❥▐ cupid's brew

(*) Sophie's House (Living Room) (*) Mood: Surprised/Cautious (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*)​

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Sorry about that party animal peeps. Did we miss anything?"​

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Alex was just about to answer her, but Natalie pushing Xara to the ground sorta answer both their question. Natalie was definitely drunk if did that, though the slap was a bit extreme if you ask him. "Are you okay?" That was the first thing that he said, though the push didn't seem like it would do much harm to her.​

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"So... Alex... How long have you known Natalie? She tells me she met you at camp."​

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"Yeah, that's true...more or less." It he was going to be honest, then he didn't actually start talking to Natalie until after the first few days of camp and even that was pretty much through Lexi. "So, how long have you known her?" His question was both out of curiosity and a hopeful way to change the subject a little bit.​

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A • V E R Y • B U S Y • E V E N I N G

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Most guests do not pay much attention to me, I tend to appear here and there, deliver what is needed, and then disappear just as quickly. In reality, many of them do not pay much attention, or are not quite so observant to see me come and go.

I am not normally one who appreciates the spotlight, but I find myself, every now and again, at the center of attention. Fortunately, this is not one of those times.

I have known SOPHIE and the Bennett family for many years, since I was a young boy. I have lived under their roof for just a few less, when my family could no longer properly take care of me. I, who does not like being in anyone's debt, owe them my life, one that could have turned out quite horrifyingly had I not been taken in.

Enough about me.

Currently, I have just finished making a drink for SOPHIE, who is fond of me referring to her as 'NICO', for reasons I am unallowed to disclose. I am not her 'butler' or 'servant' as many people tend to think of me as, but I am more her 'friend'. Her closest, in fact, and the only one who knows how she functions to the T.

She has been acting very odd, tonight and has complained to me at least once about every single one of her guests. QUENTIN, most of all. For some reason, when she becomes agitated, she becomes aroused more easily, and is then generally prone to dragging me into her bed. I have not much to comment on it. She is a very silly girl, and is rather childish.

Although I do not display it, I feel an interest in each of her guests, some different from others. RICHIE DUVONT, for example, is rather attractive, but his personality does not interest me. TORVALD TANNHAUSER interests me intellectually. ZOEY KLINE's life story interests me. DENNIS BAKER's easily nervous tremors are also interesting. Each guest has something for me to be interested in. Some sexual, some not.

I could list them all, but that seems rather much.

❝I will be back.❞ I tell her and FREDDIE, and then leave the kitchen to quickly inspect the house through the path I walk. I reach the third floor and return to the monitor room to check each guest's status.

Some are already asleep, a few are still awake. NOËLLE CHAMBERS has dismissed herself from the house completely quite a while ago, without her brother. Hmm. Well, that is none of my concern, although I am tempted to retrieve Miss Chambers from the frosty weather.

I flip on another monitor, which displays the news. There always seems to be a tragedy abound on Christmas evening, even though it is past that already. A car wreck involving a drunken driver and an innocent man. The man's name is familiar to me, and my face creases with a frown. You will find I rarely show facial expressions that are my own in public. A courteous smile here, a hand gesture there.

His name is JULIUS MENON. A professor at Fortissimo University that many of the party guests are quite fond of. It does not sound good. They have not disclosed whether or not he is still alive. Sophie will not be pleased upon hearing this, but as she is drunk, I decide to not mention it until morning.

Another monitor displays a girl curled up in a closet on Floor One, near the billiards room. This will not do, why is she in there? Before confirming the location of the other guests, I leave the room.

Grabbing clothing from a closet on the second floor, I settle them in a guest room and walk down the stairs, out of sight from the other guests, and then give two knocks on the closet before waiting to open it.

❝You will hurt your back if you stay in that position,❞ I tell her, and then pull her up to her feet. ❝Come, a guest room awaits. Sophie will not be pleased if you sleep in here. She prefers to see her friends well treated.❞ Latching her own arm onto mine, I cordially lead her up a back staircase to avoid the eyes of others, and then to the guest room I have prepared for her.

❝A change of clothing has been provided, and you are free to take a shower, need be.❞ I smile politely, ❝Good night, Miss Mhenjer. Sleep well.❞ and then close the door after leaving her to be.

I walk down to the loft where BRYAN CHAMBERS and ERIK WINST are, and have been for quite some time. ❝Bryan,❞ I say, and the young man looks up at me, ❝Your sister has left the house.❞ He raises his eyebrows at me, and then looks to ERIK. ❝I suggest you go out and find her before she catches her death.❞

❝A - Ah . . . Yeah. Sorry Erik, gotta go!❞ he tells the other young man, and quickly gets up. I escort him to the door and tell him to be cautious in the weather. I tell him not to walk, and drive fairly slowly, she could not be far. He leaves with a quick 'Thank you' and 'See you'. When I walk back up to the second floor, I motion to another guest room I have prepared and tell Mr. Winst that it is his.

