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To: Seraphina​

From: Shane​

Message: Sure, I'm at the park right now if you want to meet up.​

Seraphina was looking through a book when she felt her phone beep. She looked at her text and she smiled, heading out the door. She called her driver to take her and she headed off. She walked through the winter snow, in her shawl. ​

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She was blushing so much she felt too warm for a bigger coat. "Hey." She smiled, sitting close to him, so they're arms were touching. "I was so happy when I got your text" Seraphina told him.​

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"I didn't realize that you had walked all the way to my house the other day. It's really dangerous to be walking that late at night, please, let one of my drivers take you home next time." She told him. "It's not trouble, and I would feel better about it then having you walk all the way, it's so cold out here on days like this." Seraphina said, but she wasn't cold at all. ​

She felt her heart's beat in her ears and she moved her hair from her face, she smiled at him again, feeling her face blush brighter. ​

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"So, how are you?" She asked him. She thought about what she could say, what she was going to say. It seemed to be so hard to think of normal conversation. ​

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"Oh, I forgot to ask, do you have any interests in Gaming Shane? I play a lot of Video Games, so we have a giant room full of... a lot of stuff, Computers, systems games you name it. My father, he works as a CEO for a lot of companies that made games, so he got some gifts of course. He's also working part time as an actor, and he also is making his own games on the side. He's very busy all the time I'm not sure how he gets so much done. Oh sorry, I'm rambling again..." ​

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She said, blushing and then looking away. "It's just that, no one has ever let me talk for this long before. Normally, when we used to have bigger parties, my parents said I couldn't say anything unless an adult had talked to me, and even then I wasn't allowed to say very much." She told him laughing. ​

 

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Evan was walking along with Ria strait to the park. She wasn't exactly holding up too well throughout the whole thing, and Evan wasn't entirely sure what to tell her. Generally when people grieved they had other people to confide all their feelings into and they would usually work it out together. This time Evan was given the duty of emotional confidant and he wasn't entirely sure what to do. While he was trying to think of what to do she started clinging to his arm. This wasn't the greatest scenario since Evan wasn't too good in not fun time scenarios. But he managed to walk to the park without Ria breaking down so that was a win, right? Okay she was still crying so probably not. This was going to go horribly if he couldn't think of something soon. That was until the familiar voice of a proactive proletarian.

He seemed rather shocked that Ria was with him. That was weird. Didn't Torv know that he and Ria were good friends? Evan was completely unaware of the animosity between Torv and Ria even as Ria did her not taking any of this shit attitude kind of attitude to him. He thought that they were actually like super great friends and just had this really theatrical relationship in which they acted like they hated each other. He smiled and waved to his communist friend when he noticed that the familiar Cherry Red entered the scene. He didn't really have any idea that Cherry Red was even coming here in the first place. This just felt a bit awkward really. But hey the more merrier at any rate. And Evan was all about merriment.





Evan walked over to Torv while Ria was busy embracing Cherry Red, he waved a hello to him and decided to ask Torv his own question."We're here to uh, get a little fresh air an all. So what brings you to this side of Candlewood Torv?"

 

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Sasha sighed, laying on her bed as her eyes ached from getting woken up by her tormenting dreams. Once her eyes closed, hell broke loose in her head. A psychological battle she would lose if she wasn't going to take the next step...​

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Shaking her head, she jumped out of bed and got to the kitchen, making herself s simple breakfast of bacon and eggs. While chewing down her breakfast, she flipped on the tv, listening tot he reports of the crash yesterday. It still haunted her mind. It could've been any type of death...murder...drowning...suicide...why a car crash?​

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She flipped the TV off and got dressed in her clothes with her belongings and pulled on her jacket before heading out. She walked droopily, somewhat tired by her sleepless nights and the other part was for her to talk this off her chest. It was a pain, but she really needed it.​

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Walking out along, she made her way along the park she usually takes before she spotted a group of people. Hmm...aren't they...the people? Making her way closer, she head them talking about the crash yesterday and they all look distraught and even shocked. Looks like some of them haven't gotten the news until now. It wasn't uncommon. Car crashes in winters like this were common...like 6 years ago...​

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Seeing as there was nothing else to do, she just shuffled close and leaned against the tree. While being physically there, her presence was always known as "non-existence." Hell if she really wanted to, she could've been a high class ninja without even trying.​

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Estelle was pretty understanding when Natalie broke down in front of people. She quietly led her to another room so they could talk over tea. She then came over.

"Nat... if you want to talk about it... I'm here... but if you want to just get your mind off things, I could talk about something else."

Yeah, because it wasn't like Natalie had feelings over all this.

Wow. Aggressive much? Natalie was seriously a mess.

