get this party started '' bailey's b'day.

[asia5]

addison SLADE.


Staring at the black page before you.
Open up the dirty window.
Let the sun illuminate the words,
that you could not find.

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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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People had always been telling Addison that she was too dependant on her family. Her friends would always tell her that they didn’t really care about her. Her co-workers would roll their eyes when her mother called her in the middle of her shift, demanding that she leave and come to some boring party. As always, she would go. For years, Addison hadn’t said a word in protest to her mother’s controlling ways – what was the point? Her sister was the famous one, so everything revolved around her. If it was the beginning of fashion week, the entire Slade household would be more worried about catching Kiran eating something other than celery than if any of the other two children had mental breakdowns. She brought in more income than anyone else, thus, we should all be grateful, right? Deep down, Addison was grateful. It was an easy lifestyle, living in large mansions and driving stylish automobiles. She was a giver, not a taker, after all. Her heart would warm to see her parents smiling proudly as Kiran did her little modelling walk down the runway, showing off some big-name designer’s latest fashions. She wasn’t dependant on her family, not really. She was just…she didn’t even know. She cared about them, simple as that. And nothing, not even an engagement ring, could get in the way of that.

That’s how it had used to be, anyways.

Ever since her mother had kicked Jay out, the twenty year-old had been beginning to think similar thoughts as her brother. Why did she always follow them around, no questions asked? She never got any benefit out of it – not even a thank you. It had simply become expected that anyone and everyone living under Edward Slade’s roof would listen to what the adults would say. If she was told to clean up something, she was supposed to ask “how clean?” If the laundry needed to be ironed, she was supposed to ask “would you like anything else?” Hell, if someone told her to jump, she was supposed to ask “how high?” Perhaps her friends had been right, they didn’t care about her. In all the times Addison had come home from school in tears, there had never been anyone with a hug, advice or even a sympathetic smile. On the off chance Melinda would catch her daughter beginning to break down, all she would do is roll her eyes and tell her to go get ready for tonight’s benefit. But, because she had always listened to what her mother said, Addison had tossed her entire relationship with Riley in that box labelled “old stuff”. And, like that, he was gone.

Ever since she had arrived in Valkyrie, the Australian female had been wondering what she was doing there. In her eyes, it was simply mere coincidence that her parents had chosen California as their new home. What else would it be? The weather was beautiful, the education was flawless and, according to Kiran, LA was the latest hotspot for modelling right now – so, they packed up from Sydney and headed towards California. Like they did it everyday. Her mother had told it was for a change of scenery, that maybe she would “get over that boy”. Her father had told her it was because Jay needed his family again. Kiran rolled her eyes and told her that it was because Australian modelling was getting to small for her. Why was she even here?

Raising her light eyes to meet Riley’s once more, Addison merely shrugged in silent response. She had no idea what she was doing in America, nor what she was doing at a Valkyrie party – Bailey’s birthday party, no less. “I got accepted to the University in Valkyrie, actually.” It wasn’t a complete lie, after all – only part of the truth. She had, in fact, gotten accepted to the local university, and had only agreed to come to America with her family if she could accept that scholarship. Lucky her. Continuing to look in the student teacher’s gorgeous eyes, all she could do was sigh. She had been playing this scene over and over in her head for months and months – and here she was, sitting with Riley, and all she could do was act awkward. Why wasn’t anything going according to plan anymore, anyways? She knew he had to resent her, at least a little. And she knew he had probably moved on with his life, probably had a new job and a prettier girlfriend. While Addison had been lingering on the past for her entire year, it wasn’t a common habit. In the few weeks she had known Riley Turner, she had grown to love him more and more each day; like it was some sort of fairy tale. That summer had been the best month of her entire life. And now, here she was, coming face to face with that former flame, unable to say anything.

Hearing his voice once more, Addie met his eyes for more than ten seconds. Trust me, she was having trouble registering the entire thing as well. It was so strange, being in the one place she had sworn to never go back to. And now, here she was, invading her former love’s life. Real classy, Slade. “Don’t worry, I am too,” a dry laugh following her statement, the Australian female rested her hand on her open palm, openly staring at him. It was all so fucking surreal. So many things had changed in the past year, and yet, she still had feelings to the bloke. Didn’t this sort of thing only happen in movies or something? “I’m okay, thanks.” Laughter beginning to seep into her voice, she grinned at him once more. Awkward or not, maybe she really was glad she had come tonight.

[scott]

• m a l i n d a s •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
• • •

Why did this night remind her so much of Bare? It might have been because everything was similar to how it was before. Jason was there and actually, that was where they had met. It was weird how out of all the places they could have met, it was at a club - a place where neither of them should have been. Brianna never thought that some 'thing' that happened in Bare could have gone so far. Jason had just left her in the morning like nothing happened. Sure, Brianna had liked him before that, but so did tons of other girls in the school. She had felt like she was just another one of those 'girls' to him, but so much had happened with the two. Too much drama in such a little amount of time. Fortunately, Brianna and Jason had somehow gotten through it, but she was afraid that there might be an obstacle that the two couldn't get passed.