I return to the monitor room and check the status of NATALIE WILLIAMS at the pool, and SARAH COLMAN in the living room, along with ALEX RHODES. There had been a bit of an issue with them earlier, but it seems they have cooled down. We can't have furniture being destroyed, now. SOPHIE would not be pleased.

To a Floor Two camera I switch, and I see ZACHARY MASTERSON banging on the door where RICHIE DUVONT and ELISA MULSHINE are staying, and switch on the speaker to listen to him. It seems he has to use the restroom. I definitely believe that he is drunk, and without quarrel, I walk out of the room once more and to the second floor. ❝Zachary, there is a restroom down the hallway from here, it is the second to last door on your left.❞ And I point to it, then walk away.

I once again am in the monitor room. Honestly, I am surprised that all of the guests are not four to eight-years-old. They certainly act like it, and need a babysitter. Of course, that is why I am present tonight. They would have all run amok in this house had and were I not.

The interesting TORVALD TANNHAUSER has moved away from the pool by this time, and I watch him walk from the library's balcony ( his martini still in hand, of course ), and inside, beginning to scour through books where I can't help but notice are from the section the World's history. Particularly the section of World War II and the Cold War. I allow myself a smirk. He is a most interesting person, indeed.

Everything seems to be in order, for now. I sigh, feeling a little bit of satisfaction at the organization of everything, and then return to the kitchen where SOPHIE and FREDDIE are still speaking. I decide that I don't need to check on QUENTIN.

❝You were gone too long.❞ she tells me, and I smile.

 

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✧ location: bennett home ♦ second floor ♦ bathroom ✧ mood: drowsy // horny ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // warning: sexual content! ✧​

The pounding on the bathroom door caused Richie to jolt awake. He almost fell off the toilet, where he fell asleep after perfecting his hair, when his body shook. He felt drowsy and slightly disoriented as he stood up, holding his hair. He yawned, then shook again as he heard the booming voice of Zach from beyond the door, "Coooooome oooooon!"

The blonde suddenly felt a tingle in his pants. He had a gut feeling Zach wanted to get in his pants, and it made him hot. The way he spoke to him gave off that impression. The boy wasn't sure if he felt the same way, but all he knew now was that he wanted to be fucked...

Badly.

He chimed a sexual, "Ooooh... is that you Zach?" Richie giggled sensually and added, "You can come right on in... I'm decent~!"

 

Oh sweet Lord above thank you. His hands reached for the doorknob after getting the invite. It was opened, his mind dully wondered if it was opened or not earlier, but that thought was shrugged aside as he nudged Richie off the toilet and let nature take it's course.

He frowned because something was off. He looked back to the person who invited him in and noticed it was Richie! Little Richie! Cute Richie. "Hey Richie! This place must not have a lot of bathrooms. Are you okay, man? You're on the floor." He mumbled a bit of that and then his voice increased when he noted that Richie had some kind of 'look' in his eye.

Zachary mechanically cleaned his hands before helping Richie stand, a faint animalistic stirring inside him causing a light grin to grace his lips as he gazed down at Richie's smaller form. "Let's get you in bed. A bed. My bed. The bed that is mine. You following me?" He laughed softly and shorted, flushing slightly in embaressment. Was it always this hard to talk? He couldn't tell. And he didn't care.

 

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

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

The turquoise teen stirred suddenly, after her thin body had been lying on the bed motionlessly for the few hours that passed. She moaned as she rolled from her side to her back as she lifted her heavy eyelids up. Her blue eyes danced around the dark room. She could have sworn it would have been morning when she woke - but it was still very dark. How long did she sleep? Did she even sleep…? Oh! Had Richie gone back?

The girl pulled herself up from the bed and looked across the room. The other bed seemed to be empty, causing her to pout. Maybe she only slept for five minutes? Was Richie still in the bathroom? Maybe he was taking his time to get himself decent… she should probably do the same.

A deep sigh escaped her before she swung her scrawny limbs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself to stand. Her body felt absolutely drained, but her mind was much clearer from moments ago. She took steps towards the door, using the light that came from the little slit of space under it to find it. She guessed the light switch was probably next to the door frame, like in most houses, and after some wall groping (this word made her imagine something very funny causing her to giggle) she found the switch and light filled the room.

Her eyes stung at the brightness. She shut them immediately, covering them with her fingers. She felt like a vampire waking up at the wrong time of the day. Groaning, she removed them slowly and squinted her eyes open. A few moments later, her vision finally adjusted and she saw clear again. The first thing she saw was her reflection on the window across from her. Since the light from inside reflected on the glass and it was so dark out, it kind of worked like a mirror. Her dress had crumpled up and rose up to her hips while her hair was in a total mess.

