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Post by jamescostello on Jan 24, 2009 10:08:57 GMT -6
 JAMES COSTELLO
I'M TRYING TO MAKE SENSE
OUT OF ALL OF THIS
-----------------------------"Tell me again why I have to go alone, Adeline. Enlighten me." James said in a plain, rough as he played with his old tie in his hands. He leaned against the doorway of his little sister's room while he stayed under the covers, her head of curls encircling her face. "I'm sick, James." She said in an overplayed, fake voice, with subtle coughs afterward. Unconvinced as any intelligent person would be, James shook his head. Still, he played along for the sixteen year old's own sake. "Right. Sick. You've been uh, sick.. since the shooting. A lot lately." Adeline raised her eyebrows apprehensively, maybe even a bit defensively. "I don't know what you're talking about." Adeline coughed once more, even more obvious of its faux state, and James just heaved his legendary sighs, giving her a look. James eyes tended to portray mainly everything of what he was feeling. Lately, those blue eyes were sinking into their own oceans. Ashley wasn't coming back, but accepting that fact that just more aggravating than he could bare. "Just.. whatever happened.. we can.." He rubbed the slight stubble on his chin.
Adeline chuckled lightly. "What, like talk, James? Since when are you the sit down and talk type? All you do is mope over a bowl of Cheerios and brood." Adeline countered, with much attitude pronounced through her voice. "I mean, ever since Ashley left, that's the only thing you do! How can you expect me to rely on you for advice when you're a brick wall? Just go. They're waiting." She pushed on, her face cross and her face red, as she made one final fake cough. James couldn't stand to be there any longer, as he pushed away from the doorway and walked down the hallway, wrapping the tie around the back of his collar and glancing at his reflection in a family portrait to tie the tie. Adeline and James rarely fought, and when they did, it was just strange. James didn't like it. He knew Adeline didn't like it. So why were they doing it? Because they were both troubled, that was why. Fixing his tie, he glanced down the stairs to see his adopted parents romancing one another and giving light kisses. They were something to look up to.
Making his way down the stairs, he caught the glance of his father. "Couldn't convince her?" He asked, as James shook his head, his feet equally distanced from one another as he checked himself in the downstairs mirror once more. His mother, blushing with excitement, walked over and kissed James on the cheek. "You look handsome. Come on, she'll get over it. Let's go." His father chuckled. "Who would've known your a fan of Silver charities." She scolded him with a glance, as James only surveyed them with amusement. As the Costellos left, James gave a half glance at the stairs, expecting Adeline to change her mind. However, the girl didn't appear, so James knew officially he'd be at this thing alone. Fan-fuckin'-tastic. Ever since James was adopted in his Freshman year, he had grown used to these charity events, but that didn't mean he didn't detest them with every ounce in his body.
Despite how much his parents assured him that he belonged there, he just didn't feel like he did. James was the guy that always felt alone in a crowded room, you could say. And while the modest, not as rich and extravagant but still respected family, drove in their Escalade to the Silvers, James could only ponder. He pondered many of many times. When the car finally arrived, the three Costellos made their way to the door which withheld fabulous people. Rich people who would look at the television when the news anchors talking about the horrible economy and go, "Whaaat?" It made James personally sick. "The Costellos." His father noted to the man, giving him a smirk and pat on the shoulder. His father was the kind of man that was just all around respected, friendly and so unlike the humbug rich men who didn't care about their children. James felt fortunate for that. Walking inside, James could only avoid the whole crowd and look for somewhere to sit. Because right now, he detested Valkyrie and everyone in that damn Silver house. Socializing wasn't this brooder's thing.
----------------------------- DATE & TIME : friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
WEATHER : low 70's, breezy
LOCATION : the silver estate, valkyrie, california
CLOTHING & WORD COUNT : wearing this & gasp, 974 words
STATUS : tagged to everyone, eventual fight
LOVE NOTES : broody punches, ftw!
CREDITS : my format, chels for the pictures, relient k lyrics
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Post by William Hartman on Jan 24, 2009 19:28:47 GMT -6
Was he cursed? No Seriously, was it something about him that stopped any hope, any chance of a family from getting near him? You know what? No, that was unfair. He was being selfish, he knew that. He should be worried about the Mitchells but he didn't know what to do or say to make things better for them. And honestly, if he could imagine being in their positions for just one moment, he would not want the illegittamate half-relative who just entered their lives who hardly knew his baby half-sister before she was... before she was killed, he wouldn't want that guy, he wouldn't want that person hanging around trying to empathize when he wouldn't know how it felt to lose his sister, would he? He wouldn't know, how could he? He just met her. He'll never even get the chance to know her... and so yeah. He would not want to be a pest to them. He wouldn't. If they came to see him, or asked him for helped he would welcome them and help them without hesitation but that was all he could think of doing because that was how he felt his friends should ask when troubled times hit. And do unto others as you would want them to do unto you right? He wasn't good at family yet, he never really had one yet.
William Hartman stood in his bedroom in the obscenely large estate his agent insisted him renting out. He tightened the tie around his neck just enough so it looked right without strangling him and reached over to his bed where the vest laid. He pulled his arms through and looked into the mirror as he buttoned them up. He was headed towards the big charity event that a local family was holding. It was at the Silver's and they were donating to E.P.I.C., a charity that shockingly Will hadn't been a part of yet. He may be a movie star but Will was definitely known for being quite the philanthropist. And honestly, it was fairly clear he didn't do it for the image because these huge banquets? yeah, he usually avoided these types. He was the one who sent money anonymously and actually flew to the middle east and africa. He gave his time and money, instead of just blowing hundreds of thousands of dollars to put on a huge show of how they're donating thousands. Donating thousands was great, but if you really want to help, why not give the money you use setting up the press and the glamour of these nights to the charity instead, it usually comes to more. Honestly, he just wasn't thrilled about these types of charitable events but Linda, his agent, insisted and who was he to refuse?
He finally pulled on the jacket of the ensemble to complete his appearance when a loud vibration came from his dresser top. He grabbed his cell, sliding it open and putting it to his ear, "Hey Linda." buzz buzz buzz "Linda, it sounds weird answering the phone by stating my own name, if they're calling my private cell I'm pretty sure they kn-" buzz buzz buzz "You don't think it also sounds a fair bit self-promoting to-" buzz buzz buzz "Okay, I'll be out soon. Thanks Linda." buzz buzz buzz "I'm hanging up now" buzz buzz buzz "bye linda" buzz bu- Okay, yeah, His agent was a fair bit pushy and chauvinistic but she had gotten him to where he was today. What could he do? He owed her. He tossed the closed cell onto his bed and put one hand on his hip, the other on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly. It was going to be a looonnnggg night. knock knock Will jumped slightly as he head the rapping on his bedroom door. Will made his way over to the door and opening it to see a white haired man in his sixties standing on the other side, complete in his black driver's uniform. "Ready Sir?"
Will smiled warmly at the man and put out his arms gesturing to the room, "Jim! come on in!" he said, walking further into the room. "Seriously, Jim, you've worked for me and lived with me for years now, and you still need to call me 'Sir'?" Will asked with a bit of amusement in his voice. Although, it concerned him a bit actually. Jim and his two grand-kids had lived with Will for over a year now. The man's son and daughter-in-law were killed and Jim had to watch these very young, very amazing children, he didn't have the money or space or time or strength so Will had them stay with him, not out of charity but out of friendship. Jim paid for his own food and the clothes for the kids, and the kids toys apart from the gifts Will gave on their birthdays or christmas. For Will, Jim and his grand-kids were the closest he'd ever had to real family, until recently of course. "While I drive you, I am your employee, so I say Sir. But when I beat you in chess, I'll be sure to address you less formally." Will laughed, and beat him in chess he did, Will was terrible at chess. "Well, I know that's the best deal I'll get so I'll take it." He replied with a smile before looking around his room quickly. "Don't suppose there's any way out of this huh?"
"Sir could always tell Ms. Howell he refuses and stand firm." The driver, Jim, suggested plainly. Will gave a small smile, "Heh, that was funny, Jim." Will said as he moved with Jim out into the hall. "You do realize when Linda glares laser beams come out right?" Will added with a bit of sarcasm and a bit of truth. Within five minutes both Will and Jim were out on the road in an elegant black stretch limo, Jim in front, driving, Will tirelessly slouched in the back-seat like a seven year old boy being forced to go to church with his grandma instead of going to Johnny Stevenson's pool party. Soon they pulled up in front of a gorgeous estate and Jim was opening the door of the limo. That was Will's cue. The movie star reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle but of course with a convincing warm and happy smile. Camera's rushed around as people shot his picture. He smiled for them as always and waved as his agent came rushing over. "Will, good you're here." She said, pausing to take a posed picture with Will as they made their way closer to the entrance. "Look, some folks from Hollywood, here, this little town sure has something to get high end people around. Anyways, I am going to sell you a bit okay, mingle with the people worth mingling with and I want you to watch me, if I give you the nod towards someone, introduce yourself. Okay?"
Will rolled his eyes, slightly, "Linda? I'm sure they know who I am already, not to sound conceded and honestly, I have enough lined up, I don't need any more pre-" "Oh hush will, darling, you always need more press and publicity, Hollywood is all about who you know... Now, go be your dashing self and mingle with the ones who's wallets look heaviest." Linda said quickly, giggling at her own joke. A joke Will wasn't sure he got. He simply entered the large room and looked around. Mingle... mingle.. and something about wallets. Honestly, as far as he could tell, everyone at the place was loaded, he never one was that could smell money on people. He smiled and shook a few hands before he decided he really needed a glass of champagne if he was expected to stay here. He looked around and saw a waiter moving through the crowd with a trey. He followed the man and as he did so he felt himself step on someone's toes. He turned around and immediately apologized, "Oh ma'am I'm sorry, are you-" He looked up from the woman's foot up at her face. She was gorgeous, in a very sweet un-sex-pot way, which was nice seeing as many of the women he knew were either like Linda and over stressed all the time so they looked un-pleasent, or they were surgically modified so called "sex goddesses". "You okay?" He asked, actually finishing his first statement.
So, Jesse was in town. Jesse lived in town? The thought made her sick to her stomach. She had been so close to truly learning to move on, she had even thought about and considered telling Charlie about her now very infertile uterus and how it had come to be. She had never actually planned to tell him, but she considered planning to tell him and believe me, for a Woods sibling, that was a big deal. Her and Mark live by many personal rules and they are all different. Mark's rules were all about alienation, studying, succeeding, being a bastard. Charlie's rules were more about parties, sex, style, and recently, charity and pushing away her self doubts. But the number one rule that they shared and always followed was that their problems were their problems and no one had the right to barge into their business and they followed it strictly because they were both ashamed. They were ashamed that their mother committed suicide and they were ashamed of the man their father was. Mark was ashamed he had allowed himself to be beaten by his drunken father while Charlie was ashamed she allowed Jesse to do what he had done to her and she was ashamed she could no longer have children because of it. She was ashamed she went to Jesse when she found out she was pregnant and she didn't want to be judged for it. Neither did Mark. Secrets kept them safe.
But they also kept them separated from the world. But they didn't keep secrets from each other. "Woah, hate to admit it Chair but you kind of look beautiful tonight." Charlie looked up as she heard a deep scruffy voice come from her doorway. She smiled at the compliment looking over at her brother. Compliments were rarely given and carefully thought through coming from Mark, so you can usually trust them, they mean more. She shrugged, "I thought I'd go classic." She replied cooly as though it were nothing. She had put a lot of thought into her appearance for the night actually. It will be the first big night she and her boyfriend have since they both got back and she was excited for it. Especially since their reunion was ruined by Jesse's presence. She had found this great long golden gown looked straight from the 1930s. She did her own hair which took forever by the way. She just wanted to look nice for McPherson and wanted everything to be okay again. With Jesse popping up out of the blue. A bit of security and just being with he-Charlie would be very nice.
She watched as Mark smirked slightly and continued walking down the hall towards his own room before she turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror, now it was just a matter of time before the taxi got there. Mark needed his truck to get to work later and honestly, she would much rather show up in a cab than beat up red pick up truck. She jumped slightly as she heard the doorbell. That would be the cab. Charlie checked herself once more quickly before she grabbed her shall and made her way downstairs and to the cab and soon, she was on her way. Oo she was getting excited now. Charlie had never been to one of these sort of event. The organization she had worked for in Chicago was not so much a big banquet type of group but the business meetings and press conferences asking for help kind of group. She thanked the driver and reached over to hand him fare and tip before she stepped out of the cab and gasped looking around the place. It was... stunning. Now, all that was left was to find her boyfriend so she could get in. She looked around for her co-blonde.