Although Brianna had forgiven him so many times, she didn't know how much longer she could do it. But she couldn't think about that now. Not when Jason was dancing with her right now. She was having way too much fun with him right now to want to worry. Then it would just ruin everything and that would definitely suck. Brianna couldn't help but wonder as everything was happening how Jason made her feel this way. The girl didn't really believe in 'love at first sight'. Plus, with Jason, it was more like, 'lust at first sight'. It was probably like that for any other girl that saw Jason, but Brianna was fortunate enough to be the one that ended up with himself. And boy did she love it. "Depends on if you're the cat that does it on stage or in the closet." Since when has she been a cat? The last time Brianna checked, she was Bee, but anyways, the girl said, "I prefer the closet, but give me some drinks and..." She didn't feel like she needed to finish that sentence.

"I expect that you aren't lying. You want my pollen, don't you little Bee?"

Well, that was one way to say that. It wasn't the way that Brianna was expecting, but did it really matter? Nope. One thing was for sure- Brianna wasn't going to stop Jason if he wanted to do this. She felt weird that they were doing this at a birthday party, but Brianna got over that quickly. It may have been Bailey's birthday, but Brianna was getting a present too - and she might just give Jason one back. Brianna just felt so much inside of her. She just wanted Jason right now. There was actually a big possibility that the two might not even make it to the closet. Wouldn't that be a show that the crowd would just love to see?

Meanwhile, Scott Malinda was feeling so honored because he was talking to Amanda Summitt. Okay, he wasn't exactly honored because the guy had just moved to Valkyrie. He didn't know a lot about Amanda, but he certainly heard about her around the town. Now that he knew who that person in all the gossip was, Scott could see why she might be talked about. Amanda Summitt was definitely beautiful hot. Anyone who wasn't blind would know that. If he was lucky, the girl wouldn't have some boyfriend that was just waiting to punch Scott. He wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't single, but from what he had heard, Amanda wasn't the kind of girl to stay with one person. Then again, Scott also heard about Amanda with some guys named Joey and Jason - those two guys didn't sound very friendly.

"Hm, maybe your not surprised because you know I am waaay cooler than everybody here and your wondering why I'm lowering my standards to hang out with these broads except Nikki, and well..you, of course."

"So you're so cool that you're crashing a party that you're not invited too?" He said it as a questioned, but it was more of Scott just repeating some stuff that Amanda had just said. "Good thing you did. If not, you wouldn't have met me..Which would have been terrible." And yes it would have been terrible in Scott's mind. Amanda wouldn't have met Scott, but then, Scott wouldn't have met Amanda. The question about what will the two be at the end of the night should be answered in a few hours. Friends? Enemies? Just another person in Valkyrie? Maybe the real question was, where the two will be by the end of the night.

"Oh really? Well that's unfortunate cause..I'm full of surprises. So if your really that horrible with surprises, you probably can't handle me which would be a shame."

Scott couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she said that. "There's an exception to everything. Scott said, putting his arm around her waist. "And you should know that you're an exception...Since you're 'way cooler than everybody here'." Hoping that she might just not notice, Scott's hand 'accidentally' found a place on her ass. Oops. When Amanda had ordered a drink for Scott, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I'll give you the apple-tini if you give me a little something back." Scott said. Part of him was just joking while another part wouldn't mind if Amanda gave him something. He was glad that Nikki had such a good friend because now, this night might not turn out as bad as he had expected. Why? Because Scott might have just found a new toy he wanted to play with.

[natalie's post will be right here, but anna, will mark be the one to kiss natalie first, or will natalie kiss mark?]

[Haley Summers]

Haley Summers
This nights a perfect shade of Dark blue
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Not that this was his fault at all, but Jason being here kind of made her feel worst. Or at least, it made her feel ten times more embarrassed seeing as she had no idea how far out this little show of her flesh at it's best was getting. He would have seen it even if he hadn't come to the party, but whatever. It's just one thing if Jason Levesque or Bailey see it, it's another for Anne to see it and it's far different for Jason Everett to see it. He must think her a pathetic high school girl... damn it, she was a pathetic high school girl. And she still had a whole year left. She didn't want to do this for another year, she didn't want to be around for another year. She wanted to... god, she had no idea what she wanted to do! She wanted to be happy and the only times she had been truly happy in the last few years was when she initially lost the weight and then whenever she was sketching her designs and then bringing them to life, but she can't spend an entire year locked away in her sowing room now can she?

"What happened to you wasn't right. It isn't right. You didn't deserve it Haley, but I know you don't want anyone to pity you, but trust me, I'm not pitying you, I'm just trying to watch out for you."

