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Zachary woke up and half opened one eye before shutting it and contemplating getting back to sleep. These sheets felt great on his body and as his mind revved itself to an awakened state, it was blissfully blank until his head registered that his body was naked. Satisfied but naked. And he felt dirty and the bed he lay in was not his own. Where in the hell was he? His eyes snapped open and he remembered! Sophie held a party and he came, got hammered and had some pretty wild sex. He couldn't remember boobs...but he did remember blonde hair and a nice butt. Was it Richie? Had he really gone that far? Oh dear God. Drunk sex with Richie could be very beneficial or very messy and unwanted. To Yolo or be an adult. He decided that being an adult would be the best thing in this situation. He nodded to himself as he slowly got dressed, he had come to a decision. But it was the day after Christmas! He had to get home before his father arrived.

He ran his fingers through his hair and found a spare bathroom to wash his face and mouth. He didn't feel much like talking though, he could barely think with his current headache. His feet found their way to the kitchen where his rumbling stomach told him that he was indeed hungry. The small gathering there made him slightly nervous as he thought about what he and Richie did. Hell looking at the boy made his cheeks turn rosy. He hid it as he settled into a chair by pulling out his phone and texting his mother, saying that he might need a ride home.

His eyes were a little red but he seemed okay, just a bit tired. He would have to nap when the time came to head home. He began to strategize with himself, going deep into thought. In the end it seemed like he would just have Richie meet up with him somewhere and they would just talk it out and see whetr it went from there.

 

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 6 - 1/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

An exasperated moan sounded as Freddie tried to force himself upright. He sat up and rubbed his eyes a little, an uncomfortable sensation filled his head. Probably from all of the booze last night. It wasn't exactly a hangover, but he just felt a little off, something a little bit of food could easily fix. He stood up and walked out of the room he slept in. Since he hadn't been too wasted the night before, he could remember things from last night clearly. One thing that stuck out like a sore thumb was the question Sophie asked him and his response. God, he really hoped she wouldn't ask him about it. He had absolutely no idea what to tell her if she did follow up on it, but he could think of something... hopefully.

He wandered about the large house for a while. Freddie hadn't been here enough to be familiar with all of the pathways in it. It sucked being lost in another person's house and they are nowhere to be found. Especially since this other person was a good friend. Aaaaah... What the hell? Still, this was a suitable place for parties since it could hold a crap ton of people all at once. Plus this place is pretty stocked with booze and food, so that wouldn't run out for a long while. Still, it was a maze for people who don't walk around it everyday.

Eventually, he found himself near the kitchen. Being the servant that he was, Lucas had been making breakfast for the party people. It was a large order to fill, considering how many people were already gathered there. He was fairly certain there were more people still, but he didn't know for sure. At any rate, he cracked his neck a little bit and twisted his upper body to crack his spine and walked towards the gaggle of people in the kitchen. "What's up, people?" He looked at Sophie and made eye contact with her for a little bit before looking away in embarrassment. He REALLY hoped that she wouldn't follow up that question.

 

⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CALM ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ PROBABLY MY LAST POST OF THE NIGHT. ⎠

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Leaving the others in the dining room while she returned to Lucas had been a decent idea. They weren't around to annoy her, make her headache worse, or make her coffee taste too bitter. She sighed. They would probably think her a bad host, but they were lucky she didn't throw them all out in the snow.

❝Good morning, Freddie.❞ Lucas said, and Sophie force swallowed her coffee, her posture remaining the same. She had been sleepy last night, and her mind hadn't exactly been in . . . the right state. Freddie, thought she would never outwardly admit it, was her friend.

Most people would say Sophie Bennett did not have friends — she had playthings and marionettes. While that was mostly true, there was one very special person every now and again that did rise above the level of 'Toy' and become 'Acquaintance', and then become 'Friend'. It was a long and arduous process for the one that wasn't Sophie, but sometimes it was worth it.

❝What's up, people?❞

Sophie looked over her shoulder and him and made eye contact. One, two, three, four . . . There. Four very long seconds of looking directly at each other before he looked away. He remembered what she did. There were three paths from here; one, mess with his mind and continue from last night, two, ask him about it and be genuine, or three, leave it alone.

❝A very hungover morning.❞ Sophie replied, and then tapped the seat next to her while Lucas offered Freddie ginger ale or coffee. ❝I prefer not to touch base on . . . last night.❞ she said simply, playing with his hair. After all, he was her friend, and she decided she should never mess with friends' minds unless it was serious.

❝Breakfast is nearly ready, Nico.❞

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
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MOOD▹ READY ⧉ LOCATION▹ FOYER ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ LEAVING ⧉ INTERACTION▹ ✘ ⧉ ❤▹ 0/10​

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It was late! Pierce scrambled to her feet, tossing the covers back on the bed. She couldn't believe how late she slept in. The brunette had intended on waking early so that she could slip out of the house unseen. Dealing with a hungover Sophie sounded even more terrifying than a drunken Sophie. The other girl was bound to be crabby and irritable, which meant walking on eggshells. It wasn't an idea she was a fan of. When she checked the time on the clock, it said that it was nearly eleven. How unfortunate. There were bound to be plenty of others awake by now. Hopefully she didn't bump into Sophie or Lucas on the way out. Pierce would prefer to deal with Sophie in a day or two after she has had time to mellow out.

