Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character
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				Title: <strong>Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 09:11:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i.imgur.com/P2W9M.png)</div><br>the announcements ;<br><br><br>★ ▍⋮「01 September `12」»<br>construction of the thread begins<br><br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/tFTjd.png)</div><br><em><strong>The Places ;</strong></em><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">- - - ✯ The Business District</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/iJ4Ag.jpg)<br>&nbsp;This is where the fat cats in their fancy suits come to work. Unless you either plan on getting business done, you're going to school, or one of your parents is a head honcho on this town, there isn't really a reason to come here.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">- - - ✯ East Decatur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/H6sVs.png)<br>Here is where most people spend their time. Here is the shopping district, the booming companies, and practically everything else you'll need to live in this town.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> - - - ✯ West Decatur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/kg1ov.jpg)<br>Casinos, casinos, and uh yeah, more casinos. Here is where you come for all your drinking-induced gambling needs.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">- - - ✯ 'Downtown' Dectur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/LgVj4.png)<br>Shadiest part of the city you can find. Located in the undergrounds of west decatur, this is the most exciting part of decatur if you know what you're doing. just make sure you don't get shanked.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> - - - ✯ La Mondrian</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/dLn1j.png)<br>A local café popular for it's world famous coffee. Located in east decatur.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> - - - ✯ St. Antonio University</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/XkTEK.png)<br>A high-ranked, expensive university, known for it's curriculum in the arts. Located in the business district.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">- - - ✯ The Beach</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/RB744.png)<br>On the edge of the city, it's a popular tourist attraction for it's beautiful sunset view.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> - - - ✯ Night Owls</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/0gExf.png)<br>Located in the west district, this club is not your average. Filled with all kinds of entertainment, from musicians to strippers.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">- - - ✯ Café Cantina</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/HZCm8.png)<br>A popular jazz club run by Atticus Kristoff.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> - - - ✯ The Apartments on 6th Street</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/tKdf6.png)<br>Known for the large amount of celebrity children occupying it. Located on the edge of both the east and west districts.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 09:24:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ </div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7gPrJ.png)</div> THIS WASTED TIME ON YOU HAS LEFT ME SHAKING HERE WAITING FOR SOMETHING MORE THIS WASTED TIME<br>WHEN IT A. LL COMES D - DOWN<br>to a sunrise on the east side to a sunrise on the east side<br><br><br>It's the year 2012<br>JANUARY <br>evening/ 6:00 p.ᴍ.<br><strong>Sun&nbsp; &nbsp;Mon&nbsp; &nbsp;Tue&nbsp; &nbsp;Wed&nbsp; &nbsp;Thu&nbsp; &nbsp;Fri&nbsp; &nbsp;Sat</strong><br><br>01&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;02&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;03&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;04&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;05&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 06&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;07<br>08&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;09&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;11&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 13&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;14<br>15&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;16&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;18&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;19&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;21<br>22&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;23&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;24&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;25&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;26&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 27&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;28<br>29&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;30<br><br>ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ- ᴄʜɪʟʟʏ. sɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ; <br>ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ&amp; ᴇᴀsᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴛᴜʀ<br><br><strong>EVENTS!</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr> (http://i.imgur.com/7kyuT.jpg) (http://i.imgur.com/7kyuT.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i.imgur.com/Z8xN6.jpg)<br><br>the rumors ;<br><em><strong>ʻʻ A little birdie told me so... ʼʼ</strong></em><br><br>✦ - <br>✦ - <br>✦ - <br>✦ - <br>✦ - <br><br>Wanna add a secret? Just pm me with the title labeled ʻʻ A little birdie told me so...ʼʼ and your rumor. It can be about anyone in the rp. To make it even more interesting, the character will have to deny or accept these rumors sometime during the roleplay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 08:37:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Intro Event</span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee466/Nyvedna/ch1.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome ! Tonight there is the annual Decatur Gala taking place at the Gemini Palace at 7:00 <br>P.M. sharp in the Business District area. It's the big ２５ｔｈ anniversary, so keep your check <br>books on hand! Plenty of the celebrities, as well as their children are attending this assorted <br>affair—happens every first month of the year—of course! There are plenty of charities <br>representing their causes in which these hot celebrities will willingly participate in auctions, <br>bidding, and donations in order to support these various causes. Not only does it provide <br>excellent funds for plenty of worth causes, but it also helps promote names around this town. <br>Get to know people, let your people call their people and other random connections. Sure there <br>have been noted scandals happening about this scene, but of course, those are kept on the <br>down low. Not even the media likes dirty coverage on such an..innocent, and most traditional <br>event. You don't mess with orphans or tree huggers, they'll snap you like a twig. Plenty of stars <br>have also donated their talents for the auctions and biddings, so if you're looking for a one of a <br>kind piece, or unreleased, collectors edition album, well it's the place to try your luck and see if <br>you can score such a break!<br><br>P.S. Shhhh, this is top-secret! Young adults and children of those big time celebs! Their's an <br>after party to take a break from this stiff setting. Get ready to let loose! Location? Night Owls at <br>12 : 0 0 PM!</span><br>ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ- ᴄʜɪʟʟʏ. sɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ; <br>ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ&amp; ᴇᴀsᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴛᴜʀ</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛</span></div></div><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 23:40:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Several hours ago...</em></span><br><br>His day did started like any other celeb or famous person with some kind of problem. In therapy due to anger. Yes such a petty reason as that was the reason he sat being forced spewing his guts to a woman named Dr. Frazier. Newer to the whole mind of individuals with money. This had been his second time here in a fancy over priced room with this woman analyzing his mind or rather failing at it. The reason behind his coming here was the person that was now paying out of the ass for his being here wasting time. It was silent until one of the two of them decided to talk. "I know you dislike coming here, but what these sessions are for Gale. It is so you can release all the hostility that you hold inside yourself. I just want you to relax and keep in mind that this is a safe place. So feel free to curse, cry or any other emotion that might occur during todays visit. These sessions are confidential. I am only here to listen and not to judge." He would only nod. His plan was to give her as much as possible in a short period of time. Clearing his throat.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Thirty minutes later....</em></span><br><br>"What more can I say to you? I can continue talking until my face is blue.. I don't look like I'm crazy do I?" in the end Dr. Frazier had not been able to write down ever little thing he had said. Which was thankful since most of it was constant circling of topics, bad mouthing his father for his faults, and reminders of how pissed he was for the childhood filled with lies. With a wave goodbye to the baffled therapist. He went along with the next activity. One would be fun since it be little'd most of his fathers signed artists, and the 'Don't mess up the beat contest' by his dad to scout potential.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Five hours ago...</em></span><br><br>As time dwindled down he was in a studio that he rented out one that did not belong to his father. Since the likely hood that someone his father knew would be occupying the site. It was around that time and he still was not <em>'allowed'</em> to be know to the public until tonight with this party that would be happening. He'd be rushed with the other half which was recording himself six times then making it fit. The dead line was in two days. Most that knew Gale wanted to know why he hated his dad and it was simple. You lie to a person to an extent that forgiveness can not be an option so much in fact that said person had to leave to the other half of the world. Much more time wasted, including cheap laughs, snark remarks, and so on... wasting two hours of his life knowing he would get chewed out for it. Caring? Not so much on that notion. He'd play the role of the nice child to the public for his daddies sake, yet other wise hell was gonna be paid in full. With three hours left until the party it was high time to go toward his personal hell that contained the people he disliked the most. A.E. his father and step mother.<br><br>His home was one of the extravagant ones. The type you saw on television. That kind of setting, it beat the hell out of his mothers house in Australia, yet lacked the warm feeling inside. It felt more like a show floor then a humble abode. furniture that costed more then what most normal people made in three year, and that was with a number of promotions or a CEO level. It was clear that his father was home, and not alone nothing new. A eight years since his dad 'Camus' made it big and stood at the top as a producer. People remained envious, women claimed to of had sex with him...many not pretending either, besides being the overall asshole. Delbert was a dog and eve with his <em>'leash'</em> it didn't stop him. The Black man sat with two others drinking. One being an young up in coming named Justus and the other named Grewsome. Typical generic artist each wanted to have a name to brag about to their home boys.<br><br>"Gale get your ass here would ya? Meet the two I'm&nbsp; gonna sign next month." The tone of his voice was slurred and the smelt of smoke and drink was faint if to close. "I don't care if they were taking over the world leave me alone. They are just gonna tank. I heard them rap they suck." Being blunt as possible know all to well that to not upset Cruz they would act nice."Most of their songs sound exactly the same makes me wonder if they ain't just sharing lyrics." A joke that was not meant to get a laugh, but rather sting at a couple of egos. Faces showing how everything. Cruz was still somber enough to know the hate filled tone of his son. And glared at Gale as if saying mentally '<em>Start and I will hurt you.'</em> it was the reaction that made a bastard child's day. "Fine....fine I'm gonna go change into something more fitting you just sit and continue let them kiss your ass for all its worth. Maybe they'll even bend over and take it. The money is good enough ain't it?" the last snide comment before he departure towards the upstairs where is clothing was waiting <br><br>He unclothed himself his upper body covered with tattoos each one was earned from hard work. Tribal marking that he adorned his tan dark skin. They were things of beauty, the pain of getting them all was worth it. It was covered once again by a purple long sleeved collared shirt, with a black tie that bugged the living hell outta he since it was something he was not familiar with. Next came the removal of his pants that hugged loosely around his waist. Traded in for suit pants that matched the tie. Before putting on the shoes &amp; jacket he'd fix his black locks tying it pack in a ponytail which did little for the large bangs that blocked his hazel eyes with one of a brighter hue. Orange more specific tangerine color. Moving back to his hair now on the bangs. Using three bobby pins he made on lay back giving a view of the right side of his face the left shrouded. It would work.<br><br>All he had to do now was wait from his parents to be ready. Cruz would be fashionably late as always. Until the head bitch of the house hold demanded departure. She had made it clear that being early was what she wanted. One thing was for certain she got what she wanted or all hell broke loose. The young man waited in the safety of his room not needing anything negative until he got into car with them. Turning on his computer and setting up his web cam he'd make a short vid and post it on his wall. The older one since then was still being looked at. It being only about five minutes long and would be notifying former friends, mutual acquaintances, fans, and so on of his return to the states. It was exposure time. Bunch of bullshit and faking it was what he did best.