`SO RICH, SO PRETTY*, event fourteen.

[Tristan Silver]

THE SILVERS,

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she was a Silver girl, she was a golden girl ,
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([/b][/size] YOU CANNOT SEEM HER SOUL )[/font][/size][/url]

May 4, 2007 – early evening.
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[/color]rig, Tristan, have you ever done this before?!”[/b][/color]
“Don’t be such a baby. I’m almost done.”
“Like hell you are. You’re in enough trouble without me telling –”
“Tell who what? I’m six feet under, so the least you could do is shut the fuck up and let me finished what I started.”

S[/color]adly enough, these sort of arguments were daily occurrences. I know, I know. I know what you’re thinking. Why should I be surprised? I mean, two teenage girls trapped in the same home? Albeit, it was a Spanish-style mansion measuring at exactly eleven thousand square feet, there should have been more than enough room for everyone; but who could honestly keep two teenage girls, so polar opposites, away from these squabbles if they had the chance? Exactly. Valkyrie, California was a toxic place. Probably still is. But things get even more toxic if you enter into one of the homes of one of Valkyrie’s oldest, most influential families. Ever watch The Valley?

T[/color]he Silver family had been living in Valkyrie, California for as long as anyone could remember. They had been living in the same piece of property, in the same neighbourhood, in the same town, for more than a few generations. Every summer was spent in Australia. Every school year was spent in Valkyrie. The younger Silver’s would than go off to some of the most prestigious Universities all over the globe, only to return to the place they never should have left. Rinse, dry, repeat. As of late, Sarah and Darren Silver were the golden parents of Valkyrie. We’ve all seen those bad teenage soap operas, who actually pays attention to those parents, anyway? Well, re-rent the first season and watch them a little bit closer. Someone has to pay for rehab, new libraries and charities, do they not? Of course, who with the surname of Silver would actually do something so scandalous? No sir, not one. What could sweet little Maxine get herself into? All she liked to do was surf and cling. And Tristan, with her cute little group of girlfriends, had never seen the inside of a beer bottle, let alone a rehabilitation clinic. For a family so native to Valkyrie, you’d think they would have understood what it actually took to give the name justice. Darren likes to cheat. Sarah likes to max out credit cards. But they have nothing on their younger generations. But a new library can make everyone blind to the truth, of course.

T[/color]ristan had been living in Valkyrie long enough to know how to play the game. Max was too new and too sweet to even know the rules of the game. Everyone knew that you had to play nice when it came to events like these. It had charity tables for people with fat wallets, designer gowns, champagne and food you couldn’t pronounce. Let’s keep the fighting to a minimum, girls.

H[/color]owever, at the moment, no one was thinking of playing nice. One Silver girl was thinking about murder, the other was thinking of mutiny. Which one? I couldn’t tell you. It’s a family tradition to be, at least, one of three things: bitchy, blue-eyed and bitter. Both seemed to be all three a the moment. “Why did you talk me into this? I was getting along fine before you came into the picture.” Sitting on the marble flooring of their shared bathroom ( good parenting, people need to get along ) was Max Silver, the newest she-Silver to move to Valkyrie. Curling her long legs around one another, the surfer restlessly looked up into the rolling eyes of Tristan Silver, her half-sister. Tristan had talked her into dying her hair. Colorizing the blonde locks all good surfer girls had, in exchange for a “more tasteful” shade of brown. Aunt Sarah ( how did that work, exactly? ) had been all for it. Something about it bringing out her eyes. Whatever. “Because you like to listen to what I have to say. He doesn’t like you anyways, so get over it.” Half-listening to the constant grumblings of her relative, Tristan had long learned how to multi-task in such situations. “And hold still.” Furrowing her manicured eyebrows together, the Valkyrie native stripped the rubber gloves from her slender hands and pushed the Utah native away from her. Three hours of her life wasted because Max couldn’t hold still and let her dye her entire head. God. “Let it sit for awhile longer before you mess it up. Now come on. We need to get ready.” Much as she hated it, there was little else for Tristan to do on the day of one of their weekly charity events. She had grown up with these stupid parties. It was just like going to school for her.

T[/color]ruth be told, she didn’t know what to think anymore. Max had been living in Valkyrie for nearly a month now, and more had happened in those four short weeks than in the past seventeen years of her life. The school had been under lockdown because someone had brought a gun to school. A gun! Two fourteen year-old girls were dead because of it. Friendships were broken, relationships were trashed, and people were left lost and confused. This had been the first dose of reality for many Valkyrie citizens. Partying didn’t seem quite the same anymore, now that they knew their actions could have more severe consequences than needing a facelift by twenty-five. So you could understand her hesitance at the sudden glamorous cycle Tristan seemed to be pushing her through. She didn’t have a second to protest as the Australian beauty impatiently pulled her up from the bathroom floor and gripped her wrist in a death-lock, practically dragging her down the hallway to her tastefully decorated bedroom. Moving her blue eyes around the sparsely furnished room, Max timidly moved across the dark, wooden floors to collapse on the pristinely made bed. Why did this room just scream ‘Tristan’?

I[/color]t took an hour; a solid sixty minutes of her otherwise valuable time to get her relative looking somewhere between hot and decent. Can you believe that? Tristan Silver, nastiest bitch in all of Valkyrie, took time out of her day to be nice to someone? No. I wouldn’t exactly call it nice. More like charitable. Her parents were already beyond pissed off over the latest Scandal Star entry ( how did they know about that? ) that she had posted on, you guessed it, herself. If she hadn’t assisted Max in becoming Valk-girl ready, she had been looking at life without her car. Tristan Silver without her shiny new Lamborghini was not a good combination. Yet, here they were, at precisely six fifty-seven on Friday, May 4th, 2007, both looking like respectable members of the Silver family.

"G[/color]irls! Come downstairs, people are arriving.”[/i]

H[/color]earing the overly processed voice of Sarah Silver ringing through the entire estate, Tristan pulled the strap of her shoe tighter and motioned for Max to get the fuck out of her bedroom. She could fidget with her dress when someone else can babysit her. “I look like such a fucking disco ball.” Complaining loudly as the two she-Silvers descended the wide, sweeping staircase into the foyer of the large mansion, Max looked over her shoulder at Tristan, who was, as usual, busy rolling her eyes. How the hell did anyone stand five minutes in a room with either of these girls? “At least you’re embracing your name. Now go already.” Muttering darkly under her breath, the Australian female took hold of Max’s wrist yet again and pulled her down the stairs after her

"H[/color]ere we are, Mother.”[/b] Putting on her sugary sweet voice as their heels clicker-clackered across the wooden floors, Tristan smiled harmoniously. With the amount of fake-smiling she did around her parents, she’d need that facelift by twenty-four. Sarah Silver, looking rather like a worn leather couch in her too-tight cocktail number, clutched the arm of her husband, moving her matching blue eyes over the appearances of both teenage girls. “Oh, you look lovely, Maxine!” God, could her voice get anymore annoying? As Max smiled awkwardly at the Valk-mother, Tristan crossed her arms bitterly. Leaning her slight weight onto one of her hips, her eyes immediately began to search out one of the seedy waiters holding a tray of champagne glasses. There had better be hard liquor at the after-party. “Couldn’t you have just worn the Prada number I laid out for you early, Tristan? This one makes you look a little hippy.” Thanks, mom. Snapping her eyes back down to her petite mother, Tristan merely smiled sweetly at her once again. “It’s just water weight, mommy. I’m sure I won’t look like an elephant at your age.” Sarcasm lacing her words, her eyes brightened as the two butlers standing by the front doors opened them gracefully. Sorry, mom, we can play-fight later. “Look! They’re here!”

T[/color] The same falsely sweet tone highlighting her accented voice, Tristan snatched up Max’s hand and pulled her away from the Parents of Torture. God. Being around Max, at least she didn’t have to pretend to be the sweet little girl she had been when she was six. “They told me to babysit you tonight. So don’t be annoying.” Carelessly letting go of the surfer girl’s hand, she smiled flirtatiously at one of the waiter’s holding the champagne. Holding one of the glasses, she sipped on it gracefully, standing right near the front doors, Max ineptly standing beside her. “I don’t have a choice in that, do I?” “No. So follow my lead and play nice.” Now or never, right?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

status,, complete.
length,, 1629 words.
clothing,, max and tristan.
notes,, woo, so I finally got this together.
Yes, I realize it is amazingly terrible. Let the event begin!<33
credits,, lyrics to fleetwood mac. format to me.

[Paolo Giovanni]

PAOLO, BEVIN, & TINO ,

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^{"now give me something to believe."}

I TRIED TO BE THE ONE THAT EVERYBODY LOVED
WHERE HAS THIS GOTTEN ME? I TEAR MYSELF TO
SHREADS TO PROVE THAT I'M SOMEONE I COULD NEVER BE
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Paolo Giovanni paused briefly outside the door of his mother's room. The door was slightly ajar. Paolo tightened his tied on the pressed tux he was wearing for the night and knocked twice before opening the door with his hand. His mother, Annora Giovanni, stood in a long black dress, her hair in long curls down her back in front of her vanity. "Mom?" he asked, entering the room. Annora jumped slightly and turned to face him. "Oh, Paolo, I didn't see you there." Paolo muttered a quick 'sorry' before he walked the distance till he was standing behind his mother. He was about five inches taller than her which looked like he was towering over her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Mom, you- we don't have to go to this tonight. If you don't want to." It was pretty obvious what Paolo was talking about. Annora's daughter, Paolo's sister, was dead and now they were invited to this charity party thing at the Silvers' house. This marking the first public outing of the Giovannis since the youngest daughter passed away. He heard his mom sniff and turn towards her middle son. "No, no. We- I need this right now." Annora gave a forced smile and patted Paolo on the cheek, "You should just stop worrying about me." She made it sound like a joke, but the pain behind her voice made Paolo wince. Annora probably knew that Paolo knew she was not all right. She turned sharply, inhaling deeply. "I'm not completely ready, but go find Constantino and Miles, make sure they are ready. I'll be down in a minute."

As much as Paolo wanted to try and reason with her, what she said was final, and he wouldn't dare press it anymore. He just nodded and left her room. He traveled down the stairs to the kitchen. Where Tino was eating a banana while sitting on the island bar. In a couple minutes, Miles joined them, the Giovanni boys always looks groomed to perfection during events like these. They were a well-known family, and Mr. Giovanni in the "importing and exporting" business brought in a lot of money, the Gios often gave back a lot to various charities, this one being no exception. Paolo just thought because of his mother's mental being, they could just mail the Silvers' their donation, they didn't have to go tonight to let everyone know they were donating.

The small talk was limited, because Paolo was in his own world at the moment but before he could collect any more of his thoughts, Annora came down, looking happy. "Ok, boys. Ready to go?" Paolo insisted driving. The car ride was relatively quiet, there was the small conversation Tino and Miles seemed to have in the backseat, but soon there were driving up the big driveway of Silvers'. Yeah, 'round the corner and down the street. That's what you get for living in areas where the rich like yourself live in walking distance from each other. He drove their vehicle to the entrance, those lovely valets there to get the car. By the time he got around, Tino was already gone. Well, he did say he was meeting someone, so he followed his mother dutifully behind her as she checked them in. He felt that he should at least accompany her for the first hour, make sure she was 'herself' he knew people would be mentioning Angelica, and Paolo was concerned on how his mother would take all the sympathy. So he did stay with Annora, glancing around occasionally trying to find either Sam or Bailey. He knew they were both coming, so he guessed it was whichever one he ran into first.

Bevin stood near the entrance, feeling like the biggest loser, like she was waiting for her mother to pick her up. It was funny actually, in the old family beater, Cathleen O'Grady dropped her daughter off quite a ways back. Like the family shit-mobile would look elegant against all these BMWs and Hummers. Yeah, she actually took the hike in these damn heels just to avoid embarrassment, (trust me embarrassment didn't come often to Bevin.) Speaking of these shoes! Balancing on a surfboard against unpredictable waves were easier than this. Why she let her mother do the things she did... She already had a feeling that this wasn't a good idea. Her coming to this. 'This' being some big charity event where donations for this EPIC where probably a minimum of something six figures. The thought of going didn't even cross her mind. Until her friend, Constantino Giovanni asked her to go with him, as the family's plus one. Yes, Bevin had been demoted to a mere 'plus one' and she really didn't want to go, how 'out of her element' can a swanky, ritzy, Valk charity event get? Especially for a girl with two left feet? She'd probably break some ice sculpture of a swan or something.

So what really did her in? Ninety-five percent of it was probably the begging she endured. The other five percent? Probably just curiosity on how things were run at things like these. Not like any of her family (even extended) were ever really invited to these things. Like, come on, could you actually see her brother, Finn, going to one of these things? That would be completely bizarre. It made her mother's day. The day Bevin went and asked her to help her find a dress and look decent for this party. Let's face it, the Turner's really can't afford the top designer, one-of-a-kind dresses, but running a motel, that gives you some extra cash here and there. So Cathleen took Bevin dress shopping for the first time in her sixteen years of living. Bevin was never girly, so she wasn't looking for some pink frilly dress that made her look like a Barbie Princess. That might work for some girls, but just not her. They actually decided on this black and white number. Basic, slimming, but still dressy.

There was a tap on her shoulder, and being so absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't even notice the sounds of footsteps. "Tino! her blue eyes widened into a smile as she went in to hug him. Tino just grinned as he held her hand, their arms outstretched. He gave Bevin an obvious up/down which made her feel uncomfortable. "Bevin, you look great!" Great wasn't bad, right? "Really? Because I'm gonna break an ankle tonight, I'll probably pit out 'cause I'm wearing silk, and not to mention I think my boobs are spilling out all over the place." Oh, the girl really never censored much, did she? Then again, this was Tino, one of her best guy friends. "You look fine," he tried to reassure her, though it wasn't helping her. He started leading her towards the entrance. For some odd reason, Bevin felt really nervous. "My family already went in and-" "Is Miles here?" Tino smirked a bit, and she immediately felt like a doofus for asking. "Yeah, he is." Yeah so Tino happened to know Bevin was crushing on Miles. Even more lately, considering the horrible almost-dates with that jackass Robbie Wallace that stood her up twice. Well, that did something to her ego, but she believed in those weird things that happen in life, kinda like fate, or like a sign. Maybe it was just the powers that be telling her to stop putzing around and just take one of the many offers Miles gave her. Somehow, Tino was telling the ritzy bouncer that he was 'Constantino Giovanni' and 'Bevin Turner' was their plus one. Soon, they were in the foyer, many people already filtering around in the house. Her eyes probably looked like globes, they were that big. She was sure the lights and shine from the chandelier was in the reflection of her eyes. "Wow," was all she said, because this entire lifestyle was nothing she'd seen before, she was actually left speechless.


