Marrying my best friend (The plane) -CLOSED-  (See the OOC for details)
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				Title: <strong>Marrying my best friend (The plane) -CLOSED-  (See the OOC for details)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 18:23:24</strong>
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				Recruitment thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178297.0) <br><br>Character list thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178299.0) <br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Mortocalousplane_zps61b29a4c.jpg) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Mortocalousplane_zps61b29a4c.jpg.html)</div><br>This is where we shall begin. Please be respectful of everyone participating here and try to watch how much you post at one time so everyone has a chance. No one but me is to decide when the plane ride will end, I will let everyone know when their characters may get off the plane and move to the estate thread. You may privately make a request to me in PM or in the OOC, I will be happy to consider your requests within reason.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/dividers/divider-4.gif) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/dividers/divider-4.gif.html)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg.html)</div>Name: Aaria Mortocalous<br>Wearing: Rose pink designer tank top with sweetheart neckline, designer blue jean skirt and rose pink strappy sandals. <br>Location: Mortocalous plane<br>Tagged: Open.<br><br><br>The Mortocalous owned jet soared through the air towards the beautiful country of Greece with the newly graduated students of the Royal Crown Elite prep school, each of them joyous to be free from the stifiling atmosphere and just be able to be young individuals for a change.<br>No stuffy teachers breathing down your neck or chastising you when you slouch or something someone else may construe as inappropriate, no reprimand for walking too fast and laughing too merrily.<br><br>Sitting cozily upon once the plane's luxurious red seats lining the wall of the plane, Aaria Mortocalous had her eyes trained on a maganize about Greece and the tourist attractions. It was not for herself as this was her homeland and she knew it well, but she wanted to get a good idea of what to show her friends since she was able to persuade her parents to let them all come visit Greece for a graduation party at the family estate.<br>Surprisingly, her parents had no posed much opposition towards the idea, it was rather strange to be honest. It felt almost as if they were up to something or knew something she did not.<br><br>Looking up from her magazine, she noticed her friend Jacob Knight and her heartstrings were plucked, the poor guy hated flying and hated closed in spaces even more. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and smiled comfortingly “Jake, you going to be alright? Need some water or something? I can put a movie on if you think that might help distract you”<br><br>She knew she was probably fussing too much, but these people were her friends and she cared about them all very much, they'd been through a lot together over the last four years. Her friends, they were family.
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				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 20:10:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://img.ehowcdn.com/article-new/ehow/images/a06/0f/am/present-ideas-boy_s-18th-birthday-1.1-800x800.jpg)<br>Name: Andrew Seaforth<br>Wearing: Tottenham Hotspurs Top , Blue jeans and Nike shoes<br>Location: Mortocalous Plane<br>Tag: Any<br><br>Andrew sat intently reading a cycling magazine, his plan was to head to France when this post Graduation party concluded and follow the last bit of the Tour, he'd expected a battle getting his parents to agree to his attending this party fully expecting them to have summer job lined up for him so he could learn the family business, experience had taught him that summer jobs in an investment company meant reading company share release prospectus for eight hours a day. So letting him go to this party meant releasing direct control ,and given that his parents knew what he wanted to do afterwards Andrew sensed that his parents had a 'cunning plan' as Baldric would say<br><br>It wasn't that he didn't want to be involved in the family business, it was just at the age of eighteen, far from his priority, he wanted to see what the world had to offer before making it a better place by owning it.<br><br>Glancing around the plane he smiled , these were his friends , people he trusted , the stuff they had done at their Prep school would have been legendary fortunately the school had never proved their involvement in any unauthorised extra curricular activity .Hearing Aaria try to comfort Jacob caused Andrew to feel for his friend , while the jet wasn't exactly cattle class it wasn't like you could open a window and let some air in.<br><br>His eyes scanned everyone else on board the plane, when this party was over would they ever be all together again? let alone just hang out images of passing each other in hotel lobbies came to mind , busy turning into their parents..it was why Andrew resisted his parents so much, he loved them but they really needed to take a holiday and just do nothing for a while.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 20:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Knight<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane; Glued to his seat listening to music.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaria; Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br>To say that Jacob loathed planes was to say that cats disliked water, then to take said dislike and multiply it by one hundred. Sure, he had been on planes on more occasions than your normal person - considering the fact that children of wealthy upbringings were far from normal - but he never managed to overcome his fear of heights or flying or small enclosed spaces. And while the Mortocalous plane was much more accommodating in the fact that there was much more elbow room than your standard aircraft, there was always an ever-present knot in his stomach and a creeping fear that one last burst of turbulence was going to bring about a fiery end for all those on board. <br><br><em>'At least I'm not on a helicopter,'</em> Jacob thought grimly to himself over and over again, a mantra - so to speak - that he had developed over the years in an attempt to soothe any plane ride that he may be forced into. A hand on his shoulder, however, broke his chain of thought and forced him to draw back into what was going on around him. Jacob allowed himself to open his eyes to look at Aaria and pulled out the headphones that was playing white noise (his second line of defense) in his ears, catching most of what she was saying in the process. "No, Aaria. But thanks," Jacob lied as a ghost of a smile formed on his lips before he tried to ease his white knuckle grip on the arms of his chair to show her that he was fine now. Or as fine as he was going to get.&nbsp; <br><br>In the beginning, Aaria's comforting nature was something that had taken Jacob a while to get accustomed to, but now it was something he realized he would miss after all the time they had spent together. <em>'A teenager getting sentimental. Imagine that,'</em> he mentally scoffed at himself. He looked at the others on the plane, all of them friends, and realized that he would miss them too. Some more than others, but they were all close friends and hopefully that wouldn't change in the years to come. He gave a slight nod in the direction of Andrew as he scanned his friends, noticing that he was also doing the same. He regretted it of course, since the movement had made him a little queasy. <br><br>Swallowing a small lump that formed in his throat that he wrote off as airsickness, Jacob turned his head slightly and focused back on Aaria, "How long do you think until we land?" He knew it was a pointless question, because any amount of time she said wouldn't be soon enough. <em>'Maybe she should put a movie on after all,'</em>, he thought since it would provide a slight distraction for the time being. Then again, airline movies were their own special kind of hell. Granted her family probably had more than <em>Holiday</em> or any other boring movie airlines normally played, but he didn't know how long he would last before he was green in the face again and stumbling towards the bathroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 21:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg.html)</div>Name: Aaria Mortocalous<br>Wearing: Rose pink designer tank top with sweetheart neckline, designer blue jean skirt and rose pink strappy sandals. <br>Location: Mortocalous plane<br>Tagged:Jacob, Andrew, Zoe (mentioned)<br>“Liar” Aaria replied warmly with a gentle smile before gently stroking his hair, she got up then after touching his arm to reassure him she'd be right back and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She knew Jacob well enough to know he was just trying to look masculine and tough.<br>She put the water bottle in Jacob's hands and moved to the big tv mounted on the wall, she looked back at Jacob “Dad got us Iron Man 3, Oz the great and powerful, Man of Steel and it looks like... Star Wars Episode 3? Hm, well alright, any sound good to you Jacob? Whatever helps you relax”<br><br>Looking back at her friends, Aaria spotted Andrew “Hey Andy, what are your thoughts on a movie?”<br>Later on she was going to suggest to the ladies that they go into Athens soon for some shopping, it had been awhile since and her gal pals had the opportunity to go shopping together, Zoe was an absolute blast to go shopping with. Her French American friend had the best taste in fashion.