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>In the Car &amp; Arriving at the Gala</em></span><br><br>Gale sat opposite of his family as they rode to the Gala in the Limo His father and Step mother were taking care of a fussy six year old. The entire way! She had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her spoiled rotten attitude showed results of her pampered life. Since he'd been gone Cheri had been treated like a Princess getting clothes, toys, and almost had taken over his room if it had not been for the pad lock he placed on the day of his leaving. Once they quelled her down. Angel looked at him whilst she held her little girl. "You have to be on your best behavior the both of you. I don't need you two grilling each other from across the room." Wagging her finger at both his father and him. They acted so much alike that it was sick to watch both pouted folding their arms&nbsp; and gave a death stare. She kept going on about the things they shouldn't be doing, and how their would be hell to pay if one of them fucked it up for her this recalling the last. <br><br>Once the Limbo came to a full stop everyone stopped the bickering as if nothing happened. No mummers, or back talk this was the role they had outside of closed doors, a 'happy family' with not a care in he world. First his father exited the back, then mother with her daughter in hand. Each one of them had been flocked toward by reporters and news on what they were wearing and what was their expectation of tonight's event was. This gave him the chance to slip out of the door Limo undetected by the masses. Being in the spotlight after his time away would be a hard thing to adjust to this day not going to be the start.<br><br>Inside was rather spacious and elegant with more then enough tables to sit the invited guests in all he could count more then thirty tables each covered with fine linen of a royal blue atop of them were plates of the snow white, silverware had been arranged neatly. Within the center was a dance floor polished to perfection the light made the surface illuminate. A top the ceiling a chandelier one Gale had seen for several years now. From where he was standing more lower level celebs were already inside conversant with one another, yet he did not see anyone he knew. "Now introducing Mr and Mrs. Roman with their children Mr. Gale Roman and Miss Cheri Roman." He had not seen them come in both of his parents had sister at the declining stairs which could bring them down to the other celebs. His little sister made the grabby hand motion to him as they were coming down. He only shook his head as if telling her that she had to endure it for a bit until he could rescue her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 22:02:47</strong>
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				<em>Waking up...</em> Kat sighed and looked up to the ceiling, it has been awhile ever since she could wake up whenever she wanted. The new place her mothers made her life in was filled with spoiled kids, people from the world of being famous. She sighed moving her hand to her hair and looking at the poster of her mothers band taped up neatly on the ceiling, Katty was her mothers biggest fan. Hating being famous because of her mother was something she would need to live with for the rest of her life, she felt like the shadow of her mother, a person that was only known by her mother and she hated that, she wanted to be recognized as a singer as well however she knew nobody that could play a instrument, all of them were gaga for her mother. She stood up and stretched her back looking at the time on the clock on the small table next to the bed, "<strong>8:30 AM... tonight it's that big dinner that my mother wanted me to go, however I still have a lot of time to enjoy my jump</strong>". She grinned and walked to the bathroom, today would be a fun day as the night would be the most boring night of her life.<br><br><em>Three hours later...</em> she arrived at the airport where the people she contracted to take her up were waiting, <strong><em>"Good morning miss Kathleen, how was your day so far?</em></strong>". Katty shook her head and placed her hands over his shoulder, "<strong>Told you to call me Kitty, I hate my full name it's so long</strong>". He nodded and jumped on the pilot side of the plane and waited until she got up as well. She sat down on the chair until they were at the height usually used for skydiving. Standing up she grabbed the parachute and checked on everything before she put it on. She looked over at him and smirked,"<em>Cya on the ground Mike</em>". He shook his head and sighed,<strong><em>"I have no idea why you do this, I mean your mother it's pretty famous and you do extreme sports?</em></strong>". Kat didn't answer obviously pissed off and just jumped. While on the air she felt like she could relax, the wind around her was getting a bit chilly so she knew that it would most likely snow. She pushed her feet up and her body down to make a dive, the feeling of the air hitting her face was all that she needed. When she reached the altitude she pulled on the switch and the parachute went out landing her safely on the ground. <br><br><em>Later on that day...</em> she arrived to her mothers house finally to get dressed and be ready for the all famous dinner thing. Getting out of her bike she walked to the mansion her mother had and just let herself in, "<strong><em>Good morning miss Kathleen, welcome back</em></strong>" a maid said as she remained with her eyes to the ground, her Asian heritage obvious on her eyes. "<em>Call me Kitty, where are my mothers?</em>" the maid nodded and escorted her to a set of double doors that usually were her mothers bedroom. Kat walked in and looked at her mothers changing, the world knew about the lesbians couple that had a daughter and one of the mothers were a famous singer. For years it was on the spotlight Kat getting swarmed by reporters to try and see how the 'gay' couple were treating her, one day she answered with a fist on the nose of a news guy. Ever since that day she wasn't bothered by them for the lesbian mothers but for the punch on the camera man.<br><br>"<em>Hello mom and mom</em>" she walked in and went directly behind her famous mothers back and helped her with the zip of her dress. A dress was on the floor and her famous mom pointed at it,"<em><strong>Get dressed, it would be a few hours of driving. Your room it's where you left it</strong></em>". She nodded and grabbed the dress and walked out of the huge room to another huge room. This one was filled with a lot of punk styled posters all over the walls and another poster of her mothers band in the ceiling. She turned on the radio at full blast, it was usually a indication to the maids to not bother her. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, she would need a good shower to get rid of the feeling of the sky jump earlier on the day. She waited until it was warm and got inside and let the water hit her body massaging it gently. She looked up and smiled the water gently hitting her face. She sighed and smiled, she would need to make her mother proud even if she was using a mask.<br><br>Kathleen finished her shower and dried up walking naked to her room and searching for a pair of underwear. She got herself a sexy pair knowing nobody would see it but she needed to feel sexy. She put on the underwear bra first and sat down on a small chair behind&nbsp; a very big mirror. Putting on makeup and fixing her hair was something she hated to do so she usually called a maid to do it, however this time she would want to try herself, she was a woman after all. It took her almost a hour to get the makeup right before she stood up and finished dressing. The dress pushed her breasts up a bit and showed her firm but sexy body, she wasn't a stranger to working out in order to enjoy her hobby more. Finally she walked out and her not famous mother was in front of the door, "<strong><em>You look great hon, let's go your mother it's waiting already on the limo</em></strong>". She nodded and walked out behind her mother outside where a huge white limo was waiting.<br><br>Walking in she sat between her mothers and sighed as the music on the background was of course of her mothers band. She looked outside and sighed trying her best to look positive although it was clearly becoming impossible for her to do so. She took a glass of wine thinking it would relax her nerves and searched her purse for her earphones and put them on with her own music. The rest of the trip was very silent as she just looked outside and sang to herself softly.<br><br><em>Now introducing Jessica Johnson and her wife Lizbeth Conners with her daughter Ms.Kathleen Johnson...</em> she looked around at all the people that were present and smiled as they walked in arm by arm. When the spotlight were out of them she let go and decided to just remain with her mothers for awhile. She greeted people and shook hands keeping a fake smile all the time and half mindlessly joining the conversation from time to time with her own thoughts about the spoken material which often her mother looked at her sternly for that. Finally when she was left alone she rushed to a corner and grabbed a couple of stuff to eat being very careful to be as refined as possible.<br><br>Her dress was a very long black dress with her shoulders free, it refined her curves as she remained up. She looked around and saw a couple of kids of her age going through the same hell she was going through. She sighed and finally sat down on a chair but she was quickly talked to by a man fan of her mothers band. She stood up and talked with him for awhile, she hated these events since she could not be herself. Only a few people knew about her extreme sports and most of them were kids of famous people as well, she was a well known name on the kids of the rich and famous because of the punch she landed on the reporter that still had a lot to talk about. Looking at the man with a bit of a mad look proved him to quickly walk away not really wanting to get punched at.<br><br>She finally stood up and walked to the back trying to get some fresh air, Kitty sighed and looked at the moon finally smiling. The moon always had a way to make her smile and to calm her down and her mothers knew it. So when she left outside they knew exactly what was happening and left her alone. She hummed a song by her mother, she...like her mother had a very beautiful singing voice and it didn't really showed that she wasn't the famous one. She closed her eyes and let the song wash her away and relax her.<br><br>Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT1-sitWRtY#ws)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img14/3372/20c18ad46c21e22bcde4eab.jpg)<br><strong>Drake Holland <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> Age: 22 <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> Actor's son</strong></div><strong>"Aaaand cut! That's a wrap, people!"</strong> The director's voice was met with enthusiastic cheering and broad smiles, many clapping or pumping their fists into the air as the tense atmosphere relaxed. Crewmen and actors hustled about the scene, shaking hands and congratulating each other on a job well done. At the center of all this was young Drake Holland, who had played the main male lead in the production. Many flocked to him almost naturally, surrounding him like a pack would their leader. His charismatic personality and looks enthralled them; this he knew. It was something he had practiced for years, after all.<br><br><strong>"You were amazing, Mr. Holland!"</strong> one of the cameramen, a sturdy guy in his late thirties with a slowly receding hairline, complemented the young actor with a grin that went from ear to ear and a friendly clap on the shoulder that had Drake buckle for a brief moment. God, how he hated when people touched him like that...<br><br><strong>"Ah, just call me Drake, Mr. Jones."</strong> It wasn't something he was going to like, being called by his first name by some mediocre man who never made it past a life as a medium wage worker. However, this would score him a lot of points in the social rankings of those surrounding him that he thought were worth his time and attention. The young lady playing the female lead particularly had his interest. He would have to see if he could persuade her to have a 'post production evaluation' at his apartment some time.<br><br>A few minutes later a bottle of champagne was opened and the party got going. After some lengthy conversations with, for the most part, the main cast and the director, a old veteran very successful doing smaller productions like these, Drake excused himself, saying with fake smile that was impossible to tell apart from a genuine one, that he had get ready to attend the annual Decatur Gala with his family later that evening. Naturally, he did not leave empty handed, having at least managed to score the phone number of the female lead.<br><br>Arriving at his luxurious downtown L.A. apartment later that afternoon, he set out to get his things in order for the party that evening. It was a large social event where he could make good connections. Having his parents there as well would be a huge boost, seeing as they were both world famous actors. His father's most recent role had been that of a older, mediocre rated super hero in a story where super heroes fight crime while having their costumes littlered with logo's of their sponsors, as if they were athletes and had their crimefighting recorded live on TV. It was an interesting twist on the familiar superhero genre, and one that had worked out well, seeing as the movie had become a major hit and Micheal Holland had been signed on for two sequels almost immediately.<br><br>His mother, on the other hand, was more known for her long running role in a popular soap opera. She played a role that fit her perfectly: that of a soft and caring mother. Unlike her husband, who had come from a long line of actors, Lianna was born in a middle class working family and had worked herself to her current fame and success, utilizing her talents. Those were the things Drake admired most in himself and some of the people around him: talent and the ability to use it to secure yourself fame and fortune. That was why, unlike his younger brother Drake, who seemed perfectly content mooching off their parents without any real ambitions of his own, the eldest son of the Holland actor couple strove to be successful as well, using his own talents.<br><br><strong>"Yes... Yes, I will, mom. Don't worry,"</strong> he responded some time later, talking to his mother over his cellphone as he stood in front of the full size mirror in the corner of his bedroom, contemplating which colour and pattern tie he should wear with his outfit. He had so many of them, it was often hard to choose. In the end, he went with a lighter shade of orange that didn't have a pattern, but possessed a nice looking silver accessory. It looked good, would go well with his dark designer suit, and made him stand out in a manner that wasn't obvious attention seeking.