STATUS, complete
CRED, me, fools.
WORD COUNT, 1339
LYRICS, 'family tradition' - senses fail
CLOTHES, paolo, bevin, & tino
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, yay first post! lol

[Min-Sook Park]

•• the malindas !
"they're similar, yet different at the same time."



*/ I'M CHECKING YOUR SMILE ,
working you back like it's gone out of style

( FRIDAY, MAY 4TH, 2007 )
the silver estate: event fourteen
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"You mean that you've spent almost an hour picking out a dress? You're not even ready yet?" The voice belonged to Amber Malinda and it was filled with both shock and frustration. "Obviously not or I'd look ready to go, duh!" Nikki responded, hand on hip and twirling a lock of her blond hair. Yes, she still was the Barbie that she had turn into. Old, tomboy Nikki had been gone a while ago. She came for a short visit during the school shooting while talking to Nina Suresh, but it wasn't long before that girl disappeared and new Nikki took her place. "Oh. My. Effing. Gawd." Amber fell back into the couch, not even bothering to make sure her dress and hair was fine. Samantha Malinda was also there, on the far side of the couch, reading a book, but her mind had been focused on something else than the book. Right now, however, she just wished that Nikki and Amber would be quiet. Not like she would tell them to do that, of course. "Umm, Nik- Uh, I mean Nicole." She corrected herself, knowing that Nikki 'renamed' herself. At least to her family members she did. For some reason, to everyone else, she still considered herself Nikki. "If you can, can you please try to get ready? Erm...quicky? We're going to be late at this r-rate." Sam hadn't even looked up from her book, but she still couldn't even focus on it. She was able to for a second and then realized that it was the dictionary. Her brain really wasn't working right today.

"You can't rush beauty and perfection, hun. No guarentees, but consider it a early b-day present if I succeed." Even though Sam wasn't even looking at her, she winked at her cousin and walked up the stairs. Amber looked at the stairs even after Nikki was nowhere in sight. Once again, she was surprised. Was this really the tomboy cousin she once had? Rolling her eyes, she took off her heels. "So much better." She sighed with satisfaction. Heels were torture, even the ones that weren't super tall. She wasn't use to them and she probably never would be. Turning on the tv, Amber kept switching channels, hoping to find something good on tv. Meanwhile, Sam had the dictionary opened in her lap, not even bothering to put it away and find an actual book. No wonder the book wasn't taking her mind off of Paolo - it was a dictionary! He had just been so distant lately, and also had been around Bailey. She couldn't help but think of the worse, even if a side of her knew that Paolo would never do anything bad, right? Especially after the whole thing with Coco. At least that's what she hoped. At first, she figued it was just his sister. Johnny Jones had shot her during the school shooting and Samantha could understand why he would be distant. His family also had to be mourning, but lately, she'd been having second thoughts. Thinking that it could be more than just his sister. You see, Samantha never lost anyone really close to her, so she didn't know how hard it could be on a person.

Another hour passed and "I'm doooonneee!" Nikki sang. "Told you guys I would be quick." Technically, an hour wasn't that long since it was a big event and that's how long some people around here usually took to get ready on a casual day, but for Amber and Sam, it had been too long. Sam was still on the couch, staring at the book, lost in her thoughts while Amber's head was tilted - She fell asleep. Before Sam could say anything, Nikki said, "So I thought I was going to be late, but then Seth, you know, Amber's brother that came to Valkyrie this morning? He looked at the invite and was like," She made her voice lower, trying to sound like a guy. "You got the time wrong. You still have an hour." Her voice changed back to normal. "So I was like, 'Okay'. But I still got ready fast for your late b-day present. So what if we're a teeny bit late? We'll make it at a good time." All Sam could do was look up for a moment, then look back down. Her family remembered her birthday, but a certain someone didn't. And when Nikki said all of this, Amber was asleep and she wasn't aware of the fact that her brother, who she hated, was in Valkyrie. Nikki walked over to Amber, leaned over to her ear, and sang/shouted, "Waaake uppp!" Amber immediately jumped up and blinked a few times. "H-huh?" Once she realized what was going on, she said, "Sooooo, are we ready to go?"

"Yeah. And I forgot to tell you guys, they went earlier, not wanting to be late, because I had no clue how long you" When she said 'you', she looked at Nikki. "were going to take to get ready." Amber looked confused for a second. "Who's 'they'? Oh wait." Realizing that it was her aunt and uncle, she said, "Nevermind. Let's just go." She said, putting on her heels once again. Standing up, she seemed pretty stiff, trying not to fall. It was going to be a long night. Luckily, they got there pretty soon and the three Malindas were able to split up. They had their own places they wanted to go. Well, Amber didn't really. She considered going to find her aunt and uncle, considering how this was suppose to be kind of family-ish, right? But it seemed like all the people her age, or around her age (since everyone seemed so much older), had nothing to do with their parents. She expected to come here and see kids forced to be around their parents or family members, but it was like everyone was split up. Adults all chatting and as for the others? Well, some were like, trying to get drunk and some were like Amber - bored out of her mind, but after looking around, she seemed like the only one with nothing to do. Just great.

As soon as she could, Nikki seperated from Samantha and Amber. She had seem them enough everyday, so it's not like she had to spend anymore time with them than she already did. Of course, she hadn't spent much time with her family lately. Even her sister, Natalie, who used to be so close was drifting away, but Nikki hadn't noticed. Just like how she hadn't noticed at the school shooting how depressed Nina was, when usually, they had like, twin telepathy. Okay, not really, but they were close, but not, Nikki had changed so much that everything was different with her. She had thought that the change was good, but not everyone enjoyed her change, not that she cared what they thought. It give her confidence, even if sometimes she was faking that confidence. The blonde was pretty bored even though she had just gotten to the Silver Estate. Looking around, she spotted some wine glasses and whatnot, but how would she drink with adults at every corner. Old Nikki wouldn't even consider doing what New Nikki wanted to do. And trust me, this girl will find a way to get what she wants. Even if it was just one sip.

As for Samantha Malinda, she would have been bored if she hadn't been thinking so much. Paolo had been so distant lately. She loved him so much and just not being able to be with him was hurting her, especially when he seemed to make time for Bailey - from her point of view, at least. She didn't want to seem clingy, since it would only drive him away more and she couldn't deal with that. Constantino would sometimes call her his 'sister in law' but at this point, she wasn't sure if they would make it that far. Knowing that she herself was a worry wart, Sam tried the most she could to make herself believe that she was over-reacting. I mean, come on. He just lost his sister recently. It wasn't something that was easy to deal with, not that Sam would know, but she could imagine even if her imagination didn't give her many answers. She was so lost in her thoughts, but once she saw Paolo Giovanni, she walked over to him. "Hi." She said quietly, before giving him a small kiss. Oh how it felt so good to kiss him again. Gave her some reassurance that everything was fun, but not much. "How have you've been?" Her voice still quiet, like usual. She had no clue what else to ask, but she had to know how he's been lately, with his sister out of his life.

"You can make it through this. You can make it." Amber muttered to herself, trying to walk normally. "Tippy toes. Tippy toes. One Step. Two. One. Two." She kept saying to herself over and over again until she got to the corner of the room that seemed pretty desserted but there were a few chairs and a table. Seeing that gave her the strength to make there and Amber sat down, relieved. She put her bag on the table, only to realize that something was inside. Opening it, she saw her camera and some wires. "Live webcast!" She said to herself. Then she realized that she couldn't do it without a computer, which she obviously didn't bring. "Dang i- Ohmygosh." She beamed when she saw a computer just a few steps away. This was fate. It was like the vlogging gods wanted her to do a webcast. Looking around to make sure no one saw her, she quickly went over to the computer and set up everything. She pressed record and made a quick video. "Hey guys! Amber here. Anyways, I know this is last minute at all, but I'm dying from boredom here. Soo, live webcast! Just go to my BlogTv, link on the side, and I'll login in a few minutes, kay?" She ended the video and uploaded it and then went straight to blogtv.com where she logged in. You see, the girl wasn't like Fred, Ryan Higa, or even Michael Buckley, with tons of subscribers and whatnot, but she was known and that meant that people would be watching and she wouldn't be talking to herself.

This time, she didn't even care if anyone saw her. She made sure everything was in place and that her face wasn't like, in the corner of the screen. Soon enough, Amber started her webcast. "Heyyyy! It's Amber. So, I'm at this charity event that is suppose to be all awesome and whatnot, but really? I'm dying in these heels. How do you people walk in these?" She paused for a moment, before going on. "Watching Sesame Street would be so much better than this, but, then again, that's because Elmo and the Cookie Monster are bomb. We all know that." And that was just the start of her webcast. Starting off with Sesame Street? Great topic, Amber Malinda.

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( tagged ) event fourteen, bby! let's see, tagging nina for nikki, paolo for sam, & alex, tino, maybe hayden (?) for amber (:
( notes )
( clothes ) nikki & sam & amber.
( credits ) for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from green light by john legend ft. andre 3000.

[anabellehoux]

ANABEL / COCO

SO YOU PRAY TO GOD
TO JUSTIFY THE WAY YOU LIVE

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A strong scent of Chanel No. 5 wavered into the air of Coco Lehoux's bedroom, as the two Lehoux blondes got ready for the party their parents were bringing them to. Well, Coco's parents and Anabel's aunt and uncle, the ever so fabulous Louis and Ambroisse Lehoux. The parents themselves were never home, so it was a shock that they had made time for the Silver's party. Due to the fact that both families had lived in Valkyrie for generations, it was almost natural that they'd either be enemies or friends. Luckily, they were friends. Charity balls and social gatherings for the rich and lovely were a common such thing in Valkyrie and while Anabel had been to many charities or gatherings, it was more of for the famous. The red carpet, the small talk with reporters, the kiss kiss motive, the photo ops, the high class, etc. When Coco had proposed that they were being forced to another charity ball, Anabel had been intrigued. "Remercier Dieu que vous avez obtenu à la ville à temps pour ceci, Anabel. Je ne peux pas imaginer sincèrement aller seul à ce gala, sans parler d'avec Hugh et son enfant." 'Thank God you got to town in time for this, Anabel. I sincerely can't imagine going alone to this gala, let alone with Hugh and his child.' Coco said, with a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips and her curling iron twirling against her bangs.

Anabel watched Coco's lips move to the correct words in the mirror, and then sighed as she put on her heels with a cigarette dangling from her lips as well. Both Lehoux girls were, openly, chain smokers. "Coco, I try to learn English now. You are to help me. No French." Anabel reminded her cousin, as she took a long puff and walked gracefully to the full length mirror, looking at her hair and then her backside. Turning in angles, she could see some tiny ribs poking from her back, and sighed with satisfaction. She earned money this way, so appearances meant a great deal to her. "But I am glad too. It does sound interesting and Ambroisse got ready all day. She must be excited." Coco chuckled at this, nodding as she fluffed her bangs and sprayed it with a strawberry scented hair spray. "Yes, well -" Coco said, letting out another puff of her cigarette before dabbing it into her shining, marble ashtray. "Ambroisse does adore Darren and Sarah Silver." As Anabel focused to figure out what Coco said, after a few moments, she understood and nodded. As long as this was a respectable party, where if any paparazzi were to see her, she was fine with this. Suddenly, the intercom in Coco's room chimed. "Can you get that please? I'm almost done." Coco said, as Anabel watched Coco's lips from the reflection of the vanity desk mirror and nodded.

Making her way to the intercom, she pressed the receiving button. "Bonj - Hello?" Anabel spoke int the intercom, as the voice of her uncle, Louis Lehoux, spoke. "We are leaving. Come now, ladies." Anabel turned off the intercom and walked to the desk, dabbing out her cigarette. It was shocking to see how well the family was handling Jude's death. Well, for the most part. Anabel had noticed something exceptionally different about Coco, and the family in itself had become darker. Darker than usual you could say. However, she had yet to talk to Coco about Jude, so she decided that she wouldn't dabble into it. Coco slowly stood up and looked at Anabel, whom was a skyscraper compared to her tiny, petite self. Yet, their family noses, hair, cheekbones and bodies ran in the family. It was a lovely gene pool. Opening her bedroom door, Coco noticed to Anabel as she adjusted the cleavage on her dress and her purse. In her purse held the usual - her phone, rum bottle and weed. Who needed a wallet, chap stick and car keys anyways? Anabel, on the other hand, was the type to carry her Blackberry, lipstick, wallet and pack of cigarettes in her wallet.

From that, you could supposedly learn a lot about a person. As both Lehoux girls walked out of the room, they noticed Louis and Ambroisse waiting by the door. However, the parents didn't speak to either of the girls. Just nodded to them as they walked out. This was another reason Anabel found this place exceptionally cold. The Lehoux parents weren't much for talkers, but lately, they hadn't talked at all. The place was always cold, literally, and Anabel wanted nothing more but to soak up the warmth of a party. Atmosphere. That was what it was all about. The limo was lonely, as the girls didn't speak to one another, bur Anabel could tell that neither Coco, Louis, or Ambroisse were in the chatty mood. However, everything changed. It was as if there was an on switch that Anabel failed to recognize, for right as they approached the Spanish styled mansion, everyone's expression changed. As they got out, Ambroisse kissed both girls on the cheeks.

