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Oliver Carver

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a character in “A New York Life”, as played by Chandz

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“What you do today can improve all your tomorrows.”
― Ralph Marston



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F U L LXN A M E

      Oliver Beau Carver

N I C KXN A M E S

      Ollie/Oli | Most common among anyone he knows
      Beau | Usually by a girlfriend or family

A G E

      22 | Twenty-two
D O B

      July 19th

E T H N I C I T Y

      50% English | 50% German

S E X U A L I T Y

      Heterosexual

O C C U P A T I O N

      Bartender

H O M EXT O W N

      Queens, New York



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Don’t watch the close; do what it does. Keep going.”
― Sam Levenson


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H E I G H T

      6’2”

W E I G H T

      183lbs

H A I RXC O L O R

      Dark Brown

E Y EXC O L O R

      Blue

S K I NXC O L O R

      Fair/Pale

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      Oliver stands fairly tall at 6’ 2. He isn’t lanky but isn’t very athletically built either. He has a very average sized body around the torso and stomach. Ollie is fit, but isn’t muscular. He’s well in proportion for his height. He doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings. He has strong features but nothing that makes him stand out. He had a rigid jaw line and it’s definitely one that is noticeable when he clenches his jaw. His eyes are a beautiful icy blue and his hair, a dark brown, falls in sweeps of curls when it gets long. He typically wears it just long enough to sweep it to the side and have the curls be less present.

      His style is one that speaks of his personality. He’s very simple and doesn’t like to over-do anything. He can be seen wearing a very causal outfit of jeans, with a plain white tee shirt and maybe a cardigan or he can be seen in a little more, such as a button up and khakis. But regardless of what he’s wearing, it’s usually something quickly thrown together in the mornings.


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“Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.”
― George S. Patton


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S

      ✦ Friendly ✧ Honest ✦ Accepting ✧ Level-headed ✦
      ✦ Sensitive ✧ Humble ✦ Curious ✧ Knowledgeable ✦

      ✦ Prying ✧ Lost ✦ Cowardly ✧ Easily Discouraged ✦
      ✦ Passive ✧ Vulnerable ✦ Naive ✧ Soft ✦


      Ollie is a decent guy. That doesn’t make him sound like the best guy in the world but compared to his two roommates, he’s the one that has his life the most together. As of right now, he’s a little lost in life, trying to figure out what his next move is but Oliver has a fairly stable head on his shoulders. He thinks twice before he speaks, he thinks thrice before he acts. He does what he can to stay out of people’s ways and prefers it that way. He knows that every action he makes now is deciding his life down the line. He doesn’t like acting on a whim with large decisions. Of course that doesn’t mean he’s a total stick in the mud. Ollie likes having his fair share of fun. He likes going out on the weekends and getting so drunk he forgets his name but he doesn’t do it very often. Not like his roommates.

      He’s quite different than his roommates in certain features but he’s not at all judgmental of them. Oli is accepting of people with differences in their life and he’d rather learn about their differences, and ask questions in a non-confrontational way. He likes being able to understand the world around him. He’s a curious kid. It can get him into trouble at times, especially when he’s intoxicated because he likes to pry. Ollie and his roommates range on different sides of the personality spectrum. Ollie is a lot more timid than the other two. While Isaac is laid back and Collin is extremely outgoing, Ollie doesn’t really do much unless he does it with them. He’s the type of guy most people step on. It’s unfortunate because if Ollie were to finally grow some balls and stand up for himself, he could be an overall well-rounded guy. But, sometimes unknowingly, he prefers other people’s happiness over his own and he suffers at his own hand.

      People take advantage of Oliver’s kindness. He’s the type of guy to give someone the shirt of his back if they needed it, and for him that’s never been a problem but when you move to the big apple and people there are always conning others, it’s a matter of running out of clothes very quickly. HE doesn’t necessarily see it as a bad thing though. He likes the fact that he’s given, caring, humble, and honest. It’s how he was raised. He’s very appreciative of all of the things that he has. At times, he believes he even has far too much. He sees giving as a good thing, it’s not about their intention, it’s about his intention. At least, that’s what he believes.

      Oliver is unwilling to make himself seem ‘tougher’ in the eyes of others if it means his character will change. He prides himself in being the helpful, sweet guy that he is. He admits that he could be a little less passive but he believes that is only due to the fact that he’s a little lost in life right now – unsure of his next step. Ollie is a believer, he believes that once he gets his feet back on the ground and his mind in the right place that he’ll be a stronger individual in all senses of the word.


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“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.”
― Arthur Ashe


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L I K E S

      ✦ Longboarding ✧ Tea ✦ Painting ✧ Art ✦ Playing the guitar ✧ Watching sunsets/sunrises ✦ Listening to music

D I S L I K E S

      ✦ Being taken advantage of ✧ Being made to look weak ✦ Having to dress up really nice ✧ Fake people ✦ Ignorance

H O B B I E S

      ✦ Going to museums
      ✧ Playing instruments
      ✦ Painting


T A L E N T S

      ✦ Playing the guitar
      ✧ Painting

F L A W S

      ✦ He can be easily offended by certain things
      ✧ He has tendency to keep things in

S E C R E T S

      ✦ His parents send him money thinking that it’s for the loans he took out every month but he uses it for himself

F E A R S

      ✦ Disappointing his parents
      ✧ His parents find out that he dropped out and have been taking their money
      ✦ His parents remarry

G O A L S

      ✦ Going back to college for doing something he loves
      ✧ Being able to get his parents back together and happy
      ✦ Pay his parents back for all the money he took


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“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.”
― Aldous Huxley


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F A M I L YX&XS I G N I F I C A N TXF I G U R E S

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      Eric J. Carver | Father | 54 | Local Editor | Living | Greenport, New York

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      Sarah McCay | Mother | 46 | Small time Actress | Living | Greenport, New York

H I S T O R Y

      Oliver grew up in a loving and nurturing home. He grew up an only child so there wasn’t much he had to do to gain his parents attention when he was younger. His parents weren’t wealthy by any means but he was always able to get what he wanted – of course, he was somewhat conditioned to never ask for anything over a certain pay-scale so it wasn’t as though his parents had much to worry about.

      The Carver’s were happy people. Ollie’s parents were working class people and for a while, supporting only one child didn’t cause a strain on that at all. But when Mrs. Carver decided she wanted to quit her job as a professor at the local college and pursue her dream of theater, it caused a commotion with the family. Ollie’s father always stressed how important it was to get an education and to create something of himself but to do so with a passion. So when his mother quit her job, Oliver didn’t think much of it. However, the lower income quickly became an issue when Ollie declared he was going to New York City for his education. His parents encouraged him to do so but Ollie nearly declined due to the lack of income in the family. Mr. Carver worked for the local paper but it simply wasn’t enough to sustain a high enough income to send the boy to college. However, Oliver was granted a scholarship and was only required to pay the room and board. His parents agreed and sent him on his way.

