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Holly Maddon

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a character in “City Living”, as played by Writer

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Name:
Holly Jade Maddon

Age:
16

Birthday:
June 10th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Job:
8th grade student

Hometown:
South Bronx, NY

Hexcode:
#db0083
P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Personality:
Her most notable characteristic is definitely how energetic she is. As long as she is awake, she makes her presence known through her constant chatter and curious questions. She struggles to keep her attention centered on one thing and is known to jump from task to task, and even stop mid-sentence in a conversation if something new catches her attention. She would never go out of her way to insult or be mean to someone, but lacks a speech filter and tends to say things that she overheard and weren't intended to be repeated, or ask invasive, personal questions. She's naive, absentminded, inattentive and forgetful, but she rarely does any of this intentionally, and it's mostly related to her ADHD. It certainly gets annoying, especially when there are three other people living with her, but she usually fails to see any signs of people getting tired of her. She's a cheerful and optimistic person, who, for the most part, is always happy. If nothing else, she serves as a reminder to people that not everyone has malice intentions. She's one of the few people you'll meet who does most things with honest, innocent intentions.

One of her major faults is how dependent she is on other people. If it weren't for her sister, she most likely would already be dead by now. She is not intelligent book wise and the same goes for her street smarts. Not only does she struggle to read people, but like a child, she tends to trust everyone and expect them to be just as genuine as she is. Her naivety and overall delayed development is probably linked to her learning disabilities and drug damage done while she was in the womb, but the years of abuse probably play a role in it too. They caused her to become easily nervous, jumpy and emotionally unstable. Though she definitely struggles with learning and mental disabilities, and is probably in the mental age range of a ten to twelve year old, it's likely that they're all issues that could be worked through if she was ever able to receive proper treatment and therapy. It's possible, and even likely, that the happiness that she always possesses comes out of a "safe place", or something along those lines, for her. She refuses to process or acknowledge more serious and unfortunate things in the world, because she's already dealt with enough stress like that throughout her childhood.

Likes:
Candy, dogs, sunny days, nail polish, hot showers, socializing, gifts, attention, watching movies, her sister, her hair when its dyed red, macaroni and cheese, snow days, Beanie Babies, new clothes

Dislikes:
Arguments, school, being called stupid, rain, milk, coffee, isolation, silence, darkness, bugs, spicy food

Fears:
She has many "normal" fears, with spiders, clowns and rodents topping the list, but her biggest fear is probably school. She did so poorly throughout her academic career and it not only resulted in humiliation in the classroom, but physical abuse at home, so it's tied to painful memories for her.

Dreams:
Holly's dreams vary drastically depending on the moment, but they all share the similarity of being virtually unattainable. Between wanting a dog, a pool, meeting Zac Efron... they're just not going to happen. What would be most beneficial for her at this point would to get her high school diploma or GED and manage to get some sort of normal job and living situation on her own, where she isn't constantly depending on her sister to provide for her.

P A S T

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History:
Holly was born to a teen runaway mother and a teen father who was never present in Holly's life and probably never would been, even if had he known that he was her father. Her mother, Nancy, came from a family that was the epitome of the phrase "trailer park trash". Her father was an abusive addict who turned their tiny trailer into a meth lab, and her mother was too much of an alcoholic to care for her six children. Nancy dropped out of high school when she was fourteen with the intentions of helping to take care of her three younger siblings, but it was inevitable that she take a turn down the wrong path. Drugs and alcohol had always been such a common thing for her, and when she started a relationship with a twenty-two-year-old boy who lived a few trailers down from them, it became a part of her life. She started with alcohol and marijuana, and soon tested out heroin and crack. Using the drugs seems detrimental in itself, but things became even worse when Nancy found out that her older sister was also seeing the boy she was sleeping with. Even worse again, when she found out that she was pregnant with his child. It was an impulsive move, but she fled. She didn't tell her boyfriend or her parents that she was pregnant because she knew that they were going to tell her to get an abortion, or worse. Her family hadn't care for her when it was just her that they had to support, and another mouth to feed just wasn't going to be an option.

She was living in upstate New York at the time and boarded a train to New York City. She didn't know anyone there but was sure that a big city like that would have more resources to help her than any of the other poor, small towns in her area. The fifteen year old was desperate for help upon her arrival to New York, but was told that all of the shelters for teens and women had months-long waiting lists. Even pregnant, she was still addicted to drugs, with her drug of choice being cocaine, and rather than save the hundred dollars she fled with for food or a hotel, she sought out a dealer. It happened to be someone who worked for Rafael Barnes, one of the biggest drug lords in the Bronx. The dealer thought Nancy might be helpful in their distribution game, and brought her back to their house. A few months later, she had Holly. It's a miracle that Holly even survived the pregnancy with her mother's poor habits, but six months after conception, she was delivered in an emergency C-section. Had the hospital staff really took interest in the family, they may have been able to prevent the poor life that Holly would soon face. She could have been put into foster care or even adopted, but instead, once she had reached a stable point, she was brought home. Home for her first five years was Rafael's drug-ridden home. After a drug raid busted up their group and he, as well as many of the other men in the house were incarcerated, Nancy was forced back out on the streets. This time, however, she had more connections. She had secretly been sleeping with Clinton Wright, the leader of another drug group, and was welcomed into his home.

Her life here actually made her first home seem desirable. Not only was Clinton equally involved in drugs, but he and the men he lived with were abusive and possessive. He quickly claimed Nancy as his girlfriend - something that she probably didn't mind - but he made it clear that he hated the fact that she had a child with another man, despite him having a broad of his own with many women. Clinton never touched Holly, but his brother, George, who resided in the house did. It began as physical abuse. If Holly ever dared to cry in his presence, he'd take off his belt and beat her with it until she learned better. Whenever her mother cared enough to acknowledge how poorly Holly did in school, it would result in abuse as well. School had never been her strong point. She suffers from severe ADHD, learning disabilities, and dyslexia. At her peak, she could read at a third grade level, but after two years away from school, even that has probably become a stretch. She had no academic support at home, and it didn't help that she was attending a school in one of the most underfunded districts in the nation. The school didn't have the resources to help a child like her, so she couldn't be put into a special needs program, and instead, she was frequently held back, only managing to reach the fifth grade when she was fourteen.

The abuse she was receiving at home only made her more emotionally unstable and unable to focus in school. If the physical abuse wasn't bad enough though, George soon stepped it up a notch. The sexual abuse started when she was eight and continued until the day he was arrested, when she was thirteen. He was one of the many people taken during the police raid on their apartment, with two of the others including her mother and Clinton. They were charged with a multitude of drug related charges, as well as some armed robbery and attempted murder ones. Apparently, they had been tied up in more than just making drugs in the kitchen. Holly spent three weeks in a foster home before custody was given to Makayla. She's definitely doing a lot better with just Makayla, even if Makayla can't say the same about herself.
A P P E A R A N C E

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Height:
5'0

Weight:
90 lbs

Face Claim:
Ariana Grande (circa Cat Valentine days)

So begins...

Holly Maddon's Story

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 3 PM


Thanksgiving Day is a holiday typically spent between families, in homes filled with the delicious aromas of various dishes cooking in the kitchen. A game of football will go down in the backyard while dinner is prepared, or some will get an early start on watching Christmas movies that will begin to pop up on certain television channels. People will travel from all across the country to be with their families, because after all, Thanksgiving is the day to give thanks, and for a lot of people, the thing to be most grateful for is their families. However, not everyone is able to spend Thanksgiving with their families. For some, flights or transportation costs are unbearably high. Others may not have been able to get off from work for the holiday weekend, and others don't have family, or don't get along with them, at least, to go and visit. Whatever the circumstances may be, there are some people who find themselves in situations that differ from the traditional ones on the holiday, and coincidentally, that's the case for many of the residents of the fifth floor of the apartment building at 314 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, this year.

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon

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Holly and Makayla had begun their day by watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade live. They had never done it before, and just in general, this was probably the first time that they were embracing anything related to the holiday. Holly loved holidays, and especially after Holly and Makayla started a life separate from their parents, the girl had only grown in her enthusiasm for those special days of the year. However, the first Thanksgiving that they were on their own, they were struggling a lot financially, and at that point, didn't even have cable or a television in their studio apartment to watch the parade. Makayla had probably had an exceptionally rough night the night before, so the idea of standing outside in the cold wouldn't have gone over well with her either. Last year, things were still even tighter than they were this year, and given that they had different roommates at the time who both left town, Holly and Makayla had spent the holiday in a quiet manner, almost as if it were a normal day. This year, however, things were different. A few weeks back, Cara had invited them over for Thanksgiving dinner, and ever since then, Holly wouldn't let Makayla go a day without hearing about how excited she was for the holiday. It was the first time in her life that she was going to sit down for a real Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and everything, and she couldn't keep her excitement over that contained, even if she wanted to.