Haley doubted she didn't deserve it, at least not partially. It was wrong and very illegal Freddy taped it, and she didn't deserve to have it posted on the internet. But he was very right on one thing, the last thing she wanted was people's pity. She was fine with them being upset it happened with her, although she doubted many cared, but them pitying her was completely different. "But reassured, I didn't watch it. How are you feeling now? I noticed you looking a bit sick inside." She looked up at him, "Well you obviously had to have seen a second or two, so you could probably tell, he wasn't exactly holding a gun to my head..." SHe said turning her body a bit more towards Jason, and pointed to her head with her two index fingers as said 'holing a gun to my head', "so perhaps I wasn't deserving, but I definitely wasn't innocent in the situation... and I wasn't ill. Just a bit dizzy from the... " damn it how could she possibly play this off to look like nothing was making her feel sick, that she was fine, she was perfectly fine with the whole party, the party filled with the girls who most desperately wanted to see Haley humiliated, got to see her riding Freddy Truelove. She clenched her jaw slightly, alright so she was pissed and know she had forgotten what her initial excuse was. She didn't say anything else until...

"You didn't think I was about to let you juveniles party alone for a second with adult supervison, did you now, Miss Summers? But of course, no one knows their place these days."

Haley looked up from her steady gaze at the ground. Part of her wanted to laugh that he had actually gone there, and if the night had been any other night, she totally would of, but seeing the situation of the night, that comment wasn't quite what she wanted to hear. She nodded and turned her head to face him, "No, I suppose not" She said plainly, agreeing. She returned her gaze straight ahead, seeing a couple of the party stragglers off in the distance, wandering around drunk and stupid, probably going to have sex. A week ago, she probably would have been one of them. It took a cold shiver of the wind for her to recognize the touch of his hand still on her shoulder, no one know's their place these days? obviously. No she wasn't mad, she doubted even he thought of it a second time, it was completely possible he forgot his was there but come on, pissed, hurt, embarrassed, ashamed or not, Haley will always be Haley. She took a deep breath and nodded again, "oh and Mr. Everett" She said nonchalantly before her eyes made contact with his, "You can take your hand off my shoulder now."

[Bailey Mitchell]

bailey mitchell
LAYLA ;;
BAILEY'S B'DAY PARTY - LES DEUX

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What'll you do when you get lonely
And nobody's waiting by your side?
You've been running and hiding much too long.
You know it's just your foolish pride.
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Bailey was too drunk to even comprehend what he was saying, instead when he started arguing back she just glared furiously at him, attempting to interrupt but he just wouldn't shut up! It made her head spin, and she bought a hand to the side of her face and pressed it hard against her skin, she felt clammy and kind of gross no doubt from all the dancing and moving around she was doing. Why couldn't her meeting with Nate have been a once off, throwing insults back and forth with him was so easy and they could of just never seen each other again, but no some random twist of fate had pushed them back together when was it, last weekend if she remembered correctly. Fuck, she didn't know shaking her head she returned to glaring at Nate. Drama was a center aspect of Bailey Mitchell’s life you have a relationship with her in anyway yeah your life will now contain some sort of drama she just seemed to attract drama, with Kiran now really what are the chances that her ex-bestie moves to Valkyrie? It was A million to one but no Bailey was unlucky enough to be that one in a million and it wasn’t even a special one in a million either.

”Apparently I don’t know you Street, and it would be better if it stayed that way.” She was sick of Nate now, stealing Daphne from her? If Bailey was sober her thoughts would have been; as if Daphne would even consider glancing twice at Nate but no she was far from sober. Swaying slightly on the spot her eyes still narrowed and her lip curled up into a nasty pout she clenched her fists and continued storming away through the crowds listening to Nate call after her, she didn’t want to turn around she had that awful lump developing in her throat the one that she always got just before she burst into tears. No she would not cry how terribly clichéd would that be, silly drunk girl crying at her own party? No thank you. Drawing in a deep breath she turned around glaring at Nate ”Go away Street!” she yelled back trying to shove through a crowd of people who weren’t fucking budging, letting out a frustrated scream she stomped onto a table kicking a few champagne glasses out of her way, she needed to get away from Nathan Street and this whole thing she had going on with him. It wasn’t right for either of them and even in her drunken haze she knew that but still she couldn’t help how she felt.

Trust her to fall for someone so terribly confusing and messed up.

His words made her stop dead in her tracks, standing on one of the clubs oak coffee tables people looking at her with odd expressions and security telling her to get down or they would have to remove her from the club, she stared at Nate her face contorted with confusion he had done what? "Y-you sold cocaine to Daphne?" Her voice wavered as she spoke back to him, not yelling but loud enough to carry over the crowd. That was just so disgusting and it made Bailey feel sick if there was one thing she had always been disgusted in it was drugs she hated what they did to people, her mother dependant on anti-depressants, her brother a pot smoking loser and well her step brother he was just messed up from everything and shame on Daphne for going to drugs, Bailey would deal with her later fucking idiot.