<br><br>Drake was picked up in the evening by the white limosine of his parents. They chatted idly on their way to the party in Decatur. He mostly questioned his father about his role in the sequels to the superhero movie. It was good to get some insight on those truly big roles, even though he's heard it a million times now from his parents. The prospect to boost his fame and fortune with such glamour roles excited young Drake; to be better than anyone else, an elite.<br><br>The Holland family made their appearance together, walking up the red carpet with the parents with arms linked and a son on each side. This was how they always walked. It was mainly because Drake and Damon did not get along. The former had little patience with waste of space people like the latter. They were quickly swarmed by the media, but the eager crowd did not faze them; they were used to it. A few questions were answered, some jokes were made, some <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> or rather many <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> pictures were taken.<br><br>Inside Drake lingered by his parents' side for a while, mingling with whatever high ranking producer, director, or other person of status would come up to talk to them, but eventually he branched off, deciding to take a short break. Managing to snag a glass of champagne from a passing waiter carrying several on a tray, he slowly made his way outside for some fresh air. The cool January breeze was rather refreshing after a long while inside, where many bodies kept the room warm. Contrary to what he had expected, Drake was not alone. A young woman, appearing to be around his own age if her attractive backside was anything to judge by, had braved the night in a long, shoulderless dress. She was humming quite melodically to herself, so he decided not to disturb her, standing to the side. Leaning against a pillar, he closed his eyes, eyelids hiding those clear aqua eyes as he took a sip of his drink, letting the taste linger on his tongue as he listened to the young blond's humming. It was rather soothing, he had to admit. Perhaps she was a musician?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 06:47:27</strong>
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				<strong>Midnight: Pacific Time (8 AM GMT)</strong><br><br><strong>"Yes, I'll be there in plenty of time for the event. I'll have to be, won't I? They're auctioning me off. I feel like a seized drug boat."</strong> His shoes, casual slip-ons to make travel easier, made no sound as he traversed the concourse at this unspeakable hour. <strong>"I know, I know, I'll behave. Sorry you two can't make it, I know you were looking forward to it. They're boarding soon, I'll have to go."</strong> He'd spent the entire night partying and the morning at a local waffle haus to wile away the hours until he left, and there was a headache brewing. He was traveling incognito, and was wearing the stereotypical hat and sunglasses. He was fairly certain he'd lost his followers somewhere between the waffles and the cab to the airport, or at least he hadn't seen anyone taking second and third glances at him outside of security or the ticket counter. He'd booked a first class seat to L.A. from Heathrow, and was prepared to spend the foreseeable future in blissful slumber. He boarded the plane, and even in first class was surprised to find himself the lesser of the personalities therein. He knew some of the others on sight, a banking magnate, an actor of note, and a famous writer. He was just another face in the crowd among them, and he couldn't have been happier. He sat beside the actor, as was his seat, and was prepared to lean the seat back as soon as takeoff commenced. The others would likely be taking care of some variety of business during the trip, but he would sleep through it. His headphones drew the surrounding world away and transported him to a realm of beats and rhythms. From there, sleep came swiftly.<br><br><strong>1 PM: Pacific Time</strong><br><br>Landing at LAX and proceeding through the international terminal carefully, Jun found a sign for the pseudonym he was to be received under. The car service was understanding and got him into a sedan quickly, to take him to the apartment in nearby Decatur. He would dress for the evening, he had originally considered something reminiscent of Prince with purple velvet but was now leaning more towards something reserved. This was after all a charity function, and he was raising money for... actually, he couldn't even recall who he was raising money for. He knew it had something to do with the military, but that might have been the U.S.O., or any of a number of service organizations. That ruled out the SS outfit he got from Prince Harry, certainly. In the end he went as he occasionally did at official functions, in a completely white suit. The suit, undershirt, tie, and even pocket square were white, as were his shoes. The only way he could have worn more white was if he painted himself. He briefly considered painting his nails white at the thought, but reconsidered again due to the nature of this party. He also packed some clothing in a garment bag for the after-party, so that he wouldn't have to wear his current outfit all night. Custom tailored suits were comfortable enough, but they didn't have the flair of his usual outfits. He still had a few hours left before the Gala, and decided to simply watch some television in the intermittent time.<br><br><strong>6:45 PM</strong><br><br>As the Town Car pulled up a block away from the venue, Jun could see the crowd already. He was expected to make an entrance, and would do so, but as much as he enjoyed the attention sometimes he wondered if it wouldn't just be easier to skip the red carpet and enter via a side door. His invitation was in an inner pocket of his jacket, and he doubted he'd have any trouble even if he didn't have the paper. He had his I.D. in his wallet, and anyone with a list of donors would see him thereon. Jun wished, at this moment, that he had some variety of arm candy. It could have been anyone at all, he just wanted someone to be with him and protect him from the penetrating gaze of the cameras. Upon his arrival into the ballroom proper, it is announced that they are presenting <strong>"Jun Kawakita, son of Taka"</strong>. He despised being referred to in such a manner, partially because his father did not even go by that name any longer, but mostly because he was tired of being known only in relation to his father. He'd spent a few hours the other day trying to come up with a DJ name so he could stop being known by the family name but everything was becoming taken. He'd have to lose the DJ nomer and come up with something like Deadmau5 or Daft Punk. He made the rounds and gave the usual pleasantries, but he desperately wanted a drink by this point and would have it or leave in search of one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:11:33</strong>
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				Name:Kyle Young (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150936.msg6902146#msg6902146)<br>Where: Just inside the entrance to the Gala<br>With: By myself, everyone passing by as the enter the event.<br><hr><br>Kyle woke up in the morning long before the sun came up, grabbed his iPod and went for a run.&nbsp; Starting low he runs the streets around the apartments working his way up the drain pipe onto the first roof of the local buildings jumping, and climbing until he is on the roof of his apartment building enjoying the softly falling snow.&nbsp; Grabbing his favorite seat he takes out the camera from the bag he’d left waiting there and takes a few shots of the sun just coming out over the horizon.&nbsp; He has been trying to get this shot since he moved into the apartments but never comes out as good as the one his mother took from the very same roof top to start her career many years earlier.<br>&nbsp; <br>Sighing he grabs the bag running at the ledge, going up and over, his fingers grabbing the edge dragging his body back from midair falling the 10 feet to his balcony on the top floor.&nbsp; As he drops in he notices his father has come for a visit.&nbsp; Kyle walks into his own living room as his father stammers “What? Where did you come from?”&nbsp; “The roof” Kyle replies like it was obvious, “What do you want?”&nbsp; “You’ve got plans for this evening,” his father informs him, “Someone booked your mother to take candid shots at the Decatur Gala this evening and she had been called away on another gig. You are going to go in her place.” “But I had plans to go to…” Kyle starts off but is quickly interrupted by his father, “You’re going. Period.”&nbsp; As his father leaves he turns and says off handedly, “Don’t forget to dress appropriately, as payment your allowed to attend the event as a regular guest once all the guests have arrived. Have fun.”&nbsp; Groaning Kyle walks towards his shower…<br><br><em>Several hours later….</em><br><br>“I know” Kyle says into his phone, “I know, I was looking forward to attending your class tonight as well” pause as he listens, walking down the stairs towards the parking garage.&nbsp; “Thanks DeLano, rain check for sure, please tell Midori I’m sorry and I’ll try and make it up to her as soon as possible.”&nbsp; Walking into the garage listening to his phone as he approaches his V-Rod Motorcycle “Thanks DeLano, catch you later” Hanging up the phone Kyle gets on and rides over to his studio over in East Decatur.&nbsp; He opened shop and sat around fulfilling the few orders he had online, waiting until the dreaded hour when he closed shop and had to go to the gala….<br><br><em>Shortly before 5pm….</em><br><br>Kyle closes his studio doors and goes into the back and taking a shower.&nbsp; He towels off admiring the tattoo’s he’d had done over the last couple years; his family crest his left arm, the little cross on the inside of his right wrist, the tribal eagle on his right shoulder blade, wondering what of the many designs running through his head he should do next. Finally donning a pair of dark blue denim pants, a black button front shirt his father had insisted he’d buy, for-going the tie instead putting a silver necklace in its place, with the eagle talon his mother had had silvered and given him.&nbsp; Rounding the look off with a with a deep brown leather jacket he grabbed his helmet and camera bag, ensuring it was packed and ready to go, and walking out to his bike….<br><br><em>Thirty minutes later arriving at the Gala….</em><br><br>Kyle drives past the front entrance noting how many people were swarming around with cameras.&nbsp; He drives around the back of the building parking his motorcycle so it’s ready for a quick getaway.&nbsp; He sneaks in the back door through the kitchen showing his ID to security who show him to the front office where he stores his camera bag and makes his way towards the entrance.<br><br>Arriving just in time to see the Roman family arrive.&nbsp; Snapping a few pictures of the couple and their children noticing Gale isn’t having as a great time with his family as he was pretending to have.&nbsp; Most would never notice but Kyle recognizes the look having felt the same way on numerous occasions, giving Gale a brief nod, “I hope your evening improves.” He adds under his breath. As the family moves off towards their table<br><br>Next to arrive was Kathleen Johnson with her mothers.&nbsp; Posing for a few quick shots Kyle lets them pass, taking a few quick shots of Kathleen in her gorgeous dress, as he thought to himself, now there is a gorgeous woman I wouldn’t mind getting to know better.&nbsp; Keeping his eye on her as she moves off Kyle nearly misses the entrance of the Holland family.&nbsp; <br><br>Kyle snapped a few quick shots of Mr. and Mrs. Holland, and their son Drake noticing how they all naturally lent themselves to having pictures taken.&nbsp; He laughed to himself, must come naturally from being in front of them all day he thought. Almost immediately following them Jun Kawakita entered.&nbsp; Kyle was taking a few shots of him before he remembered where he’d heard the name Taka before.&nbsp; His mother always talked about a shoot she did with him and how nice and considerate he was during the shoot.<br><br>Kyle set up waiting for the remaining guests to arrive taking shots of anything and everything that caught his eye…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:07:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Time:</strong><em> 9am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Sayuri's apartment.</em></div><br>Sayuri lay there in bed staring at the ceiling as her body slowly awoke from a dream she couldn't recall. Once again she woke with both her bedsheets and herself covered in cold sweat, accompanied by a massive headache and a sore throat. It annoyed her to no end to awaken like this, but a part of her had some what accepted that she was to live with this. <br><br>As she got up she looked at her clock and then to the calendar on her wall. Today was the day when she would be put on parade to impress her father's associates, the media and make her parents look good. Although her mother would always say she wasn't being put on display, she would be taking up her role as walking art and showing what a grown-up she had become; which was just a load of bull to Sayuri. The black haired beauty wasn't as naïve as her parents liked to believe. <br>The teen felt that her innocence was taken long ago and felt there was no way she could undo her experience and knowledge. She was almost an adult and not the naive child you could easily lie to any more. However, she allowed her parents to carry on thinking she was. It was the only way to keep the peace. <br><br>As Sayuri went into her bathroom she ran the freezing cold water in the sink to splash her face and took a quick drink before she opened her cabinet. Once she opened it, she took some of the bottles of anti-depressants, mood stabilizers and tranquillisers and shook the dosages she was suppose to be taking into her hand. The dark haired girl then briefly looked at herself in the mirror, knowing after tonight she would have to start taking them again, as a liver tolerance check would be required two weeks from now; something she knew would give away the fact she actually wasn't taking her medication, and wasn't the stable, good little girl her parents and psychologist had come to believe she was with the little cocktail. <br>With a small sigh Sayuri put the hand of pills under the running tap and watched them go down the drain. This was a routine she had grown used to for the past few years and it never ceased to give her small bit of satisfaction. <br><br>In combination with her natural ability to act, she would take her medication two weeks before the mandatory blood test. It was this which kept up the façade that she was still taking her medication. The only down side to all of this was the fact she had to cold turkey herself afterwards. But the price of staying who she was, to her, was worth it.