Although Makayla wasn't all that excited to walk about sixty blocks in the brisk morning to reach the starting point of the parade, she did it anyway. Holly was always an early riser, and while they easily could have taken the subway uptown, Holly had woken up early and with an abundance of energy that Makayla was sure would lead to her waking up Sam or Deja if they didn't leave the apartment. If she had money to spare, she could have taken Holly to get breakfast at a local diner beforehand, to kill off that time, but she didn't, and so they spent a good portion of the morning leisurely walking uptown. It tired Makayla out, but then again, lately she seemed to be in a perpetual state of exhaustion, so that was nothing new to her. Besides, she decided that if she could kill off some of Holly's energy early on in the day, they would all be better off later on.

They watched the parade for a little while, but it seemed fairly short, given how long the walk there, and then back, was. Although Holly pleaded that they take the subway back, Makayla insisted that they walk, and it probably was with good reason, because by the time that they returned to their neighborhood, it was already mid-afternoon, and they weren't even heading straight home following that. They had to stop at the grocery store first. "Which one of the balloons was your favorite, Kay? I wish they had one that was like... a pink or a purple dog, with a lot of fur that was like, really fuzzy, and it was actually not a balloon but a real dog. Wouldn't that have been the best thing about the parade?" Holly mused, standing beside Makayla as they walked through the store. She was doing pretty good today about not touching everything she saw, and it helped immensely that Makayla skipped over turning down the candy aisle.

"Yeah, but you know that pink and purple dogs aren't real."

"If you put hair dye on a white dog, then they would be real. You should get me a white dog, and put red hair dye on it so that it matches me. That would be the best Christmas present ever."

"You know you're not getting a dog for Christmas, or for anything. Stop it with that. Now, what were the things that I told you we needed to pick up from here? We have the lemonade, milk, cereal, bread...?" Makayla never could remember to write out a list on paper herself. She always felt so rushed and unorganized, but she just couldn't help it most of the time. It was like she either didn't have the time to do these things, or she had the time, but not the energy.

"Macaroni and cheese! We almost forgot that and that would have been horrible. And... oh! You said we could get something to bring to Cara's house. I think we should bring cookies, I bet Cara would love that!"

Holly was right, that those were the two things that they were forgetting. Macaroni and cheese and lemonade, combined with an occasional helping of chicken fingers or a grilled cheese, seemed to wholly encompass Holly's diet. Makayla tried to get her to eat better, she really did, but with such a picky taste palate, Makayla didn't have it in her budget to constantly buy new, healthier foods for Holly, only to have her take one bite and refuse to eat anymore. After grabbing a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese from an aisle, Makayla led Holly towards the freezer section of the store. She could have purchased the box mix, and baked cookies that way, or she could have purchased pre-made cookies, but given her options, the frozen "ready to bake" ones seemed like the best choice. The pre-made cookies would make her look lazy, she thought, and at least with these cookies, she could just brush it off to the high-standards Cara as the chosen dessert because Holly wanted to play a role in baking them. Seeing that they cost $4.50 made her cringe, but she placed them in their basket regardless. Even once they were at the register, and their total came to just over twenty dollars, Makayla tried to act unbothered. It nearly hurt her physically to have to hand the money over to the cashier, knowing that they had used up all of their SNAP benefits for the month a week or so back, but she did it anyway. She barely had any money, but what was she supposed to do? Let her sister starve? Show up to a Thanksgiving dinner, where they would be fed for free, without even a little something to offer? They were poor, but Makayla still had manners, and she knew that that was unacceptable. Cara did a lot for them, more than Makayla could ever thank her for, and even though she knew she wouldn't necessarily be able to relax tonight at her house, she did know, at least, that Holly would be fed, and that for the first time ever, they would actually be having a traditional Thanksgiving.

The grocery store that they were shopping at was only a block or two away from the apartment, so the walk home from here was much shorter. "Who else do you think Cara invited? Maybe Brooklyn? Or Weston? Or Olivi-elle-elle-elle? Or Tony? That would be fun if they came, right? Ooooh, and if Rowan comes, we can tell him how he looked just like the Elf on the Shelf balloon!" She gushed, swinging the light grocery bag she was carrying as she paced a few steps ahead of Makayla on their way up to the fifth floor. Though her legs had been tired a few minutes ago from all of the walking, thinking about how exciting the night was going to be, her energy and enthusiasm negated any lethargy her limbs were feeling for the moment.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Location: Apartment 5D
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Hex Code: #91415d
{With dialogue from Writer}
Brooklyn had just gotten back to the apartment building, after spending a few hours at the gym. She considered going straight back to her own apartment, but knowing that Cara was working on some Thanksgiving dinner that was sure to be over the top, Brooklyn decided that avoiding the apartment for as long as possible was her best bet. It would probably be a surprise to some, but she was perfectly content with eating the food that "the other woman" who had destroyed her relationship was making. In Brooklyn's mind, it made sense to take advantage of Cara as much as possible now. She would eat the food that the girl paid for, drink her liquor, and do her best not to kill her. It wasn't like Brooklyn had too many other options, anyway. The only family that she had left was her mother, and she hadn't seen that woman in seven years. She was used to just spending holidays with Nick, and sometimes Jude, if he had nothing better to do, but Nick was the last person she wanted to see today. It wasn't like she didn't have other friends who would have her over, but Cara's made the most sense in Brooklyn's mind, because she wanted to use up everything that she could take from Cara, as if it would somehow even out what Cara took from her.

Makayla and Holly were standing outside of their apartment when Brooklyn got to the top of the steps, and though she walked around them quietly, without saying a word, she knew that escaping conversation would be too good to be true. It took less than a second after Holly noticed her heading towards Tony's door, for Holly to curiously pipe up, "Why are you going to Weston's? Did he invite you over?"

"His sister did," Brooklyn answered, though it wasn't exactly true. Brooklyn hadn't spoken to Tony today, but when they lived right across the hall from each other, Brooklyn didn't feel like a text was necessary before stopping by. It probably spoke to how comfortable and entitled she often grew to feel, like people had to accommodate her thinking that she could do whatever she wanted, but it wasn't doing in a malicious way. If anything, Brooklyn wanting to hang out with you signified that she liked you more than the other 99% of the people that she knew. In her eyes, it was a compliment, even if it didn't always translate as one. She was ready to knock on Tony's door, but paused for a second, as she smirked and turned back towards Holly. "Would you be jealous if he did, though?" Admittedly, Brooklyn liked riling up Holly when she could. The girl did a good job at getting under her skin, so the least that she could do was repay the favor... And if sometimes it seemed like Holly was possessive over Tony's brother, since he was her friend to walk home to school with, then sue Brooklyn for poking fun at Holly about it. She deserved to get a laugh at the girl's expense from time to time.

"No, I'm not jealous. Me and Makayla are making cookies! If you're lucky, we'll let you have one when we go to Cara's house later!" Holly answered enthusiastically, following Makayla into their apartment now that her sister had found the key to unlock the door with.

Brooklyn raised her eyebrows at that, feigning interest, though she really wanted to roll her eyes, because of course, it was her luck that Holly would brush over the insinuation about Weston now, in favor of focusing on something far more innocent. It was a remark that was very typical of Holly, who seemed to be too innocent for her own good, so while disappointed, Brooklyn couldn't really be surprised. "Sounds good," she answered, less interest present in her voice now as she spun back around and knocked on Tony's door, before going ahead and jiggling the doorknob right after that, and finding it to be unlocked. She let herself in, only hoping that Tony was home, and not just Weston. "The neighborhood's favorite bitch has arrived, here to wish the Garcias a happy Thanksgiving even though they were too rude to wish me one first!" she announced as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Music was playing inside, and given the layout of the apartment, Brooklyn only had to take a few steps inside to see the Garcia she was hoping for, in the kitchen. While the music might have been the first thing that Brooklyn's senses paid attention to upon opening the door, the mouthwatering aroma that filled the room was what really took her attention. "Look at you, all wifey material up in here. Having a party that you forgot to invite me to?" she mused playfully, helping herself to a seat at the table that allowed her to still see the brunette.

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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Makayla was tempted to say "nice try" to Brooklyn, as she listened to the girl try and goad a more mature answer out of Holly than Holly gave her, but she opted to keep her mouth shut. She and Brooklyn had been on good terms lately, and beyond that, Makayla was too tired for even the pettiest of squabbles with the blonde right now. Her arms felt like they were about to snap with the heavier of the grocery bags weighing them down, especially given that she had just had to carry them up five flights of stairs, plus the couple of blocks worth of the walk home. "Put everything aside from the cookies away, okay? We need to make sure that we're organized first, and then we can put these in the oven," Makayla said to her sister as she opened the door. Things that were common sense to most people, were the most necessary things to remind Holly of, it seemed. She either forgot, or what Makayla tended to think was more of the case lately, she just simply preferred to do the "fun" things, and liked to pretend to overlook the more tedious ones.

