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Cateline Moreau

"Let Them Eat Cake."

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a character in “When Stars Align”, as played by Blushing Bunny

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{"I Have Seen All, I Have Heard All, I Have Forgotten All.” }
-Marie Antoinette
Hey Brother :: Avicii || My Happy Ending :: Avril Lavigne || Lights :: Ellie Goulding || Six Feet Under The Stars :: All Time Low || Bring Me To Life :: Evanescence ||

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|{Full Name}|
Cateline Grace Moreau

|{Nickname}|
- Cate -
- Catey -
- Lina -
- Catey G -

|{Birthday}|
February 27, 1993

|{Age}|
21

|{Nationality}|
|| 70% Austrian || 20% French || 10% English ||

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Occupation}|
Owner Of Vie De PÃĸtisseries Bakery

|{Role}|
Female 2 - Marie Antoinette

|{Hometown}|
Brewster, Maryland




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{"There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.” }
-Marie Antoinette

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
â–Ē Cateline Bites Her Nails When She Nervous â–Ē
â–Ē Whenever She Curses, She Does So In French â–Ē
â–Ē When She Bored, She Will Often Remove The Seeds From Strawberries â–Ē
â–Ē She Obsessively Washes Her Hands â–Ē


|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘Baking⚘
⚘Hiding Her Feelings⚘
⚘Getting Revenge⚘
⚘Scolding Others⚘

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘Sewing (Even Though It's A Weakness, She Does It Anyway.)⚘
⚘Being Compassionate⚘
⚘Showing Her True Feelings⚘
⚘Cateline Has No Imagination (She Lives For Reality- Nothing Else.)⚘

|{Hobbies}|
- Baking -
- Sewing -
- Cooking -
- Crocheting -
- Sketching -
- Watching Food Network -

|{Fears}|
øLosing Her Bakeryø
øGetting Hurtø
øInjuring Herself With A Knifeø
øNot Being Successfulø

|{Secrets}|
✤She Despises People Who Are Poor✤
✤Her Bakery Used To Be A Slaughterhouse, But She Completely Renovated It✤
✤She Wills Herself To Be Unfeeling✤
✤She Wants To Be A Fashion Designer, But Doesn't Have The Skill✤

|{Goals & Dreams}|
- Be On A Baking TV Show -
- Own a 5-Star Bakery -
- Travel Back To France -
- Live In A Big City -

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{"No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.” }
-Marie Antoinette




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|{Personality}|
|{ Spiteful, Loner, Charming, Graceful, Callous }|

Cateline is a complex character. She can be extremely sweet at one moment, and then shut-off from the world at the next. The only thing that seems to keep her sane is baking. Baking is a release for her. If she's angry, she can put it into cupcakes. If she's happy, she can put it into a key lime pie. However, Cateline likes to be alone. She's not the greatest bakery owner because she'd rather not interact with her customers, but she sucks it up and does it anyway. Cateline has her moments - very rarely - and can sometimes be understanding and compassionate, although its very uncharacteristic of her.


|{Appearance}|

Cateline stands at 5'4, and weighs approximately 110 lbs. Cateline has dark brown hair, which goes well with her dark brown eyes. Cateline is very fashion conscious. Everything has to match, and it has to be proper and elegant. She tend to stick with darker color, her favorite being maroon. However, she will occasionally venture out into pastels. Cateline has no tattoos, because she thinks they are tacky and unappealing. She has her ears pierced, and she has a small birthmark on her hip. As for scars, Cateline only has one. The scar, on her left calf, is from when she got in a car accident a couple of years ago.






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{"We Had A Beautiful Dream And That Was All..." }
-Marie Antoinette



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|{Likes}|

▲ .Baking, Silence, Sewing, Crocheting, Embroidering, Cupcake Wars, Food Network, Being Alone, Fashion, Project Runway, Pasteries, Smell Of Croissants




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{"I Could Not Have Any Pleasure In The World If I Abandoned My Children...” }
-Marie Antoinette



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|{Dislikes}|

â–ŧ Crowds, Seafood, Jazz Music, Change In Routine, Being Disturbed, The Color Yellow, Insects, Most Flowers, Cartoons, Anything Whimsical, Loud Noises, Dogs




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{"I Do Not Even Have Any Regrets.” }
-Marie Antoinette

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|{Place of Origin}|
United States

|{History}|
Cateline has always lived in Brewster. She doesn't remember how she got here, only that she grew up in the town's orphanage, and, at the age of 18, she was o her own. Lucky for her, the nuns at the orphanage had always stressed cooking as a a skill, and Cateline took it seriously. At the age of 19, she found that she had a mysterious inheritance in her name, and she took nearly all the money from that inheritance and renovated a small, rundown building in the heart of downtown Brewster and created the Vie De PÃĸtisseries Bakery. In English, Vie De PÃĸtisseries translates to 'Life of Pastries,' which Cateline thought was fitting, since baking had become her life. Cateline's bakery is now a bustling business. She's hired a few employees, and has also managed to attract tourists to Brewsters with her renowned baked goods. For Cateline, life is good. However, Cateline is a callous person. She despises the poor, even though she used to be one of them, and hates being in large crowds. She may open up to people, eventually... but it'd take more than a few kind words and some pretty faces.

|{Family Tree/People Of Importance}|
Cateline Has No Close Family Or Friends {As Of The Start Of The RP}

|{Happiest Memory}|
Opening Vie De PÃĸtisseries Bakery

|{Saddest Memory}|
Finding Herself Living In Brewster





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{"Let Them Eat Cake.” }
-Marie Antoinette