Another groan escapes her but this time due to her dissatisfaction of her appearance. She attempted to smooth out her dress but it was no use. Since the material wasn't cotton or chiffon or silk but rather, textured nylon it crumpled up easily. She sighed. This was no use, plus since her dress was pearl white she could see very noticeable liquid stains on the skirt bit. They looked like tea stains but were obviously the from the alcohol she drank - she probably spilled it on herself too. She wanted to change.

Oh! Perfect! She wore a sweater earlier - and she left it somewhere downstairs! Oh perfection, indeed. She smoothed down her hair a bit and wiped her tired eyes. Then with a sudden determined expression she headed out the door. She walked down the hall quickly, turning into the other one and then she started going down the stairs slowly, her body still felt weak so she was careful to not trip.

The coat hanger was in her sights. Bam! Her lavender and cream sweater stood out like a gem among the other coats. She grin, taking the last step of the stairs, and ran forward towards it. She pulled it away from the others and hugged it, taking a good sniff as well. It smelled just like her pre-alcohol self, which was very floral and sweet. She started unbuttoning the top of her dress- wait! She was still out in public! Oh, that was close. She got too excited.

Giggling, she skipped around the first floor, searching for an empty room. She first stopped by living room, but there were plenty people there! The kitchen seemed like a better idea but saw Sophie, some other guy and the butler there so she merrily skipped away. She was about to head for the pool when she remembered how cold it was outside and getting in her underpants wasn't going to help. She pouted. She was tired of skipping.

She headed back upstairs, clumsily tripping on the last step. She should probably just head back into the room and change there… but where was t hat again? She let out a frustrated grunt. She just wanted to change into her sweater!!

'Oh to hell with it.' she suddenly thought. No one was in this hallway. She just needed to get dressed by the wall so people from the staircase wouldn't see her. She glided past the stair case, peeking to see if anyone was there. She turned back, pressing her back against the wall like a spy, and checked if anyone was in the hallway. Nope. It was all clear!


With a determined nod she quickly unbuttoned the rest of her dress then pulled it up over her head. The pearl white fabric slipped off from her skin, revealing the white, floral undergarments she wore underneath. She dropped the dress on the floor and started to slip her arms into the cream sleeves of her sweater before finally putting th lavender sweater over her head. She pulled her head out and the hood with the cat ears on top rested on her blue hair. She then pulled the rest of the sweater down past her chest, torso and finally until where it ended past her hips. She smoothed it out quickly. 'Mission complete!!'

 

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

"Jealous, Freddie?"

"Ha. Not gonna lie, a little bit," Freddie quipped as he followed Sophie into the house. It was true, he was a little jealous of Lucas that he got to have sex with her. He always thought that Sophie was a bit of a cutie. Although they were friends, and things might get weird if they did do it. He definitely didn't want to ruin his relationship with Sophie.

"What was it, some kind of traffic jam? Perhaps a car wreck?" Sophie had cleared her throat a bit before asking. He wasn't really sure what had happened. He had been rushing when traffic finally decided to let up, so he had no idea what exactly happened. All he knew was that there was traffic. A whole lot of it. Since he was already late to the party, he couldn't waste any time rubbernecking and just high tailed it out of there before he could get a proper look.

"I think so. Not too sure, since I rushed out of there." They got to the kitchen as he finished talking. When they got there, Sophie asked Lucas to make her a Long Island Iced Tea. After a bit of silence, Freddie asked him for a Scotch on the Rocks. He had some catching up to do, since he had no idea how many drinks Sophie had had up until that point. Though when Lucas finished making the drink, he knew it was whatever that number was plus one more. He set the drink down in front of her.

"It seems there has been a car wreck not to far from here, Nico." Well. That answered the mystery of the cause of the traffic. A car wreck. He noticed that Sophie was looking at him. No idea what for, but she was looking at him. Freddie sipped at his drink as he tried to think of something to say. I mean, what could he say? Maybe he could just go about his usual pleasantries. Ask her how she's been, or if she's met any new people. He wasn't sure if he should though, since she was pretty wasted. Maybe he could ask how the sex with Lucas was? No. No way in hell. Just, just no. He quickly banished that thought from his mind. Another sip of his drink. He had a bunch of time since he would be staying for the night.

"I will be back" Lucas just up and left the two of them alone in the kitchen. How long had he known Sophie for? He really had no idea, just that she knew him a lot longer than Freddie. Maybe there was something that happened when they were kids and they've close ever since. Yeah, maybe something like that. Wait, why was he even thinking about that? Whatever. He finally started chatting with Sophie about various topics. It wasn't going anywhere in particular, but he figured since they were alone they should talk. He didn't want to have an awkward silence between them, that was for certain.

After chatting for sometime, not too sure how long, Lucas came back. "You were gone too long." Freddie noticed a smile on his face. He really cared for Sophie, that much was obvious.

"What did you do? Check on the others?" There were minors in the house. They probably had a couple drinks as well. Maybe they did something else together. Ha. Maybe they did what Lucas and Sophie did. Ha ha. Fuck, was he really that jealous about that?