<br><br>Sayuri felt she would rather live with the scars she had acquired than become a blissfully ignorant zombie, who simply didn't register bad emotions or situations. To say she was proud of her scars would be inaccurate. To say she was over the trigger of her current mentality would also be wrong. The closest thing that could be said is that she had partly accepted her nightmares and had also partly accepted that she was who she was, and couldn't really change. It didn't matter that she wasn't considered normal. She was her own person and that was all that mattered to her.<br><br>Once she was finished with her morning routine she opened the curtains in her living quarters. Even though the view was lovely, anyone with two braincells could figure out that today it was freezing cold. So once she was washed, fed and dressed, she wrapped herself up as warm as she could. Although the building was nice and toasty she didn't want to feel the cold for too long when she waited for her mother's car to arrive. So once she had finished putting her winter armour on she then made her way down to the streets where she waited for her mother to pick her up. <br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Health and beauty Spa.</em></div><br>“You must be on your best behaviour tonight...” <br>“Yes, mother...”<br>“I mean it! Your father needs this to strengthen his business relations, so we cannot afford for you to mess it up!”<br>“Yes, mother...”<br>“If you do mess this up your snake will be given away to the local zoo and you'll have all your privileges taken away for a month!”<br>“Yes, mother...”<br>“Good girl!”<br><br>Sayuri didn't even flinch as the aged beautician waxed her legs, during the one sided conversation between herself and her mother. She had grown accustomed to the pain long ago, and&nbsp; now it just felt like a dull annoyance. If anything her mother's past harshness on how childish she was being over getting upset over the pain had made her numb to this. If anything her commands and comments no longer hurt and now just served as a distraction. The woman was oblivious to the fact threats fell on deaf ears. The teen was smart enough to know when to hold back her usual behaviour. She had had more than enough practice and time to adapt.<br><br>“After we are done here, we shall go to lunch, get that mess you call hair done and pick up your kimono.”<br>“Yes, mother...”<br>“Then we will be going back to ours and get you ready. I don't understand how you could have let yourself go so much in two months!”<br>“Sorry, mother...”<br><br>The dark haired girl didn't fight her mother. She learned long ago the hard way what happened if she were to try and protest against anything the woman wanted. Everyone who knew the woman knew she wasn't someone to be messed with. Even her father knew not anger his dear wife. And so Sayuri had adapted to just allow her mother to live in the blissful belief that she had her on a leash, just like everyone else in her life. But little did she know that her daughter had taken off the collar long ago and only put it back on when needed. <br><br>“Legs are done. Now time for Brazilian~”<br>“Lovely...”<br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>6:50pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Gala</em> </div> <br><br>Sayuri's body still ached a little from the treatment at the spa, and she was having a little trouble adjusting to the tightness of the kimono wrapped around her body. It had been a while since she was in one of these, and she never did like it being this tight. But her mother, as usual, insisted that to truly be perfect for this evening she was to suffer. She claimed t was supposed to be her duty as a walking piece of perfection to suffer in exchange for her beauty.<br><br>The teen zoned out her parents nattering and stayed silent as she stared at both herself and the scenery, as the car drove them to the gala. Her face had been made up using the traditional ways the geisha of old used to. Her face was ghostly white with blood red lips, baby pink eye shadow, and her eyes as well as her eyebrows had been emphasized with a shade of coal black. Her hair had been tied back and had decorations of a small golden chime and and a sakura branch. Her kimono was made of expensive black silk which had a hand stitched pattern of pink and white flower petals.<br><br>Her look complimented both her parents, who wore different coloured kimono, which also had different designs on them to hers. Her mother had planned their looks weeks ahead and would most likely natter about it to the fashion reporters. But the most important thing, to Sayuri's mother, is the fact that from how they looked no one would guess they were a family of criminals was the most important thing to Sayuri's mother.&nbsp; Tonight Sayuri was a whole different person and she knew once she left that car she would have to act the part; it&nbsp; was something she wasn't really looking forward to, but knew for the sake of peace and her snake she would have to do.<br><br>Sayuri was brought out of her little day dream as the car slowed down as it reached it's destination. This was it. The stage was set and it was almost her time to perform. <br><br>"This is it! Remember what I said! Snake in zoo!" Her mother reminded her as she pointed her fan at Sayuri.<br>"Yes, mother..." <br>"Chin up little lilly..." Her father said reassuringly as he gently stroked her cheek, being ever so careful not to spoil her make up. <br><br>Sayuri simply smiled at him and closed her eyes as the car finally came to a stop. They were really there and now a part of her was wondering if she should have taken something to kick her nerves away. But it would seem her efforts to hide her nerves were useless as her father took her hand and squeezed it. She opened her eyes in time to see him give her a little reassuring wink. She just smiled at him once again, before he released her. <br><br><strong>“Introducing Mr Takshi Koto, his wife Mrs Mao Koto and their daughter Miss Sayuri Koto!”</strong><br><br>The announcer said as their car door swung open and the freezing cold air and snow assaulted the three of them. First her mother and father left the car, giving a wave and smile pose to all, before her father offered his hand to her. The moment she took it she was the art they wanted her to be. Slowly and gracefully she got out of the car, in fluid motion with her father's gentle guidance. The dark haired beauty then opened her black parasol at the same time as her mother and stayed posing with her for a few moments before the three of them began walking down the red carpet. Sayuri pulled off her role as the sweet and innocent daughter perfectly. The look of pride in both of her parents' eyes wasn't hard to miss. She was the walking piece of art her mother had trained her to be and for now the world's eyes were on her.<br><br>It took all the will Sayuri had not to crack her mask, as she heard fashion snobs comment on her traditional attire, gossip reporters comment on the 'murderess' showing herself at such an event and other reporters just making general statements about her family. She couldn't help but wonder if this is all these people were good for. If she could, she would have commented about how pathetic they were to make money off such events. But tonight she was to behave.<br><br>As her parents shook hands and spoke to some of the reporters, one of them approached her and asked her a harmless question. The teen was about speak, and was going to be polite, but her mother quickly cut in, keeping her voice silent. So as usual the world could not hear her voice nor know her as a person. It was a simple and harmless enough question about the rumours of her starting college in the city, but it would seem that no matter how good her acting was she would never be trusted to not slip up in some way.<br>Once her parents decided they were done with speaking and posing for the cameras the three of them walked inside the building. What greeted them was breath taking.&nbsp; <br><br>As the door closed Sayuri tried her best not to show how the sudden shift from freezing to toasty effected her. To help her with this she was about to ask her father something, but both of her parents walked off as they saw some friends they hadn't seen in a long while. Sayuri stayed put, but looked around the place. She spotted children of the other celebrities and did her best to hide her scorn at how some of them could get away with misbehaving, as they were. There she was having to play perfect daughter and they were getting away with murder. She gripped her parasol as a few ran past her and almost smacked into her. It took everything she had no to yell at the little shits, to watch where they were going. But she wisely chose against it. <br>As Sayuri turned to follow her parents she was greeted by a butler with a tray of drinks. She was about to take a glass of champagne but from seemingly nowhere her mother quickly swatted her hand before her hand would even rise above her stomach. <br><br>“You know you can't drink while on those meds. It will make you do funny things.” She scolded quietly as she gently pulled her daughter to one side.<br>“Sorry, mother...” The dark haired beauty replied with her put on sincerity; little did her mother know how much she was actually fuming inside. <br>“Good girl.” She said with a big smile as she stroked her chin carefully, but affectionately.<br><br>With that her mother took her around and made sure to have her introduced to a few of the men her father was doing back door business with. Each commented on how much she looked like her mother, which irked her, but she didn't show it. She just let out a small giggle and looked to her mother briefly for small approval to speak, which she got with a simple nod.<br><br>“You are all too generous with your words...” Sayuri commented,as she cast her eyes downward, she pulled her fan to her face pretending to be flustered. <br><br>This earned her a chuckle from her father's friends and associates, along with a gentle hug from her mother and a lot positive comments about how modest and sweet she was. But what pissed her off was when one had the balls to actually asked her to be a bride for his son. Luckily her father wasn't the type to just marry her off for the sake of business and turned the man down. <br><br>After that her parents became too busy chatting to the other adults, so Sayuri excused herself from their presence and began wandering around the place. It seemed like a nice enough place, and she wanted to explore the place a little. Plus she just wanted to get away from them. Their conversations were doing nothing but both boring and annoying the shit out of her. <br><br>“Idiots...” She mumbled to herself as she snuck herself a glass of champagne and hid herself out of her parents' view as she took a sip. <br><br>Something told Sayuri this was going to be a long night...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 17:21:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>5:30 AM: Rodrigo's Bedroom</strong></span><br><br><em>'Cobra to Plank, Downward Dog to Handstand.' </em> Rodrigo DiMatteo made sure to mind his form and breathing. Getting too many things wrong in his morning yoga routine would put him in an irritable mood until 10 AM at least. What could he say? He was a perfectionist about his workout. Slowly he curled over into the advanced Bridge position, he felt the stretch through his toned abs and back. With very little trouble he gradually flipped up into standing position. He gave himself a quick shake then looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 5:45. He took a quick shower then went into the kitchen. Breakfast was a small affair eaten at the breakfast nook and unless he had company this was done in boxer briefs. Two pieces of toast with blueberry jam, three pieces of bacon, three poached eggs, a small bowl of yogurt and granola…more bacon…Nothing too big. As usual the bespectacled blonde finished his meal by 7 AM. Just enough time to get ready for work and leave by 7:30.<br>Rodrigo had dressed in something more casual that day, a simple white button down shirt with black jeans and a black bowler hat. He’d almost gotten his socks on when his cellphone started playing a tune by Jessica Johnson. It was his calendar alarm. Something was up today he’d missed. There on the wall of his room by the closet, he’d installed a touch screen calendar he invented to keep track of things. Today’s date blinked a pleasant royal purple. He double tapped on it so he could stop the blinking and see what was going on.<br>‘DAY OFF! :3’, it read. Rodrigo let out a belly laugh. It amused him to think it took all those alerts to get him out of his routine. He smiled brightly; this could only mean one thing. He smile fell for a moment only to return even bigger. No, this meant several things! The button down shirt, jeans, and bowler were put back in their places. In their stead Rodrigo threw on a golden yellow t-shirt with Animal the Muppet on it, some white yoga pants, and a white bear-eared beanie with ear flaps. “Oh you know what time it is!” His green eyes lit up as he put on his headset to play the latest Call of Duty on Xbox Live. Today he’d delve into the things he wanted to do and liked to do.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>10:15 AM: Rodrigo's Living Room</strong></span><br><br>“Don’t worry bro, I got the rocket launcher. Boom! Somebody tell the other team their care package got intercepted by someone who doesn’t give a fu—Hold on. My phone’s going off.” Once again Rodrigo’s cellphone buzzed. The caller ID warned him it was his father. He quickly said goodbye to his teammates and put the game on pause. With his family English was the secondary language, only to be used when socially necessary. “Ciao Papa, what’s up?” he asked. “Son, your mother, Angelique, and I are back from Milan. Did you remember what I told you about last night?” Mr. DiMatteo asked. “Um…No? Let me check something though.” A surge of alarm went through Rodrigo. He bolted up from the living room couch and double checked his calendar. Nothing other than his days off showed up for that month. Then he noticed a scrap of paper on the floor by his dirty clothes basket. He picked it up and read it. ‘For Calendar: Get Ready for Gala With Family’.