"Why do you think Tony invited Brooklyn over, and not us?" was all that Holly answered with, before following her question up with an unrelated squeal. "I'm so excited for Thanksgiving! I love Thanksgiving, it's my new favorite holiday!" Inside, her attention shifted quickly again, and Makayla's words from just a second before went in one ear and out the other as she set the grocery bag that she was carrying down by the door and continued inside without it. The first thing that had caused her attention to tray was the way that the apartment was filled with an aroma that was so good, it was impossible to ignore. Holly was picky when it came to foods, and it was likely that she would scrunch her nose in distaste at most of the dishes that created this wonderful smell, but she could still appreciate how good it smelled. It only added to the festive mood that was so easy for her to get into. The second thing that she noticed, and that she noticed more consciously, was the man standing in their kitchen. She would have expected to see Sam or Deja, but instead, it was their neighbor Theodore. "Theo, I think you're in the wrong apartment," Holly informed him, a look of skepticism on her face. Deja must have escaped down the hallway just a second before, because as she and Makayla walked in, the only person left in the kitchen was the boy, who Holly knew, certainly did not live here. She wasn't against him being in the apartment, per se, but it was just instinctive for her to point out things she noticed, and this was one of those things that seemed noteworthy. "And if something is in the oven, you definitely need to take it out because me and Makayla have cookies to bake, and that's more important than anything else in the world right now," she said, taking on an uncharacteristically stern tone now, even though she really didn't know if anything was even still in the oven. "But we'll let you have one when they're ready! We're bringing them to Cara's house because we went to watch the parade today, and she invited us over to have turkey and other Thanksgiving things for dinner, like the pilgrims did on Thanksgiving! And then, you know what happened after that? Like, the next day the Native Americans still thought the pilgrims were nice and stuff, but then they gave them a million kind of sicknesses, even worse than a sore throat or a cold, and they killed all of the nice Native Americans who just wanted to have fun in their lives! It was so rude and I hope you're never like the pilgrims were, Theo. I would have to tell you that we can't be friends and everyone in the apartment building would probably tell you to get out, and we would send you to Alaska or Antarctica, all alone."

If Holly had taken a breath anywhere during that tangent she went off on, Makayla would have cut in to shut her up, but in between grabbing the grocery bag that the redhead predictably dropped by the door, and then managing to carry it and the two heavy ones already in her hand, into the kitchen, she wasn't able to. After she shot Theo an apologetic look, she looked towards Holly and really, really tried to be patient. "We're not sending him off anywhere, Holly. Stop talking crazy like that," she said, as she maneuvered through the kitchen to put the milk and lemonade into the fridge, before unpacking the other bags, since she knew asking Holly to do it would be futile. "Is Deja's turkey in the oven?" Makayla said, addressing Theo now. She knew that Deja was hosting a Thanksgiving celebration of her own, here, so that would've made sense anyway, especially given the smell. "We can put the cookies on a tray, and then you can bring them down the hall and see if someone will let us use their oven for ten minutes, if that's the case," she said, returning to address Holly, then, since she knew that if she didn't finish with that, Holly would throw in some dramatic response about how cookies were still more important than Deja's turkey.

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Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
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xxxso what are you to do?
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Eyeing the shelves of drinks in front of her, Sam sighed. Tony was presumably caught up in the cooking, which meant that she didn't have any guidance as to the drinks to buy. Eventually, she picked up stuff to make her favourite cocktail and a six pack of beer. Not terribly exciting, but then again, it was a Thanksgiving dinner, not an actual party. It wasn't even the dinners of her past where she'd taken advantage of her client's tab to get as many drinks as she could get into her without appearing totally drunk. Turned out she had a bit of a talent for that.

She paid for the drinks and started the walk back to the apartment, the bag slung over her wrist. She reached it back to the madness of the fifth floor in record time, thanks to the cold air, and decided to stop at 5B to dump her stuff and get her brownies. There appeared to be an odd moment of relative peace, as the only people to be seen were Makayla, Holly, and Theo.

"Holy sh-" she quickly stopped herself, remembering Holly's presence. "Something smells fantastic," she finished. "Tell Deja to keep me some," she added as she started trying to remember which cupboard she'd hidden the brownies in. "So, Holly, did you enjoy the parade this morning?" Sam asked as she leaned up to retrieve them from an upper shelf. "You know, I've never actually been to that parade. I would have gone with you, but unfortunately, I had to sleep and then go for a run," she added.

"What was your favourite part?" She asked the younger girl, turning around to lean against the counter and sitting the covered brownies on top of the bag of drinks.

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Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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D E J A - B E N N I E
Location: Apartment 5B
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Deja's roommates entered the apartment right as Deja disappeared into her room. Instead of going to the bathroom to take a shower for dinner, Deja decided that a readjustment of the hair would do. Looking into her closet Deja decided on a pair of loose grey high waisted pants, a maroon shirt that read "Sassy since birth" in black letters, and comfy black flats.

With her handy turkey hat in hand, Deja went back into the common space. She threw the hat onto the couch before drawing too much attention. "You can use the oven," she piped in. "Everything is done. Just staying warm." Seeing Holly Deja made her way over to her and gave her a side hug and head kiss as she said "Hey, cutie. Hope the parade was fun." Usually Deja wasn't this happy about seeing Holly, but the holiday was getting her all warm and fuzzy inside. This was especially strange considering Deja was still completely sober.

Speaking of sober the tall blonde found her way to the fridge and grabbed two beers. One for herself and one for Theo. She opened both of the bottles while listening to the chatter in the room. Thanksgiving was always a good holiday for Deja. It was always hosted at her father's house with every relative she could think of, including her mother. Just enjoying the conversations around her reminded her of her time at home. She wasn't on great terms with her father at the moment, but she secretly wished she was at Bennie Thanksgiving dinner.

Deja handing the beer to Theo before she went over to the coach and plopped down into the cushions. She took a long sip before speaking again. "So, people should be getting here in an hour. Then the fun begins!" She looked around the apartment for a moment, wondering if there was something that she missed. It didn't look like it.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Theodore Henderson
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Location: Apartment 5B
Hex Code: #9E6D2B

As Theodore watched Deja walk away to go get ready, his phone chimed inside of his pants pocket and he took it out to see Jesse's name scroll across the screen. He had opened up the message and couldn't hold back his chuckle once he read the message. Theo couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for Jesse now as she started to type a reply towards his roommate.

To: Jesse
Sorry. Thought Rowan would've rolled with you. I can stop by, if you wish.


Theodore sent the message and bit his bottom lip, hoping that Jesse wouldn't really want him to stop by. Not that he didn't want to but it'd just bring up a bad memory between himself and Cara. His ears twitched whenever he heard approaching footsteps, wondering to himself how did Deja get ready so fast. He turned around briefly then heard the chipper voice of Holly. His gaze turned towards her and Makayla now as his eyes widened. "Ahh! Am I really?!" Theodore jokingly said towards Holly as she mentioned something about the oven. "Oh, uhm..." Was all he could get out as Holly rambled on and on about Thanksgiving, the Pilgrims and the Indians. He would've stopped her but that seemed like a bad idea, especially with Makayla standing right there beside her.

Not really knowing what to say once Holly was done, his eyes went towards Makayla who addressed him now and he nodded his head but that was it. His eyes went over towards Sam as she entered the kitchen now and a breath of relief came from Theo, himself. He shot Sam a wave of his hand then heard her ask Holly about the parade. He screamed a little then went over towards Holly and towered over her a little bit. "Oh, my gosh! You saw the parade live?! I am so envious of you two right now." Theodore wanted to go and see the parade live, too but couldn't really find someone to go with him, not that he really asked anyone to go either. But he sure would've went with Holly if he had known that she was going.

Soon, Deja entered back into the area where everyone else was situated now and then she handed him a beer before going over towards the couch. Theodore took a sip from the beverage and walked right behind Deja then sat down beside her. "So, what are we going to do for an hour?" Theodore muttered towards Deja as he pulled out his cell phone, just to wish a few people a happy Thanksgiving in case he wasn't going to see them for the day.

To: Jude :)
Happy Thanksgiving, dude!


To: Rowan :D
Dude, where are you? Deja is still wanting to know if you're coming over or not.


To: The Garcia Siblings
Happy Thanksgiving, you two!


Theodore sat his phone down on the couch beside him then took another sip from his beer, waiting for people to respond to his texts as he let out a sigh. "We could plan our next prank." Theodore mentioned towards Deja in a whisper, smiling a little bit.

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H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Location: Apartment 5E
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ADHD took a human form in Holly, and the way that each one of her train of thoughts ended abruptly and churned into an unrelated topic was simply part of her character by now. A lot of people found it to be at least mildly bothersome, and though she was so used to it now that she barely thought anything of it, there were definitely times when she recognized it and was frustrated by it as well. At times like this, when she didn't need to focus on anything, it was easier not to care, but there were other times, like in school, where she could be pushed to tears because she knew she needed to focus, and her teachers would constantly tell her that she needed to stay on task, but she just couldn't. No matter what she did, she couldn't keep her mind focused on anything. For a moment, she would be reading along to the text that her teacher was reading aloud, and the next minute her mind could only focus on the background noise of the clock ticking as each second passed by. A second later her eyes wandered towards the movement of a boy's tapping foot, a few desks up, and that would remind her of a television show she had watched the night before that involved tap dancing. It wasn't normal daydreaming, the way she became distracted. It was literally an inability to focus on anything, be it the boring school stuff, or those daydreams that most people used to escape. Her mind was always racing, and when it caught up to her, even she could acknowledge how tiring it was.

