`SO RICH, SO PRETTY*, event fourteen.

[Catherine Rose]

••CAT, CHARLIE••

who wants to be right as rain
it's better when something is wrong
you get excitement in your bones
and everything you do's a game

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Cat was being quite careless at the moment, this was true. She stood, leaning against the wall, flute glass of champagne in hand, in the middle of a room filled with people who lived to gossip. She wasn't trying to get caught. Come to think of it, she really didn't know what she was trying to accomplish here. Even if she was being quite a remote, quiet, and unassuming wall flower at the moment, she wasn't exactly difficult to spot. Perhaps she was just trying to see what she could get away with. It was ridiculously easy to fool her father and step mother after all. They often put themselves in positions that absolutely invited white lies and excuses. She had been able to explain away every detention, every complaint of her behavior that had arisen from the school (or elsewhere) with a sad story and a puppy face. Though her parents' ignorance certainly made things easier, it did get just ever so boring after a while; being able to get away with almost anything with less than the effort that was required in blinking. It was quite wonderful, but if it didn't start getting more challenging, she might get rusty, even if she did have to make excuses to more attuned teachers and authority figures relatively regularly.

Yes, that was it.

She was not fishing for attention, of course, like some promisicuous, idiotic, ignorant Valkyrie cliche. And she wasn't exactly trying to get caught - she was just testing things; boundaries, how observant those in attendance were, et cetera, et cetera. Really, if you knew Cat, you'd have to give her more credit than that. However, she was starting to think that no one was going to notice her as she downed another slightly large sip of wine and listened to the fairly soft, uncontroversial classical music floating through the air. Charlie knew his stuff when it came to his cello, she had to give him that. The flute of wine was almost empty, she noted mentally, a dry tone to her thoughts, as she watched the party. A bunch of people with too much money and a ridiculous amount of time on their hands. Oh my, my, my. Now that she was almost done with this small round of alcohol, Cat was thinking about furtively ducking around to grab another one and wandering out to somewhere more private. She was getting bored.

However, a young man appeared into her line of vision rather suddenly and jarred her plan for a moment. He was tallish and exotic looking in a quiet, unassuming way, and his hair seemed to be the untameable kind. Cat did her best to try and not look too startled or too angry. She succeeded for the most part. "By no means do I mean to intrude, but should you really be drinking that?" And with that, she melted. "Shh!" she hissed, trying to sound business like despite the touched smile on her face. She cast a quick glance about and then grabbed the young man's wrist and backed up several paces through a doorway and into what she recognized as a hallway. She then looked back up at him, irritated by the height difference, even if she was wearing heels. "You are so sweet!" she said in a tone not terribly unlike a gush. "But if you tell my parents, I'm going to have to pound on you a little bit, okay?"

Meanwhile, Charlie Rose was sitting down with his cello, staring at a sheet of music while his bow moved deftly across the cello strings. Lord, sometimes he hated this kind of party music. Not necessarily because it was grating on the nerves or was badly composed, but because no one actually listened to it. Everyone was too busy talking about Mrs. Whatersface's deliciously scandalous behavior and tsk tsk tsking over the latest budding alcoholic Valkryie had acquired. Not that he minded all this - in fact, he found it all rather funny - it was just that this music was rarely heard without a thorough wave of background chatter and soon you could just imagine it when you heard it off a recording or something. And it took away from the actual music. Which sucked.

He was coming to the end of this rather rambly piece, and he had to admit he was getting bored. Sure, the cello was his forte and probably his favorite activity in the world, but he was getting antsy. He wanted to get up and walk around and get his hands on some appetizers or something. He glanced up for a moment to sweep a scan across the room; his eyes catching a quick sway of bright colors and lights. He stopped the sweep suddenly, however. Ooh, pretty girl. Very pretty girl. Actually, 'pretty' was probably not the word to describe her. She'd probably require a more intense adjective and Charlie couldn't really think of one for her. Eh. He was pulled out of his sudden fit of intrigue when he realized he had stumbled over a note. Grinning to himself, he turned his attention back to his music. He rushed few the last several remaining bars and then abruptly stood up. He made sure the large instrument was propped up safely before sliding his hands into the pockets of his suit pants and strolling around his little set up to the blonde girl who required an adjective more intense than pretty. "Hello," he said. "Might you have a name?" Someone might possible find what Charlie had said offensive for whatever reason, but he had prepared for that with a jovially cavalier tone to his voice.

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STATUS done!
WORD COUNT 956
FORMATTING by me, inspiration from all my v-side lovelies
LYRICS 'right as rain' by adele
TAGGED cat; carlito, charlie; anabel <33
ATTIRE cat & charlie
LOCATION the silver estate
DATE may 4, 2007
NOTES finally done, yay. oh and sorry for the bit of gm, georgie. if it's not cool, let me know. <3

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[Audrey Harper]

AUDREY & ISAAC
Mirrors on the ceiling,
the pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners
here of our own device'
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may 4, 2007, early evening
Silver estate

She was strapped to the uncomfortable wooden chair as she awaited the execution. Some might say she was being over dramatic about the whole ordeal, but it was an execution alright, an execution to the very essence of her being. There was a reason why she did not put any effort into her appearance, it was simple, and it could be explained in a threefold answer. First of all, Audrey Harper was in no way a morning person. Because she’s not a morning person, she prefers her sleep and would rather sleep in for the twenty minutes it takes to look partially decent rather than slave away under the bright white vanity lights with groggy eyes attempting to appear presentable. Second, was there really a point to being all done up in a starchy stiff uniform that was supposed to make the lesser privileged, or more aptly the few that did not have an unlimited credit card at their disposal, foreign cars and chauffeurs, feel more accepted in the institution? The answer is no, because everyone knew everyone else’s bank balance, and even with the uniform, one could distinguish between the amazingly wealthy and the amazingly wealth-less. It was silly really, for the faculty to think that making everyone dress the same that it would make everyone less cruel to one another, on some degree, it made the kids crueller. For example what happened a few weeks earlier, Johnny Jones and the three other people he took down with him? All this was the result of how cruel the people of this town were, yet here were they, getting dolled up in their finest to go to a “party” and “donate” to a charitable cause, EPIC. She doubted that any of the funds collected would go to the association, though she had to give the association some credit. It had a pretty sweet name.

In any universe, would Audrey ever go to some high society outing just to make mindless chatter, listening to the lonely, poorly paid pianist belt out De Bussy with a glass of champagne in hand? Not even if wild horses tried to drag her. Audrey utterly loathes those kinds of get-togethers, the false smiles everyone should plaster on for the night, the tight gowns and bobby pins jabbing into the skull just to hold the latest hair style. It was quite uncomfortable to a girl who usually wears last days crumpled up jeans and a t-shirt with some musicians painted on it and with her hair barely brushed. However, the girl also loved a good dare, and she did take a liking to being victorious and most of all knowing that she was right. And so because of this particular habit, she was facing the ramifications of the result of a bet she lost.

A few days after the school shooting, a very loud knock had erupted from the thick mahogany doors of the Harper-Buchanan estate. Within the course of a few minutes, the kitchen which was adjoined to a sunken family room now held everyone, including the three guests. Audrey was always out of the loop when these things occurred, and nobody was about to enlighten her either, and it was not until her sister Alaska ran down the stairs and hugged the older man who was in his forties or early fifties, dress in a sharp pinstripe suit that Audrey was taken aback by the information presented to her. In the family room, in the middle of the swarming relatives was her father? Her real, biological father who had dumped her off into some other people’s arms a few days after her birth. The same father who she had seen before. “Na—Uncle Nate, you’re my real dad?” Audrey corrected herself as she questioned, her complexion froze in a state of shock and confusion. This was twisted, somehow, and even after she heard the story behind her father playing the role of her uncle to keep an eye on his daughter, Audrey was still perplexed. Wouldn’t it just have been simpler if he just admitted it and stepped up and took responsibility to what he’d help create? Apparently not. However, as things seemed as if they were not puzzling enough, the Harper siblings were presented with a new sibling; to be more precise, a half brother. Audrey internally chuckled, her uncle/father kept busy. They were introduced roughly by their common link, Nathaniel, as he attended a phone call as the Harper children stood around in solitude. A few moments passed before Aiden spoke unusually thunderously, breaking the silence, inquiring about the almost unknown brother’s age. By this time, Nathaniel had his phone call wrapped up as he re-entered the room silently.

“Aiden, stop with the interrogations, I’ll explain everything, my son.” Nathaniel’s tone was firm and implying as all four siblings took a seat, awaiting the story of how this came to be. It took a fair deal of time, with random anecdotes and a thick Irish accent, to complete the explanation of how the Harper siblings were related to the newest addition; Isaac. To be honest, Audrey would have preferred the more condensed version, it was much simpler and with less Guinness induced “fun times.” Her mother and Nate had a little separation deal; Nate got horny and had sex with a Parisian prostitute who wound up with a bun in the oven a little over a year Audrey was born and Lena, her mother, died in childbirth. See? Simplicity was key here. It took a few quiet moments for the information to sink in. If Isaac was conceived prior to Audrey, that meant that Lena and Nathaniel must have reconciled and then…“That makes me the make-up sex baby? That is thoroughly disgusting.”Audrey grimaced as she shook her head at the thought of her father’s unfaithfulness as the rest of her family snickered at the comment.

From then onwards, Audrey maintained minimal contact with her father, but she did however come like Isaac and spend a vast majority of her time with him rather than that rest of her family. And this time spent had led the brother and sister to their latest bet, the first of which she lost in the two weeks of their new-found friendship. It was a simple task that escalated into an all-out battle, a simple wager of events. If Isaac were to lose, well, Audrey would have to think of something degrading for him to do. However, if Audrey were to lose, which unfortunately she did, she was to attend the charity event at the Silver residence. She thought that was that, make an appearance and then it would have been over, but she was gravely mistaken. There was a catch, as always with life, a very perplexing catch; Audrey, if she was defeated, was indeed to attend the event but also her attire should consist of a dress. Fuck. The wager was a very American event or more of a Friday night with movies; the two were going to feast of the city’s best pizza. Entering Happy Falcon Pizza, Isaac chose the seating arrangements, the bright red booth adjacent to the windows, as Audrey ordered up the pizzas as she took a seat, getting prepared for the festivities.

Audrey was always the girl who loved food and it was always a mystery to her that she could never gain any weight from her love affair. It was a gift of sorts, eat until you puke and yet the scale did not wither towards the extra pounds. The wager continued, as the delicious pizza pie began to vanish one by one. The two were half way through their fourth pizza when Audrey, the girl who could normally eat for an infinite amount of time began to feel aches in her torso. Damn it, not cramps… She was not going to lose, or so help her God… or any other form of religion one may have. Her progress declined in speed as Isaac perked up to this decrease in velocity, “Oh come on, little sister, admit your defeat.” Isaac provoked as he bit into another slice of cheese and pepperoni. This angered Audrey and, in haste, she grabbed another slice of pizza, pacing her breathing, counting the bites taken and the time in between bite. She was having a food baby. “One more bite, One more…” She chanted, it was her internal mantra to get her through this and perhaps through the coronary angioplasty that will await her with all this pizza build up. Her mouth was open but the slice of pepperoni was still hanging limp a few inches away from her, her hands as if independent from her body. Again, she opened her mouth and her hand would jerk forward a miniscule degree before coming to a halt. Audrey attempted a third time and before she began, the teen could feel the tension in the air, the stares from the waitresses and Isaac alike, all thinking the exact same thing; Will she finish?

A moment of true silence passed, no one spoke, no one even breathed as Audrey gazed at the food in her right hand. Only the ticking of the clock was heard ad Audrey’s jaw trembled and her hand quivered. It was a long, breathless silence as everyone moved in closer to be in view of the pivotal moment of win or loss. Another second of anticipation lingered as her hands trembled, Audrey dropped the half eaten slice of pizza. She could practically hear ‘Eye of the Tiger’ as Isaac raised his arms, hands curled into fists, into the air; triumphant. “Fuck,” Audrey cursed with her light Irish accent followed by a roll of her pale emerald eyes. It was a stupid wager anyways, she frowned, creating a crease in between her brows at the thought of her incoming fate.