&nbsp; “Crap! The Gala! I totally forgot! Ok. I’ll come over to go shopping with you and Mom for a new suit.” He took off his bear ear beanie and brought out the outfit he would have worn to work that day. “Well I know that was originally the plan but Angelique will be the one to do that with you.” Rodrigo’s rushing slowed considerably, he let out an annoyed grumble. His father continued in a soothing tone though it came across more as guilty. “I know you’ve had some trouble understanding Angelique. Your mother and I brought her in to be part of the family. Give her another chance, please? She asked to have this opportunity to bond with you, we’ll all be going to the Gala together so please try your best to get along.” Great. Just great. Rodrigo not only had to attend an event he’d forgotten about but he’d have to be subjected to Angelique’s nosiness and snobbery. <br>He sighed. “Alright…I’ll behave.”<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>6:55 PM: In the Car Almost at the Gala</strong></span><br><br>Rodrigo was pissed. Angelique was still trying to bond, going so far as to sit next to him. She’d refused to let him wear a hat without talking his ear off about how he already had too many. She’d also been incredibly snide with the salespeople. They may not have made as much as she did, but they were people too! Though his parents found her high voice to be endearing, Rodrigo thought it was shrill and annoying, only slightly softened by a French accent. “You look so handsome Rigo! And thank goodness without one of your silly hats. They made you look poor!” She patted his cheek. As she leaned over her cleavage showed quite a bit thanks to the tight strapless pink gown she wore. The only reason he didn’t outright turn away from the touch was for his parents’ sake. They liked her so she stayed. As such it had strained the family’s relationship a bit. He rarely visited the house if she was there. If his cousin Teresa were alive, Angelique wouldn’t have made it through the door. She used to be a sounding board for these types of things. “Rigo make sure to be nice to your peers. Even if they don’t seem that nice, their parents could ask for a commission from your father. A few of the people I’ve heard are coming went to his most recent gallery show at the museum so it’s a big possibility.” Mrs. Di Matteo said. “Yes, Mom.” The young man replied with a grin. He’d bought a black suit with white pinstripes, a red shirt, and a white tie to set it off. His mother wore an elegant silver halter dress with a black sequin belt; his now sleeping father opted for a navy blue suit with a white shirt and no tie. “Dad, wake up! We’re here!” Rodrigo reached across and gave his father’s knee a good shake. With a snort and a sheepish smile Mr. Di Matteo shook off his nap. “Let’s get to it!” He replied without a trace of grogginess. The car’s back doors opened. It was show time. Rodrigo and his father helped Angelique and his mother out of the car. The two ladies went on either side of Mr. DiMatteo. Rodrigo went on his mother’s side. <strong>“Introducing Luciano DiMatteo, his wife Maria DiMatteo, their girlfriend Angelique L’Noir, and their son Rodrigo DiMatteo!”</strong> They all posed for a few “family” pictures before going inside. As quietly as possible, Rodrigo slipped away to snag a bottle of Coke Zero and a better view of what was going on. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wenseph</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 07:34:49</strong>
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				"Yes, I did enjoy our lunch together." Ava was talking on the phone with a friend, but could barely hear what either of them said. It was because of her sister, Lorelei, sitting across her in the limousine. Lorelei had turned on the music in the family's jet black limousine. Ava wasn't sure if she had done it purposefully to annoy her or if her sister was just too tipsy to consider anything else than herself. She tried to ignore it, as she'd rather miss out on what her friend said than start a fight between her and her sister before they had even arrived at the Decatur gala. They didn't always get along and had earlier fought in public, which she didn't want to experience again.<br><br>Her parents were being generally lovey dovey, with her mother sitting in her father's knee. It wasn't an unusual sight for Ava by any means, as she had grown up seeing them like that. They didn't seem to like being apart for too long. Her father was a hulk of a man, with a clean shaved face and wearing a white classy suit. Her mother was noticeably smaller, with red long hair and clad in a blue dress. She was one of the great directors in Hollywood, who many spoke about around the country and possibly even the world. Ava hoped to become like her one day, but as it was now she was nowhere close to it. Her mother did help her out though, by giving her smaller acting roles in some of her movies. It was fun, but she wasn't really passionate about it. It was very important to have passion about your work, so she had been told many times.<br><br>Lorelei was head banging by now and Ava wondered if she had turned the volume up. Her sister had decided to wear a questionably short skirt and a fashionable grey shirt. She stood out from the rest of the family. Ava herself wore a beautiful silvery dress, which almost reached her ankles when she stood up. It didn't reveal a lot of her body and she preferred it that way, especially when going to places where the press would be. She cared a bit about her reputation, at least when she was still sober.<br><br>She continued talking with her friend, mostly about what they should do the next time they met. The limousine rolled up to the Gemini Palace, where the gala took place and she realized she would have to hang up. "We'll talk tomorrow love, ta ta." Her father had turned off the music, as he didn't want them to cause too much of a commotion. Their driver got out of the limousine and walked around to open the door for them.<br><br>"Alright, let's have some fun." That was all her mother said before exiting the car after their father. Lorelei and Ava exited afterwards and tried to keep close to each other, as they walked on the red carpet. Their mother drew most of the attention of the crowd which had gathered, but Lorelei and Ava were also of some interest to them. Eventually they got inside and walked down a staircase, to the sound of someone announcing their entrance.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Now introducing Mrs and Mr Jackson and their daughters, Lorelei and Ava."<br><br>The family descended to the floor and Ava followed her mother, who went looking for a good table to sit at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 08:18:45</strong>
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				<strong>6:30 AM Kaiyo's Room</strong><br><br>The only difference between Kaiyo's previously sleeping form and her waking one, was a barely perceptible difference in the rhythm of her breathing. As per usual, she allowed herself fifteen minutes every morning (usually early) and just thought, usually lingering on things such as, <em>I wonder why I was so fortunate... Why am I always so confused and disoriented when I wake up?</em>, and before she knew it, her fifteen minutes were up. Unlike most her age, Kaiyo was completely at ease when waking up early, as she was the model daughter when it came to her studies and her rigorous attention to sleep cycles. She swung her feet over the side of her bed and let her bare feet hit the ground with a gentle 'thud', thinking to herself <em>The jet lag will be a nightmare...</em><br><br>Kaiyo was ready to burst, even as she set about doing her daily rituals, the idea of a grand social event made her nervous, not aided by the idea that she was about to partake in a long flight into a different time zone. The plan was, as her father described it, to "Fly down and book into the hotel a few hours early, leaving you a few hours to make yourself look like a proper lady!" She let out an inner sigh, her father always did take a certain liking to teasing his adopted daughter about her more western tastes. He did always find it so strange that his daughter, adopted or no, wouldn't conform to japanese tradition, fashion, foods or music. Though to his credit, Kaiyo's father was a kind and tolerant man, accepting of any and all cultures, especially the more westerly of them. <br><br>The brush went down, lifted, brushed down. Kaiyo was mechanical and efficient in her brushing, knowing that in the next hour and a half, she and her parents were to board the jet and fly down to America. Ordinarily, Kaiyo might have complained to her father incessantly, playing the innocent and nice girl card to the best of her abilities, protesting the social gatherings on account of them being quite a bore. America was different, it took a little less than twenty words to convince her this time, the opening sentence involving "America", "going to" and the second involving "people your age". Though it was to be expected, her father knew how much she loved the western world, even if it meant a stuffy social gathering between the rich and prominent. <br><br><strong> 7:30 AM Jet, Kyoto Airport</strong><br><br>Kaiyo was practically oozing excitement and anticipation, in one of her rarer moments of transparency. She was wearing completely American clothing, a pair of designer jeans, a designer shirt and a LV bag, complete with a rather lavish, dark brown jacket. She was rapping her fingers on the privatized jet chair arm, her chin resting on her right hand as she stared out of the window and chewed on a piece of gum, spearmint flavoured. The ground seemed to melt away beneath her as the jet's speed picked up, and slowly brought Kaiyo and her family into the air, accelerating, the speed incredible. It was a much thought on subject for Kaiyo, the idea that humanity had obtained flight, something that people a couple centuries ago might never have even dreamed possible, humanity, soaring above the clouds..... had become nothing but a triviality, a means to an end.<br><br><strong>6:55 PM The Gala</strong><br><br>Kaiyo's heart was racing, a tight ball of excitement and exhilaration forming, making every breath and though feel excruciatingly slow as the car pulled up. The door opened, and her father stepped out first, extending his hand to help his wife and daughter out, a formality if anything. Kaiyo's mother was stunning, only in her later mid-thirties, she was resplendent in a dark maroon dress tailored to her shape, one that had become slightly softer over the years, but in a way that made her look more like she was a real mother. Her face wore precious little makeup, she wore her few wrinkles with pride, but rather than detract from her features, they framed her dark eyes in a more mature, wizened look. Kaiyo wore a broad smile as she stepped out, hand clasped gently in her father's as he helped her to rise. Kaiyo was wearing a deep, striking blue dress, simple in it's design, but tougher in execution, relying on a smaller form, with gentler curves. It was sleeveless, letting her small, but full arms out, a split in the dress leading up to her calves. The luxurious dress moved with her, as she and her two adoptive parents strode town the path, entering the hall. Her father shot her a knowing glance, urging her to do as he knew she wanted to, before going off with her mother. Kaiyo started to move, looking about for people her own age and hopefully avoiding some of her father's acquaintances that would recognize her.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 06:04:46</strong>
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				The trail of guests progressed inward, and flowed from the doors in every direction as women chatted, men boasted, and children behaved themselves... well most of the children anyway. One had taken his picture, and he absolutely detested being photographed in clothing like this. These clothes had no soul to them, there was no person within them it felt like he was more machine than man, a robot with the sole purpose of being presented as a scientific achievement. <em>Behold, the mechanical man. See him walk and talk, just like a real boy.</em> He pondered briefly drawing lines from the sides of his mouth down to his chin, as if he were a dummy set to life, or Pinocchio. That would break up the monotony, but it certainly wouldn't sit well with the charitable folk he was here to assist. His mother would probably unload a magazine of rubber bullets into him if he did something like that, she wasn't the sort to suffer such insults in silence. Jun chuckled, and started making a circle of the room.<br><br>The Yukikimori family arrived. Their daughter was a cute enough thing, but she was perhaps a bit too friendly with her parents. That seemed a genuine smile on her face as she entered, and he seemed to recall a very different story on the other young girl of his homeland. Where had she run off to? He was certain he'd see her again soon enough, that girl was trouble. From what he'd heard she had been kicked out of every school that would have her, and might even have killed someone. They'd met, and she didn't seem so bad on first impression, but those things are notorious for being deceiving. <em>He always seemed like such a quiet boy.</em> Jun chuckled again, continuing his walk. <em>Never hurt a fly, until he went and shot thirty of his fellow students.</em> That's what these <em>gaikokujin</em> are always having happen. School shootings go rampant, and in his homeland tragedies like the Fukushima Daiichi struck and brought back memories of times gone by in which another nuclear disaster was recalled. Jun was glad he spent his time largely in London and at conventions; outside of that Jack the Ripper unpleasantness, London-town was an uneventful enough locale.&nbsp; The girls there also positively adored him, and some of the boys did as well which suited him just fine. He liked to make it a point to be caught emerging from a random hotel, row house, or dorm room at least every few weeks so as to continue the belief that he is a "playboy", whereas no such proof exists. So they have pictures of him leaving a building, they didn't have cameras in the room which saw him merely cuddling with a few half-naked co-eds; what they didn't know wouldn't hurt him though. They could make up all the stories they liked and be sued for libel. He fancied suing people for libel, and enjoyed the conjecture they drew which while not actual fact kept his shows packed with boys and girls hoping to find their pictures in the paper as the latest plaything of Jun Kawakita; especially those with daddy issues or a "rebellious streak". Such cliches had no place in his life, and they generally found that out when they called his "number" ( 0906 110 0596 for the curious). <br><br>Then something caught Jun's attention, or at least his hearing. He heard the first words only in passing interest, another family was arriving, but the third name was preceded by a rather interesting set of syllables. <em>Their girlfriend?</em> Jun asked himself. <em>You bring your wife and your girlfriend to a charity event?</em> He supposed that either said something about the man's power or the wife's self-esteem, either way he imagined a less than perfect family life. The son in the group certainly didn't seem to want anything to do with them. There was a man after his own heart, someone oppressed by the tendencies of his family.&nbsp; The so-called girlfriend was pretty enough, he supposed, and idly wondered if it was only the father who shared her company, or whether the son also enjoyed the fruit of another tree.<br><br>Jun had made the rounds of the hall, or at least all he cared to, when he found someone hiding in a corner. He recognized her almost immediately, there were not as many girls in such makeup at the event as one might think. He tried to approach her from an oblique direction, seeing her with a glass of champagne he was well aware she should not have, and grinned as he almost made it to her without being noticed. <em><strong>&lt;&lt;Koto-chan, ikaga deshita ka?&gt;&gt;</strong></em> (Young Miss Koto, how have you been? ) <strong>"I don't believe you are old enough to have that, you had best let me take it before someone sees you." </strong>Then, regardless of whether or not she voluntarily acquiesced, Jun would indeed relieve her of the champagne, even going to far as to empty the glass for her, into his own mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 19:53:12</strong>