      While Oliver was at school, his parents filed for a divorce amicably. There was too much fighting going on between them about all of what had happened. So, when Oliver made the decision to drop out of college because he simply didn’t know what to do with his life, he figured he’d be on the safer side if he didn’t mention anything to his parents. With a serious pit of guilt in his gut, he’s kept the secret and has been using the money his parents sent him for rent at his current apartment.


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O T H E R
      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Daniel Sharman

      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Chandz

      ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ

      character basic form © aurei
      modified form ઽ૮૨Α
      modified form for this roleplay : Chandz


So begins...

Oliver Carver's Story

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“Here, put this on,” a shirt was tossed back and with a quick, swift motion of his arm, Oliver caught the shirt that Collin had tossed him. “Is this really necessary?” Oliver whined behind him. Collin turned his attention away from his closet and towards Oliver, who was sitting on the edge of his own bed. “Yes Oli, my parents will be here any minute and the last thing I need is for you to be looking like you just came in off the streets.” Collin turned back into his closet, his voice mildly muffled by being turned away from Oliver. He continued to talk to Oliver while rummaging through hangers of clothes. “Believe me, my parents will be happy to see you trying. Besides, you rarely ever get dressed up. It’s time you look like a man.” Oliver groaned and swung his head back, landing just under his pillow.

Collin turned to see his friend and roommate laid across his bed, rubbing his hands over his face while muttering something just under his breath. Collin walked over to him, holding another button up shirt, and sat down beside him. He looked down at the shirt in his hands and played with a loose thread while talking. “Listen, if you don’t want to see my family that’s fine bro. I just figured with your parents not coming to visit, the least I could do was make sure you weren’t stuck here along on Thanksgiving day, you know?” Collin turned his head to look over his shoulder at his friend who had been quiet. “Come on, Oli. You don’t have to dress super nice, man. Just wear something that you’ll be comfortable in that looks nice. Join me today, would ya? I’d hate to see your day go to waste.” Oliver sat up, leaning himself against his elbows and forearms. He looked at Collin and with a shy smile, he nodded. “Fine, I’ll join your family. But listen, I’m not wearing any of your weird silk shirts.” The two laughed together. Collin playfully pushed Oliver over and went back to rummage into his closet. “Fine, but you’re wearing something nice.” Oliver sat up, then pulled himself off the bed. “Alright, alright. Lay something out, I’m going to jump in the shower before Isaac gets in there.” Oliver walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom as Collin continued to look for clothing for himself and for Oliver. Once Collin had picked out an outfit for himself to wear, he looked for one for Oliver. Collin had picked himself a simple gray suit to wear with a black tie over a white dress shirt. For Oliver, he kept it just as simple, with a black blazer and pant combo with a simple white dress shirt.


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The shower was Oliver’s favorite place in the apartment. He had a few favorite places to go and hide away from the real world but he truly loved the shower because to him, it was the most productive hiding spot. No one bothered him in the shower, and in the meantime, he’d get clean and create lists in his head for every aspect of his life. The shower was his thinking space as well as a hiding space. As the hot water beat down on his back, he couldn’t help but think about his family and the fact that they weren’t coming to visit. He knew his parents were separated but to not be able to spend one day together so that you can spend time with your son, he just didn’t understand. It was enough to bring an empty feeling to his gut. He was appreciative of Collin and the fact that he offered up his family for him to spend time with, which he was planning on doing, but it still made him upset that he wasn’t going to see his family on Thanksgiving. At this point, however, there was nothing that Oliver could do anymore. He tried to convince his parents to come for just a few hours, but neither of the two would budge. The issue was either money or the other parents. Regardless, Oliver was enraged at both of his parents. Midway through his shower, Collin banged on the door, “Ollie, let’s go! Get moving!” Oliver rolled his eyes, rinsed his body one last time, and turned the water off. He wrapped himself in a towel, and opened the door to see Collin smiling. “Let’s go princess, they’re on their way here from the airport now.”


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While Collin waited for his family to arrive and for Oliver to get dressed, he got together all the final details of what his day would consist of. He walked over to Isaac’s bedroom door, which was shut, and knocked on it. He spoke through the door before awaiting a response. “Isaac, you better be getting ready in there. My family is almost here, and I know you’re not skipping out on us. Get your ass up.” He banged on the door a few times, loudly, to make sure that Isaac was awake. He walked away while removing his phone from his pocket. He sent out a text to Isaac, in case he hadn’t heard what Collin yelled through the door; to Marie, to ask if she was still coming over; and finally, he texted his mom to catch a status of their location and arrival time.


To: Isaac
bro, you better be up. Momma King will not be happy to hear you’re not joining.


To: Marie
hey you, you comin over??? Rents will be here soon


To: Momma King
Ma, where are you? What time will you get here? You know where you’re going right??


To which his mother replied:

From: Momma King
Yes, Collin. We know where we’re going. We’ll be there shortly. Just leaving JFK now.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Isaac's room was always dark, it was kind of a thing. He only had a singular bulb in the fixture, and a blackout curtain over the one window in the room. It was perfect for the kind of person who liked to sleep until two in the afternoon, or woke up hungover more often than not. Like he was now. He felt like straight up death. Death that had been run over by a truck. Twice.

He sighed as he finally pried his eyes open, the small sliver of light shining across the floor where the drapes couldn't cover it assaulting his eyes like it had something against him personally. He ought to thumbtack it shut...later, when he had more energy. As for now, his arm just fell loosely off the edge of his bed, his fingers colliding into the bottles littering his floor, the clinging of glass making him wince and bury his face into the soft cotton of his pillow. He could still hear the damn noise bounding around in his head, causing it to throb.

He really fucking hated being sober. There were only a few times a year he did it on purpose, and lately such occasions had started to count as 'Family Time'. Not his family, of course, because there was no fucking way that bridge was ever being crossed, but Collin's. It still felt a little weird, sometimes, to know there were people out there who actually wanted him around. Who cared if he ate a decent meal on Thanksgiving, cared how he was doing. It still made his head spin.

Granted, his head was spinning for a lot of reasons currently. He could hear the others moving, hear the hot water heater as it started up, and he muttered a curse as he tried to burrow even farther under his pillow. Which was completely in vain, because in the next ten minutes Collin was pounding his fucking fists against Isaac's fucking door.

Isaac groaned and sat up, his hand grabbing one of the bottles off the floor as he pouted while he listened to Collin yell at him. He wasn't getting ready. He really needed to. He needed a shower too, because he smelt like sweat, and his sweat always smelt like alcohol. Probably because the only liquid in his body was alcohol. He shrugged a little, lifted the bottle to his mouth, and swallowed what little was left. Straight Vodka. He made a face, shuddered, and dropped it before climbing out of bed. He was a little shaky, but who knew when the last time he ate was...he'd fallen asleep sometime around four am the morning before last...slept all day yesterday...trying to be sober for today. It'd worked, unfortunately.

He found his phone in the pocket of some jeans laying on his floor, and dug it out only to frown at it. From: Hey Jude. Message: bro, you better be up. Momma King will not be happy to hear you’re not joining. He didn't bother replying. Instead he dropped the phone and finally left his room.