"Umm... well... erg... I'm sorry Nat, I don't know what to say, but I know how the loss... of a parent feels. I lost my dad when I was a kid, and it torn my family apart... but you just, you got to remember to stay strong. Even though it's so hard, it's so hard you have to."

Oh, so she knew what Natalie was probably feeling. Natalie felt bad for her hostile thoughts moments before.

"Strength of Heart, can help you through the hardest of trials. You have to keep fighting it, because you have friends that are here for you, we'll always be here for you."

Natalie felt Estelle wrap her in a hug. Natalie had to admit, Estelle's hug was warm and comforting, just like Amelia's. She liked it. She felt safe in Estelle's arms. Natalie may have only met Estelle like two days ago, but Estelle was quickly becoming like a sister to her. Natalie wrapped her arms around Estelle in return and felt tears streaming down her cheeks. "Great, the water works," she thought.

"I'm sorry this had to happen, but just know that they're looking down on you, ok? And they don't want you to be sad, they want you to move on, and they want you to be happy. Trust me."

Move on? That wasn't gonna be easy... there were so many unsaid things between Natalie and her parents since they were never around. Amelia and Rory were closer to them and talked to them more, so if Natalie was having these thoughts, she couldn't imagine what the other two were feeling.

"If you want, you can stay with us for a while. If you just want to get away from home for a bit, you can stay here for as long as you want. You should also talk to Alex, tell him what happened, cause if anyone can help you I'm sure it's him."

Stay here... Natalie would like that. I mean, Amelia had already shoved her aside and said "You're just a kid," so why SHOULDN'T she go and let Amelia take care of things? Then there was Alex. She had been stupid and forgotten about him in all the mess of things. Derp. She had a boyfriend now, and if anything, he and Estelle'd likely be there to comfort her before anyone else (other than Amelia).

Still shaking she took out her phone and typed a message to Alex:

Natalie stayed in Estelle's arms silently crying. All the things she'd never get to tell her parents haunted her, as did the fact the last thing she said to her mother was "I hate that you never come home for Christmas anymore, it's like I don't even have parents."

Now she really didn't.

"So... C-Can I really stay here for a few days? I really don't wanna impose... I'll help around the flower shop..."

 

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Impudent catcake! Fluff on the shoes of Stalin! Torvald gazed at her with a menacing stare. His lips trembled a bit, but he did not say anything. Maria pulled her poncho closer to her, and -- oh? It was here Torvald noticed the marks on her face, and near her neck. His gaze of infernal perdition towards her most base person suddenly melted into inquisitiveness and scathing curiosity. He raised his eyebrows.​

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But Maria did not want to afford another headache for the day. Torvald groaned and looked away. Was it the time? It wasn't the time. He sat back on his bench and stared blankly at the clouds above, his head tilting back over the bench's edge. That's right -- out of everyone, the hammerless hellhound of capitalist greed and misery that the wench was would have been well invested in the deceased.​

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He sighed.​

But it was something else, too. She seemed less livelier than usual.​

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What-- what had happened to her?​

What was going on with everyone ... ? Ugh. Torvald could not get the thought out of his mind, as much as he declared it an enemy to all that was certain in his rational thinking. He did not look back at them, but heard footsteps. Torvald mumbled.​

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<< ... Bourgeois pawn, those marks on your-- >>​

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<< Hey everyone. >>​

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Torvald looked towards the voice. It was the comrade Tucker who seemed well enough to befriend many. ​

But he seemed drained today. Who did not? Besides Rainbow, it happened to be. His eyes looked weaker than usual and his cherry hair a paler shade of red. Torvald did not reply to his greeting, but calmly watched the capitalist dunce pounce into his arms like a ridiculous animal.​

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He felt different, Torvald mused and tilted his head to the side, looking at him with the eye of a careful scientist. It must have been the draining potential of having friends so close suddenly disappear ...​

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Maria mentioned something about Noelle, and Torvald apathetically turned his head away.​

What were they all doing here ...​

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<< We're uh, just here to get a little fresh air, is all. So what brings to this side of Candlewood, Torv? >>​

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Rainbow asked him a question.​

He turned his head lethargically to meet the captivating, colourfully fabulous gaze.​

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He mulled over it.​

Why was he here again ...​

He was only a few blocks away from Quercus Medical School, wasn't he? They hadn't answered his calls. Not one bit. Were they not open today? Did he get the wrong number? He looked up at the sky again, standing back up. Torvald wrapped his great coat closer around him as the chill grew thicker in the air.​

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<< ... I was on my way to stare at some shadows on a wall, is all. >> His voice was cold, unfeeling, and distant, lacking its usual evangelical rhetoric and slightly shaken in its confidence. He turned back to Rainbow.​