Pants, shirt, tie, jacket, shoes. And with those all set, Miles Giovanni was ready to go. It was the night of the charity event for E.P.I.C. that he was attending all dressed up. Honestly, Miles quite enjoyed the sharper GQ look that he could sport. Miles maybe, physically, look pretty pathetic in work out clothes but in a suit the boy looked very... commanding is the only word I can think of that works out well. He fits suits very well. Miles was of course invited as a Giovanni, not a plus one. He was expected to go with his Aunt and cousins. Honestly, he would rather show up on his own, supermodel in hand with his family out of sight, preferably with his father in jail, perhaps even his Uncle but even Miles knew that was probably not going to happen. Seriously, he was the leader of the Italian mafia, very few knew where the evidence lay that was strong enough to convict him. Sure the feds could probably get Fausto a few years in jail for drug trafficking but everyone knew the FBI wasn't going to touch the man until they had something solid to pin all the murders on him. It was like most mobs. The government knows who the head man was, they just couldn't do anything about it. It was sort of funny if you think about it.
Miles jogged down the large staircase of the Giovanni estate down to kitchen where he found Paolo and Tino, now Tino, Miles actually didn't mind too much and seeing Miles resentment for the family, that was saying a lot. Within a few moments he looked up as his Aunt Annora walked into the room. She looked... distraught but forcing out the happy facade. Poorly, if Miles could say so. Miles hid a small smirk as he walked behind the group towards the limo. He wasn't smirking that she lost her daughter, merely at her lack of skills to, please forgive the crass turn of phrase, "suck it up." Yeah, Miles wasn't one much for sympathy and it would be a lie to say he felt for them. Because he didn't. It was a rather disgusting thing actually but he hardly cared. He didn't. And even he could admit that that was a rather despicable thing but he found it kind of funny watching Paolo mop around and getting all touchy and irritable, not to mention satisfying in a sense. And extremely pleasing to see Fausto getting touchy. There was something so, fulfilling in seeing such a powerful man as Fausto lose some control and composure. Johnny Jones may not have been in the right, but Miles honestly felt for him more than anyone else. Miles was basically another example of the same, a weakling pushed to the breaking point, but instead of bringing a gun to school, Miles changed himself, and instead of shooting to hurt, he schemed. He was smart so not so much scared as Johnny Jones had been but he had that same hatred in his heart.
On the way there Miles shared a small conversation with Tino before they pulled up to the Silver estate and were released. Miles said goodbye and headed straight into the event, blending well with the classy crowd as he made his way around. After a few minutes of shmoozing Miles looked up to see Tino walk in with one Bevin Turner. Miles would recognize that blonde anywhere, even if she was decorated in a fashion he had never seen even near her, let alone on her. Honestly he was surprised she had some, why would she want to? It never seemed like her scene. Maybe a bit of class had gotten to her, who knew? Although, Miles may want to find out. Had to think about it. It was his opinion that he may have wasted time on this one. He was curious about her, she wasn't like the other girls around Valkyrie and that was refreshing to him. Soft spot growing for her? perhaps but he was still Miles and a soft spot was basically wood while the rest of him was cement. He smiled to the person he was talking with, some pathetic going on about... something. Miles excused himself from the conversation and walked over to Tino and Bevin, who looked rather in awe of the place. "Well, well, well, never in millions years did I expect to see you here, little duck." He said with a grin before looking over at his cousin, "Way to go Tino." He added with a fair bit of suggestive sarcasm in his voice.
tagged;; Will to Maddie, charlie to charlie, miles to bevin
status & words;; complete, 2910
clothes;; William, Charlie, & Miles
credits;; format to my variation of everyones, lyrics to Kim Wilde
notes;; sooo Will muse, sort of took over, sorry. Also erin, I wasn't sure if the charlies were meeting there or if he was picking her up so I just wrote it like they were meeting, if you would rather him pick her up that's cool too, it's a very quick edit.
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Timothy Suresh
*college ,
icon cred: heather11483 sig cred to anna <3
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Post by Timothy Suresh on Jan 26, 2009 22:19:34 GMT -6
SURESH BOYS,   _________________________________
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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[/i][/size][/center] - Timothy Suresh was currently running late. Not extremely late but late enough to make him annoyed. It was all Alex's fault really. If she hadn't demanded that he wait so she could show off her dress before he left, he'd be right on time and he'd probably already be at Mary's by now. Of course he'd agreed since she'd practically begged and she was his little sister, after all. Unfortunately Tim temporarily forgot that this was his little sister and she took forever to get ready. And then there was the rip in the dress which pushed everything back but she'd finished eventually and thank goodness for that. Tim had managed to escape as soon as possible after that, unknowingly completely missing out on the big Nina drama which he'd be grateful for once he found out about that. But never mind all that, right now Tim was just concentrating on trying to find his way to Mary's place. She'd told him she was staying with a few friends but finding the house was easier said than done when you were Timothy Suresh and didn't look at directions beforehand. Oops?
But come on, he didn't need directions. Eventually he managed to remember the street and house number and finally, with a smug grin on his handsome face, Timothy pulled into the Summer's apartment drive. As he turned the ignition off, he glanced at the car's clock. Okay so Mary was probably wondering where he was but she was a girl so there was a possibility she might still be getting ready. Hopefully the latter so she wouldn't tell him off for being late. Tim climbed out of the car and swung the door shut lazily, straightening his suit out as he did so. Reaching the front door in a few steps, Tim took a breath before knocking smartly against the hard wood. All of a sudden he felt slightly nervous although he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he really liked Mary a whole heap or anything. She was pretty but he didn't have any strong feelings for her right now. Maybe it was the suit making him nervous. He didn't wear suits much. Finally the door opened and Tim gave a smirk to the redhead in front of him. "Not bad, Connors." he said smoothly, winking at her. Oh Timothy, was it that hard to tell her she looked gorgeous or something? Well this was Tim so apparently it was too hard but at least we managed to get a compliment out of him, even if it wasn't a big one.
Tim did have the manners to open the car door for Mary which was a little surprising but hey, he liked surprising people. The drive down to the Silver Estate was fairly quick now that Tim knew the way back and the conversation was small, as expected. You couldn't really expect a big long conversation if you were talking to Timothy. As they arrived at the estate, Tim smirked at Mary, slowing the car down. "You ready for fake smiles?" He asked with a half chuckle, climbing out of the car. Yeah, he'd heard enough from Nina about these parties. Full of rich people with fake smiles and fake words. But hey, they were rich so they could get away with it right? Tim straightened his tie as he closed his car door. This time he didn't run around to open Mary's car door. Oh well, we got half way there. He did take Mary's arm as they walked up to the door though. "Timothy Suresh and my plus one, Mary Conners." Tim stated lazily to the guy at the door who nodded and waved them in. Making sure Mary was still next to him, he led her inside the large house. So what now?
- Carlito didn't really get the big excitement about these big fancy parties. Sure, it was fun for the girls getting all dressed up in pretty dresses and such, but to be to honest Carlito found his tux a little uncomfortable. He wasn't used to wearing something this stiff so he'd been shifting and itching at his suit pretty much since he'd first put it on a few hours ago. Plus, his hair was still all over the place and he'd been getting disapproving looks from his Aunt Melissa all day. Luckily Nina's little transformation had taken the attention off Carlito's wild hair for a bit, not that Carltio was actually that pleased with Nina's transformation at all. He was almost as furious with her as her parents which was odd but she was like a little sister to him and since both of his sisters were currently back in the Philippines still, he'd been unleashing his big brother attitude on Nina and what had she done? She'd gone and turned into a worse version of Leti, his sister who was the same age as Nina and had always been very loud and flirtatious. In fact, if you took away a few body features and the bitchy attitude Nina had suddenly grown overnight, Carlito would swear he was back in the Philippines. The biggest difference though, was that in his hometown, he knew almost all of the guys so he knew he could trust them not to hurt Leti because they knew he'd deal with them. In Valkyrie, Carlito still hardly knew anyone so his usual threat wasn't so inviting. He didn't have enough friends in Valkyrie to back him up if he got into a fight.
He had planned on keeping an eye on Nina tonight but then once they arrived at the Silver Estate, Nina's glare at him as they climbed out of the car had told him he should probably make other plans. So instead, he'd found himself wandering around the large house alone. What fun eh? Exactly. Glancing around as he strolled, Carlito frowned slightly to himself. Despite having lived in Valkyrie for a couple of months now, he still didn't know many people which kind of sucked, if he really thought about it. But none the less, Carlito kept his eyes out for a familiar face which was turning out to be a bit hopeless now. Several minutes in and he was still alone. There were a few other strays wandering around the party but no one else Carlito really wanted to strike up a conversation with.
As Carlito continued to glance around though, he spotted something that caught his eye, if not for a good reason. Half hidden in one of the corners was a rather pretty girl holding a single glass of wine. Now, Carlito hadn't been to many of these Valk parties but he was pretty sure that the underage guests weren't really supposed to be drinking at all. Carlito had been around long enough to know that didn't stop any of them anyway. But seriously, this was in front of the parents. Was this girl hoping to get caught? Or maybe she just hoped no one would notice. Too late now, sweetie. Striding across the room, Carlito manouvered his way around so he could walk up next to her, just out of her eyeline. As he approached her, Carlito watched the pretty girl take a sip from the glass. "By no means do I mean to intrude, but should you really be drinking that?" He asked in his low voice, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. Thank goodness this suit had pockets. Carlito raised one eyebrow as he looked at the girl. Yeah, she wasn't over eighteen. No way.
TAGGED TO; timothy to mary, carlito to catherine
WORD COUNT; 1311
OUTFITS; carlito. timothy.
CREDITS; lyrics to HSM3 hehe. my format with inspiration from EVERYONE
NOTES; anna - nrr sorry for the god-moding. i figured it was easier to get them at the party now. just tell me if it's too much and i'll edit xD
clare - woo carlito and catherine are going to be fun.
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Post by charliemcpherson on Jan 29, 2009 23:58:09 GMT -6
  THE MCPHERSON’S” well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me “
[/SIZE][/font] - - - - - [/center] Handing the cabbie a twenty, Beatrice opened the door and gracefully slid out of the backseat. Walking up the steep driveway of her father’s home, she shivered slightly at the breeze on her bare arms. Should have brought a shawl or something to cover up, but then again she wasn’t going to be outside for long. Her father had originally wanted to pick her up from the hotel she was currently staying at, but it was out of the way and Beatrice nothing better to do but spend her time getting ready, so she found it silly for them to come get her when she could easily come meet them here. She had also offered just to meet the rest of her family at this charity ball but her father insisted they arrive together. He was a little hurt that Beatrice was currently staying in a hotel, but with the renovations currently going on in the upstairs, Bea needed the alone time – she was very committed to getting her life back together.