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				Gale watched each family come through that door from the side, and they seemed to have their best acting happy expression as possible. This event happened every year so these people had enough practice a simple smile and wave. Even though he'd been away for an entire year it did him good to connect names with faces, and with his family being first at the Gala the young man had front row seats to this spectacle called fame. <strong>"Now introducing Jessica Johnson and her wife Lizbeth Conners with her daughter Ms.Kathleen Johnson... "</strong> said the man as he announced the family which in turn made him silent as a church mouse as he gazed upon his ex Kathleen. Thankfully she had not seen him if she had there was a high bet that her attention would be elsewhere tonight. As much as he wanted to run up to her and say his peace with the young lady now would not be the best time to make a scene. Instead he continued his sight seeing adventure as more flooded into the Gala.<br><br>Next on the list of memory lane was The Holland family, and their son. It struck him out that he even remembered his name since they never really talked outside some event the previous year. If he recalled it was the first and only time when he'd been invited to see the movie starring Drake a thing he soon later regretted&nbsp; since it wasted his time, and how after the fact he went on and on. God. Someone had filled his head with enough hot air. He thought he was the shit twenty four seven. One of these days he'd make a note to step on that guys ego with his timberland boot, and grind it into the ground. As Drake's mother turned and saw Gale he only smiled faintly and waved since somehow she remembered him.<em> 'At least one person remembers my damn face.'</em> thinking to himself as he lost sight of the young blowhard.<br><br>Right as he felt no one else was going to arrive for a bit it was thrown back in his face. <strong>"Jun Kawakita, son of Taka"</strong> the announcer said as this gentleman came in. <em>'Son of Taka? It can't be anyone else, right?'</em> Literally not getting the connection that he could give two shits about whom or what and get on with his night while he could. He walked down the stairs being greeted with small banter about his return home, plans, all of the happy go lucky crap that made for piss poor conversation. All he had to do was nod, give a smile, or in a rare case talk about his father. With each word bellowing forth it was amazing that so much bold face lies came from him. On the off chance his dad was listening Gale threw in,"I was thinking about learning a think or two from my old man. Yea now since he was a artist." If he didn't sell his soul tonight, and look happy doing it. A award needed to be given to him right then. His acting beat Drake's at that very moment. Once it was all over a b-line was made to the bar that was cozily off to the side. The poor bastard didn't even drink, yet he ordered anyway to get the taste of that mans name from his mouth. <strong>"Fuckin hell....that was painful."</strong> speaking to no one particular.<br><br>The now very lightly buzzed Gale missed a few face, yet heard the names instantly on who to avoid. <strong>"...Mr Takshi Koto..."</strong> the only part that he caught his brain sending off red flags. That man and his father knew each other rather well there were rumors going on about those two, but it was only that rumors no one had the guts to throw anything in his direction. Gale took a full glass down the hatch as another cog of mental skilled whirled. Sayuri would be here too. Oh lucky day... There was enough shit with her already brewing with that little demon as is. As for the rest he tuned himself out of this place and watched&nbsp; everyone mingle. It had gotten so packed that Gale had to take a step out towards the front to smoke. With so many guest it was hard to get around them. It was only natural that he would bump into someone. That unlucky person being Kaiyo. <strong>"Ah I'm sorry."</strong> He spoke averting his eyes away due to his embarrassment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 21:07:28</strong>
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				Her singing stopped as she heard the voice of a woman behind her, it was her mother "<strong><em>Kitty darling, don't spend your time here alone you have to go out to mingle, do me that favor okay?. Oh by the way your ex is here, so be careful you don't make a scene</em></strong>" she smiled and sat besides Kitty. Kathleen could feel the hair in the back of her head rise up only at the mention of her ex, or rather the man that wanted to get famous so he made her fall in love with him. "<strong>I better not see him if you don't want me to cause a scene mother, I know there has to be those damn paparazzi around the gala so they would have more ammunition if I punch him on his face</strong>". Her mother shook her head and just sighed, "<strong><em>Yeah but still you need to mingle, just try to stay out of his way and everything should be okay. I will wait for you inside hon, take your time but talk to people</em></strong>". Her mother stood up and walked back inside as Kathleen was left pondering what she would do. Looking down at her hands she remembered the time she hit the reporter and how it would feel to hit her ex right about this moment.<br><br>Kathleen sighed and stood up looking at the moon, "<strong><em>If you are out there, help me out tonight</em></strong>". Walking inside of the building she quickly noticed his father and family but not him. She was told that it was all his fathers fault a big name a big celebrity. Shaking her head she walked over to where the alcohol was and poured herself a small glass of wine, she liked to drink but she still needed to keep a level headed about the gala. Walking besides her mothers she quickly grabbed the hand of Jessica and smiled as people started asking her questions and she just answered without paying too much attention to what she was saying. "<strong>Why I punched that reporter? simple he made fun of my two mothers as simple as that</strong>". Kitty smirked as she looked at the man who asked her, "<strong>And would do it again without even thinking</strong>". She knew that would get her some news however it was something she needed to say.<br><br>When people moved on she just moved away from her parents and looked at his Ex parents with looks that could kill. She wasn't afraid of his father at all even if he was a big time producer, however he had nothing to do with her mother and she knew it. Walking up to him she smiled and gently pulled him away from the people he was talking to, of course she did it with grace and gentleness so none of them suspected anything. Kitty spoke to him while still having a smile on her face <strong>"I heard what you made your son do, I wanted to say this to you ever since that day. You hurt my feelings like nobody else, I am no puppet to be used and I am sure as hell not a way to get another famous singer to your grasp. If I ever go to the music industry it would not be with an amateur such as yourself. Let me warn you, and yes I am warning you so you can take it however you want. I want this to be the last time you ever think of speaking to me, I want this to be the last time you ever make your son do something so deceitful. I hear you done it again and I assure you that I will go to the press with the story and make sure that your reputation goes down the drain with it. Tell your son that I don't hold anything against him and that I forgive him the one I truly hate it's...you</strong>". She smiled kissing his cheek in a manner of saying goodbye and left him there stunned.<br><br>She knew nobody dared to speak to him like that however she had the power. If she went to the press, even if they don't believe him it would ruin his reputation with another potential singers. How would it look if a famous producer forces his son to do stuff like that in order to get more fame?. She moved her hair behind her ears and looked at her worried mother with a smirk. Jessica knew very well what Kat was capable of doing when she was mad and even though she was proud of her daughter she could not help but to be afraid of her actions. Kat wanted to prove one thing once and for all, she wasn't afraid of anything or anybody...except snakes of course, she could not get past those things. Walking where she used to sit on the back she just smirked and looked at the sky humming the same song as before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 22:23:37</strong>
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				Kaiyo was still smiling, but her scanning of the room for anyone her age was getting a tad difficult, considering the traffic that had suddenly swept the entrance. She was moving, but not because she really would like to, Kaiyo was now going to have to wander about, looking for anyone to talk to. Well, anyone who wasn't a stuffed shirt. It was getting slightly irksome, but when Kaiyo got bored, she did as usual. Pondering, whether it be some unanswerable question of tremendous proportion, or the most trivial of matters. Though she recognized some of the names, the Japanese ones of course, as her father was a governor, but also one other, some actor or another. <br><br>Kaiyo thought of seeking one out, as they were around her age, but her reverie was broken by a boy much taller than herself bumping into her as he took a step. Kaiyo stumbled back a step, grateful for the small cut in her dress, but recovered well enough. She looked up, reached up to adjust her glasses, but remembered that she was wearing contacts and spoke with a genuinely happy smile, noticing that the boy was just that, her own age. <strong>"It's okay! I was looking for someone near my own age anyway. A pleasure to meet you, I'm Kaiyo Yukikimori, here from Kyoto and who might you be?"</strong> Kaiyo spoke english extremely well, but a small trace of her accent remained, her l's not being as confident or annunciated, just a bit of sticking as she ended a word in a consonant. She offered her hand and smiled at him, even though she had to look up a considerable way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 22:22:01</strong>
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				Kyle finished taking pictures of the last few celebrities as they entered the Gala.&nbsp; Kaiyo Yukikimori entered with her parents, Kyle guesed they were politicians of some description, but Kaiyo's broad smile was infectious.&nbsp; He took several candids just of her, thinking to himself that he should as her into the studio for a shoot sometime. <br><br>She was followed by Ava Jackson and family.&nbsp; Followed shortly by Rodrigo DiMatteo and his parents.&nbsp; After posing for a few shots Kyle shakes Rodrigo's hand.&nbsp; "I have got to call you later this week," Kyle says, "I have some new theme pictures I'd like you to update when you get the chance." "Well duty calls," Kyle laughs as another limo pulls up, "I'll catch up with you later, good to see you." ..... "Have fun!" Kyle shouts at Rodrigo's back of over the din of papparazi outside.<br><br>Sayuri Koto and her family pull up and exit their limo allowing Kyle to take a few shots before brushing past him into the Gala.&nbsp; Kyle looks around. And notices Kathleen Johnson in her black dress staring daggers at Mr. Roman, a record producer who had tried to cheat Kyle out of wages for photos of one of his label's bands.&nbsp; Kyle had no reason to like the man himself but seeing this petite young women stare daggers at such a "powerful" man was amuzing to Kyle.&nbsp; As he lines up the shot she moves over to Mr. Roman and...well Kyle would describe it as "having words, with someone."&nbsp; Kyle shoots a few pictures of the interchange for personal enjoyment and smirked.&nbsp; "I like her style," he mutters to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Kyle resumes his spot near the crier knowing he was still waiting for another person to arrive...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 04:24:21</strong>