Most of the time, she talked just because she liked talking, though. So if people didn't respond or couldn't respond, because they had no idea what she was talking about, she barely noticed. She was used to it, even, and since talking for her was the easiest outlet to allow all of her thoughts to be relinquished from her crowded mind, a lot of the time she wasn't even speaking in search of a response from anyone. That was why she didn't think anything of Theo skipping over the bulk of what she said and just honing in on the fact that she had went to the parade. With an enthusiastically proud smile, she nodded. She would have said more, if not for Sam coming inside. She captured Holly's attention now, and the fact that Sam was actually engaging with her first gave Holly all the more reason to want to respond as energetically as possible. "My favorite part was when me and Makayla were watching the parade and stuff, and then a policeman walked past with a police dog. It was a dog who was smart enough to have a real job, and he knows how to find bombs and save the world, and the only reason that me and Makayla survived is because he probably found all of the bombs at the parade before they exploded, so you should definitely thank him if you see him ever, because if me and Makayla exploded, the only friend you would have left would be Deja. And I guess Theodore would be your friend too, but boys aren't as good of friends as girls are. Except Weston. He's my friend and he's a boy and he's a good friend, but if he was a girl, he would probably be a better friend, but either way, now you can say the most thankful thing you're thankful for on Thanksgiving is me and Makayla being your best friends in the world, and what are you hiding under there? But actually, I don't think you would have liked the parade police dog as much as me, because I know you like cats better than dogs, right? And I bet he would have hated you for that because it's not a very good choice, Sam." At the end of her whirlwind of a response, Holly was still pointing to the covered dish that Sam had set on top of a grocery bag, even though the inquiry about the brownies wasn't the last thing that came out of her mouth.

Deja came over then, another easy way for Holly's attention to stray. She smiled upon the girl's greeting, and wasn't bothered by the physical aspect of it either. Holly was usually the person in most relationships who was more touchy-feely than the other party was comfortable with. It wasn't ever in a weird or sexual sense, but she just struggled to get a grasp on what social boundaries were. If Sam wasn't wearing a hat, it was likely that Holly would have reached out to touch her ears to see if they were as cold as she was sure hers were when she had first gotten inside. She liked to touch people's hair, and hold hands, and hug people. It was all innocent for her, but understandably, strangers weren't all that fond of someone who they only knew as the person who was sitting next to them on the subway touching their shirt or bag just because Holly thought it was a pretty color. Deja maneuvered over towards the fridge, and then to the couch with Theo before Holly could formulate a proper response, but she did turn back to Sam after hearing the tallest roommate's words. "Why did she say the fun is going to begin in an hour, when me and you are already here and it's already fun?" she inquired, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

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Rowan had spent Thanksgiving morning on the phone to his little sister, who had been bubbling with excitement as she told him about all the plans her and their father had for today. Of course, he was sad that he couldn't spend Thanksgiving with them, but having moved so far away, Rowan really didn't have the money to just pop down whenever he wanted. Currently, the boy was trying to save up so that he could spend Christmas with his family, meaning that Thanksgiving would have to be spent alone. Or so he thought. That's until Deja sent him a text to see if he wants to come to hers for dinner. Happily, Rowan sends his friend a text back.

To: Deja
Heading over now, hope u got enough food for ur fave ;-)


At that moment, Rowan's phone beeps with an incoming text and he looks down to see both his roommates have messaged him. Biting his bottom lip, Rowan stands from his seat on the windowsill of his bedroom as he grabs a pair of black jeans from the ground and pulls them on, having still been in his pyjamas (which were actually just his underwear and an old t-shirt). Shooting off some replies, Rowan heads to the bathroom and glances at himself in the mirror.

To: Theo
Dw I'm coming, do u really miss me that much? I'm honoured.

To: Jesse
Sorry dude, Deja already invited me over to hers. See u later @ the apartment tho?


After sending those messages, Rowan swaps his t-shirt for the first clean one and grabs a flannel shirt to chuck over it as he hunts down his keys in the living-room, finding them with a satisfied smirk, Rowan plays with them as he exits the apartment, hair still vaguely messy from his lay-in and then long conversation with his sister in which Rowan didn't even leave his bedroom, let alone get dressed.

Heading one apartment up, Rowan knocks lightly on the door before letting himself in, Deja had left the door on latch so that guests could come in, Rowan assumed. Seeing an already small crowd of people having gathered, Rowan shoots a smile to everyone before walking over to where they all stood. Giving Sam's arm a squeeze and sending an extra warm smile to Holly who reminded him of his little sister so much, Rowan was glad he could spend Thanksgiving with his New York family, although there's no doubt he greatly missed his sister and father. "Happy Thanksgiving guys." Rowan begins, his accent still pretty thick for having lived in America half his life, but that was because his formative years were spent in the heart of Dublin. He found it weird that he used to never even celebrate this holiday - back in Ireland, of course, no one did. It was only when they moved to America and Rowan became close with his American side of the family that they really started to celebrate it. Despite not really holding much meaning for Rowan he still enjoyed that everyone could get together and be thankful for all that they have.

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Location: Apartment 5B
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Deja slumped into the couch further as she listened to Holly's confusion. God, that's a funny kid. A small snort escaped her lips as she lifted her bottle high above her head."Look, babe, you know I love you but-" her comment was interrupted by Rowan entering in the apartment. Deja jumped to her feet. "Rooooowwwaaaann!"She cooed excitedly. It wasn't unusual for Deja to greet her friends with such gusto, but she was especially excited about today and she was running off of her own energy. Soon the space between them was gone and Deja was giving Rowan a light hug and a kiss to each cheek. Her phone had been in her room all morning so she hadn't gotten his text about coming over. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said.

"You're a little early, but I don't mind. Come sit with us and have a beer." Deja said, sliding to fridge and grabbing another beer. Deja was the type of person that didn't really care if you didn't want a beer, she was going to open it for you anyway. If you really didn't want one then it would all be fine, she would just drink another one. While making her way back to the couch she handed Rowan the beer. "Come along then," she said in a comical (and terrible) Irish accent. With a plop she was sitting back down next to Theo, and scooted over so that Rowan could sit next to her if he wanted. The couch wasn't terribly big, but three people could sit semi-comfortably on it.

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"I hope I'm not late or anything," Thomas announced as he walked in the apartment carrying an armload of liquor. Just the essentials: vodka, fine wine, and bourbon. No one ever accused him of drinking lightly. He raised an eyebrow at Sam. He had seen her at the liquor store, but he hadn't managed to talk to her. At Holly's rambling, he laughed.

"Take a deep breath once in a while, Holly. I wake up at night worried you finally suffocated from speaking so much," he teased. Seeing his roommate, he smiled at her as he walked into the kitchen and set the liquor up on a out-of-the-way countertop before pouring himself a drink and returning with a slight smile.

"So, what are we thankful for?" he asked curiously.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner Character Portrait: Jade Brooks

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 5:30 PM


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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Being positive required some effort, but for the most part, Cara wasn't the Thanksgiving version of a Bridezilla. The food smelled good, and though she had only reheated them after being delivered from a couple of different upscale restaurants in the city, she decided that she had a right to take pride in the traditional holiday smell that filled the apartment. If the place had happened to smell like smoke and burned food, she would have easily blamed her brother, but since things were going well, she decided to hold onto the credit. Collin had pulled the turkey out of the oven about forty-five minutes ago, and Cara stood beside him at the counter as he carved into it. Surprisingly, she kept her mouth shut too. As each sliver fell off of the cooked bird, the voice inside her head was running rampant about how he was either cutting it unevenly thin or thick, and how he was completely incompetent, but the more rational side of Cara knew that in reality, he was doing just fine. There was no way that she would be able to do any better, at least. With Brooklyn, Jesse, Jude, herself, Collin, Makayla and Holly present, there would be just enough room at the table for the seven of them, if they pulled over one extra chair to add to the original six. It would be tight, yet doable. However, given that she wasn't particularly close with Jude, did not want to have to sit across from Brooklyn, and understood that the entire table would probably have a headache if they were forced to sit with Holly all night, Cara decided that sitting at the table would be optional. There were two extra seats at the kitchen island, plus the couch and chair in the living room that people could sit at. Casual wasn't usually Cara's idea of a good party, but she didn't think she had anyone to impress here. No, she knew that she had no one to impress here. The only reason why she was having Thanksgiving was to prove a point to her father. If it had only been her and Collin here, she would have been just as content as having the other four included too.