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I Had A Way Then Losing It All On My Own
I Had A Heart Then But The Queen Has Been Overthrown
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And I'm Not Sleeping Now, The Dark Is Too Hard To Beat
And I'm Not Keeping Now The Strength I Need To Push Me

You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone
And So I Tell Myself That I'll Be Strong
And Dreaming When They're Gone

'Cause They're Calling, Calling, Calling Me Home
Calling, Calling, Calling Home
You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone Home

Voices I Play Within My Head
Touch My Own Skin And Hope That I'm Still Breathing.
And I Think Back To When My Brother Of My Sister Slept
In An Unknown Place The Only Time I Feel Safe

You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone
And So I Tell Myself That I'll Be Strong
And Dreaming When They're Gone

'Cause They're Calling, Calling, Calling Me Home
Calling, Calling, Calling Home
You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone Home

Yeah, Hee

Light, Lights, Lights, Lights
Light, Lights, Lights, Lights
(Home, Home)
Light, Lights, Lights, Lights
Light, Lights

You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone
And So I Tell Myself That I'll Be Strong
And Dreaming When They're Gone

'Cause They're Calling, Calling, Calling Me Home
Calling, Calling, Calling Home
You Show The Lights That Stop Me Turn To Stone
You Shine It When I'm Alone Home




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{"Courage! I Have Shown It For Years; Think You I Shall Lose It At The Moment When My Sufferings Are To End?” }
-Marie Antoinette




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âŖBesides Her Bakery, Her Favorite Place In Town Is The LibraryâŖ
âŖThe Colors In Her Bakery Are Purple And SilverâŖ
âŖHer Favorite Thing To Make Is Peanut Butter PieâŖ




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So begins...

Cateline Moreau's Story

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Scarlet Romanov Character Portrait: Bella Whitmore Character Portrait: Mary Lynn Roland Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Felicity Torque
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Monday - 7:30 A.M
The projected temperature for Brewster on this early fall day is 68 degrees, and it is overcast.





"Great." Cateline murmured under her breath, looking out the front window of the bakery. Cateline hated when it rained. She never had nearly as many customers as she had on a sunny day opposed to when it rained. People in this small town were like bumps on a log when it was raining, and that thought puzzled Cateline.

Cateline put fresh croissants in the oven. The bakery didn't officially open until 8, but Cateline always had her breakfast items ready at in the morning. Then, every 30 minutes after that, Cateline would put a new batch of baked goods in the oven.

When Cateline heard the thud of a newspaper hit against the window of the bakery, she immediately went out to get it. The only thing that kept her sane in the mornings was calming down with the morning newspaper. Cateline read about how the new diner, 365, opened in the heart of town, the community project Liberty High School was planning, and, her favorite section- Book reviews by the librarian, Felicity. Cateline mentally took note of a couple of the books Felicity recommended in the newspaper, and then Cateline put the paper down, glad to hear the alarm go off on the oven. Cateline went over to the oven and took out the croissants, being careful to place them in the display case with careful precision. In Cateline's mind, the only thing more important than the taste of the food was it's presentation. Cateline put every last one of the croissants in a precise arrangement, and closed the door on the showcase. Cateline had moved around to glance at her display when the bell on the bakery's front door began to sound, signifying the entrance of a customer.

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Bella woke up to her brother Eric poking her on the shoulder. "Bella wake up. Bella, Bella, Bella, BELLA!! She kept her eyes closed until she could feel her brother leaning over her and then she opened her eyes. "I'm awake you dim wit." He looked at her and then backed up while she sat up. "Why are you in my room? What do you want?" She yelled at him. "Mom wants you to get ready and then do something for her." He said before running out of the room.

She got up and opened her closet grabbing out some clothes she decided to wear. She got changed into them and looked in the mirror. She looked very pretty wearing light blue short and a dark blue top with a grey medium cut sleeved jacket. She walked downstairs to see her mother and father in the kitchen and her brother Eric and her sister Riley on the table with her nose in a book.

Bella sat down on the table when her mom Lynn smiled and said, "Not so fast. It's your turn to go to Vie De Pastries today before school with your dad." It was her family's thing each week they would go to this little bakery and get some freshly baked food and ya know stuff. She sighed and looked at her mom. "Do I have too?" She said in a whiney voice.

She ate her breakfast and looked at her dad. "Are you ready to go?" He smiled at her and grinned. "Sure am Croissant." He laughed and then Bella looked at him. "Not funny dad." She walked out the door to the car and hopped in.

They drove in silence to the shop and then he parked in front of the shop. "Okay I will wait here and you can go pick some stuff out." He grabbed out a 50 dollar bill and looked at her. "Food spend it on food and don't hoard the change." He handed her the bill and she smiled. "Sure will dad." She opened the car door and walked inside the shop noticing it just must have opened. She looked through the shop seeing all the food and stuff cooked there. It was all very well done. She was trying to make up her mind but it was hard to pick.

