P A R A N O I A 2 :: unsettled :: O&F || Day 3 ||TS p.37

[midgetminion]

Mιcɧєℓℓє Sαbяιɳα Lαsкץxxx

Nothing travels faster than light...

...with the possible exception of bad news...

...which follows its own rules.

Once breakfast was over and done with, Michelle shoved her bowl in the sink, figuring she'd deal with it later on. Besides, she had more important things to do rather than wash dishes. In fact, typically she kept paper plates and plastic cups and silverware in stock so she had one less dish to clean. The only thing she had yet to get rid of were bowls, which she could deal with. Though she was sure that it wouldn't be too long till she could move into a place with a working dishwasher included. The sad part was that when she had first moved into the apartment, there was a dishwasher...but it broke. And the landlord was a cheapskate with even cheaper handymen who half did jobs. She simply became sick of asking and figured that she would just live with it. Besides, it wasn't like she was planning on staying there much longer. Yeah, this was a reoccurring thought that kept popping up, but hey, a girl can dream can't she? The sooner she could move out of this dump, the better.

After slinging her laptop bag over her shoulder, which doubled as a messenger bag for all of her random note pads and tape-recorder, she moved to the mirror that was closest to the front door. Checking herself out from over her shoulder, she surveyed her appearance. A hand had even traveled up to her wavy dirty blonde hair. Ruffling it, a disappointed frown appeared. Her brown roots were becoming more visible, which meant that she would need to dye it again when she had the chance. Honestly, this wouldn't be so hard if her hair just stayed blonde. When she was born it was. In fact, up through middle school, there was next to no brown in her hair. Though going into high-school, the color had started to change naturally, which disappointed the female. She liked being known as a blonde- it gave her an excuse from time to time when she'd have ditzy moments, and people didn't think of blondes as sneaky which made being a reporter easier. So pulling out her tape-recorder from the front pouch of her bag she clicked a button and said into it, "Note to self; buy blonde hair dye.". It sucked not being able to go to the salon anymore, but until she sold an article, she was stuck doing things on her own.

The twenty year-old tied the belt of her khaki double-breasted trench coat, concealing the coral colored, strech, jersey halter top. The fitting, dark wash jeans that she wore on her lower half were only visible from the knee down due to the length of the jacket. It was cloudy out, but if she needed to conceal her identity, then the female figured that some sort of hat or glasses would be necessary. Twisting her lips to the side, she looked at the rack that held a few hats and caps, along with spare jackets. Grabbing a hat, her hazel eyes looked it over before placing it atop her head, pushing her hair down. The thought of adding some makeup came to mind, however she the issue of time came to time. Pulling out her phone, she figured that if she wanted to get to the festival site to do a sweep of it before things became hectic, she would need to leave now. All she had time for was a bit of lipgloss and eyeliner. Besides, she figured that her complexion was fine, so she didn't have to go all out. It was the morning after all.

Leaving the apartment, she locked up behind herself, then turned ready to head for the stairs, but of course it wasn't that simple. Mrs. McPhee, and elderly woman who would power walk up and down the hallway in the morning, decided to give her daily dose of advice for the reporter. Today, the old lady suggested that she she get a healthy habit, like knitting, instead of running around asking questions that nobody wanted to answer. Apparently knowing how to knit and sew made her better wife and mother material."I'll uh...keep that in mind Mrs. Mcphee." she said through a forced smile before turning away from the senior citizen and rolling her eyes. 'As if I really wanna get married any time soon.' Micky figured that she was in the prime of her life, and planned on making full use of it before trying to settle down. Besides, even if she found herself a boyfriend, she wouldn't want to deal with any jealousy because she tended to flirt with people in order to get information out of them. Things would simply be too complicated.

As she made it out of the building and out to the parking lot, her phone chimed. Pulling it out, she smiled to see that it was Craig. As she read over it, the female slipped into her vehicle, which still had a ding in it from when she hit that old guy over a year ago. It wasn't too large, so she had neglected to get it fixed. Especially because all of her money seemed to be going other places. Michelle placed her bags in the passenger seat, yet noticed that she still had some clothes in her backseat. "I really need to clean this out," she muttered to herself as she returned her gaze to her cell. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought about what it said. "How cute," she commented to herself as she turned the small car on. The fact that her cameraman wasn't even aware of how big of an event the Halloween festival was adorable. Sure, she figured that she could get him to pull off the look if he needed to in order to seduce women for their personal gain- and perhaps a gay man if need be- but she thought of herself as the brains. 'With a side platter of beauty, of course.' As she drove, the reporter responded to Craig.


I'll put things into motion today.
Meaning Miss I'm-to-good-for-
you will be feeling stupid by the
time the festival ends. Heading
to the parade site now, so let's
meet up when you can to review
and compare dirt we got on her

--»Micky

The girl only drifted off from her side of the road twice while sending the message. And since it was now out of the way, the girl figured that it would only be fair to keep up her end of the bargain. She had already did some research on the Clueless. Like how she knew that she was dating the same guy who wound up falling out of a window. "Ohmehgosh, what if I can make it seem like she shoved him out!" she squealed to herself. She figured that if she could make an entire city believe that Trent was some murderer a year ago, that she could make some prep seem like she was trying to kill her boyfriend. "But I need a motive," she muttered to herself with a sigh. That was always the tricky part, especially if this girl was as hung up on him as everyone claimed. Did Micky feel bad for trying to trash someone's reputation? Nope. Freedom of speech after all. And if she couldn't make the girl seem like she wanted to hurt her boyfriend, there was always the infamous alternative lifestyle scandal. Who didn't like hearing about wealthy people turning gay!? Like when it came out that Lance Bass, Clay Aiken and Adam Lambert were gay, people ate that news up! And if it hadn't been for the fact that Rebecca Palmer had been murdered, then she probably would have released her story about speculations of a secret relationship going on between the designer and Charlotte Farris.

Arriving at the site where the parade was scheduled to begin, the reporter parked in a Burger King parking lot, just for the free parking. She slipped her tape recorder and small notepad in the pockets of the trench coat while her tiny laptop was pulled out. The twenty year-old figured that it wouldn't hurt to google Madeleine Sinclair. And of course she pulled up the social network sites that she joined. The main thing she was interested was friends, and orientations of friends. Yet before she clicked into any accounts, she figured she needed to wait for Craig. He was a wiz when it came to computers after all, which meant awesome news for her. But in the mean time, it wouldn't hurt to check around a little bit. Even now, there were people littered about, hanging decorations as well as a few traffic cops who seemed to be going over a map- most likely the route for the parade so they knew what streets to close. Her hazel eyes swept about, yet then wound up trailing towards the sky. "As long as it doesn't rain..." slipped from her lips as she logged into her own facebook account. It was cloudy, as well as windy, but as long as it wasn't wet, then she would be fine. Besides, rain and electronics simply didn't mix well.

.:TH3 R3P0RT3R:.

[Twankiie]

When I see ⋙ your smile
Tears roll down my ⋙ face I can't replace
And now that I'm ⋙ strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold ⋙ and it breaks through my soul

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With a hop, a raven-haired detective left the bus. The station was right there in front of him and he was of course here, on time. Piran was almost never late to the station when he was supposed to be there. When he was late, it was only for a very good reason… like a case that was engulfed in. It’s happened. He’s gotten numerous calls by the chief because of it and numerous talks in the office because of what was perceived as ‘reckless’, but he always got the job done so it was easy to assume that Piran never took the chief’s words of warning and worry to heart. He saved people and more importantly, he always threw the bad guys in jail. Since Waldo, there just haven’t been too many cases that were real difficult. Piran assumed that it was because of the paranormal things that had gone on during the cruise. Everyone here was just… normal. Nothing wrong with that, it just wasn’t a challenge after Waldo. That’s why these suicide cases grabbed Piran’s attention so much more. They had him puzzled. Not to mention they had grabbed his attention even more by a number of the survivors from the ship having been in the suicide ‘batches’. It was the biggest puzzle to greet the ravenette’s path in a while. He couldn’t have been more excited the first time he saw the report in the news for it. He felt as if his heart was going to pound out of his chest. He even raced to pick up his phone so he could call his partner and see if he was seeing what Pai saw. He was rudely awakened by the tone of a woman’s voice who told him the number was disconnected. His spirit had dropped, but only with the temporary reminder of what was no longer in his life. The case though, pulled him in and distracted him. That’s what was so great about work. He could throw himself into it so easily. It should have been illegal. Ahaha~! He’d only let one person catch him if he ever did anything illegal again.

Piran’s phone started to sing a happy song, but only for the brief second after he received a text. His lips curled up into a bigger smile as he reached into his pocket. ”Well, finally~” He purred to himself as his hand came out with a phone between his fingers and his palm. It clearly stated that it was from the ghost who he had originally sent a message to, or in other words, his partner. His eyes ran over it as he walked in the door to the station. The smaller detective greeted a couple of colleagues as entered, but never tore his eyes away from the screen. He couldn’t help but giggle and roll his eyes at the message. It was all the little things that Gam seemed to do or say that made him seem like he was new at this job. Maybe Piran was just strange like that, but he always felt like he’d done more ‘sneaking around’ than Graham all the time! Maybe he had. Despite having worked with Graham for the last couple of months, he didn’t know a whole bunch about the man. Not about his childhood or past or anything big like that. But he knew just how superstitious the guy was and Piran couldn’t help but find it really, really entertaining. The detective practically ran himself into a wall while he looked at the message. When his feet hit that wall, he completely stopped walking and pushed the button on his phone to open a reply message to his partner.

’Everyone goes to the festival!
The station won’t hold it against
us if we go together.
And if you’ve never been,
you’re in for a treat!
xoxo Pai’

He sent the message. Good gosh that made him giddy! So Gram was a virgin when it came to big festivals like this. Pai was gonna have to take it upon himself to show the male what a good time could be had at a place like this. It was only proper being his date and all. Plus; they had to look genuinely like they weren’t there for the case. There was no telling what the chief would do if he found out Piran was deliberately disobeying him. No. That was a lie. He had an idea… and that was having his badge suspended which meant that he couldn’t throw people in jail anymore, even if he found them and beat them at the game. So there were no excuses. He could not allow himself to get caught.

The detective slid his phone back into his pocket and his eyes popped back up so he could now see where he was going to go. ”Morning Jones. Have you seen your partner?” The words perked Piran’s ears up even more as he turned his head to see the owner of the voice. He already knew who it was, the chief. ”Nope, but I just got a message from him!” Piran replied happily. ”Are there any new cases for us?” The male wasted no time in getting to the exciting stuff. Hanging out with his partner and doing paper work was all, and it was good that people weren’t going around and killing each other and leaving a trail to follow but… sitting at a desk and waiting for an assignment was a very, very hard thing for Pai to do. Actually, if that’s what it was going to be left to, then he’d probably end up bugging people who were actually working rather than sitting down and doing paperwork himself. There was a reason why he didn’t have a job as a secretary or… as… a… principal. They did paperwork too, right? Hmmmm…. ”Not yet. Sorry.” He said as if it were a second thought. The chief should have been thrilled with giving Pai a job. At least he thought so. At least it would give him something to focus on other than the large amount of suicidal cases that were going around. Sooner or later the chief would have to run out of people and send Graham and him on one of those cases. So… was he horrible hoping that more work turned up that they actually got put on one of these cases?