"Oh you girls look marvelous tonight. Louis, straighten up your tie." Ambroisse said, with a quick kiss on her husband's cheek. Anabel watched in astonishment, how the cold front of the Lehouxs changed once they were around people. It was all so fake, but hey, Anabel had dated actors before. She was not new to this kind of thing, she was simply surprised to see it come from her relatives. "Stick by me." Coco noted, as she entangled her arm into Anabel's as they approached the mansion. Anabel noticed the gaze of many people, maybe from the fact that they had seen her at fashion shows they had run themselves, or maybe that they had never seen her in Valkyrie before. Either way, Coco led the way, a devilish smirk playing on her face. Louis and Ambroisse gave a warm welcome to Sarah and Darren, commenting on the beautiful home and the party itself. Coco nodded to Tristian, almost smirking. "Who are they?" Anabel questioned, as Coco grabbed two flutes of champagne for the both of them.

"Well that's Tristian Silver. I have nothing against her, for she is a Silver, but let's say I'd rather give a hello to a rock. She can be rather dull in a cliche IT girl manner. I also find something off with her, but then again, all the girls around here are.." She paused, as she noticed parents walking by. She gave them a polite smile and stopped her behind the back smack talk. Anabel furrowed her eyebrows at this response from Coco. She didn't quite understand, but nodded along anyways. Slowly, the girls blended into the party, ready to be sulked and divulged into high Valkyrie society. The after party was the only thing to look forward to, that was for sure.

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DATE & TIME : friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
WEATHER : low 70's, breezy
LOCATION : the silver estate, valkyrie, california
CLOTHING & WORD COUNT : wearing this / this & 1434 words
STATUS : tagged to everyone
LOVE NOTES : woooo!
CREDITS : my format, chels for the pictures, kevin rudolf lyrics

[Adrian Mitchell]

THE MITCHELLS ,

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OUCH I HAVE LOST MYSELF AGAIN
LOST MYSELF AND I AM NOWHERE TO BE FOUND,
YEAH I THINK THAT I MIGHT BREAK
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Adrian Mitchell hovered outside his sisters bathroom, not in the impatient way they were both so used to when he would bang loudly on the bathroom door nagging at her to hurry up and the two of them would immaturely bicker at each other through the closed bathroom door. No, none of that happened lately not in this mansion. Knocking softly on the door Adrian turned the door knob gently letting the door swing open slowly ”Hey Bails, you ready yet?” leaning against the door frame, Adrian examined his sister sitting on a stool the house maid Rosetta running a curling iron through his sisters hair. Glancing up at the sound of her brothers voice Bailey winced slightly as a hot curl brushed her shoulder and nodded at him giving him a small smile or was it a grimace? Before he moved away ”Thanks Rosetta, can you let my mother know I’m…I mean we are ready." gesturing at where her older brother just stood the petite brunette placed a smile on her face as the ‘hired help’ nodded moving quickly from the room. Placing her hands on the marble vanity in front of her Bailey leaned forward examining the reflection in front of her; wow make-up could work miracles on people. The dark circles around her eyes where practically invisible at least her appearance suggested that she was doing ok, but we all know looks can be deceiving.

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hey knew they didn't have to do this, Adrian thought it was too soon for them to go to something like this, but his mother Diana insisted that they go that this was something they just couldn't miss. They had tried to talk her out of it, both Adrian and Bailey because honestly neither of them wanted to go and they knew despite their mother overcompensating and saying everything was ok, she was still a grieving mother who had just lost a child. But Diana Parker-Mitchell was a stubborn and very strong woman traits she had passed on to all her children. So when the invite came to attend the charity event for EPIC, Diana saw an oppurtunity to show everyone that the Mitchell's were doing fine even if behind closed doors they weren't, because in Valkyrie appearances mean't everything.

M[/size]aybe the way their mother was acting should worry them, but to Adrian he was just worried he knew his family was fucked up and his knew his mother was always trying to hide it and she hid it well, it was amazing what money could do but if this was her way of grieving it was trully fucked up, but nonetheless he would be there for her, she was his mother he had to protect her. Brushing his messy hair out of his face, dug his hands into the pockets of his suit pants feeling the crackle of a small plastic zip-lock bag against his hand. Marijuana, ha typical Adrian Mitchell style the boy never left home without some especially when going to events like these. He was dreading tonight, but he had to go to look out for his mother and sister god knows how Bailey would handle tonight, she seemed to be alot more on edge then he was, maybe he should offer her a joint?

Of course Bailey would say no though, she was strictly an alcohol only girl hell she had even asked Adrian to sneak a flask of vodka into her clutch for her, because of course their mother and step father had hidden all the booze from their alcoholic trouble-maker, but everyone needed a vice. Diana Mitchell popped anti-depressants, Adrian smoked pot and Bailey drank until she forgot and right now the entire Mitchell family wanted to forget. Standing in the foyer of the mansion, Bailey ran a hand through the curls in her hair, holding her clutch tightly against her side, her mother Diana beside her dressed in couture Yve Saint Laurent looking every bit like a beautiful Stepford Wife her dark brunette hair pinned up in a elegant french knot. Diana bustled her daughter and husband out hurrying them towards the black rolls royce limousine that was in the drive-way of their estate. Glancing from her mother to Caleb as the two of them made their way to the limo, Bailey slipped back inside as soon as her mothers head turned away.

"And what do you think your doing?" Furrowing her brows, Bailey placed a knowing look on her face as she walked out onto the back balcony where Adrian stood a half smoked joint in hand. Throwing the joint to the ground, Adrian shrugged stepping on it as he walked towards his sister "Y'know just thinking." Bailey nodded, of course he was thinking thats all he had been doing lately, thinking and smoking but the two of them hadn't spoken about Jenny's death or Jude's, at least not to each other. Both of them had been silent throughout the funeral, both Caleb and Bailey and Adrian's real father George Parker had gotten up to say a few words but that was it, what could they say? Grabbing her brothers arm, Bailey pulled him towards the door "The limo is out the front."

T[/size]he short ride to the Silvers Estate was silent and eerie, Bailey almost burst out of the limo as they pulled up Adrian behind her helping their mother out of the car, Caleb was already shaking hands with fellow Valkers a broad smile on his face very unlike the sullen look he was wearing in the limo. Fighting back a disgusted look Bailey turned back to Adrian and her mother watching blankly as her mother insisted Adrian go wait for Jordin and not fuss on her, giving Bailey a helpless glance Adrian waited outside the foyer looking for the familiar blonde "It's ok Adrian really I'm fine, me and your sister will go inside" forcing a reassuring smile on her face, Diana stepped forward linking arms with her daughter plastering a smile on her face as they walked into the magnificent foyer Caleb walking along behind them talking politics with a balding man wearing tailored Armani.

"Caleb, Diana and Bailey Mitchell" her mother chimed at the man who was holding the guest list, ticking off names as the well to do Valkers flocked in. Her mothers tone made Bailey inwardly cringe, the woman was overcompensating but the man didn't seem to notice giving them a nod and telling them to have a wonderful evening as he ticked off their names, Diana pulling her daughter into the party with her overcompensating enthusiasm. "Mom are you sure your ok?" Bailey whispered to her mother, as she leaned in pretending to fix Diana's hair who fervently nodded at her daughter, of course Bailey didn't believe her but like her brother she would admit defeat and leave her mother be, knowing that Caleb wouldn't leave his wife's side at least not tonight not even to flirt with the waitresses, god bless him.

L[/size]ooking around Bailey spotted Paolo Giovanni with his girlfriend Samantha Malinda a girl Bailey wasn't familiar with, but Paolo seemed to think the world of her. Giving him a small smile and wave from across the room Bailey took a seat at an empty table, her phone beeping from inside her clutch. Grabbing it out she flipped it open reading the message she had just received, oh you have got to be fucking kidding.

'left without me? tsk tsk. c u soon b. love jules.'

N[/size]ow they'll really have to bust out the fake smiles.

STATUS, complete
WORD COUNT, 1393
LYRICS , 'breathe me' - sia
CLOTHES , adrian & bailey
TAGGED , to everyone!
NOTES , eh sucky. georgie jules will be in the next post promiseee.
CREDIT , icons by mwa, format inspired by lainey
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[Jason Lévesque]

GARRETT / ANNE / JASON

CHAMPAGNE WISHES, CAVIAR DREAMS
YOU DESERVE NOTHIN' BUT THE FINER THINGS

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She was back, but at the same time she wasn't. He was back and couldn't feel more comfortable. He had never left, but wondered if that was for the worse. The three Lévesques, two siblings, one cousin, notorious in their manner. Respected. Known. Famous. That was the essence of a Lévesque. The two Lévesque parents, Romaine and Gregoire had been just as prepared for the Silver charity ball as the Lehouxs. In fact, Ambroisse and Romaine had gotten their hair done together. Now isn't that precious. Normally the Lehouxs and Lévesques would attend such gatherings together, but ever since Jason moved back into the mansion and Anne came back from the hospital, the parents had tried to make up for them not being there. Well, Romaine did. Gregoire was more of a "glad to see you alive son and daughter" type of man. He wasn't one for a compassionate hug with a side of milk and cookies. The Lévesque mansion really was changing, and for one particular boy, he couldn't be more thrilled.

For Garrett had spent a good couple months of awkwardly attending these charities with his Aunt and Uncle - alone. Or he'd just sit in the mansion library with the only sound from the thousands old square feet being a clock ticking back and forth. But now that both Anne and Jason had arrived to the mansion at the same time, the Lévesque estate was bustling with life once more. The maids actually had a purpose, as well as the cooks. Garrett loved that kind of stability, granted that even though he had to go to another Charity ball tonight. However, last time he had run into Natalie Malinda, and since their conversation through texting during the shooting, Garrett had been dying to see her. He knew the truth. He knew that she was the New Years Eve kiss during the Masquerade, while she had thought it was Mark. He just needed to tell her the truth. So, as he straightened up his suit, he simply planned on optimism. "And just when I thought you couldn't look any more feminine." A dark voice sounded from the bedroom door.

Jason stood with his arms crossed and a chuckle playing on his lips. Why not? His life was fucking good right now. Granted he was on probation, couldn't drive, etc. However, his sister had forgotten all about the fight so now they were on good terms. He and Brianna were actually drama free and skipped school perfectly to avoid the school shooting. Luck of the draw maybe. Then, he moved back in, and man did he miss having everything handed to him. Jason's life, for once, was really good. Garrett glanced over his shoulder and shook his head. "Yet I'm still bigger and taller than you?" Garrett chuckled, as Jason snarled and walked inside the room, mindlessly observing. "That's jail time my friend. Just wait - I'll be back in shape before you know it." Garrett then rose his eyebrows with disbelief. "Since when were you ever in shape?" Jason slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and didn't reply. "Oh come on Jason, don't smoke in here!" Garrett answered in an annoyed tone, snatching the cigarette and throwing it out the bedroom window. Jason shrugged, chuckling lightly. "Calm down, little boy. Don't you want to blow off steam after the whole, you know, fucking shoot -"

Whirling around quickly, Garrett clenched his jaw, strain pulsating through his cheekbones. "Shut up, Jason. Go get Anne, I'm sure Gregoire and Romaine want to be timely." Jason didn't bother with lasting around Garrett anyways. It was as if the two boys had switched, for now Jason was final just in a simple place in his life, while Garrett had this overbearing guilt over his head. Garrett had the idea that it was his fault that Johnny had shot himself and Jason could only get annoyed of that - because it was quite obvious that the boy was messed up to begin with. He questioned Garrett's intelligence all the time. Walking to Anne's bed room, he noticed several people filling up the room, with soft Rachel Yamagata playing and the smell of thick Burberry perfume sticking in the air. "God, Anne. Could you be more like Romaine?" Jason yelled into the room, not sure where she was in the mess of make up, hair, clothes, shoes and nail stylists. Finally, however, he saw the petite brunette at the vanity mirror desk, her lips plump with lip gloss and her new bangs flapping on her eyelids. "Jason, do you understand what a comeback is?" Jason smirked, as he took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, walking over to Anne's pictures. Before the car crash, there were pictures of Oscar, Bailey and torn up ones of Haley. But when Anne had returned, she had taken down anything she didn't remember. The girl knew that she had missed a year, but she didn't intend on believing that she fell in love with Oscar Lyon or that BAD became BBAD.

"Watch it!" Anne snarled to a stylist that had hurriedly poked her in the eye with the eyeliner. "God, incompetence." She complained, as she fluffed her hair and then slowly stood up. "So, Jason, does this look like a lost girl who has been in the hospital for.. how long was that?" She asked nonchalantly, as if her situation was no big deal. Taking a slow puff, opening her bedroom window to filter out the smoke, he reminded her, "Four months." You dumb bitch. He noted, in a slightly annoyed tone. To be honest, Jason knew this Anne, it was the sophomore Anne. The sophomore Anne was all about fun and was reckless. Granted, Anne was always a bitch, but this kind of bitch was just ditsy and drunk. Ever since the accident, their parents had made extreme precautions about the drinking, for their own son had gotten a D.U.I and their daughter got in a drunk driving accident in the same night. Usually champagne was alright at these functions for them, but for a while, they were banned. Glancing over at his sister examining herself in the mirror before putting on her shoes, he took another puff. "Sure you want to go to this? I'm sure Bailey will be there." Anne glanced over, her expression changed. "How many times do I have to tell everyone? I don't know her, alright? Even if we were friends, I'm sure it was out of pity." Anne was determined to finish all this nonsense.

The girl accepted that she had a year's worth of memory. But she wanted to figure it out on her own.

Soon enough the three teenagers were off with Gregoire and Romaine. Unlike Louis and Ambroisse, Romaine was by Anne's side most of the time, and Gregoire was at least mentioning to Jason that he better not embarrass the family name tonight. Jason and Anne had their fair share of fuck ups, and they figured it was only Garrett's turn to put down his 'save everyone' figurine and screw something up. When arriving to the Silvers, which was right down the street really, Jason and Garrett didn't leave either of Anne's side. "You guys are pathetic. Don't you have like, girlfriends?" Anne asked, rolling her eyes as Jason coughed, putting out his cigarette. Nope, for while he was banned from alcohol, his parents didn't care about cancer sticks. It was very European in the Levesque household. Garrett ignored Anne's attitude as he still stayed by her side. Smiling politely, the three children knew one thing. How to impress parents. Garrett did the genuine smile. Anne did the adorable smile. Jason did the knowing smirk.

