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Alexandra Alena Auditore

"Sorry, but that's enough for tonight."

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a character in “Corolla Hills”, as played by AmbrosiaVAC

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| Full Name: | Alexandra Alena Auditore
| Nickname(s): | Alex, Alessa (By the Sarinellis, her Family, and most other Italian-Speaking Residents), Sexy-Bartender-Chick (Given to her during a busy night at Omega, now used by her friends in a joking manner)
| Age: | 22
| Date of Birth: | January 3rd, 1991
| Education: | Has a Bachelor of Arts Degree from Johns Hopkins.
| Sexuality: | Bisexual
| Hometown: | Corolla Hills, California
| Class: | Higher Upper-Class; Rich
| Occupation: | Bartender at either of the DeSilvio establishments, depending on where he needs her.[/center]





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| Likes: |
~Swimming
~Dancing
~Working
~Being with her Brothers
~Fast Cars
~Chocolate
~The Outdoors
~The Beach
~Dogs
~Koalas

| Dislikes: |
~Cockroaches
~Centipedes
~Sunburns
~Obnoxious Customers or Club-Goers
~Arrogant people
~People who cut her off
~Mangoes
~Camera Flashes

| Quirks: | She has a habit of playing with her hair absentmindedly and biting her lip when she's nervous. She also naturally moves with the sound of music.
Fears: Snakes. She absolutely hates them, even if they're behind a solid inch of plexiglass.
| Romance: | Single

| Skills: |
~Absolutely amazing Dancer. And not that ballet crap, either. Straight-up Street Dancing. And she's one of the best in the town.
~Great Cook
~Charismatic- Has a unique way of being able to manipulate people. Sort of scary.
~Bartending- How does she do her job so well? We will never know.
~Speaks fluent Italian and French

| Thoughts on the Sarinelli Family: | She doesn't mind them. Likes some of them, even. And their boys aren't that half bad.




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| Personality: | Alexandra is very much the likable, charismatic, intelligent, beautiful girl everyone expects her to be. She's the girl that all the guys want and that most of the other ones envy, despite the fact that she's honestly nice and generous. Come to think of it, that might be the exact reason why they envy her. Anyways, everyone knows her around the town just like her brothers. Brothers who tend to be very protective of their little (or older) sister. So men be warned; betray her and she's not the one you'll be facing.

She is particularly loved for her fun-loving attitude, demeanor, and her quick and sharp mind with a mouth to match. One of her favorite pastimes is dancing, like so many of the other teenagers and young adults in the town, although she is one of the best thanks to the teachings of who is thought to be one of the best dancers in the country. She can move her body in a way that just makes someone mesmerized, male or female be damned. That isn't an accolade that was just given to her, either. She proved herself. Both in academics and on the streets. To describe her overall, you would use the words confident, intelligent, beautiful, fun-loving, charismatic, happy, and entertaining.

| History: | Alexandra was born into the extremely wealthy and influential Auditore family, the third child to be born and their first and only daughter. Their baby girl. As a child she was pushed to do things she wouldn't do on her own. She learned how to ride horses, swim, manners, and everything in between. And she loved it. Or rather, loved the feeling of being able to do something she wasn't able to do before. When she was only 6 she began learning how to dance in the local dance studio run by the father of a boy who would, in the future, bring her street dancing to an entirely new level.

She was a quick learner even from that young of an age, and her track record even then was quite impressive. Her parents were more than ecstatic. Their daughter was everything they wanted her to be at the time and then some. Just like her brothers had been. She could easily ride a horse, swim at a Junior Olympics level, impress even the highest of CEOs that her father worked with, speak three languages fluently, and all at the age of 10.

Soon enough, in her preteens, the Auditore Family's young, darling little girl blossomed into a beautiful woman. By 14 her physique was more likable to that of a 18 year old. And she worked hard to keep herself looking good, as it was taught to her to have pride in her appearance. She participated in cheerleading while still dancing in her off-time for about 3 years into High School until Senior year where she chose to really focus on her grades which was quite redundant. She'd had near-perfect grades for 3 years. It still didn't stop her from dancing, though, and she graduated High School with flying colors.

She spent her next four years at Johns Hopkins University studying the Social Sciences. Learning about people, how they act, etc. All of her professors adored her, naturally, and so did all of the hormonal 20-something year old guys in the school. She was popular. Which wasn't anything new considering she was practically eternally popular. All of her professors thought she would go on to be something big, what with her amazing education and almost endless budget.