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Cateline looked up just in time to see Bella Whitmore come through the door. Cateline, not known for being professional with the people who lived in the town, unless they were important, scoffed and narrowed her eyes. Sometimes, when Heath was in the bakery, Cateline would catch Bella staring at him with a weird, intentional look. Cateline never really deciphered what Bella meant by it, but, knowing a cocky high schooler, it had to be something. Cateline narrowed her eyes at Bella, who had just approached the display counter, "Ahem." Cateline said, "Can I get you something, or are you just going to stand around all day? Because I really don't have time for that." Cateline smirked and then stood for a moment, shaking her head, "You know what? Gia can take your order.She just got here." Cateline turned toward the kitchen, "Gia! Customer!" Cateline took another glance at Bella before pushing her way out from behind the counter and going outside. God- she couldn't stand that girl.

Cateline was going to walk across the street to her house, but she heard the slowly stream of jazz music and decided to go over to the side of the bakery, seeing Evan playing away on his guitar. Cateline waited until Evan got through a song, and then she spoke, "Ev! Where were you last night?" Cateline asked softly, running a hand through her dark brown hair, "I don't mean to pry... but I was worried. And you look like shit." Cateline said with a laugh, then she bit her lip.

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Evan plucked away at his guitar with the vibrato of a much older guitarist. His voice wasn't perfect for something like the blues, but his soul was in it just enough up for his inexperienced sounding voice.

"Down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can get a Greyhound bus and ride..." Evan finished the song just the way it began, slow and deliberate.

He stole a glance at his guitar case, 6 bucks, not a bad start at all.

He jumped at the sound of Cateline's voice despite it's softness, but he quickly regained his composer and began drop tuning the E chord on his guitar in preparation for his next song.

"I think I went to a friends party..." he mumbled as though he were unsure of his night, he was sure he just didn't want to talk about it. Then he glanced down at his arm and saw several new track marks. He quickly set down his guitar and pulled his rolled up sleeves down. "I drank a lot and ended up behind the diner." he continued in his slow, low and calm voice. He ignored the "shit" comment he knew how he looked, homeless more than likely.

She probably saw through his bullshit, most people did, but no need to leave it in the open as if it wasn't a problem. Evan knew he was digging his own grave, he just couldn't figure out how to put down the shovel.

He picked his guitar back up and began strumming the intro to "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters.

"Anyway, that was my night. How was yours? Have any adventures?" He replied in a voice that was just barely audible over his strumming.

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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Darkness. That's how Yvette's life began since birth. A young woman blinded by the light, unheard from the outside world. 'God's misfurtune', her mother used to tell her, but really it was because of her father. He was blind and deaf, the disabilities that somehow passed down to Yvette. However, she never thought of herself as a misfortunate child. She thought of it like a tennis match, sometimes you'd play the ball, but most times you just got swerved. As what happened to her. Sometimes normality will hit you, and sometimes it doesn't. It all matters how genes play the ball game. Every so often, you just had to trust what fate brought to you. At least that's what Yvette believed.

Never rising from her bed, she raised a trembling hand to her cheek for what seemed like the thousandth time. My face. She thought as she rubbed her palm against her soft skin. It felt smooth, smooth and free of any bumps and blemishes. Slowly, she moved her hand to the top of her head and ran her fingers through the long thread-like stings. Hair. She now began twirling a long strand around a finger, giggling quietly to herself as she let it drop softly against her collar bone. It was weird not knowing how she looked.

What color is my hair? Eyes? Questions about her appearance ran through her head daily. She didn't want to ask Callum, though as if she already knew what he'd tell her. It doesn't matter. But to Yvette, it did matter. It's infuriating to not know how you presented yourself to the world, whether they saw you as hideous or gorgeous. She wanted to know how the world saw her. By cognizance, she guessed black hair and brown eyes. Whether she was right or wrong, she'll never know.

A minute passed. Two. Then, she sat up and flung her feet brusquely to the ground. Her bare feet touched the cold hard wood. She stood up, her night gown sliding down her long legs.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.. She recounted the steps from her bed to her closet as she took upon herself to remember after having done so millions of times. Tracing her fingers along the exquisite wardrobe until she felt the round knobs, she opened it with a creak.

Red, blue, peach, white.. She reached for the white t-shirt. Again, purple, yellow, fringes.., she took her fringe skirt from its hanger and began undressing herself, and putting on her outfit. How did it look on her? Well, she wasn't quite sure about that. As long as it fit she was okay with the unknown.

As soon as she was finished, she took five steps to her left until she reached her dressing mirror. Her fingers ran along its smooth surface until she found her brush, and began brushing out her long strands. It slid through the prickles easily like silk. After a few more strokes, she felt the ground under her jolt a little. Alarmed, she quickly whipped her head in the direction and almost instantly felt someone's fingers intertwine with hers.

His fingers.

She was expecting him at this moment, and began to relax as Callum led her to back to her bed. She sat and waited for him to put on her shoes.

"Does it look okay? She waved a hand to her outfit, but he didn't answer. He didn't have to of course. Though, she felt his eyes on her for a fraction of a second. "What?" she asked irritable. "I can feel you judging me, C.J." Again, she never heard a response.

After he finished lacing her shoes, his hand met hers again and they left for his work.



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"Does it look okay?" He heard the usual soft, melodic tone of her voice, and its hard Parisian accent. He stopped tying her shoe, and instead raised his eyes to meet hers; electric blue they were. Beautiful. She was beautiful. He wanted to tell her that ever since her laid his eyes on her, ever since her mother first married his father, but he didn't know how to tell her. It was easy to tell his ex's that they were all beautiful even Mary, but with Yvette it was different. It was like telling a child that Santa Claus was a fake.

Impossible.