Ringers if you were ask me. Walking in, Anne waved to Tristian, whom she had known for a good portion of her life. Jason watched her with interest, almost a devilish one, as he noticed Anne didn't know any of the Malindas, and had walked briskly past Bailey. "She's all yours." Jason smirked, as he sat down next to Bailey. "Well now, Aussie. This is just terrible, isn't it? Poor best friend doesn't remember you. I guess you're not that special." Jason always held a particular disliking towards Bailey because she rejected so God damn much. Standing up, he walked over to Nikki Malinda, whom was downing glasses. 'Atta girl. "Why hello, Nikki." He smirked, eyeing her up and down. "Happen to know where the other blonde of your family is? You know, the hotter one?" Jason's full intention was to see Brianna tonight, and if he didn't, he was sure he'd fuck up something. So there you go. Garrett not leaving Anne's side, giving Adrian and Bailey apologetic stares for everything really, while Jason cooed a blonde once more. Maybe things don't change, really.

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DATE & TIME : friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
WEATHER : low 70's, breezy
LOCATION : the silver estate, valkyrie, california
CLOTHING & WORD COUNT : garrett / jason / anne & 1860 words
STATUS : tagged to everyone
LOVE NOTES : ah, i love roleplaying this trio. they have no plots, so if anyone is open, let's free will it.
CREDITS : my format, chels for the pictures, kevin rudolf lyrics

[maddie]

•• the malindas !
"they're similar, yet different at the same time."



*/ I'M CHECKING YOUR SMILE ,
working you back like it's gone out of style

( FRIDAY, MAY 4TH, 2007 )
the silver estate: event fourteen
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"If the rest of the girls in...What was the name of this place again?" The voice came from the passenger seat of the car and it was directed toward the driver, who was Maddie. "Valkyrie." she answered, keeping her eye on the road. Knowing her, anything could happen, even if it was a millisecond where she decided to turn and look at Seth. "How are you suppose to spell that?" He asked, more of a rhetorical question. "V-A-L-K-Y-R-I-E." She replied, not paying enough attention to him to really care if he wanted a reply or not. "What are you, a cheerleader? Just add a 'Yay me!'" He mocked with another rhetorical question. "Trust me, I am not a ch-" but she wasn't able to finish, for Seth beat her to it. "Forget it. Now I can't remember what I'm talking about. Thanks a lot." Maddie would have rolled her eyes if he would have been able to see her do it, but he wouldn't, so she didn't. "You were saying if the rest of the girls, you stopped, and then you were given a spelling test. Remember now?" A third voice was added to the mix and it belonged to Gisele Malinda who had an issue of Vogue in her lap, but her eyes was on her Blackberry as she texted. What kind of Blackberry? She didn't care enough to remember. Apparently to her, everybody had iPhones and this girl wanted to be different. Her phone had everything an iPhone had (at least the things she knew of) anyways, so why would she want to have the same thing that people get because they think that it automatically makes them better than they were before? Sorry to break it to you, but it takes more than just a phone to do that.

"Oh yeah! As I was saying, if the rest of the girls in Valkyrie," Seth made sure to put more emphasis on Valkyrie for Maddie to hear. "looked like you, I wouldn't mind staying here for a longer time than I had been planning to." He paused, before turning around so that he was looking, more like examining Gisele, "You do know that technically, we're not related, right?" Texting 'gawd. my cuzin is so stupid.' to one of her many friends, Gisele said, "Not gonna happen, but don't get your hopes up. Not everyone can be as gorgeous as moi." And Maddie was just amazed that she could deal with two amazingly conceited family members on the way to the Valkyrie charity event. "And plus, I tend to go for boys that are attractive with at least a brain somewhere in his head." She finally looked up from the screen and into Seth's eyes and with a smirk, she said, "You're not even close." Chuckling, he replied with sarcasm, "Ouch. That's pretty harsh, don't 'ya think?" Just one car ride from the house to the Silver Estate had so much going on and suddenly Maddie wished that she hadn't offered to drive Gisele and Seth. They were a wild bunch and although Gisele was her sister, even though they weren't really blood-related, she wasn't the same Gisele. People really do change. Why did the Malinda family had to be so huge? If it weren't, they might have actually been able to fit into one car.

"Yes! We're here!" Nothing but relief was heard in her voice. Finally, she was able to get away from these two, even if it was just a little bit. "I just got to Valkyrie," he emphasized once more, but this time, Maddie actually rolled her eyes. "and you're already dragging me to this charity shit?" Unsure of what to say, Maddie still couldn't help but add, "Just...behave..If you can." She knew she couldn't get out of the car until Seth and Gisele did, because she still had to lock it up and whatnot. "Hello? This door isn't going to open itself!" Gisele said, her voice filled with annoyance, mostly reserved for Seth. He got out of the car and opened the door for Gisele and said, "So you won't give me a chance, but you still want me to open the door for you like we're all a date?" He said, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Shut up." She said, getting out, before saying, "I knew I should have taken the limo." Maddie felt the need to point out that the drive wasn't very long to start with and just reserving and waiting for the limo would take longer, but she knew that there would be no point to it.

"Okay ladies and...I suppose I could call you a gentleman, I think I can take it from here." Gisele said before walking to the house. Who needed family, anyways? Making her way up to the front doors, she couldn't help but think about why she was even forced to go to a charity event when she had no clue who the Silvers even were. The name did sound very familiar though, but she just couldn't remember why it was familiar. Although Gisele had just planned to go through the doors and see what there was to see, she couldn't help but hesitate a bit as she saw a familiar face. It was that one girl that she saw at...That one place...? Gawd, she couldn't remember her name, but she knew it started with a 'tri' sound. Tricia? Trina? Tristan? Trixie? Wait, Tristan seemed familiar. Tristan Silver. That sounded right, but she couldn't be sure. Her little 'hesitation' didn't take very long. She gave something that was a cross between a smile and smirk and made her way a bit deeper into the house when she realized that she knew no one here. Oh crap. The girl was alone. Looking like a loner. A Loser. No, she wasn't a loser. And she wouldn't let anyone think of her as one. It was pretty much the same with Maddie and Seth. They had no plans of meeting up with someone tonight so apparently, all three would just have to wish that something came along that made the time go by quickly.

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( tagged ) event fourteen, bby! let's see, tagging will for maddie, seth's prob just gonna be there for a bit before ditching, so he's got no plots except alex seeing him, & gisele & kiran will be talking but other than that, she's free.
( notes ) ending was so crappy xD they weren't doing anything, heh.
( clothes ) maddie & seth & gisele.
( credits ) icons by fightclub on ij, dig_behind & thisplacehotel on lj . for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from green light by john legend ft. andre 3000.

[Shay Anderson]

THE ANDERSONS,

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[/color][/size]he Andersons were not Valkyrie royalty. Valkyrie royalty had fifteen thousand square-foot mansions in their name. Valkyrie royalty had vacation homes and personal…everything. Valkyrie royalty were the Beautiful People of Valkyrie. They had straight, shiny strips of pearly white teeth, honey-blonde highlights and more plastic surgery than a mister Michael Jackson. People could say all they wanted that Valkyrie was different, special. The truth of the matter is, that it is so not different, you could view it as different. If you watch The Valley, life in Valkyrie was the exact same. The people were shallow and skinny. The people liked to gossip and sleep with one another. So how, exactly, does that make them any different from the rich and beautiful beings living in the town a hundred miles from Valkyrie? It doesn’t. See, this is exactly why the Andersons were not Valkyrie royalty. Much as people hated to admit it, they ran the place. They were obnoxiously loud, rich and good looking. Formula for success these days. The Andersons were good looking, I’ll give them that. They were not loud. And most certainly not what you would call rich. Valkyrie royalty was what everyone thrived to be, but could never get there. Neither of the Andersons wanted to be royalty. Thus, they were not.

Q[/color][/size]uite unlike everyone else, don’t you think? Only two people shared the surname of ‘Anderson’ in the entire state of California. Shawn Anderson, M.D., and his oldest daughter, Shay. His ex-wife Rachel was a woman whom he had loved dearly, impossible as that is to imagine. He loved his youngest daughter, Kelly, as well of course. Unfortunately, they didn’t love him. So, what do Irish Valk-mothers do in time of crisis? Take what they care for – Louis Vuitton luggage sets, pink sweatsuits and their own little mini-me. Rachel Anderson picked up and moved her ditzy little daughter to England to live with some random businessman she had decided to cheat on. That was almost two years ago. Neither Shay nor her father had spoken to either since. You could say past events had made the remaining Andersons a little bitter. I mean, why not? Shawn had suffered something of a medicinal crisis, which involved him diagnosing himself. He limped and popped Vicodin now. Shay had been through two identity crisis’ and was still in the middle of finding something I like to call balance. So, yeah, you could say that they weren’t quite like anyone else.

P[/color][/size]lenty of reasons for this, really. For example, Shay had a relationship with her father. Most of her friends only spoke to their parents at stiff family cocktail parties and if they needed an extension on their already unlimited credit card maximum. She, on the other hand, had never had such a luxury. Dr. Shawn Anderson was one of the most brilliant minds in the country, if not North America. He had himself an almost-permanent position as the diagnostician at the local hospital. He had a patient a week, whom he never spoke with, and harassed his staff until they came up with a life-saving miracle. He had written a single book and never spoke at lectures. People liked to call him anti-social. His staff said he was sarcastic, immature and just plain evil. Everyone he ever worked with would like nothing better than to never work with him again. Truth be told, they were all right. Even Shay had to admit it. Her father was not shy about telling the cold, blunt truth. He openly suggested his boredom and felt the need to be right one hundred percent of the time. But he was funny, and had something of a good heart. It would be impossible to live with that and not gain some sort of connection. Secretly? Shawn had a weak spot for his daughter. He accepted the position in Valkyrie to give her more stability, he moved into the outer regions of the Valks so she could not commit social suicide, he even went to ridiculous charity events because she often wanted to.

H[/color][/size]ow his daughter had even gotten an invitation to one of the most known charity events in all of Valkyrie was a mystery to him. They lived in a nice enough home, it definitely did not scream ‘Shaks’ or whatever, and drove nice enough cars. He had a well-balanced income and she had given their name a decent reputation around Valkyrie. Everyone knew how bitter and sarcastic he, Shawn, was anyway. But he had promised her. What else was he going to do? There was no baseball game on that Friday night, and his best - and only – friend had some ridiculous family dinner to go to with that belligerent wife of his. Stupid woman. Well, there was always work. Hah, right. He had his only worthy intern, young Mark Wood, doing the clinic hours he hated to do, and his own daughter doing the paperwork a retarded twelve year-old dwarf could do. He wasn’t widely known for treating his “employees” fairly. Using the long fingers of his left hand to twirl the middle of his black and silver “dress” cane in a wide circle, the world renown doctor moved his ocean-blue eyes from the file of his Patient of the Week to the test results that certainly didn’t tell him anything. Ugh, he hated tuxedos. Leaning back in the chair in his office, the one at home fool, and placing his Converse-covered feet onto the dusty desk, he breathed a sigh. What kind of patient doesn’t respond to broad-spectrum antibiotics when the thing killing them is so obviously an infection? Jesus. “You can’t pretend to be getting ready forever, you know.” Seriously. More interruptions?

T[/color][/size]urning his head over his shoulder to look at the poised presence of his daughter, the doctor huffed a cranky sigh. He just had to promise to go to this thing tonight. She was friends with the daughter of the Silvers. Or something like that. “Well, now that my cover’s blown, I guess I can stop pretending.” Keeping his accented voice sourly sweet for his ill-tempered offspring, Shawn straightened his head once more and looked at the MRI of his young patient’s brain once again. “Come on, doctor, you can play with the patients tomorrow.” Uncrossing her arms and slowly walking into the mess of a study, Shay smiled lightly at her father’s obvious discomfort. He hated these things. “Zach called half an hour ago, she’s fine. So change your shoes and let’s go.” Fine? Seriously? Someone had to be dying. Choosing to roll his eyes, Shawn looked back up over his head into the smirking face of his pretty daughter. “I have clinic – “, “When was the last time you even looked at your clinic log?” She had a point. Files! There was always clinic patients and files to be handled. “I could have sworn I had some discharge charts to sign off with.” And the last time Shawn Anderson signed a discharge chart was probably around the last time he looked at the log of clinic patients “he” was seeing. “Your lackeys do that for you. Someone called earlier, something about your credentials needing to be handled.” Her voice tenderly sarcastic, though patient, Shay leaned over her father and tugged the charts and test results from his grip and carefully placed them into their respected file folders. He needed more useless staff members, that’s what he needed.

S[/color][/size]ighing softly and placing the rubber tip of his cane onto the wooden floor, Shawn pushed himself up into a standing position. “Yes well, call Wood and have him take care – “ Covering your ass always worked well with the one person who could tear him apart. “Nice try, Dad, but even he’s not working anymore. And you are? The world is coming to an end. So get your car keys and let’s go.” Huffing with amusement,. Shay took the sleeve of her father’s suit jacket and tugged him from the study, through the kitchen, and into the front foyer of their modestly-sized home. Pushing her own feet into her heeled shoes and checking her reflection once more in the mirror, she remained wordless until her father was red-carpet ready and pulled him through the front door.

T[/color][/size]he drive down the few streets towards the massive Silver estate was fairly silent, only littered with feeble excuses as to why not to go, all of which were quickly shot down by Shay herself. Pulling her own Mercedes onto the crowded street, the artsy model handed her car keys to one of the valets dressed in tacky red blazers with tails. Watching patiently as Shawn popped another chalky white painkiller, she took her sweet time practically pulling her father behind her. Plastering the stupid smile she always wore for these things on, quickly warning her father to do the same with a “look”, she approached the impeccably dressed man at the front of the mansion. They didn’t have staff, yet the Silvers could afford to dress their servants in designer suits. Something was seriously wrong with this town. “Shawn and Shay Anderson. Yes, thank you.” Her falsely sweet voice dropping into sarcastic banter with her father once more as they entered the open foyer of the estate, Shay let go of his suit jacket and dropper her hands to rest by her narrow hips. The only reason anyone actually came to these things was to forget everything currently going on in their lives and look like someone off of a television soap opera. Good times.

