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[La LeClamour]

In a world of socialites and six dollar coffee, how is a human being to survive? Certainly not alone, that's for sure. Friends (and family) are a staple of life and a level of the hierarchy of needs, needed for a sense of belongingness to the world, and where better to find your friends than where you live? In East Avalon, there are fourteen tenants who share nearly aspect of their lives (due to social encumbrance among other, sometimes legal, matters) together.

But really, who else are you to lean on when you're falsely accused of child molestation, only to find that it's actually your neighbor, your roommate wouldn't function properly unless his butler where there to keep an eye on him, you have only just found that you are the father of an illegitimate child that your ex girlfriend claims she can no longer support, or when the burden of godchildren from a mutual best friend that your employer shares are being thrust into your not-so-able hands?

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[La LeClamour]

My name is Marina Daniela Florez but Rina usually works just fine.
I am 22 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am usually the voice of reason, and the head on my shoulders is screwed on pretty straight - unless it comes to Cleodonis, where all reason leaves my being for whatever reason.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters Growing up in a small tight knit family my parents wanted for me to be a classical pianist, following in my mother's footsteps. At first I was all for it, but when competition after competition seemed to rule not only my life but my parents love for me, I mad the concious decision to give it up, my parents at first were furious that their gifted daughter would be giving this all up but finally their eyes were opened and they never pushed me again; though when I started to get involved with club performances my parents started in again with pushing me, but quickly relented as I threatened to drop it all. When I finally created a name for myself it was as if I had been playing this music all my life, it was a perfect fit for my style and my love of music, as if I were meant to do this for the rest of my life.
Now I'm a dancer and musical entertainer in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Mina and Tanya.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I hate having things shoved in my face last minute and, most of the time, Cleodonis.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Anime_Girl_4216 have their input.



My name is Tatanya Vitolia Fabian but Tanya or Violausually works just fine.
I am 23 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am very grounded in my standards and my beliefs, I can be a very..... persuasive when I want to be, and that only happens when there is either something that I want, or I am in MAJOR trouble. All in all I am a nice person, and more than willing to help others. But, you double cross me....Be prepared for major repercussions.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters . . . my family all but disappeared, I live, well, lived with my older sister for some time before I started to attend school but 'extenuating circumstances' with their lifestyles caused them to disappear from town...and from my life. I was able to ascertain a job by lying about my age and working as a waitress. I moved away soon and now live with a couple of friends in the middle of some giant building surrounded by some of the most insane people on the face of the Earth. About three years ago I was contacted by my fraternal grandparents, they had somehow tracked down my address, how, I still have no clue; but they have taken me 'under their wings' and graciously agreed to help in any aspect of my life that I need assistance in (financially).
Now I'm a barmaid in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Mina and Rina.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I am almost constantly at odds with Arathorn.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Anime_Girl_4216 have their input.



My name is Daniela Adanessa but Daniela or Nessausually works just fine.
I am 24 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as My true personality is more laid back and at ease than the work facade that I wear. Whenever I am on duty I’m cool almost cold a times, but articulate and focus driven on my duties, though most think I’m partly insane since she is found with stacks of papers, schedules and Kyrekk‘s need-to-be-ironed socks and underwear lying around; a very bad habit of mine is to talk to not only myself but also the information I look at, if something isn't working out correctly or just seems off I have a tendency of blowing up at the computer/papers/schedule, which as most sane people would be able to calmly state wouldn't be able to actually answer me since it is...an inanimate object. Once off duty or in the company of those close to me I’m is able to 'let loose' if that is they term you wish to use; easy going and more 'coherent' in my speech than when I’m on duty since I’m actually talking to a person not a map. All in all a very likable person, but, if you feed me wrong information or purposely try to throw me off...then you are in for it, I have no problem flying off the handle in the blink of an eye.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters my first and foremost love as a child was to order things, organizing bookshelves and filing in my father‘s library. Even my dolls sat in an alphabetized and color coded line on their shelf - something that always irked my mother, for some reason. I graduated with honors at school and have juggled a couple of secretary jobs since moving to New York - but after quitting my last one two years ago, I‘ve come to work for Kyrekk, which is a refreshing change of pace from anything else I‘ve done because it occupies my time and actually gives me something to do.
Now I'm a club manager/full time babysitter for my boss in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Brooklyn.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I can‘t stand pessimists or idiots.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Anime_Girl_4216 have their input.



My name is Cleodonis Demosthenes Alexander but Cleo usually works just fine.
I am 23 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I have a go-getter type personality. There is nothing that is not within my reach simply because I say so. If you reach for the stars one day you'll be able to grab one - though I admit that day may be still far-off. I am highly animated and my mother often calls me "flamboyant" but I personally think the more proper term is "easily excitable". I have a bit of a short attention span and my mind will tend to wander . . . But I always find my way back on track. I love attention as I'm sure you can imagine but I'm by no means the center of it. Well, not too often . . . I'm usually upset when I don't get my way and my mother says I throw "tantrums" but I think that's an exaggeration of my behavior . . ..
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I can't say I have much to complain about - nice parents. Nice little brother, though I think his door swings to the left . . . Yes, his hinges are indeed very broken. Dunno what happened there with a role model like me . . . Not to sound self-centered or anything! Well, maybe just a bit . . . But everyone's got to have a bit of ego, don't they? Yes. They do. Don't try to fool yourself otherwise.

My mother plays the cello for the local symphony and is an amazing ballroom dancer. My father is the Band Director at my old High School. I am musically inclinced simply by birth and it makes me so very happy! My younger brother (He is still a sophomore in high school.) and I were taught to read notes before we learned our letters and are both rather talented musicians. I can pick a mandolin like nobody's business, as well as a cello, bass (guitar), standard guitar, harp, flute and trumpet. I can't play any sort of percussion to save my life and my knowledge of the piano goes out to an out of tune rendition of "Mary Had A Little Lamb" and maybe some "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I'm just old school like that.

My dreams of becoming a fabulous rock star, however, were brutally crushed, since it appears that the world is not yet ready for the return of glam rock and serious music. But that's okay, I'm surviving (very well) with my little boutique.
Now I'm a small business owner in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Nelle and Rose.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I can play multiple stringed and woodwind instruments (and have them stockpiles in our apartment), hate horror movies and have a Golden Retriever named Rolex.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.

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[La LeClamour]

My name is Leanelle Rio Mae Viara Brookes but Rio or Nelle usually works just fine.
I am 21 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I think I'm a moderately outgoing person. I go between groups and know generally everyone at least by name. I don't have too many people I genuinely like, though, and save my spare time for my closer friends. I have a strong set of morals I believe in and will back up at just about any cost, and have been told I am extremely stubborn. This may be true - I love arguments and flat out refuse to lose in one.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I come from a rather large family - all of whom live together. My parents, maternal grandparents, three siblings (I'm the oldest), and my mother's older sister - my aunt. I - though I never overly applied myself to my studies - am an intelligent person, since I attended college on scholarship more than anything. I really can't afford to be stupid - but after recently graduating with my degrees in journalism and art, I am currently floundering around and running between jobs.
Now I'm a jack of all trades of sorts in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Cleo and Rose.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I love to read, draw, paint, color - anything creative, really - and watch scary movies, especially the old classics. And I get things done as quickly and efficiently as possible.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.



My name is Arathorn Mikkel Scandenous but Thorn usually works just fine.
I am 24 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am extremely temperamental, high-strung, moody, explosive, difficult, any synonym you can think of for 'jackass' is what you can associate me with. I am logical and calculative and think things through carefully before taking action - unless, of course, am irate at the moment of decision-making, and at that time I may do something a bit out of the ordinary and act on impulse. All this talk about my temper though may have you thinking I am completely heartless . . . This is not entirely true. I hold a special place in my metal-made heart for my friends - the few that I care to have - and am not devoid of showing affection, though I guarantee you it is not to just anyone.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I'm afraid to say that I don't have an incredibly interesting home life. I am the only child - and heir - to my family's fortune, and was next in line for my father's well-established marketing company so, whenever he passed away not very long ago, it fell right into my highly capable hands. My mother is an accomplished interior designer and a shopoholic - and can't seem to stop at merely buying things for herself, so she insists upon dressing me up like a doll as well. So you will probably see me in something designer, though I couldn't tell you a thing about where the rag of cloth came from. I wear the ridiculously fashionable ensembles only because I love my mother dearly and she would be devastated if I were to tell her I don't like the clothes - so I choose to remain passive about the subject. My mama lives nearby in her own apartment and comes to visit - or has me visit her - quite frequently, usually for her horrible matchmaking attempts. There really is no sense in trying to escape, though.
Now I'm a person who buys things and sells them for ridiculously expensive amounts in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Devarion.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I hate shopping for myself but love when people buy things for me - unless I‘m shopping on the Internet - that is something that is truly addicting.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.