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<< Excuse me for interrupting your walk on such a terrible day. My condolences ... if you so wish, I can treat you three comrades to coffee by the fountain before I part ways from you all again. >> He turned away from them, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets and looking in the direction of the old medical school. His words were sprinkled with a hint of fatigue and repetition. << It is the very least I may do, considering the ... tragedy of death and injury that has befallen us. >> ​

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The light sleeping Julius merely rested on through the night and when morning came he soon enough began to stir. The evening before he had heard it all. He feinted his rest and merely listened to the girl's laughter as she found out about Lucas' death. He didn't know what to do at the time, he didn't know what to say. He was too weak to do anything and so he left the girl to let the thought sink into her mind.

His eye opened and shifted over the to Fatime's side of the room. The mess was a shame to see and he loathed seeing such despair occur. His body hurt, but that did not stop him from what he did next. With all his strength Julius rose from his bed and lowered his legs. The pain was harsh, but he merely cringed silently and endured. Struggling he got to his feet and weakly walked over to the next bed.

The distance was very small, but in that single moment it was as if he was walking down a long spiky pathway. Without a groan or sigh, Julius sat down on Fatime's bed and using one arm he wrapped it around the girl and closed his eyes he used. "You don't have to say anything...now is the best time to let it out....let it out before it builds up and becomes worse" Julius said softly to Fatime.

 

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She felt Nat just cry in her arms. She held her tighter. "Of course you can stay here. We're friends. You're not imposing. We would love to have you here Nat." Estelle smiled. ​

"We care about you Nat." She said. "You should first call your sister that you're going to stay with us for a while, and then go get your things and come back here." Estelle told her. ​

"If Alex comes I'll explain to him Ok?" Estelle told her, still holding her in a hug. ​

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"What are we all out here for? I have to get back to work Estelle." A bitter Vega said as the family gathered in the living room.​

"I'm calling you all in here because a friend of mine is going to stay here for a couple of days." She explained to all 3 of her sisters. ​

"Estelle I am busy running the shop and all you're doing is having friends over and sitting around all day." Vega said. ​

"Look, I know you guys are tired, it's been a very very long holiday, and we're all busy doing things for school, but can we please try and get organized?" She told them. "Ok, so, remember, don't ask many questions, she probably is going to be very quiet for the most part, try not to be too loud, too annoying. That means you Vega. As for you guys, just remember we do have a guest over and try not to complain about working a little extra at the shop, since I won't be." Estelle told them. ​

"I think it will be so nice to have her here." Stella said quietly. They all nodded, and went back to doing their things. ​

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"Here, let me help you with that." Estelle said, carrying one of Nat's bags to her room. "It's not much, but it's home."She said, putting her bag down by the bed and sitting on it, motioning for her to sit beside her. ​

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"I'm glad you decided to stay with us... I would be so worried about you." Estelle said, looking out one of the windows. ​

 

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Fatime slipped away from her blanket as she felt a great arm wrap around her tiny, frail body. What? What was this?! She suddenly felt like a helpless stray thrown into cold water. Her dead expression collapsed into one of worry and nervousness, her bottom lip trembling in barely-restrained fear. She squirmed around slightly, trying to understand what was happening. A cloud of warmth settled over her; seeped into her skin, stroked her hair, and tickled the ends of her bare toes. The feathery scent of stale Old Spice entered her nostrils and she found herself resting her head against Julius, curled tight and restrained by his arm.

<< You don't have to say anything ... now is the best time to let it out. Let it out before it builds up and becomes worse. >>

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She slowly moved her head, pressing her forehead to Julius' side and closing her eyes.
This felt so familiar ... but how long had it been? Her memories were getting fuzzy, and she felt extremely tired. It was not the fatigue one felt from a lack of sleep, or from hard work, or from repetition, no. This fatigue, it was a tiredness one felt with the world; with every living, breathing, aching moment of existence. To simply see, smell, hear, to touch anything drained energy, as if simply living drained one's own life. Fatime curled her legs closer to her. Her head and heart felt heavy, but the small candlewick of bliss that she felt so close to her let her soul loosen. She felt a mordant claw relax its grip on her throat.

<< ... y--y--your legs a--a--are i--injured.
w--what's done i--is done. i--i--it's o--okay, profe-fessor. >>


Her voice was less than a whisper, riddled with the stuttering cobwebs of disuse. Why did he have the need to do this? It felt as if someone had slit her throat, cut her eyes, bashed her ears in. Tears welled up, ready to drop like marbles clouded with regret and sorrow and an intense hatred for everything right now. But she couldn't. Not with this ... so they came trickling down like a stream, a burst balloon that let out only a fizzle of air into the atmosphere, and so Fatime tried to fight it, but it was relentless.