But she didn't go big. Rather, she returned to her relatively small hometown nestled along the California coast, to where her family's large home (more of a Manor, really) and the all-to-familiar beach were. She took up a job with Mr. DeSilvio, whose father had passed on the family establishments and who was also a very good friend of the Auditores, and is now working under him for little pay (Since he pays her family anyways in return for investors and such).

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So begins...

Alexandra Alena Auditore's Story

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Alexandra Auditore groaned. Not out of discomfort or anything, but out of hatred for the sunlight that was currently sneaking through the cracks in her blinds. The world should have been lucky that thoughts couldn't physically destroy. Otherwise she was pretty sure the entire western seaboard would have been leveled with the pointless hate-filled thoughts she sent at those blinds for not doing a better job. The young woman remained like this for mere minutes before she had the bright idea to pull her blanket over her head. This didn't last though. Unable to go to sleep, the frustrated girl threw the covers off and sat up. Much like the rest of the house, her room was very open and modern. The offending blinds covered the wall of glass at the far end of the room from her bed.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she swung her legs off of the side of the bed to hop off. She walked over to the blinds and, with a quick breath of anticipation, opened them and allowed the incredibly bright sunlight to fill the room. Her room wasn't very... colorful, in the traditional sense. It had a color scheme of shades and tints rather than actual colors, and the room was filled with whites and greys. In one bold streak across the blinding white walls was a bright red stripe in a similar blinding fashion. The effect altogether was quite impressive, to say in the least. She walked into her bathroom, clad in only short-shorts and a tank top, and took care of her hygienically inclined needs.

Alex stepped out of her bathroom nearly 25 minutes later with a towel wrapped around her chest. She proceeded to go into her closet (on that happened to be the size of every teenage girl's dream) to choose her clothes. What was finally settled on was really quite normal. A pair of bright blue denim shorts and a pristine white tank top. Not really that different what she was wearing before. She didn't put on a lot of makeup; she had that more girl-next-door-look to her and had never found the need to wear very much at all. The prospect seemed rather unattractive to her.

With a glance at the digital clock on her desk that read 9:43, she slipped her phone into her bag and pulled it over her shoulder, snatching up her car keys and headed out her bedroom door for work.

The setting changes from Corolla Hills to Omega

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Alex walked into Omega in high spirits. That night would no doubt be filled with plenty of the graduates using fake IDs to get alcohol, but she wasn't one to pass judgement for such an offense. She could already hear Shawn, the main DJ at the club, running through a few of the songs before the club actually opened for later. She was there simply to take inventory so that James didn't metaphorically smack her on the ass for it later. She hoped that Greyson would take her advice; she had heard from Shawn that the night before had been ridiculous and had told her oldest brother to take the day off. She'd clear everything up with James, as she usually did. Not that he ever really bothered to argue with her. Trying to argue with her about her decisions with her family was like throwing peas at a brick wall. It yielded no results. Except that you wasted peas.

She tossed her bag in the small employee lounge right next to the entry hallway of the club and went on into the main room. Her hips moved automatically with the beat of the song that Shawn was trying out, and the loud Jamaican let out one of his signature boisterous and contagious laughs.

"You were born dancin' out of te' womb, I tell ya'!" He said. Somehow his voice managed to carry through all the other noise blasting from the surround-sound speakers set up strategically around the massive room. Alex smiled at him as she did a small slide over the counter of the bar.

"Must have been pretty painful, then!" She shouted back as the music faded away. Shawn hopped down from his DJ stand, and slid a USB drive into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He walked over to the bar, with no less than a few steps and spin on the way, singing to himself quietly. His hair was close-cut and he had a rather oversized hat covering his skull. He wore a baggy sweatshirt emblazoned with a puma and tan cargo shorts, the outfit complete by white hi-top Nikes.

"Ya', well, I would'n know anytan' about dat'," He leaned forward with his forearms on the counter, his dark eyes on Alex's back while she picked up a tablet from under the counter. She was thankful that James had made the switch from clipboards to electronics long before; she didn't have her pen with her. Shawn watched absentmindedly as she went through the bar's large stock of liquers and liquors. She smiled as the words popped into her head.

Once finished with the inventory she noted only one thing wrong and set the tablet down. Sliding her phone out of her back pocket she was greeted with the all-too-familiar "Slide to Unlock" prompt. Following it she quickly tapped in her passcode and began to scroll down her contacts.

Tapping on the one that read "James DeTakeAChillPill" she put the phone to her ear and listened to the obnoxious ringing while Shawn played with his thumb.






