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Will glanced over at the driver and rolled down the window, "How much longer do we have?" he questioned. He had been fine for a while, it's just the new setting, new things, brought up old memories. "An answer for an answer," he said, "I had a bad dream... so yeah, need some air."

Zenith opened his eyes lazily, gazing out at the darkened sky through the window. The trees beyond swayed peacefully in a slight breeze. The gardens were entirely empty. How long have I been asleep? He thought absently, his head leaning against the cold, smooth glass. He raised his arm, squinting at his watch through sleepy eyes. An hour... Damn it. He slid slowly off the wide window ledge, landing on the floor with a muted thud. The limo would be arriving with the guests shortly, and he wasn't presentable yet. He composed himself with a small sigh and walked into the en-suite. I really need to get into a logical sleeping pattern. He undressed and got into the shower, emerging a several minutes later in a towel. Once he was dry he changed into clean clothes and exited his room.

He really liked his new job, the pay was good and the employee accommodation - while not as impressive as the main rooms - was more than desirable. He walked calmly down the hallway and up the stairs to the ground floor. The main lobby was expansive, and bright even in the late evening. He walked casually through the large room and back into one of the sitting rooms. The fire was ready and lit, as he guessed they all were, warming the room for the visitors.

He guessed that most of the preparation was finished by now, and he relaxed into one of the leather armchairs. He picked up the newspaper and flicked absently through the headlines. Finding nothing of particular interest, he settled for another article on global warming. He read quietly as he waited for show time to arrive.

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Zenith didn't flinch at her sudden outburst. He turned slowly, his eyes narrow and his face bearing a crooked smirk. He glared at Dakota, his left eye twitching slightly. "How many times have I asked you to stop doing that?" He asked in a tone of mock irritation. After a few moments he chuckled slightly - a calm expression returning to his face. He stood up from the large leather armchair, casting the newspaper back down on the coffee table and pushing his hands into the pockets of his black, formal trousers.

He wore a crisp, white shirt and a black waistcoat and tie combo. As an attendant, formal attire was a must, and when the guests arrived he would have to correct his posture and speak politely also. At least for the first couple of days. His pure white hair was messy as usual though, there wasn't much he could do about that. He carried himself with a sort of casual elegance, no hint of formality but a kind of serene grace which coupled well with his permanently calm expression.

"I figured everything had been taken care of." He explained with a shrug. "Besides, it's my job to take their coats and help them out. I should be ready for when they arrive." He smiled somewhat triumphantly, having successfully cast off her playful accusation. Zenith found it hard to think of and treat his new boss, Dakota, as his superior. This was due to the fact that she was two years younger than he was and notably shorter. Luckily enough though she didn't really demand that from her employees, so it wasn't a problem.

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((It'll be ok Stefis...we'll miss you!))
Dakota's expressionless face broke as a huge grin formed on her face. "Its alright...I guess." She still talked as if she was older than him before breaking out into little giggles. She walked over to the armchair and sat in it, her knees to her chest. She tilted her head to the side as she looked up at him. "You really need to do something with that mess you call hair." Dakota loved to joke around with Zen. It was just so easy to do.

Ainsley attempted to tuck her head down as she curled her legs underneath her, but before she even fell asleep a creak in her neck had appeared. She rose her head up, yawning and rubbing her eyes for a moment. Stretching her neck, she glanced around for ideas of where or how to sleep. Her gaze brushed over Lysander but she refused to let it settle there. She vowed to herself that she would spend as little time as possible with him on this trip. She'd been embarrassed far too many times already. She finished her circle on Anna and nibbled on her lip nervously. She frequently lounged around with her friends and she did consider Anna her friend. It was Anna's opinion of her that worried her. She gave up, and went back to sitting straight, her head back against the curve of the seat. Though she closed her eyes, in frequent intervals she glanced towards the girl. It surprised her when her eyes opened, and she sat up immediately. In a very soft whisper, she murmured, "Sorry if I woke you up..." A lot of people did not appreciate being awoken, and Anna seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Anna shook her head when Ainsley spoke to her. "Nah. I have a fu..." She stopped herself from using profanity just in time. "...messed up sleeping schedule. I usually wake up about half an hour after I fall asleep."

Will blinked, "Six or seven hours?" he said wide eyed, "damn." He shook his head then looked over as he caught what else the driver said. He pulled out a book and showed him the back, "Well maybe she's read one of my books?" he questioned, "I honestly have no idea." He sighed and looked at him, "I've heard of her before," he said, "she has no past, and is famous." He looked down, "My past is full of lost," he said, "I can't escape it, no matter how hard I try."