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				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 21:38:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://img.ehowcdn.com/article-new/ehow/images/a06/0f/am/present-ideas-boy_s-18th-birthday-1.1-800x800.jpg)<br>Name: Andrew Seaforth<br>Wearing: Tottenham Hotspurs Top , Blue jeans and Nike shoes<br>Location: Mortocalous Plane<br>Tag: Aaria ,Jacob, Any<br><br>An Iron man movie, Superman, Starwars, Oz... all interesting movies that had nothing to do with flying, Andrew thought to himself of course Aaria could have said one of the old Airplane movies or that wonder of modern cinema Die Hard 2. A wide smile touched his face "Would the Bridges of Madison County be on board I've heard its got wide open spaces and is set on terra firma" his eyes flicked to Jacob "I'd avoid Ironman 3 it had involuntary mid-air exits...if you want to catch some sleep Jacob I've been told the Lone Ranger helps." Andrew looked at the others he was offering an opinion without saying anything, more than one teacher had mentioned politics in his direction .<br><br>"AH I've not seen Man of Steel" and the reason for that is thanks to watching an episode of the 1950's Tv version of Superman ,when he was a kid, as soon as he heard 'truth justice and the American way' he switched off to Superman ...now Batman....."You don't have Dark Knight do you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 21:50:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoé Laurent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> open<br><br><hr><br>Zoé was seated by the window, gazing out over the beautiful European landscape below them. She could vaguely hear her friends discussing movies over by the television, but she couldn't really understand why anyone would want to watch a screen when there was such a rare sight to see outside the window.<br><br>She was quite glad to be away from the school; she'd always felt tense there, like she was constantly being judged. Of course, when they reached the estate where their party was being held, her father would be there, who was a harsher critic than any of her teachers could have hoped to be. Still, she loved him and valued his guidance and advice, he'd made her the person she was in more ways than one, and she felt that she owed her success in the school to his preparation. Still, she was glad for this short period of time alone with her friends, some of the few people in the world with whom she felt she could drop her guard a little bit.<br><br>She tore her eyes away from the window, and looked over at her friends, who were still discussing what movie to watch. She observed them silently, not really having anything to contribute to the conversation (she'd never been much of a movie person, she always missed the point and focused on how the characters could have done their jobs better). After a moment, she turned back to look outside again, smiling to herself as she watched the landscape race by, trying to pick out any recognizable landmarks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 22:00:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg.html)</div>Name: Aaria Mortocalous<br>Wearing: Rose pink designer tank top with sweetheart neckline, designer blue jean skirt and rose pink strappy sandals. <br>Location: Mortocalous plane<br>Tagged:Jacob (mentioned),&nbsp; Andrew, Zoe<br><br><br>Focusing on Andrew and listening to his suggestions, Aaria turned and used the remote to go through the older movies programed into the system, she found those he mentioned “I saw Man of Steel, Russel Crowe was so sexy as Jor-El, anyway I found Lone Ranger and Dark Knight. We'll keep them as options as everyone else has a vote, Jacob especially, we need to give him something he likes to focus on”<br><br>She looked over at her friend Zoe and smiled “Hey Zo'! Shopping sometime this week in Athens, you in?”
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				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 22:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/155.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alessandra DiGregorio<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple rose colored dress, reaching down past her thighs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Alessandra DiGregorio was still wondering if this was something she really wanted to do. Her brothers were pissed off at her for leaving. The right thing for her to do would have of course been to stay and help out with the <em>family business</em> in his opinion. She wanted more for her life though which was in fact why she had even done this to begin with.<br><br>Even though everyone on board of the jet owned by the Mortocalous family were all close friends of her Alee was sitting off to one side sort of by herself with her ear plugs in listening to one of her favorite songs. She had to admit the seats were rather cozy and she was looking forward to the flight despite hating being on airplanes. She was flipping through her own magazine, some random teenage tabloid about all the recent drama celebrities had been involved in. It wasn't that she wasn't excited to go to Greece and to see everything it had to offer but she didn't want to spend hours flipping through brochures or books about it, she wanted to explore it all for herself.<br><br>Though she seemed to be reading and into her magazine her mind was really roaming to each person on the plane. They had all made her life much better the last four years after her mother insisted on her attending the Prep school instead of the public school she had wanted to go to. She was never really a private school type of girl but thankfully she had found a rather large group of people to get in trouble with, some more so than others and most of the time never even being caught, or effecting her grades.<br><br>Reaching over into her purse she pulled out her lip gloss unscrewing the top and swirling the watermelon flavored tip around her lips as she hummed the song quietly to herself. Replacing the lid upon it she dropped it back into her purse before pulling out one of her ear plugs. She could hear a few of the others talking about a movie or something but she wasn't interested in a movie. All she was really interested in was getting the hell off of this plane.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 22:26:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoé Laurent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> open, Alee, Aaria<br><br><hr><br>Zoé turned her head at Aaria's question. "Yeah, I've been meaning to update my wardrobe for the summer season." Her voice was a strange mix of French and American accents, a relic of her jetsetting childhood. She could, of course, very easily suppress her accent's uniqueness, but she liked the way it showed, even just from listening to her, that she was something out of the ordinary. She smiled at her friend, running through a list of stores in her mind, trying to remember who had locations in Athens. More or less everyone she was interested in, she thought, so it would be good. <br><br>She glanced over at Alee, who seemed to be absorbed in her magazine. "Hey Alee, you want to come to? Let's make an event out of it." Zoé always tried to include her friends when she could, once someone had gained her trust she actually was a very open sort of person. She looked back at the brunette in the rose dress, and smiled. "It'll be fun, c'mon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 22:43:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/155.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alessandra DiGregorio<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple rose colored dress, reaching down past her thighs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Zoe, Aaria<br><hr><br>Hearing Zoe speak she though for a moment before shrugging slightly. "Sure I'll go you know I love to shop." She chuckled. It had been quite a while since the girls were able to really get together and go shopping. It would be a nice break from the guys that she was sure they would need after spending all this time in a confined space with them.<br><br>Rolling her eyes at the thought she glanced over towards Aaria, "just don't by any of those ugly tops like you did last time." She chuckled winking over at her. The last time they had all gone shopping together Aaria had bought these awful tops, well in Alee's mind at least. As of late though her friend seemed to have more of a sense of fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 23:02:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://i4.bebo.com/052/7/large/2011/02/27/22/10205569757a12890528487l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Alexander<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red UFC shirt from Skin brand clothing, Dark blue jeans, Black Nike shoes with red laces, Skin brand hat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Adrian let a soft sigh as he took his headphones out and opened his eyes, he was bored and thought just maybe it would do him a bit of good to talk to people for a bit, he was friends with everyone on board after all. He looked up over his seat and saw that people were already kind of talking so he just decided to jump in and hope that it went well enough for him.<br><br>"Did I already miss the party? I didn't think that I had slept that long here." He said with a smirk and leaned up, looking at his friends for a moment. He wondered how this trip was going to go, he had left a very boring home behind, his family talked far too much about work and business for him. He was good enough with it but when it became all he talked about for days it wore on him.