Piran dropped that thought into the back of his mind. He wasn’t horrible. Just… eager to help. That’s what we’ll call it.

Piran headed to the room that he had all to himself. It was a nice little desk, a drawer with papers. He used to be out in the hall with all the other people, but bringing in all these cases after the cruise one… they gave him his own office for… clients and stuff. It wasn’t a large room, but Piran considered it to be big considering he used to share every inch of space he had with a million people. Whether it was family or coworkers. Piran took note as he came in, there were no files on his desk, he knew the chief said there were no new cases for him, but he couldn’t help but hope he’d find one on his desk. He let out a sigh as he turned around from his desk. He sat his bum onto the edge of it and looked out the window that was on the wall a bit away from his desk. ”I don’t want to sit down and do paperwork….” Piran said to himself in a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest lightly. His head dropped as his eyes closed and his thoughts went off in his head. Groups of teens committing suicide. The speculation was that it was stress that was causing all the youngsters to do it. Piran remembered being in a lot of stress as a teen, but he also remembered never being in so much where he wanted to kill himself. He in fact, never remembered this many students dying all at once like this. Piran’s body sunk just a little bit onto the desk. There was no evidence of this being anything other than suicide. None of these students struggled, at least there were never any signs of it. The only lead they had was that boy who was in the hospital and he was in a coma… not to mention, Piran was so sure that if he showed up at the hospital… the chief would find out for sure and no false mustache could hide his visit and questioning.

Piran wasn’t just resting his bum on the edge of his desk. Oh no, by now, he’d fall back onto his desk. His back flush against the wood and his legs hung loosely from the desk, spread apart. His green eyes flickered open to look up at the ceiling of the room. His feet swung just a little bit as they kept from touching the floor. ”I’m bored, Grammmy…” He whined to the partner that wasn’t present. His wishful thinking wished that the male would show up soon because then… well… he could bug the male instead while he did paperwork… or until they got a job. It would be better than him doing paperwork. ”Pai, your partners here~” One of the other officers hummed as he walked by the male’s door. It wasn’t a strange thing that Pai would wait miserably for his partner and the department knew it. In fact; it was like the air of the department completely changed whether the male had his partner or not around. Everyone in the station knew that. Especially with his past partner. He had been like a masterless puppy back then, and the first while after James Parkerson disappeared. Everyone noticed the difference in his personality. That didn’t change when he received a new partner. Considering he was a person that needed people and his partner was specifically for him until the job parted them~

The ravenette quickly pushed himself off of the desk and onto his feet. ”Thank you!” He called back out the door before he quickly headed out. He knew his partners schedule. He should. They had been working together for months and Graham was a very predictable guy. Piran raced down the hallway to get to the ‘cubical’ that belonged to his partner. The moment his eyes caught the brunette, a skip was basically added to his step and he hurried on over. ”You’re here!” He squealed as he approached the man quickly than wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders as soon as he was close enough—of course this was done from behind. ”So you look busy… did you get a case that I didn’t?” He questioned playfully and light. His head was over Graham’s shoulders while his lips were practically against the other’s ear. His chest pressed against Gram’s back as he pulled himself close. ”All I got is paperwork that I don’t even need to do. Paperwork is boring.” He complained with no whine in his voice, but there was obvious dislike in his light voice. ”Or we can go to my office and discuss our last cases paperwork.” Piran said smoothly, however, he hoped that the other would have easily picked up on that he meant the festival tonight and the suicidal cases that they were being kept out of since… they had nothing else that Piran wanted to talk about at the moment. Like he could focus his voice on much else. It would have been like trying to use a penny to by a soda from a vending machine.

◇xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Playful

I will never ⋙ let you fall
I'll stand up ⋙ with you forever
I'll be there for ⋙ you through it all
Even if saving you ⋙ sends me to heaven

[Michirugurl]

✖✖✖ Nathanael✖✖✖ Damon ✖✖✖ Belmont ✖✖✖

The Gambler

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Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Nathanael sat there looking at the big black clock on the wall. He watched the second hand moved very slowly, as if teasing him. He hated these stupid meetings, they were so damn long and at times they just seem to drag for the hell of it. He continued to look at the watch wishing at least an hour had gone by, but it has just been half an hour. The meeting had started at 9:30 in the morning which had killed Nathanael because he's used to coming in whenever he wanted. Staying in his condo, sleeping in, enjoying the company of the lady he took to bed or just having a late breakfast. But today was different today he had to be there. Not because he wanted to but because they were disusing the budget, and reporting the income and outcome of his companies. He always came to make sure everything was well and to make sure that people where not dropping out or backing out from a deal. But today he had a huge smirk plastered on his face, because he saw that all the reports that were coming in were good. He had more people coming to him for jobs and investing in his company because of Trenton Caves son of Mr.Caves which is Nathanael’s rival in the world of business and money. So he was enjoying the bad publicity his son was giving his father and his company. what more could Nathanael ask for. Now is the perfect opportunity to take a hold of the situation and 'help' the Trenton's father. Take advantage of the situation by coming into 'help' him and look like a good citizen so people could trust Nathanael more. He could look like the man who was trying to be nice, and get even more bad publicity when Trenton's father doesn't accept his offer. From then on everything will fall into place and Nathanael will get what he wants.

Nathanael snapped out of his thoughts to look at everyone around the room and to continue partaking this long agonizing meeting. He was dying to get up and leave, after he got what he wanted Nathanael thought it was pointless being in the room. He looked at everyone across the room until his eyes met another set of light brown eyes starring at him intensely. He smiled as he slowly reached for his coffee and brought the small Styrofoam cup up to his lips. his thoughts where suddenly interrupted when he heard his name. "Mr. Belmont what do you think about partnering up with Yellowfin? They seem to be doing very well and they offered us a great deal." Nathanael heard the last few words and cleared his throat before placing his cup on the table and looking at Mr.Conelly. "I think it's to early to tell. First of all I don't know enough about the company's background, it's income or it's statistics to make a decision. Until I don't get that information I will not be able to tell you weather or not I want to partner with them." "But Mr. Belmont" interrupted another business partner. "They seemed to have been doing very well an-" "I don't care how well hey are doing. Do you know how many company's 'seem' to be doing fine and in a matter of months it is completely destroyed? My company will not partner with those types of companies Unless i have the statistics the facts and the data that shows me their progress and if you do not like my decision the get up an go. I'm not here to make business with people who seem to be doing well I'm doing business with people who can help us, get us connections and help us rise. If your head is not with me then what the hell are you doing here? So whenever you think it it's going well don't tell me about it. Show me the numbers next time." he told everyone aggravated. He hated when people second guessed his decision, who the hell do they think they are to tell Nathanael Belmont what to do. He didn't get this far making decisions for companies that seemed to be doing well. "Does anyone else want to input how good the company seems to be going?" he told everyone as his eyes went back to his chairman. Everyone became silent and sat seriously, clearing their throats and looking towards the table or some random spot in the room.

Nathanael watched everyone before finally asking "Are we done with the meeting or is there anything else we need to address?" The chairman looked at the few papers spread out in front of him, he cleared his throat and looked up towards Nathanael. "All that's left is to talk about tonight's Halloween festival. It’s actually starting tonight and lasts for four days if I’m not mistaken and we were wondering if you were going to attend tonight and if you were not who would attend in your place?” Everyone seemed to have swallowed at the same time, looking scared, or was it Nathanael’s imagination, why would they need to be scared it’s just a festival. “What is this festival we are funding for?” he asked trying to sound interested. “Well we agreed to donate a few thousand dollars and they wanted your presence there. It would be good publicity and make sound very generous, people will love hearing you out and will love you even more. It is a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation since Mr.Cave hasn’t been able to go." Nathanael sat there thinking about weather or not he would go. One the one hand it was a festival so there was bound to be women and alchool and the plus side is he would get publicity for going, but on the other hand he would be surrounded by teenager who annoy the crap out of him and he hated these types of events. “Mr.Belmont are you sure you want to go? I heard there was some killings, especially in the colleges and high school. Are you sure you want to go? What if they attack tonight, again? Asked one of the counselors. Nathanael didn’t think about the killings, he completely forgot about it, especially since it had nothing to do with him.” Nathanael chuckled “Ms. Lariza is that what you are scared of? There is nothing to worry about, I am safe and this is a festival no one would dare attack on the night of the festival. You are being ridiculous, whatever is happening around the colleges is there problem and I am only going for a while, it’s not like I am going to be there all night.” He told them as he folded his hands out in front of him.

Everyone quickly calmed down and began laughing at themselves realizing how stupid they were for thinking something would happen. “Look since you all seem a little worried and scared to go, I will go tonight. I planed to attend either way so do not worry about it.” even though he knew he was lying out of his teeth because he never intended to go in the first place but it’s too late to care now. “Well then since this is all settled I presume there is nothing more to talk about?” he asked calmly hoping this stupid meeting was at it’s end. The chairman smiled “No nothing at all, this meeting is dismissed and I will be emailing you the statistics of Yellowfin as soon as I get the chance Mr. Belmont.” Nathanael tried not to smile now that the meeting was over. “Very well, I’ll expect to seem them in my office sometime this week .” He rose up from his chair slowly catching those soft brown eyes again as she walked out the door. He knew she was already hooked and was dying to have a moment with him, but Nathanael wasn’t in the mood to continue his little games. “Well then I shall see you all soon.” he told everyone as he walked out of the the conference room.

Nathanael was glad to be out of that damn meeting, why did they have to take so long anyways? Why couldn’t it be something simple, where everyone could agree on one thing and it was over. But he forgot every damn human being on the planet had their own damn minds and their own damn opinion, like Mr. Collins and all the other know it all members of the board. He decided not to think about the meeting or those people any longer and think about more pressing matters. Like attending the stupid Halloween festival, he really didn’t feel like going out, let alone go to a festival but maybe he would invite someone or bring some company. That’s when Hayden came to mind, she was his secretary and he would have her go in case she needed something or in case he needed to remember what dates not to schedule meetings, lunch-outs or appearances. If it weren’t for her Nathanael wouldn’t even know what day it was. Hayden always wrote his daily schedule and did all his errands. Sometimes he made her do certain errands to annoy her or get her angry, it fun toying with her in Nate’s mind and he loved it. He knew she hated him, but he was surprise she was always calm and never said anything to him or complain to anyone else in the company. He probably would have heard her gossip from other people by now if she were talking about him behind her back, he probably would have fired her as well. But she has proven herself and has worker really hard to get to where she is and he has to admit she does deserve her job.