My name is Devarion Maurice Williams but Dev usually works just fine.
I am 23 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am usually quiet and thoughtful - I don't often speak meaninglessly or choose to take part in frivolous nothingness conversation. Not to say I don't enjoy meaningful conversation, but it just doesn't often happen . . . On the rare occasion that you do get my talking though, I'll never shut up, so beware. I prefer to gather information before forming opinions - which is why I'm usually quiet, and once I have made up my mind it is impossible to change.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I am a b*****d child, born of an illegitimate father that wants nothing to do with my mother. Not that we care, we lived fine on our own when I was a kid. My mother is a newspaper editor, and I did my best to make her happy with grades and extracurriculars and such. We lived in a small apartment on the upper end of town that technically belonged to her parents - it was a birthday present to her when she graduated college. Money wasn't a problem, but my maternal grandparents are, put gently, filthy rich. Anyhow, we lived a quiet life that revolved - and still does revolve - around one another, my studying and participating in the school functions and community service and being her golden boy while she works and made as much time for me as humanly possible. We're a close-knit pair and I'm not quite sure what we'd do without one another. I have since moved out but am now a columnist for the newspaper that she still edits.
Now I'm a columnist in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Arathorn.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I love animals and have more than once brought home or let in stray cats - much to Arathorn‘s horror.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.



My name is Kyrekk Lyrical Van Iccillai but Kyrekk usually works just fine.
I am 27 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am not, by any means, much of a gentleman. I am though, a great and loyal friend who would jump off of the side of a scyscraper for someone I care about - though I wouldn't tell them that. I’m lively and enjoy life to the fullest, but I would rather be in the middle of the action than handing out orders (which is why I have Daniela working for me and I just own my business). That's just too much to bother with. I do what I want to do when I want to do it and there isn‘t much anyone can do to stop me..
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters my parents died, tragically enough, when I was just a kid. It was an explosive car crash - but I was too young to really miss them, only about three, so I was sent to live with my mother‘s sister‘s family including my cousin, Lorcan, who‘s been my lifelong friend since we were potty training together. Lorcan‘s just mellow enough to balance me out so I think it‘s a good match. Nothing like family to hold you together.
Now I'm a nightclub owner in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Lorcan.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I am a notorious womanizer and love to drink - and I can‘t stand people who can‘t make up their mind. I‘m also a very talented dancer.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.



My name is Lorcan Richard Tempestas but Lorcan usually works just fine.
I am 26 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I am incredibly loyal, and a most genteel person by nature. But there are always the times when you can yank my chain the wrong way and it is highly possible that the chain will snap. I’m prone to speak in riddles and can lapse into absent thoughts that I confines to myself, and more often than not, can be found mumbling to no one in particular. I am thoughtful, and think things through in most cases - unless I’m thrown into a rage, where in that case, I can become quite a bit more unpredictable and violent.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I grew up with my mother, six sisters, a constantly traveling father and, since the age of two, my cousin, Kyrekk, who was accepted into the family with open arms. There was nothing terribly tragic about my home life other than the fac that Kyrekk and I were vastly outnumbered by the female species and he swears that it has taken permanent effects on our brains.
Now I'm a business partner of my cousin and entertainment employer in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Kyrekk.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I am immensely patient and love cats. And I like to dance (I used to be an instructor!).
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let clamor_vociferatio_mimus have their input.

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[La LeClamour]

My name is Jareth Cross but just Cross, perhaps J or Jareth usually works just fine.
I am 23 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as My courtly training as a child left me with a charming, respectful, dignified, and suave sense of noble etiquette, which I attempt to employ at nearly all times, masking true emotions with the faintest of smiles. However, I must say, I have a darker, more mischievous side, and the undertones—though kept in check—are always there, being either sinister, or toying and playful. I’m quite friendly to everyone alike, and I can be very, very manipulative, though you wouldn’t even know it. There is always more than meets the eye, my dawling….
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I was born as the second son into a rather privileged family of more than reasonable wealth. As such, I was treated to all the fineries a young boy could desire—education, some music, horseback riding, and all the manners and specific etiquette for every possible situation including swordsmanship—but there was never any love in this. Love was for the first-born, and I saw my parents and all the others fawning over my elder brother, who was the man who would carry the oh-so-sacred noble bloodline. There was also false-love, I noted, which was given to my younger sisters… but I knew—oh, I knew—these girls were nothing more than bartering chips for the family so that they could make their damned political ties through marriages that were all too similar to slavery. From this, my ambition blossomed and I realized I could rebel - within the boundaries of my own social status and high ties with society I was more than just well off and had every bit of potential to escape my family, and that’s exactly what I did.
Now I'm a Publisher in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Rhyan and my butler, Alphonso Michelle Jeeves.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m pretty good at writing, rhetoric, the combat arts—fencing in particular, gymnastics, playing violin, riding horses, and various mischievous stealthy things.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Fantasmasque have their input.



My name is Rhyan S. Light but Rhyan usually works just fine.
I am 22 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I like to keep quiet most of the time, and I try to give away as little information about myself as possible, even though my life itself is rather uninteresting, and I do my best to hide my emotions. I’d do anything to help those who have helped me in the past, and usually, for those few people I trust, I open up greatly, becoming extraordinarily friendly and regaling them with all the different tales I’ve picked up here and there.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters my parents died. I was left with my grandparents, who loved me dearly, and I loved them in return, and I suppose it wasn’t that bad of a life at all, aside from missing my mom and dad, but they had died when I was so young… so I hardly remember them. There’s just a sort of emptiness at times. Perhaps it would be more correct to say my real issues began when my grandparents died. That was just a few years ago, and now I find myself more or less alone. I work to take care of myself, doing odds and ends wherever they are needed. Thankfully I have a few friends and my church, so I’ll lean on them when I need the extra hand. When I started going to the school, I was more-or-less adopted by an upperclassman who seemed as lonely as I was, but for different circumstances—that was Jareth Cross.
Now I'm an Accountant in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Jareth and his butler.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m pretty good at debating, listening, gathering and piecing together information, telling stories, cooking, archery, and the martial arts.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Fantasmasque have their input.



My name is Jessamine Kinsey Leland but Jess or Mina usually works just fine.
I am 21 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as I tend to come off as pretty shy. I really don’t like to talk much, at least not with people I don’t know well. However I’ve learned that when something is really important to me, I better speak up. I very rarely raise my voice, but it does happen. Mostly if someone’s upset one of my friends. After all, my friends are basically all I have. I would certainly do anything for them. Although... normally the most I can do is just sit and listen when they are upset.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters My father died. He died the summer before I was to start at an elite private school. My mother died fourteen years ago, so my father raised me basically by himself. He was a famous chef, so it was really easy for him to get a job. We never had to worry about money, not that we were rich or anything. When I told him I wanted to go to Thornfield he got in contact with one of his old friends who owns a restaurant near the Academy. His friend agreed to give him the job as head cook. It was on our way there that it happened. It’s still a bit of a blur. We were crossing an old bridge. I stopped to take a look at the river below. I think he must have leaned up against the old rail. He must have, since the rail snapped, and the next thing I knew he had fallen in. Hi hit his head on a rock at the bottom... it wasn't a very deep river...
Father’s old friend decided to let me live with him anyway. My father taught me how to cook, so he told me as long as I worked in the kitchen as an assistant to the cooks, He’d have a place for me to stay. I ended up going to Thornfeild Academy after that, only because father had gone so out of his way to get me there......
Now I'm a chef in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Tanya and Rina.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m pretty good at cooking, sewing, knitting and all that household stuff.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Opal Goddess Hialera have their input.



My name is Rosalie Cheri Perdu but Rose or Cheri usually works just fine.
I am 22 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as Smart, nice, quiet (don’t talk to you unless spoken to first with the exception of being comfortable around the person), shy, patient, reserved, helpful.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters my home life wasn‘t all that interesting. I lived with my mom and our cat, befriended Nelle at a young age and went to college with her after we graduated high school. I now keep in touch with my mother and go to visit on special occasions.
Now I'm a bookstore owner in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Cleo and Nelle.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m pretty good at writing, playing the piano, remembering things, and being a match-maker.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Kiorae Mai have their input.