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She fumbled for her phone, feeling rather groggy. There was a missed call from her mother from earlier, but no response from Oliver--it wasn't like she was expecting him to text her back. Quickly, she changed out of the pajamas provided for her by Lucas and slipped her silver dress back on over her head. Her feet slid into the flats and she stopped in front of the mirror to check on her appearance. Her dress was wrinkled, not that she cared, and her hair was a tangled mess of bed head. She ran her hands over the strands sticking out in every which way, attempting to smooth it over. It didn't really help. Pierce decided the only thing she could do with it would be to put it up. Quickly, she wound her slender fingers through the tangles and braided it the best she could. There were still hairs sticking out here and there, but it was better for the most part. She clipped the braid at the back of her head and sighed. Sometimes she forgot how much of a change it was to go from long waist-length hair to medium shoulder-length hair. Even though she cut it a little over a year ago, it tended to catch her off guard at the weirdest intervals in time.

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When she finished with her hair, she slipped on her jacket and dialed her mom's number. It rang twice before Mrs. Mhenjer picked up the phone.​

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❝ Hello~ ❞ her mother's spirited voice chimed through the receiver.​

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❝ Hi mom, ❞ she replied.​

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❝ Oh, Pierce sweetie, good. You didn't answer earlier. Did you have a nice night? ❞ Her mother sounded tired, so added extra cheeriness to her voice to compensate for it.​

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❝ It was all right. Do you think you can come get me now? I ended up sleeping longer than expected or I would have answered earlier. ❞​

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❝ Sure thing baby. As soon as the car warms up I'll be on my way. I'd say it will be about a half hour when I roll up at Sophie's house. ❞ They lived about twenty minutes away.​

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❝ All right. I'll be waiting in the foyer so I'll see you when you get here. Thanks mom. ❞​

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❝ No problem sweetie. I love you. ❞ Mrs. Mhenjer told her in a vibrant mom voice.​

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❝ I love you too. ❞ She hung up the phone.​

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Pierce left the guest room and crept her way through the second floor hallway. There didn't seem to be anyone up there, which was good. They were either still in bed, down at breakfast, or had already gone home. It would be nice if she didn't run into anyone on her way there. She reached the bottom of the staircase in no time--successfully without tripping as well. When she reached the bottom, the sound of chattering voices in the dining room caught her attention. Pierce made sure to avoid going that way. Sophie would probably be in there and the others ( Oliver ? ) as well. Was he here? She hadn't seen him since they left the box office last night. If he came, he managed to be fairly successful at staying out of her line of sight. Maybe Sophie was right. No one could like her because she's Pierce. She swallowed down the acidic taste in her mouth at the memory. It was rather unpleasant.​

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She made her way through the house until she was waiting by the large front doors. The foyer had a large wooden bench where one could sit down and remove their shoes. She took a seat on the bench and bounced her hands on her knees anxiously as she waited for her mother. Twenty more minutes...​

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Sudden cold bit at the skin on his lower back. It caused a shiver to run down the red head's spine as his mind traveled from dreams into reality. The sunlight from outside didn't even tempt the young man to open his eyes - which still felt like they weighed tons. He still felt really drained and tired yet the cold was just there to wake him up! Was he really awake? Or was it just going to be the pull-covers-over-self-again then sleep for another hour or two?

A small groan escapes him as he scooted away from the cold and tucked himself back into the covers. He flopped his right arm back down at the form next to him, hugging it again tightly. Warmth. There we go… much better. He kept his eyes closed and went back to his steady and shallow breathing. He felt incredibly at peace at the moment, which he wasn't so used to lately. It was probably because the play was finally over (which was also very sad) and that meant he could relax more. Also, that he got to spend lots of time with animals in the shelter that Christmas day. Oh! It was probably because he was just so drained out from everything he spilled last night to Maria! Yeah that seemed like the most logical reason. Finally got those demons out of his mind. Let them get some fresh winter air before coming back into his- 'WAIT. MARIA. '

Suddenly, he began to notice the way his arm would slightly shift forward every couple of seconds and how it felt a little warmer in some places, like over his shoulders, by his neck and the back of his head. Also the steady breathing by his forehead. His fingertips were hovering over something lightly, coming into contact as his arm would shift - in sync. He pressed against it gently. Breathing. That's what caused his arm to shift. And wait! He caught something between his fingers, twirling them slightly he realized it was some locks of hair. After that realization, he quickly pieced it together. Last night. Secrets. Maria. Drained. Bed. It only meant one thing - cuddles.

His eyes immediately opened and everything he imagined was confirmed. He felt his breathing halt and his cheeks burn up. Under the covers, Tucker had scooted closer to Maria. His right bicep rested by her side as his forearm curled up and his palm rested by her shoulder, trapped within some of her golden locks. Her arms were wrapped around him, with her hands caressing the sides of his face. Her head rested by his, with her lips hovering over his forehead. It was like she was cradling him. When did this happen? He recalled sleeping soundly next to her - but not at all this close! His lips pressed together tightly as his cheeks really, really burned. He felt his body tense up and squirm a bit as his chestnut eyes traveled up to look up at her. He honestly did not expect any of this, in fact, as he remembered he slept next to her, he thought he'd wake up alone and she would have gotten up already. Tucker wasn't exactly one to wake up early unless he needed to - but then again, Maria did have a big night. She must have been tired too.