Nathanael walked into his office to find his folders and files with his daily schedule and notes written on it from Hayden. He picked up the note read it and was glad he didn’t plan anything tonight or he would have been in deep s**t. He fixed his folders turned on his computer and as he waited for it to warm up he walked out to Hayden’s small office. “Hayden I see your in on time as usual.” he told her giving her a grin “ I need you to do me a favor and look up some files and data on this company called Yellowfin, Mr.Colleny told me he would do it, but I always want to have a second file of information coming in just in case he got some of the data wrong. And since you’re the only person I trust to do the job, I’m letting you do it.” he told her. “Aside from that I hope you don’t have any plans for tonight because your coming with me to the Stupid Halloween Festival. Im required to go and well I need you r the only one who know my schedules and plans everything ahead of time before I do it. So I thought it would be best if we both went together.” He knew she would probably be mad and hate him for making her cancel her plans but he needed her and he didn’t give a damn about what she wanted, or how she felt. “I’ll pay you double for coming and you don’t have to be around me the whole time, you can wonder off make friends, I’ll just call you over when I need you.”He gave her a smirk and added “I’ll meet you there, lets say seven? Oh and could you be a doll and get me Some coffee and maybe a sandwich, you know how I like it.” He stood at the edge of her desk watching her file her folder and organize her area. “Well I’ll be off to my office, I’ll see you there in about thirty minutes or so don’t take too long or you know how ill get.” After that Nathanael spun around and headed out the door going back towards his own office.

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The world is filled of many opportunities that people never seem to find and I take advantage it.

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[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Miss Drama Queen««
Brittanya○Promise○Young
Woke up in the morning
It's another cloudy day
But that never mattered too much to me
'Cause it's still a new beginning
And I know I got it in me
Had my share of ups and downs
But now I know I can do anything
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Sometimes it's gonna be days like this
Sometimes it's gonna be rain like this
Sometimes you're gonna feel pain like this
Sometimes you gotta work hard for it


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Promise was simply glad to be away from him. She was far from interested in anything he had to offer towards her. Really, out of all the photographers that she could work for? If anything she wanted to be in that upcoming fashion show. She wanted to walk down the catwalk, she wanted to strut in those lovely clothes. Those designs that she should have been the one giving her imput on. Part of her wondered if the photographer even fully knew what he was talking about? Perhaps he was over-exaggerating? What if Charlotte was simply the type to invite herself to those sorts of things? As the doors of the elevator closed she found herself debating even more about it. Her cellphone chimed once more showing that she had a text message. She only drew it out figuring that it was a reply from Kaelin. It wasn't. Instead it was from her classmate. Honestly, at moments like these, a text from Mr. Donaatello's daughter was far more important.

That girl was her ticket to the top. Still, depending on someone as mousy as her wasn't quite Promise's cup of tea. It was frustrating. It was almost as frustrating as the fact that Charlotte had to have been spreading things about her. More than she was about her at least! Chances were she was the reason no one wanted to work with her. Which was more ridiculous than anything. After all, she believed that she was far more beautiful than Charlotte. She was a freaking goddess in anything that she wore, so why the hell wasn't she getting work? "I bet she's sleeping with him," she mumbled to herself as the doors opened to the parking garage. 'Why else would she be getting all this favortism?' Even the top photographers would request Charlotte by name. You'd think with the scandal around Rebecca Palmer, everything would be different. Unfortunately it was far from it. If anything, she could swear that people were actually coming around because of the red head's name.

"Maybe she's a witch," she mused to herself as she started walking over to her car. Her phone chimed once more, this time it was with more detailed information of what her possible jobs could be for the festival. Apparently there were a number of decorations that still needed to be put up. Promise wondered if the schools had stooped so low as to ask practically anyone to help them get their project together. Promise's thumb moved to reply by lightly tapping over a few of the keys on her phone...but soon stopped when she saw something. There in front of her was Charlotte's car. She'd recognize that mazda from anywhere. Meaning he lied to her. That son of a b***h lied to her about Charlotte leaving! Swiftly Promise turned and started heading back to the elevator. She didn't care about the people she had moved by. She was just determined to get back to that floor. She wanted to see if the girl was currently with the designers in that private meeting she apparently wasn't informed about.

She had to have pressed that elevator button about fifty rapid times before the doors parted. A blank form of annoyance was placed upon her face as she texted to her classmate that she'd be a bit late when it came to getting to her. Apparently the photographer was surprised that she came back up. "Forget something?" he asked in a sing-songy sort of voice, but she didn't reply to him. Instead she moved over towards one of the doors and opened it to see one of the newest designers who had worked in the building. Apparently she was still in the coloring stages of her designs, and clicked away at her computer as she played around the schemes. "I don't mean to disturb you," Promise began, holding back the rage that ultimately wanted to pour out. Her voice wasn't exactly sweet, but not exactly threatening either. She just seemed annoyed in a sense. "But do you know where Charlotte Farris is at the moment?"

The woman only had thought about it for a moment. The fact that she was new, Promise figured she wouldn't be in on whatever pact had developed in the building. Which is why the girl offered a smile when she was told of the location, and off she went. Once more the photographer, was trying to distract her from getting to Charlotte. Which is why finally Promise stopped walking, and glanced over in his direction. "I'm so happy and flattered that you are so set on me being one of the models in your shoot; I just really need to talk to Charlotte. It's about her...son." Either this man was one of the dumbest people in the city, or she truly was a wonderful liar. He offered a nod and assured her that he would get the final info to her and went on his way to most likely select who the other model would be. Promise just had a feeling that if she gave into his wants, what was to stop him from wanting to force her into poses that were more awkward?

When she made it to the door, her first instinct was barge on in. But she stopped herself to take a breath. If anything, it was to calm her, to keep her from going off on every single person in that room. She wasn't in the mood to threaten to quit today. So she knocked three times before entering slowly, parting the door to reveal more of her face before walking in as whole. "Hello~," she greeted, attempting to sound friendly. "I was told that--- oh Charlotte, there you are, I have a message for you. Or am, I interrupting something?" Deep within that false layer of happiness and confusion she portrayed on the outside, Promise felt herself burning with anger and jealousy. "Ohmigosh, Mr. Frescha, are these your latest designs? I swear, you're a genius"

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Sometimes the road may seem too far
You never really know for sure
If you're ever gonna make it
Sometimes the end may seem so far
You never really know for sure
If u got the strength to make it
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Because when u feeling low
And u can't get no lower
That's when u know your close
Sometimes u gotta work hard for it



Some○People○Think○I'm »» AGGRESSIVE «« Cause○I○Know○What○I○Want

[Frustrated Writer]

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The Golddigger .::. Sophia Zoe Castillo

iwannasing“Baby. Hey, baby. Wake up.” Sophia Zoe Castillo never slept alone. It wasn’t that odd for someone to wake her up for breakfast in bed. When she turned around however, her man for the evening hadn’t been standing there with a tray, instead he looked rather displeased holding a mobile phone with a blinking red light indicating a missed call or a message. She wasn’t used to anyone sleeping next to her with a displeased face but she understood that the phone must have woken him up. Sophia sighed. That wouldn’t put him in all that good enough mood to shovel out some cash here shortly. She mumbled an apology as she grabbed the phone and slid out from between the sheets in all her glory as her partner began his ritual of morning duties. The first thing she noticed was the text message. As much as she disliked this Stephano, for she’d seen him in action with a girl that was not Maddie, she was happy he wasn’t dead. Then Maddie would never get over him. At least with him being alive and cheating whore she’d get over him when the broke up. It was only a matter of time. But he was awake, and Maddie was ecstatic. She had a few missed calls from her and a voice message. She listened to the voice message as she turned the bath water on to a temperature she was comfortable with. Sophia hummed a random tune as she waited for the bathwater to fill and typed back a response.


That is good news, baby girl! <3
I’ll make my way over that way
as soon as I can. Love ya.
Sophie<3

iwannsingSophia’s bath wasn’t as eventful as it normally was when she spent the night with Chris, the man from earlier. It was most likely because his sleep was interrupted by the phone call and now he’d be in a mood that did not go into Sophia’s favor. Chris may not have been rich, or from a rich family, but he was well off. Well off enough to support Sophia for a good three days before he had to ‘suddenly’ go off on a work conference. He must enjoy her company or he wouldn’t want her to come back even if she overspent the allowance he gave her. The sad thing about Chris was that he wasn’t even all that attractive. He was just your basic everyday Joe. There was nothing special about his looks. He wasn’t particularly strong. He just. . . was. For Sophia it worked. She got what she wanted and he got what he wanted. It didn’t matter much to her if he suddenly said something to the effect of “it’s over”, mostly because, as people always say, there are more fish in the sea. Sophia was quite the fishermen. . .woman, whatever you want to call her. She could reel anyone in with her looks alone. After that it didn’t take much more work. Just a sway of the hips, a simple touch and she was going back to someone’s place.

iwannasingThings seemed to end up like that a lot more often here recently. She hadn’t been spending time with Maddie as much as she used to, as much as she wanted to. But the girl was always off doing. . “Maddie” things. Most of the time it was to sit like a good housewife by Stephano’s hospital bed clutching that hand of his. Sophia used to go with her to visit as often as she wanted to. She knew that Maddie really loved him, though he was hardly worth it. It wasn’t that Sohpia didn’t want to visit anymore, it was just that. . . Who are we kidding? Of course Sophia didn’t want to visit anymore. She made herself busy to keep from Maddie begging her to go with her. Though, now that she had Trent to go with things seemed to be settled down a bit. Now she could hang out with her best friend as often as she pleased. . . as long as she wasn’t attached to that hospital bed by the hip. Sophia wasn’t jealous, she just thought Stephano wasn’t worthy of Maddie. What with his womanizer reputation. And his lack to go a day without a good party. It just didn’t make sense for clueless, wedding obsessed Maddie to be with a party-animal jerk like Stephano. The two personalities just didn’t match. Regardless though, Maddie was in love and Sophia had to support her even if she didn’t exactly agree.