It was worse out there. Light everywhere, window blinds open, he hated it with a passion. Collin wasn't far, typing away on his phone. "Hey Jude!" he called, and when his roommate glanced up Isaac shot him a grin and the finger. He was grumpy when he was sober - and up before the clock changed to PM times - but they both knew it was all in good fun. Even an irritated Isaac wasn't a cruel Isaac.

The shower helped. The hot water soothed his sore muscles, the scented soaps helped clear his head a little, and he actually liked being clean. He washed off twice, just because they were having company, and he was a little nervous. He also brushed his teeth twice, once he got out, aiming to get rid of any lingering alcohol, shoving the bristles so far down his tongue most people would gag. Once satisfied he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back to his room.

He took longer than Collin would probably like to find an outfit, well aware they were on a time crunch, but eventually he pulled out a pair of black trousers and his one button down shirt. He found a blazer somewhere, and had no fucking clue where it came from. After he pulled everything on though, he had a feeling he'd stolen it from Collin's closet, because it was a little long...and didn't quite match his pants. He pushed his sleeves up to his elbows so they wouldn't fall over his hands, and rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Isaac liked nice clothes (it was the gay in him), he just didn't know how to wear nice clothes (which was the 'raised hella poor' in him).

He spent the next thirty minutes trying to do something with his hair, which just ended up being as messy as it always was, and then pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. Pill bottles got knocked off balance when he did, falling all over each other, and he rolled his eyes as he stuck his hands in and shifted through the mess before finally finding his Adderall. It wasn't his favorite high - he didn't like the focused clarity. But the energy, the confidence, the general happiness...he needed that. Good mood, plus a functioning person? Perfect for family time.

He considered railing them for a moment, but in the end just tossed back the handful his tolerance demanded and swallowed them dry. The high would set in about half an hour, and surely he had that much time to scrape his mood up off the floor and be a person again.

He threw on some cologne before leaving the room, and then went to lean in the doorway of his roommates room, nodding appreciatively at Oliver, who rarely ever looked his age or so well put together, then glanced at Collin. "When are the rents getting in?"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Tired was an understatement of what Ryan was feeling today. It was ironic, considering that it was a feeling he had desperately tried to avoid. He had pulled an all nighter earlier that week to finish all of his school assignments, so that from Wednesday until Monday, his schedule would be completely clear. School work wasn't weighing him down, but the stress of the holiday was. Ryan knew that compared to a lot of people, he had it good. Cara would dispute the claim, but they both had a home and a family to go home to on Thanksgiving. Their father and stepmother had planned to spend the week away in the Caribbean, and had invited Cara and Ryan, but at the time that the trip was being planned, Cara was dating some snobby rich guy, and was planning on visiting his family for the holiday. Ryan could have went with his dad and stepmother, but he didn't want to be the person keeping them from having a romantic trip, so he planned on spending Thanksgiving alone in the penthouse. His father agreed to still have their chef make him a meal, and Ryan had actually been excited at the idea of getting some alone time. He didn't hate living in the apartment that he lived in with Cara, Nick, Roman and Brooklyn, but he definitely missed having his own space.

A few weeks ago, though, Cara broke off the relationship with her boyfriend, and shortly after, their parents' trip was cancelled and their stepmother's family was now coming over to the penthouse for a few days. Cara had literally banned him from participating, claiming that he would be betraying her if he showed up to their father's house instead of spending the holiday with her. Ryan wasn't particularly in love with the young woman his father had recently married, but he didn't hate her. Definitely not in the way that Cara did. Being the good brother that he had always been, Ryan had agreed not to spend Thanksgiving with their family, but at the last minute, he caved. Roman hadn't been at the apartment for a few days, so RJ couldn't complain about not having space to himself, but he didn't want to sacrifice the holiday just because Cara was a brat. So, after his classes ended on Wednesday, he took a cab to the Upper East Side and spent the night at his father's house. It wasn't like the apartment he and Cara had was a third world country, but compared to the luxuries at their childhood home, it kind of felt like it, and after only one night back, he didn't want to leave. However, he had told Cara that he was just spending the night at a friend's apartment, and even by eleven o'clock Thanksgiving morning, she was already bothering him with texts, so he knew he couldn't stay. He left off with his father on the note where there was a good possibility that he might end up back there for dinner in a few hours, but that he wasn't sure yet, before leaving the building and hailing a cab to take back downtown to 14th Street.

To: Cara
Unless you're cooking toast, you know i'm no help. Want me to pick something up? I'm on my way home now.

To: Oliver
Hey man. I don't think I ever asked you what you were doing today. Going home for the holidays or you still in town?

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Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Oliver walked, towel around waist, from the bathroom to his bedroom while Collin worked on getting everyone who needed to be present….well, present. He closed and locked the door behind him, tossed his clothes in a hamper in the corner of the room, and worked his way over his bed where the clothes that Collin had laid out for him were spread out. He looked at the clothes and couldn’t decide whether or not he would look good in them. He was partially sure he would because Collin had picked them out from his own closet but the other half of him was skeptical because Oliver and Collin were very different people with different styles and body shapes. Perhaps, however, it wasn’t the clothes that made him uncomfortable but the fact that he’d had to put on a happy face for everyone when in reality he felt like just crawling into bed and laying there until earth stopped rotating. He felt miserable. To Oliver, he was the reason was his parents split and now that all these family oriented holidays are approaching and the last people he’s spending time with is his family, it made him feel as though his family was permanently torn apart – and it was all his fault. Oliver shook the idea out of his head and sighed, telling himself that he was going to pretend to be happy until he was. “Fake it ‘til you make it, right?” He mumbled to himself. Oliver dressed and took a peek in the mirror Collin had hung on the back of the door. And much to Oliver’s dismay, he looked well put together.

Once Oliver had finished dressing himself, he started his way towards the kitchen. Opening the door to the hallway, he could see and hear Collin banging on the door to Isaac’s room. Oliver chuckled quietly to himself and continued to the kitchen to pour himself some juice and eat a snack. Collin followed to the same path, stopping just short of the kitchen. Collin frantically texted everyone while Oliver calmly sat himself on the couch with a cup of orange juice and a box of Frosted Flakes. “You’re gonna get carpel tunnel texting like that dude,” Oliver joked while inserting a handful of cereal into his mouth. Without taking his eyes off his phone Collin extended his arm towards Oliver, flipping him the bird. Oliver could only smile in amusement. Without so much as a second passing Isaac was out of his room and messing with Collin as well. ”Hey Jude” was all that was needed from Isaac to send Collin’s eyes darting from his phone down the other side of the hall. Isaac meant it all in good fun, especially when he shot Collin a grin and the finger. “So we’re all gonna be fucks today?” Collin said jokingly, but loud enough for Isaac to hear as he moved into the bathroom. “We just want to be more like you,” Oliver joked, which Collin glanced towards Oliver mockingly for.