Halfway through Collin's carving, Cara realized that the turkey she ordered was probably over sized given the amount of people here. She stopped Collin then, and took the plate containing the pieces he had already cut and set it down on the table, where the numerous other side dishes were laid out. Though she was hungry now, especially with the smell of so many foods flooding her senses for the past hour, she wasn't going to make a plate immediately. That wouldn't have been the proper thing to do as a hostess, she decided. Besides, refilling her glass of wine was more important than food, so as she made her way over to the counter where she had laid out various alcoholic and non-alcoholic drink choices, she called out, "The food is ready. You guys can make a plate and eat wherever, if you're hungry," as nonchalantly as possible. She liked playing hostess, and preparing a party was enjoyable to her, but again, the crowd that she was serving didn't make her feel like she had to bring her A-game. Their opinion of her Thanksgiving wouldn't matter that much to her, partially because she didn't care, but also because there was still that part of her that knew that they were below her. No Thanksgiving that they had ever experienced could compare to the ones that she had, back at home, she thought. Their rinky-dink get togethers with their tacky aunts and uncles were laughable in comparison to the posh celebrations her family hosted. In Cara's world, it was the image that mattered, and that's why hers were superior. She had never really experienced a family party or family bond in itself, where the emotions and memories were more important than how expensive the wine was, or how A-list the guests were, so she didn't understand that there were some people who only cared about having a good time at parties, no matter what else happened.

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Olivielle poured Jude two fingers of whiskey on ice and herself a mixed drink of orange juice and vodka. She perched gently on the edge of the couch and sipped her drink. They spoke for several minutes, Liv simply enjoying the conversation. When they said their goodbye's she couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought of their meeting later that evening.

"I'll see you tonight....ah...text me and let me know when you want to meet up" She said as he was leaving.

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Olivielle dropped off the first pie she made to Cara's apartment with a quick 'Happy Thanksgiving' and a wave good bye. She was excited to see her friend Deja and wanted to soak up all the good times she could, while hanging out with her friends. She knocked on the door but didn't wait for a reply to enter.

"Dejaaaaa, I'm home you foxy lady" Liv called as she entered the apartment. She brought the pie she made and went straight to the kitchen to see if anyone needed help....not that she doubted Deja's abilities what so ever.

"Am I early?" she asked

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon

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People could hate on Cara Forrester for a lot of reasons. She was superficial and materialistic and toted a holier than thou attitude. It wasn't one that Makayla had ever personally had to deal with, because Cara was nothing short of pleasant with her, always, but Makayla could understand why some people weren't the blonde's number one fan. With that said, though, Makayla was the first person who would vouch for Cara also being the most generous person she knew. For a while, she had debated whether what Cara was really counted as being generous. It was one thing to give when you had lots to give, but different when you were giving the little that you had, and it was only the first scenario that applied to Cara. Regardless, though, Makayla couldn't complain. Cara watched Holly for free multiple times a week, which allowed Makayla to work without worrying about Holly burning the apartment building down while she was gone. While watching her, it was typical for Cara to take Holly out to dinner, or buy her a new pair of shoes, or take her to see the movie that she had been begging Makayla to take her to see for weeks. Sometimes Makayla felt like Cara overstepped boundaries by giving Holly so much when she, herself, couldn't give her any of that, but again, it was a situation that Makayla knew she couldn't rightfully complain about. The pros outweighed the cons and if Cara being incredibly good to Holly meant that Makayla had to suppress her pride, then that was what she was going to do.

Tonight was a perfect example of how Makayla didn't think that Cara was all that bad of a person. She was hosting Thanksgiving dinner on her own dollar, and had invited Holly and her without the invitation seeming forced or out of guilt. That was something that Makayla paid attention to frequently in her interactions with others, so it said something that she actually felt comfortable showing up to Cara's without feeling like a burden. There wasn't too much time between when they arrived and when Cara announced that the food was ready, but Makayla was still relieved when she did. She was beyond hungry at that point, having only eaten something for breakfast earlier on. After spending money that she knew she couldn't afford to spend at the grocery store today, Makayla had opted to skip having a late lunch when they got home, because eating any of that food would make her feel like she was eating literal dollar bills. The end of the month was always the trickiest time for her financially, so Makayla was just relieved that right now, she could eat as much as she wanted without having to worry about it. "Oh my God, everything looks amazing," Makayla gushed as she headed into the kitchen, from where she was sitting in the living room with Holly. She had told Holly to come in as well, but she wasn't going to press the issue. A television was the one thing that could keep Holly in one place with her mouth shut, and if it the trade off to that was Makayla having to make herself and Holly a plate on her own, she was completely fine with that. "Thanks again for having us over, Cara. She probably told you this, but she's never actually done a real Thanksgiving dinner for her before, so this is a big deal," she said with a small laugh, as she stood beside the blonde for long enough to refill her own glass of wine. When she could get her hands on good wine like this, without it coming out of her pocket, wine was her go-to drink over liquor or beer.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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Collin had a lot of patience in him, and that was the only reason for why he made it through the afternoon, dealing with Cara's constant over-his-shoulder presence. On good days, she was simply annoying, but on days like today, she was closer to being unbearable. Did she not realize that he was only here to do her a favor? He easily could have been sitting in the dining room of their father's home right now, as the house staff literally carried their food to them on silver platters. Yet, here he was, slaving away over a Thanksgiving meal that she was going to take credit for (and criticize him for, in the process). He didn't even want credit, because it wasn't like either of them had actually done anything with these dishes other than cook or reheat them. All of the hard work had been done at the restaurants that had sent them here, so it wasn't even that Collin wanted to be praised for work he didn't do. All he wanted, was for his sister to get off his back and start thanking him instead. This was Cara though, and Collin was the smart one in the family, so yeah, he was well aware that that was never going to happen. If he had nothing else to be happy about tonight, at least right now, Collin was just happy that all of the food was on the table, and he could finally try to relax. Makayla and Holly were always pleasant, and Jude was always good company too, so he figured that the night didn't have to be a complete train wreck. Worst case scenario, he decided, he could sneak back to his room after dinner and just finish the art history paper he had been trying to complete all morning.

He had forgotten entirely of Weston's promise to stop over, until there was a knock at the door. Collin already had a plate in his hand at that point, but hadn't put anything on it, and given that he was the closest person to the door as he rounded the corner of the island, he figured he should open it. He was glad he did too, given that he hadn't seen the text Wes sent him. "Hey, Holly! Look who finally showed up!" was the first thing that came out of Collin's mouth after opening the door. He turned back to Weston with a smirk, though it was a good-natured one. He was sure that Wes was going to give him some bullshit excuse for why he couldn't stay, and though Collin doubted that he would be able to talk him out of abandoning him so quickly, Holly might be able to. Even if she couldn't change his mind, the way that she could run her mouth could leave Wes stranded here for twenty extra minutes, depending on how many times Collin suggested she tell Wes more about the dog she had mentioned seeing at the parade, or about what she was thankful for today. Exploiting the girl's good nature was probably mean, but Collin couldn't help himself from getting a laugh out of it at Weston's expense. In his defense, it was usually him who had to listen to all of Holly's stories when Cara brought her over here, so allowing Wes to feel some of his pain (in terms of this Thanksgiving gathering and that) seemed only fair. "Sorry man, but not even one of Tony's pies is enough to get you out off your friendship obligation with me to at least see what I've got to put up with for the night, so step on in," he said, stepping aside to welcome Wes into the apartment.

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Location: Apartment 5E
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The game that was currently on was the Redskins vs. the Cowboys, and to put it lightly, Jesse was getting into it. He wasn't a fan of either team, with the NY Giants holding a special place in his heart, but the dedication to his team led him to dislike the Cowboys, who had become a rival team in recent years, and because of that, he wanted the Redskins to win. The Cowboys were 9-1 up until now, though, so Jesse wasn't betting on a loss on their part, even if he was hoping for one. By the time that Cara called out that the food was ready, the Redskins already appeared to be on their way to getting their asses handed to them, so Jesse was ready to flip the television off. He was surprised, however, to hear Makayla call out towards him, and yet not to him. As he cocked his head to the side, he noticed that Holly was still sitting on the couch with him, with only a cushion separating them. Could it be though, that she had been there since she sat down about twenty minutes ago... and he didn't hear a word come out of her mouth since then? The confusion was evident on his face as he looked at the younger girl, who's zombie like stare only faltered when the screen went black. "Didn't know football was your thing, Little Red," he commented, raising his eyebrows in genuine surprise as he got to his feet.

"It's not. Cara said that they're doing a rerun of the dog show that I missed watching earlier because I was out at the parade and stuff, but Makayla said I wasn't allowed to tell you to turn your football game off, so I was waiting for you to finish. Why are they called Redskins?"

He guessed he had something to thank Makayla for after that, because he was sure that if Holly had made a big deal about watching the program she wanted, Cara would've come over and made him change it, even if Makayla insisted he didn't have to. Maybe I'll toss her an extra twenty the next time she wants some of this dick, he thought, readjusting his decision to thank her in a more appropriate manner. Holly wouldn't be Holly if the things she said and questions she asked were normal ones. She was like a child in a lot of regards, but especially in how innocently blunt she was with the things she said. She called things as she saw them. "That's a good question. You should ask Brooklyn if you can use her laptop so you can look it up, and then tell me why they're called that after you figure it out," he suggested. It was the easiest response for him because for one, he knew he would get a laugh out of seeing Holly pester Brooklyn, and two, he didn't feel like trying to explain that the term "Redskin" was actually seen as an offensive and derogatory word for Native Americans. He left it at that with the girl for now, though, in favor of following his nose to where all of the food was lined up in the kitchen. Tossing the two empty bottles of beer that he had downed in the last few minutes into the waste bin first, he then grabbed a plate, just as Collin went to answer the door. "Since I'm sure Demarco is about to friend zone it up wherever Brooklyn's sitting," Jesse said, purposely speaking loudly enough for them all to hear, "I think I'll sit next to our beautiful hostess tonight." He announced it as if it were legendary news, but surprisingly, his attention was all on the food in front of him. By the time he had passed by every dish, his plate felt like it weighed twenty pounds and there wasn't room for anything else, even if he wanted more.