“I look like a high class escort.” She whispered to herself, adjusting the crushed silk fabric of her one solitary strap. She wasn’t going to admit that she looked quite gorgeous but her sister managed to make her look, what was the word, trashy. No, Audrey did not appear like one of those women who paraded around on the street corners with tranny-licious make-up and fish net stocking, but she still appeared to be subtly whorish. Her hair was in some poofed up arrangement atop her head, with uncomfortable pins and a numbing headache; stupid hair products. As she stood in front of the floor length mirror, she bit down on her bottom lip; this wasn’t her in a fancy dress and fancier hairstyle. She was more of the crumpled jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, not some done up porcelain doll. She already began to suffocate, even before the fake smiles began. Audrey lingered at the mirror for a moment, looking at who she saw as her reflection. Fuck it. She took apart the intricately pinned curls and shook her hair out, running her fingers through a couple times before pushing some hair out of her eyes. Before turning away, she smiled into the mirror, able to breathe for a little while before the charade began. as the little make up she wore felt heavy on her lids. Audrey was normally free of such unnecessary procedures and now since she had painted a new mouth over her lips with gloss, she could feel the weight of the products on her translucent skin.

Meanwhile, Isaac was in his chamber, already dressed in a charming suit with a silk tie and hair slicked back by the water in his shower that he had taken a few minutes ago. Though he had arrived here a mere two weeks earlier, life was already becoming dull and dreary like a Sunday morning on the countryside of Paris. The majestic door chime began to bellow and did so continuously until it began to annoy the Frenchman and reluctantly, Isaac descended the grand spiral staircase. Honestly, with the kind of wealth this household had to its disposal, the least they could do is to acquire some hired help. It was odd to Isaac, not being waited on by people dressed in designer uniforms, not having someone at his hand and foot; it was more of a culture shock than anything. Audrey made her aversion clear about butlers, maids, cooks or any other form of hired help early on and stated that she preferred her privacy and independence over some middle aged man with a greying hair and a black suit. Privacy, independence, those things consumed effort and such effort could be better spent at making headlines and making a few relatively unknown women explode onto the ‘scene.’ Call him a womanizer, but he loved women too much just to be with just one. People in monogamous relationships boggled his mind, how can they do it? He knew of good women, they just left in the morning after their night of romance was done. The thought of marriage, commitment even closed his trachea; getting tied down with no room to breathe was not his cup of tea.

As his hand met with the antique iron handle of the door, he swung open the door and was greeted by a pleasant surprise; a beautiful one. Now this was more like it, Isaac was just waiting for the beautiful girls to come around and finally she did. “Your friend is here, and might I say, what beautiful friend at that.” Isaac cooed with a subtle French accent as he gently swept Daphne’s hand and kissed the back, his lips lighter than a butterfly’s wings. He was always a charmer, his mother would recall from her darker days that he would charm his way into the hearts of her ‘co-workers’, some things never seem to change. Before he could have been able to further pursue a sharp pain stung the tip of his ear as he turned to face his sister as she retracted her hand from that general area of his head. Flicking; well that was highly unnecessary.

Audrey raised a perfectly manicured brow, and shook her head, making her curls clap against her cheeks, “Don’t hit on her.” She spoke with strong conviction and continued on to converse with her friend,”You look show-stopping gorgeous, you sicken me with your beauty, I hope you know,” Audrey smiled as she tugged at the hem of her frock, making an attempt to increase its length and pulled at the neckline. It was blatantly obvious that she was uncomfortable to show that amount of skin and the amount of cosmetics used on her complexion showed how uncomfortable she looked in such a dolled-up manner. Isaac found this amusing, being the victor out of the two over their small bet, and to be frank he did not expect anything less; he was Isaac La Croix, and you just don’t lose with a name like that.

It was sort of a given, if you will, that Audrey would not prefer if Isaac were to not associate with one of her friends. Hell, if any one of his buddies even remotely attempted to ask Audrey on a date, the guy was just asking to become a dead man with a bullet through his forehead. She was his sister, and yes they had only met a short time ago, but there was something about her that reminded him of someone who was very dear to him. Helene; she reminded him of his dead little sister, little sister whom he killed. Sure almost everyone tried to persuade him to think it was a freak accident and that many things were to blame except for him, but that never changed his thoughts on his sister’s blood on his hands. He couldn’t do the one thing brothers were undoubtedly supposed to do; suppose to protect their siblings. Now with the sting of the flick long gone, Isaac smiled and acted shockingly appalled at Audrey’s statement. He was such a marvellous thespian, it was no question why Depardieu had asked Isaac on multiple occasions to lead his productions. “Please sister, I was merely being polite to our lovely guest. ” He motioned towards Daphne and smiled deviously, “However, I must make it known that you have put a superb effort in your appearance tonight, You’ve accomplished the look of actually appearing to be female for once, my hats off to you.” He bowed as the rest of the Harper-Buchanan clan filled the spacious foyer.

Nathaniel was the last of everyone to come into the common meeting ground, as he greeted Daphne openly, ”Oh Daphne sweetheart, you’ve grown up so beautifully, how’s your father and sister?” He embraced her briefly before stepping back, taking a fatherly look at Daphne. It amazed Audrey every time how Nate knew all the people of Valkyrie personally without being in Valkyrie for more than a few months; stupid people person. As they all began to depart, Matteo coughed and began to speak rather quickly, “Actually, I’ll meet you there, Uncle, I have to get my ‘plus one’…” Matteo quickly excused himself, slipping through the front door to the back seat of the black town car which was behind the equally dark limousine. As Matteo’s town car pulled ahead of the limousine and drove off, the rest went into the luxurious vehicle. It was a short drive to the Silver Estate, with laughter and a light atmosphere filling the vehicle. Arriving at the gates of the estate, Nathaniel spoke to the ridiculously dressed doorman and walked in after the rest had already filled in. Once inside and with a wine glass full of water in her hand, Audrey turned to Daphne with a half-smile, “Hey Daph, feel free to frolic and all that, I’m going to be thinking of Chinese water torture…so pretty non social, this isn’t really my scene.” Daphne did not have to suffer alongside with her. Drip, drip, drip...

Isaac glanced around; he already began to regret his decision to tag along to this sorry excuse for a party. Honestly, was it that terribly entertaining to swill around cheap champagne in a crystal glass and making small talk? Isaac had managed to weasel his way out of all these sorts of gatherings back in Europe, but how he managed to agree to one of these in a different country, it was beyond him. As both Audrey and Isaac casually looked around, a common target erupted in front of their eyes. A thought rang through both Audrey and Isaac at the exact same moment. What the hell was Petros Hayes doing here? Audrey had a valid reason for her new lack of comfort with her ever-present stalker, now sipping champagne in a place she doubted he would attend. Fuck. However, why was Isaac so confused up seeing the Greek chap? Well, to be true to history, the two had some history back in Europe which was laid rest abruptly after one of Petros’ many moves around the diminutive continent. Silently walking towards him, Isaac secretly made his way to Petros’ side."Mind slipping me some of that scotch hidden in your coat, Castellanos?" Isaac smirked nudging the Greek subtly, reminiscing in old times back in Europe. As he turned to face some of the crowd that was not delved into the beverage area, he caught a glimpse of blond curls and bright red. He recognized the girl instantly, of course she was from Europe, and the best ones always were. "Andromeda, from the shores of Greece to cocktail parties, it is always a pleasure." He greeted her like he greeted any woman, with a tender kiss on the back of her hand. It was a charity fundraiser with champagne and classical music, but it felt more like a high school reunion.

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LENGTH` 3302 words. Holy ranting, Batman!
TAGGED TO` 'tis the event
ATTIRE` audrey & isaac
CREDITS` format inspired by mostly chels<3...actually its like chels-lite xD
LYRICS` 'hotel california' by the eagles
NOTES`so I finally got around to it... this is my longest post ever. I doubt if I will ever get this length again, so let's celebrate that I did now. Yay.

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[Alexandra Suresh]

ALEX AND TIMOTHY,

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it's gonna be a night to remember
it's gonna be the night to last forever
we'll never ever ever forget
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• You'd think after years of playing the sneaky sister to her older brothers, Alexandra would have perfected her sneaking-up-on-people skills by now but apparently not. Sure, she'd acknowledged the video camera in front of Amber but she hadn't put two and two together and realised that she would probably appear in Amber's camera screen, thus ruining the suprise. Of course Alex wasn't thinking about any of this as she tiptoed up behind Amber on her high heels, wobbling slightly every few seconds. She really needed to wear high heels more because she'd had next to no practise. Back in Hinesville there were never really any events or parties that called for high heels. She wore her brown boots basically everywhere but if it was a really dressy event which was rare since this was Hinesville, she might wear her pretty flats or a pair of her mother's heels. But like I mentioned before, these events were rare and thus Alex hadn't had much practise in the heels department which was why she was concentrating on walking without falling over, rather than the fact that she was currently very much viewable in Amber's video camera.
  
  "What are you guys talking about?"
  Even at that comment, Alex still didn't twig that her surprise was about to be ruined. She knew that people commenting videos often brought up the strangest subjects so she figured someone was probably just ranting about something weird or about how hot Justin Timberlake or someone was. Something like that. Alex continued tiptoing up to Amber with a sly grin on her face, getting ready to scare her when her plan suddenly backfired. Alex froze as Amber turned around and burst into laughter. "Not the best idea to sneak up on me when I'm doing a live webcast." Oh, right. Alex smiled sheepishly as she totted over closer to Amber and shrugged. "Oh well, it's the thought that counts." She said with a giggle, glancing into the video camera. As Amber introduced her, Alex stood behind her and wrapped her arms around Amber's neck in a quick hug. "I'd better be your only stalker. Who else is there?" Alex asked in an amused tone as she moved around and sat in the chair next to Amber.
  
  "Oh and hey peoples. I'm assuming it was you guys who all ratted me out to Amber yeah?" Alex giggled into the video camera as she spotted a few comments from the viwers greeting her and telling her how they'd spotted her first. This sounded much more fun than walking around on her painful high heels and Alex knew that whenever she was with Amber, she was garenteed to have heaps of fun. They had only met a few weeks ago but connected so well that it was only natural that the two had been hanging out all the time lately. "So, what were you talking about before I attempted to scare you?" Alex asked, leaning back in her chair and raised an eyebrow at Amber with a smile.
  
  
• Timothy was incredibly grateful to have an actual date to this big party thing tonight. It was pretty much one of the only reasons he was really glad to go actually. As much as he loved these big fancy events that allowed him to forget that he was poor, walking around with Nina and her parents didn't actually seem that enticing. Sure, he loved his uncle and aunt but Tim prefered to go on his own too and unfortunately unless he had a date, he'd probably be wandering around aimlessly for the entire night. That didn't sound like much fun either. Sure, Tim had been in Valkyrie for a few months now, well at least two anyway, but he still didn't have a whole lot of friends yet. He'd caught up with a few friends that he knew from previous summers here but he had no idea how many of these friends would be turning up tonight. This was where Mary came in. He'd met her a few weeks or so ago on campus at the University and soon enough he'd found himself inviting her to come with him. Luckily she'd said yes and damn, Tim wasn't regretting it one bit now. Mary was definitely hot and she looked it in every way tonight with her fiery red hair and long elegent dress. Tim felt kinda proud to be knowing he'd be walking around with someone that gorgeous.
  
  "I know." Timothy smirked back at Mary as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. He loved it when girls had attitude and weren't all 'Aw really? Thank you so much!'. Those types of girls were so boring. Mary seemed to be different from those girls which made Tim glad. There were so many barbie-clones in this world and any girl who was different was definitely welcome. Tim felt quite at ease with Mary now and they barely even know each other but that was the good thing. There wasn't any of that annoying awkwardness there which was great. As Tim held the door open for Mary, he laughed at her comment before replying, "That's because I'm not. I just like confusing people." He raised one eyebrow as he spoke, a gleam in his eye as he swung the door shut and strode around to his side of the car and climbed in.
  
  "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." Tim nodded and chuckled at Mary's response to his question. "It does indeed. And don't forget the young teens secretly getting drunk and disgracing their parents." Tim glanced across at Mary briefly with a smirk as he carefully parked the car. Walking into the hall with Mary on his arm, Tim glanced around with curiousity. It really was a ridiculously large house. How many people lived here exactly? As Tim glanced around in amazement, he heard Mary speak again and turned his head to look at her. "Really? I'd rather be here than back in Georgia." Tim shrugged as he replied to her words. He could see her point though. The fake part of this life was only interesting for so long. Tim still preferred Valkyrie to his old hometown of Hinesville, Georgia.
  