It took a few more minutes for her to comprehend everything he had said. Clearing her throat she absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair and glanced around the club, security was still telling her to get off the table but they couldn't kick her out, her Dad was paying their wages for the night so she ignored them and continued standing their staring blankly at Nate, she was disgusted in him how could he sell drugs to her best friend? "I...don't know what to say." she shook her head and pursed her lips together "I guess I should start with you make me sick" her voice now rising and gaining some of its bitchy confidence, Bailey still just stood there arms limp by her side as she glared at Nathan Street "And you fucking cared? Oh if you cared about me Street why would you go and deal cocaine to my best friend, did you think it wouldn't hurt me, that’s my best friend and thank for helping her mess up her life even more asshole, what are you some sadistic drug dealer that takes pleasure it watching people ruin their lives?" her rant wasn't stopping as she teetered on the edge of the table wobbling slightly as she stepped down to face Street, she had every right to knock the Irish dealer on his ass "You spilled everything to me, I don't think so Street. You failed to mention the part where you take pleasure in wrecking everyone else's lives because your so fucking disgusted in your own pathetic life - does it make you feel big when the people who would of picked on you at school come begging to you watching them break down? " Her tone was venomous and nasty, poking him hard in the chest Bailey gave him a sad look shaking her head her, yeah she had been harsh but Daphne was her best friend and in the moment she didn't really stop and think that she had approached him for the drugs and he was just doing his job, but he could of just said no he could of just told her he didn't have any but he didn’t. "And I liked you, that's the worst part." she dropped her gaze to the ground mumbling the last part. All she wanted to do now was go home and cry. This party sucked.
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[natalie]

• n a t a l i e •
my mind was blown, i can't
resist & now i find myself taken
over by this feeling
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
• • •

Just a few days Natalie felt as if she was developing feelings for Garrett. She had thought that after he saved her, she just couldn't help but feel something for him. He was sweeter than she had expected and had risked his life to do something for her that he didn't have to do. Natalie could have sworn that days after that, she was starting to like him, but look at her now. Natalie was with Mark Wood, not Garrett Lévesque. Something just felt so wrong about it, but Natalie just kept on pushing that feeling aside. There was nothing wrong with this at all. Nothing. Okay, maybe there was, but she wouldn't admit that. Natalie just kept on telling herself that she liked Mark and that should be enough, right? Plus, the girl was never actually with Garrett. She just thought that she was starting to like him...Maybe she still did, but Natalie wouldn't let herself think that. It just made herself feel so wrong and sort of guilty.

But why was she feeling guilty? Natalie felt as if she was just overreacting. Just forget about it. Natalie thought to herself. She just started like Garrett and it wasn't too late to get over it, right? Plus, it's not like Garrett liekd her back, so Natalie thought that she might just be able to get rid of this small crush. And it was getting easier and easier to forget with Mark here with her. She loved being in his company and Natalie had to keep her eyes on the stars because if she looked at him, she might just blush or giggle like a dork. He was just so cute - the girl couldn't help it. Natalie just liked Mark and when she liked guys, Natalie most of the time acts weird around them. Not weird like 'crazy' weird, but 'weird' like clumsy or just keeps messing things up because she worries that she'll mess something else up. With Mark, Natalie was probably going to be a little clumsy around him. At least, until she got more comfortable and less nervous when she was near him.

"Probably for the best, you don't want to see me dance."

A laugh came out of her lips. So he wasn't a dancer? She could get passed that. "Just because you said that, one day, I'm going to make you dance." Natalie said with a smile. She looked at him once, felt her cheeks get a little pink, and then her eyes looked away. She was still facing him though. Thank goodness it was dark outside. Hopefully he couldn't see her that well, if her face was too red. She couldn't see what she looked like since Natalie wasn't the kind of girl who carried a mirror everywhere, but she could feel herself blushing. He wasn't even saying anything too awkward, yet Natalie felt awkward. It was going to be a...well, awkward night. How did she know? Well, the thing was, Natalie didn't know. She just had an awkward feeling, but that could have just been her nerves. "Medical books? So somebody here wants to be a doctor? Or do they just need to get out more?" She had a bit of teasing in her voice, but it was slightly hidden.

"No not with those lifetime originals, those are like really long over dramatic soap opera's that turn one bruise from a parent into the end of the world. Now a Disney movie would probably be too happy, Maybe TNT?"

"I guess Valkyrie is a soap opera so I can't really run away from that. Nah, forget TNT. I'll stick with Disney. What girl could pass up being a princess?" Natalie said. Honestly, when she was little, the girl would have done anything to be a princess. Now...Not so much. "Wait...Nevermind. I don't like the evil witches, fairies, and step-family." She shrugged, and listened when Mark had responded to the question of wishes Natalie asked. It wasn't the answer that Natalie expected, but if only he knew her wish. That he would feel the same way about her that she felt about her. Natalie didn't know what happened. She didn't exactly respond. There was a moment of silence, and Natalie didn't know what happened but she kissed him. Natalie Malinda kissed Mark Wood. She didn't know what would happened and she didn't care. Natalie just loved his lips, but the girl pulled away. She blushed again, probably redder than before, and kind of mumbled with a smile, "Heh, sorry."