My name is Brooklyn Jaida Woodley but Brook or Jade usually works just fine.
I am 23 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as Generally pretty down to earth and practical. However I can be quite touchy on certain subjects... like the fact that my eyes aren’t the same color. It’s best not to get on my nerves, as I’m likely to jump down your throat and rip it out without warning. I’m always looking for an immediate solution, living mostly in the here and now... which tends to get me in trouble at times. I also have a very keen sense of justice. It’s best you don’t start beating up the geek when I’m about.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters my family traveled a lot. My father owned a small business that was very successful. On one of our trips to another country my father and twin sister were murdered... for the stupidest reason one could imagine. Someone thought that having two differently colored eyes was a curse of some sort. My twins eyes were more noticeably different than mine, and she had been sick that day, so father stayed with her in the hotel room while me and mother went out.
Me and mother eventually made it back to America, and she lasted until I turned fourteen... or seven years. She committed suicide out of grief, but before she did that she sold my father’s company so I would have the money for when I went off to start my own life. I was shuffled between relatives until I graduated at nineteen, when I went off to college in Canada.
Now I'm an Assistant Highschool Librarian and a small time Actress in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Daniela.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I used to take singing lessons, but since my mother committed suicide I haven’t been able to sing.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Opal Goddess Hialera have their input.

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[La LeClamour]

My name is Alphonso Michelle Jeeves but Jeeves and sometimes … Fonsi or Lurch usually works just fine.
I am 20 years old and I hope you can tell I'm male.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as more often than not, simply lurking in the background. I am the butler, after all. Leanelle mutters that I‘m “creepy“ but Master Jareth doesn‘t seem to have a problem with me - I certainly hope not, as he is my employer, though I rather feel like a babysitter at times. I do speak though, and share my opinion openly and honestly when asked - and when I talk many people say I have a sardonic tone - which I cannot deny. Thankfully Masters Jareth and Rhyan value my humor.
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I grew up in England with my parents and a younger sister. My father was a butler and my mother was a cook and it isn‘t any wonder that I‘m a butler as well. I rather like my profession and take comfort in knowing I am able to care for people - though I would advise you not to ever let them know that. I moved to America to follow up Master Jareth, as we had lived in his family‘s household before he came of age and he was always rather better company than the rest of his family..
Now I'm a butler in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Masters Jareth and Rhyan.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m rather good at cooking, cleaning, have very neat handwriting and have a remarkable memory.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Everyone have their input.

My name is Victoria Jadice Florez but Tori, Jada, Vicky usually works just fine.
I am 17 years old and I hope you can tell I'm female.
I might rub you the wrong way, but I'd describe myself as Spunky and more extroverted that I probably should be. I love a good party, but one that does require the police to come and break everything up. .
My life is an open book that's being written, but in the earlier chapters I grew up the younger sister to the pianist prodigy Marina Florez but I never had any ill will towards her...in any case I had it a heck of a lot easier since my mom was always focusing her 'attitude' toward Rina instead of me, though I was normally the one who would save Rina and have her take me to the park or out for ice cream. As I grew older I found a keen interest in music, not in the same way that Rina had but more an appreciation for the art, and then a collection that takes up the majority of my room. With that collection I started to hire myself out to DJ at parties, finally hooking up with the same company that Danica used to work for before she went off and married Zane... Now I work part-time since I'm still just seventeen.... Ugh sometimes it really sucks to look so much younger since people don't really realize just how OLD I actually am, thank goodness for hairstyles and makeup!.
Now I'm a Dancer and DJ in New York City, where we're bunched into apartments, so predictably, I'm stuck with Demi.
When I look in the mirror it's something like this, and if you care to know I‘m a music nut....my collection is probably larger than one person really ever needs but since I'm a DJ it's understandable....sort of... OH I also love to get into everyone's business, though being an younger sibling I know how to go about it without really ever being noticed.... Oh dear, don't get Demi and I started on our older siblings and their friends we could go on for HOURS.
I like to think I'm responsible for my actions, but every now and then I'll let Anime_Girl_4216 & Clamor_Vociferatio_Mimus have their input.

Damien Marshall Montesque; Age 13,
Krykette Lyline Montesque; Age 8,
Kennsington Markus Montesque; Age 4,
Delphine Neveah Montesque; 9 Months:
The left behind children of Olive and David Montesque, valued friends of Kyrekk, Daniela, Cleo, Leanelle, Rose and quite a few others within the building. After dying in a car crash their four children were willed to Kyrekk and Daniela as the legal guardians.

Mochelle Khloe Alexander; Age 4 (and a half):
The very illegitimate child between Cleodonis Alexander and Mariah Winchester who was only just turned over to Cleo's custody several months ago.

Rene Etienne; Age 22:
A French artist whom, quite a few people share the same opinion, needs to go back to France.

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[La LeClamour]

Today is ...

Saturday, October 31st

The Weather is ...

Windy, Overcast with a slight chance of mischief-makers and trick-or-treaters

Today's Holiday is ...

NATIONAL MAGIC DAY and INCREASE YOUR PSYCHIC POWERS DAY

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[La LeClamour]

The Playlist
Tatanya Fabian ~ How Can I Not Love You - Joy Rodriguez
Arathorn Scandenous ~ Shut Up (And Sleep with Me) - Sin with Sebastian
♥ Tanya/Thorn ♥ ~ The Search is Over - Survivor
Daniela Adanessa ~ My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson
Kyrekk Lyrical Van Iccillai ~ Hard to Handle - Black Crows
♥ Daniela/Kyrekk ♥ ~ Anything You Can Do - Annie Get Your Gun
Marina Florez ~ I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett
Cleodonis Alexander ~ Nothin' But a Good Time - Poison
♥ Rina/Cleo ♥ - Talk Dirty to Me - Poison
Rosalie Perdu ~ That's Not My Name - Ting Tings
Devarion Williams ~ I Wear My Sunglasses at Night - Corey Hart
♥ Rose/Dev ♥ ~ Escape (The Pina Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes
Jessamine Leland ~ The Beautiful Ones - Poets of the Fall
Rhyan Light ~ Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
♥ Jess/Rhyan ♥ ~ Crack the Shutters - Snow Patrol
Lorcan Tempestas ~ Unbelievable - EMF
Brooklyn Woodley ~ Overcome - Within Temptation
♥ Lorcan/Brook ♥ ~ Fragile - Poets of the Fall
Jareth Cross ~ Beautiful Dity Rich - Lady Gaga
Leanelle Brookes ~ 'Cuz I Can - Pink
♥ Jareth/Nelle ♥ ~ Right Kind of Wrong - LeAnn Rimes

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[La LeClamour]

[La LeClamour]

Just after closing time, Cleo thought as he surveyed the club, the interior of Envy looked more than just a little eerie. The green spotlights had been turned off, leaving the bar in almost utter darkness save for the pale white lights over the bar - and they looked a little strange, since the Technicolor waterfall behind the black onyx slab that Kyrekk called the “bar” was turned off, leaving the black water to fall into its trough and pool beneath the glass over layer of the marble surface of the bar. It was a gorgeous effect with or without the lights, but at the moment, Cleodonis found it a little unnerving. All of the employees had gone home for the night - or morning, actually, since it was almost 2 AM - save for Kyrekk and Lorcan, who owned the place and Daniela, who managed and babysat (Kyrekk, of course, because goodness knows he can‘t be trusted to manage himself decently all the time.) and a few others of their acquaintance who were lingering to hear what was going on. It really was the perfect place to be holding a Halloween party. The space was enormous, Kyrekk’s staff was highly appraised and it was sure to be plenty of fun. Only this particular night the widely loved nightclub was not going to be open to the public. This year’s Halloween celebration, like all the others in the past since the facility’s opening, was going to be a private one - not that it would have much difference on the number of visitors. The guest list ranged somewhere between two hundred and seventy to three hundred people and included quite a few children.

What was left to do was finish the very last minute bits of planning, go home and get a few hours of sleep, and then come back to make sure everyone got into the right costumes and supervise the decorating. Most of which was going to be done by children, he remembered with a slight smile. Mochelle had insisted that she, Kennsington and Krykette be allowed to hang their grocery-bag ghosts and paper-bag-and-pipe-cleaner-monsters up. And who in their right mind could deny a four year old that right? Especially one so cute as his daughter? He reached into his pocket, about to call her while he waited - but two things stopped him - the fact that it was after one in the morning and Rio’s voice as she came stalking over to him out of the back room, the thick guest list in her hand, waving it at him. “What the hell is Rene’s name doing on this guest list? Who put him on here?!”

Cleo looked up at her, unperturbed by her scream or the fact that her brows were furrowed above her thick rimmed glasses, scowling at him. “I don’t know, honey - why don’t you just mark him off?”

“Because he’s in New York right now and if he got the invitation then he’s going to show up and I don’t want to see him! And we can‘t deny him if he has an invitation!”