But she let it take its toll.
Not with a bang, but a whimper.

 

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"Oh hey." Shane said, making room for her on the bench. "I'm not to good with this kind of thing so that's kinda why I chose the park." He admitted. That and he didn't know much about her at the moment, aside from that she was from France and loved music.

"I didn't realize that you had walked all the way to my house the other day. It's really dangerous to be walking that late at night, please, let one of my drivers take you home next time."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Adter all, the last thing he wanted to do was to be a burden or cause any unnecessary trouble.

"It's not trouble, and I would feel better about it then having you walk all the way, it's so cold out here on days like this."

"If you say so."

"Oh, I forgot to ask, do you have any interests in Gaming Shane? I play a lot of Video Games, so we have a giant room full of... a lot of stuff, Computers, systems games you name it. My father, he works as a CEO for a lot of companies that made games, so he got some gifts of course. He's also working part time as an actor, and he also is making his own games on the side. He's very busy all the time I'm not sure how he gets so much done. Oh sorry, I'm rambling again..."

Before he could even give his answer to her first question, he was surprised by the news that she'd told him. First finding out that she'd played video games was interesting, second, that her father was a CEO for video games was shocking. "I never knew that your father was a CEO." That pretty much made his day.

"It's just that, no one has ever let me talk for this long before. Normally, when we used to have bigger parties, my parents said I couldn't say anything unless an adult had talked to me, and even then I wasn't allowed to say very much."

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Alex's morning didn't start on the best of feelings for him. Ever since he turned on the t.v and randomly headed to the news channel, he learned about a crash that had happened the previous day. Just from the images alone showed that it was a pretty horrible.

Great, the timing of that message couldn't have been any worse.

Now he was worried for about Natalie. What a fine day this was turning into. Pocketing his phone and turning off the tv, he grabbed himself a jacket and headed towards Estelle's place.

 

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"I never knew that your father was a CEO." ​

"I don't really mention it much. My mother is an actress and a fashion designer. The house we're in, it was her Great Great Grandfathers. I think it must have a lot of secrets and stuff in it, cause it's was built such a long time ago it tends to spark my curiosity. Maybe we can look around in it tomorrow." She said laughing a bit. ​

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She looked around, feeling a chill of wind she got close enough so their arms were touching. "It's a bit cold out here today." She put folded her hands on her lap. ​

Even though she face was still as red as her hair, her arms and legs were freezing. It was not a good idea to not bring a winter jacket. She hadn't been thinking. School had been out so long she was starting to forget to do normal things. It seemed so hard to think of stuff to say, normally she didn't have such a hard time. School had been off for too long, her brain was already starting to turn off completely. ​

"So... Shane-" She cut herself off. She looked over at his phone. She hadn't seen anything like it before. "Hey Shane, what kind of phone is that?" Seraphina asked.​

"Sorry if it's a silly question, but it looks different from the ones on the market today." She said, pulling out her own phone to compare.​

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"It looks so cool though, I wish I knew where to get one. I guess the trends here are different then they were back home." She said laughing. "What does it do?" She asked him. ​

 

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Torvald returned to his seat on the bench and Maria rolled her tired eyes. She was beginning to feel sleepy from all the crying that had already occurred. He was talking to Evan when they had returned there was the feint sound of whispers before Torvald bothered to make his voice loud enough for all to hear. It was a normal speaking voice -- one she rarely heard. He was always so busy making boisterous, absurd, effervescent speeches that often times she would forget what his actual voice sounded like. It wasn't displeasing to the ears, but that didn't make up for the rest of Torvald. ❝ My condolences ... if you so wish, I can treat you three comrades to coffee by the fountain before I part ways from you all again. ❞ He turned away from them, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking at something in the distance. He sounded tired. When was Torvald ever tired? He had more energy than anyone she ever met, aside from maybe Evan. ❝ It is the very least I may do, considering the ... tragedy of death and injury that has befallen us. ❞​

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Maria sighed and held a hand out for Torvald. ❝ Well let's go. ❞ She didn't thank him for the condolences or offer any comforting words of her own. Her hands were pink from the cold and coffee sounded perfect right about now. It would help wake her tired body and warm her up. She took his hand to help him to his feet, before cramming her own in the large pockets of Evan's jacket.​

