he was doing this right. It's what his mother used to do for him, when he was hurt. When that was done, he rubbed a bit of cream onto it in a thin layer and smoothed the bandage over the scrape. ❝... Better?❞

 

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Erik found his way to the practice room with ease. The band seemed to be well underway and he slipped in silently, taking a seat in the back. As the room filled with the sounds of music, he pulled out his pad and pen to jot a down a few notes here and there. If anything needed fixing, now would be the time to get it done. They only had a few days left before the opening night and these next few days would be all about touch ups and run throughs. Starting tomorrow, each practice would be dedicated towards going through the whole performance, only stopping to fix a mistake along the way.

He bobbed his head up and down with the beat of the music. This particular song was rather uplifting and fun-spirited compared to the musical as a whole. He couldn't help feel better about everything while listening to it. His tight scrawl quickly filled the notepaper in curving lines of black ink. The music seemed to seep its way out from between his lips as he hummed along softly. When the song ended, he glanced up in time to see the music director motion to the band to begin the next one before returning his attention to the pad on his knee.

 

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Xara opened her eyes. Where am, Oh, that's right. Natalie took me to the hospital. She thought to herself. It was late and they were running late to the auditorium. She slowly moved out of the hospital bed. Her left hand felt heavier. The thick bandages held it down.

Natalie had given her clothes to wear. Wearing the provided clothes from the clinic would probably look odd if she had shown up to that. She changed slowly do to being unable to use her left. Things were just going to be more difficult now. She had finished changing and nodded at Natalie.

The two would soon arrive at the theater. She looked around and wondered what everyone was doing. However she just decided to sit in the chairs and watch. Her notebook was ready if anyone needed to ask about her hand. Surely somebody other than Natalie would be curious or worried.

 

" sorry if this stings. "

The second Oliver touched the hydrogen peroxide to her elbow she winced from the sting of it. She wanted to rip her arm out of her grasp and cradle her elbow. She pressed her lips together until they turned white. He followed up with a bit of cream which helped ease the sting. Pierce let her muscles relax as he pressed the bandage down over it all. A small gasp slipped through her lips.

"...Better?"

She nodded and slowly pulled her arm out of his grasp. " Thanks," she repeated a little breathy. She stood, knocking her knee against his. Her brown eyes lowered to her legs and she jumped back, almost falling into the chair she just got out of. Using her good arm, she steadied herself on the arm of the chair. "I-I can clean it up. I-If you wanna g-get back..." her face was flushed again and she turned her head to the side, letting her hair cover most of it. Her heart hammered so loudly in her chest that she was sure he could hear it.

 

Zach loved the attention Maria gave him. It was always nice to know that when you go above aand beyond, someone notices it. He scanned the room as Torvald entered and his speech began. The dude was dramatic and long winded, but his usage of the word revolution made Zach want not be a sheep fitting the mold, so amused, Zachary would give Torvald the time of day and actually pay attention when he talked. He watched as Maria knelt before them all and was about to walk towards her to help her or something, but she helped herself to a heaping of Torvald cheek. It was a echoing clap. More air then slap. This would spark some juicy winter gossip for sure. Oh, and Julius looked hurt.

His showing over, and rehearsal finally cranking up, he was now able to full on socialize and so he faded into the backstage. Eagerly looking for Elisa for a talk and maybe another face painting, he headed to the make up area and settled into one of the many chairs placed there. Luckily she seemed to be back here, safely watching it all. He reviewed what he knew about her and despite seeming so out-going and even though she had bubbly Richie for a friend, she seemed reclusive. He wandered why, well aside from being their own little secret iElisa[iCarly joke, herka], she seemed a positive delight. And thinking about her blog he knew she liked going out to places. So...maybe she was shy and only able to pull off one on one reactions? Well this was perfect!
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He stared at her back side and was struck by idea thunder! He gingerly, silently slid out of the make-up chair and pilfered black mascara and red lipstick. He vanished into the shadows of backstage and began to apply the eyelid blackener to his bottom eyelid and made dark trails from his eyes to halfway down his cheeks. Then he uncapped the lipstick and made a light film of the substance circle the outside of his before drawing bloody seeming trails from his lip's edge to his chin. Ta-Da! Zombie make-over complete! He began to shuffle and amble towards the back turned Elisa with determined dead man conviction.