Although Holly had heard Makayla and Cara both say that it was time to eat, she remained seated on the couch, even after Jesse left. Now that the remote was in her hands, she was able to navigate through the channels until she found the National Dog Show rerun, from when it had originally aired earlier this afternoon. Food was important, and Holly was excited to have a real Thanksgiving turkey for the first time ever, but dogs came before everything. It was a random obsession for Holly to have, and when exactly it developed, she would never be able to pinpoint. When she had first moved in with Makayla's family, one of Makayla's father's friends always had a Pitbull that he would bring over. It wasn't a nice dog at all, and Holly knew after receiving a few growls or snaps at that it wasn't a dog to be played with, so it wasn't like she loved the animals forever. In fact, she was probably actually scared of them at that point. Somehow, though, the fear eventually disappeared and dogs became her "thing". She loved seeing them while she was walking on the streets, and maybe it was because she wasn't allowed to have one that she wanted one even more, but whatever it was, they were her current fixation. An entire program dedicated to finding the best dog in the world was something that seemed like it was made just for her, and she barely even stirred, initially, when Collin called out to her. It was only simple luck that allowed a commercial break to come right after his words, and that allowed Holly enough of a distraction to stand up to see who the blonde was talking about. Her face lit up at the sight of Weston, and she hurried towards the door. "Happy Thanksgiving, Westy boy!" she said energetically. "You made it just in time for dinner and the dog show. We've been waiting for you!" she said, grasping his forearm in excitement, before noticing what was in his hands. "Cara! Wes brought us a pie and he said that Tony's on her way over with macaroni and cheese and gummy bears!" she exclaimed, though she laughed aloud following this, as if it were her own little joke.

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As much as she told herself she was fine, Brooklyn definitely felt out of place spending a holiday this way. She hadn't spent a holiday with her family in so long, that she no longer really felt like that was how holidays were for her. It had been far too long since she and her parents and Kate had traveled to Connecticut to their grandparents house for Thanksgiving, where all of their cousins would gather. She remembered how much she enjoyed playing games with her cousins, who were all close in age with her, and how Kate loved to tag along and act like one of the "big kids". She could remember how nice their grandparents house would smell once the food started coming out of the oven, and how many times the adults chided them for being too loud at the kids table, and yeah, she missed it a bit, but it felt too foreign for her to get sentimental over, if she didn't think about it for too long. What had become her way of celebrating Thanksgiving for the past few years, was celebrating it with Nick. Jude would be included sometimes, too, but for the most part, for her, Thanksgiving meant sleeping all day, usually a fair amount of sex, and then going to get pizza or ordering in take out, and finally, seeing a movie in the theaters. Nick always told Brooklyn that she was demanding and materialistic, but her idea of a perfect holiday was that, and overall, it was pretty simple. Simple, and yet all she needed, and now that she was experiencing her first year without that, she was beginning to realize more and more that that was all she needed and wanted. She just didn't want that with someone who would cheat on her, even if he claimed that it wasn't technically cheating, since they had been broken up at the time. Technicalities didn't count in her mind though, because with their tumultuous relationship, they were breaking up almost once a week, and then getting back together the next day after some makeup sex. She knew that their separations weren't real, and so did he, so it was just as much cheating as it would have been on any other day, in her mind.

After leaving Tony's, Brooklyn had still been in the mindset that she could keep her spirits up, simply out of the desire to be vengeful. She didn't have to have energy to be positive and happy, but she could use it to look forward to getting back at Cara. As the hours passed, though, the realization that she wasn't going to be happy even if Cara was unhappy too, began to set in. Her relationship with Nick wouldn't suddenly be mended if she wronged "the other woman". That didn't mean that she wasn't still set on getting back at Cara, because even upset, Brooklyn still was Brooklyn. She just felt a lot more uneasy as the day began to remind her of what she had lost, that was all.

She had been in and out of her room over the past thirty minutes, but upon hearing Cara say that the food was ready, she figured it was time to go out. She didn't want to leave Jude stranded with the rest of these people, if nothing else. Though she could already tell that the food was going to be amazing, simply from the smell, she initially passed by it and headed towards the drinks. Cara and Makayla stood there, but that didn't deter her. When Brooklyn wanted liquor, nothing could stand in her way. While the other two girls seemed to be sticking to wine, Brooklyn opted to pour herself a Jack and Coke. With the way she was feeling, she was surprised at herself for not already being ten glasses in.

She would have started off the evening with some underhanded comment directed towards Cara, but the knock on the door caught her attention, and she watched Collin answer it. He's not ugly, she told herself, as she tried to imagine him with his clothes off. He truthfully wasn't ugly, either. If anything, he was actually quite attractive, but Brooklyn doubted she could shake that "younger brother" vibe he gave off, for long enough to actually see him as an equal. She watched as he pulled a move that she found to be very respectable, by essentially forcing Weston to stay longer than he likely intended, by goading Holly over. "Westy boy," Brooklyn repeated, approaching the trio and seemingly mulling over the nickname for a moment, before nudging Holly lightly as she passed by. "I like it," she decided, in approval of the moniker. Brooklyn and Weston weren't even really that close, where she could tease him that naturally, like she could his sister, but to Brooklyn, the depth of a relationship didn't really matter. She just liked to fuck with everyone, when she saw an opportunity. "It's funny you mention mac and cheese and gummy bears, Holl. Tony told me the same thing, that she was planning on bringing those over, when I spoke to her earlier. Someone needs to remind that girl that it isn't polite to be this late to a party." She had caught Jesse's obnoxious comment about how he would have sat next to her, if he didn't expect Jude to "friendzone" and take that seat, and though it had elicited an eye roll from her, she hadn't responded to it directly yet. Jesse was attractive, yes, but he was incredibly obnoxious, and persistent to the point of being pesky. "Yes, Jude, my love, please come friendzone it up. I need some intelligent conversation with my turkey, tonight," she said, placing her drink down for a moment, so she had two free hands to make a plate of food. Before she started browsing the food selection, however, she had to text Tony back.

To: Tony
Uneventful so far. And yours? Big sister let little brother abandon ship this early? I'm shocked! Also, Wes said you're dropping off macaroni and cheese and candy in a few minutes? Look at you with all these surprises up your sleeve, wifey!

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Jude had been avoided direct contact with everyone. He wasn't particularly pleased the majority of his company. Namely Jesse, who was honestly just the worst in Jude's opinion. Then there was Holly, who could be funny at times but she was too excited to even say something remotely interesting. And of course, the queen of it all, Cara. She had managed to remain calm through the rest of the "cooking" process, which Jude marked as an achievement, but now he was dreading the rest of the evening sitting at the same table as her.

He mostly spent the awkward time before everyone was silently stuffing their faces with very slowly and intentionally serving himself a drink. Weston came to door but Jude ignored it, he stood by the drinks and slowly sipped his bourbon. His green eyes scanned over the room, catching some with distain and others with appreciation. As he was actively ignoring the commotion around him, Jude drifted off into his own thoughts. He thought about later tonight with Olivelle and began to daydream of all the scenes that could play out. Jude wasn't stupid by any means, but he wasn't exactly the smooth talking guy that got all the girls. Honestly, he was just glad that she had agreed to come with him.

When Jude heard Brooklyn speak he snapped out of it. That was his cue. "Gladly," he said as he made his way to the chair next to her. "Anything for you, darling." Jude cooed while he put his arm around the back of Brooklyn's chair. Jude smirked at Jesse as he took another swig of his bourbon. Finding no interest in verbally communicating with Jesse, Jude looked at the vast array of food. At least Cara hadn't taken it upon herself to cook because the only redeeming qualities about this dinner was going to be the food and the booze.

The brunette settled into his chair and watched his peers gather their food first. He often liked wait to serve himself last. There was always plenty to go around and he absolutely wanted to avoid any awkward arm bumps, snatching a serving right before someone else, or the dreadful grabbing of the same spoon. So there he sat, feeling a slight victory over his jab at Jesse, and waited.