T[/color][/size]hat just had to be the reason. Shawn could tell that Shay’s smiles were fake and her friendly greeting were a little less than warm. He didn’t even bother with it. Everytime she smiled and bent in for the kiss-kiss thing, he gripped the silvery tip of his cane and rolled his eyes. Standing in the center of everything, the father-daughter duo remained with one another. A fair bit of her classmates had escaped their families the second they arrived. Others were awkwardly following them around, not wanting to interact with the popular girls. She wouldn’t want to if she were them, either. “That’s Tristan Silver, and her parents are the ones by the donation tables. Pretend to be happy if you talk to them. And put those away.” Haphazardly reaching down to pull the orange prescription bottle from her father’s possession, she pushed it quickly into her clutch and smiled once again. This was the base reason for not leaving his side until the after-party – someone needed to babysit the diagnostician. Clutching her slender hands together, she continued to gaze around before finding a few familiar faces. Appearances are everything. Taking the black fabric of his jacket in her left hand again, Shay dragged her father behind her, weaving their way through the crowds. Nina! Dr and Mrs. Suresh!” The same fake sweetness seeping into her voice, she grinned brightly at her father’s employer and his family

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status,, complete.
length,, 1853 words.
clothing,, shay and shawn, his cane.
notes,, yay event! Georgie, I wasn’t sure how to start things
off, so I randomly did. xD hope it’s okay.<3
credits,, lyrics to blue oyster cult. format to me. banner by me.<3

[Nina Suresh]

NINA, CARLITO, ALEX

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it's gonna be a night to remember
it's gonna be the night to last forever
we'll never ever ever forget
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• "Oh for goodness sakes, where is that daughter of mine? Carlito dear, do brush your hair. Please try, please. Tim, put that down! Alex, sweetie, are these yours? Tim! I told you to put that down! Where is Nina?"

Melissa Suresh rushed back and forth from the entrance hall where two of her nephews were standing around looking a little bored. Carlito sighed as his aunt swipped a comb out from her handbag and thrust it at him. It was pointless trying to tame his wild hair anyway but he brushed through it a few times to please Melissa while Tim put one of the expensive vases he'd been examining back down on it's stand with a roll of his eyes. They'd been standing around here in their tuxes for about twenty minutes while Alex and Nina remained upstairs banging doors every few minutes. Technically Tim could leave whenever he wanted since he was driving alone to go pick up his date for the party, Mary Connors. But Alex had demanded that he wait so he could see her dress before the party. Frank was still in his office and although he was pretty much ready, a sudden phone call had held him up so who knew how long he would take.

[/li][li]A sudden shriek echoed through the house, breaking the bored silence of the two teenage boys as little Alexandra Suresh flew down the stairs frantically. "AUNTY MEL! Crap, crap, help! It ripped! It freaking ripped!" She half-screamed, running up to Melissa and showing her a small tear in her beautiful red dress. "Nina's going to kill me!" She moaned desperately as Melissa flung her hands up in the air and hurried off to find something to mend the rip in the dress. It wasn't large but that didn't matter. Plus, since Alex obviously didn't have any dresses nice enough for an event like this, she'd borrowed one of Nina's old dresses which was stunning on Alex but Nina had told Alex to take good care of it since it was one of her favourites. This was the new Nina who probably would kill her if she ruined it. And what had Alex done? She'd gone and ripped it. "Hush, I can fix this. I've done this for Nina plenty of times," Melissa assured her young niece as she got a needle and thread out and began sewing the dress's tear back together. Tim rolled his eyes as his baby sister figeted with her hair, watching her aunt nervously. A moment later it was mended and Alex sighed with relief and smiled. "Thanks, Aunty Mel! Alright, I just need my purse." She said quickly, giving her aunt a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying back up the stairs and into her room where she disappeared for a moment before emerging with her little black clutch - once again borrowed from Nina.

[/li][li]When Alex reached the entrance hall again, she leaned against the wall and glanced at the boys. "Well you both look dashing." She giggled at the two boys who looked slightly uncomfortable in their suits. Carlito chuckled and nodded his head while Tim rolled his eyes. "Of course I look good." Tim commented lazily. "Shut up Mr. Conceited." Alex poked her tongue out at Tim. "You look stunning too, Alex." Carlito said after a moment, giving her a smile which she returned. Despite being on opposite sides of the family, they got on pretty well which was good. "Thank you Carlito. Now can we leave yet?" Alex asked suddenly, glancing at the clock above Tim's head. Tim shrugged in response. "I dunno but if I don't leave now, I'm gonna be late. Later losers." Tim smirked at his second cousin and little sister as he grabbed his keys and strode to the door. A moment later his car was heard disappearing down the drive. Melissa entered the entrance hall a moment later, frowning. "Well I'd love to leave now but what is taking Nina so long?" she huffed, glancing up the stairs in annoyance.

[/li][li]Indeed, what was taking Nina so long? Well for the past several hours she'd been debating about what to wear and she really couldn't decide. She needed something different, something sexy. Gone was the little innocent Nina Suresh. The other night had changed all that. Just one night out with her old neighbour Bailey Mitchell. Nina had finally let loose and loved the feeling. It was going to happen sooner or later so why not now? Standing in front of her mirror, Nina took a deep breath. Tonight was the night she officially put her old self behind her and started afresh. She liked the way that sounded. No more worrying about that stupid boyfriend who had left. No more wallowing in misery. Time for the new Nina to strut her stuff and when better than a big Valks party? Taking a last glance at herself, Nina nodded to herself and with a flick of her chocolate brown hair, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out, finally revealing herself. And reveal herself did she ever! "Nina Suresh, do not think I'm letting you go to this party in that." Melissa spoke after a long stunned silence. Carlito and Alex were both staring up at Nina, speechless as she leaned against the bannister and began walking down stubbornly. "Well, I'm not getting changed. We'll be late if we don't leave soon." Nina spoke and as she reached the last stair, she hovered almost uncertainly for a moment before stepping down and strutting to the door.

[/li][li]Woah. Since when did Nina strut? Melissa frowned disapprovingly at her daughter as she picked up her own purse. "Nina. Dalisay. Suresh," Nina winced as her mother used her full name. It sounded so stupid when she said it like that, "Get changed or you won't be going." Nina flung the door open and flounced out. "Make me!" she said daringly, turning around and raising an eyebrow at her mother who glared back in shock. Nina really had changed. The old Nina would have caved in much more easily, not that she'd even been wearing that kind of dress in the first place. "Oookay, I found the invite. Now, who's ready?" The awkward tension was broken by Frank who strode down the corridor, oblivious to what was going on between mother and daughter. "We can't leave yet. Nina needs to change." Melissa said curtly, glaring at her daughter. Frank's eyes widened as he took in the sight in front of him. "Dad, she's being ridiculous. I'm not changing. Now can we please go?" Nina pleaded with her father who was clearly torn on what to do. Without waiting for an answer, Nina sauntered out the door and towards the car. Alex trotted after her with wide eyes, amazed at the sudden transformation while Carlito hesitated before walking out too, shaking his head as he did so. Melissa sighed and glanced at the clock in the entrance hallway. Great, they were going to be late by the rate things were going. "Come on love, Nina will be fine." Frank assured his wife as he led her to the car where Nina, Carlito and Alex were waiting - impatiently in Nina's case.

[/li][li]The ride down the street was slightly awkward and the moment they pulled up at the Silver's estate, the younger members of the Suresh family leaped out of the car eagerly. Carlito disappeared into the crowd fairly quickly while Alex and Nina both hung back for different reasons. Alex didn't want to wander around a stranger's house alone and Nina was just terrified of everyone's reaction to her new, slightly less appropriate style of outfit. "Nina, honestly you're going to embarass your father and I in that dress." Nina's mother hissed to Nina, giving her a look as they walked into the house. Of course she wasn't worried about Nina getting into trouble, she just didn't want to ruin her reputation. Remaining stubborn, Nina shook her head but stayed slightly hidden behind her mother all the same. Alex was leading the way but after a moment, she broke away from the Suresh clan and disappeared behind a group of senior girls. Now it was just Nina and her parents. Fun. "Nina! Dr and Mrs. Suresh!" Nina's eyes lit up as she spotted Shay Anderson and her father walking over. Frank turned as he heard his name called out too and smiled as he stepped forwards to greet Shawn. "Shawn! Good to see you here." he said, holding his hand out to shake Shawn's. Melissa clung onto her husband's arm and smiled politely, and fakely of course, while Nina stepped around her. This was ridiculous. Why should she be forced to hide behind her mother all night? No thanks. "Hey Shay. Love the dress!" She said, one hand tugging down at her short dress self conciously. Now she was beginning to regret this whole 'new Nina' thing. What if everyone thought she looked stupid? Her dress was way shorter than Shay's.

[/li][li]While Nina was freaking out about her outfit, Alex was freaking out full stop. She barely knew anyone here and couldn't find anyone she knew well enough to talk to. This was great. She'd lost the rest of her family in the crowd a few minutes ago and it seemed impossible to find them again. Glancing around, she did recognised a few faces vaguely but no one she really wanted to talk to. Walking around alone, Alex sighed to herself and continued walking until she heard a familiar voice rambling on about Seseme Street? There was only one person that could be. A few more steps confirmed Alex's thoughts and she beamed as she spotted her best friend Amber Malinda just a few metres away, sitting at a table talking into her video camera. Sneaking around so that Amber now had her back to her, Alex slowly tiptoed up to Amber, trying to be as quiet as she could in her poofy dress and high heels. Considering all this, she was pretty quiet. "This should be fun." She giggled under her breath as she approached Amber. It's just a pity she forgot that she'd probably be appearing in Amber's camera, completely ruining her plan to scare Amber.[/li][/ul][/size][/font][/blockquote]

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^{TAGGED TO; nina to shay, alex to amber and carlito is floating xD
WORD COUNT; 1766 - woah longer than i planned
OUTFITS; nina. carlito. alex.
CREDITS; lyrics to HSM3 hehe. my format with inspiration from EVERYONE
NOTES; blah, really bad entry post >.< but yay for more amblex! and the hospital girls lol.
and tessa, will jules and nina meet once she's drunk and all or before that?}

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[Edmund "Charlie" Rose]

CATHERINE & CHARLIE
THE ROSES



THE FOURTH OF MAY ,
TWO THOUSAND AND SEVEN

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drink it in, drink it up
'til you've drowned in
the light, in the sound
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A petite sixteen year old girl stood in front of the large mirror that dominated most of the upper half of the left wall of her bathroom. Cat had spent the majority of the last hour arranging her hair and makeup. It was sort of funny. Before her arrival in Valkyrie, California, she never could have imagined herself enjoying getting dressed up like this. True, she was no stranger to these kinds of events now, but, despite her best efforts, she could not really supress the childish sense of excitement and possibly even glee when she got to try on and twirl around in a pretty, expensive dress. Inside, there was probably a part of her that still fractionally maintained the little girl who dreamed of castles and princes, even if Cat's time in that phase had lasted a ridiculously small amount of time. One thing she was sure about, however, was that she immensely enjoyed having money available that she could spend on mountains of high heels and having excuses to wear them often. Cat really did not like being so short. It seemed to make people think she was some kind of cute little bunny rabbit or something. Really not the conclusion Cat wanted people to jump to.

The shoes she had picked out for tonight brought her up to almost average height and were currently sitting poetically on the rim or her bathtub, where she had tossed them before starting on her hair and makeup. Her step mother had wanted to help her with that, obviously hoping that it could provide them with a little step mother daughter bonding time, but Cat had refused with same artificial smile and the same 'No thank you, Rochelle.' Cat didn't really have anything against the tall, over processed blonde her father had married but in her opinion it was too late for any real feelings of friendship. She was sixteen years old. Perhaps, if she were a child again, but not now. She didn't want to bond. Giving a lock of her brunette hair a small satisfied toss, Cat turned around, away from the mirror in a swish of filmy blue fabric. Just as she swept up her shoes from the edge of the bathtub, the sound of an impatient pounding on the door flooded through the bathroom. "Caaaaat!" cried Charlie Rose's voice. "Hurry uppp!" Without looking up from the task at hand - putting on her shoes - Cat hollered back, "No! Go away!" She had just gotten the left heel secured when Charlie rapped the door with the side of his fist another four times. "Dad says we have to goooo!" he whined. Cat rolled her eyes. She knew he was just trying to annoy the head off of her. And sometimes she found it slightly amusing. But not tonight. Cat did not like being rushed. She finished with the small strap around the ankle of the other shoe, stood up, and tapped briskly to the bathroom door, making as much nose as she could as she shouted, "Tell Dad not to get his panties in a twist!" Grabbing a hold on the gleaming doorknob, she yanked it open. Charlie was leaning cavalierly against her bedroom wall that intersected the wall of her bathroom, the beginnings of a smirk on his features. "You know," he said, "you're awfully loud for such a small person." With a roll of her brown eyes, Cat seized her clutch from on top of her dresser smacked him across his arm. "Don't blame me for your being vertically impaired," he said, doing his best to cover up how the blow had actually hurt a little. "It's not my fault I got the good genes." Shooting a glare at her older brother, Cat tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's go," she said, in a voice that could easily be classified as the median between a bark and a snap, as she flounced past him.

Charlie followed after his younger sister, loosening his tie slightly into an artful position as he went. Since his arrival in Valkyrie, California so many months ago, he had been to what seemed like countless of these kinds of parties. He didn't mind them. They could actually be fun on occaison. He was anticipating that this particular party be quite enjoyable. Why? Because he would be providing the music. At least some of it, anyway. His cello was already stationed at the Silver Estate, waiting for him. Come to think of it, perhaps he should have tried to arrive a little earlier to get things set up. Eh. He probably wouldn't wind up playing for very long anyway. Nobody would be paying attention to him anyway. He and the pianist were just there to provide some background noise. Sticking his hands into the pockets of the bottoms of his tux, Charlie began to whistle cheerfully as he followed Cat out of her room and down the large, gleaming set of slightly winding stairs. There was still an indignant flounce factor in her gait, but Charlie knew she wasn't truly very mad. He suspected that it was just a subconscious method she employed to feel important and purposeful.