Cleo raised an eyebrow at his best friend, her chest rising and falling with her irate breathing pattern, jaw clenched and bright brown eyes flashing behind her the lenses of her glasses. Had she been angry about something else, Cleo may have been a little intimidated - she had once given him a black eye in the first grade after he’d made a comment about how her teddy bear’s eye was falling out and it was kind of unsightly. But it was unlike her to get worked up about a boy, or a man, he supposed, if Rene could be called as much, so he wasn’t so worried. “I’m sure you’ll be much to busy to be bothered by him, sweetie. But if it really bothers you so much, I can drop by his apartment for a visit and make sure he doesn’t want to come? Or that he can’t come. Maybe I’ll take Lorcan or Kyrekk with me.” The look on her face was not amused. “Oh, stop it!”

She huffed, throwing the guest list down in front of him and stomping back to where she’d come from. Cleo rolled his eyes, quickly coming to the conclusion that she must be PMSing. “All right - I’ve got the staff coming in early to decorate, the sound crew will be here three hours in advance and the VIP area is designated for the littler kids so they don’t - what’s that?” Kyrekk stopped himself mid-sentence, leaning over Cleo’s shoulder to examine the guest list where Rio had savagely marked through Rene’s name so hard that the red pen had ripped through, leaving light scribbles on the page behind it. “Well … I guess someone is uninvited …” He straightened up again, running his fingers through his tousled black hair. “All right - you guys can go. If there’s anything else that needs to be done I’ll make the calls later in the morning. Daniela and I are going to lock up and go home …” He looked around as he spoke, as if searching for his manager. Cleo wouldn’t put it past him - he was probably ready to ask her which pajamas he should wear to bed. The blue ones with the sheep, or the yellow ones with the duckies. He resisted rolling his eyes or laughing though, Kyrekk got cranky around closing time and he wasn’t in the mood to be on the receiving end of Gigantor the Second’s early morning temper. He grabbed his binders, folding everything shut and stowing them in Rio’s oversized bag since he didn’t particularly want to be carrying around a stack of papers.

He wasn’t about to stick around much longer anyway, he was exhausted and more than ready to get home. He couldn’t do so, however, without Marina and Rio - Mochelle would throw a fit if her were to enter the apartment without one of them. He could understand Rio, of course, but the relationship between himself and Rina was a strange one. He’d found that that didn’t particularly matter to four-year-olds though, and Mochi demanded every night that Marina trek down the hall to their apartment and sit at the foot of her bed while Cleo read a story and help him tuck her in and kiss her good-night. And he was not ready to face the wrath of a little girl for not complying with her demands. “Rina, Rio, can we get out of here?” He called, lifting Rio’s bag and slinging it over his shoulder once he’d tucked the guest list into it.

[Anime_Girl_4216]

The bar had taken forever to get the last of the customers out....This place was hotter than any other club in the area...That would probably have to do with Kyrekk's 'ladies' being the main attraction...Well that and also the manager and his 'posse' of friends always attracted the ladies attention which attracted the guys....Well whatever it was that brought them customers it worked very well. Standing in the main entry way Daniela's attention wasn't for the 'meeting' in the center of the room but the person on the other end of her blue tooth. "Wait what's going on now?" She asked her tone dropping as she listened to her talking companion, "Now you listen, I made sure that there wasn't one way that any of Kyrekk's 'fans' would be able to find his address, how many times do I have to remind the staff there unless they have the proper identification they aren't allowed on the premise of the complex....My word, if this continues like it is I really will have no choice but to speak to your superiors." Waiting as the man on the other end started his normal tangent of apologies she waited and then quickly ended the phone call..Shutting her blue tooth off and placing it in the pocket of her black jeans she sighed softly, she needed to get home and soon.

Stepping back into the main room her eyes scanned the group of people but her eyes couldn't seem to find the other young lady who she wanted to converse with... Where had Miss Marina disappeared too? Huddled in a corner of the room Marina sat in one of the booths her bot clad legs curled up and under the black leather skirt her hands wrapped around her phone and a bright smile on her face, "Oh so what else were you and Jareth doing? Oh... You are now being watched by Jeeves?" Listening to the young girl's happy banter she leaned her head back against the back of the booth as she settled in. She could listen to the young girl speak all night and not get bored, the child for as much as she was Cleo's daughter she had somehow wrapped Rina around her little finger. Rina would drop anything she would be doing if the little girl would want her help or just her attention, she wouldn't spoil the child but she was more than ready to be the steady female adult in her life...Between herself and Rio the girl would be as normal a child could be that had Cleo as their father. Her eyes lifted as she then realized that someone was headed in her direction, waving her hand as Daniela stopped a few paces away she pointed to her phone and mouthed 'Mochelle' with a wry smile. Daniela just laughed and slid into the other side of the booth.

"So you are now playing with Jeeves, are you enjoying your tea party? I bet that Jeeves is having the time of his life." Rina looked toward Dani again and motioned that she would only be another few minutes, "Well sweetie I think that we will be finishing up here soon so I will be seeing you in just a little while...Yes... I will tell him...I love you too.... Bye." Dropping the phone into her pocket she chuckled softly, "That child is a riot... I love her to pieces." "Hmm...Now all you need to learn is how to love her father and you have yourself one happy family." The glare that Rina sent her had Dani doubling over in the booth with laughter, "I jest... You know my opinion of the whole situation so I am just going to hold my tongue.... I love you girlie and I know that you know what is best for all of you, I just find it highly amusing how much the little girl has clung to you." Rina just growled quietly as she buried her head into her arms which were resting on the table, "Don't remind me, I love Mochelle, most people thought I would be repulsed by the child but I won't let the horrible attitude of her mother and my distaste for her father hinder my own feelings for her." Dani rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to speak her head turned at the sound of Kyrekk saying her name.

"Well don't let your dislike for him cloud your judgment... The man really does care for you, yes he is a bit of a player but he has a special place for you...now that might have to do with Mochelle and it might not, but only you can be the one to figure that out, I'm not going to just drop everything into your lap." Rising from the table as she then waved her hand chuckling at the expression on Cleo's face, "I will see you tomorrow girlie... I have to take my own 'child' back home before he throws a temper tantrum for being out so late." Walking over so her hand touched his arm she chuckled, "Come on sleepy head, you bed is calling your name as mine is calling for me. We have a lot to do tomorrow and it doesn't seem like we are going to be getting very much sleep. We're going to have to use the back entrance since the idiots at the front desk let it slip where you are living... I swear, if they do it again I am going to throw a royal tantrum worthy of Cleo himself if it happens again." Ushering the tall man out toward the back entrance and toward her SUV, "If it's really as bad as the front desk man says that it is we might just have to have you sack out at my apartment until everything blows over." her apartment was right next door to Kyrekk's but since it was right on the corner near the back entrance she was able to slip in and out of her apartment undetected by any of the people in the main section of the hall... Kyrekk should have taken that apartment but no... The way that his apartment was set up inside was more to 'his liking' than Daniela's. Rolling her eyes inwardly as she opened the door and then let him slide his massive form into her passenger seat she then walked the short distance around to the drivers side, and then took off into the night.

Rina's eyes followed Dani & Kyrekk's forms as they exited the club, her head turning as Cleo then called her name. Chuckling softly as she stood from the bar and then sauntered over in his direction she fixed the brilliant red shirt that she was wearing and made sure that it covered her stomach, though since it was a belly buster the small jeweled belly button ring kept playing hide and seek. Giving up as she let her hands rest on her hips she looked at Cleo with a wry smile, "Chelly wants me to tell you that she is having a lot of fun with Jeeves." she mused looking toward the table where her small bag was resting beside the right table leg. pulling the strap of the messenger bag over her shoulder she sighed, "I thought that it was supposed to be Jareth watching her...Not Jeeves.... What in the world is he up to now?" she mumbled as her eyes then went around the room waving as the rest of the employees started to disappear, "I take it that the meeting was a success? Or are there a few other things that need to be figured out before the party tomorrow night?" she asked walking out into the middle of the empty room with a small sigh, "Where is Rio at... I thought she was with you... But besides Rio where in the world did Arathorn and Tatanya disappear to.. They were here like twenty minutes ago and I haven't seen either of them... Did they leave?" Pulling out her phone she punched in Tanya's number and then sent her a text, "Where are you?"


Nestled away from the cares of the world Tatanya Fabian lay asleep, curled up in a ball with a fleece blanket draped over her form. Opening her eyes slowly as the quiet chime from her cellphone awakened her from her light slumber she reached down to grab her purse. Bolting straight up as her eyes then opened wide her gaze fell on the room before her... This was not her bedroom and it was certainly NOT her apartment that she shared with Rina and Jess.... Just where in the world was she at? Pulling her phone out of her purse as she yawned silently she read the text not really wanting to get back to her roommate but she should at least alert her to the fact that she was not at home. Standing up as she then started to walk toward a wall of pictures that were on the near by coffee table she groaned inwardly as she finally was able to figure out just what apartment she was residing in.... It was none other than the one man that was always bound and determined to make sure that she was in a spitting fiery attitude when he was around her, and that would be Arathorn Scandenous. Why did he take her to his home and when had she actually fallen asleep?