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				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 23:13:12</strong>
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				Name: Elena Valentino<br>Wearing: Form fitting low riding black jeans. Knee high supple dark brown high heeled boots with buckle around the open of the boot. Dark red top with plunging neckline with dark brown glove leather waistcoat, and black fedora with silver band.<br>Location: Mortocalus Plan<br>Tag: Anyone<br><hr><br>Looking up from her iPad, Elena smirked at Adrian. "Well, Sleeping Beauty is awake," she teased as she moved her long slender leg to nudge his hip with the tip of her boot. Pausing the movie on her iPad, she set it aside as she rose to her feet. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched, back arching a bit in a cat-like fashion. She wasn't a fan of long flights.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm going to raid the galley, anyone else hungry," she spoke, glancing at her friends as she made her way towards the galley. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 23:22:19</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Isidora Udinov <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red lace camisole tank top with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of black cargo pants, and some combat boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalus Plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br>(http://fanzee.com/files/clubpicture/lyndsy-fonseca.jpg?1318246048)<br><br>Isidora quietly sat not too far from Jake with her laptop out and her legs curled comfortably underneath her bottom. So far the plane ride had been quiet, and that was rather surprising for Issie since it was no secret how much Jake hated heights. And, this was as about as high up as a person could get without being an astronaut or something of the sort. Over the years, she had gotten used to trying to be more open and sociable with this group of friends, but even at times, Isidora tended to shut herself off. Especially now with the fact that they were going to a graduation party with all of their parents there. She could imagine that she wasn't the only one in that plane that might have been dreading it just a little. Not the chance to relax and have a good time with friends, but seeing her parents after graduating? That put a bit of a kink in her as her mind wandered the endless possibilities of what they would try to force her into next. <br><br>Her intense bright blue eyes glanced up from the screen to look at Jake. Over the last four years she had become especially close to him. She could remember almost being annoyed by Jake at first, and then slowly over time it turned into admiration for the man he was. She set down the laptop beside her on the cushioning seats and uncurled her legs from underneath herself to lean over towards him. Gently she placed a hand on his forearm and smiled just a bit as was her usual way of trying to show affection or concern. She always envied, in a good way, Aaria for the amazing compassion and gentleness she could seem to easily show to others. <br><br><strong>"I brought some of my handheld stuff with me if you think it might help. Either that or I could just knock you over the head if you wouldn't mind a bump on your head."</strong> Issie offered with a playful tone and a little more of a tilt to her soft pink lips. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 23:57:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Knight<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaria, Andrew, Elena, Isidora; Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br>All of Aaria's suggestions had some degree of flying in them and Jacob wondered if it was some form of dark humor or not. Either way, he gave a slight roll of his shoulders and attempted to flash her an even broader smile. "I don't mind. I've seen all of them already, so I'll be fine with whatever the others want. As long as it isn't Revenge of the Sith," he tutted. The original three would always be the true one, since the prequels were horrible in his opinion. That was when Andrew chimed in with an alternate suggestion and Jacob clapped and pointed at his friend, "Good choice! I'd be up for some Batman." He would just have to refrain from quoting the Joker as he often did when he watched it to kill time or had it on as background noise. <br><br>Breaking the seal of the water bottle Aaria had handed him, Jacob lifted it to his lips and took a slow drink. The others were already seemingly lost in private discussions and anything regarding fashion and shopping that reached Jacob turned into white noise. Maybe he didn't need the prerecorded track on this trip after all. Then he heard Elena mention that she was going to the gallery and if anyone wanted anything. "Pass," he blurted out in her direction. Water was fine, but the thought of eating anything made his stomach roll slightly. "Thanks anyways though," was added as a slight afterthought. <br><br>Jacob was just about to put the headphones back in his ears when another person insisted on touching him during the flight. Resisting the urge to flinch, Jacob turned his attention to Issie. He matched her smile with a mischievous one of his own and jested, "I implore you. Anything to release me from this Hell." His eyes danced in amusement as he settled back into his seat and regarded her intently while still paying half-attention to see whether or not Bats was in the movie selections. Which Aaria soon confirmed it was and he grinned. "What ones did you bring?" he asked as he looked back at Issie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 00:03:05</strong>
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				(http://i4.bebo.com/052/7/large/2011/02/27/22/10205569757a12890528487l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Alexander<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red UFC shirt from Skin brand clothing, Dark blue jeans, Black Nike shoes with red laces, Skin brand hat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Elena<br><br>Adrian slipped out of his chair and smiled at Elena as he poked her in the side for the nudge to his hip. "I am hungry, yes." He said in a playful tone and winked at her. He stood next to her and waited to see if anyone else wanted a bit of food. "You sure, Jacob, food sounds great...." He said, poking a bit of fun at the guy for his disposition. Adrian loved to be on planes, he didn't know why but he loved to fly and did it as often as he could do it.<br><br>He took his hat off and tossed it onto his seat, he had used it to cover his eyes while he slept but now that he was awake and on a plane there seemed to be little reason as to why he should wear it. Other than keeping it away from other people but he thought he could trust his friends to be nice to his hat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 00:44:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Isidora Udinov <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red lace camisole tank top with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of black cargo pants, and some combat boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalus Plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacob; Open<br>(http://fanzee.com/files/clubpicture/lyndsy-fonseca.jpg?1318246048)<br><br>Though Issie could feel her stomach twisting uncomfortably for food, she knew it was also partially a bit of her nerves, and though the thought of food sounded good, it was likely a bad idea for her. As soon as Jake turned towards her, she gently removed her hand from his arm, and was thankful to see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. Her smile widened at his response to which Issie just shook her head in amusement. She reached beside her on the floor and picked up her ragged looking back-pack which had some sown on patches of her favorite band logo's on it. After a few moments of rummaging through the old back-pack, she looked back at Jake. <strong>"I've got my PSP, and my Nintendo 3DS with me."