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[/b]ntering the mansion that housed her father, step-mother, brother and younger step siblings. ”Hellooooo. I’m here!” she announced to the empty foyer. It wasn’t like the McPherson house to be quiet like this – especially when everyone was home, it was a little eerie actually. Making her way to the closest sitting room, Bea took a seat on the couch, sighed heavily and through her head back. As much as she was looking forward to getting out and going somewhere that wasn’t the hotel bar, she knew she wasn’t going to know anyone and would be too reserved to leave her father’s side. Her old side would have no problem going to socialize the rich and famous of Valkyrie, California but at this point she wasn’t quite there yet. ”Beatrice…” Her step-mothers voice carried into the sitting room, followed by a very hoarse cough. ”In here Jord.” Sitting up Bea watched as her step-mother, obviously not dressed for the occasion entered the room. ”Hello darling, -cough- Wow don’t you look great tonight? Bea smiled at the compliment, glancing down at her outfit, she had a feeling the dress may not be as dressy as some of the others, but she was comfortable and felt beautiful in it, so that was all the maters. ”Thanks, why aren’t you dressed? Dad sounded very concerned about being on time.” The last bit was sarcastic, Carl McPherson was never early, only on time every once and awhile and always late. Collapsing in the chair across from her step-daughter, Jordy McPherson, Carl’s thirty something second wife, coughed again. ”I feel like absolute crap, there is no way I can show my face at the Silver’s looking like this.” Bea just tilted her head and gave her stepmother a sympathetic smile. ”Awh well feel better, I’ll give you all the deets when we get home.” At twenty two Beatrice wasn’t that much younger then her step mom – they could be sisters, but all in all Bea had no problem with the women. She didn’t know her that well until she moved to Cali, but in the short months Bea lived in her home, they had become friends. A[/b] few moments later, as Bea made small talk with her step mom, Charlie made his way downstairs. It had only taken him moments to get dressed, he had just hoped out of the shower, got dressed and went. He wanted to get going, the she-Charlie would be waiting for him – it wasn’t going to be his fault they were late. Making his way to the back of the house, where the kitchen was located, he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before making his way to the front where his sister and step-mother were waiting. Charlie had wanted to pick up his girlfriend and arrive there with him, without his family tagging along, but Carl wanted them all to arrive together. For some reason his old man was getting nostalgic these days – probably because of Charlie’s plans for the future and wanted to spend all the time he could with his kids. It was beginning to freak Charlie out – he was someone who had a lot of free time and trust when it came to his parents and had enjoyed it. ”Bea!” Charlie smiled as he saw his sister. ”Good you’re here, maybe you can persuade dad to get a move on,?’ It was as the words left his mouth, that his father jogged slowly down the stairs. ”Sorry kiddos, business call lasted a little longer that I expected, we all set? Awh Bea darling you look beautiful!” Beatrice stood up, a small smile on her face as he father leaned in to kiss her cheek. ”Jord you’re sure you don’t want to join us.” Sneezing disgustingly, Jordy shook her head no. ”No, no, the only place I’m going is to bed. I need to get over this by tomorrow. I’m so greatful Isabelle could watch the kids tonight, I couldn’t imagine trying to keep up with them tonight.” Jordy and Carl had two young kids together and while Jordy didn’t work and stayed home with them, she had two nannies on staff. I[/b]t took another fifteen minutes before they actually left, taking Mr. McPherson’s Bentley. Charlie at this point had stopped worrying, he really hoped his girlfriend wouldn’t be waiting on him but at this point it made no sense to worry. He had a new outlook it seemed lately, especially when it came to his relationships. If he actually followed through with his plan to go to school in England next year – which was his plan as he had accepted the scholarship, then he had limited time left in Valkyrie. It didn’t matter where he was going, he would be leaving no matter what, but London was just so far away, it wasn’t like he could come back for a weekend or something. It was a little bizarre how little him and the she-Charlie had discussed this plan, but Charlie in all honesty didn’t really want to have that conversation. He wanted things to stay the way they were – perfect. A[/b]rriving at the Silver mansion, the three McPherson’s exited the car and walked towards the entrance. Beatrice linked her arm in her father’s, remembering when she was young, when it was her mother hosting these types of events in their stunning Mansion in the English countryside. It was those days where she was the belle of the ball, the center of attention. Being the only girl, Bea liked to believe she was the favourite child even though her parents constantly stated they didn’t have a favourite. Being in Valkyrie Bea could see how much her father took pride in Charlie, but she was still his little sweet Bea and was craving attention lately. It was Bea who spotted the she-Charlie first. She had met Charlie’s other half twice before, once completely by accident in a book store where she jumped to the conclusion the high schooler was pregnant, and again at a family dinner. Charlie saw her next and walked a little more briskly to meet her. Slowing his pace, and shoving his hands in his pockets, Charlie sheepishly came up to his girlfriend who was looking exceptionally gorgeous tonight. ”Excuse me miss, but you’re too beautiful to be standing here all by yourself.” He could be pretty cheesy, but Charlie hardly cared – he was too mesmerized by her beauty, standing there all dressed up. It was all he could do not to ask her if she wanted to leave right then. Stepping in to kiss her, Charlie grabbed the she-Charlie’s hand, perhaps getting a little too carried away as he heard his sister clear her throat. Coming up behind her brother, her arm still linked with her father’s, Beatrice couldn’t help but smile at her baby brother and his girlfriend. As much as Charlie’s craziness about the she-Charlie nauseated her and made her miss her dead fiancé, she couldn’t help but be happy for them. Nodding at the she-Charlie she smiled. ”Hullo Charlie, it’s nice to see you again.”[/color] ”Charlie! Glad you could join us tonight. Might I add you look very nice.” Carl McPherson enjoyed meeting his son’s friend (not meant to sound so creepy btw) and approved of his son’s girlfriend. Although it took a lot to really upset Carl McPherson – when it came to anything besides business and work he was a fairly easy going guy who I guess you could say was trying to relive his glory days through his son. He loved hearing other people talk about Charlie, make comments about his soccer skills or mention his popularity, and having a beautiful girlfriend went a long with all that. After a moment or two, Carl and Beatrice entered ball, Carl immediately seeing someone to schmooze, Bea following him unsure what else to do. Charlie took the she-Charlie’s arm and began to lead her inside. - - - - - S[/b]tatus: finished ! T[/b]ag: charlie for charlie (yay charlie^2!), bea’s a floater, I don’t plan to do much with her W[/b]ords: eh, forgot to count before formatting C[/b]lothing: bea & charlieN[/b]otes: anna I’m really sorry the ending sucks, didn’t know what to do haha C[/b]redit: format inspired by everyone, lyrics to jason mraz <3 [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by Min-Sook Park on Jan 30, 2009 12:01:08 GMT -6
•• 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 •  • • • • • "What do you mean you're not feeling good? You seemed perfectly healthy this morning." Natalie pointed out in a room surrounded by cheerleading trophies, posters of celebrities, and photos of a certain blonde with her friends on the walls. "Okay, okay. You caught me. Big deal." Brianna Malinda responded with sarcasm. "I just don't want to go, 'kay? I'm sick of these ultra fake events. Nobody around here really cares about those things." She was under her blankets, apparently acting like she was sick when it was obvious that she was feeling fine. "Come on. They're your parents, so y-" But she was interrupted. "Just another reason why I don't want to go. Like I wanted to go out in public with my parents, Puh-lease." Meanwhile, Natalie's eyes were looking at some of the pictures in Brianna's room and spotted one with none other than Jason Lévesque. "How 'bout Jason? He'll probably be there." It seemed as if Brianna hadn't thought about that since she muttered, "Dammit. Just tell him that I didn't want to go and that I'll see him tomorrow or whenever." Giving up, Natalie finally said, "Fine, you win. Just a heads up though, you don't look very sick." Brianna merely scoffed. "Does it really matter? I'm not going anyways." Cheerleader had a point and Natalie decided to just go. Why did it matter if she said anything? Brianna always had a response or answer. She would never win.
The girl knew that her uncle and aunt were waiting outside, but she wanted to check on her sister first, but when she looked in Nikki's room, she was still getting ready. What a surprise. Figuring that she would probably be in the car alone with just her aunt and uncle like that one time she was the only one to go to the art gallery with them, Natalie walked downstairs to see Amber sleeping and Sam reading. Not wanting to disturb them, she simply walked outside and was soon enough in the car, on her way to the event. Natalie figured that she would be bored if she didn't see any of her friends there, which is why she brought her camera to take pictures of random things. It wasn't all fancy like the kind that paparazzi had. Just a simple, digital camera. It was a quiet ride, her aunt and uncle speaking to each other while Natalie just sat in the back, looking out the window. When they arrived, Natalie, her aunt, and her uncle greeted the Silvers at the front door and made their way in and soon Natalie was off by herself. The sophomore pretty much just walked around for a while, taking pictures here and there of the room and everyone mingling, but then more people started to come in, including her sister who immediately starting drinking. This couldn't be the same Nikki Malinda she knew, but it was.
Walking over to her sister with the camera in her hand, she hadn't gotten to her before Jason came over. Okay, why the hell was Jason talking to her sister? They barely talked to each other from what Natalie knew, but then again, these days, she didn't know much about her sister. The girl decided to just walk over anyways. Meanwhile, Nikki was obviously drinking, thinking that holding wine glasses made her look so graceful, and choosing a white dress was perfect, especially since it made her so innocent and no one could possibly expect her to do anything bad. "Why hello, Nikki." The girl looked up to see none other than Jason Lévesque. "Jason." She responded. "Hotter? Puh-lease. But anyways, she's somewhere. How am I suppose-" Before she could finished, Natalie jumped in with the answer. "Brianna said she's sick of going to these things. She'll see you tomorrow and blahblah. My message has been delivered and now I'm out." And sure enough, Natalie was gone and Nikki was waiting to see how he would respond. It was really no surprise who Natalie was trying to find now that she saw Jason, because if Jason Lévesque was here, then Anne would be here, and also Garrett. At least, she hoped he would be here. After their texting during the school shooting, Natalie had been longing to see him. Things with Mark Wood were over and it's been a while since she's seen that mystery man from the masquerade ball and Natalie was done trying to find him.
Then Natalie Malinda turned around to look for Garrett in a different direction and found him, next to Anne. Her smile couldn't be stopped at the sight of him and she couldn't help but suddenly feel insecure. Was her hair all over the place? Did the dress look bad on her? What was she going to say? Would it be weird to just go up to him and say something? And why was she thinking all of these things now and not before? Everything was so much simpler through text. Taking a deep breath, Natalie walked over to Garrett, trying to act casual and be normal. She made sure not to let herself doing something embarrassing like tripping. "Mind if I steal him away from you?" Natalie asked Anne, since she didn't want to get in the way if they were talking or doing something important. All she really wanted to do was spend some time with Garrett, especially since she never felt like this when she was around him before, and she wasn't sure why. It was all just so confusing.
In one part of the Silver Estate was Amber Malinda, all alone, not counting the people watching her right now. It seemed like more people had seen her video and went to BlogTv, because there were more comments and whatnot. "Ooh, have you guys seen Emo Elmo? He was all like 'If life is so fair, why do roses have thorns?" Amber said, imitating the video. She laughed a bit before continuing, "I think it was from MadTv - ohmygosh, I love MadTv. Especially Stewart! He looks so creepy, but is HI-larious. And his dance? So awesome." One subject kept on leading to another one, especially with Amber. "And speaking of dancers, who agrees with me when I say that L-X-D are incredible? Jabbawockeez too. I think I have their shirt somewhere...but either way, they're redonculous!" A bunch of comments started popping up about the League of Extrordinary Dancers on YouTube and Jabbawockeez from America's Best Dance Crew. The girl was about to go on about something else, but you could tell that she was distracted because her face turned into confusion as she read the comments. "What are you guys talking about?" Amber asked them, wondering why there were so many people saying things like, "Someone's creeping up behind you." Were they trying to scare her or something? Right when she saw, "TURN AROUND!!!", Amber turned to see Alex Suresh and the girl bursted into laughter.
"Not the best idea to sneak up on me when I'm doing a live webcast." Amber said to Alex, laughing a bit and pointing to the camera. She waited until Alex got a little closer before saying, "This is Alex, my stalker." She said, laughing again. "She's my favorite stalker though." It was pretty obvious that Alex wasn't a stalker, but even though they had met not too long ago, the two were close already. They had so much in common and seemed to understand each other. Amber always had the weirdest conversations with Alex, but they were fun and entertaining conversations and she always seemed to laugh when she was with her. Plus, isn't that what everyone wants in a friend? Same interests, humor, and someone you can talk to when you need it? It was like, fate for the two to meet.
Maddie Malinda was feeling completely out of place at this charity event. She was used to middle-class things, except for the fact that she lived with Kale Summitt in the Valks, but she still maintained an average lifestyle, you could say. So when she walked in and saw this whole thing, it was kinda weird since first of all, it wasn't exactly her home and all the people around seemed to be so, what was the word...fancy? She just didn't feel like this was the place she was suppose to be. The girl knew absolutely no one here and all she could do was at least try to meet someone knew, but they would most likely think they were one, better than her, or two, she would get along, but the mess up, because that was just the type of person she was. Meeting new people was nice, making friends was better, but Maddie usually was a clumsy and she was afraid that she may do something like spill a beverage on someone's dress and around here, things like that were unforgivable. The girl was about to decide that she would stay only for a bit before leaving since there wasn't much to do here for her.
All of a sudden, she felt pressure on her foot, and whispered to herself, a quiet, "Ow." But then she heard a familiar voice, but she didn't know why it was so familiar. "Oh ma'am I'm sorry, are you-" Maddie looked up to see...Well, at first she thinking more along the lines of, "I've seen this guy somewhere. But where?" but then she realized it was William Hartman, an actor. He was good, she knew that, because she had seen some of his work, but it probably wasn't a good idea to met him. With all his accomplishments, it had to have gone to his head like it did with Kanye West. She had watched some random award show and the guy was pretty arrogant, and some of the things he said were so cocky that it was kind of funny in an odd way. "You okay?" Maddie simply nodded and said in a nice, small voice. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." And with that, she turned around, about to just go. Of course he stepped on her foot. The guy didn't have to care about anyone. He was successful, enough, and it wasn't like they were buddies now or anything. Plus, did she really need to get involved with a jerk?