"Arathorn?" she called softly as she looked down the hall but there was not a sound nor a movement coming from the bedrooms. He was probably asleep, the man was running around ragged and then to top it all off he was at the club till all hours of the night when he really didn't have a reason to be there. Well his reasons were probably just to torment the living daylights out of herself since he would never really even bother any of the young ladies who would flock to his side but rather chose to ignore then and then have them send death glares in her direction and then purposely change their drink orders when she would bring them to her.... God her life was a living hell at work no thanks to that man! Grumbling softly as she ran a hand through her hair and then smoothed the material over her stomach she froze as her fingers touched the soft cotton that was a set of male sleep clothes... Since when did she change her clothes as well? Looking down at her get-up which was a black t-shirt and then the simple sleep pants she clutched the clothes as her heart dropped... She didn't remember fall asleep...last thing she remembered was being at the club just as they were closing up and there was a little bit of a scuffle between two of their male patrons who were being shown out.....She had been pushed back but then...She couldn't remember....had seen been knocked out? No, that couldn't have happened could it? "Arathorn?" She called again her voice rising slightly as she then returned to the couch her body sinking into the piece of furniture with a hard exhale of breath.... She needed answers and needed them NOW.

[Exogent Remedy]

She woke in a cold sweat, breath ragged and eyes opened wide to stare at the wall inches away from her nose. Her comforter was mostly on the floor, having been kicked off some time during the night, and her hair was tangled around her left hand which had been under her head against the pillow. The baggy T-shirt she had worn to bed was now bunched up, exposing most of her back and stomach. Her sheet was rolled up and tangled about her frame. A chill ran up the exposed skin of her back, causing her to shudder. She tried to take several calming breaths before she irritably pushed at the sheets and sat up. Pulling her knees up under her chin she closed her eyes and tried to breath easily again. The images of whatever nightmare had woken her were still fresh in her mind though, and closing her eyes only made them come to the forefront. She winced, opening her eyes quickly to glare at her knees. This was ridiculous... she was twenty three and these nightmares still had her waking in a cold sweat scared out of her mind. She swung her feet out of bed and stood quickly... nearly tripping on her blanket in the process. She stumbled to her door, and pulled it open. She needed a cold shower. She knew there was no way she was going to get back to sleep now... not for awhile anyway. Hell... she hadn’t even meant to fall asleep when she came in here to lie down. She had only wanted to relax awhile to relieve her headache. How long had she been sleeping anyway?

She stopped half out the door and turned back into the room. Squinting at the bedside table she read the time on her alarm clock. Two in the morning... great. She’d come in here sometime around seven... she definitely was not getting back to sleep for at least the next three hours. With a sigh she grabbed her towel which was hanging off a hook on the door, and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the lights, blinking furiously at the sudden brightness of the room. Closing the door she locked it as an afterthought, hanging her towel on an empty hook by the shower. Ridding herself of her sweaty clothes she turned the shower on, feeling the water tentatively. A shiver ran through her body, and she turned the temperature up just slightly. The cold would keep her mind off of the nightmare she had had. When it was at the temperature she wanted she stepped under the spray. She shivered almost violently for a few seconds before she became more used to the cold water. She stood there letting it rain down upon her body for several long minutes before she started her regular shower routine.

When she was finished, she stood there until she found the water was no longer helpful. With a sigh she turned it off, and rung out her hair. Then she reached out to grab her towel. After she’d used it to dry her hair a little, she wrapped it around her frame and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed her clothes, before flicking off the light... leaving the fan on. Exiting the bathroom she made her way back to her room, tossing her clothes in the hamper as she walked in. Making sure the door was closed properly she then moved over to her dresser. She one handedly dug out a clean baggie T-shirt, and a pair of shorts. She tossed them on the bed, reaching in another draw. Then she hung her towel up, before she proceeded to dress. She scanned the room for her hair brush then, but found the object eluded her. Frowning she flicked on her bedside lamp and looked around again. She found it on the floor by her night table, which caused her to laugh. Picking it up she ran it quickly through her damp hair.... which annoying was starting to curl already... before she set it down on the night stand. This done she headed out of her room and to the kitchen. Since she wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep any time soon, she might as well get herself something t eat. She flicked the lights on as she passed them, and headed straight for the fridge.

After looking around in the fridge for awhile she finally pulled out the cheezwhiz, and turned to the cupboard. The young woman kicked the fridge closed as she dug in the cupboard for a box of crackers. When she finally found one she set it on the counter with the cheezwhiz, and got herself a small plate, as well as a butter knife. Then she set about the repetitive task of spreading the cheezwiz on one cracker, placing another one over it, and piling it on the plate. When she felt she had enough she placed the knife by the sink, and put the crackers and cheezwhiz back where she got them from. Grabbing herself a small glass she pulled out the orange juice and filled it, before replacing the juice in the fridge. Glass in one hand, and plate in the other she headed over to the couch and took a seat. She set what she was carrying down on the coffee table, and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. She flipped through the channels until she found something that was vaguely interesting. She didn’t know what it was called... and really couldn’t bring herself to care.

She fell easily into ‘tv mode’, which consisted of her changing the channels when she got to bored with what she was watching, and absently munching on her cracker sandwiches... juice mostly forgotten. While she was flipping through the channels an image of a couple flashed onto the screen. She stopped, looking at it for awhile, before her eyes trailed to the phone. Maybe she should call someone rather than sit there in a daze.... No... I can’t call someone at this time. Everyone’s probably in bed. She thought to herself, shaking her head and flicking though the channels again. As she did so she came across a Halloween special, which caused her to stop again. Thats right... Kryekk’s club was having a Halloween party. She had heard Lorcan mention they’d be up late preparing for it. Maybe he was still up then? And if he wasn’t... someone probably was. She glanced over at the phone again as she placed the remote down beside her, trading it for her glass. She took a sip of the juice as she contemplated her options. Well... If he’s not up he won’t answer. It can’t really hurt to call... As long as she didn’t call his apartment. If Kyrekk was sleeping... or getting ready to go to sleep... he would be rather cranky if her call woke him up. She bit her lip as she continued to think on it. Finally she came to her decision, and placed her glass back down on the coffee table. She muted the tv, and grabbed the phone, quickly dialing Lorcan’s cell. It rang... so his phone was on. She thought that was a good thing... but you never really knew. He might have just forgot to shut it off...or turned it on silent.

[Exogent Remedy]

Finished. The sides were stitched together, the sleeves were attached, and all loose ends had been woven in and trimmed. Spreading it out on her lap she inspected it for any loose bits she might have missed... but there was none. She looked at the zipper she had just finished attaching... nothing was wrong with it. She held it up and scanned for any holes that might have been caused by slipped stitches. Also none. She held it up to the light to make sure she hadn’t missed anything... but she hadn’t. She ran her fingers over the yarn, surprised at how soft it was even after knitting it into the garment. She tested the zipper, and then checked the inside. Still... nothing was wrong with it. No, the hand knit brown sweater was finished... and now she had a problem.

It wasn’t supposed to be done now. She hadn’t intended to complete it when she sat to start it earlier. All she had meant to do was just get it started. And now here she sat some time later (she wasn’t sure how long), and it was finished. She frowned, glancing over at the clock. Five after two in the morning.... you certainly got carried away with that one, Jessamine. She thought a little sarcastically. I knew I shouldn’t have started it tonight... this was bound to happen. Now she was going to have to hide it. And she wasn’t very good at keeping things hidden. She’d go as far as to say she was pretty bad at it, actually.... and there was her problem. She sighed, laying the sweater back in her lap as she tried to come up with a solution. I could ask Tanya to hide it... but she’s not here now.... neither is Marina... She absently played with one of the sleeves as she thought about it. She could leave it in Tanya’s room... with a note... she didn’t think she would mind. Yes, that would have to do for now.

Slipping her feet out from under her and onto the floor she stood up slowly. Making her way to her friends room she folded the sweater up neatly as she walked. Slipping inside she lay the sweater down on her friends dresser, before she left again to find herself a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. She found both in the kitchen... for some reason or another. Probably left there from the last time she was tweaking recipes. She shrugged, folding a sheet of paper in half, before she wrote her note on it. Then she returned to the room, and placed the note on top of the sweater. That done she left again, making sure the door was closed behind her. With that done she returned the couch, gather up her knitting tools and such, bringing them back to her own room. She didn’t feel like organizing any of it at the moment, so she just dumped it all in the basket she kept it in. Now she had another problem. She wasn’t slightest bit tired... though she probably should be... and she had nothing to do now.