He gulped nervously. Okay. This was actually a little nice and all, he had to admit, but this was just too awkward for him. Nope. Nope! Even though his mind kind of liked the comforting affection, his body couldn't handle it. He pulled his arm back to his side slowly, and carefully pulled himself out of her grasp. He froze completely when the girl shifted. 'Don't wake up. Don't wake up. Don't wake up.' He watched her until he thought she went motionless again before finally detangling himself from her. He carefully slid away from her as he pulled the covers off of himself. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and twisted to look back at her for a moment, before he turned back and sighed out deeply.

What now? No, really. What now? He pretty much told her everything that he never wanted anyone to find out. What did that make her now? What was going to be of the two? He groaned again, not knowing the answer to his questions. The man bent down, and started slipping his boots back on. Man, it must have been late. He sat up straightly once again, pulling his phone out from his pocket. He quickly checked for messages, which were 2 unread messages from his mother and from Sean, but ignored them for now and checked the time. Woooooow. It was late. Almost eleven. He let out a sigh and looked back at the girl who lay in the bed. Should he… wake her up?

 

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 6 - 2/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

"A very hungover morning." Sophie tapped the seat next to her, signaling Freddie to sit next to her. He took his seat as Lucas asked if he wanted coffee or ginger ale.

"Coffee would be nice, thank you."

"I prefer not to touch base on... last night." She ran her hand through his hair, the same way he did to her last night. Well, at least she wouldn't follow up on that question. That was a HUGE relief. He relaxed more after she said that.

"Alright then. If you insist." He sipped at the coffee Lucas had placed in front of him. Oooh, that hit the spot. It was especially good since it was a cold morning. Freddie mixed in about 3 spoonfuls of sugar and a little bit of milk to make it more to his liking.

"Breakfast is nearly ready, Nico." Awesome. At the mention of breakfast, Freddie's stomach growled a little bit. He didn't exactly have anything to eat the night before. All he had was the alcohol, not a suitable substitute for some good food. The smell of the food was intoxicating. He couldn't wait to dig in.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Drunk|OOC: N/A​

Waking up the next morning, Natalie just decided to ditch everyone except Sarah. She'd thank Alex later, but for now she needed to go home. Neither of them had brought their sleeping stuff, so they wouldn't have to pack up.

Sarah didn't want to get up, but Natalie convinced her to, with the promise that they'd hang out alone later (jeez, so clingy). Eventually, the two made it to the car, not acknowledging anyone on the way there.

"So... Did you have fun?" Natalie heard Sarah ask innocently.

"Sarah... No. I didn't, actually. I got too out of control with Xara. She shouldn't have slapped me, sure, but still... I was too drunk to think. Let's hang out later like I said, okay?"

"Okay..."

 

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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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Torvald woke to a dim grey sky and snow on his red nose.​

He sniffed and opened his eyes, slowly. The smell of winter snapped at his nostrils hard, and the lingering taste of alcohol bled from his tongue. He bit his lip and looked around, slowly, groggily. Where-- where was he. Ah, right, the balcony. Balcony? He fell asleep there, righ-- ACK.​

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Ah-- aaaah--​

A dull pain in Torvald's head threw him off guard, and he fell out of his chair onto the thin layer of snow on the ground. Shards of the dropped martini glass littered the puffy whiteness, reflecting the weak sunbeams of the mid-morning. He rolled onto his back and stood back up, gripping a palm to the side of his head. What happened! Goddamn! He drank too much, did he! He did, he did ... This was terrible! Unforgivable! He could not lead a revolution if his-- ack goddamn-- his-- his head was in so much paaaaaAAaaAAin--​

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He groaned. It was like a drill bit piercing his skull. This-- this was a ploy by the bourgeoisie! Insolent imbeciles! The alcohol was too strong and they took advantage of his alliance with the working class to do this to him! They would be hearing his voice in defiance! Things would be thrown! People would be excommunicated from the revolution! Property would be destroyed and enemies eliminatAAAAaaAaack--​

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Torvald shook and gripped the side of the chair. This wasn't a mere hangover, it seemed more like a terrible headache.​

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Torvald burst through the kitchen door, threateningly holding a vase. A lamp shade was still on his head, from when he accidentally smashed into it in his stumbling down the stairs. The pain throbbed through his skull and the smell of food blocked out his senses. The servant was standing nearby, with Sophie and Freddie, cooking something that seemed much too gauche for his tastes.​

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<< C--COMRADE WORKER OF THE HOUSEHOLD! >> He squinted in pain and held the vase close to his head. << THIS REVOLUTION WILL NOT CONTINUE, FOR MY HEAD-- UGH-- MY HEAD, IT IS BEING ASSAULTED ON ALL SIDES BY THE CAPITALISTIC TREACHERY THAT IS POST-ALCOHOLIC STUPOR! BUT WORSE! >> He walked forward, but the pain made him double over. He slid off of the side of one of the granite countertops, sending a pan flipping upwards and rocketing to the ceiling, as he cluched his heart in defiance. He closed his eyes in melodrama as the loud bang of the pan hitting the ceiling echoed through the rooms. << THE FIRES OF REVOLUTION! THEY WILL NEVER CEASE AS-- AS LONG AS YOU HAVE-- ugh-- my, my medical kit-- COMRADE WORKER, THIS HEADACHE ASSAULTS MY MIND. I REQUEST MY MED-- MEDICAL KIT. OR PAINKILLERS-- or honey and tea-- >>​

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Torvald coughed and sat in pain by the side of the counter, the lamp shade hanging over his head. His nose was as red as a cherry. ​

<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

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{ m u s i c }​

[ the sound and the fury ]​

The car drove by lazily. Fatime kept slipping in and out of sleep for much of the ride, with only her latest book keeping her up. Jaynus Sachsimew's beautiful Norwegian anti-war epic, The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, and boy had it been an intense read. <3 Her heart fluttered, and her tears had run wildly as she scrolled through page after page after page, and with it being mid-morning, another sleepless night was slowly catching up with her, even if she had enough to do this morning.