Oh, Natalie.

ooc; sorry it took so long. btw, in that paragraph, i just couldn't help but say awkward a few times. haha.

[amanda]

AMANDA

"So you're so cool that you're crashing a party that you're not invited too?"

Amanda couldn't help but smile and shake her head as Scott seemingly turned her words around on her. She wasn't used to guys standing up to her and poking fun at her, but she most definitely liked it. The guys that Amanda wanted the most were always the ones she couldn't have. Well, Amanda could have anybody, but she wanted the ones that it would be 'harder' to get. And why was that? Because it was all about the chase, baby. "Oh, shut up Scottie" she said with a small smirk, fighting back a smile. She was also quite amused by his comment that it was actually a good thing that she went. She was intrigued by his confidence and flirtaciousness- had she possibly met her match? "Don't go around acting as if I'm not the hottest girl in this room, and that meeting me isn't the highlight of your whole stay in Valkyrie," she crossed her arms, "Because that would be a lie, and I'm not a big fan of liars..even if they're as cute you".

The party seemed to be unraveling nicely...well, for Amanda it was. Somehow, she had been so wrapped up in flirting with Scott that she had completely missed out the sex-tape scandal, the gossip that her brother had actually committed to none other than Lucy Trulove, and she ignored that fact that Talan and Ben only a few bench spots over from her were throwing eachother pretty fierce looks. "Well good" she replied when Scott mentioned that there were 'exceptions' to his lack of interest in surprises, "And you should know that you're an exception...Since you're 'way cooler than everybody here'." Amanda smiled and brushed a few strands of hair out of her line of vision, "And I'm glad you've been listening...although I hope your not mocking me" her voice was extremely flirtatious as usual, and she smirked as she felt Scott's hands slide on her ass. "I'll give you the apple-tini if you give me a little something back." It would be a lie to say that the girl wasn't used to guy's hands on her ass, so she turned to face him and placed her hands on his chest, sliding them up his chest to finally rest on his shoulders. Her eyebrow was delicately raised and she tilted her head slightly, "Well there are oh-so-many things I could give you, Malinda" she slid her hands down his chest, "What ever would you like?"

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TALAN

Talan smiled and held back a small laugh when Laura reached over and put a finger up to his lips, telling him that she was from "Brew-City". He had never taken her as much of a drinker, but he was glad to see that she was such a happy drunk. She had been going through some extremely rough times, and it was change to see her talking and behaving so completely carefree. She deserved it. He could tell that she had this child-like Ora around her when she was under the influence, and he fed into it by lifting his eyebrow questioningly as she spoke about some Mexican restaurant that she had apparently been too. "No, actually, I haven't" he said leaning in a little towards her, "In fact, I haven't really been anywhere except for my hometown in Florida and here" Talan shrugged it off slightly, "But, I'd love to go with you sometime," he met eyes with her, "as long as you promise to keep smiling like that." Talan broke eye contact with her for a moment a he himself smiled, blushing almost. Laura truly did have an amazing smile, and just couldn't help himself from commenting on it.

The night was going great in Talan's eyes. He was spending some quality time with Laura, and although he wouldn't dare make a legitimate 'move' on her now because she was drunk, they were bonding nonetheless. That in part was why Talan was less than amused when none other than Ben Demtra made an appearance. Unlike Luke, Talan had nothing personal against Ben. Ben had never done anything to him, so Talan treated him with as much respect as he did everybody else. He was, however, disappointed and almost a bit jealous that sparks had flown between Ben and Laura.

"Uh...Laura? You're uh... Pretty drunk. I really don't think it's a good idea that you're here anymore. I'll take you to my house; you can stay with Emilia."

What? Talan noted Ben's raised eyebrows, and immediately began to get defensive. Did Ben not trust him around Laura while she was drunk? And even if he didn't, who the hell was he to take over the situation. Ben obviously assumed that Talan was just a carbon-copy of Luke, which was completely wrong. "She's fine" his voice was calm, yet demanding. He wanted to get the point across that she should be able to stay, without sounding like he had an ulterior motive. "I can watch out for her" he added a subtle nod, "I'm not drinking too much, so I see no need for her to leave so early." Talan was trying his hardest to remain calm with getting angry at Ben, but the kid had really offended him. "Thanks for your concern, though"

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[Nathan Street]

nate STREET.


I look inside myself, and see my heart is black.
I see my red door, and it has been painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away, and not have to face the facts.
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

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PAINT IT BLACK.
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.