“Dude, relax. You’re really uptight right now. You’re acting like me.” It was interesting for Oliver to see Collin this way. Collin was usually the type of guy to be very relaxed about everything, he didn’t let most things bother him the same Oliver did. So to see Collin running around the apartment as though the world just caught on fire was strange for Oliver. “Yeah…” Collin sighed and sat beside Oliver on the couch, throwing his feet onto the coffee table. “It’s just that my dad is coming and he can sometimes be a dick about things so I always have to just stay on my toes with him. He doesn’t like that I moved out here and thinks that my life is going to shit pretty much so I need to be able to impress him so that he doesn’t try to, like, kidnap me back home or whatever. I need him to see that my life is put together, you know?” Collin turned his attention to Oliver from where it was fixated on the wall. Oliver nodded, he knew exactly what it was like to feel as though you were a huge disappointment. “Don’t worry though. You’ll be fine. You are the King after all.” Oliver smiled warmly at Collin. “Yeah… Thanks man.” Collin smiled back.


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Collin and Oliver sat on the couch together, waiting for the Kings, Marie, and for Isaac to finish getting dressed. While on the couch, Oliver received a text. He pulled his phone from his pocket to see that the text was from a friend of his, Ryan, who lived in 5C just across the hall. He typed back:

To: Ryan
Collin’s parents are comin’ over. We’re probably going to lunch with them then coming back here and chillin for dinner. What’re you up to today?



He slipped his phone back into his pocket. Collin questioned him on what was up while he read his own text coming from Marie. “Oh, it was just Ryan from 5C. Wanted to know what our plans were for Turkey Day.” Collin nodded, only half listening to what Oliver said. Collin’s phone buzzed again, while in his hand, this time with a text from his mother.

From: Momma King
Two blocks away, Collie xoxo


“Ah, fucking hell. They’re nearly here.” Collin sprang up from his seat, just as Isaac walked into the room asking where his parents were. “Two blocks away. If you’re not ready, get ready.” Collin rushed from the room to find his shoes and his coat. “Someone call Marie and ask her where the hell she is!” Collin yelled from the inside of the closet in his room, barely audible. Just then, Marie came bursting through the door like the personality she was and sat herself onto the couch where Oliver and Collin had just been sitting while shouting her presence known. Oliver, who was following Collin into the room, replied back to Collin. “She just walked through the door.”


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Collin and Oliver joined the rest of the group out in the living room as Collin’s parents approached. Everyone stood around making small talk while Collin went downstairs to greet his parents and his brother.

“Hey mom. Dad. Seth,” Collin smiled as the three got out of the taxi.

“Hi honey,” Collin’s mother walked to him with arms spread to greet him with a hug. He returned the favor and pulled away to say hi to his brother and father, who he too hugged.

“You guys ready to come upstairs?” His parents exchanged looks, which Collin noticed. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Did I not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Honey, we’re not staying. We told Uncle Paul that we’d be there to help early so we have to drive out there. We’re going there now.”

“Wait, what? What the hell? I thought we were doing lunch?”

“We want to but we just don’t have time. We have to go help set up for dinner. You know that Uncle Pat is having a rough time with Aunt Lucy passing. We need to be there for him today.”

Collin sighed, sticking his hands into his pants pockets. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to be upset with his parents right now or not. He thought they had plans but he wasn’t going to deny his Uncle Pat the help he needed right now, especially after his wife passed away from cancer that she had been battling for nearly two decades now. Reluctantly, Collin nodded. “Yeah…” He was upset but tried his best not to show it. “I should let you get going then. I just wanted you guys to meet everyone but I guess we’ll just have to do it another time.”

“Sorry honey. We’ll plan.” Collin’s mother smiled warmly and forgivingly. Collin nodded and hugged his family as they readied to leave. “Give Uncle Pat my condolences.” His mother smiled at him as she got into the taxi. “I will honey. Take care of yourself okay? Tell the gang we’re sorry and hello.” He smiled warmly at her, nodded, and shut the door of the taxi cab as she got into it. The cab drove away slowly. Collin stood there, watching it leave wondering just what he was going to say to everyone so his head didn’t get chopped off. He sighed, kicked his feet against the ground, and turned to go back upstairs.

Collin took the elevator up, the entire time thinking of just what to say to everyone who had been pressured into this exact moment. When he opened the door, alone, he could see waiting and questioning eyes land on him. “So…” He started nervously. “They’re not coming. My aunt passed away and this is my uncle’s first holiday without her so they went over there. They told me to say hi to everyone and apologize. Soooo….” Collin paused. He rubbed the back of his neck while staring at the ground and then back up at everyone. “So if you guys want; you can go do whatever now. Sorry.” Collin, upset, walked into his room, gently shutting the door, and sat on his bed.

Unsure of what to do, Oliver looked up at Isaac and Marie. “Should I talk to him? Maybe we could plan something else to do. To cheer him up. And us.”

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Isaac always somehow managed to feel awkward in situations concerning anyone's family. He'd never been like Collin, rushing around to make sure everything was perfect, dressing nice, putting on a good performance. It wouldn't have done him any good, even if he had. The few times he'd tried to do something nice for his mother...it'd just ended in disaster. His best bet had been to pretend he didn't exist, not pretend he was doing well. Which they were - doing well. As well as one could expect a group of twenty year olds with shaky careers in New York to be doing.

So he arched an eyebrow as he watched the man run around, then flopped down into one of their recliners just as Marie appeared in all her glory. She looked good, she always did, but somehow Isaac had a feeling she'd pulled herself together off someone's floor. He smirked good naturally at her and nodded his hello, mildly regretting not railing his Adderall after all. He had a feeling she could probably use a pick-me-up too, but it was too late for him to mix them up something. Then again, he doubted the drink in her hand was just coffee.

Collin went down to get the family and the other three stayed, making general small talk, nothing important. Isaac teased Marie a little, wondering if he had the right idea about where she was all night, but he didn't pry or anything. Never did. It wasn't long after that when Collin returned. Surprisingly alone. Isaac arched an eyebrow, even leaned halfway out of his seat to see around his friend, but no...he was closing the door.

Explanations came and Isaac sighed. He'd lived with Collin long enough to know his friend was probably a little crestfallen. All that energy gone to waste over a misunderstanding. On Thanksgiving. Any other day, it would have sucked, but been manageable. Not today.

"I got him," he answered Ollie with a sigh as he pushed himself up. "If I fail, we'll jut throw Marie in there for a little while. I'm sure she can put a smile back on his face." He shot her a wink, his mood already improving, before he knocked once on Collin's door and let himself in.

The guy was obviously upset, sitting on his bed, but Isaac didn't let it stop him, just flopped down next to him and nudged his shoulder with his own. "Hey man, I know it sucks, but it's not the end of the world. We can make some last minute plans. You've still got us. And that smokin' hot blonde out there." Isaac winced a little, he had never been very good at sounding convincing when he talked about girls that way, even if he did think Marie was attractive he just...couldn't. What the hell was he thinking? Coming in here to talk about family problems. He was so far out of his comfort zone it wasn't even funny.

He sighed a little at the awkwardness, then wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "We could always drop acid and go watch the parade." It'd actually been his plan before Collin had roped him into spending Thanksgiving in a more traditional manner, but he was mostly joking at this point. Not that he'd say no if Collin said he was game, but still. "Hallucinogens and big blown up animals, am I right? Just what the Indians and Pilgrims would have wanted."