Sophie's home. That girl, she was neutral towards her. What an obsessive socialite, alas, alas. But where she crafted in the open, Fatime would craft in the darkness. Of course. Fatime gazed at her reflection as the cold winter snow drifted around the roads. She didn't want to attend the party. It wasn't her thing, no, when she had other things to do. Fatime held her tablet closer to her grey cardigan, her glasses mildly fogged from the cold. Next to her, a small messenger bag rattled with tempered glass vials containing the strange, psychoactive pink substance.

Five hundred milligrams of Cupid's Brew, the dangerous psychoactive drug. To be used in pure experimentation.
He would comply, he would have to ... It was in the best interests of everyone. Fatime bit her lip. If they all knew what the drug actually did, then they wouldn't have to use it. Or could, anyway ...

"Sleeping already?"

Ayanna's soft voice struck Fatime's ears like ice. Her ever-so-familiar English accent, with just a tinge of Somali, was the one voice that Fatime would never forget. <3
She bit her lip, and looked through her tablet for an appropriate book. Settling on The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, which was the most recently opened one, she paused for a moment as she found a proper quote.

<< "Sleep is for the week," said Ricotte, adjusting her tie sheepishly. >>

Fatime's voice seemed to take on the expressions, desperation, and emotions of whatever she was quoting at the time.

"Sleep isn't for the weak, young lady. If I had no sleep, I would've crashed the car by now."

<< "--the week," said Ricotte. >>

Ayanna laughed her familiar rich, earthy laugh. "Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean you shouldn't be getting any sleep, young one." She turned her eyes back to the road. "We're almost about there, and these roads are as bad as ever. Typical of the Bennett household ..." She mused off on her own.

Right. It was probably a good time to call Lucas. Ayanna still had the phone in the front from when Fatime fell asleep playing games again. It wasn't even her fault, goodness. Fatime closed her eyes and cleared her throat. Ayanna perked up, knowingly glancing an eye over to the overhead mirror.

Fatime took a moment to open the file for Zach Beema Bitte's A Midnight Snack on the Moon.

<< When he looked at his watch, Joe realized that he desperately needed the phone. As if his life depended on it; as if his heart was pounding for it; as if his longing lust for the phone overtook the hundreds of stars above his head right now. >>

Ayanna chuckled and picked up the phone by the dashboard, one hand still on the wheel. With a combination of exquisite grace and wisened athleticism, she tossed it backwards, gently but firmly. Fatime caught it with a quick swipe of her hand, and placed her tablet on the side as she dialed Lucas' personal number.

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RING ... RING ...

Lucas was on the line.

Fatime picked up her tablet.

She turned back to The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre.

<< "I am still coming," Ricotte began. >>

She flipped a few pages forward.

<< "I have a proposition for you, my little sweet pea." >>

There was chatter on the other side of the line. Fatime was patient.When Lucas finished, she opened up the file for De Lazary's Hands on the Grave.

<< Marigold cracked smile reflected her back in the mirror, as her doppelganger spoke to her. "I want you, I want you, Marigold. Spike the food. Spike it. Spike it so we both know what it does, and so it'll teach them not to go off and--" >>

She closed the file and opened up Zal Dinn's I Have a Girl on My Bed And I Don't Know What to Do.

<< "The drug? That thing? The love potion? We-- we don't even know what it does!" Miss Tea's hands were shaky as she cluched Arr Vee-arr by his collar. But Arr Vee-arr looked back at her with cold eyes. >>

Finally, she returned back to The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre.

<< Ricotte stood by the ruins of the machine, lamenting as the words "FOR SCIENCE AND TRUTH", the motto of the Kaiser's armies, echoed through her mind. >>

Fatime listened closely as Lucas made his solemn replies. She nodded to herself.
Things were going according to plan. She gazed longingly at the vials of pink liquid right next to her. They wouldn't expect a thing, and it would help all of them.

Fatime quoted a thanks from The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, as she cut off the line.