 

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

"Let's get you in bed. A bed. My bed. The bed that is mine. You following me?"

Richie began blushing intensely. /He looks so hot.../ He was astonished at how forward his friend was... he also found that sexy. Whenever he was drunk, he could be quite forward himself. It was only then the blonde noticed the features of Zach: his chiseled features, his soft smile, his lucious lips. "Of course~" he responded with a giggle to Zach's request.

The boy took Zach's hand and allowed him to lead him to an empty bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and rolled over on his stomach, his legs moving in a scissor like motion ( as in forward and back ). He shot a gaze of innocent puppy eyes at his friend, who was eyeing him seductively. He moaned sexually and bit his lips lightly as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"What are you waiting for, Zachie poo...? I'm waiting~" the boy exclaimed a little too loudly. He was getting so excited and anxious. /Just f uck me already.../

 

OOC: ZACH X RICHIE YAOI TIME. Placed inside spoilers so the sensitive among us don't even have to skim it.

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His bites were vicious. Some drew pinpricks of blood. Animalistic feelings going no holds bar between two male bodies. From one blond head to another lips connected. His piercings could hurt people, it made him grin. Let's see if little Richie could handle it, given that he'd ask for it after all. Hands were pulled backwards in positions possibly painful but who cares because it held the object of his desire in place. Protection was not placed nor wanted.

Well timed movement lead to well placed pleasure and well placed pleasure lead to the first climax. But young boys have ample energy so even if one blonde was spent, the other still had much more to give. Be it bites caresses or rocking hips. At some sweat filled point, the rough bed shaking ceased and a more subtle, gentle dance began. Teasing touches, musically talented fingers playing the instruments named Zach and Richie till toes curled and suns exploded in starry blue eyes.

A comfortable tanglement of limbs and gentle but heavy breathing was the only sounds to accompany the glow that comes with sexual satisfaction. A pierced lip kissed a cute cheek as sleep threatened to over take him. Jeez, who knew someone so innocent...was so bad. His body languidly untangled itself from Richie's slimmer form so that he could lay on his back and think about where this might take the two. He did think that the hanky panky could bind two people, especially two people in love but there were plenty engaged in sex who were also friends. And at this point in his young life Zach was sure that he valued Richie's friendship more then his ring finger. He would have to talk to Richie about it when he woke up. He didn't want that awkward shit that could come from something like this. God life could be so unessesarily complicated- and then he was snoring lightly.

 

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❝This is a pretty boring parrrrty, really.❞ He slurred, sitting outside of the entrance to the pool with his cell phone crammed up against his ear aggressively. He didn't remember how he got there, exactly. His hair was disheveled, and clothing wet in various spots with soda and booze. He felt sleepy, and sick, but mostly sleepy. ❝There aren't enough of us, Soooph! There aren't enough of us for a party like this. I mean ... I mean, if we had like twenty more people then maybe ... Maybe. We could crank up the mad hippin' tunes and go wild. I mean, really wild. Like ... BAM. But everyone just went off and got wasty basky alone, like whoa. We should have done somethin' together, like karaoke or some shit.❞

He wasn't actually sure where Sophie was, but his mind was a little gone at the moment.

Sitting in that box office with Pierce had been fun, though things were still a little awkward. He had invite her to go ice skating with him on Christmas Eve, fully prepared to be rejected. It was something that Mary and him were supposed to do together, and then he had been considering asking Grace, but bother girls weren't talking to him and Pierce was nice enough. It was a bit more than that though. He found himself wanting to get close to her. He wanted her to feel comfortable with him, and he wanted to get passed the stuttering, like Sophie had seemed to do. It was kind of selfish, he'd admit. He had kind of set it up as a challenge for him. He wasn't sure how he felt other than that and it made him feel like an awful person. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't avoiding her tonight.

Oliver was drunk, but that wasn't all.

He had started drinking the moment he arrived, and then ... had partaken in other things, in private. Things Jayn isn't going to name, lest mind-readers take advantage of it. ... Who was he even on the phone with?

He pulled the phone away from his ear and noticed he had been leaving Reed a rather long voicemail. That was nice. At least it wasn't Grace, or Mary, or Pierce. He hit end and fought the compulsion to dial another number.

With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself from his spot and the world spun, causing him to chuckle and then gag. He took one massively unbalanced step, gave up, and sat back down, spreading out and laying on his stomach. He felt so happy. So at peace. The floor was such a nice floor.

❝You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera.❞ He moaned, twisting onto his side. Before he knew it, he was completely unconscious.

 

Ambulances had rushed to the collision scene and rushed to mend those that were victim to the collision. The two that were the cause of the collision were beyond help and could not be saved. The innocent professor that had done no wrong had stayed and held onto his own life, he was lifted out of the shattered car and with no hesitation and rushed as he fast as he could.