  

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^{TAGGED TO; alex to amblex xD and tim to mary (:
WORD COUNT; 1109
OUTFITS; alex and tim
CREDITS; lyrics to HSM3 hehe. my format with inspiration from EVERYONE
NOTES; lily -amblex ftw! and alex will spot seth soon right?}

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[Petros Hayes]

DAPHNE, SOPHIE, & PETROS

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KEEP QUIET NOTHING COMES AS EASY AS YOU
CAN I LAY IN YOUR BED ALL DAY?
I'LL BE YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET & YOUR BIGGEST MISTAKE
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It was coming. Daphne Hayes was ready to move. Of her house that is. Ever since her mother came back from France, it was one disaster after the next. Daphne never fought with someone so much it made her fights with Amanda and Coco appear as pions, that's how bad it was. "I don't get how you let her back into our home," Daphne complained, she picked her nails in the dark, the only light was the passing headlights. Derrik and Daphne Hayes were driving in the car, to the place where the two could only wish to live. "Daphne, she's your mother. And - And I love her." Daphne scoffed, putting both hands on her knees. "Are you serious, Dad? She left us when I was three! She left you to take care of Diem and I." Her dad was such a dreamer it was starting to irritate Daphne. "You know Daphne, maybe someday when you love someone, you'll understand ." Ok, this was not working. "I would never give someone I loved a second chance if they abandoned me." The father and daughter were silent, Daphne was glaring out the passenger side window, as she slowly made a checklist of what she'd pack to move in with her cousins, Petros and Sophie. They already offered the spare bedroom. Why that place had three bedroom was beyond her. Sophie already told her it'd be a sleep over every night and Petros kept telling her where the alcohol was, even if Daphne kept reminding him she didn't do that anymore.

The two were on their way to Audrey Harper's house... or mansion. Yes, Daphne made her dad take her. So she could complain about the momster. There was a party tonight. Yay rah. The fact that she was a charity case always always made her feel special, but she looked hot and that made up for it. Tonight she was piggy backing with the Harpers, but was meeting up with Peter at the party. Weird arrangement, she knew. Her dad wasn't the biggest fan of Peter, which was weird, he met P. Fish a whole whopping two times. Though he said anyone was a step-up from Josh. Dads will be Dads. She wondered what he would think of Dean. Silly, Daphne, did it matter? She was with Peter and she was strangely happy with it. This five month arrangement went way longer than expected. Hell, take that Amanda. Daphne was interesting enough to keep a guy around. Anyways, the point of it was, Daphne just said she was going with Audrey, and Derrik liked Audrey because she wasn't materialistic like... oh say, Anne?

Soon they got there, and Daphne threw her seatbelt off. "Daphne, wait." She turned back to look at her father. "Have fun." She made a funny face, unsure if he saw it. "Ok, thanks, Dad." "See you later?" Now Daphne furrowed her eyebrows, ha, like she would be going home. "I'm sleeping at Audrey's tonight, Dad." Lie, lie, lie. Daphne needed to work on that. She got out and watched as he pulled away. Her red stilettos clicked along the stairs as she walked to the front door and knocked. The door swung open and she was greeted with, “Your friend is here, and might I say, what beautiful friend at that.” Audrey's too-hot-for-words French brother, Isaac, whom she met a week ago. Ah, why couldn't the guys be so... chivalrous-like here in Valkyrie. When had anyone kissed the back of her hand? Oh yeah, Isaac. When she first met him the week before. “Don’t hit on her.” Daphne turned her attention to the voice, Audrey and her mouth literally dropped. She almost didn't hear Audrey compliment her. "Jesus, Aud. You got to give yourself more credit. You're gorgeous."

Daphne waited as everyone was getting ready to go, she was greeted by Audrey's father who acted as if she knew her when she was a tot. But soon they were driving to the Silver Estate and were there before she was able to even settle in. Crazy how everyone was next door neighbors up here. Getting out she spotted Peter almost immediately. She caught Audrey's attention and said, "Aud, I'll see you inside. I found Peter." She didn't run to greet him because she was going to be in these shoes all night. No need to give them anymore of a workout than needed. "Peter!" She broke out into a smile as she reached him. Her hands snaked around the back of his neck for a brief moment as she gave him a kiss. Then she let go with a small grin. She grabbed one of his hands and started to tug him towards the door. "Ok, let's go pretend my family is rich enough to donate to EPIC."

Sophie really couldn't stop grinning. For some reason the night was just going to be great, and it hadn't even started yet. She just loved that she was here in semi-secret with Milo. And the fact that Petros couldn't read between the lines, it was golden. When Sophie thought about it, Milo must be do something right. The fact that Petros hadn't shielded her away from any of his friends yet here in Valkyrie was weird. Or, maybe he got soft. Heh, unlikely. Back in Greece, Petros tended to befriend boys like himself. Rich, reckless, and drunk. Those were the type of people he surrounded himself, so she was surprised somewhere along the line Milo and him became buddies.

"You look really, really beautiful, by the way." Nope, grin was still there. "Thank you," she said, starting to bit on her lower lip so she could stop smiling for five seconds. Sophie was a little nervous. Milo was so sweet, so so cute, and really normal. Normal was something Sophie had never been use to since this spontaneous girl use to be with either the grubby musicians that played at the fashion show after parties, or the guys her parents would set her up with. The sons of political figures. Then there was Milo, who just fell in the middle, the happy medium of someone she was probably deep down looking for when she was with such polar opposites. He balanced out her crazy personality. She was too wild to be with someone who would be a politician and two crazies was a recipe for disaster in the rock world. Yeah, Sophie and Milo had their differences, but it just worked, you know? It was one of those moments people always described in the movies, when you felt like you were the only one in the room. Sophie always thought that just wasn't possible, but now she knew what that felt like. It felt pretty good. "Milo?" she asked, coming back from her many thoughts, "when do you think we can tell Petros? You know... about me and you?"

Petros got both him and Andie some drinks. In addition to the cutesy little champagne they provided, Petros needed something a little more stronger than that, so he poured some of his scotch into it. He offered some to Andie, because there was plenty. Mmm, alcohol, the greatest sin in the world. The thought of the next few hours crossed his mind and wondered how fast it would take till he started acting like an ass. He knew that he really shouldn't be doing this since it was all a reflection on the parents. But hey, any of these snooty, white, bastards could goggle him. Then they'd know this sort of thing happens often. He was about to ask Andie if she wanted to find a spare bedroom to 'reconnect' but he heard, "Mind slipping me some of that scotch hidden in your coat, Castellanos?"

Isaac La Croix, one of his partners in crime from Europe. "Isaac La Croix, you son of a bitch," he said jokingly, smiling. He took another drink of alcohol before he put it down next on top of a random end table with some plant on it. He slapped Isaac's shoulder in the friendly way and said, "Why are you here? I didn't know you were in Valkyrie. Like, really. In Valkyrie? I was exiled here, what's your excuse?" Petros knew this crazy French man when Petros was galavanting around Europe and Isaac, him, and another Greek, Demetri were those guys that were always seen together, always were mentioned in tabloids for something wild, crazy, and probably illegal the night before. People had dubbed them 'the brio' on account of there were three of them, and they all acted like a bunch of brothers where ever they went. Though they all lost touch when Petros had to go to Switzerland for school since he was kicked out of his current one at the time.

When Isaac mentioned Andie like he knew her, Petros picked his drink back up, taking a gulp before saying, "I didn't know you two knew each other." He waited for an answer as he turned his head in search for Sophie. There were too many people in the room, but he thought he saw her brunette hair through the crowd and oh - yes that was her since the person she was standing next to had blonde streaks. Ok, as long as she was in visual view, Petros didn't have a problem with Milo watching her.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, me, fools.
WORD COUNT, 1603
LYRICS, 'nobody puts baby in the corner' - fall out boy
CLOTHES, sophie, petros, & daphne
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, i just kinda said goodbye to audrey before she met up with peter outside since audrey was talking to her inside and yeah xD
& this is way late to clare <3 so i thought my next post could be the milo/petros showdown? and sorry the petros/sophie portion really sucked ass.
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[Milo Ellis]

••MILO, ANDIE••

hello sunshine,
come into my life

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This was the kind of thing that just didn't happen to Milo Ellis. This was the kind of thing that seemed more suited to happen to the beautiful people of the world and everyone in books. But not him. He was, after all, Milo Ellis. The socially awkward Calvin and Hobbes loving geek. He was used to getting the shorter end of the stick. So, to him, it really seemed too good to be true; that he had met Sophie and she hadn't laughed at him or thought he was lame (as far as he knew, anyway) and in fact befriended him. And, not only that, but she had reciprocated the feelings he harbored for her. And it actually went on from there. They just seemed to fit together. Even Milo, who had exactly zero experience with relationships, could see that. They were very different, but there was that whole opposites attract thing, right? Their differences balanced out to create a situation he had often read about it books. If he hadn't been so happy about it, albeit just slightly confused and nervous, he would be asking himself why it was happening. However, questioning it seemed like it would only make it less real, so he refrained.

"Milo? When do you think we can tell Petros? You know... about me and you?" To be honest, Milo had been hoping they could put that off for another several decades even if he knew it was probably inevitable. But he was seriously not looking forward to his friend's reaction. Petros was very protective over Sophie. Very. And Milo was pretty sure that Petros hadn't taken any extra precaution with him just because he knew Milo couldn't woo anyone to safe his life. Not to mention he did feel slightly guilty about it all. Petros trusted him and, in Petros's mind, he was probably betraying that trust. "Oh," he said, his brow creasing, an unsure expression splaying itself across his features as he ran a hair through his newly dyed hair and stuck the other in his pocket, "Um... I d-don't know. Some time when there are no p-possible weapons around?" he volunteered. "I mean, I don't really care... whenever you w-want to, but... you know how protective over you his is and stuff." He stuck both hands now into his pockets and sucked in his cheeks for a moment and looked back down at her. Despite the more serious turn of talk, he couldn't manage to stop his lips as they twitched upward into a slight smile once again.

Andromeda, meanwhile across the room, was reflecting on what she could have done with her evening, even if being in an environment of such grandeur was a bit exciting. Of course, it was also nice to spending time with Petros again. It was very nice to know he was still handsome and rich. Having rich acquaintances almost always came in handy. But so far this event wasn't proving quite worthy of all the time she had spent preparing for it. True, her dress was a bit of a knock off, and sure getting ready hadn't been too painstaking, but throwing on a swimsuit and some short shorts and heading down to a shak party would've been more interesting than this by now. Though she did like taking any excuse to curl her hair. That was nice.

She gratefully accepted the drink Petros got for her and much more enthusiastically said yes to the Scotch he had hidden in his pocket he offered to her. Lord knew the little delicate, cutesy flutes of wine they were serving here were probably some of the weakest derivations of alcohol to ever exist. "Mind slipping me some of that scotch hidden in your coat, Castellanos?" She looked up to see the speaker of the comment directed to her date. My, my, my. The world just seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. It was Isaac La Croix, another handsome, dashing one of her collection. Hm. She hadn't known he was acquainted with Petros, noting this as the two young men exchanged greetings of sorts. Ah, yes, here we go. Isaac had noticed and was turning some attention to her. "Andromeda, from the shores of Greece to cocktail parties, it is always a pleasure." She gave him a quick, sultry smile as he kissed the back of her hand. "Likewise, Isaac," she said, with a slight flirtacious edge. "You look lovely." A bit of a reminiscent now colored her tone.

"I didn't know you two knew each other." Another small smile flourished on her lips for a moment. "We've met before," she said simply, not even intending on the slightly suggestive undercurrent that had occurred in her voice that did sort of suggest what she wasn't mentioning, thought it still was admittedly leaving out a few details, including the whole 'had sex' thing. Though, really, she couldn't imagine how it would ever be a necessary part of the conversation. She took a sip of her now much more intensified aloholic beverage. Ah, there now. The evening just got a wee bit better. Honestly, the people who said alcohol didn't cure anything were very sadly mistaken. Besides, Valkyrie, California had to have one of the largest percentages of drunken citizens in the whole damn world, even if they liked to keep it quiet. It was pretty obvious, though, when you got right down to it. Half of all these couples' children would not exist were it not for a large amount of alcohol. Not to say that this was exactly a good thing, of course. The world would, without a doubt, be a better place without a lot of these bitchy assed rich teenagers. Hmm. Come to think of it, Andie wasn't even sure what the legal drinking age was here in America. Greece, bless its wonderful, wonderful soul, did not have one. That single thought alone made her a little homesick. But she was very sure there was one in America, which would explain why most of her peers weren't drinking. Suckers.