He seemed to have took in her angelic face for the longest, until her voice broke the silence. "What?" she said. "I can feel you judging me C.J."

At that, he chuckled at her words. "It looks fine, Evie." After tying a few more stubborn knots to her black converse. He reached for her hand, and they walked out her room. He checked on Mary in deep sleep in his size too big t-shirt. In his room. On his bed. He smiled. And walked out the front door and out into the Monday morning. Not a minute passed when he felt a drop come down onto his head.

"Shit," he muttered, though Yvette couldn't her him. It was a habit not to curse in front of her even if she was deaf.

He ran back into his apartment, grabbed an umbrella from it's usual place on in the umbrella stand, snatched his Marlboro cigarette pack from the kitchen counter, and ran back outside to meet Yvette with the umbrella open.

"A nice day out. It's very...cold." she said more to herself than to him.

He look a side-long glance at her and watched as she closed her eyes, and smiled; squeezing her hand in his. Her eyes opened almost instantly as she turned and met his gaze. He looked forward, not wanting to look at her eyes anymore. Not wanting to have that feeling anymore.

They were walking down James Avenue now when Callum had seen the "magnificent" Vie De PÃĸtisserie bakery of the equally "magnificent" Cateline Moreau, though Callum noticed that she wasn't inside taking orders. It was another girl.

A wicked smile spread across his face as his eyes locked onto a display of butter croissants all organized in some complex pattern that he couldn't quite make out. He waited a moment longer before taking his hand out of Yvette's and took slow strides inside the shop, but as soon as he opened the door; a jingle from above sounded.

Damn, was all he could think of before he ran to the toward to the front counter where a teenage girl stared at him in horror as he shoved about five croissants into his coat and ran out.

"Hey!" the worker called after him, but he made no effort to look back as he grabbed Yvette's hand and the two ran for Friendly Rivals cafe and coffee just next door.

"Croissants anyone?" He took a few in his hand and held them out, "Got em' at the devil's bakery next door." he laughed before seating Yvette at her usual place at the table in the far right corner, and going over to Liam.

Well, if it isn't pretty boy, he thought as he glared at the blond head. "Hey, Liam. Mind starting a pot of coffee for Yvette? I gotta check in, in the back." At that, he left.

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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"Jesus, Callum!" Liam shouted. He should have known. Despite all his posturing, Callum had a giant sore spot and it was Yvette. He claimed not to care. He claimed to accept that Yvette would have a life outside him. But it was bullshit. Liam believed that Callum wanted to be Yvette's world and no one else was invited. He waved off a customer and slid around the counter to intervene. The damage had already been done. Lucas' skinny jeans were already strangling his legs and to add hot coffee nearly made Liam shudder in sympathy. He came in between them, holding up an arm against Callum to create distance between the two. "He didn't know, okay? That's my fault. He didn't mean anything by it so back off," he snapped. Liam shook his head and leaned close to Callum. "If you can't handle Yvette being noticed, then don't bring her here. In fact, you pull a stunt like that again, don't bring yourself here either,".

Liam clenched a fist to keep himself from visibly shaking. Confrontation wasn't his strong point. Lucas could lead an army but Liam could only write about it. He needed the distance. Standing at the front lines only made him anxious. He turned to Lucas who was the consummate commander. "Alright, here's the keys. Watch for Felicity's dog. You let that little monster go and she'll kill us both," he said, handing him the keys. "I'll keep an eye on Angel," he said with a smirk. It was a little difficult to take Lucas' love affair with this bike seriously but if something happened to that thing, it would probably destroy him.

Liam shook his head, casting a glance at Yvette. There she was, in the dark. He wondered what Callum would say to her. Would he tell her the truth? Would he tell her anything? Then suddenly an idea took root in his head. It was small and fragile, shivering in the cold but with a little work, Liam could bring it into the light. He just needed time to think, and perhaps an accomplice. He turned to the cafe and the gaping mouths of the customers. "Nothing to see here. Go back to your coffee," he said, returning to the counter. A woman met him there, insisting Liam call the police. He merely rolled his eyes and gave her a free coffee and a napkin with written instructions for Cateline Moreau, "Free croissant for unhappy customer".

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Evan Duncan Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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So warm... so comfortable. Callum's bed was a godsend compared to her own. That's why when they were still "on" she'd find reasons to stay the night. That and her mother wouldn't notice if she was there or not. Mary Lynn Roland didn't exactly have the best home life. Her mother was a drunk and drug addict. And Mary had to be her own parent from a very young age. That's why she pushes herself so hard. She always has to be the best at everything she does. If that meant getting a little help from Uncle Ritalin, so what?

The blonde yawned, stretching out and touching the spot where Callum had been. She opened one sleepy eye. He was gone. He was not one to wake up early unless he had to go to work. But wasn't today a weekend? She peeked at his clock. Seven thirty. She shot up so quickly that it seemed like someone gave her a shot of adrenaline.

"Fuck! It's Monday! I'm late!" Mary stumbled over to her backpack and grabbed it on the way to his bathroom. She was wearing one of Callum's clean shirts and not much more. She threw off the shirt and put on her bra. This was not good. She had a routine. If things veered off her routine, things went very bad for her. She brushed her teeth quickly and threw on a pair of high waisted shorts with a loose crop top over it. She left her hair in messy curls. She did make time to touch up her makeup.