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"Sonuva' fucking BITCH!" Haley yelled out and leapt back from under the hood of the Ford SUV she was working on. Her pair of pliers went flying off to the side and she cradled her left hand. Somehow, from some magical place in the abyss that was the beat-up engine of the SUV from hell, a thin wire had snapped. Out at her. And made a nice, neat, surgical cut about 3 centimeters along the back of her left hand. She glared back down into the engine, narrowing her eyes at the offending machine. Everyone said cars couldn't have feelings; she begged to differ, as they often tried to injure her in more way than one in what seemed like revenge for her going inside their most precious areas. In hindsight, the entire idea seemed rather vulgar if one had such a dirty mind. But she didn't care right now. She simply leaned against the side of the counter behind her and wrapped her hand in clean gauze that she had made sure to go buy after the third bleeding injury she sustained in the shop. Now all she had to worry about was that nomadic guy that had showed up the one time coming back up again. Not that she remembered his name.

It must have been Jake or something.

The setting changes from Omega to Corolla Hills

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James watched Anastasia as she paced around nervously trying to explain to him that apparently he was wasting his time and hers both by trying to pursue her. This hadn't been quite what he’d been expecting when he saw her text this morning and he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to take it. Should he be insulted? Or relieved that it was out there and she wanted no part of it? In all honesty he felt a bit annoyed. Remaining silent he merely rolled his eyes when she mentioned all of her responsibilities. Rising from his chair, he walked past her to the kitchen to refill his coffee mug and to give himself a moment to think.

“I know you have responsibilities Ana, we both do. You know that. You have a kid, I've got my widowed, ailing mother who has a million things she needs done around her house. According to her, God blessed her with a son because he knew she needed someone to change light bulbs for her. “Running a hand over his face, James sighed in frustration and moved to stand in front of his lawyer. “I’m not saying they’re the same thing at all. I’m just saying we all have things we need to do, people to take care of, but shouldn't we take care of ourselves too?” He said plainly, his eyes meeting hers as he lifted an eyebrow suggestively

Grinning now he slipped back into his chair and admired the woman before him appreciatively. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, Price. I just wanted to buy you dinner, we can go dutch if you like, or not at all I suppose if dinner is too much of a commitment.“James finished with an elegant shrug of his shoulders, finding himself disappointed at the prospect of not flirting with Anastasia anymore which usually took up at least a few hours of his time a week. What was he supposed to now? It wasn't as if he was out trolling the streets for women to hook up with and he wasn't sure quite why he had that reputation.

“You know I take offense to you accusing me of going through women like tissue.” James teased, slowly sipping his still warm coffee. “Who am I supposed to turn my attention to now? You’re pretty hard to replace.” He finished just as his phone rang, looking up at Anastasia with mock astonishment he looked at his phone as if it were a miracle. “Perhaps it’s some poor idiot looking to be my next conquest? Oh, we can only hope!” James exclaimed as he answered his still ringing phone.

“Alessa, to what do I owe the pleasure?” James said evenly, his mind immediately trying to remember where she was at today, Omega or DeSilvio’s. With another shrug he mouthed the word business to Anastasia and didn't feel particularly bad that their conversation had been put on hold. It was just like her to come to his house at nine in the morning, get all defense lawyer-ey at him and then not give him a chance to prove her statements wrong. Of course her tenacity was one of the many qualities that drew him to her along with many; many others he thought as he carefully regarded her out of the corner of his eye.

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“Alessa, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

James' voice came through the speaker clearly and Alex smiled a little at his even tone of voice. She detected a hint of amusement in it, an attribute no doubt gained from years of experience knowing the man.

"Well, first of all, my darling older bar owner, we're running low on Blue Curacao and Vodka at the club. I don't know where the hell you get the stuff but I suggest you call it in for tonight. You know how fast those Blue Lagoons go. Oh! And speaking of tonight, would you be interested in joining me, Shawn, and whatever other minions you have working this place tonight? It's sure to be packed and quite frankly people take it more seriously when you tell them to leave," Alex's voice had a ring of her cheerfulness and light attitude to it.

She turned her head. Behind her, Shawn was beatboxing and doing what could only be described as "Breaking Down". She giggled and managed to stifle full-out laughter. Turning around again she picked up the Windows tablet once more and began scrolling through. "Oh, and tell whatever poor lassie you have stuck in that house with you that she has the Auditore's kindest regards and apologies. Just for good measure."

Just then, a loud scream of enthusiasm erupted from behind and filled the room, followed by the sound of sneaker-clad feet slamming against the floor.