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They all walked as a group to get coffee. Maria, however, wouldn't actually let Torvald pay for her. With the way he preached about how she so frivolously exploited money and what-the-fuck-ever, there was no way she would allow for him to pay for anything. She didn't need to rely on others to buy things for her. What does it matter if she isn't working class? Maria should be allowed to buy whatever she wants if she can afford them. That's the point of having money -- plain and simple. She sipped the dark, hot beverage as they sat down at a small table outside. The snow had gained a few inches from the storm yesterday most of the sidewalk was still covered in a thick layer. The tables and chairs were cleared off and she took a seat between Tucker and Evan. The emptiness she felt had yet to go away, and Maria wondered if it ever would. Her friend was gone and the person she felt as if she were growing closest to was weirdly more distant than usual.​

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She couldn't talk to him about what his deal was while they were with the other two and part of her secretly didn't want to know, but if it was going to keep them from moving forward with their relationship, it was a must to find out. Maria adjusted the collar of the poncho, ensuring it would still conceal her neck. There was little she could do by this point in time and the looks Torvald gave her had not gone unnoticed. Her icy blue eyes locked on his and she glared at him coldly. Maria set down the coffee cup and snapped at him. ❝ Do you have a need to stare? ❞​

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How excessively irritating! Although he was able to pay for the other two, the wretched little ice aristocrat princess thought it good enough for her to flaunt her money in front of the working class. Torvald stood aside as he watched her pay, fuming and grumbling. He sipped his own coffee and turned away from the others. This wasn't the greatest of times to socialize with two comrades and a ridiculous hurricane of discontent.​

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Tiredness gripped at his shoulders again, and he felt the slow grip of fatigue return to his sides. The little group walked to a few tables by the enormous fountain, and sat down on a table in front of it after clearing away the snow. And yet, Torvald couldn't happen to not keep gazing at the bourgeois princess -- why did her face looked like a communist revolution had gone through it? ​

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He took a seat in front of Tucker, Rainbow, and the wench herself. He turned his head to the side, occasionally glancing at the girl directly in front of him. The black liquid slid down his throat with every sip and was extremely bitter. A bitterness that carried hints of richness which the winter gave to warm coffee. Torvald shifted his scarf closer to his chin.​

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He glanced away tiredly and looked back at the fountain, shaking around the liquid in his coffee cup. She asked him to keep the conflicts away and yet here this seething incompetent hypocrite was attempting to stir up trouble. Torvald mentally kept the steam out of his head. << You realize that it is extremely noticeable to somebody who dabbles in medicine. It is in my rights to stare, you blubbering enemy of the proletariat. >> His voice carried a grisly huff with it; the same calm tone as before, but slightly exasperated. He did not dare look at the girl.​

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<< You are in your rights to not have to tell how you received them, but it would do ... all of us best to know if your health and wellness has improved, and you are feeling better. I am sure the recent events have stricken at your tepid, capitalist soul and have left scars that run deeper than those around your neck. >>​

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Upon leaving her house once more, the first thing Natalie saw was Alex's reply:

Okay, good, he was coming. At least she knew two people were there for her besides her big sis. Of course, even if he hadn't come by, she felt like Estelle would have been enough. She got to Estelle's door and decided to reply back:

Natalie then pushed the door open and entered the store. She quietly said hello to Estelle's sisters and hurried along with her friend when she came to retrieve her.

"Here, let me help you with that." Estelle said, carrying one of Nat's bags to her room. "It's not much, but it's home."She said, putting her bag down by the bed and sitting on it, motioning for her to sit beside her.

"It looks nice and cozy..." Natalie said, sitting beside Estelle.

"I'm glad you decided to stay with us... I would be so worried about you." Estelle said, looking out one of the windows.

"To be fair, I haven't told anyone besides you, so no one else would really be worried yet. I don't even think I'm well known enough or liked enough to warrant anyone linking the last name to me. Alex is probably the only other person I'd trust with this. Then again, Sarah probably knows but doesn't care. She's been busy doing her own thing."

Now that she thought about it, where HAD Sarah been the past few weeks? She couldn't help but wonder...

 

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❝ You realize that it is extremely noticeable to somebody who dabbles in medicine. It is in my rights to stare, you blubbering enemy of the proletariat. ❞ Torvald said calmly.​

Maria glowered at him. ❝ It's extremely noticeable to anyone. ❞ As if he was so much more special because he had gone to a few years of medical school. She rolled her eyes and took another sip of coffee.​

❝ You are in your rights to not have to tell how you received them, but it would do ... all of us best to know if your health and wellness has improved, and you are feeling better. I am sure the recent events have stricken at your tepid, capitalist soul and have left scars that run deeper than those around your neck. ❞ He sipped his coffee. ❝ It certainly goes for all of us. ❞