Ayanna cracked a careful gaze at little Fatime, who sat reading the rest of her novel by the edge of her seat.
How very adorable of Ayanna. <3

 

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Late to sleep, early to rise; something one of my personal mentors used to tell me. Being diligent in everything I do was a good work ethic, and I should never let that habit die to pleasure or temptation of things that might ruin me. Despite my lack of interest in school, it was something that passed me through with flying colors, at the top of my class.​

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Each of the guests had woken up one by one while I was preparing breakfast, and the kitchen had become far too noisy and crowded for the time of morning, for SOPHIE, anyway. Her hangover was nothing to sneeze at, and it would have been a terrible idea to upset her.​

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While she escorted everyone to the dining room — they had stayed in there for at least a good ten minutes — I had taken the opportunity to see what non-present guests were up to. NATALIE WILLIAMS and SARAH COLEMAN were leaving the premises, and I had no reason to stop them; a bothersome pair, they had been last night. TUCKER KNOWLES and MARIA HARTWICK had fallen asleep together, and only one of them was up. QUENTIN was still in his own room.​

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PIERCE MHENJER was the one who concerned me. She had left her room rather early, and was now in the main foyer. Leaving without saying goodbye to SOPHIE? Unacceptable, but there may be something I don't know — which is a rarity. I quickly walk down to the foyer ( I only have three minutes left ), and greet PIERCE.​

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❝Good morning, Pierce,❞ I begin, ❝I hope you are not leaving without bidding farewell to Sophie. She would not be pleased if you did.❞ There is a troubled look on her face, and I can see that she did not want to be found. ❝Perhaps she upset you, but I'm sure she did not really mean to. I hope that you will reconsider parting on a bad note.❞ I smile at her, and then return to the kitchen.​

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Oftentimes, people mistake my niceties and cordiality for being fond of them, but truth be told, I cannot stand most of them. Each of them has at least one thing that interests me, yes, otherwise . . .​

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I return to the kitchen just as SOPHIE arrives once more, and then FREDERICK makes his morning appearance, and I serve him coffee, per request. I have a small idea as to what may be going on between the two, but it isn't my place to intervene. Conflict among friends, I have been told, is best settled among friends.​

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❝Breakfast is almost ready, Nico.❞ I tell her, and she nods at me. Moments later, another commotion begins, and I hear babbling from a hungover TORVALD TANNHAUSER, who explodes through the kitchen door.​

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I calmly turn around and assess the situation. He is holding a vase of great monetary value; a relic from the Ming Dynasty, and on his head is a lampshade. I nearly laugh, but catch myself. He's broken furniture, there's bits of ceramic attached near the collar of his shirt. I am obviously not pleased with this.​

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He tells me, specifically me, a comrade, he calls me, that the REVOLUTION will not continue, for he has a headache. He tries and fails to walk, and falls to the ground — but that is not the best part; he hits a pan's handle with his hand and it catapults to the ceiling with perfect trajectory. It takes everything in me to not laugh and keep a calm face.​

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He asks me for his medical kit, to which I duly retrieve from a cabinet in the living room, where I confiscated it from him for trying to play forensics on one of the pillows in his drunken stupor. Then he mentions something that catches me off guard.​

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I smile, and then help TORVALD into a chair, and immediately prepare him warm honey and builder's tea. He seems like the type. I confiscate the vase and place it somewhere safe.​

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Moments later, breakfast is served. I ask all of the guests to help me set the table, and then everyone is sitting and beginning to eat. ❝Breakfast is served.❞ I say, and retreat to the kitchen, for the drinks. One FATIME CYGNETTE has spoken to me recently, of a devilish little plan she has.​

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I have heard of it, this . . . Cupid's Brew, but I do not believe in such things as it. Of course, I would never let her have her way as she pleases, even if I didn't, so she chooses for people with my consent; RICHIE, ZACHARY, SERAPHINA, AND ALEX ( These are four people I have no quarrel with messing with, simply for the reason that I have one interest in them ). I pour the drinks, she pours the brew, we mix them together, and then I serve them all, so things are conspicuous.​

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Maria sighed softly in her sleep and rolled over, groping the bed for the warm body that had been snuggled in next to her during the night. Her hand moved up and down, feeling the empty space beside her until slowly things began to click into her sleeping head. Blue eyes fluttered open--pupils dilating at the brightness that filled the room--and took in the surroundings. Her eyes hurt from sleeping in her contacts and she rubbed at them groggily with the backs of her hands. She brushed her hair out of her face and sat up, seeing a tall male figure standing near the bed. Maria smiled up at him sleepily and pulled the blankets up to her chest as she sat with her back against the headboard. ❝ Morning Tucker, ❞ she murmured softly. She had already woken up once before, but he had still been sleeping peacefully and she didn't want to disturb that moment. Plus, she had also been feeling rather selfish and wanted more time being so close to him.

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❝ I see you're awake now. That's nice, ❞ she commented. Her platinum blond hair was wavy and rather tangle free, even with it being so long. This was a good morning. There was no denying it. She felt happy and at peace in the bedroom. The only downside was that Tucker apparently already had his shoes on. Was he planning to leave so quickly? Maria made a pouty face at his shoes and looked up into his chestnut eyes. ❝ You weren't planning to just leave me, were you? Had your fun and now you're done? ❞ she asked jokingly. If the situation was different, that might actually be the case. She had been fortunate never having to truly participate in the Walk of Shame. What a depressing thing to undergo.