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Marie had got to the apartment and sat down, but Collin still seemed to be frantic. She didn't know a lot about him and his past, so she wasn't entirely sure what his parents were like to begin with. They could be neat freaks or simply prim and proper jack asses, Marie didn't know, but she still had said she'd meet them regardless. Studying what Oliver and Isaac were wearing she knew she was incredibly under dressed, but she didn't have time to run across the hall and change now, besides almost anything she owned was too revealing, she saw no shame in showing off what you had.

Seeing the smirk that Isaac gave her she sent one back his way. He likely knew where she had just came from. Well, not exact location or whom she was with, but what kind of night she had. Eventually Collin had gone downstairs to retrieve his parents. Marie had conversed with his two roommates, which she had been used to by now. They just had small talk and Isaac had teased her a little, but Marie had given it right back, hinting here and there at her night.

When Collin came upstairs, he didn't have company with him. For some reason Marie wasn't surprised. Parents were probably the worst, only good they ever did was giving you the crap life you had to live. Marie didn't ask to be born and have to pay bills or anything. Either way, she knew what kind of scum parents were. Her own mother had verbally abused her and told her a bunch of shit that Marie didn't need in her life. Even the proper parents couldn't be bothered to be there for their own child. Nothing was surprising about it.

Collin however, seemed upset about it. He went to his room and that left the three sitting there. Marie wasn't that awkward about it, but she didn't know what to do. Oliver had suggested someone going to go in and check on him, but Isaac had offered. That gave her a bit of a sigh of relief. Marie may have been sleeping with the guy, but they weren't what you would call an actual couple. She didn't know everything he disliked and liked outside of sex, she didn't know his past.

That left Marie and Oliver alone, which wasn't that bad, the two were friends. Marie actually knew more about Oliver than she did Collin. Taking another sip of her coffee she was silent for a few minutes before she spoke.

"We could always go out and do something together that he would like. Do you know of an activity he enjoys doing with friends?" Marie asked curiously. She could indeed do what Isaac was likely suggesting at, but Isaac still had some attempts to be made.

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Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Ryan didn't get Cara's text until the cab had dropped him off at the end of his block, so he was relieved when she said that she didn't need anything. He wasn't sure that he could trust Chanel and Cara with planning an entire meal, since the former seemed just as... out there... as his sister, but he wasn't going to bother himself over it. He would have rather them come home with a fresh pizza from a pizzeria than a turkey and side dishes, and have to deal with a poorly-cooked meal from the two. If all else failed, or if his cravings for a real Thanksgiving meal just refused to subside, he knew that he could always just take a cab back up to the Upper East Side and eat with his father.

One thing that he hated about their apartment building was that there was no elevator. He wasn't lazy or nonathletic, but having to walk up and down five flights multiple times a day was a pain in the ass. It was one even more so when he was carrying his school books or grocery bags, which he luckily wasn't today. He had made it halfway up the flights of stairs when he received Oliver's text, but he waited to respond to his sister and friend until he was in front of 5C's door.

To: Cara
Alright, don't go crazy though

He knew his sister was going to go overboard, but at least now he could say that he tried to tell her not to. That was just the way Cara was, and had always been. He didn't know Chanel very well on her own, and while he wouldn't call her an enabled to Cara's behavior, she seemed to play along with it too in a natural way that friends would. Cara liked things big, so he was sure that if she and Chanel were out shopping, which is what they frequently seemed to do with each other, they would likely come home with enough food to feed a small village. He kept that in mind when sending his next text message to Oliver.

To: Oliver
Ahh gotcha, sounds fun. My sister's having some of the girls from 5B over for dinner I think. Feel free to stop by later if you're bored. I'm sure there's going to be more than enough food.

When the texts were sent, he found his key and made his way into the apartment. It seemed quiet, and as he moved inside, he noticed that Brooklyn and Nick's door was open, which likely meant that they weren't home. Cara's room was vacant too, but unfortunately, his own room wasn't. Ryan noticed Roman's form on the other bed in his dark room, so he did his best to be quiet as he took off his jacket and grabbed his laptop, and carried it out to the living room. He took a seat on the couch and flipped through the channels until he found a channel playing Parks and Recreation. It was one of his favorite shows, and he knew that he could very happily spend the rest of the day watching it. However, his father had spent the past evening going on and on about football, so Ryan knew that if he did end up going back there later that night, it would only work to his benefit if he at least watched one of the football games that were scheduled for today. Luckily, as he checked online, he saw that the first of the three didn't start until 12:30, so he had time to watch what he actually liked before then.

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Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Collin looked up when the door of his bedroom opened. He had expected his friends to leave and to their own thing. He didn’t think anyone would stop in to check on him and if anyone had, he had expected it to be Oliver, not Isaac. But nonetheless, there was Isaac, tossing himself onto Collin’s bed. He nudged Collin’s shoulder and Collin turned his attention to Isaac. He smiled to Isaac’s attempt to cheer him up and thought it was funny that Isaac of all people would be the person trying to attempt to crack a joke about Marie’s level of attraction or Collin dropping acid with Isaac and watching the parade. It brought a smile to Collin’s face. He appreciated the level of friendship that he and Isaac had because it was something he had been missing for quite a while. He didn’t have these friendships back at home. Then again, he never really tried. “Yeah man, exactly what the Pilgrims would have wanted for future generations.” He laughed hard, gently and jokingly shoving Isaac. He laughed until he couldn’t breathe, the thought of him tripping on acid with Isaac wasn’t a plan Collin would have normally gone along with but right now it was the laugh he needed. His laugh came down into him searching for breath. “Thanks for that, man. Come on though, let’s get out there and make plans. I’m not gonna stay in here all night.” Collin stood up and straightened out his pants and shirt. “That’s not what Collin King is about.” Collin winked at Isaac and walked towards the door, swinging it open and heading down the short hall to the living room.

“Alright bitches! Let’s get this party fuckin’ started!” Collin shouted as he made his way past his friends in the living room to the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and pulled out several handles of alcohol, slamming each bottle on the counter. He searched for shot glasses and solo cups next. He looked up at his friends with a grin on his face. “Let’s fucking make memories to be thankful for, huh?” Collin popped open a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. He poured four shots and looked up at his friends. “So? Anyone joining me?


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Oliver stood out in the living room with Marie while Isaac went into Collin’s room to talk him out of the weird mood he was in. He sat down on the couch next to Marie. She spoke and he nodded his head in agreement to her idea. “I think he’ll be alright. It’s probably just the shock of being without his family. He’s a big family man believe it or not.” He responded to her while answering a text from Ryan.

To: Ryan
We’ll probs head ovr. Our plans got cancelled

Oliver didn’t really know how to talk to Marie. They were friends, probably more so than anyone else but he also had a sliver of a crush on her and the fact that Collin and Marie had a causal relationship drew Oliver away from the idea of Marie ever wanting to be with a guy like Oliver. He felt as though he wasn’t the type of guy Marie would ever go for. While he sat there quietly, he looked at her. He watched her as she brought her cup to her mouth, he watched her lips when she spoke, he watched her eyes when she smiled, he watched the way he did things. He was intrigued by her. He thought her to be magnificent in the way she lived her life but to be completely honest, he was intimidated by her. Intimidated by the way she lived her life – freely. He didn’t know how anyone could be so bold as to not care about anything – or at least to give the impression they did not care about anything.