"Buuuuh...Uhhh, guuuuhh..." He moaned. What a scare. Insert more jokes and fun time with rehearsal and he watched half the movie before going to bed happy.

 

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 9:30PM ✖『DAY』 04.2​

❝Yeah. That would be the pompous ass we're waiting on me. We could do one of the parts that don't involve him for now.❞ Maria replied. Noëlle chuckled. She really wasn't fond of him, was she? Her herself didn't know what her opinion on the blonde-haired loudmouth was, other than he was ... loud. But he was definitely theatrical enough for the lead male.

❝WHAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK? WHY...ERR... CANT...OW... I STOP....GUK.... ROLLINNNNNNNNNG?!❞

Noëlle jumped to her feet, instantly recognizing the voice -- well, the yelling voice, of Julius. Her eyes came into view with his rolling body and her lips pressed together. It was rather comical, if she thought about it, but her face showed nothing but concern.

❝Professor!❞ The exclamation was followed by a casual response as he picked himself up.

❝Sorry I'm late...had a very...odd night last night... Alright the play is in 4 more days and we really cant be wasting our time just playing around or falling down stairs. Now get your asses in gear.❞

He seemed alright, so she stumbled back to the piano stool, sitting down. Her fingers were shaking, so she wrapped her arms around herself with a nervous laugh.

❝ A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MOUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION.

So perhaps, it is to say, WE SHOULD BEGIN THIS REHEARSAL, IF WE MAY.❞

❝Jesus Christ ...❞ She muttered, mostly to herself but partly to Maria. Who spoke like this? Was he born and raised in the military? Maria rose and Noëlle turned into the piano, lifting the hood and reading her notes and sheet music.

Slap!

Ooh. She kept an ear out, but didn't look to see what had happened.

❝You have no right to come in here lecturing everyone. We have all been here and have already started rehearsal. I didn't see you all weekend. Do you know where I spent my weekend?Here. Get up here so we can get started. We've all had enough waiting around on you for one lifetime.❞

Drama bomb. It made her nervous, and she wished Bryan was around.

❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now,❞

She nodded and took a deep breath, placing her fingers over the piano keys.

❝Wh-whoaa, okay. Okay. Everyone just calm, um, down. Um.... c-can anyone get a mic on Trovald so we can get started. They're forward right on the stage, please don't forget to switch them on once it's on him. Noelle, you can start, I'll fix your mic's frequency from there.❞

Tucker's voice rang out from the speakers and her shoulders hunched, nerves completely on edge. The beginning piece was supposed to start out slow and gentle, but instead she was basically mashing the keys. The tones were harsh and clumsily arranged.

At least, until she calmed down a bit, feeling embarrassed.

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Rehearsal was long and a bit nerve-wracking. They did a general run through and made some notes and corrections on a few things. It had gone pretty well, overall, after the kinks and animosity was worked out. It ran a bit over time, and those who had stayed [ Maria, Noëlle, Bryan, Sophie, Torvald, Julius maybe some other people I don't give a **** ] were treated to pizza. They watched a movie titled 'The Featherstone Locket' and after everything was said and done, made their way back home.

A bit after the movie, Noëlle and Maria had talked. It was decided that Noëlle would go over to her place for the night -- though she was a bit nervous. Her package was supposed to be arriving in the morning. It would be nice to get away from home and Bryan for a little bit, though, so she pushed her concerned to the side.

 

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

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Richie stretched his back dramatically, almost falling over backwards in the process. With a yawn, he stared at the marvels he created along with Ariella: the Christmas decorations. At long last, they were up! It finally felt like Christmas, at least in the Duvont home. This year, it seemed the jolly holiday had been neglected; whenever he drove around, he noticed there weren't as many decorations as in years past. It was indeed a sad sight, since Christmas was one of his fave holidays [ despite it being in December ]. It seemed like no one had the joyful Christmas spirit this year!

Nonetheless, Richie was still extremely proud of his and his sister's creation. They'd managed to turn their boring home into a beautiful wonder! The tree was finally up, the lights were pinned to the wall, and the various other Christmas-related decors were also placed spontaneously around the house [ Santa welcome mat, Santa and reindeer plushies everywhere... things of that sort ]. The smell of cinnamon and peppermints lingered throughout the once-stingy home since they placed an assorted of scented candles in practically every room of the house [ Richie's room had 'Sweet Sugar Cookies' ]. Giving Ariella a thoughtful hug and a kiss on the cheek, the cheerful boy headed upstairs.