She didn't to show up looking like a raccoon and risk that name being her new nickname. It was bad enough she still had Virgin Mary hanging over her head. She pulled on her favorite pair of boots and laced them up. She was half way out the door when she realized it was raining. Standing under the porch, she pulled on her rain jacket and zipped it up. She threw on her backpack and took off at a run.

Sure, if Mary had just gone straight from her boyfriend and best friend's out to the school, she would have been fine. But her functioning on nothing at this hour? That was a recipe for disaster. So she crossed the street but rain up to Vie De PÃĸtisserie and found Cateline, her boss, outside. She grinned at her, giving her a peck on the cheek. Cateline was the closest thing she had to a real mother. "Hey Cate! I'm late! I can't talk, sorry!" She hurried into the bakery. She slipped behind the counter. She nodded to Bella, not really saying anything to her. Bella wasn't her friend at all. She never actually teased her with the others, but she never stood up for her.

She grabbed a back and started throwing different treats that she could eat for breakfast and before her co worker could say anything, she was out the door again. She hurried to the cafe next to, sliding into the shop and nearly right into a tall blonde guy. She turned bright red, noticing his wet pants. She looked back up at his face, blushing more.

"H-hi... s-sorry." She stepped around him, finding the person she was looking for. And there he was. "Liam! You godly man, you, do you have my order ready?" She asked him, her eyes begging him for caffeine. Yup, that's right, not her boyfriend at all. She came in every day, rain or shine. And she got the same thing every day; a venti white chocolate mocha with and extra shot of espresso and an extra pump of syrup with whipped cream in a to go cup. "I'm really late." She told him, bouncing up and down.

Her brown eyes turned to Callum, glaring at him. "Thanks for not waking me up!" She stepped over to him and Yvette. She leaned down and touched Yvette's hand giving it a squeeze. This is how she always said hi to her friend. She opened up her box of pastries and set a brownie in front of her. She put her hand in her friend's again and spelled out 'brownie no nuts'.



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Bella was in the pastry shop Vie De Pastries when she looked around to find something to buy for the family who was getting quite on her nerves. She looked around at the different crossionts and differnt muffins. She smiled at the own who stepped out and seemed a bit rude in what Bella likes to think of. She listened as the woman spoke and she had something to say back. "I think I might take--" She was suddenly cut off and was told to go tell the new store clerk. "Fine!" She said back wondering what was her problem.

Gia came so Bella spoke to her now. "Ugh. What's her problem today?" She looked on the counters below. "I think I might take a dozen plain croissants and one dozen cranberry muffins." She smiled while Gia worked on loading that up. She noticed her high school teacher come in. She smiled at him. "Hello Mr. Lovell?" He had spoken back and she smiled. She had a crush on him since he got in there he was amazingly cute and she planned on convincing him that they could do something together in that sort of fashion.

She smiled at him and watched as he moved everything about him was lovely. "Yeah see you at fourth period." She watched as he walked out and then she realized Gia was waiting with the stuff she ordered. "Here's your money. Have a good day." She walked out of there and walked towards the car. "Hey how'd it go?" "Yeah it went great it took me longer because I bumped into a teacher." She smiled and sat in the car.

They drove home and she got ready for school waiting for the school bus outside.

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Bella Whitmore Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Evan Duncan Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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Cateline looked at Evan and laughed softly, "My night was fine. Boring, but fine... And adventures? Psh, without you in the apartment, I think not." Cateline winked at him and laughed, then saw Heath walk out of the bakery, "Damn it." Cateline murmured. She had let Bella get to her, and in doing so, she missed her usual conversation with Heath. Although it usually wasn't much, getting to talk to Heath in the mornings was... relaxing, in a way.

Cateline stood silently, glancing back and forth between Evan and the bakery. Cateline honestly wished that Evan would play more at the apartment. She liked hearing his music, even though she didn't get to hear it often. Cateline was about to speak when she saw Bella walk out of the bakery. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God she's out of my bakery." Cateline remarked, then looked back at Evan, "I'll see you back at the apartment, maybe?" Cateline smiled slightly, "If you're hungry or anything throughout the day, just come into the bakery. If I'm not at the counter, Gia knows who you are."

Cateline walked from the side of the building back inside, and once she got in, she saw Gia with a worried look on her face, "What happened?" She asked, and then Gia explained that a man came in and just took five croissants. Cateline shushed Gia with a hand up and shook her head, "I know exactly who you're talking about. And you don't need to worry about it." Cateline stomped over to Friendly Rivals just as Lucas was pushing his way out with a grimace on his face. Cateline looked at Liam curiously for a moment then shook it off before she shrieked, "Callum!"

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Mary Lynn Roland Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Felicity Torque Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau
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As soon as the little blonde spat on Callum, he was seconds away from beating on him until he felt someone's arm pushing at his chest. "Jesus, Callum!" It was Liam. Coming to the rescue as usual. Callum never mind him interrupting whenever he was close to trouble. He was used to it because without Liam always on his case about "doing the right thing", he wouldn't be alive. Although, Callum was more than surprised that someone actually had the tendency to put up with a good-for-nothing wretch like himself as his old man often called him on days when he came home in the grasp of a police officer late at midnight. 'Out partying with some friends, officers were just being superficial,' Callum often told him, yet nothing he could say was believable. After having two parents that were both fuck-ups, one of which was deadbeat, the other a typical drug-addict, you most likely have a kid that's ten times worse. Callum Jiovanni Hall was no smiles and sunshine, no, instead he was this rugged guy who's just waiting to fuck up someone's day, and present pure pleasure as he did so. However, in reality he was a guy just wanted happiness in his life. Whether or not Yvette was just that, no one quite knew.