The body was injured and had he not gained the proper treatment in time, he would have surely not make it. The trip to the hospital was fast and quick and soon enough the doctors began to work. Time passed on and there was no more that the doctors could do anymore. For now they left Julius in a bed and let him rest and see if he would awake.

His possessions, though tattered, were gathered and brought to the room that Julius remained. The phone that was neatly placed on the phone rested and soon began to ring. It rang and it rang, but the man who always would answer it could not answer. It just rang out and stopped, leaving the room filled with silence. Whether Julius awoke or not would be left to fate.

 

ooc: mega short post is short gomen i have to get to bed x:

WARNING: SENSITIVE MATERIAL

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The pleasure Richie felt as Zach overpowered him outweighed the pain. The connection the duo shared was unmatched, not even in the same ballpark, as others he shares in the past. The tingle his lips felt as Zach kissed him, the rush he felt whenever he touched him, the pure bliss he experienced whenever he was inside of him. Their love making was passionate and sweet, yet raunchy and over-the-top sexy.

It was the best sex the blonde ever had.

Tongues pressed against each other, fighting and swapping secrets. One found its eay trailing down the other's neck to his chest, then down even further. There was a rhythm that developed between the two males: a rhythm that changed from a fast tempo, to a slow dance, to an average rate. The moans and groans were ones of sincere
pleasure, echoing and rebounding throughtout the steamy room.

By the time the two had tired out, Zach untangled himself from the panting mess known as Richie. He immediately clinged to his bare chest, hearing the gentle thump of his heartbeat. He kissed the chest lightly, and rested his weary head on it once again. His eyes peered up to Zach, who was deeply staring into space. With a yawn, the boy pondered what is playmate was thinking about. Richie began to do some thinking himself: where would they go from this? What would they become? Would a relationship form? Every other time the blonde had sex, it was a drunken one night stand with someone he'd never met before. But with Zach... it was different. They actually spent time together, had meaningful conversations with each other, and texted almost everyday.

With a happy sigh, the boy drifted off to sleep, curled around Zach and gripping him tightly.

 

What a wonderful night it had been. He had a rather delightful time with his new friend Zoey and was really happy someone was there to help him through his nervous breakdown. He was still beating himself up over how much he had overreacted to it. Regardless Mr. Sandman was catching up with him and he couldn't run from it any longer. He started swaying a bit while he was standing. His eyelids instantly got really heavy and he could barely keep himself up anymore. While he usually had boundless energy, he also had one of the worlds biggest sweet tooth. And the crash that was brought by it was working on him really fast. "Hey, Zoe," he said extremely groggily, "I-I'mma go to sleep now. Been nice chatting with ya. S-see you in the morning." Waving to Zoey he started his walk to find a bed.

Seeing as he had no idea where anything was in this house, Dennis walked ended up wandering aimlessly until he ended up stumbling into a what he assumed to be a living room of sorts. He surveyed the room and tried to think of where to go but realized his legs were basically going to give at any moment. He near shut eyes wandered over to a nearby sofa, which while not a bed, was reasoned to be much better than sleeping on the floor.

He walked over to the chair and just sort of collapsed onto it. At this point he started reflecting on the days events, as he often would. He had an awesome gift from his big bro, was a part of an amazing musical, met someone new who he could probably call a friend from now on, had a nervous breakdown, and ate some really awesome cake. He realized how awkward it was going to be sleeping in someone elses house, especially someone he hardly knew and was about to lose some sleep over it just by thinking about everything around him. But before his mind could give any more thought to it though, he simply conked out for the night.

 

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The door clicked shut and for a second,Maria truly believed that Tucker had taken her offer and left. Footsteps sounded in the room and she could hear him approaching her. She didn't turn around. She couldn't. He stopped behind him and she sucked air. The hairs on her back stood on ends and she felt a tingle run down her spine. ❝ P-please don't leave me…❞ Don't leave him? She offered him the ability to leave, not the other way around.

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❝ I'm not going anywhere,❞ she whispered.

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❝ I'm scared.❞ How many more times would he say that?

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She swallowed down a lump in her throat. Her hands were shaking so she gripped the windowsill tighter. He was so close. This was supposed to be the part where he wrapped his arms around her--back to chest-- and she turned in his arms to face him. However, that was not the case nor did it seem it would ever be.

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❝ My father… he's… he's- he is Benjamin Knowles…. if- if you don't know who he is- he's- he's❞ his voice cracked.

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Finally, she turned to look at him. Even in heels, he stood nearly a head taller than her. He wasn't too far away. Two steps and they would be in each others space. Benjamin Knowles? The name sounded vaguely familiar. That name was a big deal when she was a kid. Maria couldn't really put a name to the face, though. She pressed her lips together and closed the distance. This close, she could see he was crying. What was so troublesome about his father?