iwannasingThe water got cold. How long had she been in this bathtub?! She lifted up a hand and the wrinkled fingers wiggled back at her. She sighed to herself for losing track of time. She stood up and showered off the cold water and washed her hair. She walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She didn’t see Chris anywhere, but she smelt food. Hopefully he ordered room service. If he didn’t, she’d order it anyway. “Hmm. Smells like someone splurged on room—Damn.” In the living area of the hotel room, there was a cart of food, but no Chris. She sighed as she noticed a note leaning on a single rose in a vase. She picked it up and read it quickly. “Baby, sorry I left without a goodbye, but you didn’t answer me when I knocked on the bathroom door. I have to leave soon for a work conference. I’ve left you some money on the end table to help you out while I’m gone. The hotel room has been paid for, for an extra week. Enjoy. –Chris” Sophia shrugged and crumpled up the note. She threw it in the trash before she walked back into the bedroom part of the hotel and looked for the money he was talking about. It was in an envelope with her name neatly scribbled on the cover, well, as neat as a scribble can be. She was mildly surprised he remembered her name. She had only ever heard him call her “Baby”. She counted the money and smiled to herself. He had given her more than he had ever given her. Out of some form of curiosity, she wondered if he got a raise or a promotion. In the end she realized it didn’t matter much to her and she needed to get ready.

iwannasingSophia owned a very small apartment. It was in a nice neighborhood and the rent was cheap enough. Cheap enough to be supported by her job alone. She hadn’t had enough time here recently to go and unload the things she got with the help of Chris. Though if she had she’d have to go back to the apartment to change. And that would waste too much time. She did have some money burning a hole in an envelope. Without much trouble she dug in a few of her shopping bags and pulled out something stylish yet reasonable for the weather. She ate the food that had been brought by the room service after she grabbed the envelope and shoved it in her purse. She didn’t spend too much time gathering a few of her items, even if sunglasses were a little unnecessary. They did look good on her. . . She walked out of the hotel room, making sure she had the key card in her purse, and out to the lobby. She called a taxi and told him which hospital to go to. There was polite conversation about who she was going to visit. But it was all unimportant. She looked out the window and took down mental notes on what shops to visit when she was done with her official best friend duties.

iwannasingIf Stephano was truly awake, and she didn’t think so, she had read about coma patients who can open and close their eyes randomly for no reason at all. Some even spoke, though not coherently. If anything, Maddie was overreacting. And Sophia would have to show up and console her friend. She was already stinging words together that would put Maddie’s mind at ease. Though, if he really were awake. . . She wasn’t sure she’d be able to go to work. What with hanging around Maddie during a tough time. She was a friend first before anything. She was sure her boss would not enjoy that. He didn’t like when anyone took off work. The place she worked wasn’t cheap establishment. It wasn’t a place where the girls where high on cocaine twenty four seven, though Sophia wouldn’t put it past a few girls. You could tell when someone dabbled in the dark substance. Her boss would have to find someone to cover her time slot, since Sophia never spoke to any of the other girls . . . or guys that worked there for that matter. She didn’t spend much of anytime getting to know any one of her fellow employees. To her that would be a waste of time. She barely had enough time to hang around the one person she liked enough to be her friend. She wouldn’t have any time to hang out with people of less interest to her. Much less the place was full of liars anyway. Her boss was one big liar. “I promise you get to sing” Yadda, yadda, yadda. She hasn’t been on that stage other to take of her clothes. The taxi stopped and jerked her out of her thoughts. She was slightly upset with herself for being lost in her thoughts. What if she passed a store she hadn’t visited before? She mumbled a few choice words at her stupidity and paid the driver.

iwannasingShe knew where the room was, even if she hadn’t have been there for a while. While she walked down the hallways she ignored the nurses who stared at her hair or mumbled questions at her. Sophia could look quite intimidating if she wanted too. If she looked like she had a place to go and she belonged there, then no one would ask her any questions unless they didn’t care what she looked like. She passed a sick child who let out a very loud “Whoa!” when the kid noticed Sophia’s hair. She often got that remark. In all honesty, her hair was just that color for her to stand out. You’d be shocked how many other people where after someone who could pay their bills. Sophia had to win the race somehow. Some of the girls were just as pretty, if not more than her. It’s just how she lived. Learn to stand out, never sleep alone. The room number popped itself out of the wall when she noticed it and she could have swore that she heard some kind of talking and coughing, but maybe it was some other room. She turned the door handle and walked in. For a moment she paused. He seemed to be sitting up and moving . . . obviously lucid. She couldn’t hide her confused face, and honestly she didn’t want to. “I guess Sleeping Beauty really did wake up. . .” She wasn’t sure what else to say. She was just shocked. She, of all people, didn’t believe he’d wake up. Even if he had a fast healing record. He fell from a window, a really high window. She’d guess he’d never wake up and she’d have to hold Maddie’s hand while they pulled the plug.

iwannasingThen it hit her. Where the hell were the nurses? Maddie most likely just called her and Trent and forgot all about calling the nurses. Sophia sighed and stuck her head out of the door. “Nurse! Doctor! A coma patent just woke up.” She didn’t know who was Stephano’s doctor at the time, but hopefully that would call someone. And it did, very quickly. She was shoved out of the way when a nurse came rushing in the room. She quickly checked over Steaphano mumbling something about him being in perfect health and that it was unbelievable. Sophia shrugged to herself and walked to stand beside Maddie. Who just looked highly ecstatic. She was happy for Maddie, yes, because Maddie was happy. Though she wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. Sophia watched the nurse get Stephano a cup of water and watched him greedily drink it down. “Oh, so that’s why he was coughing. . .” It didn’t shock Sophia that Maddie was no help. The blonde female normally wasn’t. She wasn’t even sure if Maddie called Trent, who to Sophia’s knowledge as paying Stephano’s hospital bill. “Maddie, did you call Trent too? He’d be happy to know his friend woke up. . .” She let her question hang in the air while the nurse checked over Stephano again. With any luck at all, Maddie could rip her eyes away from Stephano and answer. A hug wouldn’t hurt either. . .

[midgetminion]

I know some shits so hard to swallow//And I just can't sit back and wallow- In my own sorrow//

Tяєɳтσɳ Zαcɧαяץ Cαvєs
★ ★ ★S U R V I V O R // V I C T I M★ ★★
The Popular

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But I know I'll be one tough act to follow//Here today, gone tomorrow//

As the course of the committee meeting continued on, Trenton couldn't help but continue have his mind drifting to other subjects. He still couldn't come up with who would try to kill his buddy. Madeleine was already crossed off the list, but then there was her blue haired friend- Sophia. He typically didn't hang out with the female too much, unless it was because she was around Maddie. Though it wasn't even like he was best friends with the clueless blonde either. They just shared a common link- Stephano. So you know it was a little strange when he was stuck around both the female's when they would make trips to the hospital. There was just something about Sophia that made him think that she didn't care too much for Steph. Or at least it seemed like back when his friend was awake, the party-animal didn't seem too fond of her. Trent technically didn't have much against the girl, other than the fact that he was afraid she would realize that her friend was being cheated on. But you can't hate a girl for having common sense. But there was one thing he knew, the girl could dance. At least the times he caught sight of her at that last party, she was winding it nicely. At least the blue hair cynic could be sexy when she wanted to be.

All of that was besides the point. Now he found himself wondering why the heck hadn't the police figured out who it was who was out to get Sephano in the first place. Trent was actually worried that if they didn't figure out someone soon, then they would try to blame it on his friend's drunkeness which caused him to just stumble out of a window. Surely it wouldn't come down to it, but there was always that chance. Then again, knowing their city's police department, if they didn't crack the case soon, they would probably just pin it on the first person that came to their mind. Sure, it could potentially ruin their life and reputation, but who cares, at least they would have a name to release to the public. Yeah, Trenton still had some issues with the police ever since his record had been tarnished because of them. Deep down inside, he figured that they only had a few competent people, and that's only if you get on their good side. Out of the ones he had a run-in with during the cruise craziness, he figured that Detective Jones and Parkerson, as well as Officer Vector were alright. Though he still didn't fully trust Parkerson, since he couldn't shove memories of the interrogation room over a year ago. While he didn't make that much of a connection with Vector, but he thought Piran was pretty cool.

Perhaps it was because the other kept in contact with him? Or maybe something to do with the fact that the blonde that the shorter detective was the cutest out of the three. Who cares if there were a few years in between there ages. It was simply easier to forget about the other's age two summer's ago because of how playful he was. In fact, there were times in the past that he had wanted to drop by and see the other, yet the complications of the Bishop's death made him figure that it would be best to stay away from the police department. There was still the occasional message online though, which was better than nothing. 'I wonder how he's doing now?' crossed the college student's mind. One of his hands had even moved to his hoodie pocket, tempted to pull out his cell. A text couldn't hurt, right? Then again, if the detective was still working the type of cases he had been doing when TC first met him, then that probably meant that he was busy. After all, who hadn't heard about the mass suicides lately? Only people who lived under a rock since it was all over the news and those tabloids that you'd see on racks as you were in line at stores.

Deciding against it, Trenton returned his hand to the table top, so both of his forearms could rest on the surface. His arms lazily crossing as he was more slouched now. He couldn't help but think that the outlining process was rather boring. Especially since they previously been over this. Oh well, it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it. He just couldn't wait till they actually visited the festival site. Behind's the scene work was more interesting than just talking about it. Besides, the first even of the festival was the parade, which his group had no part in. That was something he knew that a number of band geeks who were involved in it would be enthusiastic about, but not him. However, he would admit that some of the dancers that he recalled being in the parade last year were pretty hot. Now all he could do was hope that out of all of those schools that had deaths happen, that the people dying weren't in charge of the parade- or else the opening act would be memorable for all the wrong reasons. 'I know Steph would get a kick out of it if the parade was an epic failure,' he smirked to himself.

He was taken out of his thoughts by the door suddenly opening. Shifting his blue eyes towards the entry way, he noticed that it was that guy who was usually seem writing stuff down by himself. What was his name again? It was "A"-something, that he knew for sure. Andy maybe? Or was it Arnold. Oh well, he knew for a fact that his last name had "wood" in it, which made him dub the other "Woody" in his mind. Even now, the brunette walked in carrying his journal, which caused Trent to roll his eyes as he sarcastically said, "What, did you over sleep or something?" Teasing the other gave his mind something else to think about before he could start feeling down about the fact his comatose friend was going to miss the festival this year. However, the writer's vague response made his comment not as much fun. What was up with that guy? Honestly, he didn't see why the male bothered even coming to their college if he didn't talk to a lot of people. Trent figured he would have been better off taking college courses online or something.

A vibration on the lower side of his stomach instantly yanked his thoughts away from Woody. 'It must be Maddie,' he silently supposed as he casually leaned back in his seat again, feeling yet another vibration. Oh, so it wasn't a text, but a call. "I gotta take this," he said standing from his desk, not carrying that he was interrupting anyone. "Can't this wait five more minutes?" the instructor over the committee quizzed? "Not really," Trent supposed as he made his way to the door, answering the phone. Before he could even get the full word Hello out, Maddie was already talking. As the male passed through the doorway, he couldn't help but repeat more to himself "Steph's awake?" His blue eyes grew in size as he couldn't help but be only half listening to the sentence that followed since he took off running to get the parking lot. He had been waiting for his friend to wake up for well over a week now, so to find out that it had actually happened made him unsure of how to react.