"He didn't know, okay? That's my fault. He didn't mean anything by it so back off", Liam told him. At that, Callum rolled his eyes, but said nothing. This time Liam leaned in close, so that whatever he had to say was only to be heard by Callum. "If you can't handle Yvette being noticed, then don't bring her here. In fact, you pull a stunt like that again, don't bring yourself here either."

Callum just stared at him. It was clear Liam hadn't meant what he said about never coming to the cafe. He was his brother. Metaphorically, that is. And he knew that like everyone else. Despite the bizarre shit Callum puts Liam through, these two were inseparable. Partially because he lived with Felicity which makes it easier for Callum to see how she was doing, see if she ever said anything about his most recent visit to the library. So, it was hard to believe that Liam would actually insist Callum stopped showing up to the cafe if all he was going to bring with him was chaos. However, Callum knew better than to get on his friend's bad side, so he gave an nonchalant, but irritable"Whatever," Then, walked away towards the counter. Not long as he took two steps when Mary came rushing in a simple, "Thanks for not waking me up!" before she gave Yvette a brownie. He ignored her.

Behind the counter he spotted Arthur, face bent down into his journal as usual. "Who does that blonde head think he is?" He babbled on to Arthur, whether or not he was listening. "Queen Latifah?" He began preparing another pot of coffee when he heard very carefully when the door to Friendly Rivals swung open, but he hadn't looked up."Besides, it ain't over yet. When I get my hands on him I'm going to kick his-?"

"Callum!" His head snapped up to see Cateline storming over in his direction. "Well, If it isn't the she-wolf," he smiled halfheartedly. "How's therapy keeping ya? Y'know, you shouldn't yell so much. You'll give yourself a nosebleed."

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Arthur's coffee arrives not long after he's ordered it, and he was ready to try and order a croissant (which was kind of orange, if golden counted) when about a hundred other people suddenly came flooding in to the cafe. Not really the one for crowded places, or social interactions that involved more than one person, he quietly slipped off to one of the quiet corners of the shop, sipping his still scalding hot drink and opening up his journal again. "Where was I?" He asks himself in a low voice, and talking aloud to himself has become a bad habit of his due to being only with himself the majority of the time. There's some sort of commotion over by the counter but Art has no trouble in tuning it out, focusing solely on the words that are appearing on the page in front of him. His idea has changed slightly, about the end of the world, and now he's thinking that when the world breaks in half, lava will start pouring from the crevice and that will be the demise of the human race.

At first he doesn't even hear Callum, let alone know someone is actually speaking to him. Most of the time people just let him go about his business, barely knowing him further than "the guy who lives in that teachers house, right?". Though Callum was one of the people who could actually handle his million-and-one idiosyncrasies (most of the time) and Arthur supposes he could probably call him... an acquaintance. Though Art was awkward enough with people in general, and with the man looking the way he did, it made him even odder around him. Which is why when he realises that he's being spoken to, he actually makes an effort to try and decipher what he's saying. That, of course, doesn't go well either, because he has absolutely no clue what has been going on around him.

"Probably more like Justin Bieber." It's surprising enough that he looks up from his journal for Callum, but actually joining in on a conversation? Arthur was known for only speaking when he had to give his opinion on something, or when he found something very interesting. Pointless conversation was not his strong suit, and he rarely attempted to engage in it. It's also surprising that Arthur even knows who Justin Bieber is, because it's not like he's up to date on anything at all. He still writes his stories completely by hand. "What happen-?" But he's speaking at the same time Callum is, and neither of them even get to finish before they're being interrupted. And so naturally Arthur ducks his head, acting like he's returning to his journal when in reality he's waiting for Callum to be finished, because he finds him interesting.

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Mary Lynn Roland Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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The sight of Cateline made the hair on his neck stand up. There was something distant about her. Maybe the word was lofty... She should have been born in an ivory tower but instead she was born here. With nothing to rule, she had her bakery. And while Liam attempted a civil relationship, with employees like Callum, it was a constant balancing act. And right now, he just wanted to leave. Let them battle it out, he thought, who was really in any danger? He could slip out, meet Lucas, wisk Mary and Yvette away and pretend, for just a moment, he was more than this place. But Liam had a thing about lost causes... They made great stories and a writer can't turn one down.

"Well if isn't the lovely Miss Moreau? Hope you come with good news. Maybe cookies? Otherwise we're terribly busy running a business. People have to have their coffee otherwise they go insane and Brewster just doesn't have the resources for an uptick in mental illness..." he grinned. He turned to Callum. He was sarcastic as usual and unhelpful. Why didn't he just fire him? He could hire some pretty face to flirt with all day. He'd never get any work done. Life would be easy. But he knew why. He liked Callum. He aggravated him, amused him, frustrated him and disappointed him but he was always there. For someone who pretended to care so little, he seemed to care so much. Another lost cause.


But just because Liam liked lost causes was no excuse to ruin his day. He had plans and no one fucks with his plans. He walked over the Cateline and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, "Take a breath. Nothing like a nostril flair to ruin your beautiful features," He would pay for that later but just maybe her anger would be spread too thin. How did they ever stay in business? It was a magnet for trouble. "Now play nice, you two. Don't scare off the customers," he said, eyeing Cateline, "After all, we're friendly rivals, remember. Not the Hatfields and McCoys," He was tempted to kiss her on the forehead like a child to antagonize her. It was almost fun to do. But he decided against it. He needed his limbs.