Philip Rose and Rochelle Owens-Rose (the step mother) were waiting by the front entrance of the mansion, dolled up in classic Valk party dress. "Everyone's ready to go, yes?" Rochelle asked, giving her two step children a quick once over, making sure she approved of their attire. "Soytainly," Charlie responded in his best imitation of Curly as he and Cat reached the bottom of the stairs. A crease formed between Rochelle's eyebrows as she noticed Charlie's tie. She stepped forward and tightened it for him, saying, "Phil, go bring the car around." As soon as his step mother turned her back on him, Charlie fixed the back of her head with a glare and loosened his tie again, muttering "Damn woman," under his breath. Cat smirked.

The short ride to the Silver mansion was quiet and uneventful. After the car was given to a valet to park upon their arrival, Charlie hurried childishly ahead of the rest of his group to give their names to the bouncer. Cat rolled her eyes and pushed past him, eager to get away from her father and his wife, barely waiting for the man holding the list to give her the okay. She was wondering idly if perhaps she would be able to obtain some sort of alcoholic beverage whilst keeping out of the viewing range of any parental figures. Or adults, for that matter. She envied Charlie. He could pass for the legal drinking age. Plus he had a wide range of ids with which he could verify himself to purchase alcohol. She was by no means one of Valkyrie's beautiful budding alcoholics. She just liked alcohol. Finding herself in the spacious foyer of the Silver house, Cat stood and observed, doing a quick scan of the crowd for someone she might like to talk to. Her eyes meeting no such person on the first round, so they were quickly attracted to the wine and alcohol display. Glancing around, she made sure her father and Rochelle were occupied with something. They were both talking to some other generic socialite valk couple. She was clear, for the most part. She just wanted a quick glass. Just one for the time being. Putting on her best air of innocence, Cat wandered over to the wine. Someone might see her, but she was pretty sure she could deal with the small numbers. Grabbing a single tall glass, she backed quickly into a deserted section of the corner of the room, where no one was paying much mind to her. Just as she raised the glass for the first sip, she heard the noise of a cello above the din and noted that Charlie must have happened upon his destination.

STATUS complete
WORD COUNT 1339
FORMATTING by me
LYRICS 'masquerade' from phantom of the opera, by frank lloyd weber?
TAGGED charlie to anabel eventually, cat to carlito.
ATTIRE cat & charlie
LOCATION the silver estate
NOTES the ending fell apart completely, my apologies.

[Jordin Ames]

PETER & JORDIN
"I can feel a change in everything"


I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found

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It felt strange. It felt... off. Everything had since the shooting. He didn't get it. He didn't understand it at all. All he wanted to so was... nothing. He took another deep breath as he tightened the tie around his neck. His father was convinced this event would be great PR and... what were the words he used... "jump start the healing cause we've moped long enough." Long enough? Kids had died and it hadn't even been a month and now the whole town was getting together to celebrate? Sure, they may not have meant it, and perhaps, just perhaps this E.P.I.C. organization wasn't as corrupt as the millions of other charitable organizations who pocketed most of their earnings but right now? It wasn't what this place needed. It wasn't what he needed. Although getting drunk was definite upside to all this. After party, all he wanted to do was throw down a bottle of whiskey, partying was not really on his list of things he wanted to do at the moment, drink yes, celebrate, not really.

But he'll put on a smile and be tolerable. No, not because he would probably get the belt from his father if he embarrassed him, but more so to not bring Daphne down. Daphne was his date to this cursed thing, she was meeting him there out front. Daphne had been outside of the school during the shooting. He was very, very thankful for that too. It meant she had been safe during it while he was barricaded in the cafeteria with Coco. He briefly wondered if Daphne had any idea what had happened that day with him and Coco. Hell, he wasn't sure what had happened with him and Coco that day in the cafeteria. Something happened, that was for sure. Peter shut the door to him room and walked down the hall to wear his father and little freak chess robot brother stood. Both in the same type of penguin suits with solid black bow ties. "We'll take the first limo, I trust you can handle getting to your friend's dorm and to the event on your own." "Nope, I forgot to give orders, demonstrate for me dad." Peter replied with a hint of sarcasm. Bit of a mistake as the next moment his collar was pulled forcefully forward.

"You better watch that mouth of yours, no drinking, no flirting with other mens wives, no insulting me or my work in front of anyone, or so help me god you won't even be able to walk straight tomorrow. We clear?" Peter gave sort of a satisfied smirk, "crystal, and thanks for the example, I'm sure it'll be helpful." He replied as his dad let go of his collar. and pretend to dust off his shoulders. "Just watch it." His father added as him and his youngest son walked out the front door and exited to the limo. Peter allowed the knowing smirk to play on his lips for a few more moments, ahh it was reassuring to remember some things weren't going to change if you bombed L.A. Dad was still dad. How fun. Peter Fischer turned on his heel walking into the large living room and grabbing keys off of a long slender table against the wall. He looped his index finger through the key chain and left the house nodding at the limo driver. "So my orders are to leave. Do something reckless." Peter said as he passed the confused looking 70 year old. He made his way to the main garage, yes they had more than one. First things first. He smiled as he looked at his mode of transportation. Sighing slightly, he approached the girl "no one puts baby in a corner..."

Now this girl was rushing... rushing and terrified of being late. The blonde needed everything to go right tonight. She needed things to not... not suck. If there ever was a god and if he ever loved her, he would realize that Adrian needs this night to be good. He needs and good and night and if the holy deity couldn't handle that well.... well... well, she didn't know. How do you threaten God? She hopped slightly on one foot as she leaned down to pull on her heel. Yep. Jordin Ames was going to the event. Honestly, in many other circumstances she would have been extremely excited about the prospect of getting dressed up all nice and going to a fancy evening with Adrian but now? Now the only part of this night she was looking forward to was being with Adrian. Although, she could think of a million different ways they could spend the night that would be more enjoyable than being around these kind of people.

Wait, was that a bit of bitterness in Jordin's heart? Yeah, yeah it was. She was just... frustrated. It was the shallow, wealthy that caused the shooting, not the nice ones. Honestly the shooting was changing her. Not only because of how drastically it was effecting the boy she was head of heels about and the person she cared about most at this moment in her life, but because of what happened. Years of her life she spent worshiping and watching the elite girls with their air of confidence and the power in their walk. Watching how people loved and wanted them and she had wanted so much to be like them, but she was never able to do it the way they could. She would follow them but when they knocked down someone's books, Jordin leaned down to help and apologize for them, make some bullshit excuse like they're having a bad day or something like that, anything to fool herself into thinking those elite were all the grace and none of the cruel. But this? She knew exactly what had happened to Johnny Jones, she knew exactly how he was treated and because of it she had to watch her boyfriend lose his sister.

Perhaps this was the beginning of a growing backbone in her, perhaps she was just worried. She jumped slightly as she heard a knock on her dorm door. That must be Peter. "Just a moment." She called out briefly. She turned to the mirror, stepping over a few piles of clothes, yeah she was a messy person. If everything can be seen lying around than it's a lot easier to find things. Although she wasn't unclean because she dusted vacuumed, changed her sheets regularly never let dish-ware or food sitting. She finished putting in her earrings and then made her way to the door, smiling as she saw Peter standing there. "You look great. You sure you're that awkward weird girl I used to know in grade school?" Jordin couldn't help but smile, yeah her and Peter were old friends. Her, Him and Laura Stillings had all been close way back when. "Oh shut it, I look exactly the same, just bigger." Peter shook his head, "You only got bigger in one aspect." Peter replied with a grin, pointing down to her bosom. Jordin gasped slightly, not that she was actually surprised, just Peter being Peter. "You're shameless." She replied as she shut the door and they made they're way out of the dorm building.

The car was the first thing she saw. It definitely was not the same Jeep he usually drove around in, nor was it the Limo she was expecting his father to require him to use. "Jaguar XKR," Peter said plainly as they neared it. He opened the door for her. "Got her a few days ago." Oh yeah, another way to tell when Peter's not doing great, other than seeing empty liquor bottles around? Big, expensive new toys he can play with. Jordin laughed a bit as she stepped into the contraption. Amazing. She sat back comfortably as they basically sped off to the event. Seriously, they were at the Silver's in under ten and they lived a fair amount more than ten minutes away. It wasn't a very big town but it wasn't a village or anything of the sort. Peter stopped the car out front and stepped out of the car, Jordin mirroring as Peter tossed the keys to the man parking the cars and took his card, placing it in his pocket. He glanced around quickly for Daph as Jordin smiled and nodded, "Thanks for the ride, try to have some fun tonight okay?" She said sincerely. Peter smiled and gave her a quick squeeze with his left arm, "Yeah, and good luck with Adrian tonight." Peter said before letting go and watching the blonde go look around for her boyfriend, while he himself kept his eyes peeled for Daphne.

Jordin forced smile and nodded before walking away from Peter. She made her way through the slight crowd in front. She smiled a bit as a man stepped forward and she could see Adrian standing a bit away. She made her way towards him, honestly feeling more self conscious than she had ever felt around him previously. She just... She didn't want to say the wrong thing. Ever. He wasn't exactly looking very happy, not that she expected him to. She gave him the smallest smile and reached up and hugged him, seeing as she didn't know what to say. Just saying "hi" sounded stupid and forced, saying "how are you" seemed pushy AND stupid, something funny would be insensitive and so... she didn't say anything.

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tagged;; peter to daphne/coco, jordin to adrian
status & words;; complete, 1623
clothes;; peter && jordin
credits;; format to my variation of everyones, lyrics to Jack Johnson
notes;; yay event

[wesley]

WESLEY & PIPER MORGAN
waiting to catch the quickest plane
flying to nowhere is better then somewhere
that's where i've been and nothings changed

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[/b]hey were running late, as usual and Wesley couldn’t help but grow frustrated. He didn’t even want to go to this thing, it would be full of his rich classmates, all bored out of their minds, sipping champagne their mothers had handed to them in order to minimize their complaints and listening to their parents try to impress one another. Wes had done this before, just as they all had and for a bored, unimpressionable teenager the charity ball was ranked just slightly above getting your eyes poked out. At least that was Wesley’s take on the subject, and while there were some who surely agreed with him, there were others, like his sister who lived for this type of thing. It was pathetic really how happy she was at the chance to dress up. He hated that it was this type of thing that brought a smile to her face – it was something he didn’t like and yet he felt compelled to participate simply for her. She may only be a year younger then him, but Wes say her to be much younger and not at all prepared to take care of herself and since their father was still his usual douche-bag self, it was becoming Wesley’s job. In the long run he regretted deeply that this is what it had come to – that Mr. Morgan wasn’t able to simply forgive his children for something that wasn’t even directly their fault and take responsibility, but at the moment it wasn’t a problem. He loved his sister, no matter how little he said it, that was the truth and he would take care of her, again he just hated that he needed to wear a tux and put on a smile in order to do so.

S[/b]tanding outside on the porch of the Morgan’s mansion, Wesley lit his cigarette, and took a drag. He knew it would only be a couple minutes before his father somehow smelled the smoke and came out to lecture him. The lecture wouldn’t be about how smoking was bad for him – no Mr. Morgan wouldn’t mention a thing about cancer, he’d just be pissed that Wesley wasn’t on the perfect behaviour he had promised earlier. You see Mr. Morgan had a date tonight, one who the Morgan children had never met and were now getting the privilege of spending the evening with. Gag. Wesley was over the whole thing already and was ready to get it over with. He didn’t give a shit if he was embarrassing his father – that’s what the man would get for only paying attention to his kids a couple nights a year. Wesley had met their guest of honour a couple minutes before, before excusing himself to go outside. She was your typical fake boobs, blond hair, too tanned bimbo – couldn’t be older then twenty-five, probably a porn star but he didn’t want to his dad that much credit. She was a client, that’s for sure, the Doctor only usually dated his clients, never got out much and the majority of his clientele was women, being a plastic surgeon and all. Like clockwork, just as Wesley took his cigarette out of his mouth the door opened, the stern face of dr. morgan poking out, a look of disppointment on his face. Perfect. Wesley lived for disappointing his dad.

”What the hell are you doing out here? I told you to behave tonight.” Wesley sighed, as much as he loved getting into with the old man, the last thing he wanted to do was make this night drag on any longer, it was already going to be awkward as hell. ”Relax, it’s not like she’s out watching me – although to be honest pops she looked like she’d rather, yah know what I’m sayin’?” Andrew looked at his son, rage in his eyes and for a second Wesley worried he’d gone too far. A bruise on his face might be enough to get him out of this charity ball bullshit, but it would upset Piper and ruin just about everything else. Mr. Morgan simply bit his lip, sighed heavily and looked down at his son, a look of sheer annoyance coming over his face. ”Go get your sister, now, we need to leave.” With an ‘aye, aye captain’ Wesley took one last drag and threw away his cigarette, following his father back inside. He had assumed Piper would still be in the sitting room, that was where he left her only moments ago, but as it came into view Wesley could see that she wasn’t in there, must have headed back upstairs to finish getting ready. Girls, god, they were never actually ready, they just left it when they were forced to leave. He knew that if they still had time to spare she’d still be up there adjusting everything from her hair to her makeup to her shoes.

”Piperrrr.” Wesley called out his little sister’s name, climbing the large staircase two steps at a time. ”The warden’s getting pissy, we need to get going.” He knocked lightly on her door, which wasn’t all the way closed and slowly pushed it open. ”Seriously can we go?” The younger Morgan child was standing in front of the floor length mirror that was standing just in front of her closet. The room itself was a mess, clothes and various school books were spread out everywhere, an evidence of her ridiculous quest to get ready for the evening. ”This dress is good right? Better then the purple one?” it had been down to two dresses the one she had on and a purple one, she had come to Wesley that afternoon – woke him up actually from his nap to ask his opinion. ”I told you I wasn’t the person to ask, I thought you said your friend liked that one or whatever.” Wesley rolled his eyes, trying to relay just how impatient he was getting without actually saying it. sometimes you just needed to be patient with Piper. ”You’re right, you’re right. Besides it’s really too late now.” she was more so talking to herself this time as she looked at her reflection, but quickly snapped out of it, grabbing her clutch and turning towards her brother who was still leaning in the doorway. ”Did I tell you you look exceptionally handsome tonight?” A small smirk came over her face as she paid her brother the compliment, but he only rolled his eyes again. Wesley didn’t do well with compliments, no matter who they came from. Turning around he led his sister down the stairs to find his father, his date on his arm about to head outside. ”There you two are, get a move on, I mean it, I do not want to be late for this.”[/b] It was odd how antsy Mr. Morgan was to get there, he usually skipped these things all together. He’d reply saying that he was required in some moonlight tummy tuck that night and make up a lie on not being able to get back to Valkyrie at a decent time, leaving his children to decide for themselves whether they were to attend – but it didn’t really make sense for them to go if the person with all the money to donate wasn’t going. The Morgan children were then left with just the after party – fine with Wesley since he hated these stuffy dress up parties anyway, but Piper liked to whole dressing up bit, it made her feel like a princess, if only for one night and that was something she loved.