</strong> She pulled out both of her hand held video game consoles and held one in each hand before him. <br><br><strong>"I'd offer to use one of these to knock you out, but well, sorry Jake, I value them too much so this is all I can offer."</strong> Issie teased, doing her best to keep his mind off of his fears. <strong>"Or, I could see if there is any alcohol in the gallery? It might help you relax more."</strong> Despite being underage, she'd never known anyone of their ages to not drink anyways. Somehow, she doubted if her own parents would have ever noticed if she had gotten shit-faced and walked into the house like that. If she had walked into one of her father's meetings like that... Well, the thought was somewhat darkly amusing and completely terrifying all at once. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 01:32:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Knight<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Adrian, Isidora; Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br>"Har, har. Laugh it up, smartass. Unless you are offering your hat as a wastebasket in case I get ill?" Jacob retorted in the direction of Adrian as the other got up to follow Elena and Jacob shot his friend a rather dark grin. He would use the hat too, but part of him knew his friend's jab was all in good fun. Jacob would have appreciated the joke more if they were on solid ground,&nbsp; but he couldn't help but be a little snarky at any pokes on his behalf whilst still in mid-flight. <br><br>At the mention of something to drink from Issie, Jacob held up a hand to ward her off that course of conversation. "No thanks. While I'd normally be fine with having a shot or two, I think it would just spell disaster considering the current state&nbsp; my stomach is in." And no one wanted that, especially Jacob. Wrinkling his nose at the thought of abstaining from alcohol, however wise a move it may have been, Jacob couldn't help by be a little disheartened at the notion. So instead he turned his attention to her outstretched hands and the consoles she was offering him. <br><br>Jacob pursed his lips and chewed on the inner left side as he considered the 3DS, as he normally did when lost in thought, and left his blue eyes to rove between both the consoles and Issie herself.&nbsp; In the end, Jacob shook his head and pointed to the PSP. "I'll take that if you don't mind?" he asked tentatively, almost as if he unsure of whether or not it was the right choice. While the PSP was the first handheld he ever really enjoyed aside from the original gameboy, the 3DS also seemed fun. He just didn't know if the 3D aspect of it would be a wise choice considering the fact that&nbsp; it too made him a little dizzy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 01:57:56</strong>
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				Name: Aaria Mortocalous<br>Wearing: Rose pink designer tank top with sweetheart neckline, designer blue jean skirt and rose pink strappy sandals. <br>Location: Mortocalous plane<br>Tagged: Jacob,&nbsp; Andrew, Zoe, Alessandra, Elena and Issidora<br><br>Aaria nodded to Jacob and clicked the button on the remote for Dark Knight to begin playing, she returned to her seat and smiled at Zoe and Alee “All of us girls should go and I totally agree Alee, those neon colors did not suit my hair color at all”<br>Looking over at Adrian, Aaria giggled softly “You passed out soon after we boarded, we figured you needed the sleep. Welcome to the world of the living, we have cookies... and cake... so much cake”<br><br>She chuckled briefly as the little haha and looked to Elena when she mentioned raiding food “One of the wrapped six inch turkey subs and an orange juice would be great, want me to help you?”<br>Aaria honestly had no idea what she'd do without her female friends, they were all so different and complimented each other in all the best ways. It was a corny way to say it, but they completed each other.<br>“Issie, you are gonna join in on the shopping adventure right? Lots of hot Greek men around, gotta look our best” Aaria said to her pal with a wink and a smile and said in a low tone meant only for the girls “Ever waltzed with a Greek man before while they whisper Greek in your ear? Damn. Toe curling”<br><br>“Sorry about the movies, Jake” Aaria apologized “I don't think it clicked in dad's head when I told him some of the people disliked flying, I'll have mom take care of it next time, she actually pays attention”<br>Which prompted Aaria to looked back at her girls “Speaking of which, my mom cannot wait to see you girls, it's been awhile since she came to visit us at school. Remember all the yummy Greek food she brought? Mmmm”<br><br>She was worried about Alee, her Italian friend seemed a little off as if something was bothering her and Aaria was fairly sure what it was. Aaria was the go-to confidante and consoler in the group, her heart knew no limit for and compassion, but she'd wait to talk to Alee until later in private.<br>It wasn't hard to remember Alee's brothers, one of the morons had hit on her at Alee's birthday last year, Alee took care of him though. What bothered Aaria was the hard time they were always giving Alee, she loved her friend so much and it riled her how Alee was sometimes treated.<br><br>One thing was for sure, she was going to offer to Alee to let her hang around Mortocalous estate as long as she thought she could, give her some real time to just breath. Aaria's mom always knew how to make people relax and feel better, there was nobody in the world that could ever dislike Mrs. Mortocalous. <br>Looking at the boys as they joked and agave each other a hard time, Aaria shook her head with affection, she loved those silly lugs, they were all near and dear to her. Special and unique in their individual ways, they had their vices, but they had good hearts too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 02:19:49</strong>
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				Name: Isidora Udinov <br>Wearing: Red lace camisole tank top with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of black cargo pants, and some combat boots.<br>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br>Tagged: Jacob, Aaria; Open<br>(http://fanzee.com/files/clubpicture/lyndsy-fonseca.jpg?1318246048)<br><br>The warm chuckle bubbled up in Issie's throat before she could stop it when she heard Adrian's comment towards Jake. She was just glad that at least everyone was managing to distract him. Maybe not completely, but she could see he was a little more eased than he had been before. <strong>"Like I'm going to say no to you when you are so lame right now? Nah... I'll wait until you're full-strength again to pick a fight."</strong> She retorted with a playful smirk on her lips and handed him the sleek black PSP console as she put away the 3DS. <strong>"There's a good deal of games loaded on it, so I'm sure you'll find something you won't hate."</strong> Issie said playfully before seating herself back into the cushions of the large rounded semi-circle couch on the right side of the plane and curling her legs beneath her bottom once more before looking over at Aaria. <br><br>With a playful exasperated sigh she replied, <strong>"Just as long as I don't have to try on any skirts or dresses. AND only if we can stop by some techie stores."</strong> She didn't hate fashion completely, but she wasn't as big into it as the other girls were. That was no secret amongst any of them since she tended to wear the more grunge like outfits and seeing Issie in a dress was like seeing a clean pig; very rare. The only times she wore more feminine items of clothing was when her parents forced it on her. She knew that she was going to get a lecture from her mother about how she was dressed for this party and she was desperately hoping that her mother would <em>not</em> force her to wear some skirt or something. Aaria's comment about greek men had Issie chuckling softly. <strong>"I think that I personally will leave the waltzing to the rest of you girls. Do you remember that dance at school? I still think my date from that night winced whenever I came walking near him because of how badly I bruised his toes from stepping on them."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 02:42:25</strong>