Changing out of his clothes, Richie quickly popped into the shower. He had virtually no stresses or sexual tensions, so the need for pleasure was nonexistent. The shower didn't last very long, since Richie was feeling more and more drained, ironically enough. Once he completed his cleansing, the boy felt like he couldn't even stand up. He quickly tossed on a pair of boxers and a plain t-shirt and collapsed onto his bed. He shot Elisa a good night text...

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Text to Elisa bby:​

bonsoir elisa! <3​

rehearsals today was kinda boring, don't you think??​

anyway, it was fun to see you ofc so it wasn't so bad i guess lol​

anyway... yeah...! night night!​

sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite * 3 *​

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...And with that, Richie plugged his phone into the charger and fell asleep almost immediately.

 

Practice today was...interesting to say the least. Sure, it was no secret that Maria disliked Torvald but that slap was something else. Regardless he didn't interfere and left as soon as he could once practice was over. Granted he had no real reason to rush on home seeing as there was nothing really there for him to do anyway. Still he biked at full speed until he locked it up and walked into his apartment. Locking the door behind he looked at the calendar and saw it was really close to Christmas time. He felt like he had last minute things to do but regardless...he didn't really care to do them yet.

He plopped down on his couch and relaxed while watching TV. He sighed as a rerun of a sitcom was playing. Same old, same old.

Pulling out his phone he noticed it was 8:00 PM and that he had received a text from his mother while he was at practice. She was asking how everything was, because like always, he forgot to tell her that he was going leaving the apartment for a good chunk of the day. It was alright for a mother to be worried about their child but recently he started getting annoyed with how obsessive she was being of wanting constant updates on his day. He ignored it and proceeded to make himself dinner. With that done he took his shower and walked his way to his bed.

While laying down he reviewed all the little things he had to do for the musical and had his thoughts drift towards christmas. Then realizing he'd probably end up having time slip by him and be late for rehearsal again he quickly set an alarm on his phone to notify him at 1:20 PM tomorrow. With that done he shut his phone off for the night and simply went to bed, ready for whatever antics were bound to happen tomorrow.

 

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⎝ DAY 4┊3/3 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 21ST ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HARLEY'S HOUSE ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊. . . ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊27% > ❤!!! > 84% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Message To: Bryan ( e-mail ) No need to apologize, it was my fault. I'm sorry for flipping out and I'm sorry for going through your stuff. You're right, it's none of my business what you're doing. This is better than nothing, I guess.

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Staying after rehearsals has over for extended duty had definitely been a good idea. He needed something to take his mind off things. Bryan hadn't replied to Noëlle's e-mail yet, and he didn't bother trying to talk to her, even thought he desperately wanted to . . . But Harley was right, maybe. Spending time away from each other would be a good idea . . . Being pen pals would help, maybe.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

At least he already had dinner. That pizza had filled him up for sure, and now he was lying contentedly in . . . not his house. Bryan already told Ms. Chambers that he was gonna be spending the night at a friend's house — and he didn't mention that it was Harley's, in case Noëlle had been listening. It was probably safe to say he didn't trust her anymore, and that was a little saddening for him.

"You want me to sleep in your bed?"

"Why not? You've slept in it before."

"Yeah, but that's usually after we have sex."

"Okay, if it's that much of a problem, then I guess sex it is."

". . . Cheeky bastard."

After the aforementioned activity that left a few bite marks on Bryan's exposed torso and other places, the two boys formed themselves around each other and talked into the night. Harley was curious about how things were going with the pen pal deal, but there hadn't been much for Bryan to report.

Eventually, the two of them fell asleep, hoping for some better results tomorrow. Maybe Bryan needed to start seeing someone. Two people immediately came to mind; Maria and Elisa. But he enjoyed being with Harley. Augh.