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STATUS done!
WORD COUNT 1037
FORMATTING by me, inspiration from all my v-side lovelies
LYRICS 'hello sunshine' by the super furry animals
TAGGED milo; sophie, andie; petros & isaac currently
ATTIRE milo & andie
LOCATION the silver estate
DATE may 4, 2007
NOTES kind of short, sorry. and hells yeah, the petros/milo showdown next sounds good. <3

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[matteobuchanan]

MATTEO BUCHANAN
With a mountain of maybes
and some icarus wings
And I'm honored delusions
And one little thing.
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may 4, 2007, early evening
Silver estate

He adjusted and readjust his tie as he stood in front of the cherry wood lined mirror with a frown on his lips and his blue eyes slightly narrowed. Matteo was still unable to crack his latest case; why the hell he asked Haley Summers, that insufferable little high schooler with superficial problems to the Charity event. Actually his initial plan was not to attend at all. That did not go over as well as he received a phone call at four in the morning with his Colonel of a father instructing, no, commanding him to attend. His excuse was that Matteo needed to represent his family name, and not spend all his precious time at the hospital for his damned internship. It was obvious Colonel Buchanan was not impressed by his eldest son’s choice of career as a doctor rather than to buck up and enter the armed forces. He must think his brood is such a disappointment, his eldest son becoming a doctor and his second son becoming a New York Best-seller and his third, well he did not have a third son instead he got a daughter and in no lighter terms was an utter bitch. His second plan was to ask Rose, who evidently had turned out to be Haley’s half sister, to the event on a simple friends basis. But she was going with her father, and Matteo did not wish to impose on such an event. Because of this, he was ‘plus one-less’ and so without another thought, he asked the next available Summers girl, Haley. Granted that made him sound like some sort of womanizing pig, but he had no ulterior motive other than taking one or the other; but why Haley? With this looming question, Matteo continued to draw a crease in between his brows as he festered with the navy tie.

It was not as if Haley was outrageously hideous or socially retarded, it was quite the opposite. She was almost too pretty, with big brown eyes and a beautiful smile that would have turned the weak to slime. It amused Matteo whenever she got angry or irritated, and he did that often just to smile triumphantly as she would nearly commit murder. Her crass attitude and hard headed independence made her intriguing, she proved to be a challenge Matteo would set aside to conquer. One thing that had made him think of her higher than that of a low life high schooler was perhaps how she impulsively moved out with Rose and Mary. Not a lot of people had the grapes to stick to the man, or in this case a frightening mother who rivalled the devil. He had heard only a few tid bits from Rose of Sirena Summers, but even in Rose’s eloquence, Mother Summers was…well, a bitch. He was impressed, Haley was able to beat the credit card curse by getting cut off; most would think that as suicide. However, there was something about Hales that made him ache inside; something that reminded him of Ziraili. His life was divided from the freak accident as the papers would say that claimed her life and the time he spent with her beforehand. He was by the hospital when the explosions began, Matteo had his own theories of what really had occurred, destruction of the heritage building beside the hospital going terribly awry did not really cut it. Matteo searched tirelessly for her, ripping away from the fire fighters and delving into the rumble himself.

After Ziraili’s funeral service, it was evident that she wasn’t coming home now. Coming to that realization tore him up completely. From then on, he could not pin point exactly was when he had turned into a bitter, tactless but brilliant pre med maverick. Actually, Matteo was always like that, fighting to the death for his opinions, rude and crass, but now with Ziraili gone, he had no one to be a foil to his absurd behaviour. He related to the fictional character House, though Matteo did not have a cane or a Vicodin addiction, he had that gnawing pain that did not have suitable medication to make it go away, leave him to be.

With his tie now in place and his polished black leather shoes shined, Matteo left his bedroom, his hand slid against the cold railing as he descended the grand staircase, entering the foyer in which his family had gathered. As they all began to depart, Matteo coughed and began to speak rather quickly, “Actually, I’ll meet you there, Uncle, I have to get my ‘plus one’…” Matteo quickly excused himself, slipping through the front door to the back seat of the black town car which was behind the equally dark limousine in which the rest of the family was going to ride in. He was actually going to attend this event, and because of protocol he had a ‘plus one.’ Matteo could have ditched out on this whole affair, stood up Haley and just go to the hospital; with the little conscience he had left would not allow him to do so, even if clinic duty sounded might enticing. Even if he did muster up the valour to do such a deed, he knew Rose would oversee his beheading; and he was in no mood to royally displease his best friend. With all these thoughts conjuring into one, he did not seem to notice that the driver was close to the apartments of which Haley, Mary and Rose occupied.

Getting out of the vehicle a turn away from the building, he let the driver drive around the block until he were to come out with his ‘plus one’, Matteo sauntered aimlessly until he arrived. He scaled the stairs and approached the residence of his ‘plus one’. She resided in the Hitten Apartments, in a less glamorous section of town, the Shaks. It was not a horrible stretch of town, just less privileged and dotted with middle class, working homes. It was nice, he supposed, could have been much worse, the whole working class hero thing shone through rather than the limitless credit card life. His hand reached for the door knob, which was locked. Women enjoyed their privacy he noted, as a smirk appeared on his complexion; time for some amusement. From his wallet, he removed a shiny plastic credit card and began to open the lock. After a few moments of no success, he tucked his card back into his pocket. Damn, the one place MasterCard did not work. With another trick up his sleeve, literally, he pulled out a bobby pin and began to shimmy the lock; ah, sweet success. Why did he have a bobby pin clipped to his cuff? After a few sessions of discussing cases with Doctor Anderson made it necessary to be armed in materials that would allow him easy access.

He walked into the small apartment and sat down in a surprisingly comfortable arm chair, kicking his feet on top of the coffee table. Looking around for a scorned Haley, he smiled, reaching over the arm for a fallen magazine. “You know Haley, you should really invest in a lock that is not so easily breakable, ” He called out into the empty apartment, as he flipped through the latest edition of Cosmo that was lying on the floor, laughing at what the ridiculous writers put in for the things not to say around men. Honestly, who believes this load of garbage?

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LENGTH` 1250 words
TAGGED TO` 'tis the event
ATTIRE`here
CREDITS` format inspired by mostly chels<3...actually its like chels-lite xD
icons by cristina_lacosa on scribbld.
LYRICS`'the little things' by danny elfman
NOTES`hehe, used bow tie pics even if he's not
wearing a bow tie. and yes, he definitely broke in.

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[Paolo Giovanni]

PAOLO & BEVIN ,

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It was eating at him. Every few moments, his head went straight back to his time in Los Angeles. Los Angeles wasn't very forgiving when it came to Paolo. Let's see, in the past five months he was accomplice to murder and his father was forcing crime on to him like Paolo didn't have much to say for his own life. It was one thing for his older cousin, Christian, to go off on his own, do his thing. But for Paolo, the second son of the most powerful mafia boss in Los Angeles to turn his back? Fasuto would call it disrespect. If not even one of his sons wanted to stick around, what would message would that send to the Irish? The Russians? Even some of the other Italian families who pride themselves on family morals so much these days. Paolo always use to think about the future, more specifically his future with Sam. But those thoughts were always subsided now with 'in six months, what sort of terms will I be with my father?' UCLA or VU. Stay in Valkyrie, or get a set-career where you would most likely die or go to prison for the rest of your life. Why would he throw away what he had with Sam for such a risky, unpredictable, gamble? And yet, the fact that he was arguing the pros and cons of them told you something. It meant Paolo sometimes thought risking it all was the way to go. It was like fighting an uphill battle, he'd get tired of fighting it at some point.

"So you're not sick of me being here yet?" Paolo let out a little chuckle. "That's absurd. Why would I be sick of you?" 'You might be the only one holding onto me at this point.' He wanted to add, but instead he just flashed one of his award-winning smiles. Sam was keeping him from giving into temptation. Not that kind of temptation, of course. No, this beautiful, compassionate woman he was dating was the reason why he wanted to be a better man, not like his family. Having her with him gave him too much to live for rather than to die or go to prison. He couldn't hurt her, again. He'd feel that it was almost selfish of him.

He knew that honest was quote, 'the best policy.' And it was bothering him, it was like he was keeping this VU and UCLA thing was being kept secret. Well, technically it was a secret since Paolo already told Sam he was definitely definitely going to Valkyrie University come fall. Being accepted and all, it was a done deal and everything. But his father was a pesky one and made him apply to other colleges including Brown, Dartmouth, New York University, and [of course] University of California, Los Angeles. He wasn't bragging, but Paolo was a smart kid, and with his family's background, the name tended to be an advantage. So not only was his grades and the academy in his favor, but his last name was also. Weird how things like that were set up. Paolo felt however that he should tell Sam that his dad was making him re-consider.

"No, nothing at all. Just stuff going through my mind. School stuff." Paolo nodded. "Yeah... me too." Not high school stuff, college stuff. In fact high school in general for him had become really easy. Last month for the seniors, it had become to 'what was the point?' besides finals, all Paolo had to wait for were finals and then his diploma. Everything else seemed rather petty to him at this point. He already got accepted into college.

Honesty, honesty. It kept echoing in his brain like a broken record. Ok, he was going to tell her. He touched her side to get her attention. They were still standing in the midst of the guests. Maybe he should tell her not around so many people. "Hey, can we maybe talk? Somewhere in private?" It took him a beat to realize just how bad that sounded. Usually those conversations led to 'it's not you it's me,' or something along the lines of breaking up... from what he heard. Paolo shook his head, "Oh, no, not like that. I just want to tell you something." He kissed her quickly in reassurance and started leading her to an empty table in another room. It was vacant and didn't look like people were sitting in it before, so he led her to the table, helping her into her chair like the gentleman he was. He took one of the other chairs and scooted it close to her. "Ok, so," he clapped his hands together, rubbing them, collecting his thoughts. He didn't know exactly how to word this. He had all this time and hadn't thought of how to say it. He decided he was just going to jump into it. "When I was up in Los Angeles... I was spending a lot of time with my dad. And, you know I decided to stay in Valkyrie next year... go there for a year, wait 'til you graduate, see what happens from there. Well, my dad's been trying to convince me to go to UCLA..." Paolo paused for a second, trying hard to over-analyze her face. Living in Los Angeles could really only mean one thing in Giovanni-terms. "And, I don't know... I might end up going up there for the year and I was wondering," he took her hand in his, "how you would feel about that."



STATUS, complete
CRED, format by me, bevin's icon on lj
WORD COUNT, 952
LYRICS, 'family tradition' - senses fail
CLOTHES, paolo & bevin
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, thought it'd be an interesting convo for them to touch on. lol. and this is late.

[Mary Connors]

HALEY & MARY & ROSE
"Damn the consequences"


When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables

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So Mary Connors had never been wealthy as her almost cousin Haley had been, pre-sex tape, nor was she ever really friends with people of class and distinction. She connected best with her home, as in Brooklyn for heaven's sake, not the upper east side. And Rose, while she may have never been rich before, not counting the brief few months she lived with Demon Summers, she had lived in near a wealthy neighborhood in Maine in which she spent most of her time on an orchard owned by a rich friend. It wasn't like that in Brooklyn. She and her father always had enough to live off of but they were the types that made fun of the stuff upper class. Her dad loved politics but he tended to not like going to the functions because they bored him. "Fake smiles and schmoozing" were all they entailed he used to say. See, if he and Mary were going to throw an event it probably would be a small gathering of friends, with lots music, especially Cheap Trick, and lots of funky food and absolutely no formalities. People would be wearing jeans and t-shirts, and others would be wearing town gowns with a million necklaces trying to show off the new tattoo on their shoulder. Most of the people would be laughing, flirting and there would be no servers. No, Mary and him would have made everything themselves and put it out on a card table for the guests to serve themselves. After all, "Can't promote laziness" was another little catch phrase of his, even though, even if he didn't want to admit it, the main reason he didn't want to serve was because he was being lazy but hey, he wrote speeches for politicians, he knew how to spin the truth.