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				Name: Elena Valentino<br>Wearing: Form fitting low riding black jeans. Knee high supple dark brown high heeled boots with buckle around the open of the boot. Dark red top with plunging neckline with dark brown glove leather waistcoat, and black fedora with silver band.<br>Location: Mortocalus Plan<br>Tag: Adrian, Aaria<br><hr><br>Elena jumped when Adrian poked her side, causing her cheeks for fluster slightly. Turning slightly she playfully swatted his arm. Just the mention of sweets made her mouth water. "One turkey sub coming up." Smirkng at Adrian. "I'm good, I got Rian to help." Winking at him, she continued on to the galley. Opening a cabinet, she grabbed a large tray and set it on the counter. Humming alittle, she pulled out a turkey sub and orange juice from the fridge placing it on the tray.<br><br>"What are you hungry for, Adrian," she asked, holding the fridge door open, leaning forward slightly as she dug around the interior to see what was stocked. Grabbing a couple of chilled Perrier. Her eyes kept shifting to the cheesecake in the fridge. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 05:57:01</strong>
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				(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRvTvp6ss_MF5DjTDSoAi9xzvO_EWdSVKYnouMe0k3U-CNrMHTO0A)<br><br>Name: Adone Cerioni<br>Wearing: Basic black tee shirt with a 20 sided die on it, blue jeans and blue and black converse shoes. <br>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br>Tag: Anyone<br><br>Adone had been sitting silently listening to his Ipod while scribbling notes on a few pieces of paper. After a few hours of the flight he had filled all the space on his papers and let them fall on the floor. Adone's head fell back and he let out a moan while working out his cramped fingers. He had been multi-tasking by doing work on a car engine and figuring out the kind of parts he would need to make his car at home run faster, and building a new dungeons and dragons character. The D&amp;D thing he had picked up in school and it quickly became part of his life. Soon after learning about it he became somewhat obsessed with the game and anything involving sword play and magic. <br><br>He plucked the headphones in his ears out and looked over at Zoé who he had developed some kind of feelings for but kept it a secret. Then to the rest of the group of close friends. In a way he didn't think he would have any friends in school that would last this long but he just happened to get luck and meet people who, while they were rich, seemed to not be stuck up about the wealth of others. "Hey...how long do you think we have left? I kinda want to see something cool happen and this plane ride is starting to get boring." He asked of anyone who would pull themselves away from what was going on to answer him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 19:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoé Laurent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> open, Adone, Isidora, <br><br><hr><br>Zoé listened silently to her friends' conversations for the most part, content to let them talk among themselves. She giggled a bit at Isidora's aversion to dresses. "I'm sure they'll have stuff you like, Isidora, even for someone with your unique sense of style. But if you really want I wouldn't mind visiting a tech store or two, although I'm not sure if there will be any good ones." She smiled, and turned back to her window.<br><br>She glanced back at Adone when he spoke. Adone was a bit of a nerd, she thought, but a sweet one at that. "If you want to see something cool, come over here, we've got a fantastic view of Nice at the moment, and we're about to head over the Ligurian sea towards Italy. It's cloudless too, so you can see wonderfully." She beckoned him over, scooting herself to the side a bit to give him room on the bench she was seated on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 20:57:24</strong>
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				(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRvTvp6ss_MF5DjTDSoAi9xzvO_EWdSVKYnouMe0k3U-CNrMHTO0A)<br><br>Name: Adone Cerioni<br>Wearing: Basic black tee shirt with a 20 sided die on it, blue jeans and blue and black converse shoes. <br>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br>Tag: Zoé<br><br>"Yeah?..." Standing up and putting his paper in his hands, Adone then walked over and sat down close to her. He peered out the window and smiled. "Its beautiful, you sure know alot about the landmarks around here." He smiled and set his papers down at his feet against the wall of the plane. "So you never really said anything before but do you like planes?" He drew his eyes off the land below and looked at Zoé wondering what her response would be. She had alot of hobbies and likes but never heard of her liking planes before. But somehow she knew what sights could be pointed out from the sky. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 21:12:45</strong>
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				(http://i4.bebo.com/052/7/large/2011/02/27/22/10205569757a12890528487l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Alexander<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red UFC shirt from Skin brand clothing, Dark blue jeans, Black Nike shoes with red laces, Skin brand hat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Elena<br><br>Adrian laughed at Jake and shook his head a bit as he thought for a moment. "If the hat wasn't brand new I would consider it, man, sorry, I can't with this one." He said with a laugh and then followed Elena into the galley, making a playful whine and holding his arm. "You hurt me, you big meanie." He said with a smirk in a fake whiny tone and then look at her and thought for a moment. "Hmm, I would like a sandwich and then something sweet, I can handle not watching my carbs for half a day, I think...." He said and thought for a moment.<br><br>He knew he would have to work out twice as hard the next time he did, he was used to being able to eat pretty much all he wanted because he always worked out so high carb meals were good to a point but in the last few days he had slacked off a bit and he needed to pick it up again so he wasn't out of shape too soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Rupert Everton</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 22:06:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Dre Bledsoe<br><strong>Wearing </strong> White button down shirt, partially tucked into some black dress pants with black shoes and black sockws with tiny white polka dots.<br><strong>Location</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Elena, Jake, Alee<br><br>Dre sat in a swivel chair on the side of the cabin, sipping a glass of whiskey and reading "The Great Gatsby" to himself as he rolled the unlit remaining third of a thick, brown blunt between his fingers. Dre was in an unusually good mood, giggling to himself quietly as THC massaged his nerves and heightened the hilarity of what he considered his favorite "white people book." As he finished the passage in which Tom details the difference between white and black men, Dre looked up and smiled. <br><br>Life had put him in a situation where he was most often the only black person in the room. Not that this meant much. His family was wealthy, he went to school in France, and his mother was Dominican. Nevertheless, he was accustomed (especially in Europe) to the "unique" treatment he received, but not from this group. This group was a healthy hodgepodge of some very strange folks that could care less about race. They were too busy hating their parents and writhing in the adolescent sexual tension.