Heh, so much for not judging a book by it's cover.
Gisele Malinda was pretty bored to say the least and was wonderingwhy she even had to be here. Why not just donate and then leave? She had heard about a party this night too, but was wondering if she should go or not, but had to check her schedule on her phone before really knowing, since she had so much to do in her life, and she couldn't keep much track of anything. Okay, photoshoots all over the place, commercial next weekend... She thought to herself. Apparently she had cleared the night for this thing which she regretted since it was turning out to be pretty lame. Why did should she meet people here when she can meet more important people somewhere else? “Gisele! Oh my goodness, it’s been just so long.” The model knew that she had heard that voice somewhere. Looking up to see Kiran Slade, Gisele put on her a fake smile. Just what she needed, a girl that drove her completely nuts to be at the same place. It's not that she hated Kiran, just that with Kiran, she wasn't able to be the only model in the room. There were tons of models, but she was one that was known, but Kiran was one too. Just what she needed. Competition. "Kiran? What a small world." She said as if it was a good thing. Hey, maybe they would get along tonight. Who knew? "I've been just fabulous and very busy. How have you been, darling?" Like she really cared.
( tagged ) event fourteen, bby! let's see, tagging nina&partly jason for nikki, will for maddie, & alex, tino, maybe hayden (?) for amber (:
( notes ) natalie has zero plots even though i made her go up to garrett, heh. & sorry for the wait, everyone! five charries in one post xD
( clothes ) natalie (green dress) & nikki & amber & maddie &gisele.
( credits ) for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from green light by john legend ft. andre 3000.
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Post by anabellehoux on Feb 1, 2009 16:18:39 GMT -6
 ANABEL LEHOUX
YOU'RE AN INDIAN SUMMER
IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER
-----------------------------"Excuse me." Anabel noted to Coco, whom was distracted by her nervous glances. Hanging around Coco was normally very exciting, and she'd find herself doing something dangerous or completely out of character. However, now a day hanging around Coco was simply tiresome and almost dreadful. Coco was fake to the parents, cruel to everyone around her, pissed about Jude (or pissed at anyone happy in general) and obsessed with Peter Fischer. For right when Peter had walked in the house, Coco had scoffed as if she was a little middle schooler seeing a girl that had done her wrong. Anabel had tried to pull out of Coco what was wrong, but the petite blonde (versus the much taller darker blonde) wouldn't budge. Instead, she told Anabel to stay away from Peter, and much other English profanity that Anabel had made a point not to learn. Tired of Coco's depressing manner, Anabel excused herself to the bathroom, where she passed the Levesques.
Taking a moment to recognize the Lehoux, the two parents put on a gracious smile. Comparatively, Anabel knew that the Lehoux family would be much happier versus the Lehouxs. It was a complete switch. The Lehouxs had lost a child, the Levesques had gotten theirs back. "Why Anabel, look at you. And look how you've grown." Romaine Levesque said, kissing Anabel on both cheeks as Gregoire did the same. "I hear you're doing quite well for yourself." Anabel watched the mouth move and translated slowly. "Yes, I would hope so." That was the reason for coming to Valkyrie after all. "You both look wonderful." She complimented, as they gave her a warm smile. "You see, I like her attitude. Now why can't Anne attribute some of that? Or even Jason?" Maybe because they were more upfront about it? Because deep down, or more of inside Anabel's head, she was hating the curls in Romaine's ugly hair and the un plucked eyebrows of Gregoire's. They were both very ugly people in Anabel's eyes, but hey, if they were to ever be interviewed for Anabel's sake, she might as well keep her reputation stable. "Well, it was lovely to see you. We must all have dinner." With that, they nodded politely to one another and left.
Finally. Anabel thought to herself, adjusted the straps of her dress and then walking toward the bathroom. Staring at the mirror next to some other woman with much too botox, Anabel applied a bit more blush and lipstick to her plump lips. She glanced for a while in the mirror, criticizing little things she'd need to improve on for the next photo shoot, such as a sign of a pimple or some odd mark, and then left the bathroom. A world without sound at a party. How does that feel? Anabel had learned to more of observe and copy rather than have her own judgment on the music or sounds of an event. How could she anyways? It was something that she got a little angry over, something that she had surely gotten used to, but it wasn't ideal. Gracefully smiling at others politely, she wandered into her own world like she often did. She noticed Kiran had arrived, but was busy so figured she would catch up with her later. She had known Kiran through modeling, and they hadn't spoken in a good while. However, this wasn't a visit. This was permanent. That scared her a bit, to be honest.
Making her way to the corner, she noticed a man with a cello. She adored cellos, or any unique musical instrument. She watched him, for while she couldn't hear the music, she observed how expertly he played. Glancing as to not look like a complete creep, she nodded to it, seeing as she was the superior at the moment, and then observed a couple paintings and vases near the cello. You don't have to hear music to feel it, most say, and that's how Anabel felt.
----------------------------- DATE & TIME : friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
WEATHER : low 70's, breezy
LOCATION : the silver estate, valkyrie, california
CLOTHING & WORD COUNT : wearing this & 898 words
STATUS : tagged to charlie <3
LOVE NOTES : cue the aw factor.. now.
CREDITS : my format, chels for the pictures, kevin rudolf lyrics
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Post by Paolo Giovanni on Feb 1, 2009 22:54:21 GMT -6
PAOLO, TINO, & BEVIN , [/size][/font] "so give me something to believe."   I TRIED TO BE THE ONE THAT EVERYBODY LOVEDWHERE HAS THIS GOTTEN ME? I TEAR MYSELF TOSHREADS TO PROVE THAT I'M SOMEONE I COULD NEVER BE----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center]
It was the beginning of a really long night. How many people did his mother actually know here? Mrs. Evertson, and her third husband were talking on and on with Annora. I recognized her as one of the many ladies in the book club Annora was in. Yeah, a book club. Annora may really love literature, but even Paolo knew that club was an excuse for middle-aged women to sip champagne and gossip. "Yes, the funeral was just a lovely service." Annora said this. A small smile was placed on her face as Mrs. Evertson held his mother's hands. "We are just so sorry for what happened. It was a terrible, terrible thing." Paolo played close attention to his mother, willing to get her out of the conversation if he needed to. Annora nodded, "Yeah. I'm just so grateful for my sons, being there." Suddenly three pairs of eyes were on him as the conversation seemed to turn the direction to him. He smiled awkwardly, since he hadn't been part of the conversation at all. "Oh well, that's good. I hear so many wonderful things about Paolo. You have such a great kid." Ok, yeah, still here, standing next to her. Paolo just kept on smiling, waiting for them to look away from them. Then, his mother's hand was on his cheek, smiling lovingly now. "Yeah, he's too good. Honey, you don't need to follow me around, isn't Samantha coming?" "Yeah, she should be around here somewhere. But, I'd like to stay with you a little bit longer." Mrs. Evertson found that cute, but his mother knew the real reason. She knew that he was staying around to keep an eye on her. It's weird how mothers can communicate with their children through their eyes because if Annora was in fact talking to him aloud she would have been saying, 'I'm fine, Paolo, go and find your girlfriend.' but Paolo communicated back a 'no.'
They moved onto the next couple, Paolo's thoughts found yet another escape. This time to his last visit in Los Angeles. Where his father gave him an offer that had been stressing him out lately. Paolo had come to accept the mafia aspect of his life. But, he knew he wasn't going to get in on it. These days, signing up for that was like a death sentence. Paolo just had too much to live for, dying young was not one of them. But now, he was just so angry all the time. He wanted to scream, he wanted to hit, and in his dreams, he wanted to kill. It was like his father, Fausto Giovanni, already knew all of this. He sat Paolo down and gave him an offer. Upon graduation, he could go to ucla for the fall and learn the ropes, or he could stay in Valkyrie and go to VU. Never had he been so tempted by an offer. And considering how his thoughts always were so 'no' to the mafia, that he was actually considering it.
"Hi." This time, a familiar voice came brought him back to the party, and he was met by the soft lips of his girlfriend. "Sam," he said as he kissed her back, "I didn't know you were here." He looked to his right, where his mother was glancing back at him, nodding. Another one of those mother/son communication things. This time, Paolo obeyed and he turned his back to his mother and her friends. "How have you've been?" He knew she was just trying to be nice. To be honest, they hadn't been hanging out together for about a week. It was weird not seeing her as he often did. "You know me... trying to keep it all together." He shrugged as his hands slid into his pockets.
Paolo took one hand out of his pocket and reached for Sam's hand. "I've missed you." he admitted. "And I do love you... I don't think I've told you that enough lately." He looked up slightly to spot Bailey, sitting at a table. It had to be one of those weird, 'I know we're looking at the other' moments because she spotted him and waved. Paolo himself smiled and waved back. He took a mental note to where she was so he could find her later. He needed to talk to her. "Oh good, Bailey's here too. I need to talk to her later. Remind me." Oh, you stupid Italian.
"Would you close your mouth. You look like a kid on Christmas morning." Bevin immediately closed her mouth and turned and faced Tino. "Well this place looks like Christmas morning!" she truly had never seen this many lights in one place. It was very warming for the house with people she never knew moved pass her. She saw Tino smirked and she covered a hand with her mouth, "Shut up ok? I've never been to one of these things before." It was like the first day of school, except more expensive and people twice and three times her age. Bevin was quickly wondering why she agreed to this anyway. She would have much preferred now that she would go to this Shak party her brother was talking about going to tonight. Beach house, the ocean, that appealed to the blonde surfer far more than tight dresses and people she did not know.
"Well, well, well, never in millions years did I expect to see you here, little duck." Tino and Bevin had been joined by Miles. Bevin smiled quickly and looked down at the shoes that were killing her feet. "That makes two of us "Way to go Tino." She heard Tino chuckle. "Someone had to, cousin." She looked back up, nodding and added on to what Tino had said, "Right. And I was expecting another Giovanni to ask me, but Tino just had to do." Her Irish accent and tone was more playful than usual as she smirked and brushed off imaginary dust from Tino's tie. It was a little bit of a joke. Could have been mean, but her tone said otherwise. But, Miles hadn't been asking her out lately, and it made her a little bit nervous. Tino stated, "Ok, that is definitely my cue to leave." He nodded and within in seconds disappeared into the crowd.
Ok, well that wasn't what she was going for. Alone by herself without someone to back her up? Tino basically just deserted her. So then, Bevin felt she needed to impress Miles somehow. But she was never fluent in 'rich.' So she stood there for a few moment debating what sounded intelligent in her head. Meh, was it hard for her to think that maybe just being herself was better? She pulled up the lowest part of her dress, which was probably going to be a subconscious habit for the rest of her night. "I was joking... sorta... but really Miles, I've actually kind of missed you coming over to the hotel." In the back of her mind, she was hoping he hadn't moved on, giving her one chance too many.
STATUS, complete
CRED, me, fools.
WORD COUNT, 1188
LYRICS, 'family tradition' - senses fail
CLOTHES, paolo, bevin, & tino
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, & lainey finally posts.
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Post by samantha on Feb 2, 2009 0:49:26 GMT -6
•• samantha malinda ! "he wouldn't do something like that. not again."
 
*/ HEARING WHAT YOU SAY ,
but i just can't make a sound
( FRIDAY, MAY 4TH, 2007 ) the silver estate: event fourteen • • • • • • Paranoid. Nervous. Worried. Afraid.
All those words described Samantha Malinda just perfectly while she was at this Valk Charity Event. Trust me, the now-seventeen year old girl had a reason to feel like this, but although she may have had a reason, she really shouldn't have these emotions running throughout her mind. Paolo Giovanni. He had said he loved her. She told him that she loved him. There were no lies hidden in those words, no, not at all. They were filled with nothing but truth and, well, love. So if she believed him, then why did she feel so uncomfortable right now? Part of her wanted nothing but to be with him, but another part of her kept on telling herself that she needed to stay away until she stopped thinking all these negative thoughts. If the whole thing with Coco Lehoux hadn't happened, maybe she wouldn't have been so paranoid. Then again, knowing Sam, she probably would. It happened a while ago, she had to be over it now, after the fake proposal and all the time they spent together after that. That wasn't bugging her anymore. Okay, well it was, but she was mostly over it so now, it had nothing to do with that one night. This definitely had to do with Bailey Mitchell, no doubt about it. There was no way she could deny that.