 

When they were back at the apartment, Maria was greeted with the mewing sounds of a hungry EAP. "Hey EAP. I hope you had an okay first day without me." She ruffled the hair on the top of his head and smiled softly while filling his food dish. Stephan appeared to not be home, which was probably for the best. When EAP was done eating, she scooped him up in her arm and grabbed Noëlle by the arm, dragging her to the bedroom. She flopped down on the bed and the kitten curled up in her lap. She stroked his back absently while watching Noëlle. "I'm glad you came over, honestly. Stephan's gone a lot lately and you haven't been looking your best." She pat the space on the bed beside her. "I thought... I thought maybe you could use a girl to talk to." She gave her a hesitant smile. Maria honestly wasn't trying to pull anything. She liked Noëlle, yes, but respected the fact that the other girl didn't seem to have an interest in women. Plus, now there was--well, maybe not. She had seen the look Tucker gave her even from all the way up in the sound booth. It wasn't the type of look one gave to someone they had an affection for.

 

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

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Upon walking into his dorm, Alex took off his jacket and placed it down. With the date of the play nearing he was glad that they got some work done. Though for him, the only foreseeable problem was his family plans when it came to the holidays. Each year there were always some sort of thing that they did when the relatives. This year he made sure to tell them about the play so that they wouldn't pester him, but that also meant that he wouldn't know what they were planning.​

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There really wasn't a point in worrying about it now, so he went ahead and took his shower. As he made his way towards his bed, more thoughts passed through his head. Some were about things that he'd already dealt with, others were of things he wasn't quite sure why he thought of them. Most of the them he ignored, but one he actually went into it. So far he's yet to be able to hang out with Natalie due to the play, not that he was complaining or anything. ​

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What he decided to do was to wait until they had a day off or something before texting her again.That was sure better than repeatably asking to hang out and no doing it. There was a momentary pause where Alex glanced at his phone before getting on his bed. His plan seemed like a good one so all he could do right now was to wait and get some sleep, which he did soon enough.​

 

After rehearsal ended ( and opting out of staying late ), Erik went to the bar for a couple hours. By the time he got home, it was already late. When he got home, he rummaged through the kitchen for something to eat and sat down at the table. It took Erik some time to work his way through the food, but he eventually managed and finished eating. After dumping the dishes in the sink, he changed and went to bed.

 

Coming and leaving felt near instantaneous. Xara passed out throughout most of the play. She was tired still even though she got plenty of sleep. Before her sleep though, she had begun to draw a picture of Natalie. She put the drawing away and packed up the rest of her things and left the Auditorium.

She went back to her home and made herself a bowl of cereal. She put her pajamas on and jumped into bed. She took out her binder and the drawing and continued to draw. This was one of the best ways for her to show gratitude being that she couldn't express them with verbal words or gifts that she couldn't afford. She wished to thank her one last time though.

Then the thought occurred to her, Ethan hadn't shown up today. She typed a message to him as well.

and like that she had an instant reply back.

Xara then rested her head falling asleep instantly.

 

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 9:37PM ✖『DAY』 04.2​

They were greeted by a kitten immediately upon arriving to Maria's apartment. It felt weird, going over to someone's house. It had been ... a while. She stood in the doorway awkwardly until she was grabbed and lead to the bedroom. When they arrived, Maria plopped down and Noëlle stood a bit awkwardly in the doorway for a few moment, before taking a few steps closer.

❝I'm glad you came over, honestly. Stephan's gone a lot lately and you haven't been looking your best.❞ She patted a spot on the bed for her and she responded to the prompting, taking a seat and smiling slightly. ❝I thought... I thought maybe you could use a girl to talk to.❞

Her smile widened. That was funny. There was nothing that was bothering her that she could talk about.

❝Thanks for inviting me. I've been fine, just tired with the musical and everything. Then school, you know.❞ She motioned towards the cat, quickly changing the subject. ❝... What's his or her name?❞

 

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

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✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

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A laugh escaped the teenager as she walked up the steps towards her room while checking her phone. Richie had sent her a text during dinner but only checked it now. The dinner with her family was scrumptious. They waited quite a bit for it, though - but it was definitely worth the wait. Her mother strangely got excited to cook after discovering there was a sale at the supermarket. She cooked very fine meat, but of course, she sat at her end of the table where she devoured the salad for the entire night.

A hand rested over her bulging (well, bulging for her) stomach as she swung the door open to her room. She closed it behind her as she hit the reply button on her phone.