She was close to her father and personality-wise she was like his clone. Physically, she looked like a clone of her mother, but she missed him, every second, every day. It sort of felt like she couldn't escape him because she was him. Creepy way to put it but it was a hard thing to describe. Whatever, those thoughts weren't for tonight. Not at all. The whole point of it was that she wasn't used to these sort of events. She found them kind of entertaining though, in the sense of it amused her than anyone got so much joy in them. Valkyrie was sort of like that. As long as she took a step back and just watched these people self-destruct, it could be amusing such as a watching a trashy teen drama show was amusing. "That's because I'm not. I just like confusing people." Mary grinned at that as they made their way to the event. Time for the fake smiles was right. Honestly when Tim had said that he had reminded her of her father because of what her father used to always say. It definitely was a beautiful set up, over the top but beautiful.

"It does indeed. And don't forget the young teens secretly getting drunk and disgracing their parents."

[/i] Mary laughed. "Well, of course, that is what we're here for isn't it?" She replied as they made their way inside. "You better not have changed the plan on me Suresh." Yeah, she knew she didn't have parents to disgrace but they could disgrace his guardians, or if push comes to shove, just themselves. Not that she was actually planning to. Mary was not the get shitfaced and act like an idiot type. "Really? I'd rather be here than back in Georgia." Mary raised an eyebrow, "That's because it's Georgia." She said very matter-of-factly. She was just joking although to be honest, she wasn't a fan of South in general. The one time she went, she noticed how there were millions of kids all wearing confederacy flag hats and t-shirts, whatever you can think of. And while she knows that t them it's just a symbol for Southern Pride now, as a Northerner all she can see in it is "oh hey break of the union, slavery, good times" and honestly, she's didn't think the darkest era of American history and prejudice was something to be proud of.


0kay, so it was pretty strange that her date for the evening was one of Rose's few friends. I mean come on, Haley and Rose had to be two of the most different people in the world apart from their stubbornness. Haley walked out from behind the kitchen counter and made her back into her bedroom. She just wanted to check the hem one more time. Any imperfection and her mother would defensively bounce all over it. Haley would be an idiot if she thought that her mother would take being proven wrong without a fight or at least a bitch fit. Haley smiled slightly as she reassured herself it was fine. The brunette made her way to her, no so much a closet, but a coat rack, and pulled on some simple shoes to match. Dress, check, date, check. This would be fun. Even with Matteo as a date. Okay that sounded more bitchy than she meant it to. Part of her kind of enjoyed her time with him. He was smart, quick witted. He seemed to get a cheap thrill from pissing her off and even though she knew he liked that he could get a reaction out of her, but every time she attempted to hold down her annoyance it tended to just boil over and be even more entertaining for him.

Plus Matteo Buchanan was not nearly as frustrating as some because at least he could make some sense in his out bursts as well as you could tell when he was being playful, unlike Mr. Collin Wallace. Mr. Pain in Her Ass. God, that man was severely unbalanced. First he got angry because she accidently spilled a drop of coffee on the bottom of his pant leg, even though she apologized he blew up on her. It's not like they were even good pants. Seriously, at least Matteo had some natural style and charm to him. You know? It was hard to deny. He had a way about him, a commanding presence that no matter how much he vexed her in any given situation, Haley could not bring herself to say she hated him. Collin she could, and easily. Hated him, H-A-T-E-D. He was just so... eerrgg, there wasn't even a word for it.

Haley looked up from her heads inner ratings and looked at the clock next to her bed, she should probably go into the living room, it's not like they had a doorbell. If she was to hear Matt it would be from there. She walked in her heels into the hallway and made her way into the main room when she jumped a bit at the sound of a male voice from her left. She turned to see Matt sitting with his feet on the coffee table and a magazine in his hand. Figures. “You know Haley, you should really invest in a lock that is not so easily breakable, ” Haley crossed her arms over her chest, "You know, it is customary for the guest to knock before he enters." She retorted before walking over to him and nudging his legs which he had propped up on the coffee table, with her own shin, "What would Rose have to say about the propriety of this more felonious side of you I wonder?" She added tucking hair behind her ear, the felony she was making reference to of course was that of breaking and entering.

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tagged;; Haley to Matt, Rose to Wesley, Mary to Tim
status & words;; COMPLETE && 1314
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;; sketchy I know, muse fizzed


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[Anne Lévesque]

THE LÉVESQUES

'cause at the end of the day
it's as simple as it is

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"Jason." Nikki Malinda had greeted him, looking as nonchalant and different as ever. Had it already been less than a year when he had seen her as that springy, active blonde chick? Granted, he had never gone after her because there was another flexible blonde that had taken his adoration, but Nikki had never bothered him. Now he found her even more intriguing. Girls that were constantly lost in sports were rather dull, because once they were consumed in finding scholarships, winning competitions, etc - they had no time for Jason. Not that Nikki Malinda was going to be on his fuck list anytime soon, for he had a much smaller list after realizing Brianna was the one he had mistreated all along. "Hotter? Puh-lease. But anyways, she's somewhere. How am I suppose-" He rose an eyebrow in her direction, unconvinced until another Malinda popped out of no where. The Malinda parents bred females like no other, however, those females often turned out to be fairly attractive, so kudos, Mr. and Mrs. Malinda.

"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." Jason grunted, now finding even less of a reason to attend this gala besides the fact that it was an act of force. Things with Brianna and Jason had been strange since the Hospital, when Bella had told everyone about her and Jason's child she had aborted in England. However, Brianna and Jason had been through hell and back - surely they could handle yet another scandal entering their lives, right? Swishing his drink back and forth while Natalie scampered away, Jason gave a wink to Nikki and sulked to the back doors of the house to light a cigarette. If he wasn't going to be sucking Brianna's face tonight, it may as well be a lucky little cigarette.

As Garrett and Anne walked around the room, making side comments to one another and smirking to the people they knew, they couldn't feel any more awkward. Garrett had become protective since the car crash, and was watching Anne as if she was his own disobediant child. She hated it, especially because he was a year younger than herself, but then again, his tall, burly body was enough to make him look twenty. "What a bore. The women haven't changed, yet all of my friends have." Anne cooed, standing placidly with her arm holding her other arm's elbow and her glass cradling in her fingers. Garrett glanced over at Anne with a shrug, giving polite smiles when familiar faces of the most prestigious adults of Valkyrie passed. "I don't recall when these things were ever exciting.." Garrett murmured under his breath, an undertone Anne could hear. She scoffed in response, shaking her head.

Normally at these things, she would do her rightful duty of saying hello to the parents, her gold little crown placed upon her head, and then sneak off with the A-listers to get drunk in their own personal party. Now was that not possible because of Garrett her watch dog, but none of her friends were here, let alone wanting a drunken escapade. Instead, they resorted to their boyfriends. Anne glared at Peter Fischer with distaste. Suddenly, a petite voice rang in Anne's ear, as she jumped from the surprise a little and glanced over to see a scrawny Sophomore girl with a warm smile and brown hair. But what she noticed most was her magnetized eyes in Garrett's direction, in which Garrett returned the favor with even redder cheeks. Perfect. This would be Anne's escape. "Mind if I steal him away from you?" Anne simply chuckled, as she looked at Garrett with conviction. "Please do." She said, rolling her eyes, as Garrett finally glanced at Anne with sweet sincerity.

"You sure, Anne?" Anne could only glare at him, but then turned a maschostic, sickening smile toward the pair.

"Oh of course. Don't let me be the interceptor of your eye sex." She then chuckled again as she clicked off, walking toward the waiter for a piece of the shrimp cocktail. Garrett bit his lip but then turned excitedly in Natalie's direction. She couldn't have looked more beautiful and she couldn't have looked more happy to see him. Not Mark Wood. Not some other older, mean boy that would treat her like dirt in a millisecond. "Natalie!" He then gave her a traditional kiss on both cheeks as his family had always been presented to do. However, he couldn't help but squeeze her back as he did so. He then looked at her, his eyes fluttering. Natalie was the dream girl. And he had been sourly addicted to her for months on end, mainly ever since the pottery explosion which led to the horrible shooting. Surely, Garrett was still recovering from watching Johnny Jones shoot himself, but he still found refuge in talking to Ms. Malinda. "You look.. wow." He then grinned, raising his eyebrows. "I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less." He then looked around, as he dangled his glass in his hands like Anne had done before.

"How are you? Enjoying the.. uh.. well, forced gathering of money enthusiasts?" Just the mere fact that Natalie had chosen to come to this party made the event that much more appealing.

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day , friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
weather , low 70's, breezy
location , the silver estate, valkyrie, california
wearing , garrett / jason / anne
word count , 1131
tagged to , about time -__-
credits , my format, inspiration from other vside lovelies, katy perry for lyrics & lj for icons

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[anabellehoux]

THE LEHOUXS

how can i decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind?

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The home was rather lovely, in Anabel's opinion, but she found more amusement with having a quiet persona. Being observant was something she considered herself to be good at, while keeping her 'reputation' at a solid plank. People in the magazines considered her to be the poised, quiet model that reflects the high class society of France and modeling. Often people would ask her why such a reserved girl such as Anabel would consider doing modeling, which includes such an outspoken personality and fluttering need of attention. In all honesty, Anabel loved the attention. It was the only thing keeping her from being a complete bitch on the outside, while most of her close friends knew she was judgmental and cruel on the inside or around her most loyal of friends. The aura of politeness and sophistication was a facade for the public and for her career, but really, she was just like the lot of them. Completely self absorbed.

She stared evenly at the pictures, vases and antiques around the room, clasping her fragile hands behind her arched back and her neck long and strained. She dismissed all the people around her, which was easy to do and often she got lost in her own world. She wanted to live in a world of art, but for the time being and in such a modern society, fashion was a form of art. Being an artist didn't have a high pay, and Anabel wouldn't be able to live without the luxuries. But, of course, it was always a fantasy. "Hello," Of course, while staring into the depths of a portrait, her back turned to poor Charlie, she didn't see the movement of his lips. "Might you have a name?" Still, he was not in her peripheral view or vision, so she did not take notice of his existence. Instead, she simply moved away from the portrait and cradled a crystal glass swan in her hands, examining the crystals in the gleaming room luminescence. Little did Anabel know, neither her or Charlie's fault, that she was "ignoring" someone completely.

In the other portion of the house, Coco found herself in the bathroom, locking the door quickly and staring at the counter, taking in a deep sigh. Her hands shook with agitation and nerves as she gripped the marble counter tighter, her silky palms sweating and making them slide. Quickly, she dug into her purse and grabbed her Smirnoff vodka case, opening the cap and staring at herself in the reflection. She was a mess. She was completely vulnerable to any affliction as of thus far. And as she stared at herself further, she knew the only person looking back in that mirror was what she had. Maybe her dress looked high fashion and maybe her eyebrows had been plucked to perfection. Maybe she lived in the Valks and maybe she had control over every manhood in the California vicinity. Yet, there she stood, drinking the vodka alone in a bathroom, finding herself at a complete road stop.

It burned thickly through her throat, as she closed her eyes tightly and brought the back of her hand to her lips, keeping them tight. Finally, the burning subsided into her stomach rather than her mouth and she quickly shook her head. Grabbing a mint, she popped it into her mouth and then unlocked the door. There standing outside of it was her mother. Coco gave her a dismissive look, but smoothly, Ambroisse Lehoux took Coco's arm.

"What were you doing in there?" Her mother had a quiet voice with a thick French accent. It was partially her own and partially faux. Coco shook her arm out of her mother's grasp, glancing around at the people around her.

"Do you want a play by play, Ambroisse?" Coco snapped subtly, walking away as she glanced around the room. Great, for there standing in the dim lighting was Daphne and Peter. Finally, Coco's self insecurity transformed into a wicked, malicious smile, as she remembered an incident at a party as of late. Dean Stillings had run into her at a club and Coco had put some moves on him. He had turned her down, for Coco was barely even standing on her own legs properly without the support of a wall, but she knew where to dig Daphne the deepest. Waltzing over to them with a new air of confidence that was provided by destroying the couple, she gave them a little wave. "Why Peter, dear." She gave him a coy smile, licking her lips and staring at Daphne. "And Hayes. My, my, aren't you far from home. Trying to blend in. It's cute, really." Coco smirked, then cocked her head to the side. "You know what's.. what's actually very cute?" She then gave a small smile to Peter, then glanced back at Daphne.