He could hear coughing in the background, which made him wonder if that was Stephano. Yet, it sounded like the girl had told someone to say 'hi'. "If this is a joke, man, it's not funny," he said as he pushed the doors that separated him from the outside world open. He was glad that the party-animal had awoken, however he wasn't even sure if the other would be okay. What if he had amnesia and didn't even remember that they were friends. Or what if it turned out that Stephano was paralyzed from the legs down? Instantly, he shook that thought away, not wanting to believe that something like that could ever happen. He had to stop with these pessimistic thoughts. He would simply trust that the girl was telling the truth. "I'm on my way- just...just give me, uh, seven minutes." he said as he quickly ran the numbers of how quickly he could get to the hospital. Since the college was downtown, like the hospital, it usually was only ten minutes away, if you caught the red-lights. He didn't hang up the phone as he got into the driver's seat of his silver sports car, swiftly turning it on with one hand. He just wanted to hear, for himself, that his close friend was seriously awake. He wanted him to say something, anything. Yet hated that he wouldn't be able to see him in person until a few minutes.

But you have to walk a thousand miles in my shoesXXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXXXXXjust to see what it's like to be me || I'll be you, let's trade shoes

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXjust to see what it'd be like to || Feel your pain, you feel mine

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXgo inside each other's mind || just to see what we find

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLook at s**t through each other's eyes

[Gwendylyyn]

Modeling, For Your Pleasure

Charlotte XOXOX Sittrine XOXOX Farris
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XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXI want to swim away, but don't know how
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOSometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the waves up, take me down
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the rain of what I feel right now come down
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the rain
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOcome
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOdown. . .

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Charlotte let her eyes roam over the mirrors around her, smile bringing the corners of her mouth up as her eyes wandered over the dress wrapped about her form. She felt like a goddess in Frescha's designs, and with him buzzing about her to make sure that everything fit just right, it was like she had been placed on a pedestal. She loved this feeling. It wasn't that the woman was self-centered, far from it, but the feeling of knowing everyone is interested in your opinion and how good you look... it definitely brought her low spirits up to a high point.

Standing there, Charlotte could let herself believe that nothing else mattered, just for a little while. It wasn't true, and she'd be calling her mother after she got done to make sure that Anexander had enjoyed his lunch and was still feeling okay, but she could let herself put that away for just a little while. The only downside Charlotte could ever see when she was in these meetings was that Rebecca would never be the one running around her again, and that was enough to kill her smile for a moment. Jason cocked his head questioningly, a frown touching his countenance, and Charlotte simply shook her head. "Just thinking about something. It's nothing." Frescha immediately stopped what he was doing, looking up at Charlotte from where he had been tailoring a hem at the side of the dress. "You all right, Charlotte, dear? You let me know if you need a break, okay?" She smiled, shaking her head. This man was really working his way into being her new favorite designer. He was much more interested in the well-being of his models than many others seemed to be. A lot of the designers saw their models simply as the pretty face for their gorgeous clothing. "No, no. I'm quite all right. I love this dress, by the way." He beamed up at her. "It loves you, Charlotte, dear. I'm thinking we might pull your hair up in a light bun for this one, the kind that leaves some of your tresses just about your face, and a couple dangling in the back. Your pale skin would really help to bring out the blue that way, I think."

Charlotte smiled and gave a nod, knowing her movements to pull at her hair, modeling the style would be enough to let him know she liked the idea. She glanced over at Jason again, her smile growing as she noticed he was back to that pleased expression he so often wore when they were at these things. She could never imagine having a different agent. Jason has been here for her since day one of her modeling career, and he'd been such a big part of her life. He was, really, like a father to her. Normally, mixing her home life with work was something she would never imagine doing, but Jason was a different story entirely. The few times he couldn't be around for her meetings and shows, he was only a quick call away, and it meant she never had to worry about being pushed into something she did not want to do. If she were ever to find herself looking for a relationship, she was sure she'd be looking for some of his same qualities in the person she was with.

Turning to take a look at the hem Frescha had just finished up, Charlotte felt a light shudder run down her spine. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she did know she wasn't going to be very happy. Biting her inner lip, she took a silent breath, hoping neither Frescha or Jason noticed. Turning her head back to take a look in the mirrors, she let a smile work its way upon her lips... and then it was gone. She knew who the woman was the moment she stepped through the doors, and her smile turned forced as she turned back to look at Brittanya. There weren't many people who could make her stomach twist the way it did whenever she saw this woman, and Jason knew it. He came up to place a light hand upon her arm, pretending to help her down from the platform Frescha used to give him easier access to the hems on his designs.

Charlotte was ready to tell the woman that, yes, she was interrupting, so she would appreciate just having the message and then Brittanya could leave, but she wasn't even given the chance. Her forced smile stayed in place, though she swallowed hard, and Jason gave her arm a light squeeze. She knew modeling could be a cutthroat business, and she had seen how people could be in the past. She wasn't one of those people, though, and Brittanya seemed to be one of the worst. "Aw, thank you, Britty! We're just making sure Charlotte's pieces are finished up before the line. I know she's going to be busy for the next couple days, so I figured I would get all taken care of today." The man tossed an apologetic glance back at Charlotte, making his way over to the other woman to give her a light kiss toward each cheek. Charlotte's eyes moved to the designs that had been placed back on their racks at one side of the room, and bit her inner lip as she noticed the ones that were not a part of the upcoming line. She hoped Brittanya wouldn't notice, not wanting further drama if the woman were to realize that Charlotte was already being tailored into another line.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte let her smile become a bit more relaxed. At least she could take solace in the fact that, despite whatever Brittanya might have been trying to pull behind the scenes, Charlotte's career hadn't lost much in the process. There were a couple newer designers who were being a bit more reserved than they had at the beginning, but all of her older clients had kept to business as usual. "He's done an amazing job with all of these. You said you had a message for me, though?" Asking the question, Charlotte's ears perked for her response, but her head turned for a moment as she heard the light chime of her phone from behind the shield where she had been changing across the room. She knew it was probably just her mother letting her know that she had made it to the hospital like she did every day, but her curiosity bugged at her nonetheless. Deciding it could wait, she turned back to Brittanya with a smile, waiting for whatever the girl had to say.

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[HimakoLady15]

It's all fun and games until...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKyle Matthew Carson

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSomeone gets hurt, then it's hilarious.

Kyle sat crossed legged on his bed, lost in his thoughts. Things had gone south on the boat a year ago. Orion was killed, and he landed himself in this place. This place would be a mental hospital. Apparently, he wasn’t safe to be in society anymore. At first, he didn’t mind it. Lollipop boy would come and visit, and Kyle was able to fight the darkness that he felt surrounding him. One day, the playful Piran was simply gone. As the months passed and still no Piran, he lost the battle and his mind had been taken over by the darkness. He wasn’t completely evil yet, expect when it came to Parkerson. It was his fault that he was in here. It was Parkerson’s fault that Orion was dead. Why couldn’t he just leave everything alone? Those people couldn’t handle every day life; Orion was doing them a favor in killing them. He was giving some of them the peace they wanted and longed for.

He laid on his back. It seemed like everyday presented a new struggle for him to deal with. First, it was the aura sight. He couldn’t mention, that to people without getting a strange look or two. It seemed like that gift was getting stronger everyday. Before, the colors were light and barely visible. As time had passed, the colors had grown brighter, and now he could see the colors everywhere. There were days when he wished Orion was around to explain some of the colors and patterns he was seeing. Like with that caretaker’s apprentice. What was her deal? Why did she have two colors? The only explanation he could come up with was multiple personality disorder, and she could have a case of it. She had two completely different mindsets it seemed like.

Then it was the new roommate who only talked via his stuffed animals. Somedays, he was tempted to ruin a few of them to see what he would do. But most of the time, he enjoyed the little one. He was fun and liked to play games like Kyle did. He was a kindred soul. Of course, Kyle took his games a little to the extreme, and Lyon only like little kid games like hide-and-seek. He could be corrupted through into playing his games.

Lastly, he had been having dreams. Usually, he won’t think twice about his dreams, but these were different. Orion was the star, and he was alive again. It was strange. He couldn’t remember all of the dreams, but he knew that he was going to be leaving this place. His ticket out was going to be that second color of the apprentice, the Personality. Of course, Lyon will be coming with him as well his little ticket out. Soon, he will be able to have his revenge on Parkerson. Don’t think he didn’t forget about Ken either. Ken was the one who shot him because of his little role. That didn’t make him happy either. Of course, Ken was only a secondary target compared to Parkerson. Parkerson was the one who cause this whole problem to exist.

“Lyon, what are you doing today?” he asked, looking over at his roommate. Maybe they could play a game to pass the time.

[Twankiie]

cameracamera

>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● ’Beep, beep, beep, beep’ The microwave went off as the time that had been set on it finished and the meal inside, if it could be called a meal, was now completely cooked. Well… There was his fully prepared breakfast… and if he wanted to be really healthy, he could grab an apple out of the fridge—but that would only happen if he was really hunger. Today; he’d probably take the apple—and a bottle of mountain dew. You couldn’t look down on him for this kind of breakfast. At least it wasn’t a Twix bar instead of a cheeseburger. What the people he knew online called the ‘breakfast of champions’. He only ate like that on Sunday mornings—maybe once a month, if that often at all—that is. He surely ate more like that back in high school. It was little habits like that that made him avoidable back then. He didn’t shower as much, so he always smelt of chemicals and personal smells, his hair was greasy, it was longer and not cut in a ‘fashionable’ sense at all. Back in high school, Craig hadn’t cared much about his appearance at all. That’s probably why he was viewed as a weirdo back then—or… if not a weirdo, was just avoided and picked on. It was only over the summer before he started college that he had his ‘makeover’. It was thanks to the internet that he looked like he did now. One of the forums that he frequented… he posted his picture on and then asked for advice and just look what came out of a little help from some online friends.

Okay, scratch that. It was a lot of help from online friends who even came and paid him a visit over the break just because of how much of an emergency this was. It was after that, during the early part of summer that he’d actually met Michelle. He’d been meeting a lot of people with this ‘makeover’, but she had something that the rest of them didn’t. Creativity and the ability to ruin people’s lives and not care. He knew that was exactly what he needed—after she’d given some examples. It was the perfect way to get back at Madeleine and her friend for what they said…. The girl was so scatterbrained though. He knew he’d seen her before on campus, but they haven’t spoken since high school… and the people that picked on him now were the same ones from back then, but now… he wasn’t picked on for greasy hair, but for ‘being a freak that tries to look normal’. He still smelt of chemicals as the smell from the dark room would hang onto clothes for dear life, but he didn’t smell like them quite as often since he stuck to digital most of the time.