All the time they spent together after the shooting; it was killing her. Somehow, whenever Samantha thought about Paolo, Bailey would pop in somehow and then she'd get that feeling in her stomach. The feeling where it's like someone's inside, twisting everything into knots. If she thought about it at night, Sam wouldn't be able to sleep until she thought of something else and changing her thoughts weren't so easy. It had been hard enough to deal with even without seeing him, but now seeing Paolo, it was harder. Now she was looking at him and with him, which technically, isn't a bad thing at all, but it meant that her mind would wander off to places that she didn't want it to go. Don't get me wrong, Samantha loved being with Paolo, but it was just a little hard on her at the moment and she didn't know how to stop it from being the way it was. The girl would have to figure out a way to make herself believe that Paolo wouldn't do anything bad to her. That he loved her, and only her. So far? No success at all. Now that she was with Paolo, she would just have to put on that smile and pretend like everything was okay. Not like she had to, since he didn't seem to notice anything. Not how she was acting. Sam used to think that Paolo knew things about her; that he noticed things that she didn't notice herself. Apparently, she had been wrong.
"Sam," It was nice to hear him say her name again. It had been too long. And when he kissed her? Relief swept over her. "I didn't know you were here." She watched as he looked at his mother. She really hoped that he said that because he was staying with his mother and not because he didn't want to go look for her. No, don't think like that. Sam thought to herself. The relief was obviously gone. There she was, worrying that he might leave her, that she'd be left heart broken. Like how she felt the days before Bailey's birthday bash. There was no way Sam was going to feel that way again. She just wouldn't let herself go through that again. It had been too painful the first time and she was pretty sure that it would be painful the second time. You see, when she was with Mark Wood, the two never really went through the whole typical break-up. Sam didn't experience the, "It's not you, it's me." or the "I still think we should be friends." Sure, they were still friends, but that wasn't the point. The whole long-distance thing was what ruined it, nothing horrible, so Sam had absolutely no experience when it came to these kind of things.
"You know me... trying to keep it all together."
Yes, that really did sound like him. "Is there anyway...Anyway at all...That I can help you out?" Sam truely cared and would like to help as much as she possibly could. It might get him out of this whole thing he was in. Losing a sister must have been hard, the least she could do was offer to help. That way, even if he said he didn't need it, she wouldn't feel guilty and selfish. "I've missed you." Then the relief came back again. "And I do love you... I don't think I've told you that enough lately." That made her feel so much better than she did before. "You have no idea how much that means to me." She said sincerely, and he probably really had no idea how much that meant to her. "But I love you too, and I definitely missed you." Everything had been going so perfectly, better than she really expected it to be. The thoughts of Bailey were starting to go away. But that's the keyword: Starting. It wasn't long before they came back, but what could she do when Bailey was in the same room?
When Sam saw him looking at Bailey, her heart felt as if it dropped. Then when he smiled and waved back, Sam told herself that he was just being friendly. That was the kind of guy that he was. They both lost a sibling in the shooting and could really relate to each other. Why else would Paolo be with Bailey so much more than Sam lately? "Oh good, Bailey's here too. I need to talk to her later. Remind me." If it had been possible, her heart would have dropped even deeper than it had been before. "Um...S-sure. I'll try to remember." It wouldn't be easy to forget his words and as much as it would pain her to do it, she would remind him. She had no reason why she would, but she just wanted to do it. To prove that she wasn't clingy and that she was okay with him and Bailey. If only he noticed all her efforts.
It was going to be a long night.
( tagged ) event fourteen, bby! saolo<3
( notes )
( clothes ) clickers<3
( credits ) for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from apologize by timbaland & one republic.
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Post by Paolo Giovanni on Feb 2, 2009 23:26:06 GMT -6
PAOLO, TINO, & BEVIN , [/size][/font] "so give me something to believe." I TRIED TO BE THE ONE THAT EVERYBODY LOVEDWHERE HAS THIS GOTTEN ME? I TEAR MYSELF TOSHREADS TO PROVE THAT I'M SOMEONE I COULD NEVER BE----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center]
"Is there anyway...Anyway at all...That I can help you out?" Paolo smiled meekly. He appreciated her offer, all of them actually, since they first began when Angelica died weeks ago. It was always the same reply, 'Thanks, but no I'm fine.' I mean, what could Sam really help him with? She couldn't bring Angelica back, she couldn't make him forget about her, she couldn't help him move on when he was refusing the fact the Angie was dead. He knew she just wanted him to feel better, but it was hard. Her attempts were just not enough to bring him out of the funk he was currently in and just couldn't get out of. But to finally satisfy her need to help out he smiled again, leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. "You're already helping. Just standing right here." He turned to see his mother was already gone. She sure was in a rush to get Paolo off her side, now wasn't she? It made Paolo nervous, and a little worried. It was already a bad idea for her to be here tonight. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
He turned back down to look at her. His bottom lip twitched slightly because he knew the time they were spending together was limited. Between memorial services in Los Angeles and taking care of his family, it was a lot for the eighteen-year old. Sure, Alberto was in Valkyrie, but he could be bashing people's knees in and looking after the household at the same time. Paolo, second oldest son, eighteen, not running errands for his father. He was an ideal 'head of household' type of guy with a level head and could be trusted. A big thing for Fausto who was leaving his family for Paolo to take care of. Because it's not like Fausto could take a break from his job to spend time with everyone in Valkyrie. He knew all this happened quickly. It took a tragedy for Paolo to realize he needed to step up to the plate and finally act like man in the Giovanni Family. But, the question remained. Which family was he apart of? Because he was teetering on both sides of it, and he was scared.
Tino slinked his way by the pair. Paolo nodded as Tino nodded back, first and Paolo and then at Sam, breaking into a smile before he carried on his merry way. Everyone in his family liked Sam. His mother well, she adored Samantha. Having girlfriends in the past, none of them struck Annora's attention quite like Sam did. Alberto knew how much Paolo cared for her. The eighteen year old already killed for her... almost, but he was there. Tino well, he was making room for 'best uncle award' in his room, which was kind of creepy, if you really thought about it. Fausto however hadn't bet Sam personally yet. He was there in the hospital waiting room the night she was shot, but never actually met her, but he knew his son found someone he really cared about.
"Um...S-sure. I'll try to remember." But for caring so much for his girlfriend, the attitude and distance he spaced himself with and her was beginning to show. They had been dating for, five months now? He wasn't counting that small amount of time they were separated. But, it came down to that he knew her. He knew the look on her face when she was confused, the way she held back a smile it was inappropriate at the time, the smile when she did well on tests. One thing he completely tuned in on was the tone of her voice when she was upset, and as withdrawn as he was acting, he heard it. He looked down at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Sam, is there something going on? Something bothering you?" He was completely clueless on why she would be upset. Ask him a month ago, he'd be able to tell you, but it wasn't the case this time around.
How was this oblivious, distracted, angry Italian boy to know that he was part of the reason for an upset?
STATUS, complete
CRED, lainey aka me
WORD COUNT, 750
LYRICS, 'family tradition' - senses fail
CLOTHES, paolo, bevin, & tino
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, saolo is such a disease!
and rping paolo acting withdrawn with sam is proving to be hard!
& this wasn't my longest post ever
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Post by samantha on Feb 6, 2009 20:34:33 GMT -6
•• samantha malinda ! "he wouldn't do something like that. not again."
*/ HEARING WHAT YOU SAY ,
but i just can't make a sound
( FRIDAY, MAY 4TH, 2007 ) the silver estate: event fourteen • • • • • • This was so hard for her. Keeping everything inside. All she wanted to do was tell Paolo what she was feeling, but still, she remained struggling to keep everything in. It must have been opposite day, because usually, Samantha never wanted to say much at all and she liked keeping everything in. Actually, she preferred doing that since it meant not worrying about what others thought. Today, it was different and usually when she was with Paolo, she was different, but this wasn't the different she wanted. The different she liked when she was with him was how she was never super quiet or shy when she was with him. She never snorted when she laughed (okay, there were a few times), but things were so much easier when Sam didn't want to vent. When venting was unnecessary and if she ever needed to actually do it, she would do something like, write a letter she would never send. Now, it wasn't like that. Now,, Sam actually wanted to tell Paolo everything to his face. Somebody better find a way to capture this moment, because this was a moment to remember since it probably wouldn't happen again soon. Seriously, since when has Sam wanted to speak up? Was it really surprising that Paolo was the source of this? He always made her feel different from who she really was but that 'different' had always been a good thing. Not this time.
Even the little kiss on the forehead meant so much to her. The little things Paolo did all the time, that she never got tired of, meant so much to her right now. Still her life would be so much easier if she had the confidence of most of the other girls in Valkyrie, such as Andie Wallace or the nerve to speak her mind like Hayden Hadley, but no. She wasn't like that, but she totally wished that she did. "You're already helping. Just standing right here." His answer had yet to change. Either he was fine or Samantha was supposedly helping by doing nothing. Gawd, she just wished that she could actually help. Not by standing by him, but by talking to him, spending time with him. Don't get me wrong, she had seen him around and talked to him lately - It wasn't like they had no contact at all, whatsoever - it was just less communicating than usual and it was bugging her, and everytime Sam felt like she was being too possessive and that was driving him away. One thing was sure: The girl could be an overthinker. Sometimes she wondered why she couldn't be normal. Just a girl with a B, maybe C average that didn't have to be all nervous and worry about anything, but Sam knew that she couldn't live like that. If she were to get a C, she would feel horrible for the rest of the day and try to do extra credit and anything to bring her grade up even though it may have not changed much. What could she do? She just wouldn't be Samantha Malinda if she were to be that person.
"So you're not sick of me being here yet?" Sam said, hiding her worries and nervousness behind a joking tone. Her acting was better than ever right now that she should receive some sort of award for it. It was never that good before, but nonetheless, it was better which had to mean something. Maybe a 'most improved' award? That might be nice considering how she never got it, ever. Getting an award for improvement wasn't that simple when you were already on top and there was little too improve on. There was too much going on her head but she couldn'thelp but smile as she saw Tino walk by, but that smile slowly faded when she, surprise, overthought about it. You see, Tino was always talking about how Sam would be his sister-in-law, but once she thought about that and got past the whole funny part about it, she realized that there would be no future with Paolo and Sam if she kept on acting like this. There were only occasional moments when she thought about her future with Paolo, but would they ever go that far? Or would they just be one of those couples that would end eventually? Oh, how she hoped that wasn't the case.
"Sam, is there something going on? Something bothering you?"
He noticed! He actually noticed! But that wasn't enough to make her happy again, but Sam put on a smile anyways, and spoke. "No, nothing at all. Just stuff going through my mind." And she added, "School stuff." Which wasn't entirely a lie. School had been on her mind, but it just wasn't the only thing that she was stressing out about. At least that's what she would tell herself and hopefully she'd get over it before her conscience took over and the lie ate her alive. If she told that to a stranger, it wouldn't have meant much, but she was lying to Paolo, and that was killing her. She bit her bottom lip until she realized that was one of the things she did when she was feeling nervous and changed it into a small smile. "I guess I may just need some time to relax and not think about anything." She said, wondering when this whole 'joking and happy tone' would start wearing off. Just enough until the end of this whole charity event and she could go home and develop as many frown lines as she wanted too.
( tagged ) event fourteen, bby! saolo<3
( notes ) i just realized that i rarely roleplay sam with anyone but paolo xD
( clothes ) clickers<3
( credits ) for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from apologize by timbaland & one republic.
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Post by Rosalyn Summers on Feb 7, 2009 16:20:51 GMT -6
"Damn it, Damn it, damn it!" Ah, and that frustrated voice came from the only brunette. Of course it came from the brunette, who else? The red-head was a hard one to get frustrated and the blonde was too classy to curse out like that all of a sudden and with out one hint of eloquence. No, this voice belonged to one Haley Summers as she ran through the small hallway in the apartment wearing only her undergarments and a slip from her room to the bathroom. In her hands was what appeared to be a dress with black and plumberry fabric. After about a moment in the bathroom, the brunette ran out again, still not completely dressed and still holding the dress, running for the counter in the small kitchen-like area of the main room. She pulled on of the drawers open and grabbed two safety pins before she darted back down the hall, hardly noticing the red head, Mary Connors as she laughed a bit. Haley shut her door and immediately went to her sewing table, which was make-shift from a folding card table. Come one, give her a break. The three girl's wages covered the rent for the place, and food, but very little was left for themselves. She was running late, still half naked while no doubt Mary and the blonde, Rosalyn Summers, were probably completely gorgeous and ready, like they always were. Damn them.