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Cautiously, Maria reached up and wiped the tears from his face. Her hand was damp, but she didn't mind. She rested her palm against his cheek and softly rubbed her thumb under his left eye. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She didn't want to see him cry. She wanted to kiss the tears away and take away his pain. Her body felt numb and hot. She was thankful for the strapless short dress. The cool room helped some with how hot She felt, but not much. Her knees knocked together with anticipation--pointless anticipation. ❝ Tucker,❞ she murmured his name. ❝ Tucker you can tell me...❞​

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It was late. How long had they been in the room together? Maria didn't really mind, per se, but she was starting to feel tired. She looked up at him and pulled her hand away slowly. Tucker must have been exhausted. Emotional turmoil seemed to do that to people. She had let him talk when he felt comfortable enough, and didn't goad him when he was too distressed to do so. Maria let her hand fall to his wrist and she gave him a very light tug on the arm. She pulled him over to the bed and let go of him. She wanted to smile at him and tell him how everything would be better, but she both could not bring herself to do it and knew it was wrong. There was nothing to smile about really.​

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She stood at the foot of the bed and looked up at him with her sad blue eyes. ❝ We should probably sleep. It's late.❞ Maria held her hands up defensively, but tried her best to put on a smile. ❝ I promise I won't do anything. You get half, I get half. Sleep.❞ Her smile didn't touch her eyes. She tipped her head to the side and walked around the bed, sitting down on the edge. Maria slipped her feet out of her red pumps and pulled her hair out of the looping braid clipped up at the back of her head. She left her red dress on. It would be wrinkled, but dry cleaning would fix that. The only real problem was that she had left her purse somewhere else in the house and would now be required to sleep in her contacts. It wasn't the first time, but it was definitely not fun to wake up to.​

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Maria looked up at her spot on the bed. ❝ Tucker, I promise. Unless you want to leave.❞ Her eyes were heavy, but she kept them open focusing on the door. She couldn't look at Tucker if he decided to leave. Things felt a little better, like she wasn't in so many pieces, but they still weren't great. This was only going to make things harder and harder on her, especially if he kept pushing away. Hopefully--hopefully, now he wouldn't. Maybe things would get better...​

✜ Wearing❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/26/2015 ❖ Day: 5 & 4/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Tired ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Guest Room ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Talking. . . ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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Before she knew it, more than half the night had already passed away. Friends were getting tired or dizzy, and it was time to retire. She saw Alex talking with a friend and then excused herself, wishing him goodnight as well as to Xara and Natalie (thought they seemed to be having a bit of a fight). She was extremely tired, and left a voice mail for her dad saying that she was going to stay at Sophie's house overnight. She briefly saw Lucas the butler, smiling at him a bit and even waved at him before she collected her backpack from the couch and headed upstairs.

She'd figured she would not get very much sleep tonight. This was her first so called sleepover in a long time, and she really didn't sleep much. No. Not since she was blinded, she hardly slept at night unless she took her medications... Which she brought with her, but it seemed pretty useless now. It was early morning, and who wanted to sleep all day? Especially in a house that wasn't her own.

But... when she got upstairs, she actually found herself kind of lost. She walked by one room and almost opened the door before she heard mature noises and froze. "Okaaaaay, not sleeping there." And scooted off awkwardly to another place in the house.

Eventually, after opening doors and checking in, she finally found a room that had an extra bed, but no one looked like they've been in here. She sighed out in relief, closing the doors behind her before she stripped and changed into her P.J.'s.

Soon, she was snuggled under the sheets, keeping her Christmas eyepatch on. She smiled, touching it once more before she closed her good eye, and then started to dream of Candy Canes and Sugar Plums.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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WEARING ✔ ⧉ DATE▹ 12/26/2015 ⧉ DAY▹ 5 & 4/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ TIRED ⧉ LOCATION▹ GUEST ROOM ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ SLEEP ⧉ INTERACTION▹ LUCAS ⧉ ❤▹ 0/10​

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Pierce's eyes were closed shut as she listened to the music and hoped to fall asleep in the small room. After some time, there were two knocks on the closet door. Her brown eyes flashed open and she stared up at it in time to watch it open. Lucas's looming figure stood on the other side of the threshold and she glowered up at him. Of course he found her. It wasn't fair.

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❝ You will hurt your back if you stay in that position, ❞ he told her, and then pulled Pierce up to her feet. ❝ Come, a guest room awaits. Sophie will not be pleased if you sleep in here. She prefers to see her friends well treated. ❞ Lucas latched her own arm onto his and cordially lead her up a back staircase to avoid the eyes of others, and then to the guest room he had prepared for her.