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"You really don't have to thank me!" Cara insisted, waving her hand, that wasn't holding her glass, nonchalantly. "I'd rather you and Holly be here, over Collin and I just eating alone," she then continued with a smile. She refrained from bringing up how Holly and Makayla would also be a good distraction for her, considering that Brooklyn and Jude's company was unwanted. She had extended the dinner invitation to the two of them simply out of politeness. They paid rent to live in the apartment, and so, if she was holding a get together, albeit a small one, sending an invitation their way seemed obligatory. She honestly had imagined that Brooklyn, at least, would have turned down the invitation, for obvious reasons related to their falling out. It didn't make sense that the girl that hated her so much would want to break bread with her at the same table, but then again, Cara supposed that this could be something like Jesus' last supper. Maybe Brooklyn was plotting to betray and kill her tomorrow, or something, she envisioned, as if she could somehow be compared to Jesus. She and Jude weren't immeasurably close either, but Cara minded his presence less than she did Brooklyn. He remained quiet, for the most part, and when they did talk, like earlier this afternoon, he was friendly enough. She understood that it was probably simply out of feeling forced to be kind or polite, but the motives behind it didn't matter, because she could be fake too. Jesse was here too, and his comment that alluded to how badly he wanted to get into Brooklyn's pants made Cara crack a smile, if only because it was a nice signal that there was someone here who was on her side. Jesse wasn't on her side in terms of being anti-Brooklyn, per se, but he was a real friend of hers. Cara trusted Jesse and she knew that he was here because their friendship was real. He, along with Makayla and Holly, and herself and Collin, would have made a fine Thanksgiving dinner, she decided. She didn't need or want Brooklyn or Jude here, but it was what it was, and as long as Cara had her wine, she decided that she could get through anything that this night threw her way.

As she took a step away from Makayla and towards the food, her gaze was averted towards the door, where Collin stood now with Weston Garcia and Holly. Holly called out to her about how Wes had come over to deliver a pie, and how his sister was planning on stopping by with macaroni and cheese and candy, and that comment seemed to elicit Brooklyn's presence, because the blonde chimed in that she heard that Antonia was planning on coming over as well. Initially, it took a lot of self-restraint for Cara to not shoot a glare in her brother's direction. She hadn't invited Tony over, but she wouldn't have doubted that Collin did. Weston was one thing - Cara actually thought he was a nice kid, from the little that she knew of him. His sister though... she just seemed like a bitch. No, Cara didn't know her personally, but she didn't have to. The girl just gave off unwelcoming vibes, she reasoned, and that was enough for her to decide that she didn't want to be friends with her. It wasn't like she cared enough to hate Tony, and it didn't even bother her that Collin seemed to enjoy hanging out at her bar from time to time, but she felt like it was a different story to welcome her into their home, unexpectedly, on Thanksgiving of all days. Though Holly's laugh might have been a signal that she didn't need to take the comment very seriously, Cara had no reason to believe that the younger girl was lying. It wasn't like she wasn't smiling or laughing 99% of the time that she was awake. "You don't want to eat mac and cheese on Thanksgiving, Holl!" Cara opted to respond with, as she placed a hand on the girl's back to usher her away from the door. "Remember how you told me you were so excited to try real Thanksgiving food? Today's the day you get to try it and see for yourself if you like it."

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"No biggie, babe. Some people," Tony went back to pointely staring at Ricky after brushing off Sam's refusal to do the prayer, "can make themselves useful and do it. Might as well repent for their sinful ways." Ricky flipped her the bird again, but considering the light glare his Dad tossed him, Tony was well aware that he was on the way to conceding defeat on this matter. So, Tony only offered a bright grin of triumph and turned back to Sam. "I always want, love." When the other woman went to start making her own drink, Tony turned back to her family just as Miguel had gotten on his feet and nudged Ricky to get on with the prayer. Unless it was a big group, like when the family normally got together, prayer wasn't a huge deal. During the holidays, and big family meals, Tony had to endure long prayers that were honestly filled with more shade and judgement than she was pretty sure the lord needed to hear, and it always had her ready to reach across the table for a dinner roll despite knowing that one of her aunts was watching like a hawk. Luckily, during a low-key dinner like the one she had been planning, all that was needed was a few quick words of thanks and appreciation - spoken with warmth, sure, for the sake of not sounding too much like the heathens they all were - and it was time to eat.

Which was why Ricky didn't take too long nor was Sam needed to be still for the entirety of his prayer. Tony repeated a quiet "Amen" upon the end of his very brisk prayer and exclaimed, "Have at it. That's all any of y'all are good for anyway." Ducking a thrown pillow from one of her cousins, Tony felt her phone vibrate again. For a split second, she thought it would be Wes, informing her that he was hanging with Collin for a few, which was something she had expected. Instead, it was a text from Brooklyn that made her furrow her brows in confusion for a moment before rolling her eyes, responding, and putting her phone back into her pocket in favor of going back to the front door and opening it to see Dane waiting. "Well, hello stranger," she said somewhat breathlessly, playfully, leaning against the door frame, a teasing smirk forming. She made a point of raking her eyes from Dane's shoes up to his eyes, though they both knew how much she flirted with him and didn't always mean it. "Fancy seeing you here."

To: Brooke
Love you, but not enough to bring your other blonde bestie my magnanimous presence. Got food and fam to entertain me with



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Did Wes have every intention of at least staying for a few minutes and doing some Thanksgiving greetings? Definitely. Holly had talked nonstop days before about spending Thanksgiving with Cara, so Wes knew for a fact that he wouldn't be forgiven easily if he didn't at least try to sit with them for a bit. Sure, his and Collin's sisters did not get along, but that had nothing to do with either of them, so he and the blonde male were cool. Good friends, even. That didn't stop Wes from giving Collin a half-hearted glare that he hurried to cover up the second Holly bounded over into his space. "Happy Thanksgiving, Holly," he deadpanned, not even bothering for a moment to correct her on that inclusion of Tony's presence along with two of her favorite foods. Especially considering Brooklyn seeming to agree with the nickname Wes was pretty sure he had never heard from the redhead, which made him blush a lot harder than he wanted to admit. Luckily, Cara had come over to usher Holly away and Wes could officially glare at Collin. "You're a real piece of work, Forrester," he mildly threatened and walked further into the apartment, shoving the dessert (albeit carefully, since Tony would have his head if he managed to destroy her "masterpiece" before a knife could) into Collin's hands as he did so.

Wes' eyes fell on those in attendance and he smiled, shoving his hands into the pockets a touch nervously, but made sure to exude friendliness. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," he exclaimed. The only people in the room Wes had much of a relationship was with Holly, Collin, and perhaps Brooklyn. He liked the latter, not a lot considering she was more of Tony's friend and he was probably just Tony's little brother, but she wasn't as mean to him as others might have said. Or had to experience - they didn't talk much. Jesse, again, was Tony's friend and he was frequently at the apartment. The guy wasn't bad, that much Wes had surmised, though he could probably do without the two of them fooling around on some of the late nights considering the walls were thinner than at their childhood home. He and Jude rarely interacted, Makayla was nice when Wes did manage to get more than a few words out of her, and Cara...that was another story altogether. She had never been rude to him, that much was certain. But there was no denying how uncomfortable he sometimes felt knowing what Tony disliked about her and well, sensing it for himself. He understood and empathized a bit better than Tony; if there was a snootiness about Cara, it had been a part of her culture. She couldn't just turn it off at will. At the same time, every now and then, she just didn't make him feel as welcome, though unwittingly on her part, he reasoned. More importantly, though, Wes just didn't know how he was supposed to act in this setting. He had known this apartment had tension for awhile and no one wanted to be in the middle of it, even if everyone seemed like they were going to behave for the holiday. "Tones is entertaining some family right now, but she sent me and the pie to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I don't mean to intrude for too long."

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It didn't take long for Brooklyn to help herself to a fair share of food. It had been a while since she had had a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, but unlike Holly, she knew what Thanksgiving entailed, and it didn't take long for her to find the majority of foods she used to eat, back when she spent Thanksgiving with her family, on Cara's table. There was turkey and hot mashed potatoes, stuffing, vegetable sides, casseroles, warm rolls, and an assortment of other dishes. Though she usually actually enjoyed salad, today was one day where Brooklyn didn't think she would have room left over in her stomach for the leafy greens. As she took a seat next to Jude, she watched Cara usher Holly away from the boys at the door. Brooklyn could have let it be, and just settled in to eat her food, but that wouldn't be very Brooklyn-like. She paused for a second though, only to read Tony's text message, and to respond.

To: Tony
Whatever. Just know I rolled my eyes at you trying to sound like you just graduated Oxford. Not all of us have the dictionary to consult 24/7. Cool it with the vocab.

When her phone was back on the table, she could have opted to start stuffing her mouth with food like her stomach was telling her to do, or she could have even elbowed Jude and told him to put his drink down for just a second to go get food, but instead, she looked across the kitchen to where Holly and Cara stood. "Cara's right, Holly," she chimed in. "Turkey is the best part of Thanksgiving. I heard she prepared this one all by herself. Didn't you, Caraline? She went out to the woods or wherever the fuck turkeys come from, shot this one, and brought it back here for you to eat." It wasn't morally right to instigate, but it was undeniably amusing to her. She poked her fork into a piece of the meat, and only after stirring it around in the shallow puddle of gravy that had formed next to it, did she raise it into the air. "Do you like your turkey with blood in it still, though, Holly? It looks like Cara forgot to drain it all."