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Nate had always been someone who preferred to stay out of drama and scandal. It only screwed with your relationships and messed up your life. Like anyone around here needed any of that. Even if Scandal Star didn’t exist, and even if all of this unpleasant shit wasn’t happening, it was fairly obvious that these teenagers’ lead lives that they shouldn’t be. As a teenager, he had only heard about these outrageous parties, scandalous hook-ups and designer shopping trips in the celebrity gossip magazines his sister read. He had certainly never suspected that average – sort of – people were leading these lives like it was completely normal. I suppose growing up in urban Dublin in a lower middle-class neighbourhood was different than growing up surrounded by celebrities and charity events, pool houses and body guards. Just a wild guess, but you’d be used to a life in the fast lane when you’re surrounded by it. Just like how Nate had gotten used to Friday nights of poker and video games, and Saturday afternoons of movie marathons and exploring the city. Even when he had arrived in Valkyrie shortly after his eighteenth birthday, he had never gotten the real just of that sort of lifestyle. Two years later, he was still spending Friday nights playing poker and video games with his friends, then wasting away Saturday afternoons watching old Westerns and arguing on his phone.

So, once you discovered this about Nate, you would wonder why he was standing in the middle of a crowded LA club, yelling at some notorious party girl. Seriously. Even he was wondering why the hell he was bothering with Bailey – she wasn’t like him, and he wasn’t like her. He socialized with coffee-drinking chain smokers, not alcoholic glamazons. Hearing the Australian beauty’s drunken stammers, the Irish male’s own eyes went stony. He had gotten used to Bailey’s rants and mild insults, but that one had to take the cake. The only people that – ever- had the nerve to call him by his surname during an argument were the ones that wanted to see him six feet under. A pet peeve of his, you could say – it had always been Nate, even as a subordinate, and would always stay that way. “I thought I said that I wasn’t leaving until you listened to me, Mitchell,” continuing to harass the birthday girl, that amused smirk found it’s way onto his face as she stumbled onto that table. “You’re the one who chose to know me, so it’s staying that way.” Crossing his arms, Nate frowned up at the drunken girl. It was true.

Truthfully, Nathan Street had no real idea why he was even bothering with either of the Mitchell siblings. Adrian had been easy enough to deal with, he just sold the pot-head the odd bag of weed and that was it. But, when it came to Bailey…everything was different. At the beginning, it had been whatever – but now? Not so much. She was one of the only people in Valkyrie that knew everything, his dark past with the prison system and his mother’s murder, the entire shitfest with his sister…all of it. And, this, she was surprised to know he dealt drugs? “No, actually,” a calmer look passing over his pale face, Nate blew a frustrated sigh before continuing. “I was going to, but then I saw you and just dropped the bag with her so she could drown her sorrows with something other than vodka.” Making sure his voice was louder than hers, loud enough to carry over the simmering conversation that surrounded them, Nate continued to glare up at her. Why the hell was he even here?

Personally, Nate didn’t even care what was going through everyone else’s head. He had always been the freak at the party, attracting those disgusted half-glances every now and then; it was nothing knew. Right now, he only cared about what Bailey was thinking. Why, he didn’t know. He had always been a functioning robot, living with artificial intelligence. No drugs, no sex – he lead a boring lifestyle on society’s underbelly. The blues in his eyes remaining icy cold, the Irishman simply remained wordless as she began to yell at him once again. It was an uncommon thing for people to insult a Street, Nathan especially, but tonight? She had done it without any effort. Damnit. “No, I’m not. I’m someone who wants something more out of life than all of this shit, okay?” His voice reaching maximum volume, a brick dropped into his stomach as she continued to rant. This was all too fucked up. “And you know…” trailing off, his eyes merely widened as Bailey’s spit out the final bits of her angry speech. Is that what she honestly thought? That he liked seeing the people that tormented him during his high school years crawling towards him on the sidewalk? Did she think he liked breaking the law and being around those people. “You know,” taking a step towards the girl as she finally climbed down from that table, he looked down into her pretty face. As she poked him, Nate gently took her other wrist in his hand, body now barely three inches away from Bailey’s.

“I did at the beginning. But now, I don’t even care. I may be a bastard, and I may be a jerk, but I’m not ignorant. I do all of this because no one else is willing to step up to the plate; I do this because I’m made for dealing, you ever think of that? There’s a reason I’m as high up as I am, Bailey. It’s because I know how to play dirty, and I’ll have no problem playing that dangerous game with you. So, if you want,” his tone dropping to a soft, venomous voice, he took a step back at looked at her. “I’d get used to being harassed.” Deep down, he didn’t have any problem playing those twisted mind games with Bailey – on the surface however, he would hate it. It was what he had been doing for twenty-one years, and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Not changing his expression as she mumbled the last bit, he merely sighed softly. “No, you didn’t,” looking at her again, all offered her a narrowed gaze. “And you don’t know.” A lie on his part, anyways.