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Pierce wasn't a fan of this at all. She didn't want to sleep in a guest room or be found by anyone. Lucas managed to locate her ( probably rather easily as well ) and she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder every few feet wondering where the cameras were. They were definitely there!--just hidden somewhere. Sophie treated her like a pet or a puppet, something she had full control over. It didn't even make sense why Pierce continued to spend time with her. She's my only friend... Some friend--​

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❝ A change of clothing has been provided, and you are free to take a shower, need be. ❞ Lucas smiled politely, ❝ Good night, Miss Mhenjer. Sleep well. ❞ and then close the door after leaving her to be.​

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She stood in the bedroom alone, still clutching her phone. The room was spacious and dark with the door shut. Pierce didn't want to believe it, but she had this sneaking suspicion that if she tried the door it would be locked. She didn't. If she was being held captive in the guest room, she would rather not know it. Instead, she made her way over to the clothes that were set out for her by Lucas. He was an odd duck. She changed quickly and flopped down on the bed. Her dress hung over the foot board and her shoes sat on the floor next to one of the posts. Pierce curled up in the thick sheets and hugged the comforter to her face. As much as she didn't want to admit it, this bed was really nice.​

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Pierce pulled the phone to her face under her sheets, the glow of the screen reflecting in her eyes. She decided to send Oliver a text, even though it was late. She typed up the message, trying to keep it as short as possible. It felt weird having a conversation with someone so much older than her. Sophie would probably tell her she was wasting her breath on the matter. She frowned and closed her eyes, going to sleep immediately after.​

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Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Sophie's House (By the Pool)|Music|Mood: Drunk|OOC: N/A​

What a great night. Really. She pushed down Xara, and almost beat her up. She hadn't been seen in a while. Just. ****ing. Great.

Before long, Natalie ended up passing out. She hoped this wouldn't happen, as teenagers were total dicks and tended to do stuff to sleeping, passed out drunks.

Sarah saw Natalie passed out. "Oh great... Hey Alex, could you help me with Natalie? We need to get her to a bedroom or something, so she can sleep." She walked over to Natalie and placed a hand on her cheek. She looked so lovely while she was asleep. Sarah smiled.

 

(*) Sophie's House (Living Room) (*) Mood: Somewhat Relieved (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*)​

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Oh great... Hey Alex, could you help me with Natalie? We need to get her to a bedroom or something, so she can sleep."​

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"Sure." Alex replied, following behind Sarah towards Natalie. If she was passed out, then probably she'd be back to normal when she woke up, which was a good thing for sure. But first they needed to find a place for her to rest. Once he got over to her, he help Sarah lift her up. So where exactly do we find the rooms. Since this wasn't his home, he didn't know where anything way.​

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Though odds were that someone knew were they were, all they would have to do is look. "Well, we should start looking for a place for her to rest." First thing was to get start moving. As they walked, the first thing that noticed was that some of the people that he saw earlier were gone. Now whether that meant they were in another room or doing 'something' else he did know, nor did he really care much. ​

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» DONE ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME (2nd FLOOR ROOM) ≛OOC✌​

Tears were rolling down his cheeks. How pathetic was he? Sobbing at a time like this. God, he was such a wimp! He noticed a shadow and heels stop by his feet. He could even look down at her, his gaze was still fixed on the corner of the wall. He could feel his body shaking and his stomach turning inside. It was getting harder to breathe.

It was like electricity when Maria reached up to touch his face, wiping the tears away. His chestnut eyes darted towards her. The warmth from her hand felt really comforting and trustworthy and wonderful even though everything was so horrible and cold. Her hand rested on his cheek and her thumbs rubbed under his left eye. His eyebrows furrowed together in his suffering. His eyes were filled with tears and showed only sadness. He took in a shaking breath.

❝ Tucker,❞ she murmured his name. ❝ Tucker you can tell me...❞

That's when everything just broke. Her tone was so pitiful, much like his. Her eyes showed that she cared. He felt the sobs rising as his lip trembled even more. His hands by his sides were shaking terribly. His mind was going crazy. It was like the demons were outraged and in war. They were trying to fight through the darkness to get to him. Catching air to breathe seemed like a battle. Keeping himself up on his feet suddenly needed effort. His heartbeat was put on overdrive. His insides felt all wrong and topsy-turvy. Still, despite all that, the demons were failing because there was a light that wouldn't let them get to the poor, broken twenty-three year old. So the demons fell and along with them, the walls did too and Maria had stepped in.

The next few hours was horrible but also good. Tucker had sobbed and broken down and even hyperventilated at one point, but hey, he told her. He told her everything. He told her that her father, Benjamin, was the popular child molester and pornographer and that among all his child "stars" he was his favorite. He told her that it started when he was six and didn't stop till he was fourteen. He couldn't get much into detail but he told her. He told her everything like the day he told Michelle everything - that Wednesday after two weeks had past of his father was put behind bars. It was quite like it really. Maria was just there. There for him. Despite how embarrassing and pathetic he was and how much he rambled especially compared to how silent she had been - he knew that it would have been much worse if she weren't there.