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				Gale shook her hand as he looked down at her not knowing what to say,<strong>"I'm Gale Roman sadly you won't know of me, but you might know my father Cruz Roman the big producer or whatever he is called now a days."</strong> saying this due to it would more then likely spark the connection between him and his dad. <strong>"Well that or for some weird reason you know of the band I belong in, but I also doubt that."</strong> rambling on, but stopping himself due to his better judgement. It would be better if he just told her his intentions before moving on. He'd might be able to see if she would join him since smoking was not something he liked to do alone,<strong>"Would you honor me with your companionship for a few minutes outside?"</strong> asking in the nicest way possible.<br><br>Taking his opportunity while the crowds started to mellow down and take there seats to leave out for his smoke looking back at Kaiyo with a half smile,<strong>"You can stay if you want, but I need some air. All of the posh attitudes here is leaving a bad vibe with me."</strong> now solemnly walking up the stairs while he reached into his pocket taking out a small carton of cigarettes patting on the bottom of the carton a few times before taking two out. One for himself and a possible second if she smoked. The young man didn't go to far just past the entrance where most of the of the photographers had went away due to denial of access. This was a charity event not a photo shoot.<br>__________________________________________________________<br><br>Gale's father listened to Kat as she made her big speech how she knew and it would be a grave mistake to cross her again. The man only chuckled at her words when she left not wanting the young woman to think twice on what she had said. <em>'Poor girl is so strung up on the past. I honestly forgot about it.'</em> it was obvious why his worthless son liked her so much she acted just like him when she was angry. Those to were not worth the money that was spend on them. If she wanted to hate him fine, but business was business she would learn that in the real world you took the bad or sided with the worse list most did.<br>When he took charge of his life he kept Gale because he wanted to, not because he had too. It would of been easy to drop him off at his mothers or to his son's mom. <br><br>Be it as for now he'd keep this conversation to himself, until they were all home. Gale would be talked to about this that was for certain. That little shit had recently been a thorn in his side which needed to be removed post haste, and after tonight it would be dealt with. The lights dimmed down as someone took the stage giving a introduction of tonight's events of dancing, fun, and something very special at the end. Most of the young adults would have to participate, but some of the older kids (Our unsuspecting characters) would be signed up at random.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 05:27:55</strong>
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				Kaiyo let the handshake linger as he introduced himself, laughing as he cut himself off from the not unpleasant tangent. Her giggling was stifled as she reigned in her amusement, cutting it back to the warm smile that had stuck on her face nearly all day. Kaiyo bit her lip when the handshake ended and he asked for her company, less amused and more charmed now. She followed him just outside, standing next to him just a little less than a foot away. <strong>"Unfortunately, I must say I haven't heard much of you or your father. I am very sheltered, governor's daughter and all. But I would love to know much more about you, your father or any of the productions or even your band."</strong> Kaiyo put up a hand and waved away the offered cigarette, but turned to look at him, hands together.<br><br>Her stance was relaxed but proper, legs not hyperextended, but not quite bent, back straight, shoulders relaxed but held back, the stance of a proper lady, albeit not a Japanese one. <strong>Despite my... 'proper' Japanese upbringing, my father is such a softie. I was encouraged in my avid interest with all things American, remarkable or mundane. By the way, is my english any good? I would be mortified if my accent was a little too thick."</strong> Again, Kaiyo reached up to adjust her glasses, a habit borne out of routine, but her hands froze, before returning back down, clasped together. Truth be told, she didn't know what to talk about, considering he was so very different. Though Kaiyo wanted to know more, always curious about America, also dying to avoid stuffy formalities.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 07:49:19</strong>
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				Rodrigo took a sip of his Coke, it was good to have seen a familiar face on the way in. He looked forward to catching up with Kyle. He'd always admired the other young man's eye for composition, shape, and colors. When Kyle had approached him to do a website he'd only needed to see one photo before knowing he meant business. Even though he only knew him professionally, Rodrigo liked his additude enough that being a bit more casual around him would be a big possibility. God...how stuffy could this event be? That's when he noticed not only Jessica Johnson and her wife, but Jessica's tough as nails daughter Kathleen in a flattering black dress. His eye didn't leave her for a moment. <br><br>She chatted with an older man for a moment then went out to the backyard. Rodrigo followed, careful to avoid the eye of his parents and Angelique. They were too busy talking with an old friend to see him go anyways. After a deep breath of the night air he felt a bit better. Less cooped up to be certain. The night was clear, stars shone like they were dressed up too. That's when Rodrigo heard it, a very nice voice humming something not too far away from him. He walked out towards it to find Kathleen gazing up at the sky. The moonlight made her look even more radiant. He cleared his throat then went to stand next to her. "You mind if I sit down with you?" He asked with a friendly half-smile. "You have a lovely humming voice by the way. I would say singing voice but I haven't heard that yet." He chuckled lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 08:11:59</strong>
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				Her singing was interrupted by a strong man’s voice, she saw somebody sitting next to her making her shrug “Free country…”. She looked up to the sky as she stopped singing and heard him out, “I guess it comes with the family, mom it’s a singer… that’s the reason why I am here to look good for her”. Kitty loved her mother to death but she could never understand why would her mother make her go to a boring party like this. “I hate this place, nothing exciting ever happens. My mother hates coming here too but it’s important to meet with other famous people I guess”. She smirked looking at him and smiled, “Kathleen Johnson,&nbsp; I guess you know who my mother is”.<br><br>The moon was full and it was just how she liked it, she could stay there and sing to the moon all night long. She didn't really knew who the guy sitting besides her were but she was sure it was the son of a big name otherwise he would not be here. She had only a couple of friends that were close to her but she really didn't consider them friends, she barely trusted anybody to deserve that tittle. The only friend she had is now ten feet under the earth in a graveyard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 09:10:46</strong>
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				Rodrigo nodded and sat down. "Nice to meet you in person Kathleen. I'm Rodrigo DiMatteo by the way. I'm a huge fan of your mother's but I also think you're really cool for standing up to folks who badmouth her. Not a lot of Americans care about their parents. It's good to see you love them so much." He capped his soda after taking another sip then set it on the grass beside him. Understandably she was a bit guarded. He wasn't as famous as the other young folks there but sympathized with their position. Having the media hounds in your face all the time couldn't feel very nice. "Yeah I came to look good for my parents and their snob of a girlfriend. My dad's an artist. He just had a gallery show at the LA County Museum of Art not too long ago. I just do websites and act like a goofball most days." He replied with a shrug. "Sky is beautful isn't it?" He asked looking up into the vastness, "Sometimes I wish I could fly, don't you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 00:35:15</strong>
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				“Been there done that, I flew down to earth a few days ago. Jumped out of the plane and to the earth” she giggled and looked at him with a small smile as he looked at th sky. “I don’t mind people talking about both of my mothers, but when they make fun of them for being a couple… well it doesn’t bring my best qualities sort to say”. She sighed and looked at the moon, “I do wish however that I could go to space, it has always been my dream to do so”. She knew that space was limitless and that she always wanted to go out there where no plane could go. Taking a deep breath she looked at him and smiled, “Those parties are boring, you have to pretend to be what you aren’t just because of who your parents are”.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 07:30:34</strong>
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				He listened to Kaiyo explanation of a sheltered upbringing. It seemed rather lenient compared to his own one of loneliness in a house hold of familiar faces. Gale wished that the roles had switched, maybe that would of made some difference in his life whatever the case was he shrugged it off mentally. <strong>"That seems rather tough you'll miss out on a lot if you stay behind a wall that your parents created for you."</strong> now placing the extra cigarette back into the pack before lighting his own taking a small drag from it. <strong>"My father..."</strong> there was a long pause as he looked at her not knowing what he should of done right then. Yes, he could of been raw, gritty, and honest. Though it would look bad instead he would sugar coat it for her sake. <strong>"My father was a good man... he's not dead or anything he just; Not the same man he once was."</strong> speaking with weakened words as he stared into the night exhaling gray smoke into the air. <strong>"Cruz. My dad has his head in the clouds, and forgot what its like to be on the ground like the rest of the people."</strong> For a brief second his southern accent came to play.<br><br>The young man took another much needed drag as he talked about SpreeKiller and how they were just a small band along with other details about is life. One thing seemed odd about him. Like most guys there was this rare moment when they said something very deep, but didn't know it. Right as he finished his smoke dropping it to the ground before stepping on it as he should this slipped out of his mouth,<strong>"People bring the small flames of their wishes together …since they don’t want to extinguish the small flame…they’ll bring that small flame to a bigger fire. A big flame named luxury. All of these people are the same except they've made it. But you know… I didn’t bring a flame with me. I think I just stopped by to warm myself by the bonfire."</strong> It meant something along the thin lines of he did not want to be famous. It was only a passing phase for him.<br><br>Gale felt a bit lighter after his little talk. <strong>"Thanks for standing out here with me even though I smell like smoke now."</strong> Giving a sweet smile to the young lass. <strong>"To answer your question Miss Kaiyo your English is far superior to mine."</strong> Closing the gap quickly before she could react kissing her on the cheek. <strong>"Once agin thanks for the company maybe just maybe we can do that again."</strong> Walking back inside waving to her as he vanished into the crowd to find his father, stepmother, and sister at their table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 01:30:12</strong>
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				Sayuri was quite content with sipping her drink in her little hidey place from everything. From where she was she could watch everyone and drink in peace, without any little children running into her or screaming at the top of their lungs. She knew the nights events would start soon, but that didn't stop her wanting to stay there as long as possible. The teen didn't want to talk to anyone unless she really had to. She really didn't feel like socializing with her 'peers' and the men her parents were talking to just creped her out.<br>She wasn't sure if it was her paranoia or not, but she could swear she noticed a couple of them undressing and devouring her with their eyes. The dark haired beauty shuddered a little as the thought simply crossed her mind; the thought of an older man touching her, or any other younger girl outright disgusted her. But the disturbing thoughts were soon washed away with another sip of the sparkling alcohol.<br><br>Sayuri was staring into nothingness as the buzz of the drink emptied the negative feelings from her veins and replaced her thoughts, with possibilities of what she was going to do after this. The thought of going home and getting wasted in the bath sounded temping, as did the idea of winding up one of her fathers new flunkies. So many ideas flooded her devious mind to the point where she actually began smiling. But that smile was quickly removed along with her little day dream as someone randomly took her drink and dared to tell her what to do.<br><br>If it had been her mother she would be panicking and bracing herself for some sort of backlash. But considering it was a man five years her senior, whom her mother informed her, was named Jun Kawakita; a total opposite response was given.<br>It took everything in her will power not to slap the man in front of her. This guy had no idea just how lucky he was that this was such a public event, other wise it she would have had a field day with laying into him. But no. She had to be a good little girl. So with a big sigh to try and compose herself she turned to Jun and gritted her teeth as he downed the rest of her second drink. <em>Bastard...</em><br><br>"I do not know who you think you are, but lets get two things straight..." Sayuri said with her tone clearly full of restrained annoyance. "One - What I drink is <em>NONE</em> of your business." She continued as she peeped her head from her hidey place, as she looked around for a butler who carried more champagne, only to find none nearby.&nbsp; "Two - You have no right to add the honorific 'Chan' to my name!" She pointed to Jun, with a deadly glare. <br><br>Her mother had informed her, while she was enduring the kimono fitting, about the different families that would be there. She was given different pictures so she knew who was who and told a brief background on each. She was told Jun's family once did business with them when she was little. However, Sayuri didn't have any memory of meeting him nor his family. Then again, many people whom her farther did business with came and went all the time. So to her he was just another one of those people.<br><br>"Now leave me simpleton..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 02:17:37</strong>