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[Miles Giovanni]

Miles Giovanni
Right or wrong I should have stayed up 'til the break of dawn
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It really was a wonder. People say that motives don't matter, or what you meant to do. What you say isn't important. It's all about your actions, it's what you actually do that matters. Well, if that was true, the fact of the matter is that MOST of the time, Miles really was a great guy. Of course, he knew by the standards of the world, if they could only read his mind, great guy would not be one of the things they called him. The way Miles saw it, motives, in the end, really were all that mattered because it's where the person's mind was. I mean think about it. Someone could do a seemingly good thing, take a friend who needs a boost out for a drink. But what if they only did it knowing if you went home drunk you would get rather severely punished for it. Motives had everything to do with it. Someone tries to save something sentimental in a fire and almost kills someone else. Wouldn't it be far worse if they had been trying to kill someone else and used the sentimental item as an excuse? Of course it would.

"Because I don't think you have the body type to pull it off."

Miles laughed, "I don't know if I should be offended. I worked hard for this physique." Not that he really had much of one. A swimmer's build at most. He was really a skinny kind of guy, not weak, definitely not weak, but skinny. But it was surprising, he had laughed without much thought, as in, he hadn't forced it. The girl was funny, good quality, but truthfully he hadn't fully processed her yet. Some people he could read within moments. Know exactly what they cared about most, it tended to be easier to detect with in the female population. Perhaps Bevin's ease and tomboy attitude made her a bit more difficult of a subject. Which of course he respected greatly. The stronger they fought, the harder they fell. He smiled and brought his glass to his lips, taking a drink before looking back up at the girl.

"But don't worry. Neither do I. All that sitting with your legs crossed just so. Sucking in all the time. Or, walking. Yeah, I probably would fall over."

Miles smiled at the image, and at the way she used her hands as she spoke. He shrugged, "Well, it works for most girls around here, but I figure it's got to get old." He replied, wondering if she really was as butch as she makes it seem to be or if part of her over does it for the sake of being different. Wouldn't be an uncommon thing now would it? "Oh, Miles, is that your cousin proposing to that girl over there? Or, what is he doing?" Miles furrowed his brow confused and looked over his shoulder to where her gaze was pointing. The sight was a bit repulsive to be quite honest. Paolo, a man whipped to the core for some girl. Pathetic. This was the cousin Miles' own father admired to be so strong? Ha. Then again his father was rather pathetic as well so why wouldn't they respect their own kind. He watched as Sam and Paolo kissed and made up... how sweet. Their pain was fun while it lasted and Miles was sure there would be some more fun soon. He had kept his expression kind of blank and when he turned back to Bevin, he made sure to make a nice guy twist. "God, I hope not." He said softly, just loud enough for her to hear, in a tone far more concerned sounding than bitter.

Mark Wood
And I realize your behind me, To help and humankind me
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Mark knew his sister has a point about the whole Jessica situation. He didn't quite want to admit it. And he knew he probably should not have come to this party with her. It was just, he hadn't been in a good place lately and he needed to move on and get his life back in order. He had found out he had been accepted to Columbia which excited him greatly, but now he had to worry about scholarships because unlike miss summitt, he didn't have the wealth to just follow his dreams. He needed to impress someone enough so they thought he deserved it. He wasn't too worried about it, he just needed to kicks some ass and thankfully, that was one thing Mark was fantastic at. Kickin' Ass and takin' names. OKay okay, that was more of a cop kind of slogan and Mark was going to be a diagnostician and names of PEOPLE wasn't quite what he was interested in.

At the end of the day Jess and him were so similar, they were both a tad anti-social, especially to those they felt weren't worthy of them. And both Mark and Jessica believed they had the control to make those judgments. Both could be harsh and crass. Both were cold shouldered and protected themselves with high walls which they let down for hardly anyone. I mean, they dreamed about going to the same college before they even knew each other. Both were prideful and stubborn. Heh, and both of them, despite their attractiveness and bitchiness, were nothing more than a couple of hardcore nerds. And Both missed the other but was too god damn stubborn to admit it. Neither of them wanted to cave. So they both held their noses in the air and turned away and they were now turning to other people. Although Mark didn't know Jess had been with anyone else, let alone who she had been with. And he wasn't sure he wanted her to know he had been on a date.

"Just because you said that, one day, I'm going to make you dance." Mark winced at her words but kept a smirk played on his lips, "ugh, well, you've been warned." He replied before looking back at her as she spoke again. "Medical books? So somebody here wants to be a doctor? Or do they just need to get out more?" Mark laughed, she was very cute and a bit spunky, which he liked(i.e. Jessica, for the spunk, Sam for the cute). He stood up and bit straighter as he chuckled before leaning back against the railing, "Ha, probably both, depending on who you ask. But just one little correction. I AM a doctor, just don't have the title yet. It's what I always knew I was going to do, it's who I am." Mark smiled at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "Great, now I sound like a Lifetime movie. I'm cursed tonight."