Liam looked back towards Mary and Yvette. They were almost slipping away from him. "Meet me at the apartment," he shouted to them. His eyes lingered on Mary and he turned away and left before shit really hit the fan. Hopefully they'd make a speedy exit out of there before they were swept up.

He slipped home to find Lucas in a state of existential crisis over coffee. "I've been hit with inspiration!" he announced, with little concern to Lucas' state of dress. Skinny jeans were inviting trouble. No good came out of strangling one's circulation. "While I might have writer's block, I am apparently still brilliant. As long as everyone cooperates. Now put some pants on. I invited a friend of mine to the beach plus Yvette, that girl you got burned over. Now Yvette is blind and deaf. None of your usual tricks are going to work. But Mary will interpret. By the way, Mary's off limits," He collapsed on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Liam wanted to believe his intentions were good. Yvette needed a little freedom and Callum needed to either admit his feelings or let her the hell go. All he was doing was forcing an outcome... He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach. He wasn't hurting anyone... right?

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Cateline could have ripped Callum's head off in that moment. Not only was he extremely annoying, but he was cocky and arrogant and... Cateline could go on and on about Callum. Cateline had noticed Mary out of the corner of her eye and she tried to give her a slight nod, but she was too focused on Callum and her anger to even acknowledge anyone else,

"You... you... You!" Cateline stammered, running an anxious hand through her hair, "The next time you steal croissants from my bakery, I will have your head on a pike parading it downtown!" Cateline shrieked again her face turning red; that's when she spotted the 'free croissant for unhappy customer note on a napkin sitting on the counter, with one of her croissants left over.

Big mistake.

Cateline picked up the napkin and glared at it for a slight moment before snapping her head back up to look at Callum,

"Are you kidding me?!" Cateline yelled directly at him, then, without warning or halfway-thinking, Cateline pelted the now cold, hardened croissant at Callum, attempting to hit him up side the head.

"Next time you'll think twice about stealing from my bakery!"

Without another word, Cateline spun heel and walked out of the front door of the bakery, making a point to slam the door so the bell on the hinge would ring as loud as it possibly could. Cateline stood for a moment after she slammed the door and took a deep breath, glancing back and forth down the street. Evan was the only one there, still playing away.

Cateline composed herself, and, without acting like anything ever happened, Cateline opened the bakery door and slipped inside, just as calmly as she had entered it when she got there at 6 that morning.

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Arthur's eyes widen considerably as he watches Cateline throw the croissant at Callum. To be honest, she sort of terrified him, a lot. She also helped his muse considerably, and he vaguely wondered how she would feel if she got put into a novel of his. Not that he actually planned on asking her beforehand or anything. It wasn't that he was rude or anything, he just had no sense of privacy, and had little to no consideration for the feelings of others, and that was not his fault. He was raised in a way that made him insensitive to anyone other than himself, and it wasn't surprising that that stuck with him. And no one bothered to chastise him on it, other than Heath occasionally, when he found out he was writing a piece about someone in the town. Heath was the only person that he let see his journal or his works in progress, and only because he was a writer too. Otherwise his things would have been off limits.

The writer ducked his head when the woman turned and stalked off, not wanting to be caught staring, and buried himself in his journal. Part of him was still listening in hopes that Callum would continue their conversation, but he doubted it. The other man was very popular, it seemed, and had better things and people to spend his time on than someone like Arthur. On the other hand though, Heath seemed sort of popular too, even if he tended to stay shut in at home most of the time, and he still made time for Arthur.

Faintly Art hears his name being said, but doesn't really catch it until the second time around. His head pops up and his eyes go to find the counter but- Heath? That was odd. Arthur looks down at his watch before realising he doesn't have one, then tries to find the clock in the cafe. "You're supposed to be at the school." He says dubiously, eyes narrowing in confusion, as if the other man had no idea that he had a job to get to. Then he remembers something about being asked for help, and frowns. He isn't really in the mood to be helpful right now, actually he's never in the mood to help. The only reason he assisted Heath in grading papers was because that was the requirement for moving in with him. And he liked to see how high schoolers were writing these days (answer being not great).

"What do you need?" He asks finally, sort of sighing the words out, shoulders slumped in a way that made it obviously reluctantly said. "You should hurry, you don't want to be late for work."

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There were several long moments where Arthur did not answer him, and Heath could only watch the scene before him unfold. It happened quickly, with a violent explosion from Cateline and no immediate reaction from Callum. He observed with wide eyes, looking vaguely concerned as Cateline stormed out the front door. He wondered if he might have enough time to go check up on her before classes began...

Arthur's voice reached his ears, snapping him back to the problem at hand. "You're supposed to be at the school."

"I know," Heath sighed heavily, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't important, believe me."

He noticed with keen eyes Arthur's immediate frown at the prospect of having to help, which honestly came as no surprise. He was well aware that Arthur only helped with the papers because he wanted a place to live. That, and the amusement of course, but Arthur had never liked helping people unless there was something in it for him. Heath had always thought of him as the epitome of the notion of quid pro quo. He responded to Arthur's frown with his own scowl. "Oh, relax. It's nothing that requires any effort from you," Heath added, slightly lower and with a hint of amusement. "I think I wrote the name of a poem I need for class today in the back of your journal, so if you don't mind..."