She just had to fix her dress for this... thing she was going to. It was her first Valk event since the sex tape let alone her being thrown out by her mother. There was no way her mother would not be at this event though and Haley knew her mother better than anyone, her dearest mother would be so angry knowing that the girl she banished from her world was still a part of it, capable of it. So when Matteo Buchanan asked her to go to this stupid event, she agreed for really the purpose of showing up, looking at least decent and showing her mother her face, the face of her ex-daughter. Was Haley being petty or immature? Probably, but she needed to do something, she was going stir crazy. I mean, she said yes to Matteo for this chance. Not that she hated Matteo or anything, he sort of grew on a person but come on... him and haley? It would be more than a bit like oil and water. Or the analogy Mary recently gave her, "sand paper and bare ass." God, Haley had no clue how she and Mary hadn't become friends long ago. Okay well, lie, haley knew. Last time Mary had been in town she was simply the weird sixteen year old in college to bitch co-queen bee version of Haley. But now? Mary was Rose's cousin on her mom's side. Rose was Haley's sister on their dad's side so technically her and Mary were nothing but they called it half-cousins. After Haley was disowned, she and Rose got this apartment but they needed a third roommate if they wanted to afford it. Luckily Mary had just been getting back to Valkyrie so she had moved in. Haley and Mary got along so well it was almost insane.
Mary laughed slightly and shook her head slightly. Wow, never a dull moment around Haley. So far, Mary liked living with her cousin and half-cousin in an apartment. The three got along for the most part. Detail only added because Rose and Haley clashed constantly but they were so funny to watch fight. Haley would be defending something while Rose attacked or vice versa while Mary either got involved and played the host of an imaginary version of family food, or, if there just so happened to be popcorn or a slushie around, relax, kick back, and enjoy the show. It was amazing how for the first time in her life she had found a sector of the planet in which she was the neutral party instead of the one little fireball constantly causing problems. The redhead made her way into the main room of the apartment. She was ready actually, just about. She still needed her shoes but whatever. She was never really the type for these formal events, or for heels, but it was for charity and yeah, not like she would be paying but it should be interesting to see how these things work and what these big shots and the wealthy actually do at these functions. Besides, she even had a date. A real one. Breathing, with a pulse, talks, eats... everything other human beings do.
And no, it wasn't Reed either, as if... Okay, not that she would not love to go as Reed's date but he was one of her best, if not her best friend, and he felt nothing for her. He was dating Nikki! he had once thought himself in love with Ashley Adams. And yeah, Mary didn't think what Ashley and Reed had was love because to tell the truth, Mary doubted romantic love was common enough or weak enough to be so easily destroyed. WHen you love someone it's forever. That's it, that's all. Mary had never been in love, Reed's the strongest crush in her life time. She didn't want to fall in love because she knew what some people let their loves get away with and Mary refused to be so vulnerable or, to put it more plainly, so damn pathetic. Going out and dating, having fun, that was all fine and well but falling in love was for idiots. Mary got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with cold water, taking a drink as she crossed across the way to pull on her shoes. They had a small heel to them but honestly her shoes could barely be seen underneath the skirt of the dress. She had decided to be very simple, tan dress, v-neck, pretty but nothing over the top or outrageously unique. After a moment or two Mary looked down the small hall, as she heard Haley's door open and shut. Mary smiled, "Wow, so that's the mess of fabric you've been working on?" She said, very impressed because seriously, the dress Haley was now wearing after fixing the hem was gorgeous.
Haley laughed, "Yeah well hopefully it still doesn't look like a 'mess of fabric.'" She replied as she looked over to the little Irish girl. "Mary, you look great, I think this is the first time I've seen you with your hair straightened." Mary nodded, "That would be because I have never straightened it before. Rose helped me, thank god, I probably would have burnt the end of my ear off." Haley grinned and was about to reply when she heard a beeping outside of the Hitten Apartment building. Having one of the front apartments they were some of the lucky that were able to look out the window and see the front. Haley stepped over some boxes that had yet to be unpacked and glanced down seeing a large stretch limousine parked out front. She could see the familiar face of the driver and Haley couldn't help but roll her eyes. Mary watched Haley's reaction and turned her head down the hall, "Rose!! Your ride's here!!" She called out before looking back at Haley, "Haley, your dress is incredible. I'm sure Matt will like it." Haley raised her eyebrows, what? "Umm, yeah, not really wearing it for him thanks. The better I present myself at this thing, the more annoying I'll be to demon summers... matteo's just a date."
"A date that came as quite a shock to myself actually. I mean, a friend of mine and you courting? the thought's rather absurd isn't it?" And there was the last of the trio entering the main room as the blonde's British accent ran out. Matteo was Rose's best friend. She had known him all her life, literally. Their mothers, despite how different they are, had been friends for years before she and Matteo had come to be. They were playmates when they were younger. Rosalyn walked over to where Mary and Haley stood and glanced out of the curtain of the window. Not even going to come to the door? She raised an eyebrow slightly and she gave the limousine a judgmental stare before turning back to her cousin and her sister. Haley grinned, "Wooahhoho, look at you Rose! god, you look sexy." the brunette welcomed with a grin, her tone sounding a bit more surprised than turned on, as it should be seeing as Haley was straight AND rose was her sister... creepy thought. But the statement struck a cord with Rose who looked up at Haley almost immediately with scorn in her eye. "Don't be ridiculous Haley, I look just as I should." She contorted. Rose was one of the few women in this world that took being called sexy as an insult. Classy, beautiful, sharp, those were compliments, hot, sexy, bangin' were demeaning and required the girl to act like a whore.
Haley and Mary both rolled their eyes in unison, "It was a compliment Rose, get over it." She said with a grin that faded as the Limo's horn beeped obnoxiously again. Rosalyn sighed slightly as she brushed some bangs from her eyes better and she looked back at Haley who shook her head, "You better get down there before my mother murders the next person who walks by in corduroy." And that was hardly an exaggeration. "Do they not realize how incredibly rude it is to just make a racket like that? Honestly, if they can be so inconsiderate, as can I and let them wait just a moment." Rose looked Haley in the eyes with a bit of concern, "Are you certain you're alright with me attending as a Summers after what has passed? It's simply this is the first time our father will actually be able to spend time with me since I can here and - " "It's fine Rose, already told you that, but I'm warning you, he won't talk to you. He'll find a client and they'll go on about money while you're stuck alone drinking way too much champagne." Haley interrupted noticing both the annoyance in Rose's face from being interruption and the gratitude for her response and last but not least the small amount of fear that Haley was correct in her assumptions of how the night was going to go. Rose nodded, "I'll keep that in mind." she said, strong face on as she walked over to the door, "I hope you both have a good night with your dates."
"Get out of her you sexy beast you!" Haley yelled over to Rose as the door was closing. She could just see the pissed look on Rose's face that she would soon replace with a courteous forced smile. Mary laughed as the door was securely shut and shook her head, "Could she have any more neurosis?" She asked with a smile. Haley shushed her, "hey, don't jinx it, she just might." She replied, amusement in her tone as she heard a hard knock at the door. Mary got up and glanced out the window seeing Tim's car in the lot. Tim, also known as Timothy Suresh was her date to this event. Should be interesting. She hadn't known him too long, nor did she know him that well. But my god was he pretty to look at. Seriously, tall, broody and sexy, totally physically her type. She made her way over to the door opening it to see the boy standing there. "Bye Hales!" She yelled back grinning at her half-cousins salute as Mary exited the apartment, shutting the door behind her. Haley smiled and shook her head as Mary left with Tim. He seemed Mary's type. Now all she had left to do was wait for Matteo, get this night over with. Wait, no, she was going to have fun with this. She was determined to. Just seeing the look on her mothers face when she realizes the girl she banished from this world could get in easily without her.
"Not bad, Connors." Mary smiled and flipped some hair over her shoulder with a shrug, "I know." She replied with a cocky smirk. If guys could be cocky, so can chicks. And while some girls would have been angry he didn't say she looked beautiful or some other over played romantic nuances, she was glad for it. Casual was comfortable plus it wasn't someone she was or he was she suspected. She followed him as they made their way outside and honestly she was taken aback when he opened the door for her. She raised an eyebrow and laughed slightly, "Never took you for the chivalrous type." She added as she stepped into the car and got situated. "You ready for fake smiles?" Mary smirked, "Are you kidding me? A shit load of stuffy old men with their trophy wives pretending to help the needy all while drooling over hot waitresses and daughters? If that's not a good time, I just don't know what is." She replied as she stepped out of the car and fixed her dress a bit. She took Tim's arm as they entered the hall. She looked around the room in a fair bit of contempt. They could feed a third world country with how much the decorations for this charity event cost. "I just want to put it on the record that I am so glad I was raised in Brooklyn and not here. God, I'd go nuts having all this space."
So as Haley waited for Matt and Mary had made her way to the event with Timothy Suresh, Rose was stuck in the back seat of the most tense Limo on the planet. She had not even been able to attempt a conversation as her father was on his cell phone the entire ride as Sirena Summers pretended she didn't exist. By the time they arrived, Rose was simply relieved to get out of the vehicle and breath before they went into the mansion. It was stunning, and while Mary may not approve of the decor, Rose certainly did. She couldn't help but smile as she walked loyally behind her father and shook the hands of a few of his associates before he promptly excused himself and a client. Of course, Haley had warned her, but she had to have given it shot at least. She wouldn't ask him to step away, it wouldn't be proper but at that moment all she had wanted was to get to know the man. Her mother had been a hooker, and her aunt was a free spirit, fun and frivolous, despite being a lovely woman. Rose had to have gotten her mannerisms from somewhere right? She wanted to know him but this was the third time she had even met him, despite living in his house for about four months. Determined to distract herself she put her hands down gracefully at her sides and took a small turn around the room, watching as people interacted. She wasn't one to introduce herself without invitation so there wasn't much she could do. She smiled when she saw Mary entering with Timothy, she looked gorgeous and they both looked slightly uncomfortable. Rose turned around to get some sparkling water from a waiter before seeing Wesley Morgan. He sat beside her in a class at school, a nuisance in her ear the whole time. She would have simply walked away but he had already seen her, it would be rude for her to slip away without saying hello to an acquaintance now that he had noticed her presence. These were the moments manners made you insane. Rose sighed and swallowed her pride a bit walking over to him and a younger looking blonde and forced a polite smile, "Wesley Morgan, this a surprise." She said in a purely polite tone before putting her hand out to the girl, "Hi, I'm Rosalyn Summers." Damn it, social protocol sucked.
tagged;; Haley to Matt, Rose to Wesley, Mary to Tim
status & words;; complete & 2762
clothes;; Haley, Rose, & Mary
credits;; format to my variation of everyones, lyrics to Garbage, haley's dress design is not haleys/mine, it's a dress at Nordstrom
notes;; yay event! the thing about taking dress cred in the post is because VA is an fake town in a fake world and since I have Haley being a designer and want examples but I am not, I will be in the post claiming them as her designs but I in no way take credit for these designs, they aren't mine. OH and sorry I gmed a bit, needed a reason that rose would go and say hello to him. If it's not okay just tell me and I can change it.
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Post by Shay Anderson on Feb 8, 2009 0:38:24 GMT -6
THE ANDERSONS, [/color]  here comes a moment in time ,you’ll face your darkest hours.[/color][/font] the test of wills you’ve embraced ,- - - - - - - - - - -([/b][/size] IF YOU WEAR A GAMEFACE )[/font][/size][/url] May 4, 2007 – early evening.