She looked away. Maria studied the lifeless fountain nearby. It was eerily tragic looking in the middle of winter with no flowers around it or running water. Winter seemed to do that -- suck the life out of everything. When did she become so pessimistic? She just felt sort of dead on the inside. Was she not trying hard enough? Would that explain the series of unfortunate events that had befallen her lately? ❝ I'm fine, ❞ she replied flatly without looking. Her expression was blank and deadpan. Maria would never reveal anything about herself to Torvald of all people. Her gaze was distant and unwavering. Snow dripped down from the fountain, but it was otherwise dreary. ❝ You have no idea what kind of scars I have Tannhauser, and I quite frankly don't see how it's any of your business anyway. ❞

Maria just sounded tired. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, but she was otherwise pale. The blue of her eyes appeared more dull and lifeless -- they had lost all luster and shine. She turned her head back to look at him and she just shook it from side to side. Platinum blond bangs swayed across her forehead and she sighed heavily. ❝ My life isn't as perfect and superficial as you make it out to be in your ridiculous speeches, but you wouldn't understand that. From day one you have judged me based on my appearance. You have made little effort to get to know me Torvald. I don't just carelessly throw money around like you make it seem. Yes, I was born better off, but that doesn't mean I waste what I have or take advantage of things and people. It would be wise for you to remember those kindergarten sayings about judging books. ❞ She didn't sound hostile or even angry, just drained of all emotion.

She glanced between Tucker and Evan before pushing the chair out and rising. ❝ I think I'm going to go. Evan, thanks for letting me stay with you last night. I'll bring you your jacket back later. And Tucker, ❞ Maria glanced down at him, but couldn't make the words come out, ❝ Call me when you're ready to talk, ❞ was all she could manage. She didn't give Torvald a second glance or say goodbye. She just turned and walked away from the three of them down the sidewalk, the cup of coffee left to grow cold on the table. Maria shoved her hands into the pockets of the jacket and hugged it close to her body. Home was long walk from here. She exhaled heavily and her breath puffed out in a cloud before her.

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Lillian had begun research on the accident that had happened yesterday. This morning, two people with the last name Williams had perished in the crash.

Williams... Williams... where had she heard that name before?

Oh! Right. It had been at auditions. A girl named Natalie had auditioned as well (so she heard). Lillian looked through the yearbook to look for her. There weren't very many people with last names in the 'W' section. Soon enough, she found her. This Natalie was pretty average, nothing too outstanding. Lillian was far smarter and far prettier than Natalie. Wait a sec... she recognized that girl. She searched for her on her social networks and easily found her because they shared a school. There was one last update on the screen:

'Feeling massive distress, hopefully hanging with Estelle and Alex will help...'

Huh. She clearly didn't want anyone to know what was up, but there was definitely something wrong. And this Estelle, she was bound to be a student at the school as well. She looked up Estelle as well. Luckily, no one shared the name. Ah, interesting! Her name was Estelle Luna. Probably one of the Luna sisters that ran "Radiant Roses and other Floral Flowers'. Lillian quickly looked up the shop in the phone book, and got the address. Lillian would normally never associate herself with such people, but she herself knew the pain of losing a parent, so perhaps Natalie could use a kind word.

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She walked all the way to the flower shop, and from a distance could make out Natalie sending a message on her phone. Yes, that was her. The girl went in and Lillian quickly followed. By the time she had entered the building though, Natalie had vanished. Rats! Fortunately, a young woman was at the front desk. Good. This would make it easier. She approached the woman.

"Hello," she said calmly and politely, "I am Lillian Hikari, a student at Fortissimo Academy. My mother owns Hikari Housing, so perhaps you have heard my last name. The pleasure is all yours." she paused, "Pardon my asking, but are Estelle and Natalie here?"

 

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"I see, well, we're here for you." Estelle told her. She heard something going on downstairs but ignored it. "I hope Alex gets here soon. He might as well sleep over too. But not in the same room as you of course, none of that funny business. You just confessed take it slow Nat'." She laughed.​

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"I'm seriously sorry, as you can tell by the tone of my voice, but Estelle and Nat are not able to come and talk at the moment. I've never seen you in my life, and Estelle hasn't mentioned you. I'm sorry but we're closed." Vega said, then proceeding to give her the Death stare until she left the shop. She was getting too tired for this.​

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"I hope you're be comfortable in here." Estelle said, hearing a knock on the door.​

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"Do you guys know a Lillian Hikari?" Vega asked. "I've never seen her before and you didn't mention her, she was looking for you guys but she looked kind of odd so I told her we're closed. Anyway, I don't know if she's left the area yet be careful. The last thing we need is a broken window." Vega told them.​

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"Do you know that name? How would she know me anyway? And where to find you? Vega's right that's scary. Oh, sorry I wasn't thinking, is she a friend of yours?" Estelle asked, folding up more blankets and putting them on Nat's bed. "There, and if you have to bug me in the middle of the night don't hesitant to ask, if you need anything." She told her.​

 

Natalie Williams​

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"Do you guys know a Lillian Hikari?" Vega asked. "I've never seen her before and you didn't mention her, she was looking for you guys but she looked kind of odd so I told her we're closed. Anyway, I don't know if she's left the area yet be careful. The last thing we need is a broken window." Vega told them.