Biting her lip she headed back out to the couch, falling back into it with a dull thud. She pulled her feet back up onto the couch, her eyes moving momentarily towards them. One of her socks had slid down and she could see part of the scars on that foot. Quickly she pulled the sock back up... even though there was no one there to see her feet. She felt rather ridiculous moments later. It had been five and a half years since she had gotten those scars... there was no one there now to see them... and it wasn’t like those close to her didn’t at least know about the scars. Granted... most of them hadn’t seen them. Tanya and Marina had, since they shared an apartment. It was really time she just got over the fact that her feet were scared. It wasn’t like they were horribly scared.... well okay... the scars were pretty bad in the fact that they covered the top of both her feet and went up her ankles just a little.... but they were faded now. Okay... no more socks... she’d wear her slippers instead. She knew it really wasn’t that different... but it was enough for her at the moment.

Getting up again she made her way back to her bedroom and fished out her slippers. Sitting on the edge of her bed she pulled her socks off and threw them in the hamper across the room. Then she slid her feet into the wool slippers, which she had knit herself, and just sat there for awhile, wondering what everyone else was up to. Most were probably helping set up for the party. Who knew what Jareth was up to at this hour.... Mochelle was being watched by Alphonso now... if she remembered correctly. And Rhyan... well... she was surprised he hadn’t called her begging to be rescued by now. Maybe he wouldn’t... though she doubted that. This thought caused her to laugh softly as she stood once more to head over to the kitchen. She got herself a glass of water, and glanced over at the clock again. If she had to bet on it... he’d be calling or knocking on her door within the next fifteen minutes. She could always be wrong... but she was fairly certain that wherever he was at the moment, he was not enjoying himself. This in mind she leaned back into the counter and waited.

[La LeClamour]

“Oh, we get to go home now?” Kyrekk lifted his head, looking at Daniela. “I can’t believe they told … Maybe you were right and I shouldn’t have taken that apartment.” But he did like it so much - and it was Lorcan’s apartment too! It had three bedrooms and he needed the extra room! He had no idea why, of course, but he wanted it so that meant, in his mind, that he needed it and that was the end of it. The other apartment only had two bedrooms and the studio wasn’t big enough - and he simply couldn’t have that. “Oh, a Cleo tantrum? We haven’t seen one of those in a while …” He glanced over his shoulder at the tall, blonde man as he and Daniela exited the bar, his lower lip poking out slightly. “He’s mellowed out since Mochelle came along. It almost makes me sad - he can drain a bottle of Jack Daniel’s faster than anyone I know … And still walk in a straight line …” He sighed, following Adanessa to her SUV and hopped into the passenger seat. Even in the rather large vehicle, he felt a bit cramped, his knees pushed just a little too high and his head just brushing the hood. He furrowed his brows, slipping down as far as he could in the seat to avoid hitting his head. He hated being cramped and was likely to pout all the way home. At Daniela’s next words, though, he turned his head to look at her. “Your place?” He repeated as they pulled out.

“Then Lorcan will have our place to himself …” He pursed his lips. But it would also mean that he didn’t have to be away from Daniela, whom he was rather fond of. And it would make it so much easier for her to pick out his pajamas if they lived together. “Maybe it could be a permanent arrangement.” He murmured to himself - apparently not expecting her to be listening. Then, raising his voice to a normal tone, he felt it necessary to announce “I need you to pick out my pajamas. I like the plaid ones … But Aunt Riley sent me a pair that are black with little K’s all over them and I haven’t used them yet … But you can’t tell me now, you have to see them to pick.” He glanced at her. “And I want you to run my shower water. Or do you think I should take a bath? You could take my bath with me, then it wouldn’t seem like you were doing my bidding in vain. I could give you a massage - you know, I’ve never seen you naked? Well, there was that one time, but you pulled the towel up so fast and threw the hairbrush at me …” He poked his lower lip out again as her referred to the memory. That hairbrush had hurt, and he hadn’t even gotten a good look! “And will you fluff my pillows? I always have better dreams when you fluff them. Last week I couldn’t get a hold of you while you were visiting your brother, Tryst, or whatever his name is … I made Lorcan fluff my pillows and he gave me nightmares. He’s a nightmare making pillow fluffer!” Clearly annoyed with this fact, he straightened up quickly - bumping his head on the roof of the SUV. “Dammit …”

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Raising an eyebrow at Rina as she walked over - apparently trying to fix her shirt to no avail - he scowled when she relayed Mochelle’s message. “She’s having fun with Lurch? Then what happened to Jareth? And she didn’t say she loved me?” He demanded, looking ready to pout and stamp his foot, but he didn’t. “Jareth is probably off on a caffeine binge or something … So Monkey is probably tearing up his house. I’m going to have to talk to him later.” He rolled his eyes. “Rio went into the back, probably to stomp her feet and mutter obscenities to herself in private. She found Rene’s name on the guest list. Probably because Kyrekk and Lorcan didn’t take any names off from last year, just added a couple for this year. Rio, come on!”

In response, his friend meandered out from behind the still-going waterfall, arms crossed over her chest bottom lip jutting out, glaring at him and looking for all the world like a belligerent three-year-old. “Don’t talk to me.” She chirped, sticking her nose in the air and shouldering past him. “I am waiting out front.”

Cleo rolled his eyes after her. “I hope Rene doesn’t come to the party - she’ll be a thousand times worse.” He shook his head. “Maybe I should stick her in the room with the kids - then he’ll never even know she’s here. Or she’ll never know he’s here. Either way works for me.” He resituated her bag on his shoulder, smiling slightly. She would have left it there had he not been holding it. “Come on, before she decides to be all melodramatic and throw herself in front of a speeding taxi or something.” He wrapped his arm around Rina’s shoulders, leading her out of the building. After saying that, it occurred to him that New York City was probably the worst place in the world to try to get yourself run over. Rio was standing outside, arms crossed over her chest, muttering to herself - while the traffic in front of her was all but standing still. Cleo chuckled softly, then hailed a cab, catching a bright yellow minivan and pulled the door open to allow Rina and Rio in ahead of him, then clambered in behind the girls, imparting their destination to the driver before he pulled off into the sluggish streets.

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Turning off the hot spray of the shower, Arathorn stepped out, not bothering to dry his body, but leaning down to thoroughly dry his hair then shake the excess water out like a wet dog. He barely paused to pat himself dry before pulling on a pair of boxers and some black sweatpants over them. He could have sworn he’d just heard Tanya calling his name - but he was probably imagining it. No way he could have heard her over the water in the shower. He plucked up the brush to run it through his semi-long black hair, unknotting the few tangles he’d acquired before exchanging it to the counter for his toothbrush. But of course, he’d picked the wrong moment to doubt his hearing because just as he’d managed to lather the minty toothpaste inside his mouth, he heard it again - and this time he definitely wasn’t imagining it. He grunted, pulling the bathroom door open, continuing the brushing of his teeth as her walked down the hall, emerging in the darkened living room to find Tanya sunken into his couch and not looking very happy. He waved his hand and held a finger up, then turned back to the bathroom to spit the toothpaste mess in the sink, rinse his mouth and restore his toothbrush to its rightful place in the medicine cabinet.

“Sorry - I didn’t think you’d wake up while I was gone.” He looked down at her as he passed the couch, walking into the kitchen to pour her a glass of water and himself a large mug of milk, plucking up a light pain killer and a box of gourmet doughnuts his mother had sent that morning before returning to the living room to set his load down on the coffee table and slide onto the couch at her side. “When those two idiots started messing around and Kyrekk was having them shown out you got knocked back, hit your head pretty hard and collided with the new girl carrying an entire tray of Bloody Mary’s. She dropped it - your uniform is drenched and more red than green. It’s not a very nice color - it looks like you bled all over it, actually.” He pushed the glass of water into her hands and emptied a couple of the painkillers into one of her palms. “Take those, they’ll keep the headache away. I changed you - don’t look at me like that, I left your undergarments on.” He rolled his eyes, plucking up a cream filled doughnut that was covered in chocolate and snuggled back into the plush couch. “Didn’t stop me from seeing those tattoos though. Cute - and tasteful. At least it wasn’t a tramp stamp. And they match.” He took a bite of doughnut, holding the box open for her. “Want one?”

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“And I wear my sunglasses at night; So I can, so I can; Keep track of the visions in my eyes …” Lorcan hummed to himself, bobbing his head as he tugged the back door of the club shut behind him, locking it before they keypad could sent off an alarm. “While she's deceiving me; It cuts my security …” He trailed off as his phone let out an obnoxious sound that he immediately identified as Crazy Frog. Now who would do that? Either Mochelle or Rio … It was hard to decide. Frowning slightly, he pulled the device from his pocket, glanced at the number and raised an eyebrow as he lifted it to his ear. “Hey, Brook - what has you up at this ungodly hour of the morning?”