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She tossed back the sheets and slid her legs out so that they dangled off the edge of the bed. Her dress rose up her thigh to the point where it practically covered nothing at all and she had to pull it down once on her feet. The red chiffon was wrinkly from being slept in and she ran her hands down the length of it, smoothing the creases. Her shoulders were bare and she shivered slightly. The room was cool and her hair tickled at the bare skin. She pulled it over her shoulder and it hung down to her waist. Maria smiled up at him again. Their relationship was still very--confusing, but she hoped last night would be a step forward. It had taken a great deal of trust for him to tell her everything about his father and what happened. How could such a beautiful man--inside and out--be so broken?​

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Maria took a step closer to him, running her finger over his collar absently. She was so much shorter than him. With her heels on, he stood nearly a head taller than her; but without them, it was more like a head and a half. ❝ Did you want to go down to breakfast? ❞ she asked. Her eyes stayed transfixed on where her thumb touched him. ❝ Or, we could stay here, ❞ she added lowly. Her brow lifted and she looked up at him with dark eyes. He would say no. She was wasting her time. If anything, this would only make things worse. But she had to keep playing with Tucker. If she didn't push even a little, he would probably live in his little bubble of cold isolation for the rest of his life. She wanted to warm him up--metaphorically and physically. After last night, her scar seemed far less significant. Plus, Tucker had been there when she got it. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal to him. Everyone had imperfections, right? Her's was just a lot more physical. She was glad to have only had those two glasses of champagne last night. That was all she managed to finish before he found her. This probably would have gone rather differently had she had more. One thing was for sure, she would have completely destroyed what was between them. What was between them?​

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She looked up at him with wondering eyes. Should she ask? Would that be too much? Maria didn't want to pressure him, but she also didn't like the feeling of being unwanted. If she was the one always having to make the first move, then was he truly going along with it because he had to, or because he felt bad for her? She didn't want pity, especially from him. All she wanted was some sort of physical sign that she wasn't wasting her time. Sure, he told her about the skeletons in his closet, but people do that when they're close; and they were friends. Friends shared things like that, but she didn't want to be friends. Not one bit. ❝ Well? ❞ she asked softly. Well what? It was a weighted question. That one simple word held so many more behind it. The real question was, 'how would he respond?'​

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✜ Wearing❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/26/2015 ❖ Day: 6 & 2/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: ;] ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Guest Room ✜ ​

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A low growl echoed across the increasingly crowded dining room. His stomach literally felt like it was digesting itself, and it kind of hurt. That... cannot be healthy. The deliciously seductive scent of food was growing stronger, more pungent, as it lingered in the stale air. He couldn't quite put his finger on what noms awaited behind the door, so he let his imagination take the reigns. Sophie's family had lots of money, obviously, so maybe it's something really fancy. Like... caviar with toast, or something like that. The blonde had never had caviar before. He wondered if it tasted good or not. Or... or maybe it was some sort of expensive "dinner for breakfast" sort of thing, where there was like salmon or steak served over eggs... mmm...

After much anticipation, the food finally arrived. The boy's jaw hung agape as the mesmerizing nourishment was laid throughout the table. It wasn't what he expected exactly, but he really didn't care right now. The point was that there was finally some food...! He was the first up, springing out his seat with excitement. He grabbed the pancakes first, then the eggs, followed by the bacon, a mini-waffle, and a chocolate chip muffin. By the looks of it, there also was some sausage, English muffins, toast ( white, wheat, and potato ), and some biscuits. Sitting down, Richie eyed the food hungrily and began to eat.

He was so busy eating and enjoying the scrumptious food in front of him, he didn't even notice the butler had slipped out of the room and returned with drinks. He placed them down next to him, and Richie smiled at him as he walked past.

The boy began again to scarf the food down, in an orderly manner. This wasn't breakfast at his home; he had to be respectful and have some sort of etiquette here. Sporadically, he took sips of the beverage at intervals between contemplating whether to stop eating now, or finish his plate. Every time, the howling in his stomach reminded him of his only option at the moment: eat, eat, eat.

 

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MOOD▹ UNEASY ⧉ LOCATION▹ FOYER//DINING ROOM ​

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Footsteps sounded on the staircase leading down into the foyer and Pierce looked up in time to see Lucas approaching her. She glowered at the man. She should be nice to Lucas. He did nothing wrong--it wasn't his fault--, but she couldn't help but be annoyed that he found her. Wasn't he cooking breakfast or something? She had very much hoped leaving without drawing anyone's attention would be possible. Not today, nor probably ever. He stopped by her side and her brown eyes trailed slowly up his body until she had uncomfortably locked eyes with him.

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❝ Good morning, Pierce, ❞ Lucas began, ❝ I hope you are not leaving without bidding farewell to Sophie. She would not be pleased if you did. ❞ From the look on his face, he seemed to be able to tell that something was the matter. ❝ Perhaps she upset you, but I'm sure she did not really mean to. I hope that you will reconsider parting on a bad note. ❞ Lucas left her with a smile, heading off in the direction of the kitchen.

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Pierce frowned at her phone. Her mom would still be about ten to fifteen minutes before she arrived. She didn't want to go see Sophie, at least not right now. The only thing she wanted was to go home and hide out for a few days and pretend like everything was made up in her head. They were all dreams--some good, some bad. She sighed, standing up. She would just say goodbye--walk into the dining room, tell Sophie she was leaving, walk out of the dining room. That's all. Three simple steps. Pierce pulled her jacket tightly against her body as she crammed her phone into the right pocket. Light footsteps pitter-pattered across the tile as she made her way out of the foyer and into the dining room. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves. Pierce hadn't seen much of Sophie after their talk in the bathroom and every time she did, the other girl was clinging on someone new and drunkenly ordering people around. She bit down on her lip, trying to push the images out of her head.​