Heath leaned over and pulled the small book away from Arthur before he could protest, quickly flipping to the back cover to locate his handwriting spelling out a word he could only vaguely make out. "The Waste Land! T. S. Eliot. Of course," he said aloud, wondering how it was that he could have forgotten. He slid the journal back towards Arthur and gave him a quick pat on the arm, his way of saying thanks, before heading out the door. Stealing a quick glance at his watch, he realized there was still a good fifteen minutes before classes. If he didn't delay long, he could...

He avoided turning down James Avenue, continuing straight instead. Standing outside the door to the bakery, he inhaled a breath, taking just a moment to gather himself. The bell above the door chimed as he entered slowly, cautiously. "Cateline?" he called out softly, not seeing her behind the cash register. "Are you here?"

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Cateline stood at the front door of the bakery for a moment, running a hand through her hair like she always did when she was trying to compose herself. She couldn't believe Callum could be so... rude. Although rude wasn't even the right word for it. Cateline seemed prude, and she knew that, but she hated knowing someone just as prude and arrogant as she was. It made her realize the faults in herself, which brought out her insecurities... all around it just wasn't a good thing for her conscience. Cateline glanced around the bakery, which was now empty since the morning rush hour was nearly over. It wouldn't be full again until lunch, which, after what had just happened, Cateline was thankful for.

Cateline dusted off the counter with a dry washcloth and took out the morning's pastries, setting them in a basket to be given out later. She then went to the back, trying to decide what things she would put out for lunch. Croissants were a definite- they always were, but she was stuck between making turkey bacon paninis or ham and cheese flat bread sandwiches as the special for lunch. Cateline decided on ham and cheese, since it was simple, and most people liked ham better than turkey- or, so she had observed- and then she picked up the newspaper she'd left in the back earlier. She got to read the horoscope section before she heard the bell chime on the front door. Gia had gone out for break, and the bakery was empty. Cateline contemplated just letting it go, but when she heard someone calling for her specifically, she made her way to the counter. It was Heath.

Cateline looked at him, smiling slightly as she nodded, "I'm... fine. I'm fine." She said softly, as she bit her lip rather unnoticeably.

"Thanks for coming to check on me..." She murmured, "But are you sure you aren't going to be late?" Cateline knew school would have to be taking up in a few minutes. It was nearly 8:30. Cateline looked at Heath, questioning, but still managed to smile at him. It was different to have someone worry about her for a change, instead of her worrying about the actions of everyone else.

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'Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.' That's how it all was as soon as Cateline began talking. A common bore she was. However, he'd hate to admit that he did enjoy her company. Her stress only made him burst out into hysterics. It was nothing new. The two have been going at it for years and years if it weren't for they're constant bickering, it would never be the same. They had this dynamic, see Callum was the rebel who'd always brought trouble and Cateline was the little she-devil who always tried to patch things up. If it wasn't like that, then things wouldn't be the same. Even though they couldn't stand each other, the certain hatred only brought them closer. "The next time you steal croissants from my bakery, I will have your head on a pike parading it downtown!" Her face was red, and almost immediately Callum imagined steam bursting out from her ear canals.

"It's not stealing if I was burrowing." He said in his normal cocky tone. "I'd be glad to give it back, but you gotta wait a couple hours for it to digest down."

She ignored him (as usual); however, he could tell by the way her nose were flaring that she was infuriated. He watched as she snatched up a napkin sitting up on a counter. It was obvious that it had been from Liam. He was the only one Callum could remember who every wrote on napkins, though whatever it said made Cateline even angrier. Her eyes flashed upon him, and for a split second he held an eerie feeling that maybe he had gone too far.

"Are you kidding me?!" She shouted in rage that with each word she'd say, spit freckled across his face. Callum blinked-twice. This had been the second time he'd been spat on. He was beginning to think that it was national 'Spit On Callum' day. Didn't anyone have any manners in this town?

"Jesus, Say it don't spray it!" He retorted back, as he scrub ferociously at her germs with his towel, in which he made a promise to burn later.

The minute he was finished sterilizing his face, Cateline then flung a stone, rock croissant at him. However, he had ducked just in time before the edible weapon nearly knocked him out. "Next time you'll think twice about stealing from my bakery!" She warned him before spinning on one heel and stalking out from the Cafe; shaking the ground as she went.

"Come again!" He called after her before turning his attention onto Arthur who had been sitting there taking in all the chaos with wide eyes. "Can't believe the devil himself gave birth to that." He shook his head, and that's when he noticed. Yvette, Mary, Liam; they were all gone. However, it was Yvette and Mary he was worried about. They were just at Yvette's table a minute ago. Now where were they?

"Hold on, Art." He said before throwing his legs over the counter, and moving toward the front door. He looked out; searching for a sign of his friends, but all he saw was cars speeding by in unison honking at others as they went. "Shit." Now he was beginning to panic.

Wherever they were, they couldn't have gone that far, right? Besides shouldn't Liam be here helping with orders? Where the hell was he?

Callum's fingers were feeble as they dialed Liam's cell. It rung. Once. Twice. No answer. Callum didn't even bother to leave a voicemail. Instead, he dialed for Mary hoping, praying she'd pick up. "Jesus, Mary where are you? Are you alright? Where the hell is Yvette?" He was worried for the two of them. His girlfriend, and his little step-sister.