It wasn’t strange for him to receive two AM calls though, so he shrugged it off. Maybe she’d woken up and wanted someone to talk to? He turned down the alley, slipping easily onto the street that, even at two in the morning, was still swarming with people. Mostly drunk people, or homeless ones, but still people. He pulled a ten dollar bill from his pocket as he passed a familiarly ragged face, tucking it into the old coffee can the man was holding. “If you’re awake do you want to come out for a cup of coffee? I don’t have to wake up until like five tonight.”

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Devarion mumbled incoherently, rolling onto his side, then jolting up, causing the sheets to fall down and tangle around his legs as he stumbled off of his mother’s couch and into the floor. He grunted something incoherent that sounded vaguely like a rude swear, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. What, one might wonder, in the world was he doing on his mother’s couch? Helping her move in, of course. And Rosalie was in the guest bedroom, snuggled up beneath the blankets of a freshly made bed, just as his mother was. And, being the chivalrous young man his mommy had raised him to be, he had opted for the couch.

But now the couch simply wasn’t cutting it. He grabbed his quilt stood up, and stomped to the guest bedroom (quietly, of course, so he wouldn’t wake his mother up) to creep to the guest bed, crawling onto the guest side that wasn’t inhabited by guest Rosalie, and snuggled up with his blanket and the unused guest pillow. “Rose.” He whispered, trying to gouge whether or not she was awake. “I’m sleeping in here.” Too bad if she wasn’t. She’d just have to be surprised when she woke up.

[Fantasmasque]

“Anotheh cup o’ tea, m’sweet Miss Monkey?” a certain dark-haired gentleman drawled, letting his British accent flow out sloppily simply for effect, because when he did so, it sent the little girl before him into a fit of giggles, bobbing her blonde head of hair up and down, the curls, tied back with blue silken ribbons bouncing around her face. The motion also knocked an oversized floral straw hat from her head, the black object with its soft white ribbon tumbling to the floor and sending the young blonde into yet another fit of giggles as her escort for the evening made a most shocked expression before taking off his own green velveteen top-hat and putting it on her head before diving under the table for the other one and, upon scrambling back into his chair, plopping it on his head with a smug expression as he carefully adjusted the silk blooms of pink and white, the black lace that hung down over his face, and the faux starling perched near his crown. “Theah we ah~” he crooned, folding his hands beneath his chin, leaning forward, and batting his long dark lashes.

“Jarey, you’re silly!” the girl laughed, her bright blue four year old eyes taking in the sight before her: a British gentleman who was currently wearing an old lady’s hat, and making ridiculous faces. He of course, pouted, reaching over the table to poke her nose.

“Preposterous notion.” When he cracked a smile, Mochelle couldn’t help but laugh some more, pulling down on either side of the top-hat’s brim so that the large hat fell over her eyes and effectively mussing up the hair that, earlier that day, Jareth had taken such pain as to style for her. This fact, though, didn’t seem to bother him. Instead, he just continued to smile as he poured his young guest another cup of tea, the hot brown liquid steaming as it filled a lovely pink teacup. Cross then proceeded to pass her the plate of sugar cubes and a small pitcher of cream, each of which Mochelle put into her cup of tea quite generously, after pushing the green top-hat onto the back of her head and out of her eyes so that she could see again.

It had been quite the day for the two of them—Cleo had dropped the girl off at Jareth’s house, which was close to the apartments that most everyone else lived in, and as soon as the blonde southerner was out of sight, the Brit had dashed out the door with Mochelle in order to do something he knew she would just love—preposterous clothes shopping. They had spent the next few hours going to various vintage stores picking out coats and dresses and hats—anything with frills, really. Then, upon returning home, they had helped each other dress up, handing each other various articles of clothing—and of course, Jareth educating Mochelle in such matters as what a cravat was; the poor girl thought it was a hanky at first, and then had attempted to wear it upon her head.

At this point, they had gone through multiple pots of various types of tea, all laced with large amounts of sugar, and had even been serving Mochelle’s favorite stuffed cat, who Cross had been referring to as the Renowned Master Scruffles. They had then taken a break to make some cinnamon scones, and while the batch was in the oven, the two had decided to play one of Jareth’s favorite games—Apples to Apples. The Renowned Master Scruffles took part in this, as well, of course, and they managed to rope the butler, Jeeves, and also Rhyan—who had the misfortune of walking into the room and not dashing out quite fast enough. Though they didn’t play for points, really, Mochelle seemed to like the game well enough, and Cross loved explaining some of the words to her, and making sure that she was only dealt red cards she would actually understand, such as “toaster” versus “John Travolta”.

At the light pinging sound of the oven, the two let out cries of joy and abandoned their games to pull their sweetly spiced baking venture out of the oven, and continue the tea party, leaving poor Alphonso to tidy up the cards and Rhyan to get the hell out of that room as quickly as possible. If there was one thing the sandy-haired boy knew to avoid, it was Jareth Cross when he was entertaining children. To be honest, Rhyan just wasn’t sure whether Jareth was destined to be the best father in the world, or whether the grown man was… still six in his mind. Such things were difficult to determine, really, and the accountant had decided to just distance himself from all of that before he went insane and was huddled in a corner counting the threads in the carpet just to keep himself sane.

And this, of course, left Mochelle and Jareth to their antics, drinking tea like they were fish and blabbering about whatever it was the little girl seemed to enjoy—she liked cats a lot, apparently, and was very fond of watching the Muppets; her favorite, of course, was Ms. Piggy—but then again, what little girl, or who out of anyone for that matter, could resist the diva with the high voice? Hmmmmmmmmmmm? After some of this, Jareth dropped the word “sedulous,” which Chelle wanted to know the meaning of, and then tried to use various times—perhaps she’d get it by the time her father came to pick her up, Now wouldn’t that be fun? he thought.

Unfortunately, the caffeine was coursing through his veins about now, and Jeeves, being the bloody spoil sport that he was, decided to intervene. “It’s about time the Missus got to bed, I should think,” he said rather dryly, which caused Jareth to pout, his lower lip sticking out as he looked up with large, golden, pleading eyes.

“But Alphonso, we’re having such splendid time…” Cross pleaded, looking up at his butler while wearing that preposterous large straw hat with silk flowers and black lace. Jeeves merely blinked, wondering why he let himself be put through this sort of thing. It was moments like this that he wondered why he didn’t find some other wealthy British gentleman to serve, and then of course, he would be reminded—because if he left Jareth alone for five minutes, the world would come to an end. Somehow.

He was torn from these thoughts of devastation when Mochelle pouted, looking all too much like Jareth at this point, and attempted to repeat what her babysitter had just said, doing her best—unconvincing, but highly adorable—British accent. “Yeah, yeah, Alphonso… Jarey ‘n I ah ‘avin’ such a splendid time.” She blinked up at him, the two staring at each other for a long, long minute. And then the girl smiled, screaming at the top of her lungs “‘ELLO GOV’NA!” which Jeeves, of course, did not find to be funny at all, but sent Cross reeling with laughter.

Rolling his eyes, Alphonso plucked Jareth off of the floor. “You do realize, Master Jareth, that because of today’s festivities, you are now… how shall I put it?” a smug smile spread across the man’s face; oh, he knew just what would get Cross out of the house, and then he’d only have to deal with one four year old monkey girl instead of two. “Out of tea.”

This got the man’s reaction well enough, and he quickly planted a kiss atop Mochelle’s head, telling her to listen to Jeeves before dashing into his room, quickly stripping from his tea-party attire and putting on the usual long dark coat, his slender black slacks, deep leather boots, and a cap over his messy raven locks. With that, he grabbed his wallet and cell phone, made sure his pillbox was in his pocket, and skipped out the door. While sauntering down the street, he decided to call his partner in crime, Rhyan, who had somehow managed to evade him and disappear earlier… blasted accountant. Cross touched the screen of his phone, pulling up the keypad, typed in Rhyan’s number out of memory, and then held the phone to his ear. It rang once, twice, a third time…

“Hey Cross… what’s up?” Rhyan’s voice sounded a bit nervous over the phone, though perhaps that was just the usual echoing mechanical tone—at the moment, being buzzed on caffeine and far too jolly for his own good, Jareth really couldn’t tell.

“I am in need of more tea and I was wondering if you were busy at the moment? I could use a partner in crime to join me on this tea-shopping venture.”