Silver estate.[/center] I
[/color][/size]’m sure that there was one point in time where Shay was a parent’s wet dream. There had to be. She was her father’s daughter, after all, and no one could deny that fact. Since he was a child, Shawn Anderson had been the opposite of a “good kid”. His tongue always got the better of him, as did his intelligence. You just did not get an individual like him too often – no one had ever known what to do with him. So, they did nothing. Her grandparents had been out of her life since she was before she was born, according to her mother. What did that tell you? There had been no phone calls of congratulations when Shawn had been hired for one of the most prestigious positions in all of America. He hadn’t been expecting any. No one had been. He had learned at a young age not to expect anything from the world; he was simply too eccentric for anyone to truly understand. Yeah, that sounded about right. And, honestly, Shay hadn’t been expecting any, either. Out of the entire Anderson family, she had always been the only one with a real connection with the misanthropic doctor. It took a different kind of person to have that, a weird kind of person. For awhile, she had been curious as to why. Lately? Not so much. No one had to ask anymore, actually. It was clearly evident that Shay was the daughter of world famous diagnostician Shawn Anderson. And that, my friends, was the reason she had never been a parent’s wet dream. S[/color][/size]o, perhaps, it would be better to simply accept that fact and move on. Almost all of her friend’s had countless amounts of issues with their parents or guardians – curfew this, credit card that. The mass majority of the Valkyrian teenage population had the adults fooled. Them, party? No way in hell! Or heck, I’m sorry. We don’t swear either, madam. But, see, everything was different in the Anderson household. Shawn’s wife and youngest daughter had left without a second glance eighteen or nineteen months ago. Even when they had been a completed family, it had been divided. Kelly clung to Rachel, while Shay was always in the background with Shawn. No wonder things had changed since they had moved to California. Again, it was something that was better accepted and forgotten. The two remaining Andersons had a deeper connection than most parents do with their children; a special kind of understanding, you could say. It would be more of a nuisance to actually lie to her father than not, really. Shawn was completely aware of his daughter’s antics, and he was completely aware that was little to nothing he could do about it. He saw more cases of alcohol poisoning in the clinic than anything else – he knew what they were doing. Like he had done with his personality and his marriage, he accepted that and moved on. Shay wasn’t perfect, she liked to party and was in a bit of a dark place. He had no right to say anything, anyway, seeing as he was in one of his own. But it’s all about forgive and forget, right? T[/color][/size]hat just had to be the reasoning behind why she was still around her father. Normally, at such events, anyone under the age of oh, twenty-five, ditched their families the moment they arrived. She had done it before, everyone had. But, tonight was a little different. During the past few months, Shay Anderson had gone through something of a transformation. Past few years, really. Ever since she was a sophomore, her first year in Valkyrie, Shay had been changing. It’s dam near impossible not to change a little bit in a place like Valkyrie. I guess you could call them phases. The phase of settling into her life here – finding friends, finding herself, really. Then came the confidence of feeling okay in your own skin. She was a model, and people knew that, boosted up her social status. She had been best friends with Kiran Slade, had gone to the parties, had started to drink like a good Valk-girl. Then she was no longer friends with Kiran Slade, went to the bad parties, had started to drink like a bad Shak-girl. But when you have a problem, the first step in fixing things is admitting that you have a problem. She did. Everyone did. She started working with her father, spending more and more time at the hospital doing actual work, rather than visiting the sick cancer patients. She reconnected with her old friends from that quirky “indie” clan. But some things just don’t change, you know? She had a problem still, but it was okay. Everyone had the same kind of problem. And, at the moment, leaving her dad in the middle of a place he so didn’t want to be and embracing that problem didn’t seem appealing all on her own. A[/color][/size]nd leaving Shawn all on his own was definitely out of the question. Continuing to grip the wrist of his suit jacket tightly, constantly reminding the crippled man that he was under his daughter’s watchful eye, Shay shrugged her shoulders up in a fake sort of pleasurable greeting, a bright smile on her face. “It’s been so long, how are you two?” Raising her manicured eyebrows as she eyed Nina’s parents, her voice sickly sweet, she continued with the polite smiling. She’d look like she’d gotten lower-facial Botox after tonight. So much for re-launching her modeling career. All the awhile Shay was acting friendly, Doctor Anderson was busy looking up at the elaborate crystal chandelier hanging overhead. He had cleverly devised this as a way for looking respectably distracted, all the while rolling his eyes. That is, until he actually heard his voice. Gripping his cane loosely, he smiled somewhat politely at his employer and his overly processed wife. Reaching out his free hand, once he pulled it loose from Shay’s death-grip, he clasped Frank’s and shook it. “Clinic duty looked dismal – ” quickly stopping his statement, feeling the painful heel of his daughter stepping onto his foot, he rolled his eyes as he glanced over to her. “Anything to help our community, Frank. Pleasure to see you, too.” A tight-lipped smile crossing his lips, he nodded politely at the adults. Who was the parent here? I[/color][/size]t was times like these where Shay decided to be the parent. Her father was one of the most brilliant minds in the country, and one of the most successful doctors in the world. But that pleasurable attitude of his often brought opportunities down. Why else do you think he went through four or five hospitals before finally being hired at the local Valkyrie hospital? Tilting her head to the side with a quick smile, she quickly averted her attention over to her classmate. She obviously knew Nina from both school and the hospital, even similar social circles. Didn’t know her well, but what did it matter? It’s not like people didn’t talk to each other here. Quite on the contrary, she saw more enemies speaking than actual friends. Funny how stiff settings and hawk-eyed parents did that to a person. “Thank you,” grinning at her, looking down at her pearly white frock briefly, Shay pulled her gaze back up to Nina. It was a little more than surprising seeing the resident sweetheart of Valkyrie dressed so…not like a resident sweetheart. She had heard things about the she-Suresh changing her ways, so what did she know? According to Scandal Star that morning, she had been looking a little worse for wear lately. Huh. “And look at you, supermodel! That dress is amazing!” Sliding her blue eyes over to their parents, raising her eyebrows dramatically when they weren’t look, Shay breathed another pleasant sigh. No way Shawn would be like that in front of his boss. He was smart enough not to do that, yeah? She didn’t have to be his parent all night. And embracing that little problem with company seemed a lot more appealing than not C[/color][/size]lasping her slender hands together, she smiled once more at the Suresh parents. “If no one terribly minds, may I steal away Nina for a bit? I need to ask her about this test we have in U.S. History next week…I’ve been studying and nothing is getting into my head.” Exhaling rather overtly, she fake-smiled once more before shuffling past the adults, grasping Nina’s wrist in the process. She wasn’t quite like many of the other Valk-girls, but she definitely had her moments. Like the time-clock ticking away in her sharp little mind, trying to pass the time until Tristan kicked everyone out of her house - as her little note in all the invitations had informed everyone – and they could crash the Shak party. They were going to love that. Continuing to walk through the crowds until she could no longer see her father’s tall frame, she released the beautiful girl’s wrist. “I thought I was going to sprain a face muscle,” muttering softly, Shay rolled her eyes briefly. Ugh, these parties were nice and all, but sometimes they got a little repetitive. Quickly spotting one of those posh waiters strutting around robotically, she glided towards him and lifted a glass of champagne from the tray with a sweet little smile. Crossing her free hand over her midsection, the other gracefully holding the expensive glass, she swung back around to look at Nina. “So, what happened to you, Suresh? Overnight, you’ve gone from sweet girl to…hot”. Choosing her words carefully, Shay grinned mischievously at her. N[/color][/size]ot that there was anything wrong with looking sweet and innocent all the time, Nina did it rather well, but this was definitely different. Not in a bad way or anything, but surprising all the time. Lifting her glass to her lipgloss-covered lips and taking a quick swig of the upscale alcoholic beverage, she raised her eyebrows quizzically. Balancing her glass-holding elbow with her crossed hand, she lowered her champagne quickly. “You drinking?” Motioning with her head towards one of the waiters, she smirked impishly again.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] status,, complete.
length,, 1853 words.
clothing,, shay and shawn, his cane.
notes,, guh, so…long. –twitch-
Sorry about my minor GMing, aussie-head >< I can change if you want.
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Post by Nina Suresh on Feb 8, 2009 2:59:26 GMT -6
NINA SURESH,  _________________________________
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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[/i][/size][/center] - Nina wasn't used to being a Valk-Girl. It was a little unsettling and already Nina was getting ready to back down and go home to change. Being the sweet girl that she was, Nina had always had a close relationship with her parents. That had been changing for a while though. Ever since Nina's mother unfairly and cruelly decided her daughter's own entire future, the two had been on rocky grounds. Nina wanted to be in control of her own life. She didn't want a freaking arranged marriage. Just because it was 'tradition' in the Philippines, Melissa's home country, that didn't mean Nina had to follow those traditions. She lived in America for heaven's sake! But her mother was obstinate. Her child needed to have the kind of life that Melissa was supposed to have and would of had if she hadn't met Frank. Nina had tried pursuading her mother around the ridiculous idea though. Melissa was happy now wasn't she? And she was in love and living a great life without needing an arranged marriage. So why did she want to try and rob Nina of a life like this? What if Nina fell in love with someone else? Was she supposed to ignore her feelings? Or cheat on her husband? Neither sounded very appealing and thus, Nina was furious with her mother at trying to make her do something so stupid.
It was Nina's father that she didn't want to upset and disappoint. To put it bluntly, Nina had always been a bit of a Daddy's girl. She loved her dad to bits and he was the one who talked her mother out of stupid ideas and took Nina's side during the typical teen/mother arguments that went on in the Suresh household. He definitely wasn't pleased with Nina's new look at all. He knew what happened to girls who went out looking like Nina. Of course he hadn't had a chance to mention anything to Nina yet but Nina just knew he'd be waiting up tonight to give her some sort of long lecture about the amount of girls he saw coming in and out of the hospital with drinking problems, drug problems and eating disorders, etc. But Nina also had a feeling her mother was going to beat Frank to it. Melissa had already been giving Nina disapproving looks for the entire car ride here and the whole time they'd been walking around. Whenever she got the chance to, she glared. She was very much like all the other ladies in this town although she wasn't as extreme. The Sureshes all prided themselves in being one of the most normal families in the Valks. There were no illigitemate children, no secret love affairs going on and Frank and Melissa were relatively normal. Melissa didn't go off having botox appointments every week and Frank wasn't a workaholic. Not much of one anyway. He worked a lot but that was because he was in a very important position. So yeah, the Sureshes were probably the most un-valk-like family on their street. Melissa still went to bookclub meetings with her fellow mothers and had the occasional botox just keep herself looking healthy and youthful but she wasn't obsessed like some mothers.
So yeah, having that kind of title was important to the Sureshes. Melissa liked having a good daughter who wasn't a big mess. She loved her important husband. They were a happy family. Now that Nina had began her transformation, that little title that her family currently had was definitely going to slip away, slowly but surely. As Nina caught another of her mother's glares, she was half tempted to cave in and go home to put something more 'respectable' on. Seeing Shay changed things though, just slightly. She was a good distraction, and gosh she was polite to the parents. No offense to Shay, but Nina knew her, not extremely well but well enough to know that she wasn't really the type to talk like that to parents. Glancing at her own mother and father, Nina pursed her lips at Melissa's pleased expression as she took in the length of Shay's dress compared to Nina's. "Oh hello Shay, so lovely to see you and Shawn here. And what a stunning dress. Such a beautiful daughter you have here, Shawn." Melissa gushed to her husband's fellow doctor as Frank shook Shawn's hand firmly. Men had it so much easier. A firm handshake and they were good. Frank chuckled briefly at Shawn's hospital-related remark. "Ah, I bet. I tell you, I'm glad I'm not working tonight." Frank said, rolling his eyes. He was interrupted by Melissa clutching his arm suddenly, her eyes wide. "Oh, look dear, there's Sarah Silver. We must go and congratulate her and Darren on the party." Her tone was clearly trying to make sure everyone knew what a lovely lady she was, thanking people and such but Nina knew better. Her mother probably just wanted to get a close-up look at Sarah's face to determine whether she'd had any new plastic surgery or something. And she considered herself normal. Ha, that's funny.
But back to Shay, still standing in front of her in that glamorous long gown. Nina bit her lip as she saw her look at Nina's own dress. She'd spent ages picking it out and even when she put it on, Nina had been a little unsure of whether it was suitable or not. “And look at you, supermodel! That dress is amazing!” Phew, it was a success. Nina breathed a small breath of relief as Shay praised the dress. "Thanks." she said, blushing slightly. Nina giggled lightly as Shay raised her eyes dramatically before addressing their parents. Wait, U.S. History? Nina didn't even know Shay was in her class. And wait, they had a test? Holy hell. Nina's eyes widened slightly which unintentionally helped the little charade since now she just looked all the more innocent. Flashing a quick smile to her father, Nina let Shay pull her along through the crowd until Shawn, Frank and Melissa were no longer in Nina's eyesight. When Shay finally released Nina's wrist, Nina let her arms drop to her sides and tugged at her dress slightly, laughing at Shay's comment. "So there's no U.S. History test, I assume..." The funny thing is that when Shay first said that, Nina had honestly believed her but now she knew otherwise. A clever ruse to escape the parents. "Thanks for saving me from my parents. Mum's been a nightmare all night." Nina rolled her eyes but stopped as Shay grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiters. Wasn't this totally crazy when there were parents around?