The brunette placed his hand on the door of the microwave and pulled it open. He reached his hand in and pulled out the burger before he shut the microwave again. The plastic wrapping around the food was already opened, he just needed to pull it down before he took a bite out of it. And as if it had been waiting, his phone went off as it received another message just as the burger was brought away from his lips. His shoulders tensed up in surprise as the quiet of the house was broken so instantly, but within the next few moments, his shoulders dropped down to hand normally. Craig walked over to an empty counter place and set his burger down on the counter. He reached into his pocket to look at the phone. It was exactly who he figured it would be from. Michelle was practically the only person that had his phone number. Aside from his dad… and his uncle on his father’s side.
His blue eyes ran over the message and Jensen paused for a moment to think before he hit the reply button. What did he even know about the clueless that Michelle didn’t know? I mean, he could figure it out easy enough if he found her online information…. But… damn it. Why didn’t he think of doing an information gather before just now? Ah! He’d just hack into her phone again before he went to see Michelle and see if he could dig up anything. He opened up a reply message to the reporter:

I’ll be there in a few.
Just need to clean up.
And I’ve got something
really good

--Craig

The moment after he sent it, he froze. Why? Why would he say that? Why would he say he had some good dirt on her when he hadn’t learned anything new since the last time he spoke with Micky? He wasn’t like her. He wasn’t good at digging up dirt or thinking of where to get dirt from—or what was considered dirt. He was a failure of a villain… Good thing he was going to kill himself. After he saw her suffer, then he would do it just to make the pain and guilt all the more terrible. Maybe he’d even get someone to blame it on her in a damning deep voice of some kind, like telling her how rotten of a person she is because she let him go in his time of need just because he was an alcoholic—wait… shoot. That was from some book with the pickle barrel… He couldn’t copy someone else’s damning, deep voiced suicide. Craig slid his phone back into his pocket and then picked up his burger. He took another bite of out of before he walked off towards his computer. He needed to get into Madeleine’s phone now and pray to god that there was something good in there he could bring in to Michelle. He proceeded with his coding to get into the phone before his eyes widened and the messages that went in and out of the phone as of late. He froze in place while his eyes stayed open, staring at the screen. She couldn’t be serious.

No. When it came to the party animal, she was always serious, sadly.

Jen shut the window before he stood up. His flicked the computer monitor off before he headed off to his room quickly to change into clothes that didn’t smell so strongly of chemicals. He’d still have that air around him, but it wouldn’t be quite as powerful to the untrained nose. Craig slid his wallet into his pocket before he went to the dresser-type deal in his closet which wasn’t for clothes… but for cameras, lenses, and everything related. He grabbed out his video camera as well as the safe travel bag and two extra batteries. He put five recordable disks in side, he was always safer as opposed to sorry. He never wanted to be without the camera. If he let it die on him… It would almost be like his own heart had just stopped.

Craig headed back down the stairs quickly and for the front door. He pulled the sagging jeans up a bit so he could slide on his black and purple sneakers. He opened the door and just before he ran out, he stopped. There was a box. A box. When he picked it up, it had his name on it. What the hell—and it was from the Olympus people. His jaw slowly dropped open in disbelief. ”You… You’re not supposed to leave this stuff out! What if it was cold and got ruined? O-or what if someone stole it? Shame on you!” He growled over-dramatically at the male person who wasn’t even there anymore. He slammed the door shut by accident which in turn brought him to become startled by the loud shock he hadn’t been expecting. He turned on his heels to face the door again and hit the lock before he ran upstairs so he could unpack his new camera and switch out his video camera for this one. God! It was like Christmas! Though Santa never would have done such a bad job at delivery—but still. His heart pounded in his chest with excitement as he took the exactoblade to the taped edges of the package. The sound of the plastic ripping was like music to his ears he could hardly stand still while he pulled the box open to see his camera in it’s own little packaged box. It was almost ten minutes later that he had his new camera packed up and ready to go and his video camera supplies back to where they were supposed to be. So maybe he wasn’t gonna be at the parade/rendezvous point as soon as he thought—but he was on his way now with his brand new camera.

Craig slid his back over his shoulder and this time for real, he headed out the front door. He locked it behind him before he went to the garage. He punched in the code to their automatic garage door opener and he waited for it to go up high enough before he stepped in. All the way along the back wall was his ride. A bike with a nice little spot on the back of the seat that was safe with straps for his camera bag. He’d had this bike since the beginning of high school. He strapped his camera bag in, making sure that the strap wasn’t sticking out anywhere to get caught before he led it out of the garage. After he was out, he shut the garage door and he headed off to the parade site. He’d be there quickly… but he didn’t know how he’d find Michelle. So… when he got to the site, he parked his bike, locked it up, then sent her a quick text:

I’m here.

--Craig

After that, he went back to his bike to remove his camera bag just to wait for a reply from the reporter with no idea where to start looking for her. He wasn’t a very good Sherlock either… when it came down to it. He was just good with a viewfinder and computer.

xxxxThe camera cannot lie, but it can be an accessory to untruth.xxxx

ramalamabangbang

[- - mary had a lil xCLOWN]

T H E drug♦♦dealer ♣

[********]

I'M JUST A KID CALLED Timmy Marcus Allaman ♧
♦♦ but I got dubbed, Pretty Boy in my gang



xx xx xx so leave us alone
when we're riding high
mister police
xx xxain't hurting no onexx xx xx
xx xx xx
When Ken asked what else they needed, Timmy listed about three things in total. Cereal, junk food and soft drink. Fruits and vegetables were in the “if he happened to end up in that section and was bored”. The male wasn’t a health nut. He always figured he was probably going to die young, no matter what he did. An unhealthy diet wasn’t going to change that too soon. “Fruit and vegetables?” He murmured to himself like they were things he had never heard of before. Ken was weird. For someone in their line of work, Ken was just odd. But maybe Timmy wasn’t one to judge. He was far from the drug dealers he’d met in his life time. And that was a lot. They didn’t exactly have weekly meetings to discuss things but if you sold at the wrong corner or at the wrong party. You’d know. They tell you. Timmy learnt that the hard way. A few bumps, bruises and threats. He learnt his lesson enough times. He did work hard to show them he wasn’t some kid to push around. But most of the regulars tended to see him as a joke anyways. ‘Pretty Boy’ they nicknamed him in his gang. It was annoying to him, but he figured it was better then some of the other nicknames he’d heard in his time. He asked them once why they called him that and apparently it was due to his tattoo less, clean shaven and suburban boy looks.

He said he didn’t want anything, which was fine really. There was nothing? Oh wait. Timmy fingered the small can in the corner of the shelf. A can of baked beans. When the hell was the last time he bought baked beans? Timmy heard his cousin talking about needing stuff and that he didn’t have to go. He nodded. Although, he was trying to distract himself with where the baked beans come from. Yeah. No matter how hard he tried. He knew that baked beans wasn’t going to turn into the money he needed or the escape he wanted. But maybe they were really old and the tin was special and he could sell it. Once again he heard Ken speak and he looked over to them. Why was he pushing this list thing? Timmy shook his head. Why was he questioning that today? Really. He knew Ken enough to know he was trust worthy enough. ‘Damn paranoia’ He walked back and placed the can of baked beans by his bowl. “Guess we could make a list” He said as he chewed his lip, the can of baked beans wasn’t going to feed them. They needed food. Might as well bite the bullet, figuratively of course.

Ken next question was there plans today Timmy’s cousin was the first to answer. She was going shop and then a few other bits. He actually liked his cousin. Out of her plans there were no boys, no make up and no needless shopping for clothes. Timmy was a little bit protective, but its not like he had to worry much. The girl could hold her own. He hoped she’d come to her if she was in trouble. Although he had enough going on, his family was important. If he was alone, he would have scoffed to him. His family got him into this mess, more specifically his brother. It was prrof of how much they meant to him though. Only downside, Jamz mentioned the festival. Man, he only had until the end of that. Then… Well. He didn’t want to think about it. Time limit was not cool. He either needed to find who robbed him, or find a way to get some quick cash. A small rolled of his shoulders and he focused back on his cereal for a second. “Well, guess we are going groceries shopping. Then, I need to see some friends. Then maybe we’ll meet back at with Jamz before Festival, alright with you Ken?” Timmy asked his friend, since really, he didn’t care so much about the festival or meeting up with his cousin. But it was something. Timmy just knew he had to meet up with some friends. Who were far from but he needed to get some information. Like if anyone heard anything about some drugs being sold by a new dealer or if they had any small jobs he could do to gain some fast money. If he couldn’t get his drugs back he still needed the money he would earn from selling them. It would hide what happened hopefully.

He finished off his cereal before he dumped the bowl in the sink. Ken was allowed to be around when he met his friends but Timmy also conversed privately. He didn’t want his friend to know everything. In truth, he didn’t want Ken knowing anything, but it was harder to find an excuse to get rid of him then it was to say, ‘Wait by the car. I’ll be back’. It was for Timmy anyways. Plus maybe he felt safer knowing if it went bad, Ken could jump in and help. Not like he depended on the guy or needed his protection. Ken just looked tougher then Timmy and he knew that. Plus, it seemed like he had back up then. Despite Timmy not explaining it to Ken at all. Once the bowl was dumped in the sink he felt the need to check his phone. He searched his pockets until he found the phone. The phone was surprisingly tucked into his jacket pocket. It was his favorite jacket, he quickly checked his messages and noticed her had a few. He replied to each of them carefully until he came to Dax's. The boy wanted more. Timmy had to run a quick thought. Did he have any of Dax's usual left? Maybe a little bit. He thumbed the keys with much focus.


'To: Dax
I have some company.
But will be leaving soon.
Wait at end of my hall?
I'll figure something out.'



With the message sent and his phone tucked away, Timmy wiped his hands on the front of his shirt then glanced over the two others in the apartment. “I’m ready when you guys are” He stated, grocery shopping was never a highlight of the day for Timmy so he would be happy to get it done and over with. Plus, he needed to get them out of the apartment before Dax showed up. Maybe he could walk them down the hall, say he forgot something, tell them to go ahead and then sort Dax out. Timmy just couldn't let Dax down. He was going to be giving the boy the last of his supply. He hoped it would suffice. No one wants to lose a regular customer.


xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx the city's asleep
xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xxand the world is mine
xx xx xx we hide and go seek xx xx xx

xx x and you know they'll never, ever, ever find usxx x

[Mephreyu_Ansom]

Gяαнαm Lєnzσ Ellιs

Can I just be something, Somewhere in your room,
That you won't notice. Maybe I'll be paper,
Or books thrown on your floor, Move me when you want to.
I'll live where you put me, In your VCR,
If I become a cassette.