Mark listened as she told him of her fairy-tale analogy. It was obvious that Natalie and Mark did not have nearly so much in common. It was fairly obvious that perhaps they were not perfect for each other. But were either of them really looking for Mr. or Mrs. Right? Mark certainly wasn't. Although he wasn't looking for Mrs. Right now either. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe Charlie's assumption that Mark was using Nat as a distraction was true, but it didn't quite feel like it, because he did like the girl. She was beautiful and smart. So she didn't waste hours in a day bickering over a superhero? So he hadn't felt that instant click as he had with Jess. But something had to have clicked right away because the cute girl, who had the world going for her, tolerated a guy like him. And since he assumed her to be only tolerating him he was a bit surprised when she leaned up and her lips touched his. It was the first kiss he had had since Jess. She pulled away and apologized. But Mark shook his head, the kiss felt good, "the number one rule is, never apologize when you're right." He said plainly. He gently put his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up before he leaned down and kissied her back.

[Jason Lévesque]

JASON L & COCO L,

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"I prefer the closet, but give me some drinks and..." Brianna certainly, and quite obviously, did prefer the closet. For after an hour of panting, grunting, thrusting, and any naughty word you can look up in the dictionary, Jason and Brianna did it. Again. In another closet. Not that Jason was complaining, but fucking against mops and brooms got a little uncomfortable after a while. Would a couch or bed hurt? The kind of scenery that Jason had wished on his birthday? Oh yes, that painful day of his eighteenth birthday. Where Brianna found out that he had almost raped Daphne. Where his own sister slapped him and kicked him out of his own house. And, well, he did run off with the smoking Amanda Summitt, but the tease got boring after a while. She was only an accessory, not even close to a companion of any sort. But then there was Brianna, whom when he was away, promised to get back. And now he had her back.

But, along with the continuations of 'backs', there was the fact that Bella had come back. And her having an abortion in London with his own fucking kid?! You didn't get more SoapNet than that. Besides, he hated children, nor did he have time to process any of the information Bella had given him. And for some reason, as he lay there naked with the blonde Brianna by his side, he thought about it more and more. Bella or Brianna? Brianna or Bella? Neither sounded so dangerous, something that he wouldn't be able to handle. And both was something they would never agree to, yet he continued it. Bella and Jason weren't anything serious, which was lucky for him. Yet, he still felt something, that similar something he had with Brianna, so really, he was stuck. And neither girls knew. However, taking a breath from the sex, he wrapped his arm around the blonde, as they lay sprawled in the closet. Again. "You been practicing, Bee?" Hah.

Meanwhile, Coco for the past hour had been doing many things. Surprisingly, that wasn't literal. Sure, she had been on the couches for a good while, making out with the water polo team one by one. Each not giving her the right.. adrenaline rush she needed. Coco wanted the ultimate pleasure that came from a good man. The spazz of a kiss that made her feel the way she wanted. Those kisses were limited among the cliche men of Valkyrie. Having been on the dance floor, the drunk Junior, whom was very much like the rest of the girls in Les Deux, was settling down on the couch. However, this was when she noticed Peter. Oh yes! Peter was supposed to clean up! She was supposed to fuck him tonight! How could she forget? It couldn't have been that long that she offered to go into a hotel room with him, right? Straining her neck to get a better view of Peter through the crowd, she soon saw enough.

For there he was, sitting comfortably and idly by Daphne Hayes. Coco mentally put two fingers down her throat and vomited on Daphne's dress, however, instead, she took another long swallow of alcohol. The main substance that was influencing everything that late, late night. Daphne Hayes, ugh that girl was one annoying little wrench. First of all, she messed with Coco's best friend Amanda Summitt. Daphne then squealed her little mouth about Jason's accident, instead of being smart and keeping her mouth shut. And secondly, there was the whole Anne thing. Daphne and Coco simply didn't see eye to eye, so this is why Ms. Lehoux found it very ironic that while she was with other men, Peter would find himself to Daphne. Of all people! This simply made her aggitated, and for no real reason or thinking, she got up from the couches and walked to a bystander. "W-where iss Jason fuckinn' Lévesque?" A person pointed to the closet. Of course.

Slowly, but surely, Coco made her way over to the closet and opened the door. Of course, she was unaware of what she would see. Nor did any of it make sense, because her mind was warped by other influences. However, she saw enough. A naked Jason and Brianna. "Can you two fuckinnn' pleease hurry up this Kodak moment? Take me home nowww, Jay." Jason, however, looked up from the scene and sighed, as his head spun. Yeah, he needed to get back to Valkyrie before his bitches around this place did something stupid. He already got Brianna under control, but he didn't want Coco to start getting raped. Nor did he want to see Bella with any other man that couldn't measure up to himself. So, reluctantly he got dressed. And very much like the scenario a couple months before when he met Brianna, he kissed her on the top of the forehead. "If you get lonely later tonight, you know who to call." Probably the sweetest Jason was going to get that night, for now he was leaving.

And so Jason and Coco made their way out of the club, making snide remarks to one another in the Los Angeles night sky. Little did they know of the future events they would experience in the little hours of the early morning to come.
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anna & lainey, i fast forwarded coco's thing so she saw peter & daphne. just to move on, you know? & ace, make tito follow them to the car somehow. this plot should be fun.

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