There was a long pause—too long, really. “Actually, I’m… about to head to Jessamine’s place… she, uh… asked me to pick something up for her at the store, so if you had called earlier we could have gone together, but I really have to be going now. She’s been waiting for a while now… 53 minutes to be exact.”

Cross rolled his eyes, but his smile never left his lips. There was no doubt about it, that Light boy was lying through his teeth, but it was no matter; perhaps Jareth could pester Arathorn or Leanelle or someone else. If all else failed, he would just have to buy his tea, return home, and stay up all night until he passed out some time tomorrow. It was unhealthy, sure, but since when did Jareth do things that were really healthy?. At this thought, he decided he should light up a cigarette—might as well enjoy what time he had, and the smoke would calm him down some… though… as he inhaled on his sweetly scented arsenic stick, he sighed, closing his eyes. I now feel intensely lonely.

With a small frown, he dialed Arathorn’s number next. True it was—what, one or two in the morning?—but he would just sweet-talk the spoiled rich boy out of bed if he was even sleeping right now.

Unfortunately, he didn’t pick up. Jareth didn’t bother to leave a message. He’d just call Leanelle… she was up now anyhow and might not mind grabbing a late-night coffee with him before moseying over to the local book store. Maybe she could meet him somewhere instead of going straight home… but then again, maybe she just wanted to get back to bed… and potentially to Rene. The thought made him scowl. “Snooty French b*****d… he’s the reason I hate those Frogs,” he grumbled around his cigarette, which glowed each time he took a light breath of air, the smoke curling around his face and trailing behind him as he continued on his way, like a ribbon of gray silk, scented of cinnamon, cloves, burning paper, and sweet tobacco. Closing his golden eyes for a moment, Jareth sighed, and then dialed Nelle’s number, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder while he fiddled with his cigarette and continued on his way down the street.

This time, the person on the other end answered. “Evening, sweetheart,” Jareth drawled, a faint smile spreading across his face. He was greeted with a warm enough response, and could hear Cleo in the background demanding why the Brit wasn’t with his little girl. “Tell Cleo to relax, I know Jeeves is no Marry Poppins, unlike yours truly, but she’s in good hands… damned butler insisted that I put her to bed a good while ago… ruining my fun…”

[Anime_Girl_4216]

"Well I did tell you that but no you didn't want to listen to me." she mumbled as she pulled out of the parking lot, her head shook as he continued to speak but she chose not to answer...sometimes when Kyrekk would go off on his 'tirades' it was better to just sit back and then smile and nod. When Kyrekk wasn't pestering the living daylights out of her he was a rather delightful person to be around...Though once he was around Lorcan than it all just went straight out the window... He would get overly whiny and then demand she does everything for him, including grabbing the remote which was just within his reach.... Curse the man to the deepest pits of hell...If he didn't pay her as well as he did she probably would have quit years ago. Looking toward him as they then stopped at a red light she nodded his head, "Well since we can't use the front entrance to get to yours it just might be best if we wait in mine till the people disappear... I have absolutely no desire to use the fire escape again, plus I don't think my heels would appreciate the climb." Stepping on the gas as they then started out again her eyes narrowed on his face as he then started to speak again, "Wha....Why do I have to pick out your night clothes? You are Twenty-Seven... Not two!"

She growled as they then stopped at another red-light just as he then looked toward her, "I am not going to come to your apartment just to wait on your every need.... I am just as tired as you are and want to do nothing else this evening but to take a long bath and then relax in my bedroom." She turned her head away to slam her foot down on the gas to get then through the next her mouth droping open in shock, "What the hell? Why would you even want to.... WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU!" She screamed as she slammed on the brakes as they then stopped just in front of the apartment, "Get this into your head: You won't ever be seeing me naked. What kind of a comment is that anyway? We aren't in any other kind of a relationship other than a professional one, yes we are friends out side of that but please.. Do you really see me as someone who would just flash you for the sake of appeasing your curiosity? I thought that you thought more of me than that Kyrekk." Pulling her car backward as she then drove into the parking garage she pulled her car into park and then unlocked the door, she took in a deep breath and the let it out slowly before turning toward him with a wicked smirk plastered across her lips.

"We're here, we'll take the back entrance and then I'll come up and see to your room.....I'll then go back to my room and then take my bath.. Hmm.. Maybe I'll parade around my apartment in nothing but a towel, oh but then Brooke might be home... Oh well, I'll just lock myself in my room and just relax...." Pouting her lower lip as she then sighed contently her head cocking to the side as her smile turned sensual "You know there is nothing like the feel if silk sheets on bare skin. Too bad you won't be able to see it....I got new sheets since the last time you were at my apartment...They're red." Grabbing her bag as she then threw it over her shoulder she waiting until she heard Kyrekk shut his door before she clicked the lock. Too bad he had to go and pour her room, she might have let him stay over her apartment for a change....His loss.

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"If you'd let me finish relaying the message..." She sighed heavily as she rolled her eyes, "She also told me to tell you and Rio that she loves you...though I think that she was having a bit more fun there than necessary since it is after two in the morning.... I don't know why he left her stay up so late, she is going to be wired if Jareth let her fix her own tea...she puts more sugar in it than a batch of Southern Brewed Sweet Tea." Pausing as she then made a mental note to make a container of Sweet Tea when she woke up later on that day she groaned quietly, "Rene??? Who in the world invited him to come to the party? I thought that Kyrekk banned him from attending anymore of the events here at Envy." Shrugging her shoulders as she ran a hand through her hair she looked up just as Rio appeared from behind the waterfall, "Hey Rio." She called but then blinked at the now immature acting Rio who greeted her, "Hey I didn't do anything wrong don't go getting snippy with me Leanelle Rio Mae Viara Brookes." She snapped right back... Ok it was getting way to late to be putting up with any of this...they all needed to go and get Chelly and get back home before they all started to kill each other.

Watching Rio walk out the front door her head turned toward Cleo with a wry smile, "And if he does...God have mercy on all who come in either of their paths..." Sighing as she then shook her head she covered he mouth as a yawn escaped from her lips, "No offense but Rio was an idiot for taking up with him, we all knew he was bad news from the get go. She just had blinders on the entire time...until it was too late." Chuckling darkly as he threw his arm over her shoulder she wrapped her arm loosely around his waist as her head fell tiredly to his shoulder, "I don't think she'll do that.... I have a feeling she would start sending Rene scathing text messages first before she would throw herself in front of a car. Plus could you really see her messing up her clothing or her hair? She spend way to much time and money on them to just screw them up." Stepping out into the night air as Cleo then pulled away to get a cab she wrapped her arms around Rio's shoulders giving her a quick hug, "If worst come to worst you can use my mic stand to make sure he doesn't have any children in the future, that'll sent him straight." She chuckled into her ear as Cleo then motioned that they had finally gotten a cab. Letting Rio slide in first she got into the middle letting Cleo slide in behind her as she then dropped her bag to the floor, "Hey give me Rio's bag I'll put it beside mine so we have more room, you look a bit squished Cleo."

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Tanya's head turned at the sound of a door opening, her eyes widened as Arathorn stood in the door way wearing...Why didn't he have a shirt on? Her face felt like it was on fire as she then nodded her head quickly and buried herself back into the couch. What in the world had happened before she had blacked out? She was mulling this all over in he mind as Arathorn's voice then sounded at her side, she winced at the noise, her head felt like it was going to explode, "I...wha?" She started but then groaned as she then sighed softly, "Lovely...Just lovely... I hope Kyrekk got their names because I am going to give them royal hell once this headache goes away. How long was I out for?" She asked as she then scowled at his face...He had changed her, and that was not cool in her book. There were very few people who had actually seen her undress, her parents, roommates and her previous boyfriend...Now Arathorn could be added to that list and his name was one of the last people that she wanted there.

Grabbing the pain pills from him and swallowing them without the water she growled at him and then chugged the water afterward scooting over as he scrunched himself into the couch, "Why couldn't you have gotten Rina or Dani to come over and do it? I didn't need for you......YOU SAW MY TATTOOS?" She winced as her loud voice made all sorts of bells and whistles start to ring in her ears but she didn't really care at that point, No one was to have seen those.... NO ONE. As he offered her the doughnut her jaw clamped shut as she then grabbed it and placed it back on the table...No need in killing him while he held some REALLY good doughnuts...Save the doughnuts THEN kill him. Grabbing one of the pillows she sat up and then started to whack him with it, punctuating every word with a whack "How could you? You didn't have to go looking for them!!" Dropping the pillow as she then lunged at him toppling him back till she was suddenly straddling his form on the couch her arms holding her body above his as her hair cascaded over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed brightly as her eyes narrowed on his face, "You had no right to be taking peeks of my body underneath my undergarments, can't you act your age for one minute!"