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				The quick stepping in and the kiss on her cheek was extremely quick, but he stepped close and she could smell the fresh cigarette smoke on his breath, the actual kiss sending tingles all the way down to her toes. She was stunned for a few seconds, but when she turned to say something, he was gone already. Much lip biting and inner pouting happened when Gale left, trampling her hopes of a long and very possibly entertaining evening of speaking with someone her own age, an American no less. But Kaiyo just blew a soft sigh and with barely noticeable exasperation, strode back into the throng, eyes peering out across the crowd, her small stature aiding her efforts none at all. It was a long few minutes of walking between suited men, prim and proper women and butlers hurrying across the area with loaded trays of food drink or empty glasses, constantly going in and out of the kitchens. <br><br>She was just about to give up on searching for anyone in the scrum when she saw a rather handsome blonde boy leaning against a pillar a little ways outside, eyes closed, sipping from a glass. If appearances were anything to go on, he would be around her own age. Kaiyo put heels to floor in a brisk manner, stepping between around or through the paths of many people, either apologizing or just keeping to herself. It wasn't long before she was standing in front of drake, all smiles and charm, hands clasped at her waist. <strong>"Hey there! Just enjoying the night air, or escaping the stuffiness of room and company? Oh! My name is Kaiyo, nice to meet you!"</strong> Kaiyo's small hand reached out, pleasantly waiting for him to either return the handshake or brush her off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anon315</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 02:27:05</strong>
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				Jun chuckled at her harsh tone, clearly amused by it. <strong>"Oh <em>Koto-chan</em>, how silly you are being. Have you forgotten how we played as children? I daresay you may look even more adorable now than you did then. Like a little china doll. Would you prefer I called you <em>Koto-kun</em> or simply brave the scandal and call you Sayuri? Oh that would never do. Besides, you know very well you are not old enough to be drinking."</strong> He smiles, and moves to ruffle her hair, but thinks better of it. There were items in it that could give him quite a nasty poke and she seemed of an attitude to do it. Especially if the rumors were true; it was said that she was a violent sort prone to fits of rage. They said she killed a number of people and only got away with it because her father was <em>Yakuza</em>.<br><br><strong>"What would your family say about you calling a suitor a simpleton? Especially one so well-bred and from such a prestigious family. Our pairing would benefit our families quite a bit. When we were young you called me <em>ani</em> and said we would be friends always."</strong> These lines are a string of complete and utter bull. To the first point, he was not a suitor. Nor was his family prestigious, in fact the intermarriage of his father had pretty much lost every bit of his family's standing in classical society. Their pairing, were such a thing considered much less allowed to happen, would likely benefit her family but not his so much. Lastly, never had she referred to him by any such name, but a good liar was Jun, and an even better purveyor of smarmy comments. <strong>"Perhaps we should inform your dear and honored mother that you have been drinking, I am sure <em>Mao-Sama</em> would be most interested to hear this."</strong> His smile gave something of the effect the Cheshire Cat might have, full of pleasure at his own remarks and with the surety that nothing he has said could possibly do anything but upset her. She did have to retain her china doll perfection, and he made certain to be just out of shin-kicking range because those shoes looked painful to walk in, and even more so to be struck by. His grin widened as his eyes flashed to the shoes, if they were still visible beneath the gown. Horribly improper as it was, he pictured them scattered about his apartment; courting death at home as it would be if such occurred. Did such a girl leave men like him alive? An interesting proposal, to find that answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 09:25:45</strong>
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				Drake watched the clear bubbling liquid in his champagne flute swirl with an almost bored gaze. The melodic humming of the songstress had stopped, having found herself a conversation partner in the cold night. Intruding upon them would be rude, no matter what way you looked at it, so he contented himself with slowly emptying his glass before returning inside. However, before reaching the bottom, he himself was approached. Opening his eyes and turning his head in slight surprise, having not expected someone to come out here to brave the chilly January night air, he found himself facing a young Asian lady. She wore a blue dress, simple in design, but for some reason giving him the impression that it was still designer. A light accent laced her soft, feminine voice, showing that she was not from around here <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> at least not originally.<br><br><strong>"Escaping the stuffiness inside for a few minutes, yes... but I would not mind having your lovely company,"</strong> he responded while showing her his best charming smile. Tenderly grasping hold of her small hand, as if it were made of fragile glass, Drake raised it a few inches before leaning down, placing a tender kiss on the back of Kaiyo's hand. As he rose back up, he, in turn, introduced himself, <strong>"Drake; Drake Holland. A pleasure to meet you as well, Kaiyo."</strong><br><br>She was a subtle kind of beauty, small of stature <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> which was quite normal for Asians, he supposed <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> with soft curves that were accentuated by her dress. It was quite different from your typical American beauty, plenty of which ran around the place that very evening, and it had somehow captured his interest. He wanted to know more about her. <strong>"Do you mind me asking where you are from, Kaiyo?"</strong> he asked her. He was laying it on a bit thick, perhaps, but his impression of native Asian people so far had been that they were very big on formalities. Talking like a redneck would only insult them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 07:14:14</strong>
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				Jessica woke up, her eyes scanned the ceiling of her room. Stars placed there by her father when she was little were everywhere, that was the only thing that relaxed her on the room. She knew that today she once again would need to be her fake self in order to make her father proud, a big party was going to happen that night and she needed to represent her father as well as she could. She hated her life, she hated the fact that she could not be herself anymore. Anything she did was wrong in front of her fathers eyes so she just dedicated herself to obey and forget who she was. Being the shadow of her father was killing her own light, she hated she truly hated it. Finally deciding to just stand up and resume the day she got off the bed and pressed a button on the wall. The blinds covering one wall moved to one side revealing a beautiful window that covered the entire wall. She looked outside and could see the mountains all over the place, her room had the best view of the house.<br><br>She grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them up followed by a bra and finally pants and a shirt. She looked at the time and smiled, she still had the entire day to do whatever she wanted. When she got out of her room her father looked at her, "Remember that tonight you should be in your best behavior, we are going to meet some very important people Jessica". Perfect just perfect just getting out of the room and she was reminded hat she could not be herself, "Yes Father". She looked at him kissing his cheek before walking to the living room and turning on the big screen tv. She spent all day looking at movies and shows that she liked, she spent most of it sleeping on the couch though while the movies were on the tv. <br><br>When the night started Jessica was woken up by the voice of her mother, "Wake up we need to get ready to go to the party hon". Jessica yawned and stretched her back, "Yes mother". She stood up and walked over to the bathroom to take a bath, she made sure to be as clean as possible to the point of even masturbating in order to have a clear mind. Once the bath was over she walked over to her mothers room on her towel and was given the dress right there, "Put that on hon, also wear your best underwear as always". Jessica shrugged thinking that nobody would ever see her naked so why wear the best underwear?.<br><br>She walked back to her room with the dress and put on the best pair of underwear she had. Like a drone she obeyed her parents without any hesitation. She then put her dress on and fixed her hair so it landed gently behind her back. Once she was done with the makeup she walked to the livingroom and got on the piano and started playing. The music showed more sadness than joy and happiness, that was how she felt and usually she just played what she felt like playing. When her parents were done she walked with them to the limo and in direction to the party.<br><br>"Introducing Mr. Anthony Cooper and Ms. Jessica Mattheus with their daughter Jessica Cooper Mattheus" she walked inside the room with her mother on her right side and her father on her left. People around the place were taking pictures of her long red hair which was the most distinguished feature that Jessica had. She bowed her head at each person that looked at her and smiled, of course it was a fake smile but she gotten used to do it so much that almost seemed real. <br><br>She sighed and walked over to where there were drinks and took a glass of wine, she needed the alcohol. She knew that her father would be mad if she got drunk so she would just drink one drink and get it over with. Groaning she just leaned back into a wall, her eyes scanning all the people in the room. She knew some of them while others were completely oblivious to her. She moved her hands to cover her mouth as she yawned, there was nothing more boring that being in a party where you hardly know a person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 19:26:26</strong>
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				Sayuri gritted her teeth and turned her hands into fists, as irritation came close to what she could tolerate, while Jun continued to taught and torment her. She really couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. First he took her drink and downed it before her, THEN spoke to her as if she were a child! And if that wasn't enough of an insult he was now he was making out like they knew each other and was carrying on his attempts to wind her up! If she didn't know better she could have sworn he was going out of his way to make her snap and thus cause a scene. <br>Under normal circumstances she most likely would have and put him in his place. But she couldn't afford to do so. Her parents needed this and she really didn't want to create any more speculation to the rumours which were already flying around about her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well-bred suitor my ass...” The dark haired teen grumbled before using her fan to smack Jun firmly upside the head. “Next to the creepy perverts my father does business with, you have to be the most vulgar male I have ever had the displeasure of talking to.” She snorted before opening her fan to cover her face.“You honestly believe your empty threats and CHILDISH behaviour will scare me into doing what you say?“ She asked as she fanned her face a little. “Bitch, please...” <br><br>With that Sayuri shut her fan and smirked at him, before she turned away. Even though she wanted to say more and even shout at him she knew inside it would do no good. But for now the words she threw were enough to calm her a little and made her feel some what better. <br>The young geisha then stood silently with her back to Jun as she scanned the room for where her parents were. As she did she caught the time on the golden clock on one of the walls, which indicated things were about to get under-way. It didn't really take long to spot her parents. However, she really wasn't pleased by the person they were speaking with.&nbsp; <br><br>“Do not presume to know me...” Sayuri said in a strangely calm tone."Just because you read something in the news about me does not make us childhood friends. I would remember if we were..." She said before pausing for a moment as she left her words to sink into him. "Do not delude yourself into thinking such things. People will be questioning your sanity other wise... something that I am sure you will not find very pleasant"<br><br>Of course she was speaking from experience of how people would form such opinion, but she wasn't going to let anyone know that. The only people who knew of such things were her parents, the therapists she spoke to and the snake she sort refuge in. <br><br>"Now if you excuse me, events shall be starting soon and my parents will want me to be by their side. I suggest you do the same." The dark haired girl said as she pointed in to where her parents were. "Konbanwa Jun-Sama." With that she gave a small bow before walking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Th.e P.ARTY! SC.ENE ▮▮▮ In Character</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 08:11:42</strong>
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				Rodrigo nodded as the lovely girl in his company told him of her impressive accomplishments. He agreed that the parties were a bore for the most part and finished his Coke Zero. "Thanks for letting me talk to you for a bit. Hopefully I'll see you later!" He gave a polite bow of his head then went inside. An event was about to begin soon so he was quick about getting another Coke to take back to his family. He knew Angelique hated to see him drink sodas, he felt it made them even for her petulant insistance that he go hatless. Sure enough the model made a beeline towards him, linked arm in arm with his mother. Lovely. "Oh for crying out loud, will you put that American crap in the trash? It's just going to give you pimples and keep you from ever finding a girlfriend! Am I right Maria darling?" Angelique pouted towards Mrs. DiMatteo. <br><br>Rodrigo gave her a smirk. He opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but his mother intervened. "Leave him be Angel. He's young. Any sugar in that he'll burn off by the end of the night." She gave the other woman a kiss then led her away towards Mr. DiMatteo and a potential buyer. Rodrigo noticed his mother shoot him a warning look over her shoulder. "Come on Rigo. Let's go wait for the first event with your father. Remember what we talked about earlier..." The tall young man sighed and nodded as he followed close behind. Back together with his father Luciano, Rodrigo stood beside him and took a victorious swig of his soda. Hopefully something even better would happen tonight. 
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