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When she approached the dining room, she could smell the delicious aroma of a fresh cooked breakfast awaiting. It made her stomach growl and she glared down at it angrily. A hungry tummy would do no good. Pierce stopped in the doorway and cleared her throat awkwardly, knocking lightly on the wall for no real reason. She noticed Lucas sitting beside Sophie and she nodded at him. It was all his fault. ❝ S-Sophie, ❞ she started, only then realizing who else was in the dining room. The blond she had spent the night wondering what happened to was also sitting down for breakfast. So Oliver was here after all. Why hadn't she seen him? He had probably been avoiding her. Who wouldn't? Sophie was right. He couldn't have actually been interested. It was wishful thinking. He probably only asked her to go ice skating because he had no one else to go with or something. Why would she be anyone's first pick?​

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Her chocolate brown eyes shifted from Sophie to Oliver, then back to Sophie. There was a lump in her throat and she felt her heart beat quicken. Her cheeks were already starting to burn and her knees trembled beneath her. Just say what you came here to say. Then you can get out of here. ❝ I-I-I-I'm leaving, ❞ she stammered hopelessly, ❝ I-I'll talk to you l-later. ❞ Her gaze slid over everyone else for a brief moment. ❝ Feel b-better everyone, ❞ she muttered and gave a quick wave before turning back towards the foyer. The second her fleeting figure was out of sight, she took off running to the front door.​

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She decided not to wait inside. Her legs would be cold, but she would manage. Her mom would be here in a few minutes after all. Pierce shut the door behind her and waited on the steps outside. Her legs were covered in goosebumps immediately and she rubbed her hands together to warm them. The cold bit at her exposed flesh, but it oddly helped her breathe easier. Her face didn't feel like it was on fire anymore and with it being so cold, she was distracted from the prospects of crying or anything else for that matter.​

 

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Oh this breakfast looks so wonderful," she breathed, taking in the smell of it. Her plate was loaded with sausage, bacon, a sunny side up egg, waffles with strawberries and blue berries on it with, maple syrup, and topped with a little bit of whipping cream. It was like IHop almost, but so much better! "Thank you for breakfast, Sophie and Lucas!" she called from the dinning room to the kitchen to them before she decided to dig in. "Oh wow, this is sooooo yummy!" She giggled and then looked up at everyone else. They seemed to be enjoying their breakfast as well. She ate like a decent young lady should in a rich, fancy house, as much as she wanted to just shovel everything that was in sight in her mouth. But alas, why not enjoy what was so lovingly prepared.


She caught Alex's eye, somewhere at the dinning table. She looked up at him briefly with her eye and kept the gaze for a moment. She then smiled warmly at him and then looked away, going back to devour the food that was in front of her. Would she ever be brave enough to admit to him she always had a crush on him? It seemed so silly... And dreaming seemed like it wasn't a bad plan. But actually initiating the idea that she was secretly admiring him from a distance... It could probably ruin things... Maybe.

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

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

Elisa woke with a start. Like someone had just turned the on button. There wasn't any time for a yawn, a couple stretches or the fluttering of eyelashes. There was only time for run-and-don't-vomit-on-the-floor (one word, hyphenated). The turquoise teen had her hand over her lips as she tossed the covers, leaped off of the bed, ran out the door and opened another (thank goth it was the bathroom!), slammed it behind her and ducked to the toilet where she finally released all that toxic from her body.

Jeepers, it was so gross! She hated vomiting. It was the vile of the earth that stopped her from going into bulimia (but put her into anorexia, back then). Thinking about it only made her vomit more which was so awful. Gross. Gross. Gross.

What did she have anyway last night? Two or three glasses? Man, she really was low-tol. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she stood up and flushed out all the repulsiveness. She wasn't even looking or breathing anymore. She just shut her eyes tight and held her breath as she groped for the sink. Once she got her hands on it, she turned the faucet on and washed her hands. She ducked forward and started to wash her mouth with water. As her hands and lips and the toilet were all clear. She opened her eyes to look at the mirror and breathed again.

It made her gag and she reached for the mouthwash on the counter and gargled four times. With a sigh of relief and her breath smelling minty fresh she placed her attention to her reflection. That was gross too.

Elisa tried her best to smoothen out her hair, which didn't do so well. She also pulled down at her sweater, realizing that it rose up again, revealing her floral undies and flat stomach. She put her hood on, with the kitten ears popping up but mostly to conceal her horrid, messed up locks. Finally satisfied, she made her way back to the room (luckily now, she had the sense of actually remembering it was).

The empty room greeted her. Two beds, one girl, no Richie. She sighed and walked over to her side where she found her boots and put it on, finally. She saw her dress on the floor, and grabbed it, folding it up neatly. She changed last night? Wow, she didn't even remember. She put the folded dress into the large pocket on her sweater and then headed out again.


She had been hearing noise from down stairs since she was at the bathroom. Maybe that's where Richie was. She followed the noise, then she followed the scent of delicious breakfast food until she found herself amongst many other teens. She smiled and then and waved, slipping in a soft "hello." before taking an empty seat beside Richie. "Good morning, Rich." she said to him sleepily and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, then filled her plate with a bit of egg and a small pancake.