<br><br>Hearing the girls talk about Greece made Dre anxious to land. Normally he would head straight off the plane and go explore on his own, but the bud and whiskey made him extra friendly... and hungry. He spoke up, looking to address both needs.<br><br>"Ey Elena, " he shouted, his voice a little scratchy from the smoke and the lapse in time from the last time he said a word. "Can you get me somethin'? Fruit? Anything really." Then he looked over at Jake, "Bro when we land, I am gonna medicate you this nausea med and then we are gonna go see some stuff while these girls go prey on Greek dudes, you down?" Finally, he glanced over at Alee out of the corner of his eye "And any ladies who get tired of dresses or Greek men are free to join as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 23:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoé Laurent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> open, Adone, Dre, <br><br><hr><br>"Do I like planes?" Zoé was a little taken aback by the question, not having expected it. She shrugged, a little bemused. "I guess so. We always travelled so much when I was a kid, I guess I just got into the habit of researching the route we'd be on, so I'd know what to look for." She pointed out the window. "See there? You can see Monaco from here." She turned back to look at Adone. "Have you ever been there? I can't recall if you went to see the Grand Prix there or not." She knew he was into cars, but wasn't quite certain how closely he followed the racing circuits.<br><br>She glanced over at Dre, catching the scent of his blunt in the otherwise sterile air circulating in the cabin. "Hey, Dre, got any of that to go around?" She asked, twisting her body to face him more directly. "One of the Prefects found my stash before we left,&nbsp; but if you don't mind could I maybe take a breath or two?" Dre was a bit of an enigma to her, the one among their group who kept the most to himself. Still, Zoé felt like she could trust him, or maybe just felt that she saw a bit of similarity between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Rupert Everton</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 00:16:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Dre Bledsoe<br><strong>Wearing</strong> White button down shirt, partially tucked into some black dress pants with black shoes and black sockws with tiny white polka dots.<br><strong>Location</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Zoé, Elena, open<br><br>Dre looked over at Zoé with a warm but, mischievous smile, "Zo, like you even got to ask?" Dre put the blunt to his mouth and flipped open his silver, hand-engraved zippo lighter. The flicker of the bright sculpted torch reflected in his eye-glasses as he sucked air into the blunt, feeding the flame at the end. He leaned over the back of Zoé's seat and placed his hand on her cheek, and lightly pressed his thick lips against hers, gently blowing the hot smoke into her mouth. As Dre leaned back in his chair he handed her the blunt, "Make sure you share." Dre liked Zoé. She was a good smoking buddy, but always too polite for his taste. That being said, she didn't pry. And, he liked that.<br><br>Dre, half-kidding, called to galley "Yo, Elena, where's that fruit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 01:02:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/155.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alessandra DiGregorio<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple rose colored dress, reaching down past her thighs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Zoe, Aaria, Dre<br><hr>She knew Aaria was rather worried about her but she didn't want to talk about that right now. In fact she just wanted to forget about her brothers and all the stuff from home and just enjoy herself. It was almost like she could feel an argument coming on between the two of them later. She loved Aaria to death of course but she didn't know when to leave well enough alone sometimes.<br><br>Offering her a smile she put her ear piece back in thinking it was getting rather loud and just wanting the ride to be over. Of course it didn't last in her ear long when she saw Dre talking. Pulling her piece out once again she looked heard just the end part of what he was saying. She grinned slightly over at him before rolling her eyes slightly, "like any of us would want to give up shopping to hang out with you boys." She winked over at him before glancing around to the others her stomach starting to growl. "Hmmm, what kind of food do we have again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 01:06:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg) (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Clean%20and%20tasteful%20ladies/Belle_zps0d75cf5a.jpg.html)</div>Name: Aaria Mortocalous<br>Wearing: Rose pink designer tank top with sweetheart neckline, designer blue jean skirt and rose pink strappy sandals. <br>Location: Mortocalous plane<br>Tagged: Dre and Jacob<br><br>Aaria smirked at her naughty friends, puffing away on their blunts, she wasn't going to tell on them. She didn't want any of them caught either, her parents would flip if they found out they were smoking weed on their plane “Enjoy guys, lets just make sure we air the plane out before the folks use it”<br>Tossing a teasingly cross look Dre's way as he called after Elena, she wadded up a single sheet of paper from a notepad on the side table by her chair and tossed it at her friend's head “The fruit is coming, stud muffin”<br><br>She looked over at Jacob then to see how he was doing, his face had a bit more color in it now at least, she gave his bottle of water a gentle nudge towards his mouth “Drink the water, sweetie, it will help settle your stomach”<br>Being caring and loving to her friends was in her nature, but Jacob was special, she secretly held feelings for the guy. However, she respected both him and their friendship far too much to just come out and say it, risking everything. No, she wanted to keep him in her life, it was best to keep quiet about her feelings.<br><br>Aaria was plenty content for now with just caring about him and being a good friend to him, someone he could depend on to have his back.<br>The beautiful Greek redhead leaned back in her seat then and closed her eyes,it was good to be going home to her beloved Greece, it was what she knew her parents would pull that worried her.<br>Her mother wasn't nearly as bad as her father, but they had been hinting none stop about wanting her to get married after graduation and provide heirs to the family fortune and businesses.<br><br>That was something Aaria was more than happy to wait on until she found the right man she felt good about marrying and even greater about carrying children for, she wasn't just going to select the nearest good looking young rich guy and pop out his kids. There was just no way she could do that.<br>Old Greek families, they were all typical in one regard... babies, babies, babies... as many as you could push out until your body just said no.<br>Two or three she could see, but good grief, just because her parents had only been able to have her did not mean that she herself had to become a baby making machine. They were not going to be living vicariously through her.<br><br>She'd discuss the issue with her mother later in private, but for now, she didn't to relax and push the worries aside. Her burdens did not need to her friends burdens.<br>“We should be in Greece by morning I think” Aaria murmured as she rubbed small sooth circles on Jacob's back, doing whatever she could think of to help him just relax.