“So, what happened to you, Suresh? Overnight, you’ve gone from sweet girl to…hot”
Nina blushed yet again and shrugged. "I dunno, I got sick of moping around. Bailey came over, we went out and yeah. Just needed a change, I guess." Nina smiled sheepishly and bit her lip again. Nervous much? But she had a right to be. Right now she was completely out of her comfort zone in this short dress. "I don't look, like, too skanky or whatever, do I?" Nina asked, hoping Shay would speak the truth and not lie to save her feelings. Shay's question made Nina halt for a moment. The impish smirk on her face right now made Nina want to grab a drink really badly but she was still sort of hesitant. But wait, this was the new Nina. Screw the hesitation. Nina pursed her lips and walked over to one of the waiters passing by and grabbed a champagne glass. Taking a few steps back to Shay, she smirked back at her. "Absolutely." she finally responded, and with that she lifted the glass to her lips and took a long sip, almost draining the glass.
TAGGED TO; to shay and bailey/jules soon?
WORD COUNT; 1370
OUTFIT; nina's dress here
CREDITS; lyrics to HSM3 hehe. my format with inspiration from EVERYONE
NOTES; gah way long. asiaa, your ranting bug is contagious lol. woo bring on drunk nina! xD
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Post by charlie on Feb 9, 2009 0:52:38 GMT -6
The thing about these sort of high class events, the ones that rock stars, movie stars, sports stars and all the corporation heads who have millions to their names, these sort of events they attend with the tuxedos and designer dresses, still made Will uncomfortable. He had been to a bunch of them in the past few years but he still felt awkward at them. With practice he learned how to pull them off in a way that may look graceful to the rest of the guests and with the media involved, the rest of the world, but he was constantly crawling inside his own skin, itching to get out as soon as possible. He didn't feel like he fit in. To him, you see, he was the same foster kid living in Brooklyn, just now he was wealthier and could afford... oh... a mansion, to pay his driver way more than a driver usually does, giving thousands of dollars to charities, exactly the same. Alright so he wasn't exactly the same, but seeing as every moment in life changes you, makes you a sightly different person, that could not be avoided. The point was, he was still a hockey fanatic. He still got giddy and excited when he got a part. He still got nervous before an audition, when he had them because honestly he was a big enough name he tended to be asked to do roles now instead of auditioning. Whatever, He still felt this world was foreign to him. Common, but foreign. William Hartman was not a fan of small chat and "shmoozing" and career pushing as his agent wished he could be.
He liked some events he got attend. Premieres and after parties were always fun. Charity games sort of things that were fair less press and costly and actually gave the majority of what they earned away to the needy were always fun. And not just because they actually gave a good amount away but because the actual event was more fun. Like last year there was a charity hockey game where he got to play hockey with Jude Law, Matt Damon, Josh Duhamel and a big group of kids who's homes had been torn away by Hurricane Katrina. It was actually fun, although the kids decided that Hockey should be more like football and tackled him and Matt while Jude and Josh laughed their asses off. But everyone there was fun and open and themselves while everyone at these sorts of events tended to be butt kissing clones of each other and the only difference is who's wearing Chanel and who's wearing Prada. But this girl didn't seem like a clone at all. She was gorgeous, not that everyone around here wasn't but she wasn't over done. Like her make up was more natural. Her hair wasn't rock hair from hair spray. You could tell the slight variation of color in her cheeks was natural and not a base then concealor then blush then powder. It was refreshing.
Will now felt like an idiot. Way to be clutz William. He watched her as she looked up at him for a moment before replying. Why did he get the distinct feeling she was judging him? "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She replied before turning away. Well that was sort of dismissive, don't you think? Or maybe that was the norm and he just was used to people going "hey you're will hartman." or something else of the sort. He watched her as she walked away for a moment with curiosity and confusion. "Will, come on. The editor of Cosmo wants to meet you... WILL!" He heard Linda's voice approaching as he felt her tug on his sleeve. He shook his head, "Umm... later okay? Promise." he said quickly before he left Linda looking fumed. He caught up with the girl who's unfortunate foot he trod on. "Hey, you know, if your foot ends up broken or something, I can front the bill. I know a great pediatrist." He said coming up along side her. "Or I can buy you a drink and we could call it even?" He added. Of course, what he wasn't really aware of was that it was an open bar.
More and more people were arriving by the moment. It was interesting to see all the dresses that passed and she had sort of a fluttering, fan girl moment when Will Hartman walked by that she swallowed down gracefully. She took a few steps to the side when she thought she saw someone she had thought was out of town. But it wasn't Jessica Summitt, it was just some blonde. God, if it had been though, Charlie wouldn't know if she would be happy about it or pissed. No matter how wrong Mark was in this past half a year. No matter how screwed up he helped things to get he was her brother and she had to side with him on this. Jess cut him off, she wouldn't even listen to him, she made a brash and dangerous decision and then disappeared without a word, while pregnant with his child. I mean, there was always the slight chance she kept it and decided not to tell Mark and my god what then? Charlie could see the small variations of change in her brothers behavior, tiny things that not many noticed but she did and she knew the kind of place he was in. More so, she knew he was in a very dark place, she had no clue what it was like to be him. She just found out a few days ago their father used to pound on him as a kid after they found they're mother dead. Made her wonder what other sorts of family secrets she was being left out on.
But she couldn't be thinking about that right now. Charlie looked back slightly before seeing a familiar blonde. Not her boyfriend, but her boyfriend's sister first. God, that had been an awkward first meeting. It was a wonder Beatrice didn't despise Charlie. Or maybe she did and was just polite enough not to show it. Basically thanks to her brother, Beatrice met her high school brother's high school girlfriend while she held a book on what it was like to be a teen parent, a book initially meant for Mark. She smiled as she looked to Bea's side and saw he-Charlie coming over to her. She really did need to see him, need to be with him. Everything with Mark, her father, Jesse, it didn't hurt quite so much while she was around him. And part of that closeness still terrified her. Maybe that's why she was so unsure about this trip she had a chance to go on over the summer to africa. Maybe that's why she didn't tell him about Jesse. Maybe that's why she hadn't told him about how her father is and what her families like. One thing was for sure, it was not because she didn't care because whenever she was around Charlie McPherson her heart sped up and her breath caught in her throat and then after a few moments in his company she felt more comfortable and more herself than anywhere else. She was just terrified he would see how much better he was, how he was far too good for her if she told him the whole truth.
"Excuse me miss, but you’re too beautiful to be standing here all by yourself.”
[/i] CHarlie couldn't help but laugh slightly at that line, "Woow." She began, laughter in her tone, "Who'd you learn that one from and where can I find a fondu pot for him?" She replied sarcastically as he took her hand. He looked... perfect tonight. Not that he didn't always but there was just something about a man in a suit. She grinned as he leaned down and kissed her, still holding her hand. It felt so... safe but at the same time, completely exciting still. Part of her wanted to say screw it to this whole event and just go somewhere with him. But as soon as they heard a voice being cleared they broke the kiss and turned to see his father and older sister walking over. Charlie couldn't help but turn a bit red in the cheeks. It's not like she cared about PDA or anything but this was his family. ”Hullo Charlie, it’s nice to see you again.” Charlie gave a polite semi-embarrassed smile to the rather classy looking girl, Beatrice. "You too Beatrice, welcome back." She added, knowing Beatrice had been away as well. ”Charlie! Glad you could join us tonight. Might I add you look very nice.” She grinned as her boyfriend's slightly over-zealous father complimented her, "Thanks for letting me be a plus one." She replied before they all headed into the main room. She watched as Beatrice and he-Charlie's father walked off together while she remained by CHarlie's side. She glanced around briefly before stepping in front of Charlie to face him, "hmm so what do you think the chances are that we'll be bored enough that I can get you into the coat room before the nights out?" She asked with a smirk, holding his hand between them. MILES PART TO COME, i'm confused on how to reply now that tino's null and void[/size]
tagged;; Will to Maddie, charlie to charlie, miles to bevin
status & words;; incomplete but complete for will and charlie
clothes;; William, Charlie, & Miles
credits;; format to my variation of everyones, lyrics to Kim Wilde
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Post by maddie on Feb 12, 2009 23:46:38 GMT -6
•• maddie malinda ! "ego probably went to his head like kanye west."
 
*/ DIDN'T STROKE YOUR EGO ,
i'm sorry i couldn't wear your halo, halo
( TUESDAY, APRIL 3RD, 2007 ) the silver estate: event fourteen • • • • • • All the glamorous events that the Malindas either went or were invited to, the ones where it was more of a family thing and Maddie had to go; it made her feel uncomfortable. This wasn't something she was used to which was a bit weird since this was how the lives of Valkyrians usually were. Dressing up in suits and dresses for events (some went shopping for new ones since they were already photographed in what they were wearing), hair appointments hours before to prepare, and Maddie was left going through her entire closet, trying to find something decent and doing her hair herself. Although she may have been living in the Valks, it was only because the cost had been cheap, and she understood why when she discovered that Kale Summitt would be the other person living in the home. If it wasn't for that, Madeline Malinda would have been in the Shaks. This girl was a Shak-girl living in the Valks and it just didn't feel right and there really was no reason to complain except for the fact that she wasn't excluded from the family when it came to events like these. At least it was for a good cause this time and not just to mingle and get all social. Trust me, Maddie has tried to get social before and it didn't turn out so well. So what if it had been high school? Trying to fit in with the bitchy 'popular' girls, stood up to them, and was soon nothing but a nobody. That was after being the victim of all of their pranks and jokes, but they found someone else to pick on.
After that, Maddie hadn't really attempted to become social and popular, a bit scared for a bit that she would befriend the wrong people and after feeling that way for a while, it grew on her. Don't get me wrong, she didn't isolate herself from the world; no, of course not. Befriending people still happened, but just not as much as she wished she had made, but you can't go back in time and change the past. At least, not right now in 2007. All those things had affected her though and it was why she didn't like going to social events unless she knew for sure that all of her friends would be here and if they were, she couldn't find them and it was making her want nothing more than to go home. No one seem to think that she was important enough to talk to; Not some sort of talent agent, doctor, lawyer, or whatever. Just a chef at La Fleur Violette and a student at Valkyrie University, so there was no one that really needed to talk to her. Except Will Hartman, of course, but she didn't really feel like talking to him.
"Hey, you know, if your foot ends up broken or something, I can front the bill. I know a great pediatrist."
And even though she walked away, he was back to haunt her. Great. Celebrities were constantly talking about being tired of not having any privacy, how fans did crazy things to meet them, and how they were just regular people in interviews. Though she didn't believe all of them, Maddie was going to listen this time and treat them like regular people. William Hartman was just a regular guy and that means that she didn't have to praise him, bow down, or act like she absolutely loved his work. If anything, she only liked it, but it's not like any were her favorite. Except for that one movie he was in, but that wasn't really helping her case. "No, it's fine. Really." Maddie said, trying to sound like she meant it. It was like the only way she could say, "Go away." without sounding mean, because she really didn't want to. "And I'm sure that just stepping on my foot wouldn't break it." She added, attempting to joke a bit, but it was harder that she expected, because right when she said that, the first thought that came to her was, Then again, maybe you're used to stepping on people. which might not make much sense to some, but it did to her.
"Or I can buy you a drink and we could call it even?"
Couldn't Will just go? The fact that Maddie didn't enjoy his company may have another reason besides the fact that he was an accomplished actor. Remember what I said about trying to fit in with the popular girls? Well, it was like that with Will. He was popular, so popular that he was famous, if that makes any sense. And Maddie didn't want to deal with someone that was just going to be like those other girls who made her high school experience hell. Considering how she didn't know Will and none of her friends did, she wouldn't know if he was kind or not and there no way she was taking the risk. "My foot is fine." She said, forcing a smile, stopping for a second to look him in the eyes. "I'm not thirsty anyways." With a shrug, Maddie was walking again. Where? She had no clue, but she better find someone to talk to or somewhere to go. Soon enough, she picked up the speed, hoping he would understand what she was trying to tell him.
I mean, come on, how stupid could he be?
( tagged ) event thirteen / william hartman.
( notes )
( clothes ) clickers<3
( credits ) icon by fightclub on ij. for the format, i stole was inspired by everyone's format, haha . lyrics from halo by pussycat dolls.
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