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Holly was so energetic, that a lot of the time, by the time that Makayla noticed that she was doing something that was less welcome than the redhead thought it to be, it was already done and over with, and she had moved on to the next thing. That was the case with her interactions with Weston, it seemed. Makayla liked the younger Garcia, she really did. He seemed to be as genuinely nice to Holly as a kid their age could be. She wanted to give her sister the best and most normal life possible, and though she knew that Weston was probably somewhat only nice to Holly out of pity, she appreciated that he could at least pretend to be a normal friend to her, so much so that Holly was convinced that he was. Nevertheless, it still made Makayla feel uncomfortable when she felt like Holly was infringing on other people's space. It didn't matter that Collin had been the one to call Holly over to the doorway, or that Weston and Collin both seemed fairly unperturbed by her sister. It was just a thing that Makayla had, where she couldn't stand the idea of her or Holly overstepping their boundaries with people. Really, it was at a point where she was nearly paranoid by it. Whenever anyone wanted to do anything kind for them, it was instinctive for Makayla to assume that it was being done out of pity - that the person didn't actually care for them, but found them to be so pathetic that helping them out would count as their good deed of the week. It didn't mean that she didn't appreciate people's kindness, but it often left her feeling uncomfortable, because she hated owing people things, and yet, at the same time, she couldn't repay people. It was easier to not accept anything, to stay out of people's way, and to do what needed to be done on your own. Of course, that was easier said than done with Holly as a sister, considering that while Makayla was confident that she could live a hermit-lifestyle at this point, her sister was the exact opposite.

Cara was ushering Holly away from the door by the time that Makayla said the half-made plate down on the counter to reach them. "Sorry about that," she said, almost instinctively to Cara, even though she wasn't quite sure what she was even apologizing for. For Holly being too loud? Too friendly? Interfering with whatever Collin and Weston were doing? Somehow, an apology always seemed due, just in case. "What do you want to ea--" she had begun to ask Holly what she wanted on her plate, when Brooklyn spoke out, and it wasn't the first time that the blonde's words left Makayla biting her tongue. Makayla knew how Brooklyn worked, in a sense. The blonde liked needling people and getting a rise out of them. She liked stirring the pot and causing trouble. Apparently, it was entertaining. Why, she chose to sometimes be nice, and other times, take on this personality, Makayla didn't think she would ever understand, but she was never amused by this side of Brooklyn. Not only was it unnecessary stress for Makayla to deal with, but it bothered her when people belittled Holly for the sheer purpose of amusement. Her obliviousness was innocent, and in reality, it was sad. Lying and tricking her into believing things or riling her up, for the sole purpose of causing problems was messed up, and what made it more infuriating, was that Makayla was sure that Brooklyn knew with. She wasn't stupid, Makayla knew that.

Though Makayla often came off as being passive and quiet, she, too, had another side. She was raised in the South Bronx, and though she hated that the idea of one's home turf represented who they were as a person, she knew that her upbringing had made her tougher than she let on. Even if it wasn't the fact that she was raised in a very low-income area, where the schools were underfunded, the kids didn't give a fuck, and fights broke out in class every day, it wasn't like she had a great home life. Her father was a violent criminal who didn't care about anyone other than himself. If Makayla didn't know how to fend for herself, she wouldn't have made it out of there, and though she rarely alluded to it, there was a small part of Makayla that wanted to claw Brooklyn's eyes out whenever she made a commotion like this. It was disrespectful, that was the bottom line, and yet, Makayla knew she had too much to lose if she were to go and do that, so like always, she bit back her pride and ignored the blonde. "It's not blood, she's joking," she said, trying to brush over the topic as quickly as possible so as not to allow Holly to engage in it, but also to avoid offending Cara. "And it looks like it tastes really good. So, you want turkey, and what else? I don't want to put anything on this plate that you're not gonna eat."

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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"That's so nice of her," Cara smiled, when Weston explained why he was here. She looked towards her brother, who now had a pie in his hands, before looking back towards the Garcia boy. "Tell her she didn't have to do that, but we appreciate it." Did she like Weston's sister? No. However, that didn't mean that she was going to reject a gift from her. She wasn't going to eat it, because she didn't trust the food that came out of that girl's kitchen, but she was still going to be polite, because that was what hostesses did. It wasn't even being fake, in Cara's mind. It was just fulfilling the role of what she was tonight, and after offering Weston a grateful smile, she turned away, to find Makayla by her side and apologizing for something. She didn't have time to respond and brush it off, before Brooklyn opened her big mouth, though. This was the only reason why Brooklyn intimidated Cara, sometimes. This - this tendency she had to go from acting completely normal and civil, which in their books, basically meant just not speaking for a few days straight, to being catty, in the blink of an eye and for no good reason. It was alarming, because it showed how unpredictable the other blonde was, and understandably, Cara didn't like not knowing what to expect from someone that she knew she had wronged. She attributed it to Brooklyn being mentally unstable, crazy, even, and though that was a dramatic stretch, the way that Brooklyn acted still was unusual and very unique to her, because it seemed like she acted this way, even towards her friends. Some days she was nice and normal, and other days, she was rash and insensitive towards their feelings. Even though Cara knew that Brooklyn was trying to actually antagonize her and not Holly, the fact that she would use Holly as a tool for that only aided in Cara's ability to think lowly of the other girl. She was glad that Makayla stepped in to kindly correct Brooklyn's claim that the gravy on the turkey that Brooklyn had was blood, and with a curt, and very clearly fake, smile, Cara said, "No one's forcing you to eat it. I'm sure the McDonald's down the block is open if real food isn't really your style." Brooklyn would be doing the both of them a favor if she left, and so not to allow herself to get even more worked up, she turned away from the instigator and neared where the food was lined up. She paused, however, to text Sam back.

To: Sam
I'm not sure if you're talking about Brooklyn or Collin, but the answer is yes to whichever

Cara knew that Sam was referring to her, but she wouldn't even acknowledged that. It didn't bother her coming from Sam, because Cara was capable of accepting some forms of criticism from her friends, but in general, she disliked the idea that people had of her, being a diva and a drama queen. She didn't like that people assumed that she was a bitch, or condescending, or uppity, just because she had more money than them. A lot of people thought these things of her after having conversations and interactions with her, and that was one thing, but there were others who didn't know her and still thought it of her. She was okay with accepting the image from people who she had interacted with, but she didn't like the idea of having a reputation with people she didn't even know. It was hypocritical, probably, because it wasn't like Cara didn't judge those people herself, too, but it was always easier to see one side of the story when it benefited her.

She decided that now that at least Makayla and Holly, and Brooklyn and Jesse were getting food, that it was appropriate for her to do so as well. Her brother was still lingering by the door with Weston, and Jude was sitting next to Brooklyn without a plate, but she wasn't worried about the two of them helping themselves. Although there was a lot to choose from, Cara opted for a small plate of salad, and a helping of turkey as her meal. It was possible that she would go back for seconds later on, but she was never the type to overeat. It wasn't because she was really obsessed with dieting or anything - she just was never a big eater, even on days like today, that revolved around food. Once she was satisfied with what was on her plate, she sat down at the table, ensuring that there was a seat across from her open for Jesse.

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Had Holly not been fascinated with Weston enough to rival her love for Cara and Brooklyn, she would have honed in on what Brooklyn was saying about Cara's Thanksgiving dinner. The comment about the blood, and Cara shooting the turkey herself most definitely would have been enough to have Holly insisting that they go across the hall to demand Tony share some of the macaroni and cheese that she had decided (with no factual basis behind it) that the Garcias were feasting on. However, her mind was lingering on the new arrival, and more specifically, the last part of what had come out of his mouth. As she stood beside Makayla, it was as if she hadn't heard a single word that Brooklyn had said, or that Makayla had said about what she wanted to eat. It was only one more example of how difficult it was for the girl to focus. Sometimes her mind lingered on unimportant things for unnecessary sums of time, while other times, she couldn't remain focused on anything at all for longer than three seconds. "I didn't know that Tony had family besides Westy," she pondered aloud, her tone suggesting serious confusion, as if not knowing something about the Garcias was absolutely life-changing. Westy was a new nickname, and the charm of it likely wasn't going to wear off anytime soon, now that it was stuck in Holly's head. "Do you think she has a grandma? Remember how I always wanted a grandma who knew how to make sweaters out of yarn, and who lived in a little cottage that always smelled like chocolate chip cookies? Remember how I told you about that, that time? Do you think Westy's grandma is like that? And she's probably so short because she's so old and she has glasses and wrinkly skin and a purse with tissues and candy in it."

And just like that, before she would even allow Makayla a moment to respond, she had sprung from her sister's side and was headed back towards the door, where Collin and Weston stood. "Can I meet your grandma, Wes?" she inquired. Had she not already asked Cara enough questions over the course of friendship, she would have asked Collin why his grandmother was not here as well, but she already knew that the woman lived in Florida... which Holly automatically assumed meant that she lived right around the corner from Disney World, which was one more reason for why she liked to insist that she and Cara go visit the woman some time soon. She had never been to Disney World, or any amusement park for that matter. "And you should probably change out of your skinny jeans when we go there, because I don't think grandmas like skinny jeans like yours," she continued, as if she were only doing him a favor, as she eyed him from top to bottom.