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 02:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Knight<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Isidora, Dre, Aaria; Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br>"You wound me with your pulled punched, Isidora," Jacob said as he put a hand on his chest and made a faux pout, but shot her a quick smirk soon after as he was just messing around, "But I appreciate the temporary ceasefire. And I promise that I won't use your PSP to bludgeon myself." He knew how much she liked her tech and would handle it with the same level of care as he often did with his own. Adjusting in his seat, the teen booted up the system and scrolled through the selection of games until he game across an older version of Monster Hunter. Perfect. That, in addition to the movie playing, would hopefully offer him enough of a distraction. He selected an empty save file as soon as the game was finished loading and proceeded to commence with his gaming. He'd ask her for a charger when the battery started getting low, but it was fine for now from the look of it. The mention of Issie in a skirt had caused him to arc an eyebrow at his friend. Now that would be something to see.<br><br>As he was busy naming his character, a comment from Dre caused him to look up and he shook his head. "Nah, I'll be fine when we land. But I'd still be up for looking around for a while," he said as the corner of hips curled into a grin. While he had never been much of a fan when it came to drugs and the said <em>meds</em> Dre was talking about since he liked to keep his mind sharp and focused, Jacob was always up to the idea of causing a little mischief. Who knew maybe they could also hit a few bars since they'd be once they touched Greek soil. Not like that would have stopped them otherwise, but sometimes drinking in public - like they already could in France - was more fun than in drinking private. Coming from someone that didn't like crowds, that was saying something. Of course each had their own separate perks, since depending on the company that was entertainment in private, the level of&nbsp; enjoyment could sometimes be much, much better.<br><br>Feeling the bottle of water he had being nudged against his lips caused Jacob to crane his head away and shoot an interesting look at Aaria. It was half-puzzlement and half-amusement, but he flashed her a grin anyways. "I'm drinking it, I'm drinking it," he relented and took it up before taking another chug. The PSP was set in his lap for now, but when he was done drinking he capped the bottle and leaned forward to place it on the table in front of the couch. There was still half a bottle left, but there wasn't any point in downing all of it just yet. The estimated time of arrival was a little off putting for him, but it wasn't like they plane could go any faster. And shouldn't even if it could despite how much he hated flying. It was only a shame that teleportation wasn't invented. Yet. <br><br>"Given how long it will take to land, maybe a snack isn't such a bad idea after all," Jacob sighed as he started getting up out of his chair. While he didn't mind Aaria rubbing his back, or how nice it felt, he felt his stomach start to churn and this time it wasn't out of sickness. No. This time it agreed with the idea of a snack - as small as he could find for now - and maybe there would be something like that in the gallery. "What kind of fruit do you want, Dre?" he asked. He considered an apple for himself if there was any or maybe half a sandwich for now. Casting a glance back at Issie, Jacob asked, "Still interested in a drink?" While he wouldn't have anything for himself, she was the one that brought it up beforehand so it couldn't hurt to ask now that he was more up to walking around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 04:16:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Isidora Udinov<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red lace camisole tank top with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of black cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous Plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jacob, Aaria, Dre, Alee, and Zoe; Open<br>(http://fanzee.com/files/clubpicture/lyndsy-fonseca.jpg?1318246048)<br><br>Issie's lips curled up in warm amusement at Jake's faux pout. The day she saw Jake really pout would likely be the day she lost her heart completely to him. So far, it had been a battle within her that she had been beating back with a steel bat because he was probably the friend she was closest to amongst all of them. But, Jake was a gorgeous guy with that stoic type personality that drew a lot of girls in, and Issie doubted that she was the only one harboring feelings for him. With him, she worried that the feelings were far more leaning towards unrequited on his side. Which is why she kept them to herself, and never said anything to him. To actually hear from Jake that he didn't feel that way towards her would likely devastate her enough to cause issues with the friendship they shared. <br><br><strong>"You do so, Jacob, and I am going to make you buy me a brand spanking new one!"</strong> She sternly insisted, but the playful smile across her lips as she didn't even look up from her laptops glowing screen made it clear she knew he was just being... Well, him. <br><br>Her thoughts wandered as she fiddled with the open tab for the net that she had yet to type anything into the search bar. Quietly she listened to the conversations around her, and smirked a little as she heard Zoe and Dre's exchange. Just the smell of the blunt for Issie was relaxing, and that was more than enough for her since she preferred to stay away from smoking period. Too many of those informational video's in health about any kind of smoking causing ill-effects had scared her off of it enough. <br><br>At Alee's comment about any of the girls not wanting to shop to hang out with the boys she chuckled warmly. <strong>"Hey, if it means avoiding trying on any skirts or dresses, I'm with the guys!"</strong> She threw in with a glance to Alee and a teasing grin on her lips before she looked back to the screen in front of her. With a slightly frustrated sigh, towards herself, she shut the laptop and was slowly starting to put it away with an irritated look at the beloved piece of technology that was just frustrating her right now. She looked up to see Aaria rubbing Jake's back and felt a stir of jealousy that she was bold enough to even touch Jake affectionately like that. The mention of a drink once again from Jake had Issie thinking it over, but alcohol on her breath would likely cause issues once they landed. <strong>"Nah, it's alright. Thanks, though. Try not to paint the food with bile though okay?"</strong> She tossed at him with a smirk before finishing up putting away her laptop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 05:49:14</strong>
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				Name: Elena Valentino<br>Wearing: Form fitting low riding black jeans. Knee high supple dark brown high heeled boots with buckle around the open of the boot. Dark red top with plunging neckline with dark brown glove leather waistcoat, and black fedora with silver band.<br>Location: Mortocalus Plan<br>Tag: Adrian, Dre, Jacob, Open<br><hr><br>Turning her head, Elena's face scrunched a bit as she stuck her tongue out playfully at Adrian. "If I'm so mean, then I guess, I won't feed you," she spoke teasingly tickling his stomach. Her hazel-green eyes twinkling with mischief as she filled the tray with some grapes, cheese. Pulling out a container of salad, "Could always go with the rabbit food instead?" Winking, she placed the salad back into the fridge and grabbed two more subs with assorted meats and cheeses. Grabbing a jar of horseradish for her sub and placed it on the tray. Noting the tray was starting to look a bit overloaded.<br><br>Placing the tray on the very top. "Hmm, I think cheesecake is in order for something sweet." Grabbing a white chocolate raspberry swirl cheesecake. Finding some plates, she placed the slices on the plates. "Rian, can you carry the tray for me?" Using a smaller tray, she put the plates with the dessert on it. Just as she was about to leave, she remembered the fruit. Plucking an apple and some banana's out of a bowl, dropped them on the tray. Emerging from the galley, she handed Dre the Kiku apple. "There you go, sorry about the wait." She smiled.<br><br>Walking back to the coffee table, she set the tray down. Picking up the banana, Elena looked over to Jacob. "Do you want to try a banana? I've heard it helps with nausea?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 05:51:01</strong>