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Character Portrait: Rayna Tatianna Sokolov Character Portrait: Anastacia Price Character Portrait: Sofia Sarinelli Character Portrait: Alexandra Alena Auditore Character Portrait: Joseph Sarinelli Character Portrait: Dante Sarinelli
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Dante laughed sarcastically with his siblings and smiled lopsidedly at the idea of him buzzing their initials or names into his head. The idea was so absurd that he couldn't help but to laugh. It was times like this that he was glad to be a Sarinelli. His family was large and loud and crazy but somehow he always felt like he belonged in some way or another. Be it the black sheep or otherwise.

It was then that he heard Rayna remark on how sexy she thought it’d be, jokingly, of course but if anyone was observant they would have caught Dante blushing a deep shade of red at the comment. Not to mention the fact that Joey seemed slightly curious about the driving situation which made the palms of Dante’s hand begin to dampen due to nerves. “I could just get Idiot shaved into my head. Same difference, right?” The blond boy replied with a smirk, as he was caught up in a hug with his older brother. Dante immediately reciprocated and watched as his brother bailed and left him the only male among the many women surrounding them. Something Dante’s could always get behind. Not to mention fewer questions to be answered.

Soon enough Dante realized his sister was going to dinner with her friends and not her family which made sense. His father was out of town on business and they’d probably have some elaborate dinner with a side of snide remarks. He couldn't wait. Either way it meant that he and his mother were dining alone tonight and the idea set his nerves on edge. He could just imagine how the evening’s conversation would go. Why wasn't he more like his older brothers, what was he going to do when he graduated university, was he going to be a handyman for the rest of his life, who was he dating now, who were her family and didn't he know he could do better? He was a Sarinelli. Only the best for them, even the fuckups. The thought of it made his skin crawl and he was glad to have the distraction of having to drive Rayna home.

Speaking of, he bid his family a last farewell, swearing he’d be back to have dinner with his mother at DeSilvio’s and followed his girlfriend to his dusty jeep parked off to the side of the parking lot. Showing up late hadn't afforded him the best choice in spots. Appreciatively Dante watched the woman leaned against his jeep, a genuine smile crossing his handsome face as he thought of the stolen time they’d have together before they would be called away by the evening’s events.

Opening the passenger side of the vehicle he held the door open for Rayna and bowed slightly. “At your service, Milady. Would you like to go and spend time with me practicing in illicit activities?” He asked saucily, arching one eyebrow suggestively at the beautiful woman standing before him.


James DeSilvio


“You get if from a liquor supply store, Alessa, which is closed.” With a sigh, James rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders as he thought about what to do and how he’d somehow fucked up the last liquor order. Quickly coming to a decision he replied “I’ll stop by DeSilvio’s and raid their closet and then I’ll be by. Oh, and don’t call me older. You know how vain I am.” He finished glibly just as heard the absurd noises on the other end of the line. Holding his phone away from his still aching head, he winced and spoke back at the phone. “And honestly I think I’m owed the apology, but that’s a whole different story. Just make sure my bar is still standing when I get there.” He finished as he glanced over at Ana, noticing the smile on her face apparently there from something she’d read on her phone and immediately his small bit of jealousy reared its ugly head.

James had no idea if Anastasia was seeing someone, but he figured he’d know if she did. Maybe this was just her way of letting him down easy, trying not to hurt his feeling. He was a big boy, a very big boy, and he didn't need his feelings spared. Everything in him was saying that there was no way that his lawyer was in a romantic relationship with someone, that if anyone knew he would and she’d be quick to let him know about it.

Tucking his phone away into the pocket of his pants he placed his elbows on the counter and leaned forward on them, looking up at Anastasia who was still standing in his kitchen. “I've got you saying I act like a child and another calling me an old man. You all should get together and figure it out. Personally I feel a fit thirty-three and if women who are a bit younger are attracted to that who am I to blame them? I’m not one to point out a lady’s age, seeing as its quite rude and all but you are twenty-six after all. If that doesn’t make you a younger woman then I don’t know what does.”

Stretching back to his full height he looked down at the woman standing before him and tilted his head at her, his currently messy blond hair sticking every which way. “You don’t want me. I get it. Whatever reason I give you to take a chance on me you bat away like a fly. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do except do what you ask me I suppose.” James said, finally taking Ana’s word to heart and beginning to feel the defeat of being flat turned down.

“I have to go soon so unless you want to join me in the shower I think this is where we say goodbye and see you later.” James offered, feeling slightly hurt and defensive now that her words had finally begun to sink in.