"Lillian Hikari... Hikari..."

"Do you know that name? How would she know me anyway? And where to find you? Vega's right that's scary. Oh, sorry I wasn't thinking, is she a friend of yours?" Estelle asked, folding up more blankets and putting them on Nat's bed. "There, and if you have to bug me in the middle of the night don't hesitant to ask, if you need anything." She told her.

"Yeah, I recognize the name. Her mom owns a housing business in the city. Hikari Housing. It's a pretty big thing and I hear they're loaded. Pink hair right? If so, I have seen her around school. I'll go downstairs and see what she wants, she's one of the lowest grade kids at the Academy." Natalie got up and went downstairs to see the girl. She was a 4'11" fourteen year-old with pink hair. Natalie had to admit the thought of Vega saying she sounded scary was kind of laughable. This girl was probably one of the kids that new all about her school mates and acted weirdly, putting them off. "Hi, I'm Natalie, you were looking for me?"
Lillian looked at her. "Yes, hello. I didn't want to intrude since we have NEVER spoken before, but as soon as I heard the news about your family, I had to say something. I know what you are going through, and I just wanted to come by and give you my condolences and phone number in case of anything."

Natalie was taken aback. This girl knew about everything that had happened. It was a bit weird.

Seconds later, Lillian must have noticed the look Natalie had, as she suddenly spoke again; "Perhaps I should say, I found you through social networking and saw your status about being with Estelle. I apologize if I seem like a stalker, but very few things in other people's lives matter to me, and it was not the case here. I had to make sure you were not alone. Anyway, the lady who was here at the counter asked me to leave before, so here is my phone number if you need anything, Natalie." Natalie was handed a sheet of paper with Lillian and a phone number written on it. Then Lillian pulled her in and whispered in her ear; "If you ever need money as well, I know how much of a financial burden death can be. With your wardrobe, I'm sure it won't be noticed as much, but don't be afraid to approach me with money concerns." Lillian pulled away and gave a small wave. "Anyway, ta-ta. I shall see you and Estelle at school later, I hope."

Natalie watched her leave. She was mean. Horribly mean. That last comment was totally unnecessary. Then again, all of this was unnecessary. She was pretty damn blunt to a point where it was rude, but at least it was all sincere and she meant to give good advice. Natalie went back upstairs without a word until she came back to Estelle. "She just wanted to stop by and talk to me about what happened. Don't worry about it, she didn't mean any harm." Natalie gave a small smile to show it was all good.

 

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The sweet, lovely, happy feeling that embraced her as she began to come back to her senses only meant one thing, she had cuddled beside someone that night. A small smile curled on her lips as she shifted in her sleep slightly, her hands lightly gripping on fabric. She kept her eyes closed for a moment and stayed still. The warmth felt nice. She could feel the soft, furry material of the blanket draped over her body. It tickled the bare skin on her legs. Mrs. Duvont probably gave them all blankets at one point of the night.

The turquoise teen readjusted once more, shifting her head slightly to look towards the ceiling. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting at the sunlight from the window nearby. A familiar head of blonde hair began to form in her blurred vision. She smiled sleepily at the boy who looked down at her as she rubbed her eyes. At that moment, her vision began to clear and the expression of the Duvont twin made much less sense than the blob of a face she saw earlier. His face was flushed and his eyes were tense. Elisa raised a curious eyebrow but a second later, the other joined in shock and she felt the heat come onto her cheeks as well.

The eyes she locked onto weren't green but blue! She cuddled with Ryder last night, not Richie! Her cheeks were burning as she bit on her bottom lip and sat up. Her pale complexion probably showed off how much more red she could get than the twins. She glanced at the older twin hesitantly, finding it very difficult to look him in the eye. She gave him a small smile, still not making much eye contact and greeted with a small voice "Good morning."

He must have been ashamed to have her cuddling so close because he shifted in his seat - awkwardly positioned and scooting as close to the side of the couch as possible with a hand on his lap. He seemed very tense. Goodness, she hoped he didn't find it weird! She knew Ryder wasn't exactly very fond of her, especially when she had a camera in hand (which was pretty much all the time) and that was a disappointing thought at the moment. She really enjoyed that cuddle-snuggle moment, in fact, it felt really nice. Like, really nice. She blushed as she thought of it and smiled a little bit more.