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				(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRvTvp6ss_MF5DjTDSoAi9xzvO_EWdSVKYnouMe0k3U-CNrMHTO0A)<br><br>Name: Adone Cerioni<br>Wearing: Basic black tee shirt with a 20 sided die on it, blue jeans and blue and black converse shoes. <br>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br>Tag: Zoé, Isidora Udinov<br><br>"I can say that while I do like cars...the idea of turning to the left or right doesn't really appeal to me if ya know what I mean." He winked at her and stood up after collecting his things. "I don't want keep you from your sight seeing. So if you need me Ill be over there." He pointed to the end of the bench and slid down it not wanting to cramp Zoé or make her feel uncomfortable. He really did like her, as he did a few others on the plane but he hated weed. The smell was fine but he was a very imaginative person and didn't need a drug to make him feel like he could really see what he thought about. <br><br>He notice the way Issie placed her laptop away and his eyebrow curled in wonder. "Hey, what are you workin on Issie?" He asked and moved to sit behind her for a moment. "If you need help with something Id be happy to lend my assistance to you." He didn't really have any strong feelings for Issie but he liked to hear her speak and like any of his friends he would do anything to help them so long as they wouldn't go to jail over it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 07:39:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://img.ehowcdn.com/article-new/ehow/images/a06/0f/am/present-ideas-boy_s-18th-birthday-1.1-800x800.jpg)<br>Name: Andrew Seaforth<br>Wearing: Tottenham Hotspurs Top , Blue jeans and Nike shoes<br>Location: Mortocalous Plane<br>Tag: Any<br><br>Andrew listened to the banter around him, he was doing it again, detaching himself ,alone in a crowd, his parents if they saw him now would be trying to get him to interact more ,particularly with the girls, his father would tell him to be more confident, his mother would give the 'any girl would be happy to have you ' speech. Sadly his parents so intuitive with investing money were clueless when it came to their son.<br><br>Confidence he had in abundance he pushed the boundaries as much as possible but while he was fearless he wasn't stupid he was quite aware of the limits of his ability and then there was his mother and her 'any girl' speech. Simple truth was every girl who'd ever been attracted to Andrew , they totalled two , had both been utterly uninterested in him until they found out he was the sole heir to a multi billion pound fortune, his parents solution...to suggest he date wealth which caused his mother to say "what about Zoe/Isidora/Aaria/Aleesandra/Elena, she's pretty'<br><br>And his mother was right they were pretty all of them, good friends five of the nine best he had but while he'd developed crushes on all of them over the years and wouldn't say no to any of them, not one had ever indicated that they felt anything for Andrew romantically , when they reached Greece Andrew resolved to going into full bore parental avoidance mode because with all five girls within hearing of his mother she was going to say something that was going to be embarrassing , Andrew knew he was no Brad Pitt, hell he was no Woody Allen, it sucked but it was reality no matter how hard his mother tried to pretend otherwise.<br><br>Getting up Andrew grabbed a sub and returned to the moving, as he sat down he caught a reflection of himself in the window , the Spurs shirt...his parents would be thrilled at his choice of top...another conversation to look forward to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 07:59:06</strong>
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				(http://i4.bebo.com/052/7/large/2011/02/27/22/10205569757a12890528487l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Alexander<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red UFC shirt from Skin brand clothing, Dark blue jeans, Black Nike shoes with red laces, Skin brand hat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Elena<br><br>Adrian grabbed what Elena asked him too and followed her back to everyone, when he reached her again, he slipped an arm around and tickled her stomach as a bit of revenge on her. He sat the tray down and grabbed a sub and some extra meat and cheeses for it as well. "Hey, Elena, come sit with me?" He asked her as he went back to his seat and moved his hat. He pulled out his PSP and turned it on as he ate a bit of his sub.<br><br>He looked at her and waited to see if she would take his offer, hit bit off another bite of his food and smiled a bit as he waited, trying to catch her eye and interest for a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 11:58:14</strong>
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				Name: Elena Valentino<br>Wearing: Form fitting low riding black jeans. Knee high supple dark brown high heeled boots with buckle around the open of the boot. Dark red top with plunging neckline with dark brown glove leather waistcoat, and black fedora with silver band.<br>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br>Tag: Adria, Aaria, Open<br><hr><br>Picking up the turkey sub, Elena handed it to Aaria. Turning her head, she smiled while grabbing some grapes. Moving over to where Adrian was sitting, she sat down scooting over closer to him. Plucking a red grape off the bunch, she plopped it into her mouth. Leaning closer, she was curious to see what game Adrian was playing.<br><br>"Got any new games," she asked munching on another grape. Her parents were not a fan of video games. Her father felt it dulled the senses which was why he had her learning to cook as soon as she could hold a spatula. But, that didn't stop her on occasion from sneaking in a game or two when she was at a friends house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marrying my best friend (The plane) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 12:50:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/155.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alessandra DiGregorio<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple rose colored dress, reaching down past her thighs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mortocalous plane<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Aaria, Dre<br><hr><br>Alee wondered when it would be a good time to inform her that her parents weren't in fact going to be there. At least that is what she had thought. Little did she know Aaria's mother had been able to work her magic and just like that they in fact would both be there. Alee hardly ever saw her father unless it was at family get togethers or she stayed up late into the night. When she was a little girl he would always come in to give her a goodnight kiss no matter what time it was. She had always been a daddy's girl despite their lack of seeing each other often. Him being there would mean the world to her.<br><br>Shaking the thoughts from her head as a new song came on she jumped up shouting, "Ohh Ohh!!" She ran over towards Dre plopping down on his lap almost naturally before putting the free ear bud to his ear. "Do you remember that song?" She asked grinning at him. This had been the song they were listening to that first night they had hung out together without everyone else. They were of course causing some mischief and it left them in a situation to where Dre had to think fast. He did well claiming 'his wife' was sick and needed some help. Yes that was why he was in the girls bathroom. She chuckled listening to song that had been playing in the bathroom. Ah the joys of a simple truth or dare game.
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