“How ‘bout you? No family plans?” He wanted to engage her. He hated sitting out there awkwardly. Oliver was sweet but he wasn’t exactly the most social person. At times he wished he could be the type of guy that Collin was, but he cared too much. Cared when people got hurt, cared when people felt uncomfortable or used. Only sometimes did he want to not care – but he wasn’t that guy. Oli watched her as she spoke, smiled when she looked at him, nodded as he listened to her speak. It was barely a conversation starting when Collin broke out from his room and started shouting excited profanity into the air. Oliver shot up from the couch, as if he had been doing something wrong and was being confronted for it, and watch Collin excitedly run past him into the kitchen where he started to pour shots for everyone. Oliver met the gaze Collin gave the room, then the gaze of Isaac and Marie. He shrugged his shoulder and started making his way to the kitchen to take hold of a shot glass. His thanksgiving was going pretty shitty too. He might as well join in drinking away his sorrows.

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Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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One of Isaac's favorite things about Collin was that it never seemed to really take much to cheer him up. He was generally a happy person, so this shit with his family was only a bump in the road, the rest of the day could easily be saved. He snorted at his friend's response to his joke, and then quickly dissolved into laughter. The Adderall was kicking in, and he felt great suddenly, and everything was funny. They laughed for probably a minute too long, shoved each other playfully, and then Collin was standing and Isaac grinned as he hopped up as well. "There's the Collin King we all know and love," he muttered with another playful shove towards the door.

The moment the two of them rejoined their friends, Collin was on full blast and Oliver was out of his seat in a second - like the yelling was meant to chastise him instead of excite him. Isaac arched a slightly amused eyebrow, because he couldn't imagine how difficult the last couple of minutes had been for the pair he'd left - Oliver was just a little socially awkward and Marie always seemed a bit lost on how people worked if she wasn't climbing into a bed with them. It was kind of funny, really.

"You two survive in here?" he asked as he jerked his stupid jacket off. It really was too big, and he no longer had a reason to be so dressed up. He also didn't care enough to go change, though, so the offended clothing just ended up on the couch. He rolled his sleeves back up, to look some what decent, and pulled his shirt out of his pants because really tucked-in clothing was only for when mother's visited.

Before he could make much more of a decision about his wardrobe choices, Collin was pouring shots, and Isaac found himself grinning again as he shoved passed Oliver to make it to the kitchen first, swiping a shot glass off the counter. "Hey, isn't that mine?" he asked, nodding towards the bottle of Grey Goose. He doubted it, actually, since most of his alcohol was on the floor in his room somewhere; and even if it was he would share, he was just in a playful mood.

Once the others were there with a glass in their hands, Isaac raised his high. "To making memories worth being thankful for," he toasted with a wink towards Collin, and then threw back his shot. He was already pouring another even as he dug his phone out of his pocket. It'd gone off when he'd been talking to Collin, though he couldn't imagine who was texting him. Surprisingly, it was from Nick: probably smoking in 5B in a few. buds on the house today since i'm in the holiday spirit lol. come thru if ur craving. Isaac grinned and threw back his second drink before he texted back:

To: Moreno
Fuckin awesome man


Isaac wasn't actually sure who lived in 5B, except he had gathered from his mornings with Marie that it was probably all girls. She lived there, and he figured Chanel did too because sometimes they chatted up until they parted for their respective doors. But other than that, he didn't really know. He did know, however, that he was not turning down free weed. Isaac had money, sure, but only an idiot would pass that up.

"Hey, I may have just found us something to do," Isaac mentioned, shoving his phone back in his pocket and pouring another shot. He swallowed it down before he started walking backwards out of the apartment, lifting two fingers towards his mouth in the universal 'smoking' sign. "If you're feelin' it. I'm gunna go check things out." With that he twisted around, and let himself out.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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When the two were left alone, only little conversation had started between them. To be fair Marie would probably be more talkative if she were more awake. She still needed that good smack in the face to wake up, or just some time and to finish the coffee. Taking another sip she could feel it seep into her body and run in her veins. It gave her a bit of a jolt and slowly helped her wake up. She was almost lost in her train of thought and didn't hear what Oliver had said.

"I have never really done the whole holiday thing, to be frank." Marie said shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't going to get very into it with him at this moment, but her family wasn't something that gave you the warm feelings inside. She didn't have the excitement and joy about Christmas. Every birthday she would be greeted by a tipsy crack whore mother that would do nothing but shout profanities at her or tell her what a shit daughter she was and how much of a mistake she was. Of course Marie knew she was adopted, because as you could imagine that came up once she got older in their arguments.

Although Marie knew she had a whole other family out there, she also knew if they wanted to connect with her they would come hunt her down. She wasn't going to go tracking down people who didn't even want her. Either way she held no resentment towards it all. She came to terms with her well being awhile ago, so now she just had herself a future to build up.

What seemed like awhile, was only a minute at most. Soon Collin came out in his usual moods all fine. Not long before followed Isaac. She watched Collin as he pulled out the vodka, it'd be a dumb move on her to turn it down. Free liquor wasn't something anyone should turn down, especially when you were at the wealth status that Marie was at. Despite working two jobs, it was barely enough to pay bills and buy food. If only she had an actual acting career. Perhaps she could work her way up in the pornography industry, some of them got paid some actual good cash, something Marie only wished she could have.

Getting up she met the boys where the shots were. Grabbing one she lifted her shot up to toast with them to making memories to be thankful for. A smirk placed on her lips as the situation unfolded. She took the shot glass and put it to her lips where she tilted her head back and drank the shot. It had a bite to it, but she was used to most liquor at this point.

It wasn't long before Isaac had mentioned they found something for them to do. He took another shot and began backing up to the door and he gave the signal. If it was younger Marie she wouldn't have passed up the chance, but by this point, she had her fair share of drugs in the past. They weren't something that she had really got super hooked on. Marie herself just preferred the contents in a bottle and the intoxication from it was enough for her. Walking to the door, she watched Isaac head to her apartment of 5B. Figures that was where they were headed.

"I'm not going to light it up with them, but I would prefer to get some better clothes that were preferably my own." She said with a slight chuckle remembering her morning prior to this. "Feel free to follow at your own will, but Holly is probably home. She's harmless though, sweet kid." Marie said with a smile and with that she also left the apartment of 5A.

Walking into her apartment she took her shoes off and walked in going through the kitchen with the smell of cupcakes wafting up into her nostrils. They smelled delicious. "Good morning Holly." Marie said smiling at the girl before entering her room to get her clothes for the day and have a shower.

After doing what she wanted to do, she got dressed in the outfit she picked out. A pair of burgundy leggings and a nice white blouse. She figured she'd dress with more class today, seemed to be the theme of everyone else. She threw on a black beanie however and walked out to sit on the couch next to Holly.