After some silence, Maria lead him over to the bed, ❝ We should probably sleep. It's late.❞ Maria held her hands up defensively, but tried her best to put on a smile. ❝ I promise I won't do anything. You get half, I get half. Sleep.❞

He wanted to smile back at her and tell her that was probably a good idea but he couldn't find himself to. As she slipped off her shoes, he did the same, sitting down on the edge and pulling his boots off. His body, his mind, his entire person just felt so drained and tired and done with life. It was even hard to take his shoes off. He didn't bother removing anything else, not even the stuff in his pockets. He was too tired to function. He didn't even question sleeping next to her anymore. Besides, when this happened - or at least when he'd have panic attacks, he'd cuddle up to animals - if there were any in his home, if not, he slept in the shelter with some of the animals there. It helped not being alone, he used to go to his mother for this but she passed that chapter much more quickly then he did.

❝ Tucker, I promise. Unless you want to leave.❞


He shook his head, not really saying anything for a moment. Then he leaned forward on the bed, pulling the covers at his half of the bed. He folded them over and tossed it to her side. He cleared his throat after wiping his tired eyes, "I-it's fine. Here. Use this." not waiting for her reply, he plopped down on the bed, sleeping on his side facing her. He closed his eyes immediately and kind of hugged himself in comfort, trying to imagine a cat or a pup in his arms. His chestnut eyes peeked open slightly to glance at Maria quickly, "Thank you… good night." he closed his eyes at his last words and fell asleep immediately.

 

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⎝ DAY 5┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊LOFT F2 ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊THOUGHTFUL / EMBARRASSED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊37% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊SORT OF LAZING, I'M SO OUT OF IT. ⎞​

When Lucas popped up ( from out of nowhere, he might add ) and told him that Noëlle left Sophie's house and was on foot, Bryan had no objections to quickly leaving Erik's side ( it was really wonderful talking to him, Bryan admitted ) and leaving the house in search of her, without saying goodbye to his host. Noëlle always came first, in these kinds of situations.

He'd been advised to drive slow, which was a good idea, so he went at about 25mph, looking on the side of the road with his headlights on, searching for any signs of his sister. God, why did she leave without telling him? He was a bit agitated at that, but she did seem troubled, and . . . Had there really been no one for her at the party? She could have told him, they would have gone home together . . .

Bryan guessed that they weren't back at that stage yet.

Because Jayn had to hurry and leave, Bryan found Noëlle and said "Hey, hop in sugar, we're going for a ride on the wild side, ya dig?" But in reality, they had to get home, so that's what they did and then Bryan got undressed, acted a little sulky, and fell asleep with his scarf on.

 

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

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ LAID BACK ✎ OOC⦂✗ ▶​

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Erik's conversation with Bryan in the lounge had been going fairly well. He had been enjoying Bryan's company. Things were going fine right up until Lucas came into the lounge area in search of Bryan. "Bryan," Lucas interrupted, "Your sister has left the house." Bryan raised his eyebrow then looked at Erik as Lucas continued, "I suggest you go out and find her before she catches her death."

"A - Ah . . . Yeah. Sorry Erik, gotta go!" Bryan announced as he quickly got to his feet. Lucas escorted him out.

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After a couple minutes, Lucas returned and motioned to Erik in the direction of a guest room that had been prepped for him. He waved the offer away and got to his feet. "Thanks, but I'll be heading home," he told Lucas. It took him a couple minutes to find his jacket, but once he did, Erik was out of the large home and in his car. It was freezing inside and his windows were all frosted over. He had to let the heat run for about ten minutes before pulling out of the Bennette estate to head home.

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As Erik drove home, he wondered if Bryan had found Noëlle yet. He kept his eye out on the drive home, but didn't see the petite red head. Hopefully she had found a ride or something. When he finally pulled up to the apartment complex that he lived in, he parked the car in the lot and walked across the way until he reached the side doors. His apartment was on the third floor and they didn't have an elevator so he had to walk up four flights of stairs. It was a relatively decent sized two-bedroom, but never having any guests just meant that the second room was used for his music. The standup piano he owned took up a fair chunk of the north wall and there was a microphone, speakers, and recording equipment connected to a computer.​

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He kicked off his damp shoes and dropped his stuff down in the kitchen, locking the front door behind himself. Erik shucked off his jacket and trudged his way to the back bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. He didn't bother turning on a light. He was too drained from the long night. The pajama drawer had been left pulled slightly out and once he was down to just his light blue boxers, he rifled through until he found a pair of black sweatpants. If it hadn't been so cold in his apartment, he would have just slept in his boxers alone, but that wouldn't due tonight. Shirtless, he sat down on his queen-sized bed and pulled back the sheets. He didn't bother setting the alarm or plugging in his phone. He wouldn't need either of them. Erik slipped under the covers and pulled them halfway up his chest, letting his bare arm rest on top of the blankets. He closed his tired eyes and tried to settle the thoughts running through his busy mind. It took some time, but he finally managed to accomplish sleep.​

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