"Well, not an it, per say. More of a he. I believe you know him, dear." Coco chuckled nonchalantly, the lie slithering through her lips easily. "Dean Stillings? Yes, yes, you must know him. You too, Screwdriver." She noted, looking at the floor as if the lie was some fun game that she couldn't help but drag on in torture. "I ran into him last week. What a cute little puppy dog. Maybe more muscle than Peter here, but still very charming. And the way he holds you in a cold sweat in between bedroom sheets.. you must remember the thrill, right Hayes?" Coco grinned, licking her lips once more in sick anticipation. "Sorry, how rude, I'm bragging. I guess I get carried off when a distinct, sensual memory makes me so," She stepped closer to Daphne, taking advantage of the horrible lie, "Damn," She then whispered in Daphne's ear, "Hot." The last word was a cold, vodka induced, icy sneer. She then chuckled, as if they had all shared a common joke and nodded to the two, feeling better already than when she had stared into the bathroom's mirror moments before.

"Having a lovely evening, you two. I'll send your regards to Dean, Hayes." Coco winked before walking away with a fake dignity that wouldn't last within the hour, but it was enough for a tiny high.

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day , friday, may 4th, 2007 - early evening
weather , low 70's, breezy
location , the silver estate, valkyrie, california
wearing , anabel / coco
word count , 1245
tagged to , woooo
credits , my format, inspiration from other vside lovelies, paramore for lyrics & lj for icons

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[Carlito Bagalayos]

SURESH BOYS,

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it's gonna be a night to remember
it's gonna be the night to last forever
we'll never ever ever forget
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Now don't let's misjudge Carlito here. He was not the type to be nosy. Carlito liked to try and avoid drama and much preferred to live a normal and calm life. This was sort of tough for a guy like him with a sister like he did. Leti had never been able to remain 'drama free' for more than a day or two and somehow she always managed to drag Carlito into her messes to help her sort them out. As much as Carlito complained and scolded her for getting him involved all the time though, he didn't completely hate it. He was the big brother and it was his job to protect and help his baby sister. He was a protector and pretty much always had been. Carlito was the guy who would willingly punch the guys who broke Leti's heart. He was the guy who comforted her and let her make him watch sappy chick flicks when she needed to. He was a nice guy. Not that nosy. Carlito didn't ask a lot of questions because he was also a good reader of people and he could tell if someone didn't want to talk. However, if someone was in trouble, or in the possibility of being in trouble, Carlito forgot all of his little mantas that he had and forced himself to step in. Like right now. Carlito had been to a couple of these types of events with parents getting drunk and yes, he was well aware that half of the underage kids were secretly getting just as, and if not more, trashed as their parents.

Carlito was okay with that, suprisingly. Hell, he wasn't a freaking prude or anything. He'd been to plenty of parties much more outrageous than this party and been pretty smashed himself but when the parents were around, he tried to keep sober, or patially sober at least so that he could look after anyone else who got too out of control. Carlito was the sensible one in his group of friends, and in his family. Basically he was just overall sensible and if something got wild, people relied on Carlito to fix it and so he did. It was almost habit now. Carlito spotted the girl sipping champagne in front of the parents and it was as if a little radar went off in his head so naturally he approached her. It wasn't until he was standing in front of the girl and had already spoken that it occured to him that this was actually none of his darn business. The girl didn't seem too angry though. On the contrary, she smiled at him, looking quite touched that he'd cared enough to speak up. "Shh!" Carlito opened his mouth to apologise for intruding when the petite brunette grabbed his wrist and tugged at it. Great, she was probably already drunk and hoping to hook up. That was ironic.

Being the gentleman that he was though, Carlito let the possibly-drunk girl drag him into one of the many hallways in this giant estate. As the girl backed up, Carlito quietly studied her. She was quite pretty in an unusual way. Not like all of the girls that Carlito had seen around Valkyrie lately. She had quite a unique face, first of all and she was also quite petite which wasn't too different from other girls. Then again, Carlito was quite tall so everyone looked short to him but there was quite a significant height difference between him and the girl currently standing in front of him. "You are so sweet!" Carlito ran a hand through his out-of-control hair and glanced at the ground briefly. Compliments really weren't his strong point. He was about to speak but one again the girl cut him off. "But if you tell my parents, I'm going to have to pound on you a little bit, okay?" Raising his hands up in defence, Carlito shook his head, causing his afro to move on it's own as well. "Don't worry, I'm not looking for trouble. Just making sure you don't end up doing something you regret." Yes, because we all know what happens when pretty girls get drunk at parties. Feeling rude suddenly, Carlito realised he hadn't yet introduced himself. "I'm Carlito Bagalayos by the way." Carlito's Filipino accent showed itself strongly as he spoke his name and he inwardly cursed it, hoping she was still able to understand him. It wasn't as heavy as it used to be but you could still tell he was definitely not a Valkyrie native. As if that wasn't obvious by his actions already.

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Timothy was quite willing to admit that he enjoyed these big fancy events. So it was a bit cliche, who didn't like a bit of cliche once in a while? Cliche was pretty much the last word anyone who knew Timothy Suresh would assosiate with him but everyone has their secret indulgances so fancy events and poetry were Timothy's. He loved everything about these events, from the girls in their short dresses all secretly getting drunk on champange, to the small but expensive and well cooked food, and yes, even the adults amused him. Sure, they were all pretty fake and put on a good show to make sure everyone knew how perfect they were but they were good conversationalists and good entertainment. Slightly drunk people always told amusing stories, and if they didn't, they tried to which was even more amusing. Another reason that Tim loved these events so much? They proved to Timothy that this town was the complete opposite to his hometown of Hinesville, Georgia.

The life Tim had back in Georgia was the life he hated. Here in Valkyrie, no one knew of his crummy family back in the south. Here, he could live in a nice big house with a family who actually cared about each other. He could walk down the street and not be reminded about his miserable high school experiences with bullies, didn't have to be reminded of his lack of wealth and basically he was able to start over. Sure, Tim had some good times in Hinesville but the fact that he was even poorer than his neighbours who were poor enough as it was, always loomed over Tim like a black cloud. The entire town, although they never spoke of it aloud, knew that something wasn't quite right in the Suresh home and they were damn right. First there was the agressive Harry Suresh whos alcohol problems weren't exactly a secret to the other adults and although his wife seemed to cope okay, his kids clearly didn't. Jackson was rarely seen in town as he grew older before moving out and far away. Tim had never coped well with his dad and that was putting it lightly. He'd been the target for most of his father's violence and was used to it by now although that wasn't something he should have put up with at all but he didn't have a choice as a young child. Thank god he'd finally snapped and moved up here. Here in Valkyrie, he didn't get the annoying pitying looks from all the knowing adults. This was his chance to start over and put his past offiically behind him. That was why Tim loved Valkyrie so much, and the events even more because these fancy, slightly over the top events showed Tim that his life was different now

"Well, of course, that is what we're here for isn't it? You better not have changed the plan on me Suresh" Tim chuckled as the fiery red-head next to him replied to his comment. This was exactly why he'd chosen to ask Mary to accompany him to this party. Besides the fact that she was hot, she also had a quick tongue and clearly wasn't one to just nod and laugh at his jokes mindlessly. She had a brain of her own and she was using it. Plus, she was quite entertaining to talk to. Holding one hand up in the air in defence briefly, Tim shook his head and spoke, "Course not. Although we don't really have parents here to disgrace, we can still get secretly drunk." With a wink towards Mary, he grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing-by waiter's try and handed one to Mary. After making his remark about Georgia, Timothy glanced at Mary as she responded. "Ah, too true there. We Southerners don't have the best reputation in America do we?" he asked jokingly, raising his champagne flute to his lips and taking a quick gulp, a smirk still sitting on his face. Yeah, being from the South wasn't the greatest thing to be proud of exactly. With all it's rasism with the slaves and weird stereotypes etc. Definitely not something to go around bragging about.

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STATUS; finished
WORD COUNT; 1,478
TAGS; carlito to cat / timothy to mary
TIME/PLACE;
CREDITS; format is mine. lyrics are from 'night to remember' - hsm3
OUTFIT; tim and carlito
NOTES; woo carlito! <3
and anna, how long are we planning on mary and tim staying before the shak party?

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[Peter Fischer]

PETER BOBBY,


SOMETHING THEY SAID
MAKES ME THINK THAT
I'M IN OVER MY HEAD
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So there he was waiting for the ever so gorgeous Daphne Hayes. I think it was safe to say it was no longer a charade. Maybe for the first month, month and a half but now they were more like four months and many of their dates hadn't even been in public or useful to the reasons they "got together" in the first place. He had not expected to like her as much as he had grown to. Mainly because most of the time, he was attracted instantly to people. Best example was probably Coco Lehoux with whom he went from subtle flirting to making out in a movie theater in less than a hour. Yeah he had of course seen she was attractive right away but lets face it, Daphne wasn't his usual type. He was a sucker for blondes. Now she, to him at least, she was one of the most attractive women around, as well as fun and although she knew how to play the game, she didn't. At least not the same extent some did, like himself and Ms. Lehoux for example. If there was one the Peter and Coco seemed to know how to do, it was fuck with each others heads in a series of twisted and mildly entertaining games. Over and over again. Peter glanced around nodding a few un-enthused hello's to people he knew as they passed. God he hated the pretensions of this upper-class world. And yet he seemed to think the wealthy were superior to the poor scum of the earth... hmm? Well, guess they were right. Everyone's a bit hypocritical. Besides, his condescension of the poor only came when they got on his nerves. Daphne hadn't ever been on his nerves.

"Peter!"

[/i] The tall, long legged boy turned around as he saw the previously mentioned brunette walking over him, looking stunning. He smiled as she neared him and ran her hand behind his neck, he leaned down, closing his eyes, kissing her back before she took his hand and began pulling towards the door. "Ok, let's go pretend my family is rich enough to donate to EPIC." He grinned and nodded, "Good plan, while we're at we can pretend that the majority of the money donated actually goes to the needy." he replied as they entered the large hall, beautifully decorated and if he hadn't been to multiple similar events in his life he may have been looking around in awe as some were, but probably not even then. Peter was never one to be too officially impressed by anything. But that was definitely a way to tell people's dates who weren't super rich from the ones who were rich or invited. The newbies looked in awe of the place, the old pros were all board and making polite chat or drinking or hitting on people half their ages. While they were still sort of near the entrance Peter stopped and turned to Daph, still holding her and. He looked over at her and gave her a confused look, "Wait, stop," He sighed, "We forgot to do a slow mo entrance." He said before gesturing at her and her dress, "and anyone who looks this good deserves one." could never just say someone's beautiful can you Peter?

Peter turned around as he heard a familiar set of soft steps approaching them. "Why Peter, dear." he heard the petite blonde speak. He turned and looked her over, no denying she was beautiful, as well as there was no way to ignore the coy and slightly triumphant smile playing on her lips. He nodded his greeting, "Coco," He glanced at Daphne by his side before looking at Coco again as she continued. "And Hayes. My, my, aren't you far from home. Trying to blend in. It's cute, really." Peter actually smiled the smallest smile at that. Not that he liked her poking fun at his girlfriend, but he knew Daphne was probably a bit too well adjusted to be hurt by a stab at her wealth. No, the small smile was more of a relief in the reassurance that the old Coco was still there. The last time he had really spoken to her was in the halls at school, telling her that what happened at the shooting hadn't really meant anything, and he was just comforting her. He doubted she was too disappointed, she was Coco Lehoux after all. But, neglecting what he told her, it had. The shooting had meant everything. He had seen her cry. He had seen a girl who was always in control lose it. He had been the one next to her, holding her hand and wiping a tear from her cheek, telling her everything was going to be alright. That had been Peter. Peter now knew what he always suspected, Coco Lehoux was not the heartless bitch people made her out to be. And Coco Lehoux, ladies and gentleman, was scared.

"Well, not an it, per say. More of a he. I believe you know him, dear."[/i] Peter listened patiently as Coco continued on and on. Where was she going with this? He wondered, where ever it was, it wasn't anywhere good. "Dean Stillings? Yes, yes, you must know him. You too, Screwdriver." Dean? Laura's semi-useless uncle? What did he have to do with anything. He glanced over at Daphne for a moment before turning back to Coco, "And your point P-Coco?" He asked, trying to get to the point. He was a little annoyed with himself though. He had very stupidly almost called her Pepples. Use a pet name for a girl you fooled around with in front of the girl you saw as your girlfriend? Yeah, not exactly a good plan. Peter wanted to roll his eyes as Coco continued, so she had slept with another guy, big shocker there. But it was the last part that caught his attention a bit. "you must remember the thrill, right Hayes?" Dean and Daphne had had a thing? He hadn't known that. He watched as Coco apologized and whispered in Daph's ear, he didn't need to to know the exact formation of the words to know what the tricky little blonde was saying. "Having a lovely evening, you two. I'll send your regards to Dean, Hayes." Peter watched Coco as she walked away with a slight swagger.