 

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Seraphina smiled as more people came into the room. It was so nice to have other people around, different from herself. She was normally all alone. She didn't talk, because that would be rude, to talk with her mouth full. Like everything she did, she ate very proper like. She put the napkin at her lap, and cut her food properly. After she had ate a few things on her plate, she smile saying "This is very wonderful." And went back to eating, not jumping into the conversations at the table. ​

Her mind wondered. She wondered where Ethan was. And that.... Maria. She wondered what she had done to Tucker.... 'probably drugged him or something' She thought. Oh how she hated her.... but she would ruin her... all in due time. She was a ***** and very rude and mean... she would fix that about her. She wasn't going to play miss' nice girl anymore. But in front of these people, she had to act like a proper lady. ​

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She drank some of the contents from her glass. It tasted... different... very good also. She wondered what was in it. All she knew was she wanted more of it. She drank the whole cup, and then finished her food... longing for more of the drink, but not saying anything about it. It was probably just filled with sugar or something... ​

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'Lucas... what is in this?' She was about to ask, but she bite her tongue. Maybe she could buy more when she got home. Maybe it was spiked or something. Yes that was probably it. With rum or something else. Oh well. When she finished she stayed at the table, still staring at Lucas... wondering about him. She had never really talked to him before. She assumed that Sophie and him were together, so she would just mind her own business. For once. She liked it here, it seemed like old times... when the family was together, and her parents had big parties... oh how she missed it... ​

 

The news of Julius' accident spread across the news and though the actual accident was nothing truly special, the fact that there was a huge accident on Christmas made it at least news worthy. Most people did not truly pay mind to the news that was let out due to the fact that Christmas was usually a time for drunken idiots to be driving, but those that took head to the news were unexpectedly pleased and some even thought it was a miracle of god on the day of the birth of Christ.

The fools that crashed into Julius' cars were the last members of a gang named the Wallmen. The Wallmen were a small group and though they were quite unknown to the public, those that did know of them feared them. Their group was run by four men, Samantha (who was sent to jail and considered useless to the others), Ace E DeSea (Killed in a skirmish) , a man named Whammy (driver of the car that hit Julius) , and their leader Carlton (who was in the car). Regardless, in the end the Wallmen were over and only Julius survived.

When morning hit Julius' bandages and body went through it's daily tending and when that was done a call was made to Julius' only relative. The daily procedure was done and though the call was made nobody had visited the man resting in the bed. He was alone...and had to fight in order to awaken once more.

 

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The moment the food was put out in and the smell reached his nose, Alex could tell that it was going to be good. Once he actually saw the food his thought were only confirmed. In truth he shouldn't be too surprised that a butler could cook, but everything looked and smelled great. Can't wait to taste these. Starting with the waffles, he began to eat.

While he ate, he glanced up and saw Zoey smile at him. Though he didn't quite know why she did so he smiled back, after taking a quick sip of his drink of course. Turning attention back to his food, he begun to eat at the eggs that were also at his plate. His waffle was more than already half gone so why not save the rest for later.​

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As the eggs soon vanished within his stomach, he went back to the waffles and almost devoured them in one bite. It took more than one bite, but there was still some slight choking due to the pace of which they were eaten. Doing what any normal person would do, he grabbed his drink and took a couple sips from it. Within seconds his cough was gone and he went back to eating what was left on his plate.​

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He really didn't know many of the people gathered at the table so with a bit of uncommon shyness, he settled into a seat beside Richie. It was a bit strange, he knew of most of them but had only talked to less then a few and that was because of the play. He knew a little about Ryder, because they were designing the set together, but he didn't seem to be here. Sitting with Richie was awkward but fiddling with his phone as the food arrived help give a slight distraction.

His throat was a little scratchy as he shoveled down two forkfuls of eggs and three cut bite sized chunks of pancakes. His stomach was thanking him with silence and energy as he felt as if his cells were waking up finally. His body still felt nervous as he gave Richie little secret peaks while appearing casual on the outside. What was his fellow blonde thinking? He was careful to concentrate on not getting egg on a piercing. He was relieved when drinks finally arrived even though it only took a few minutes for her Butler dude to bring them out.

As his fingers stretched out for a sip and it turned into a chug as he tilted his head back to take in more of the drink. It felt like heaven on his throat. He still didn't know why, but his throat was always so thirsty when he woke up. He shrugged his thoughts away as he alternated between chewing food and swallowing drink. Carefully making sure not to pig out like he normally would at home. This was a perfect time to ask Richie to meet up with him later in the week. "Hey Richie," he started but paused, because without he'd spoken with his mouth half full, he was able to keep it all in there though. After swallowing, he spoke up again, making sure Richie could only hear him, "I want to talk about last night, privately. Do you mind meeting up with me somewhere later in the week? A cafe or ice cream place." Though it was cold, you never stop wanting ice cream. He thought as he downed the last of his drink.

 

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With there being little left on his plate, Alex soon finished what was still on there and placed his silverware next to his plate. With that out of the way, he reached over for his drink and drunk what was left of it, which was a little under half. It was then he noticed an interesting taste to the drink. Though he didn't pay it much attention, just assumed that it was a different flavor than what he was used too.​

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As he placed the glass back down on the table, something felt strange. First his arm that held the glass was feeling tight, like something was pressing against it. Though he managed to move it back under the table before it became noticeable. Though it was followed by a sharp pain in his chest, along with his steady breathing turning into a kind of forced wheeze.​

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Something was definitely wrong with him, but he didn't know what and the pain only seemed to get worse. By this point he was even clutching his chest, with hopes that someone would notice that something was up. His breath was getting shorter and vision blurring, ultimately leading to his head suddenly falling forwards and landing on the plate before him. All signs of Alex breathing had cease a few moments afterward.​