T[/b]he children followed their father out to his Mercedes and climbed inside, Wesley and Piper in backside while the Barbie took shotgun. It was a quiet ride, the radio played softly, but the Silver’s estate didn’t take to long to get to so it wasn’t too painful. It was unusual though – even for then, Piper always took these rare opportunities to engage their father in conversation, she’d just start rambling on about what was going on in her life and Andrew would listen as it was the polite thing to do, sometimes even respond a little bit, but the last couple weeks had been quieter. Piper had been at school the day of the shooting, she hid under her desk praying to god the shooter wouldn’t come their way, just like hundreds of others who had been at Valkyrie Academy that day. Wesley wasn’t there, he had skipped, a decision he is grateful for to this day but the minute he heard the news he sped all the way to the school frantic to see his sister. It was hours before he finally found her, when everything was said and done and they were all let out. worst case scenarios had been running through his head all day, not just about his sister, but his friends as well part of him wished he had been in there, so at least he wouldn’t have been in the dark completely but that was an immature thought – Wesley had no idea what the people inside the school had gone through that day. He was glad to be alive, but mourned for those who had passed away – it was a dark time in Valkyrie, that was for sure, everyone was feeling it.

T[/b]hey arrived at the Silver’s estate and exited the car, still silent. It was so embarrassing showing up anywhere with their father, both Wesley and Piper (no matter how much she wished this was a normal occurrence) couldn’t help but feel super awkward. They knew the minute the walked through the doors, make it look like they were together, and happy, they’d be free to wander. Thank god. Mr. Morgan gave their names to the doorman, and proceeded inside, Wesley, his hands in his pockets looking down at the floor, and Piper with a bright smile on her face followed slowly behind. As soon as they were in, Andrew spotted someone he needed to introduce his date to, and with a stern look back at his kids hurried off, a triumphant smirk coming across his lips. Wesley let out a loud sigh and turned his head to look over at his sister. ”What the hell are we supposed to do?” Piper shook her head, the bright smile across her lips – she was determined to make this night as good as possible and her brother’s pessimism wasn’t going to bring her down. ”Socialize my dear brother, socialize. You do remember how to do that don’t you?’ Of course he did, as angry at the world Wesley pretended to act, he was no anti-social loser who hugged the walls, this whole situation just made him uncomfortable – so many adults around. Oh man he needed a smoke. The two Morgan children stood over to the side, taking in their surroundings and trying to gage just what to do next.

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S[/b]tatus: finished !
N[/b]otes: wesley & piper are floaters at the moment, i'm up for anything
W[/b]ords: 1819
C[/b]lothing: piper & wesley
C[/b]redit: format inspired by everyone, lyrics to onerepublic

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[Sophie Hayes-Castellanos]

PETROS & SOPHIE ,

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THOUGH IT SEEMS THAT YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN
DO WHATEVER IT IS YOU PLEASE, KNOW BEFORE
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She wouldn't say it was awkward, because it wasn't. But, the petite seventeen year old felt like she was sneaking around behind her brother's back. Sophie Hayes-Castellanos fitted the purple strap on her shoulder, biting her lip as she looked at herself in full-length mirror. She was in her bedroom, with Petros' date Andromeda Wallace, who happened to be also a beautiful Greek too. Petros told her that she was coming with him, aka, they totally had something going on recently, or in the past. Sophie was guessing the past since Petros mentioned to her a few former flames were in town. Even if Sophie thought Andromeda was stunningly beautiful, Sophie was still a Pelle-supporter. So, you'd think that the girls would be in the bathroom primping and making sure their makeup was flawless. Nope. The bathroom was currently being occupied by Petros, because that messy-on-purpose hair of his took way long. No, but actually, Petros was in there with Milo Ellis. They told the ladies that Milo would come out looking different, and Sophie herself was more curious than Petros probably thought she was.

Ah, Sophie and Milo. Two names that have been avoided in one sentence for the past couple weeks. Sophie would have no idea what to do if Petros found out they have been sneaking around, hanging out, going places. So, they both knew they liked the other, but they had just been hanging out, getting to know each other more first. Tonight, Sophie wanted that to change. Milo and her were suppose to go, but then Petros invited his dead friend Milo over to get ready. So, little did Petros know, it was ending up like a double date. Not that he was ever going to know. And, Petros sort of set it up where he would dump Milo on her. Really? He invited Milo to come with them even if Petros already had a date, and Sophie well, was being the third wheel anyway. It was almost too perfect, so talking to him at the party, wouldn't feel so secretive.

"And that is how it is done my friends." Petros took a step back, admiring his handy work. Milo was in front of him, a bottle of hair dye on the counter of the all-white, clean, shiny bathroom in the condo Petros lived in with his sister. He decided his new friend, [whom he had grown close to,] Milo was gonna have a make over. Yes, guys could get make overs too. So Milo's dark hair went bye bye and out came a dirty blonde. "Looks killer." They had been in the bathroom for quite awhile. They washed, colored, let it sit, and now it was dry and both the boys were looking in the wide mirror. Petros was just nodding with an accomplished half-smirk on his face. "Yeah, ok, it's good. We gotta finish getting ready." Still in the clothes they wore from that day, Petros led Milo back to his room where their suits were hanging up. After taking the time to get ready, Petros went over to his dresser and pulled out his grandfather's flask, it was empty, so he rummaged around in the closet until he found the scotch. Yes, Petros kept scotch in his closet. He took the time to fill the flask up, not sure, not caring if Milo was watching him. He knew he couldn't take those flutes of wine. Get some water, spike it, bada-bing bada-boom. He fitted the flask on the inside pocket and turned around to face Milo, "Ready to get the girls? Oh and Milo," he walked closer to his friend, put a hand on his shoulder, "I know this might be a lot to ask, but I dunno, I felt bad that Sophie would have to be the third wheel, so if you could just talk to her, that'd help me out a lot." Usually he wouldn't give this sort of responsibility to one of his friends. Not if they expected to get with his sister. But, it was Milo. Dude wouldn't hurt a fly. The kid had a stutter problem. Didn't exactly scream lothario or anything alarming.

With that, Petros opened the door to his room and walked down the hall, knocking on Sophie's door. "Come on, ladies. Let's go." He heard a muffled 'just a minute' and a few giggles behind the door. Petros rolled his eyes and motioned that him and Milo should wait in the living room. A few minutes later, Sophie and Andie came out of the dark hallway looking well, gorgeous. Sophie smiled and said, "Oh my god! What did my brother do to your hair?" she giggled as she was by the two boys in an instant. "It's good, no?" Petros said. Sophie smiled again, "It's so different." The four exchanged 'you look greats' and Petros was ushering them all the way out the door, down the hall, down the elevator, and to the awaiting limo, he rented for the night. The Hayes-Castellanos' always arrived in the best. Yeah, his new Lexus was great, but if Petros was planning on getting hammered, he didn't want to get a dui.

It was a shorter drive to the gated community. Petros was reconnecting with Andie, Sophie and Milo were mildly talking about nothing. The limo rolled to a stop and someone opened the door for them, Petros filed out first, helping Andie out. Sophie made sure she didn't flash anyone the color of her underwear as she got out, because lord knows that's happened before. When they made it up the stairs, the one holding the clipboard looked at the four teenagers and asked, "Name?" Petros narrowed his eyes. Bitch thought they were stragglers. "Castellanos. Petros and Sophie. Our parents couldn't come. We are representing them." She looked, found them and pointed to Andie, "Plus one?" Petros nodded and said, "Yes." Petros took Andie in as Sophie was with Milo. Milo said he was with his own family, the Ellis'.

Petros was greeted by already those little sandwiches, and other finger food he wouldn't be able to name. He said to Andie, "So, I am gonna guess that this will be a complete waste of my time. I mean a party to celebrate how rich people are that they can donate?" Petros chuckled. He liked showing off his wealth, but this was ridiculous. Speaking of the wealthy, he'd seen almost half the kids here at school. Bored as could be. "Ok, I need a drink. Do you need a drink?"

On the other side of the room, Sophie was with Milo. "So I think this might work out better than I thought. He basically demanded to talk to me right? I think this might be good tonight actually." She smiled, as she slipped her hand in his.


STATUS, complete
CRED, me, fools.
WORD COUNT, 1140
LYRICS, 'pen and paper' - red jumpsuit apparatus
CLOTHES, sophie & petros
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, hope this looks all good clare, i rushed it a lot xD oh, and i assumed that milo would be able to get in by the ellis'?

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KIRAN SLADE,

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[/color][/size]radition was an important thing. Of course it was. It if was not valued above much else, why the fuck could it be considered as a tradition? Sometimes, an event becomes something traditional because someone else says so. It’s usually a big old guy in a robe. But we won’t talk about that. There are other things in life – events, conversations, whatever – that become tradition merely by association. They start this legendary party one year, and then have it the next, then the next; soon enough, people are calling it the Yearly Fuck-Up Parade. You feel lost if you don’t have the weekly “slumber party” with your equally fabulous girlfriends. Something is missing if something changes, does it not? If you become accustomed to something, you begin to think of it has part of your existence. Even if that one thing is only held once a year. It would be another year before you got to do it again! That isn’t fair. In the town of Valkyrie, California, there was an endless supply of so-called “traditions”. Many people had traditions within their own family or circle of friends. There was the tradition that came with attending Valkyrie Academy – right down to the bad teachers and out-of-control school dances. People would think something was in the water if things like this changed. The dreadful human beings living in the Shaks had their own traditions. Kiran Slade’s neighbours, the Valk-residers, had their own as well. After awhile, it became robotic, expected.

T[/color][/size]o be honest, that is exactly what these annual balls or whatever had become to her. As someone born into the world of the rich and fabulous, there was no doubt she was going to be introduced to the cocktail party at an early age. All during her childhood in Australia, Kiran attended high-end parties with waiters, champagne and girls in prettier dresses than her own. Of course, when she was younger, she would be chasing the other little girls around and pretending to be older than she really was. It would be years before she could do the hughug-kisskiss thing. She’d be dead before she could wear pretty high heels and converse with people like a good girl. The hair, the make-up, and the clothing came when she was older. Now that she was “older”? It had become routine. Every week, especially in Valkyrie, there was another one of these things going on. The amount of annual invitations piling up on her desk was getting to a frightening point. She had just come to expect these things once or twice a week. Just as if she missed out on a weekend of clubbing and Starbucks, she felt incomplete without it.

R[/color][/size]obotic and expected didn’t mean hatred, though. Quite on the contrary, Kiran enjoyed getting dressed to the nines and behaving herself for a few hours. It made the after-party that much more rebellious. And, judging by Tristan’s little note on the inside of her invitation to this thing, it was one for the books. How often did the Valk kids actually crash a Shak party? They got invited to many of them, of course. But, like the Valkers, the people from the Shaks had their own traditions. Sometimes it meant these insane parties down by the beach, no rich kids allowed. They had bonfires, bad beer and girls wearing Lands End clothing. What about that didn’t scream crashing? Besides, she could easily remember at least four or five “Valk-kid only” parties that had been crashed by the poor little poor girls. It drove her up the wall. But that didn’t necessarily mean she didn’t like doing it back to them. There had been whispers all around her during the past few weeks; about the event itself, the after-party, and what was actually going to happen. These things were always an adventure, contrary to what everyone always complained about. The cocktail affairs with no champagne and no after-party were hellholes, obviously, but this one had to be different. The Silver’s were known for their lavish charity events, but this one seemed above the rest. According to rumour, Sarah Silver had gone all out for this thing.

P[/color][/size]erhaps that was the reason that Kiran had spent a fair bit longer getting ready. Normally, especially lately, it took her an hour or two, at the most. As a model, she had become an expert at making herself runway worthy. It came with the territory. If you couldn’t afford an agent, you didn’t get the real bookings. Luck out and get one, you were on your own. Hair, make-up, almost everything, was up to the models. See? She wasn’t as brainless as people thought she was.

S[/color][/size]tanding in her lavishly-decorated bedroom, right in front of a full-length mirror, the Australian supermodel kept to herself. On good days, she was stormy about the mansion, viciously demanding things from the servants, all of whom were bustling around while rolling their eyes. It was a very spirited event. Today, however? Not so much. Her parents has RSVP’ed to this event days ago, almost right after they received the invitation. Upon hearing such news, she was usually one of the first girls in Valkyrie to hit the Strip in search for something painfully pretty to wear. Much as she complained, it was entertaining to get dressed up all pretty every few days. Not that she didn’t look flawless all of the time, but you get what I mean. Similar to when she did runway shows, actually. Kiran Slade glowed, she knew that, everyone knew that, but when she stepped onto a catwalk all professionally perfected, she was untouchable. Made her feel special, powerful. Again, this was not such the occasion. In fact, Kiran had spent a good part of that Friday afternoon sitting in her bedroom staring at her plasma television set. Only when the clock struck five-thirty, and Melinda Slade’s frantic shrieks filled their mostly empty estate, did she roll out of bed with a bored groan.