He was officially sick to his stomach of these game they were playing. But he would know fairly soon how she won this round. But the question was, would he even want to play in the next after this blow?

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format to Lainey and graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1128
LYRICS, "over my head" by lit
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, daphne and Coco
I SAY, yay drama
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[Tristan Silver]

THE SILVERS,

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[/color][/size]ristan Silver was irritated. That was the only single word she could use to describe her current state of being. Well, no. That wasn’t true. She could also use the words: bored, frustrated and pissed-off with her effortless sophistication. But, trust me when I say irritated was the most descriptive. She hated wasting time using words that painted some sort of illustration before your eyes. Uh, hello? The expression on her face should be a good enough image to get her point across. Why dive into the depths of your imagination to envision a lake at the base of a mountainside with angry storm clouds surrounding it? The poised elegance and slight frown should be enough. It wasn’t like she was attempting to sell a piece of literature here, people. All she wanted was for people to actually understand that she was irritated. Bored. Frustrated. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. That’s what she was. And she was doing it well. She had held the same elegant pose for the entire night, a polite little smile on her lips as she met eyes with a few of her neighbours. But, then again, what Valk-residing resident hadn’t become an expert at hiding their emotions? A world like this…it was all about appearances and privilege. The actual people living in this twisted bubble didn’t actually matter; only their amount of body fat and if they could afford a few new sports cars every season. But, surprisingly enough, that wasn’t coming close to the irritation flooding Tristan Silver’s veins.

Q[/color][/size]uite on the contrary, she hadn’t given it a second thought. More often than not, neighbours that were her classmates were angry at this world. This bubble. They were fed-up with having everything at their fingertips, and personalities not actually meaning something. They complained about bottle-blondes with boob jobs and too many shallow-as-hell partiers. Well, what did they expect? We all know, by simple instinct, that if you’re rich and beautiful, nothing else matters but the size of your home in the Hamptons and the cost of your wife’s breast augmentation. And these people were upset that this was all that matters? Suck it up, find your own little support group and stop complaining about it. Honestly. Okay, so maybe that was one of the reasons that Tristan was irritated. She had long learned to embrace the life she had been given, and rarely said anything about it. No one would listen, anyway. Grab a bottle of vodka and drink up, bud! Whatever. More, she was irritated at this entire scenario.

D[/color][/size]arren and Sarah Silver were one of the wealthiest couples living in Valkyrie, much like the other people circulating the room in couture and deadly high-heels. And, as such, they liked to show off such wealth. She heard endless lectures about how good their were to the needy, and how many charities would have flickered out long ago if they hadn’t written a cheque – one with plenty of zeros on the end. Blah blah blah. Did they actually think she cared? However, when holding such “cocktail affairs” for a favourite charity, they always went way over the top. There had been caterers and design staff in the estate ‘round the clock for the last two weeks, at least. She couldn’t even count the amount of purchasing they did to make their home look like it belonged on the cover of Architecture Weekly. The entire front entrance to their home had been retiled with top-of-the-line marble and slate, decorated sparsely with freakishly modern antique pieces. The wooden floors had been polished to perfection. Every sliver of fabric had been stripped away and replaced with wood, stone or leather; and then topped with an artefact that was more space-age than homey. Then they chose to drape the poorly paid wait staff is designer suits, instead of their own cheap uniforms, and supplied the most expensive everything money could buy? Honestly. This was to donate to a charity. But, standing there wordlessly, observing her peers, Tristan noticed how no one could seem to behave themselves. Her parents had put thousands and thousands into this stupid party, and the best they could do was drink champagne in the corners? It wasn’t like they didn’t notice. At least appreciate it, huh?

L[/color][/size]ack of appreciation was what irked the icy IT girl the most. She could count half a dozen scuff marks on their dark wooden floors, and puddles of spilt champagne that would, no doubt, call for another two days of polishing. She hated the smell of cleaning supplies. Choosing to merely roll her eyes as another trio of her classmates stumbled past her, all giggles and half-drunken horniness, Tristan crossed her slim arms across her midsection and continued to watch. See, she attended functions like these at least twice a week. Not her idea. Her parent’s were so eager to be outstanding citizens to society, she just had to go along for the ride. She used to love giving back, going to these things and listening to stuffy old men converse things she would never know about. It made her feel important, like a real contribution to Valkyrian society. Of course, all of that had changed at the end of her freshman year. Sophomore year had been blissfully silent in terms of socializing. She threw a fit everytime her mother gently asked her if she would please put on a pretty party dress and join them in the limousine with her younger brother. Got to stay home with reruns of The Valley. But, according to the top whoever in California, one can only dwell in self-pity for so long. As soon as her grade eleven year dawned, it was back to the lives of the rich and fabulous. It seemed with each passing charity function, the behaviour of a select few was getting more and more…is obvious a strong enough word? In the past fifteen minutes alone, Tristan had seen at least three people smuggling flasks of vodka into their innocent glasses of diet Coke. At least pretend like you’re following the rules. Honestly.

T[/color][/size]aking a few moments to step out of her glum stupor, her icy blue eyes flickering towards an elderly couple approaching her and Max with outstretched arms, Tristan quickly uncrossed her own arms and put her innocent little smile on her face. “My, Tristan, how you have grown! And into such a lovely young lady, too.” An irritatingly sugary voice slicing through her blissful silence, the gossip blogger quickly completed the air kisses and half-hug with the quickly greying woman. “Mrs. Stewart, how lovely that you two took the time to make it! My parents will be so pleased.” Putting her little-girl dimples to good use as she almost burst with fake-delight, she motioned across the large room to where her plastic parents were standing, playing Ken and Barbie. “Oh darling, how could Bill and I miss any of this? But this reminds me! I needed to speak to your mother about the majority of the donations. Please excuse us. I will have Robert call you later this week to arrange a dinner, it has been too long! Yeah, whatever. Continuing to smile at the departing backs of Bill and Susana Stewart, Tristan quickly muffled her amused smirk as she turned back around to where her confused cousin was standing. Sometimes, she thought it would have been easier to be raised like Max had been. Seriously now.

T[/color][/size]urning her eyes downward as another teenage girl – some freshman – waddled past her clumsily, spilling half her glass of champagne dangerously close to her designer heels, she rolled her eyes once more. Could this be anymore juvenile? When her mother had mentioned earlier that week about only the best receiving invitations, she had been foolish enough to actually believe her. Next you know, some Shak filth would filter past their staff and into the exquisite lobby area. No, too late. Daphne Hayes was already here – that, in combination of hot-and-cold Andromeda Wallace, was enough filth to last her a lifetime. Not that she could say anything. Crossing her arms again, Tristan raised her gaze and glanced behind her, to where Maxine Silver’s curious expression was staring at her. The girl had lived here for a number of weeks now, and she was still surprised at the crap that went on in Valkyrie? Give me a break. “She’s some business associate of the family. Practically stalked me a child” Lowering her accented voice at those words, Tristan turned her head straight again, continuing to observe the scene in front of her rather aloofly. It was surprising none of the parentals had picked up on this blatantly obvious use of drugs and alcohol. Couldn’t these insufferable people wait until they innocently crashed the Shak party that was happening this very moment? “Then is there any particular reason she looked at you like a sea slug before coming over here?” Arching her newly manicured eyebrow, Max averted her attention from one the servers to the back of her cousin’s head. “Because I’m standing with you. Now come on, I don’t want mommy dearest thinking I have nothing to do.” Carelessly tossing Max a wave of her hand, the Australian female delicately stepped around the nearest champagne spill and off into the crowd of couture and designer tuxedos. Well, faux-couture, if you counted the mass number of riffraff in the room.

T[/color][/size]hrowing her glossy hair behind her shoulder, slender hands smoothing down the side of her snugly fitting red dress, Tristan easily picked up a crystal glass holding a substantial amount of champagne before approaching her first target of the evening: blonde bombshell herself. “Why, Andromeda, you disappoint me. You had to rely on stalker boy for an invite. I overestimated you.” Trilling about innocently, a politely vicious smirk crawled over her tanned face. “Your company, of course, must have some sort of charity going on to be here with you all alone. What happened to those lovely friends of yours?” Sliding her blue eyes sideways to where Petros and Isaac were standing, raising her eyebrows in a semi-greeting, she smiled once more before sipping on some of her champagne gracefully. Greek goddesses who were competition as one of the hottest girls in Valkyrie put her in a bad mood, what can I say? She never really liked Andie, anyway. Drowning half of her remaining champagne, her French-manicured fingers enclosing the base of the glass securely, Tristan tilted her head to the side, clearly pondering on whom else to converse, or harass. Well, she had been complaining earlier about the lack of WASP-like behaviour in the room. Didn’t that include her at the same time?

E[/color][/size]vidently so. Just as her eyes began to sweep the nearly empty corners and hallways leading off of the main room, Max’s softly accented voice entered her eardrums and bounced off of them. Appearing from within the crowd, arms crossed loosely over the silky gleam of the amethyst fabric of her dress, she frowned at her cousin. Seriously. Hypocrite much? “Leave her alone, Tristan. Mess with people at the other party, will you?” A bite of annoyance in her otherwise harmless tone, Max arched an eyebrow at her. She had been firmly instructed to not leave Tristan’s side for the entire night – what if she embarrassed the family name? What family? One she didn’t want to be part of? And if that had to include moody insults, things were going to be even worse than they already were. Her feet were probably bleeding from the cruelty of these heels. Right on cue, Tristan Silver’s icy eyes slid from the Greeks in front of her to her Idaho native cousin. “Just trying to start a friendly conversation. So!” Smiling her innocent smile once more and clasping her hands together, Tristan grinned cheekily to the ones in front of her, balancing her nearly empty glass while doing so. Will I be seeing you lovely people at this Shak-only party that is going to be crashed? I should be a blast. Well, that’s one word for it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 2032 words.
CLOTHING,, max and tristan.
NOTES,, sooo…this post is REALLY random. Like, REALLY.
But I felt like doing a Silver event!post xD you guys tell me if I’m intruding on the hot-Greek-conversation.</3 seriously. Don’t hesitate, rofl.
CREDITS,,lyrics to the wreckers. format (parts to others xD) & graphics to me.

[Daphne Hayes]

DAPHNE ROSE,


CAN I LAY IN YOUR BED ALL DAY?
I'LL BE YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET
AND YOUR BIGGEST MISTAKE
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Whenever she came to events like these, yeah, she did have that feeling a being completely out of place. Like that dude from The Valley who were taken in by rich people. Tonight, she had that feeling, but it didn't linger along like it usually did. Maybe it was because Daphne knew everyone else knew she wasn't from up here and it was much easier. More than half of being in high school she completely lost herself. She had no idea who she was, the identity of Daphne Hayes was completely lost in the Daphne Hayes she wanted to be. Now, she finally felt like she was becoming her own person. Her friends were remaining the same, but now, she was just... herself. It felt great. She was comfortable, happy, carefree, strong, the list could seriously go on forever. With her self-confidence back up, she really could not care less what other's opinions about her was. She was happy, for once.