To: Richie bb​

Aw, babe, you should have stuck with Zachery and I!​

We had so much fun doing zombie make up and ​

goofing around while you had to be stuck in the ​

practice room with the music sob :c ​

But hey, we've got a lot of stuff done, which is good!​

Can't wait to hear your lyrics on the stage for​

Opening Night kyaaaa ~ * 0 * ~ Anyway, good night​

cutie! See you tomorrow, have candy-sweet dreams!​

Elisa left her phone on her table as she sat down on her swivel chair and put her attention back to her laptop. While waiting for dinner, she was putting together another update but some minutes after that she lost motivation for it and decided to work on her and Richie's DIY video as well as her Holiday Haul. She spent more time on her own video because she knew she planned to post today. Christmas was right around the corner, after all. In fact, she left her video to upload on her channel before she had dinner but now, it was all ready to go!

She refreshed her page and smiled as she was delighted to see people had already placed their comments. In the video, she asked her watchers to comment below about their favorite thing about Christmas and their answers didn't matter, she just enjoyed reading them because the winder would be picked by an online randomizer.

Without fraying from her jolly mood, she decided to go back to her daily blog update, which brought her back to the day she spent in rehearsals. The day had started nicely with doing most of the actors make up, but she nearly got a heart attack from Zachary who shocked her from behind. She curiously turned around from an odd noise, only to let out a scream that radiated through the backstage. She didn't expect a zombie to come out at her, but she just ended up laughing with him and putting on some zombie make up herself. Sadly, Richie missed most of this and joined them only some time later in the rehearsal, when they had both cleaned up but it was one a moment to remember - which she did, by taking photographs. She snapped shots of Zachary's make up, then of hers and then of both of theirs in really wacky poses and snapped another with Richie. She added these to her blog to start of her update. The last photo, before the text was a snap shot of the empty seats in the theatre before they all headed out.

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Rehearsal was super productive today! Check out all those chairs! I hope​

to see you guys sitting there so make sure you got your tickets!!​

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Anyway, I also had super fun times goofing around with make up today. As​

seen, the zombie look has made its way back! Such a hot trend. This is​

Zachary, the set designer of the production, and he was the one who ​

started this shebang - after scaring the life out of me but hey! It was all a ​

ton of fun anyway.​

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So watch out for zombies but have a good night! It's about time to drift off​

to dream land. Going to pass out now! Sweet dreams!​

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Oliver[ after helping Pierce clean up ] had left rehearsal instead of staying any later. There was really no reason for it, just that he didn't feel comfortable sticking around. He wasn't exactly close to anyone there. He was just box office guy and it just wasn't too appealing to waste time at Fortissmo University.

Instead, he found himself at his uncle's car shop. They chatted for a while and then he did some easy work for a couple of hours. This was much better. Peace, quiet, and control.

The ride home was quiet but pleasant. Christmas music played over the radio and he was beginning to feel a bit more festive ... Just a bit. He wasn't sure what had boosted his mood so much, but things weren't so bad today.

He arrived at home around eight, had dinner, studied, showered and then was off to bed.

 

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{OOC: This is a name banner to be used until after finals when I can create a proper banner, so alas. Will add status information for next post, still deciding. MICHAELA and ALBERT are filler names until I can discuss things with hyuge.}​

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<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >>​

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It had been done. Rehearsals, rehearsals, and as they came and went, as he played the role of Albert as faithfully as a soldier for his glorious utopian cause as faithfully as an actor could, and as faithfully as possible that the bloat-headed queen -- he touched his hand to his cheek -- actually was faithful with her parts and did not stir up any more trouble with her hackless acting, he felt a sigh of contentment.​

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Ack.​

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His cheek still stung.​

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She had just been-- made-- an enemy of the-- aaaa--​

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Torvald yawned, looking up at the ceiling in bed.​

He brought out his phone, an old clunky block, and scrolled through the others' numbers he had received. The movie was riddled with signs of overcoming oppression that made his heart flutter, so this emotional outpouring by the others was just perfect to get their numbers. He guessed. Ugh, technology sometimes though. Hard to believe this grey brick worked like a smartphone ...​

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Torvald yawned again. It was getting late. He decided to rest his eyes, briefly, momentarily, but he could not stop the sudden red dawning of sleep upon his tired mind, still aching.​

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... He would-- ack, it still stung -- he would harbour his revenge for the physical contact the dirty queen of the bourgeois had done with his beautiful face. Oh yes, oh yes ...​

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<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

OOC: Sorry about the crappy post. project took too much outta me...

it seemed that it was already time to leave by the time Natalie had arrived. Natalie was incredibly tired still from being up with Xara and helping her. Sarah constantly bugging her wasnt any fun either.

