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Character Portrait: Arabella Swift Character Portrait: Jamie Chapman Character Portrait: Ellie Wallace Character Portrait: Nate Carlile
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Friday 4th September โ€“ 6:30 PM โ€“ Club โ€“ Outfit

โ€ป Mood: Surprised - Chilled- Nervous
โ€ป Listening To: Pink Floyd
โ€ป With: Jamie
Bella smiled gently at him. "Then we'll stay," She agreed lightly holding onto his hand tightly because she could have sworn the crowd was intent on crushing her as they tried to slip through it up to the bar. She laughed softly to herself as she watched Jamie chatting away to anyone who came up with a question, she couldn't think of the last time she'd seen Jamie look so natural and confident- she honestly didn't remember, maybe it was a first. She joined his side at the bar, laughing relief that they've managed to escape the pressing crowd.

"That guy he threw himself at it did it for her. I think it split his cheek open a bit," She admitted cringing slightly. "He's okay though. I'm sure his Mum will kiss it better when it goes home," Her words were meant a joke about how openly Nate was a typical 'Mummy's boy' and though you couldn't tell out loud, when the words formed in her head they came out dry and slightly sour and her free hand grazed subconsciously over the part of her stomach where she knew her bandage was and then she sighed and moved her hand to accept her drink from the bar instead.

"Cheers," She chimed touching her glass to Jamie's before she took a quick drink and then looked over at Ellie as she came bounding over wrapped around one of the guys Jamie had been performing with. "Well you'd look at there we're with the band," Bella joked lightly smiling awkwardly.

Where was Nate?

"Nice to meet you, great show by the way. Hey El- is Nate alright? I didn't see him come back in. Did he pass out from the one shot he took or something?" She tried to ask the question humorously for the sake of the atmosphere but she was slightly concerned- Nate was a total airhead, drunk or sober and he was probably stoned too by this hour and in the middle of the city there was limitless trouble that moron could get himself into.

Friday 4th September 6:30 PMโ€“ Club โ€“ Outfit

โ€ป Mood: Chilled โ€“ Light - Content โ€“ Upbeat
โ€ป Listening To: Way Away - Yellowcard
โ€ป With: Ellie
Bella didn't see Nate come back in because he never did come back in, she would have seen him otherwise but at the door he'd noticed Ellie had gone up to the group again with that same guy from the merchandise table and he couldn't be arsed with it so he text Jamie wishing to avoid contact with Ellie as much as possible for the mean time.

To: that Jamie dude from music
i've ran out of filters. going to find a shop. text me if you guys go anywhere else and i'll catch up.

Though the text didn't tell the whole truth, it told enough of it. He was genuinely going to go to find a shop and to by a pack of roll ups but not because he'd run out of filters, it was more for the excuse of going somewhere else where Ellie wasn't about to fuck with his head. He liked to think she didn't mean to and somewhere she knew that he wasn't trying to get on her nerves and he was just genuinely highly unintelligent but part of him wondered if she did get that but just didn't really care.


He sighed and walked back out of the club, basically walking into the girl who'd been trying to get his attention earlier and she looked slightly startled and he looked at her guiltily.

"Oh shit, I'm really sorry. Bad night- I was in a rush, I didn't see you. You alright?" He rambled, she nodded and the two guys who were still smirking arched their brows at him and Nate just shrugged at them honestly. He genuinely didn't know what he was doing or anything else really.

"Nah it's cool. Don't worry about it. But whoever's pissed off with you- y'know, you mentioned it earlier when I was slagging off David Cameron a bit. She's really thick, you seem pretty decent from the approximately 17 words I've heard you say," She shrugged before smiling at him and Nate just kind of laughed.

"Compare it to her 17 hundred thousand that she's heard me say and you've got 17 hundred thousand reasons she'd tell you I'm not pretty decent, I've got to go but enjoy your evening," He told her briskly before making his way down the street and looking for any sign of somewhere he'd find a pack of roll ups but also for the longest route to get there.