Graham had to admit he did miss working back home. He lived close to his family. This was nice for a guy like him where family played an important role. He got to hang out with his siblings on his time-off or breaks... But he wasn’t solely a family type of guy.. Nah, he enjoyed hanging out with his few friends too. He had a few close friends simply from the fact some couldn’t handle his constant superstitious qualities. When he was younger he was a full believer in the; ‘Don’t Step on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back’. There was a time someone who was teasing him did step on a crack, but he didn’t believe Graham when he said what was going to happen. She ended up tripping down the stairs and breaking her back, though not seriously she was confined to her bed for about two months. Everyone else in the neighborhood brushed the incident off as a fluke… Graham took it to heart. “I told you so!” he remembered saying when the other guy returned to school the next day.. Sure it ended up giving the lanky boy a black eye at the time. But over the years he’s learned that some things are better left unsaid… Like when his sister died. He had to hold his tongue to stop himself from saying the signs were all there.. Did it matter though? No. She was already dead and it was all too late. Nothing could’ve been done to bring her back, no dark arts or alchemy could’ve undone the mess the criminal created.

Did they ever catch the criminal? To his knowledge no. He could be out there still murdering kids just to rob a house of a few diamonds for all Graham knew.. Or maybe he was dead and his body was never found so the cops had no records.. Either way Graham tried not to let his family’s tragedy stay on his mind for too long or else he wouldn’t get any work done. There had been times in highschool he’d stayed up late recreating the crime in a journal sketching out the floor plans of his house (badly at that), a stick figure to represent people times were written in bullets to say where the family members were at the allocated time… He was so engrossed in his work his sophomore year that he was disappointed to remember there was still nothing he could have done. He ended up trashing most of the books and papers throwing them into the fireplace later that year only so he could focus on more important things at the time like his grades and trying to get accepted into a college for criminal justice. The one thing he did keep though was a picture of his sister and the date she was pronounced dead on the back of it. It was in his wallet while back in his apartment he had a shoebox of similar things, pictures of victims with their death dates… Some had the date their killer was caught on the back, others were still blank. It was just another quirk on the list of odd habits Graham had. He didn’t know when he started it but he was watching one of the criminal hour specials on TV and one of the cops said they’d done it and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

When the brunette was still by his work locker he received the text from Piran. Maybe it was just his cautious nature. Or the fact that Graham hadn’t gotten out much to meet and greet people while he was here. So if he sounded a tad nervous over the electronic device, one it was typed and a text message doesn’t have a voice on the other side. And two.. Maybe he actually was. Sure if he looked at it as him doing something sneaky he would continue to stay nervous… But if he thought of this as just part of his job and another case, there was the chance he’d get over his fear of potentially getting caught and just do what he was paid to do. Sure he did miss getting out and looking about, he didn’t know why they were getting stuck with some of the gimp cases.. He’d heard word from the other members of the department it had to do with the fact he was new and the cruise ship case. Sure he didn’t know much about the case, Graham had been tempted to read the case file.. Though he didn’t think it would be in his best interest to simply because if he was supposed to know what happened on the ship he would’ve been told and yes Pai had told him some tid-bits. But not all… Plus it wasn’t like Graham as completely into telling stories, he hadn’t even told his partner most of the events that happened in his own life. It was just hard to piece together how to tell people about his life and leave out a major part that explains it all. ‘Yeh My sis was murdered.’ Yep. He just stopped telling people so they wouldn’t have to give him the pity look.


‘Hah you say so.. Well I just got here…
Guess I’ll be running into you sooner…
Or later. I’m gonna just go with the sooner.’


With the message to Piran off and sent. The superstitious was off reading his horoscope. He had to say it concerned him a bit. Did that mean he was supposed to go to the festival or not.. And if he was supposed to go was he hypothetically allowed to work… Or was he going to have to be detached from the situation and not work at all and it will just fall into his lap like money in a fake parade… Graham thought on this for a while only to be thrust back into with a jolt to his backside as someone wrapped themselves around them. If he hadn’t heard the squeal a few seconds before and matched the voice with the face Graham may’ve been too shocked to think rationally. When asked about a case a part of Graham thought the Chief had finally issued them one, only to hear the rest of the question and answer with an, “Eh… no..” Though he did wish he had a case, and then he could keep his mind at bay. “I was just reading something before I was going to figure why my check bounced…” Since they’d been working together for a while he was sure the shorter male knew that the ‘something’ was his horoscope. He was wondering if he should tell Pai, just to forewarn the male if he wasn’t at his peak condition. It seemed like something he needed to mention but he was going to hold off at least till he was sure he knew what it meant and had a plan for what he was going to do about it.. Sure he was tempted to check other sites and see if they’d produce the same answer, yet why do that? What if the other sites had different predications then he’d have to worry over the other ones too. The brunette still hadn’t eaten his fortune cookie so he had that to look forward to.

While Piran expressed his disdain for paperwork, Graham was holding in his agreement simply because of the closeness of the other. Sure since he hadn’t told the other male about his older brother Pai didn’t know Graham’s nervousness to the human anatomy, sure it was notable by the tenseness of his skin and he knew from working with the other it was just the way he was and Graham didn’t want to state anything about it but it was bothering him mentally. He tried to ignore this as he focused on the other speaking.. But if he was this close much longer Graham didn’t know what he’d do. ‘Does he think less of me…?’ Graham wondered as he had pieced together his partner’s last statement with ease. Or maybe it was just the fact that Graham was naturally looking for other options that would’ve made him completely overlook what Pai had actually meant in his sentence. Because if he wasn’t listening as closely as he had he would’ve brushed it off and not thought much of it.. It was about then thoughts of what his horoscope said flushed back into his mind and started to make him question if he really was ‘all there’ for work today. He waited for his partner to loosen his grip before he stood up and stretched, “Sure… It’d probably be for the best anyway.” A generic statement at best and one that just seemed to fit nicely for both what had been said and what hadn’t. As he followed into Piran’s office he leaned against the wall he stared up at the ceiling for a bit before bring his eyes back down to look at Pai. “Soo… The last cases?” He couldn’t help but ask in an enticed tone as wonder and curiosity got the better of him.




But things can't be perfect,
All the time, that I know.
Sometimes we just have to let some things go.
I will not say one word, I'll just hang around, I won't annoy you at all.
When you move out I'll stay, Until I'm thrown away,
But then it won't matter.

[- - mary had a lil xCLOWN]

〔 c o m e o n 〕 take a step towards me
so you can 〔 f i g u r e 〕 me out
i've been 〔 h o p i n g 〕 , and 〔 p r a y i n g 〕 for a single way
to show you what i'm all about
and i know, and i know this is the only way of 〔 p l e a s i n g 〕 the crowd
but when this is 〔 o v e r a n d d o n e 〕 with and we walk away
there should be no doubts

Kaelin 〔 S o p h i a 〕 Donaatello

A clean dripping plate was placed on the rack and Kaelin turned to glance at the last of the dishes. Just her cup and a spoon. Sure, her father bought a dishwasher. Kaelin just preferred to wash it by hand. It wasted her time. Something she had too much of. Her phone went of behind her, the girl jumped at the sound of her ringtone. Squeezing her eyes shut and raising her shoulders. A sharp breath in then a relaxed out as she realized it was just her phone. Kaelin found the tea-towel drying her hands on it before she lifted up her phone and opened the new message. It was from Brit. Brit as in the model, as in the girl who was definitely more popular then Linny. The blonde girl felt her heart leap into her throat. Why was Brit messaging her? Did she want something? Did she have the wrong number? Kaelin shook her head. She was freaking out and she hadn’t even read what the other had said. The girl had just seen the name. A deep breath in and out to calm her nerves. Her eyes scanned over the message slowly then three times more. Brit wanted to hang out with her? That was terrifying. Kaelin opened her mouth as she tried to read past the words in the text. Was she sure that message was for her? Maybe Brit meant to send it to someone else. Well, maybe, no definitely! Brit had been nice to her lately. Maybe she wanted to be friends. That’s what Kaelin found herself happy with. Kaelin finally found herself typing the message back. Her fingers shook and each button she swore was harder to push.


’To: Brit
Hi. I was hoping to.
My fathers against it.
I’ll ask him though?
- Kaelin. (:’


That was definitely what she first wrote. There was a lot of editing and re editing. But she hoped it would come of, normal? Kaelin sent it with her eyes closed, just so she wouldn’t have to watch. When her phone went of in her hand, she dropped it. It made a loud crack and she jumped back. The girl was such a… ‘freak’ Kaelin thought with a frown. That’s what a girl had called Kaye when she first attended high school. She bent down and picked up her phone before she opened the message. It was from Hayden. That made Kaelin happy. Hayden said she was good and that she wanted to go to the festival tonight. The one she wasn’t allowed to attend, and the one Brit just asked her if she could go to. Maybe Kaelin could juggle both of them? Hayden could convince her father, and she could go with Hayden. Then they could run into Brit and hang out with her as well. It sounded fool proof to the girl who was soon imagining the popularity of being seen with Brit. Then maybe Hayden, Brit and Kaelin could be best friends. Go shopping and have sleepovers. This could be the start of everything. Kaelin didn’t know if Hayden wanted to be popular. But what girl didn’t? Her mind soon focused back on the text.


’To: Hayden
I’m glad to hear that.
I really, really do!
We should, he has to say yes.
I might go visit him at work.
And ask by myself first.
xx love Kaelin’


With that text sent, Kaelin moved for her home phone and dialled the memorized number of her fathers office. It rung three times before a female voice picked up the phone. “Mr. Donaatello’s office” The way too uptight voice of Mr. Donaatello’s secretary came through the phone and Kaelin struggled for a moment. She could hear the frustration growing for the other so she sucked up the nerves. “H-hi. It’s Kaelin Donaatello. Can I talk to my father?” She stammered slightly as her finger tugged nervously at the phone cord and she heard the woman on the other end change her tune dramatically. Not one ounce of frustration. “Oh. Miss. Donaatello! It’s nice to hear from you. I’m sorry to say this but Mr. Donaatello’s in a meeting at the moment. I can pass him a message though?” The woman now seemed eager to please the blonde girl who despite knowing it was probably so the woman wasn’t fired, wanted to believe she was just being nice. There was a small nod before Kaelin sighed. Of course her father was in a meeting. “Just... I... I’m going to be coming in to see him. That’s all” Kaelin said as her confidence dwindled then she heard the secretary shuffling around. That made her feel even worse, the woman didn’t even want to listen to her.