He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly and avoided her eyes as well, "good morning" he muttered.

Elisa turned at the sound of his voice and she pouted a bit. God, he must be feeling awful. Part of her wanted to apologize but she wasn't exactly anywhere near sorry for what she did. She kind of even wanted to lie back down and cuddle up again - or possibly go to an actual bed where they can cuddle for real... more heat flushed to her face. Oh dear. She had to stop. She slapped her cheeks lightly, as if willing for them to stop, this sudden feeling made her heart race. It was the same kind of feeling when she would suddenly bump into Bryan Chambers before and when she'd fantasize cuddling with him - but this was Ryder! Richie's twin brother! Her best friend's identical twin brother.

She shut her eyes tightly as her cheeks burned even more and slapped herself a little more, shaking her head slightly. Ahhh, she just couldn't help it! She didn't realize how adorable Ryder could be sometimes. She glanced back at him. He was still sitting there awkwardly and it was honestly a little cute but she couldn't help but feel bad. It must have been embarrassing. Perhaps she shouldn't mention it at all...

She quickly pulled her legs up and sat on her heels, with her back to Ryder, then leaned forward on her knees to check up on the younger of the twins. The comfortable blanket slipped off from her body and draped over the couch. She peeked cautiously at her best friend, hoping not to make any disruptive noise or movement, but he was still sleeping soundly. She smiled and pulled the blanket up higher onto his body, stroking his hair a bit. Richie must have watched much more of the movie than she had but then again, normally he would wake up later than her so she wasn't alarmed at all. However, this aloneness with Ryder did leave her feeling a bit... strange.

She sat back down and swung her legs off the edge of the couch, letting her feet drop into the carpeted floor. She gulped nervously before taking a deep breath then looking straight at Ryder. She had a happy smile on her face, "Want to check for breakfast?"

 

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"She just wanted to stop by and talk to me about what happened. Don't worry about it, she didn't mean any harm." ​

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"Hmmm I see." Estelle said. "She was painfully rude!" Vega yelled from the other room. "You're not any better yourself Vega!" Estelle laughed. ​

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"Tracking you down though is a little bit scary." Estelle said. "I hope she isn't some kind of stalker." Estelle said jokingly. "To be honest I've never heard of her, but if she's loaded that can't be good. I haven't met someone who is polite and has a lot of money." Estelle told her. ​

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"Are you hungry? I'll go make a snack." Estelle said, hurrying into the Kitchen. She got some Chocolate Chip cookie dough and stuck them in the oven, after they were done she put them on a tray, poured 2 glasses of milk and went back upstairs. ​

"So, what else can you tell me Alex?" Estelle asked, chewing on one of the cookies and lying on her stomach, facing Nat who was on the other bed. "I know how you guys met and stuff, but what are his interests, what is he into?" Estelle asked her. "He doesn't seem the type to play any sports." Estelle laughed. "Oh, how old is he?" Estelle asked, still curious. ​

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This was so much fun. She wished that she hadn't come over with these circumstances, but it was so nice to just be able to sit down and talk. She wanted to know more about Alex, so she could see if they were a good match. ​

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They already looked so cute together, but personality wise she really had no idea. He seemed more quiet, like her. She was normally pretty quiet too, with people she wasn't comfortable with. But she already felt like they were all friends. She smiled. She was so glad she had made some friends. ​

 

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It's odd hearing about people dying and everyone getting all emotional about it while she was there awkwardly not really having the same feelings. Sure she had condolences to the poor souls and their families for their loss, but that was about it. Funnily, it was the after effect that made her sad, not knowing how it feels to share such a time like this about the people you love. Back then, only her mother's working partners came by to pay their condolences, but she knew they didn't give two sh*ts and forgot about her after that incident.​

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Seeing the group moving over to he cafe, she shrugged and decided to follow them along. It was odd to say this, but it was intriguing to hear people talk about the people that died. How close were they? Were some of them romantically involved with these people? No doubt abut that. With that cursed vial being poured all around, it's clearly obvious that there were relations with at least one of them...real or not.​

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She entered the cafe and ordered a usual mocha before sitting awkwardly near the group. You know that person who you know and see around sometimes but try not to talk to them because you don't know them well and decide to talk to others while hat person is within the premise? That's what she felt at he moment. If there was a day to actually try to connect with people, today was NOT a good day. No one looked like the mood to even start a conversation outside the deaths of the people. Better not give them a reason to then...She received her drink and quietly sipped at her drink, listening to the chatter around her.​