"So what are we watching Holls?" She asked the girl grinning at her.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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As each shot was thrown back, a tasteful choir of sharp breaths and clanging glasses made music to the ears of the boys. They smiled at each other as their two friends joined in, with the toast and the shot itself. Soon after it seemed as though everyone made their own separate ways. Marie to her room and Isaac to join one of his friends to go smoke. Smoking wasn’t one of Oliver’s favorite things to do but he didn’t want to get stuck in the house when everyone else had plans. He considered for a second texting Ryan to see if he was up to anything right now so that the two could relieve the mild awkwardness of sitting on someone’s couch they barely spoke to. He removed his phone from his pocket and sent Ryan a quick text, not expecting a quick reply.

To: Ryan
Busy rn?

He slipped his phone back in his pocket only to notice that he was, in fact, already alone. He scoffed at his empty surroundings, “Fucking typical.” He shook his head and followed everyone’s ghost out the door. He shut the door behind him and walked a few feet over to apartment 5B where he was sure at least Collin would be, with Marie. He knocked on the door shly and waited for an answer to come.


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Everyone dispersed quickly and before they knew it Collin and Oliver were alone in the apartment. Marie walked her way out and invited anyone who wanted to join to do so at their own risk. He noticed Oliver on his phone texting God knows who and playfully scoffed to himself. He walked out of the apartment, following Marie, leaving Oliver behind in the apartment. He left their door open so that Oliver would get the hint to follow, hoping he would.

Collin followed Marie into the apartment by a few seconds, he took his shoes off at the door and took in a deep breath of whatever it was that they were baking. “Ladies,” He kindly greeted as he walked in. “That seems awesome,” He pointed over to the kitchen as he made his way over to get a closer look at what they were doing. Cupcakes. One of Collin’s guilty pleasures. He didn’t have many of them because the sugar made him feel like shit afterwards but he did have to say that if he were to ever indulge in an extreme cheat meal, cupcakes would be the way to go. Collin made his way back over to the couch where Marie and Holly sat and joined them, placing his legs on top of Marie’s and leaning back on the arm of the couch, Collin playfully made himself comfortable. He slipped his phone out his pocket and sent out one single text.

To: Marie
Hey hottie, how bout a quicky ;)

He hit send and looked up to watch her reaction to the text. Collin was back in his playful mood and now he wanted to play.

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Character Portrait: Makayla Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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"Yeah, yeah, Isaac's always chill," Nick reassured Makayla when she gave the approval for him to come. It wasn't always true, but that was usually when he was taking uppers. He didn't know if Isaac would want to mix something like that with the weed, but then again, when free weed was on the table, most people would feel compelled to take him up on the offer no matter what else was in their system. He took a hit before answering her question, about what they were doing for Thanksgiving. He thought that Makayla, out of everyone, had no way of knowing about what he had done with Cara, so he felt stupid for being paranoid and thinking that she somehow knew. If he wasn't sure of the quality of his weed, he would try to tell himself that maybe it was the weed that was making him paranoid, but this was something he had been feeling consistently for the past three weeks. "Brooke wants to eat with you guys, yeah," he began, taking one more hit, letting the smoke remain in his lungs for a good few seconds before finally exhaling. "So we'll probably stick around for a little, eat, and then head out. We always do the movies on Thanksgiving, so we're going to go see the James Bond movie that's out." A lot of the time when he was high, Nick felt more inclined to talk. Even though he was comfortable around Makayla sober, he was pretty quiet in general, and small talk wasn't his forte. Smoking opened him up to a degree, though, so just talking casually about nothing didn't feel strained. "Those cupcakes smell good, so I'll try to get her to stick around for dessert too. It's not even one and she's already drinking, so for all I know, she'll be passed out before we can even get to the theater. We're just gonna play it by ear, I guess."

Unlike Nick, Makayla tended to zone out more while high. It was what she did to relax, so that was really the only thing she wanted to do while smoking. Nick's conversation never bothered her, and didn't bother her now, but she mostly just nodded along. She wasn't going to push the topic of it being Cara's dinner, and how that would be with Brooke there because it wasn't her job to police Nick's behavior or tell him that she knew. They weren't that close, and as long as he hooked her up with free weed occasionally, Makayla would turn a blind eye to him being a murderer if it came to that, so being a cheater wasn't a huge deal. Her main goal at the moment was to get high enough where she could survive, and possibly even enjoy the rest of the day, but she knew that she needed to do it quickly. She didn't want to be doing this if her roommates came back, especially since she had left Holly to watch their television. No matter how many times they said they didn't mind Holly using it, Makayla did feel guilty when she wasn't helping to pay for it. It would only make her feel worse if she was letting Holly use it while she got high. Makayla was used to smoking quickly, and she usually took toke after toke until her bowl was empty. Sometimes it took three minutes, sometimes ten, depending on just how fast she was going. Her first bowl took five minutes, and just as Isaac came in, she reloaded it. One more couldn't hurt.

She tossed him the bag when she was finished, and spent the next fifteen minutes on the second bowl. She wanted this high to last, and she knew that once she finished this bowl, she was going to have to go check on Holly. If everything was still okay, she figured that she could get away with coming back to smoke one more. It would seem like a lot of weed for such a petite girl, in such a small amount of time, but Makayla had been smoking since she was fifteen or sixteen, and she was used to smoking a lot. She hadn't engaged much in the small talk that Nick and Isaac were in, so when there was a pause, she set her pipe down and got up from the bed. "I'm going to go check on my sister. Isaac, you should treat us to pizza since Nick covered the weed," she said teasingly. She definitely wasn't close with Isaac and had only remembered his name when Nick said in during the conversation, but when you smoked with people, it was a bit of a bonding experience. It was one that likely wouldn't extend past the duration of being high, but she didn't feel weird pushing the offer playfully. That toast from earlier wasn't going to keep her munchies at bay. Before leaving the room, she doused herself and the room in general with Febreeze, knowing that it still wasn't likely to cover the smell considering the amount they were smoking. She considered trying out some eye drops on her eyes, but thought that it was just Holly in the apartment, and Holly wasn't going to be observant enough to notice them being bloodshot.

"Dude, that girl can smoke," Nick laughed when Makayla left the room. His bag of weed was basically depleted at that point. Roman wasn't even on his mind anymore, since Nick figured he was no longer coming, but if he did, he was going to be disappointed. Nick tended to be generous when he was high, but even he knew that he couldn't get away with giving out anymore free weed at the moment. Brooklyn would kill him, and it would hurt his own wallet. "You going to Cara's too later? Pizza sounds good right about now, but I'm stoked for that turkey."