I[/color][/size]t wasn’t as though she didn’t, want to go. Of course she did. She just wasn’t in much mood to celebrate the fact. Things always got better once she actually got there. So, here she was, a short forty-five minutes before seven o’clock, and she wasn’t even picking out shoes yet. Her honey-blonde hair up in a few curlers around her scalp, and her make-up only half-done, Kiran continued to stand their blankly, holding up two different designer frocks in front of her. It was almost difficult picking out a dress for these things. She wanted to look sexy, but respectable; sassy but classy; stylish but elegant. It was harder than it seemed, even for someone with a closet the size of her own. Ugh, this was so much more fun getting ready with her friends. Well, if she actually had any friends. You heard her folks, Kiran Slade openly – sort of – admitted not to having any friends. No real ones, anyway. Everyone had their own dysfunctional little support groups, and the rest was disposable and plastic. At the moment, however, all she had was the plastic. But even beginning to think about that topic put her in an even more foul mood. Pursing her lips moodily, the supermodel threw the royal-blue gown onto her bed and pulled her cocktail dress off its hanger and easily onto her model-body. Well, it was classy enough.

C[/color][/size]urling her manicured toes against the dark hardwood on her bedroom floor, Kiran hummed lightly to herself as she clicked on her iPod dock. This getting ready in silence thing was so last year. Carefully making sure that the volume was at deafening levels, the Australian vixen glided her way past her bed and towards her mirror once again. This time last year, she would have been sharing a box of mini-donuts and lip-syncing to the greatest hits of Madonna before she became a nasty pile of plastic surgery. Of course, that was then and this is now. Ask her six months ago is she thought she was going to be miserable, friendless, and alone, and she’d tell you that you were off of your fucking rocker. But it didn’t seem that surprising now, did it? “Kiran, honey, we need to leave.” As the sugary sweet voice of the overly processed Melinda Slade filtered through her room, Kiran only turned to watch her mother entering her bedroom, turning the volume to her music down to painfully low levels. Standing in front of her daughter, the bony Mrs. Slade crossed her arms disapprovingly. She looked like a skeleton in a piece of silk. Disgusting. Choosing to raise her eyebrows at her, the Australian female muttered an inaudible response as she pulled the curlers from her hair. Her goal had been to take her sweet time finishing her appearance, humming softly to the angry melodies of The Perishers and Crossfade. No such luck, I suppose.

S[/color][/size]eriously? Ugh. The woman needed to leave “I’m coming. Go finish your lip injections.” Speaking softly so that her accented voice was in a light whisper, Kiran turned back from her mother, who was busy scowling. Melinda had long grown used to the attitude problem her youngest daughter had – no point in arguing with her now. “Sweetheart, everyone is waiting.” Pretending to be maternal, the too-young mother pulled the remaining curler from her daughter’s light hair and placed a wrinkly hand on her shoulder. Biting down on her bottom lip as she applied a light layer of lipgloss, Kiran chose to ignore her mother standing over her. Things would be so much easier if she died or cheated on her husband and got divorced. At least Edward didn’t hover. Pulling herself out from under the Valk-woman’s grip, she haphazardly picked out a pair of Jimmy Choos and snatched up her clutch, only pausing for a sweep-over of her appearance. ‘Oh, honey, couldn’t you have worn the David Jones I bought you last week? It hides your hips a little better than this one does.” Ah, there it was. She could try to be maternal, but Melinda Slade was as sugary vicious as the rest of them. Not a skinny double-zero, and you were doomed for commercial modeling. Oh, the horror.

T[/color][/size]aking a steadying breath, Kiran straightened herself up with a too-sweet smile. She was in no mood for picking on her body tonight. “That dress makes your arms look fat. Try sleeves next time.” Shaking her hair behind her, she pushed past her mother with the confident stride she was known in the fashion world for. Back straight, chin up, lead with your hips. Never fails. Walking straight through the foyer and into the shiny black limousine, she stayed silent until the aging driver got behind the driver’s wheel and the rest of her family filled the spaces surrounding her. She didn’t ask where her brother and sister were. Good fucking thing the Silver’s wasn’t too far from their own estate, only a few streets over. The sooner she could leave her parents, the better. “Oh, and Dad?” Just as she was exiting the car, she turned over her shoulder to the pepper-haired business who called himself her father. “Make sure Malibu Barbie wears the pashmina I gave her earlier.” Cruel laughter in her accented voice, she smiled at them once more and walked straight into the front of the Silver estate. Her parents could sign them all in or whatever the invitation had stated.

S[/color][/size]lowing her stride to a casual walk, she navigated through the crowds of thin people in designer dresses alone. Here and there, she saw small trios of her classmates; others were standing with their parents, rolling their eyes and wishing they had champagne. Good times. Only slowing to do a few air-kisses and “hellos” with friends of her parents and people she vaguely recognized from fashion-related functions, the model didn’t stop walking. God, this was more torturous than she had originally expected. She had to look like a fuck-face for standing around alone. She was used to it, but at least she normally had little sophomores for company or something. Still holding her clutch, she loosely crossed her arms over her flat stomach and frowned lightly. This was just pathetic. Everyone knew she wasn’t a loser, that she had a social standing in Valkyrie, but this wasn’t helping that situation increase at all. As she filtered through the mass of students and families into the center of the room, where even more people seemed to be, she breathed a light sigh as her eyes settled on a semi-familiar face. Gisele Malinda – she knew her from modelling, sweet girl, a little too desperate for her personal opinion. She was a Malinda too, whom everyone knew, obviously. Well, frenemies had worked for the girls once before, right? “Gisele! Oh my goodness, it’s been just so long.” Plastering a fake smile on her face and raising her voice to something rivalling her mother’s, she approached the girl with slightly outstretched arms. “How have you been, love?” Ugh, behaving herself was bad enough. Actually conversing with someone who was her competition as the sultry-vixen-curvaceous or whatever girl of modeling? Almost unbearable. But she was good at suffering through things silently. Had been for her entire life, right?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

status,, complete.
length,, 2225 words.
clothing,, click name.
notes,, –sigh- way too painfully long.</3 yay for valk parties!
date&location,, may 4th, 2007 – early evening. Silver estate.
credits,, lyrics to matchbox twenty. format to me. banner by me.<3

[Milo Ellis]

••MILO, ANDIE••

hello sunshine ,
come into my life

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••Milo Ellis was having a difficult time absorbing all that had been happening during the past couple of weeks. Since the shooting, time seemed to have push itself past it's regulated speed limit. He felt both incredibly lucky and more than a bit unfortunate. He still had a hard time contemplating that Sophie Hayes-Castellanos, probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, liked him. She really liked him; him, Milo Ellis, a shy, awkward, stuttering dork. He didn't know why and he really didn't feel very inclined to ask. Since the day they had first seen each other at school, the wretchedly large crush he had on her began to bloom and develop. Not for one second had he considered doing anything whatsoever about it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to say anything, he would be blushing and stammering to kingdom come. And, more importantly, he was completely positive that there was no way she could feel the same way about him. So, when Johnny Jones had shot up the school and they had taken refuge in the library together and Sophie had admitted that she liked him, too, he had nearly fainted, as mortifying as that sounded. The gods of luck had either finally taken pity on him or made a happy error.

••But, at the same time, he couldn't help but see the misfortune in the situation. Sophie was the younger sister of Petros Hayes, one of Milo's closest friends, and if Petros found out about it, he would see fit to kill Milo, which really, really sucked. Milo felt bad about it, sneaking around with Sophie. They hadn't actually done anything, just hung out together, gotten to know one another better. He knew Petros would freak if he found out, anyway. And he felt bad about it. Petros was his friend, one of his only friends, and he was sneaking around behind his back with a sister. Milo knew there were probably certain rules about things like that; how you shouldn't like your friends' sisters. He didn't have any other experience with it, but people talked about it on television a lot. However, he didn't think he could stop seeing her and liking her the way he did; she was too fascinating and pretty. He didn't really like to talk about the whole situation. It made him feel more guilty than he was and it had the potential to get Sophie thinking that maybe she didn't want to sneak around behind her brother's back and call whatever they had off. And Milo didn't want that. He would accept it, but he didn't want it.

••Currently he was standing in the bathroom of Petro's condo, where he and Petros had been holed up for quite a while now, for Petros had decided Milo's hair needed revamping. Milo hadn't thought there was much wrong with his dark hair and had been quite wary of what Petros would consider cool as the end result. The guy walked around with permanent sex hair, after all. Milo didn't think Petros's hair looked bad, of course, but he had been very confident that he wouldn't be able to pull off anything... cool looking. However, now that he viewed the end result in the mirror, even he had to admit that he didn't look terribly hideous. His locks were now a dirty blonde and set in an artfully askew way. He stared at his reflection, a bewildered look on his face. "And that is how it is done my friends." Milo glanced up over at Petros, who looked extremely proud of himself. "Looks killer." Milo cast his eyes back to the mirror. He wasn't sure what to say. He liked it, but he wasn't sure if he looked ridiculous or dashing. Or, for that matter, if he was even capable of looking dashing. "Hair is p-probably your m-medium, I'll give it that," he said, gingerly poking at his new tresses. He stuttered much less around Petros now. It had been better a few weeks ago, before he and Sophie had started sneaking around. But now that he had something to fear about him again, it had gotten slightly worse.

••"Yeah, ok, it's good. We gotta finish getting ready."

[/i] Getting one last bewildered look at his reflection in, Milo nodded and followed Petros out of the bathroom at last and into the room where their tuxes were waiting for them. Milo didn't like wearing suits. He had only worn one once before in his life, and that was to his mother's funeral. After getting into the scary thing, he turned to see his friend rummaging around in this closet and emerging with a bottle of Scotch, which he poured into a flask he held in his hand. Milo was only slightly surprised and grateful that Petros had rented a limo. "Ready to get the girls?" Milo nodded, fiddling with the cuff of one sleeve. "Oh and Milo." He looked up as Petros advanced a few step and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know this might be a lot to ask, but I dunno, I felt bad that Sophie would have to be the third wheel, so if you could just talk to her, that'd help me out a lot." Milo felt some mild guilt diluted with a large sense of happiness seep through his system. Guilt because Petros didn't have the slightest idea as to what was going on and happiness because a reason to be alone with Sophie had just been thrust upon him on a platter. "Yeah, sure n-no problem," he said, the happiness winning over the guilt and reducing the stammer count in his sentence.

••He followed Petros out of the room and waited as he knocked on the door of Sophie's room. One of them called out 'just a minute' and Petros rolled his eyes. Tucking his hands into the pockets of the bottom half of his suit, he followed Petros's gesture, indicating that they could wait in the living room. When the girls finally emerged, Milo brought his wandering attention into focus. Sophie looked gorgeous, as usual. As did Petros's date, Andie, but she was also probably one of the most intimidating human beings he had ever laid eyes on, especially in the red dress she was wearing. "Oh my god! What did my brother do to your hair?" Sophie cried with a giggle. Milo instantly shrank a little. Did she like it? Did it really look stupid? "I d-d-don't really know." "It's good, no?" Petros seemed quite confident, anyhow. "It's so different." She didn't seem to hate it, which was good. Andie, however, was giving him a cold look of appraisal that didn't match her tone when the four exchanged the standard assurances that all the others looked great. He wanted to tell Sophie that she looked really, really beautiful but he was afraid that, if he were to say that, his tone and the actual words would either get Petros worked up or suspicious, so he decided he would wait until they could talk alone at the party.

••Following the rest of the group down to the awaiting limo, Milo just had to wonder why everyone in the rich community insisted on driving everywhere. He knew that the Silver estate was not very far away at all. This was why the people on the news were always bitching about global warming. The ride was short and uneventful, with conversations on the milder side occurring between the two sets of people. Upon reaching the Silver mansion, Milo's eyes bugged out just a little. He had been in Valkyrie, home of some of the most extravagant people in the world it seems, for a couple of months now, but the lifestyles were still taking some time to get used to. The four teenages left the car and made their way up to the house, Milo taking in a lot of the details as they went. This place was nicer than his new residence. The family had to be richer, which struck Milo in an interesting way because it seemed that his aunt and uncle had as much money as God.

••When they arrived at the woman holding the guest lists, Petros gave his and Sophie's names and explained why they were without their parents. When the woman asked if Andie was their plus one, Milo saw the Andie give the woman one of the coldest looks he had ever seen. It was official. The blonde Greek girl scared him. Then the bouncer turned her attention to him. "I'm M-M-Milo Ellis[/b]," he said, wincing at his stutters. "I j-just came with th-th-them." The woman nodded and let them through.

••Petros pealed off in one direction with Andie and Milo and Sophie drifted in another. This was Milo's first time at one of these parties and so far he didn't like it. It was filled with rich, beautiful people whose goal seemed to be to show off how wealthy they were and to get slightly, if not completely, drunk. It made him feel like an outsider. And he got enough of that at school, thank you very much. But he was here with Sophie, so it really wasn't completely bad. "So I think this might work out better than I thought. He basically demanded to talk to me right? I think this might be good tonight actually." He looked down and grinned back at her as she slid her fingers through his. "Yeah, I think so too," he said, mostly telling the truth because he had a suspicion that something bad would happen. This was him, after all. "You look really, really beautiful, by the way," he added, inwardly celebrating for the lack of stuttering. It was getting better and better around Sophie.

••Meanwhile, across the room, Andromeda Wallace was already bored. So far getting ready was exponentially more fun than the party itself. Curling her long blonde tresses had been more entertaining than this; hanging around a bunch of rich bitches. It almost wasn't worth the effort of curling her hair, even if it did look quite striking, especially with her dress, if she did say so herself. "So, I am gonna guess that this will be a complete waste of my time. I mean a party to celebrate how rich people are that they can donate?" Ah, her sentiments exactly. "Do they really have more than one of these every century?" she asked, her accented voice a cross between bored and astonished. She did envy these countless rich people. She had never seen a house so elegantly and expensively furnished and decorated as this one. She didn't show it, of course. "Ok, I need a drink. Do you need a drink?" Oh my. Once again; her sentiments exactly. "Yes, please," she said eagerly. A little alcohol might make the situation seem slightly more enjoyable.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

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STATUS complete
WORD COUNT 1817
FORMATTING by me, inspiration from all my v-side lovelies
LYRICS 'hello sunshine' by the super furry animals
TAGGED milo; sophie, andie; petros & tristan, but also everyone since it's the event!
ATTIRE milo & andie
LOCATION the silver estate
DATE may 4, 2007
NOTES woooo. so stoked for this. and sorry about how this post is terrible, btw.