Eventually, she made it home. She got a message from Xara, but fell asleep before she could answer.

Meanwhile, Sarah was contemplating what to do or how to get Xara away from Natalie. Natalie was HER friend, and Xara was keeping them apart. There were so many ways to go about it, but she decided she'd fully think about it tomorrow, for now, bed time.

 

⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 3/3 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 21ST ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ NOT GREAT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %5 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

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Admittedly, extended rehearsal had been fun. She went most of the night without making any witty comments about anyone and upsetting them. They had watched a movie, even had pizza. It was a great reprieve from her thoughts. Even more so when she thought about that Seraphina girl.

Sophie had laughed at her. Did she think Sophie was trying to be her friend? How silly. She was a plaything, at most.

Four days . . . The play would be on in four days. Sophie wouldn't see the spotlight, which was fine with her — she just hoped that Bryan didn't screw up. She had a bit of faith in him, but his mood had seemed pretty sour in the last few days. She hoped it cleared up. Maria and Torvald still didn't get along, but it was a conflict the two could work over. She just didn't want things to fall apart. She would make sure they wouldn't.

At a rare glance of Sophie's personal life, said girl drove up to her house to find it, once again, empty. Was Lucas home? She couldn't tell yet . . .

It didn't bother her that her parents weren't home — they usually never were, so it was nothing new, but coming home to a big place like this was not the greatest of things, sometimes. If Sophie were honest, being alone wasn't that great. It was the reason she usually immersed herself in groups of people; simply observing them make her feel loads better, which was why it was great when Lucas was home.

He always made her feel better.

❝Welcome home, Nico.❞ came his accented voice from behind her, grabbing her hand and twirling her around. She laughed, unguarded for that moment, and then he set her down. It might be good to mention now that Lucas was only twenty-four, and was working for Sophie's parents, in turn for housing. He was a great person.

❝Mother and father aren't home?❞ she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

❝Just you and I, tonight. Would you care to do anything?❞

For a moment she looked thoughtful, and then they moved to the living room to watch television.

❝I don't feel good . . .❞ she murmured. ❝Stay with me?❞

❝Of course, Nico.❞

Curled up on the couch next to Lucas, Sophie fell asleep thinking about Pierce and Quentin, and the party she planned to throw after a successful showing of the play.

 

" ... I've been fine..."

Maria raked her blue eyes over Noëlle. She did not believe her one tiny bit, but prodding at the moment would do no good. Why did it seem she had to be so patient these days? It was like someone was testing her restraint and will. " If you say so,"" she muttered.

" ...What's his or her name?" Noëlle asked while gesturing to the kitten.

" Oh, that's EAP. It stands for Edgar Allen Paw. I uh... I got him at the shelter yesterday on a whim. Tucker named him. Apparently he brings in a lot of strays." There was a fond smile on her face as she thought about how wonderful he was. If only there were something she could do to speed up the process...

"Are you getting tired?" Maria got up from the bed and strolled over to the drawer, pulling out two pairs of pajamas. She set the second on the bed for Noëlle and hurried off to the bathroom to prep for bed. When she came back out in her tank top and shorts, her blond hair spilled out around her in long curling waves. "If you want you can sleep with me, unless the idea of that makes you uncomfortable. Then there's blankets out in the living room beside the couch." She crawled into bed and waited a few minutes before shutting off the lamp on the night stand and going to sleep.

******

When Pierce had arrived home, there had been a note on the kitchen counter from her mother. It had said that tonight would be her last overnight shift and would be home in the evenings from tomorrow on. That made her happy--no more lonely nights.

Her elbow still hurt, but it was a dull pain that would hopefully be gone by tomorrow. Oliver had been really helpful. He always seemed to help out.

After eating and watching some television, Pierce went to her room and went to be.