A few steps out of the room and Makayla realized that it wasn't just Holly in there. She heard voices and as she turned the corner, found Marie and Collin sitting on the couch with Holly. Fuck! She had no idea how long they had been out there or if they knew what was going on in their room. It probably wasn't a huge deal. Marijuana was much more accepted than other drugs, but it just went back to the point of Makayla not wanting her roommates to think of her that way. At the same time, in her state, she couldn't find it in her to be too bothered by it. A natural smile appeared on her face as she waved to them and then looked over at Holly who seemed consumed by the TV. "Hey Marie," she said. She knew Collin mostly just from seeing him in the apartment sometimes with Marie, but she didn't think it was necessary to specifically greet him. "Holly, let them watch the TV now. They don't want to watch this," she said as she rounded the corner and saw that a cartoon was playing on the screen. By the way that Collin was sitting with Marie, she assumed that they were trying to get cozy and she didn't need Holly getting in the way with that. "Come and ice your cupcakes, leave them be for now. Nick and Isaac and I are almost finished with our work, so I'll come help you in a few minutes," she continued, walking into the kitchen to check on the cupcakes. They really did smell good and she was so tempted to just eat one, but she knew Holly would make a big deal out of it. Isaac was going to need to order that pizza, and soon. She grabbed the icing and a knife and left them on the counter for Holly, who she turned to tell once more to get off of the couch when she heard a knocking at the door. It was only a few feet away, so she opened it without waiting for Marie to. The boy on the other side was familiar to her too as a neighbor, but she didn't know her name off of the top of her head. "Oh, uh, Marie, he must be here for you," she said, looking at the boy for another moment before somewhat awkwardly turning away and leaving him in the doorway.

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Character Portrait: Makayla Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Marie Casanova Character Portrait: Collin King Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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Marie had been sitting comfortably on the couch. Upon asking what the girl was watching she had responded that she had been watching Phineas and Ferb. A show that Marie wasn't hugely familiar with, but she knew it just based on Holly in general. Marie couldn't help the soft spot that she felt for the girl. She was just so naive and she had a rough life from what Marie could remember of the bits and pieces she had heard. Either way Holly began talking about the show and about Ferb in particular. Marie listened intently and was engaged in the conversation she was having with Holly.

At the mention of Ferb speaking like Roman, Marie couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "You know, he kinda does." Marie said in agreement with an amused smile on her face. Holly really was the safe place for Marie. Marie didn't have to worry about building herself up to be someone grand. She could just be less guarded around the girl and it was nice to have that in her life. Something she hasn't really had for a long time. Holly had gone off on a rant, but Marie had followed.

Shaking her head she responded to Holly, "I don't think he is adopted. Doesn't he sound a bit like the dad?" Marie asked hoping she had remembered correctly. The dad wasn't in every episode, but he showed up from time to time. Soon Collin had walked in and made a remark on the cupcakes being awesome. Holly had got concerned that Collin would eat them, and informed Marie that they were for Cara's later. Nodding Marie was about to tell Collin not to touch them, when he came and sat down on the couch with them. His legs had been resting on hers, and Holly had asked if she was going to Cara's or rather had been invited.

"Don't you worry Holly, I'll be there, and then I can try one of your delicious cupcakes." She said with a grin. She felt her phone vibrate in her hand, but just as she was about to look at it, she heard someone coming. She turned her head and had seen it was Makayla. "Hey Makayla." She responded. Marie knew what people looked like high, and she could see the red in her eyes. However Marie also knew that was where Isaac had gone to, just Marie wasn't that into marijuana at this point in her life. When she was a teenager, yea, but now, no.

Listening to the girl tell her sister that the TV should be left to her and Collin, Marie checked her phone and grinned. Once Makayla left, she turned to Holly, "Hey, it's okay. I like to watch a good cartoon from time to time. Have you ever seen Curious George? It's pretty great to. Also feel free to watch TV, I don't mind. I'm hardly home to watch it anyways." Marie said reassuring the girl it was alright if she wanted to continue watching. Marie was about to reply to Collin when Oliver had come in as well.

"Oh, hey Oli!" She said and then looked to Holly. "Holly, this is Collin, and this is Oliver. Guys this is Holly." She said pointing to the right person in correspondence with their name. While she gave them time to say hi to each other she looked back down to her phone and responded back to Collin.


To Collin:
"Someone's in the giving spirit ;)"

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Character Portrait: Makayla Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Owens Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Oliver Carver

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If Ryan hadn't invited Oliver over, and subsequently his roommates and Marie, he definitely would have left and spent the night at his dad's place. Cara was eating away at every last ounce of patience he had. Did she think that he wanted to spend his afternoon cooking? That making sure a turkey was cooked enough that it didn't poison all of them, was something that was on his bucket list? He knew nothing about cooking! The two of them had grown up without a mother, with a father who probably didn't know how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and with a personal chef. It baffled him that she thought that he somehow knew more about it than her, but then again, this was Cara, and she didn't care about that. If she wanted something done, she expected you to learn a whole new skill set in thirty seconds to accommodate her. Ryan was used to it, but it was still highly irritating.

His laptop was on the counter next to him, so as Chanel and Roman came in and Cara started conversing with, Ryan was busy with the cooking webpage on the screen. He had used it, and a plethora of Youtube videos, to help him figure out what cooking a turkey entailed. It said that he was supposed to let it sit for twenty to thirty minutes before cutting it, but he wasn't going to verbalize that direction to his sister. It would just result in her complaining more, and quite possibly him reaching a point where he really would leave. From the sound of it, Roman was having a bit of fun trying to knock Cara off her pedestal, but Ryan felt like he still had to be there to keep her in line for when Oliver and his friends came over. It would not only be completely rude, but completely mortifying to him too, if she was as insulting as she was being now, when they came over. It was one thing to say things like that to Roman, who RJ felt could handle it, but Oliver, Isaac, Collin and Marie didn't know the bitchy side of Cara well enough where they would realize she was harmless.

To: Oliver
Turkey's out of the oven, should be able to eat in 20-30. Come over with your friends whenever you feel like it! Fair warning - my sister is in a bad mood

He didn't think cutting the turkey would be that hard, when the time came for it, so he closed his laptop down after texting Oliver and headed out of the kitchen, just as Brooklyn and Nick were coming in. Since Oliver wasn't there yet and he wasn't particularly close to Chanel, Brooklyn, Nick or Roman, he considered staying in his room for a while. He was too thoughtful though, and decided that he was better off in the kitchen in case Chanel needed help with any dishes that were left, or in case Cara had another irrational demand for him. He made a quick stop in the bathroom, and then back to his room to spray on cologne for no reason other than because he didn't want to smell like turkey and sweat all night, before returning to the kitchen. When he got there, along with Nick and Brooke, was Makayla and Holly. "Here, let me grab those for you," he said as he took the large plate of cupcakes from Makayla. He didn't know Makayla that well. Cara hung out with Holly a lot, but he was told that was because Makayla was working. The vibes he got from her when she was around were always tired and maybe stressed out ones. It was very different from Holly, who could talk for hours about absolutely nothing, but considering that, it wasn't surprising that someone who had to live with her would tire out easily. He looked to Chanel who had been doing more work than Cara, as he carried the tray from the door to the kitchen's island area. "Where do you want me to leave these?" he asked, momentarily placing them down on the counter behind them. She had been bringing dishes in all afternoon, so he wasn't sure if there was a specific setup in mind, and with his luck that day with his sister, if anything went wrong, she'd find a way to blame it on him.