“Alright Miss. Donaatello. I will pass the message on to Mr. Donaatello right away. Is that all I can help you with?” The woman said, but now she sounded distracted and Linny failed to work out why. But it was all she wanted. The phone conversation could end soon. “Yes. It is” Kaye said quietly, ready to slam the phone down then run. There was a deep breath out from the secretary as if she expected Kaelin to just hang up now. “Goodbye Miss. Donaatello” The woman said slowly, and awkwardly, maybe she wanst used to people waiting for her to say bye before they hung up. “Thank you. Bye” Kaelin managed to get out before she hung up the phone and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. With her cell phone in one hand, she stated the process of locking up and getting ready. It was short, she was pretty much already ready and the house was pretty much locked up. The girl found herself back in the kitchen, the keys to her car were taken off the hook and she gathered a plate of cookies she baked the night before. Maybe people at her fathers worked like cookies. There was no way she would be able to eat them all. Out of the kitchen, through to the entrance and out the front door. It was a longer walk then a normal person would have to endure, but Kaelin’s father liked big things. The girl had a simple silver car. Not one thing special about it. It was her first car, so her father insisted she have some car that wouldn’t matter if it got damaged. So he brought her a brand new car with a price tag way over most people’s first cars.


The plate off cookies was placed on the passenger seat before she strapped herself in and drove carefully away from her home. She new her father would be a little mad about her leaving home, but she knew it would be fine. Her father would pay someone to time how long it was taking her to get to his workplace and if she took too long, he’d called her up and ask where she is. Her father cared about her, maybe a little too much at time.

『xx xx xxthe timid xx xx xx』

[midgetminion]

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Nothing travels faster than light...

...with the possible exception of bad news...

...which follows its own rules.

As Michelle's eyes trailed over her recent news feeds on her facebook, she couldn't help but continue to wonder how she was going to pull it off. "I need to get closer to her," she muttered to herself as the curser was moved towards the search bar at the top of the site. Clicking it, the female's fingers swiftly typed in only three letters before Madeleine's name popped up. That was one of the things she made sure to do from the beginning. right after learning about Craig's dislike for the girl, she had sent out a friend request. The female figured that the Clueless was quite the popular one, which made it that much easier for her to slip into the girl's friend category. She was quite sure that the other would remain clueless to why she wanted access to all of her profile information even now- which made everything easier. As she scrolled down the female's profile, she took mental note of the names that she noticed coming up frequently. One that stuck out to her was Trent's. "I know yooou," she cooed to the screen as if it could respond back to her. She didn't see why this hadn't popped out to her before. Perhaps she could use the rich boy to some advantage for her. 'As long as he's still not sore about that little thing that happened a while ago...' crossed her thoughts as she stared at his short post on her 'wall'.


Text me if you need a ride to the hospital

It had been sent a couple of days ago, but frmo what she saw for more days back, it hadn't been the first time he had suggested they both go to the hospital together. 'To visit her boyfriend...' Of course! Because Trenton Caves and Stephano De Luca were close friends. Best friends, said one of her sources. So now she just had to figure out how to twist this into usable information. Clicking open her notepad on her computer, she opened the last saved file, which was a little list of links already. It started off with Madeleine S., who was the main target of this whole ordeal. Under her name was a short list of things: Age- 18; DOB- Feb. 7th; Clueless and stuck up; best friends with Sophia C.; girlfriend to Stephano DeL. It also had the female's cell phone number listed along with her email address. Under that was Sophia's mini profile. There was similar info, however she was more interested in skipping down to the blonde's Beau. What she had found out about him was that he was quite the party-animal, as well as a flirt. Sure, he had a girlfriend for over a year. His BF was listed as Trenten C, which made her wonder if she could simply ask the popular about Steph to see if there were any solid proof that the coma boy was seriously cheating on her. She had heard from a couple of different sources that they thought that Steph was cheating, but no one wanted to say too much on it...probably because of the police that had been questioning people about that party.

So she clicked onto Trent's name, leading her to his page. Luckily, he had neglected to removed her from his friend list, so she could snoop around as much as she wanted to. "Too bad I can't take Craig's brain for a moment to hack into their accounts," she mumbled as she scrolled down the rich boy's wall. At least that way she could check things like their inboxes and whatnot. Oh well, the other should be there shortly. With this in mind, Micky looked through Trenton's wall to see what he had been recently up to. "Aww, he's working in the festival," she said to herself prior to clicking onto the message button. Biting at her bottom lip, she thought of something tactful that she could send him. Something that wouldn't be too suspicious. Something casual, yet could also get her some valuable information. After a few different tries at typing a message, the girl decided that a text would probably be faster. Michelle simply whipped out her cell, and after switching her phone to a hidden number, she quickly typed a text up to the popular..

Hey You~
How's everything going?
I'm really sorry about
you're friend. Is Steph
still getting better, or
has there been no change?
Anyways, good luck with
the festival!


She chose not to sign her name at the bottom, since that would have made her hiding her number pointless. She remind Trent of who she was only when it was completely necessarry. 'Who's to say that he won't assume I'm one of those ranomd people from his school?' Surely he didn't know everyone's number by heart. At least this was a fact that she was counting on. As she was about to shove her phone back into her purse, so she could switch back to her laptop, she realized that she had a new message. A toothy smile surfaced on her face upon seeing that it was Craig. "He's here?" she voiced as she looked up from the mini screen. Closing and Setting her laptop in the driver's seat of her car, she shut and locked door. Sticking the keys into her purse, she took and took a couple steps away from the vehicle, scanning the area for the cameraman. "Where are you~" she sang lightly to herself. It only took a moment longer to pick out the spiky haired one. Quickening her step, she waved a single hand, calling out, "Craiggie," in hopes to get his attention. She couldn't help but use the nickname for the other every now and then, however never thought of anything teasing of it. She just liked adding the 'eee' sound at the end of names when she could.

"Okay, so I'm thinking that we can either make it seem like Miss Clueless is having an affair with her bestie, or find a reason to get everyone thinking that she was the one to shove Mister De Luca out the window," Tilting her head to the side, Micky added, "Do you think people'll think she's too dense to shove someone out of a window?" She wanted whatever she had to be believable. "It just sucks her boyfriend's in a coma, or else we couldn't set her up to find out she was getting cheated on..." The last statement was moreso to herself since she figured that it could be fun to seduce someone away from another.

.:TH3 R3P0RT3R:.

[Tryfon]

You're broken, so am I
I'm better off alone
No one to turn to and nothing to call my own
Outspoken, so am I
Explosive words that your world wouldn't understand
Turn away again

Kenneth: Undercover Cop

Kenneth listened to Jamie as she shrugged it off. Which showed Ken that she didn't wish to pursue this matter. Therefore it was better to not prod and move on. Yeah Ken was smart. He got some body language. He may not be the smartest. Well that's how he liked others to perceive. and he sucked at riddles. He really sucked at riddles .Stupid metaphorical crap was not his specialty. But all in all, he was smart he just liked to play it down so as to get information easier. People always say too much when they think you can't understand them. Or well that's what Ken had discovered in his years of being a cop. He just gave a small nod "I gotcha"

And looking at Batman, it sort of showed that. Like how as Bruce Wayne he acted like he was an idiot or just a simplistic playboy. Which made it easier to ask questions and get answers .And who didn't like that. That and he didn't possess any superpowers which stuck with Ken who still every now and then dealt with problems where he saw things as if in a comic book. He had wondered if he should see someone about it. But it was infrequent. And it was hard to explain. When ones vision shifts to such a delusional view. He just couldn't put that into words. But he saw things as if it was in gotham. He loved Batman. He did. He soon heard her. Ken smiled "My code use to be Hard Politik. I'm not sure if you took classes where they described it. But its the belief that the end justifies the means. You can do whatever you need to do to get the result you want. My end result was to protect and love this girl."

He sighed as he then thought about it. Well Hard Politik wasn't a code, but a belief. He then scratchted the back of his head as he said "Wait, that doesn't count does it. Um, a code. Well I guess I do. I think I've stuck to it. Its to do all I can to save my friends. Loyalty. I believe that's more a code than Hard Politik would be. As for that, I stuck with it. I have never once failed in risking myself to save the life of a friend. What about you? Do you have a code?"

Timmy then came and was spazzy. He heard her offer to go now, for she had other things to buy. Please buy some vegetables. Something nutritious. They'd die if they kept eating nothing but sugar. Maybe buy something that had you know protein. Fiber. Bread. Hell, Peanut Butter. Please. Ken got worried wen kids were on their own. Ken knew that they weren't that much younger than him but every now and then how they acted, ti made him think that they were. No offense. But Timmy every now and then ated as if he was a kid living on his own with no restrictions. Which would be fine if he didn't go grocery shopping like one. Buy healthy things! Buy them! That's it. If they didn't next time he came he'd bring a bowl of salad. Or something green. Vegetables. He looked at her as she spoke. Giving a nod. He smiled "sounds like a fun and full day. The Festival should be a lot of fun."

The undercover cop looked at Ken as he listened to the other. Make no mistake, Ken heard the murmer. He had great hearing. Its another reason why he was chosen to be an undercover cop because he could be far away and hear crystal clear. A great thing in his line of work. But he did understand that the other didn't want him to hear and so he wouldn't. Just let it go. Maybe pay for vegetables and just make something healthy and delicious for them so they'd have a balance diet. And he had won the list argument. Go him go. He saw the other come back and place a can of baked beans. Wow, yea, they desperately needed to get some food. This made him a little bit happier. He said "Thank you. I just find it easier to write out what you need and that way you don't make fifty trips, you know?"

The raven haired cop turned his attention to Timmy as he talked about what their plans were. That way he knew if he had to worry about anything. Grocery shopping. good plan, they needed food here. So maybe now that he didn't have his sister to worry about he was putting his brotherly worry onto these two. But he couldn't help it. He was one that worried about teenagers. And with Timmy's job, there was even more reason to worry about. He tried to tone down which is why he didn't lecture about the chewing loudly or the shuffling or the talk about responsibility. No. He would just have to stick with staying with him and hinting at things. Ken then heard about how he had to see a few friends. Sure thing. Had to come back and ten to the festival. Ken said "Yup. Sounds good. You need me to drive or would you feel safer if you drove?"

He got up as he then downed the rest of his mocha and threw it in the trash. He looked at the sink. No Ken. Don't go all parenty. This was the problem of being like a single parent for too long. Spent way too much time obsessing over his sisters every need that without her, he felt unneeded and got protective over these two. Goddammit to hell .He really did have to work harder to not think this way. They could take care of themselves. Timmy was -- okay so he may not be the most responsible but he was a loyal person to his family. And despite a few things that showed how childish he was, he was relatively grown up. He heard the other state he was ready. Kenneth stood up as he walked and stood beside him. Putting his hands into his pockets. The boy gave a nod "I'm ready. So grocery shopping first? Um, I hope you don't mind my pointing this out but why don't we do it on the way home so that nothing spoils in the car. Is that okay? I know its none of my buisness...so well...ignore me if you really want to do it first"

Ken then opened the door for the other to walk out and so Ken could follow him....

You're beaten, so am I
I've got a heart of stone
No medication can draw what has taken hold
You're hurting, so am I
When I awaken, remember why I've been running from your