Some waiter came over as Peter and her entered the party. He was holding a tray with champagne on it. That was uh, kinda illegal, was it not? Daphne shook her head and gave the waiter a confused 'what are you doing?' look. The waiter moved on without a word when Peter said, "We forgot to do a slow mo entrance and anyone who looks this good deserves one." She looked down and smiled, saying 'thanks.' then turned and looked back at him, "Ooo right. Where everyone turns to see the hottest couple arriving at the party finally." Like in the movies, like they were the ones everyone was looking forward to seeing tonight. The parents, well not so much. Maybe some of the other kids forced to come thought of this. Daphne and Peter were one of the odd couples in the Academy. How they got together was a complete mystery to people, which the two wanted to remain it that way. She turned so she was standing in front of him and brushed some imaginary dust off his shoulder. "You look really good too." She smiled again, biting on her lower lip as she continued to look at him. "You know, I think we are-"

"Why Peter, dear." 'Kind of good together.' Daphne was about to finish when the voice of Coco Lehoux entered their private conversation. Daphne sighed and turned around to stand next to Peter, facing the blonde. "And Hayes. My, my, aren't you far from home. Trying to blend in. It's cute, really." Daphne mocked a smile and shook her head. "A poor joke. How original, Coco," she stated bluntly and rolled her eyes. Right off the shoulder. Of all people, Coco making fun of her wealth [or really, lack thereof] bothered her the least. However, Coco knew how to ruin a moment, a night, even the rest of the week. The mention of Dean's name, caught Daphne by surprise and when the blonde started giving Daphne and Peter the details of her sexcapades, Daphne probably had a really confused look on her face. Dean and Coco? That was... well, it sickened the brunette that she could actually see that. She felt a bit sick to her stomach as the jealousy rose inside her. Daphne looked at Coco and yeah, she was jealous of all the attention she got from guys. Amanda too. Why was it all the guys Daphne dated seemed to move on to bigger and better things... was she that boring? And even now, she really did like Peter, he grew on her, but she knew he still wanted Coco. Their fake relationship was based on Coco herself.

It was a tad awkward to be around this. Daphne, Coco, Peter, physically and the so-called 'ghost' of Dean lingering around the three. "You must remember the thrill, right Hayes?" Daphne's face was unchanging when Coco asked her. Though she would have liked to say 'right' she knew she could not. One, because Peter, her boyfriend, was standing next to her and she doubted he would like to hear her previous encounters. And two, because it would have been a flat-out lie since she never slept with Dean. She was friends with Dean, ever since the new years eve party when he comforted her when people were talking shit about her and what happened with Jason. Daphne really liked him. But it wasn't at the right time since soon she was in this fake relationship with Peter and Dean knew she was dating someone. Just, didn't work out. Then, Coco took a step towards her and whispered "Hot." into her ear. The overwhelming smell of vodka was all Daphne could smell. Daphne kept a composed stance in front of the blonde even if she still had hot jealousy burning inside her. She blinked a couple times and managed to give Coco a rather sweet smile. "I'm glad you've been keeping yourself busy."

Coco bided her goodbyes and was gone. Just like that. How come a five minute conversation could change everything? A few seconds passed and she was still staring at the space that once stood Coco. If it was even a week earlier she might have laughed, looked up at Peter and said what a good job they were doing. Instead, Daphne took a half step away from him as she pulled up on the front of her dress. How could she be angry, jealous, guilty, near-tears, and shy all at the same time? She'd been playing a game for three months and seeing as she was never going to win, she wanted to quit. She breathed in quickly and let out. She almost forgot she was at this high class event with people two, three, maybe even four times her age. Such a weird environment to make her revelations. Daphne finally turned and looked at Peter. "I-I can't. This. Anymore." Speaking in fragments. Way to go. She shook her head. "Sorry. I mean... Actually I don't know what I mean." he had to know where she was going with this. She was frustrated and she scratched her head. The room was crowded and this could have been a conversation that needed privacy, but she felt it was just them and no one else was in it. "Ok. I see it now. It'll always be Coco for you and I get that. You wanted to make her jealous, and she is now. So I don't see anymore why we're together..." But she knew why. It was because Peter and Daphne, as dysfunctional as they were, they did like each other. But just not enough.

"I want to be someone's Coco, someone's Amanda, someone's Brianna," she explained giving Peter a pained smile as she explained past relationships which somehow she was involved in love triangles as the other girl. "I've just always been that girl. The girl that somehow finds herself in the middle of someone else's relationship that she just doesn't understand until she gets hurt. Or... about to get hurt." She didn't know how he was taking this in. She reached for his hand, not knowing if he'd even want her to touch him after what she was saying. "I just want someone to want me as mucha s you want Coco." She looked down, furrowing her eyebrows as she concentrated on her red pumps, looking rather small. She chuckled and scoffed a bit, lifting her head back at Peter. "If it's any constellation, as fake as this relationship started, you were the most honest relationship I've ever been in. But, I think this is where we should... break up."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
WORD COUNT, 1301
LYRICS, 'nobody puts baby in the corner' - fall out boy
CLOTHES, hurr
TAGGED, coco and peter
I SAY, sad, sad.
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[Bailey Mitchell]

THE MITCHELLS ,

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TODAY I STOOD AND WALKED AWAY I'M NEVER
COMING BACK THIS WAY.
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Adrian stood, waiting patiently for the familiar blonde to make her appearance. Yes, Adrian hadn’t been his self lately but after the shooting who was the same, you’d be fooling yourself if you were acting like everything was fine and dandy but to Adrian that’s what everyone here appeared to be doing. Stuffing his hands lazily into the pockets of his suit pants, Adrian eyed the arriving guests his usual goofy grin replaced with a blank stare and little emotion. He averted his stare when he saw the Lehoux family arrive, minus one. It had been painful enough losing his sister, but his best friend all in the same day he couldn’t think of two people less deserving of that fate. Glancing awkwardly at his feet he let out a sigh and ran a hand through his unkempt hair, normally a scruffy looking individual ever since the accident the teenage stoner had become scruffier and had a personality change that could only really be described as social withdrawal. Besides his girlfriend and his family, Adrian rarely spoke to anyone else, skipped school and didn't surf. He couldn't bring himself to go down to the beach, the JARP van was another stupid reminder of what will never be again. Fuck, he was turning into a melodramatic depressed fucker but could you really blame him? At least he wasn't dressing in all black and writing terrible poetry.

Looking up when someone approached him he was met with the caring smile of Jordin Ames. He didn’t say anything, just returned the smile and the hug she gave him. She didn’t speak and neither did he and for a few moments he just let his arms wrap around her breathing in the familiar scent of her hair and perfume. He had grown so accustom to spending time around her, it had been hard enough for the two of them to finally get together. Everything and everyone seemed to get in their way, first Joey Adams, then Jordin’s crush on Adrian’s best friend Parker and then finally Adrian’ own stupidity. He’d never been good at handling complicated situations, saying how he felt guys just weren’t meant to be ‘emotional’ or at least that’s how he was raised to think. But he cared about her a lot, more then anyone at this stage in his life although you’d find it hard to pick with the way he had been acting lately, he had been distant not in the physical sense but mentally when he spoke his answers were always vague and when he spoke on his own accord, it was rare and usually it was only to see how others around him were coping.

Breaking away from the hug, Adrian glanced from Jordin to his feet, and then repeated the action a few times. He really was trying to act normal, not for his sake but for Jordin’s but everything lately with Adrian had seemed so forced, and it’s not like he didn’t care for her because truly he did it was just making the effort with his life at the moment that just wasn’t working for him. ”So uh, do you want to head inside then?” He held out his arm in an awkward gentlemanly manner, waiting for her to take it so they could enter the Silver’s overly expensive mansion for a night of forced frivolity and pleasantries. You’ll be just fine and dandy Adrian Mitchell, just fine.

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Bailey sat at the table, a determined avoiding look on her face as Anne Levesque breezed past her. Like her brother, she’d not only lost her sister but a best friend in a matter of a few days but of course the Anne Levesque was still living, breathing and refusing to acknowledge the very existence of Bailey. It was a double blow that hurt like hell, but Bailey refused to let on that the departure of Anne is her life mattered, when it had…a lot. The months that Anne was in a coma Bailey had missed the phone calls, the text messages, the Starbucks trips with the trio turned quad. The doctors had assured Bailey when she went ranting and screaming to them that Anne would remember her eventually, but that word eventually had pissed Bailey off even more she didn’t want an eventually she wanted now, she wanted her best friend back now. Everything was falling apart for Bailey on the inside, but she would keep it all together on the outside after all in Valkyrie it was only appearances that really mattered. Oh dear god, fucking ew Jason Levesque.

Looking at the new occupant at her table, Bailey scrunched her nose in distaste. Really, if she had the chance to never, ever speak to the ex jail occupant plus amateur rapist in front of her oh boy would she take it. While most of the female population that resided in this sunny Californian town thought Jason was some unobtainable godly being, well Bailey just though he was a chauvinist ass who got lucky by bagging Brianna Malinda - honestly Bailey thought the blonde was missing something in her head to really be that into someone like Jason, she could in all honesty do a million times better - he was a lucky son of a bitch, that was for sure. "I must be special if I warrant unwanted attention from you Jason." Bailey raised a brow standing from the table, letting out a relieved sigh when Jason hastily stood from the table and moved away to harass the Barbie doll that was formerly Nikki Malinda. God, what did that poor girl do wrong to warrant such a horrific make over?

Moving through the party Bailey grabbed a flute of champagne and headed towards Shay Anderson and holy hell was that Nina Suresh? Well she certainly didn’t muck around with reinventing herself; the two had gone out together the other night when Bailey had dragged the moping girl out. Bailey had been visiting Timothy Suresh, Nina’s surly and brooding jerk of a cousin when Nina had came into the kitchen looking worse for wear, she’d mentioned something to Bailey about a boy called Logan Connelly, Bailey had answered her with a ‘Who the hell is Logan?’ and then that became Bailey’s mission statement by the end of the night Nina Suresh would be saying ‘Who the hell is Logan?’ see Bailey did do good deeds. ”Hey ladies.” Bailey interrupted the two, shoving past a waiter to get to her two friends. ”Well Nina, don’t you scrub up nicely. You look smoking.” raising her champagne flute in approval, Bailey spotted a familiar brunette boy a few meters away from the three of them, ”Oh shit, he’s here.” Staring intently at her Christian Louboutin clad feet, Bailey prayed that he would go annoy anyone but her.

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Jules Mathias Mitchell paused briefly at the entrance of the Silvers mansion home, well if you’d actually call the place filled with too expensive furniture and art pieces a home that was really up for debate. Flicking his half smoked cigarette into a vase of flowers decorating the place he strolled inside, scanning around for a familiar face, well one familiar face is particular. Jules had arrived back from Europe a few days before his step sisters funeral, he had been shocked and a little disturbed to here about Jenny’s death but upset was an emotion Jules rarely portrayed besides he’d only met his step sister twice and that was at the wedding of his father and Diana Mitchell, and again at the airport when they sent him back to boarding school in France – which he had been expelled from two months earlier. Arriving back on the sunny shores of Valkyrie where he had spent a lot of his childhood he had taken to tormenting his other, living step sister. She bit back, unlike the slow brained brother of hers and one thing that Jules thrived on was the reaction of others. Walking past the doormen, Jules was stopped by a timid looking chap, raising a curious brow at the doormen Jules merely smirked when he asked him his name ”My name, of course. Benjamin Franklin.” Jules shrugged, slipping a one hundred dollar bill in the hand of the timid doormen moving past him and into the party.

His father had told Jules very clearly that his name wouldn't be on the exclusive list, of course his father hadn't told anyone his troubled son was back in town yet. He'd found out that Jules had been backpacking around Europe and spending all of his fathers hard earned money for the past few months instead of being at the boarding school, you know they one he had been expelled from. Declining the champagne that was offered to him as he entered the party, Jules continued looking around for Bailey he spotted his father and step mother, Caleb had taken to watching Diana like a hawk since the sudden death of her youngest child and Jules didn't blame him the woman was in such a fragile state of mind, breaking down regularly at the mansion popping anti-depressants like their was no tomorrow. No wonder her children were so fucked up. Speaking of fucked up, there she was and oh bless, she had already noticed his arrival and was doing a pathetic attempt at ignoring his existence. Manoeuvring through the crowd Jules came to a stop beside Bailey, draping an arm around her shoulders ”Well now sis, don’t look too excited to see me.” Letting out a short laugh as Bailey looked up at him narrowing her eyes viciously, Jules shook his head and tutted his arm dropping back to his side as she jerked away. ”Jules is the name, by the way because she sure as hell isn’t going to introduce me.” Jules gestured with a nod at his head towards Bailey, his eyes however never leaving the two girls in front of him in particular the petite brunette who looked a little out of place in that tiny little dress.

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STATUS, complete
WORD COUNT, 1747
LYRICS , does it offend you, yeah? - dawn of the dead
CLOTHES , jules, adrian & bailey
TAGGED , to asia, georgie and anna <333
NOTES , NULES <3333
CREDIT , graphics by tessa (me), format inspired by everyone

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