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Evangeline Babineaux

"If I ever see you eat McDonald's again, I'm going to hit you."

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a character in “A Part of Growing Up”, as played by Vix

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{β€œMusic is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” ― Plato }




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|Full Name|
Evangeline Aelysia Babineaux – Her Choctaw name is Chunkash Anli, which means β€œTrue Heart”

|Nickname|
✯ Evan ✯ Angel ✯ Cajun ✯ Sia ✯ Art ✯ Kash ✯ α’α’αŽΎαŽ αŽ₯ᎢᎽ ✯

|Birthday|
February 9th, 1990

|Age|
24

|Nationality|
American [25% Acadian-Creole; 25% Grecian; 50% Choctaw]

|Occupation|
Her main sources of income comes from her professional work; She is an entertainer. She is most known for her singing, directing, producing, modeling, and photography. If she finds herself short on gigs, she pierces and tattoos from home for extra cash as well as works at the Mighty Bean.

|Sexual and Romantic Orientation|
Demisexual – Androromantic

|Hometown|
New Orleans, Louisiana {0-9} Ville Platte, Louisiana {9-15} San Francisco, California {15-21} Los Angeles, California {21-24}




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{β€œWhat happens to me is that I am first and foremost a film geek.” ― Guillermo del Toro }




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|Height & Weight|
5'3” & 126lbs

|Build|
Evangeline has struggled with her weight since she was a teenager. She eats quite a lot and does a lot of working out to combat it. She has a healthy feminine figure with no shortage of curves. She maintains a flat enough stomach and considers herself rather healthy.

|Skin Tone|
Depending on how much she's been outside, she's either a bit on the creamed coffee side or a bit pale-ish peachy. However, because of her plaque psoriasis that sometimes flares up, her left calf and the back of her neck sometimes sport a dark scarlet shade of blotches. She tries to keep this under control with various treatments.

|Hair Color|
Her hair is naturally brown but she is constantly dyeing it different colors and adding highlights.

|Eye Color|
Her eyes are naturally green and hazel; her left eye is a bright mossy green and her right is a bright hazel. She likes wearing oddly colored contacts though.

|Significant Markings|
{Tattoos}
[Left Arm] [Chest] [Right Arm] [Left Foot] [Left and Right Wrists] [Right Forearm]
{Piercings}
[x] [x]

|Fashion Sense|
{Casual/Workout}
[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
{Formal/Business}
[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
{Club/Party}
[x] [x] [x]




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{β€œWhat happens to me is that I am first and foremost a film geek.” ― Guillermo del Toro }




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|Quirks & Habits|
➳ Bites the inside of her left cheek when she's trying to focus ➳ Cracks her neck nearly every twenty minutes or so, especially when stressed ➳ Constantly moving some part of her body ➳ Always humming or whistling ➳ Rubs at the spots where her psoriasis has taken root ➳ Fiddles with her piercings when she's nervous ➳ She's up every day no later than 5:45am ➳

|Talents | Strengths | Skills |
⚘ Performance Art (Singing, Playing Instruments, Dancing, Acting) ⚘ Cooking (Especially Baking and Barbecuing) ⚘ Writing ⚘ Fine Arts (Photography and Filming) ⚘ Comforting People ⚘ Geek Savant ⚘ Film Savant ⚘ Composing ⚘ Directing and Producing ⚘

|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘ Sleep Apnea ⚘ Candy Addiction ⚘ Psoriatic Arthritis ⚘ Moderate Plaque Psoriasis ⚘ Math Beyond Algebra I ⚘ Saving Money – She Tends To Buy On A Whim ⚘

|Hobbies|
β™ͺ Gaming -- Loves MMORPGs especially β™ͺ Filming β™ͺ Dancing β™ͺ Scrapbooking β™ͺ Producing β™ͺ Tattooing Herself β™ͺ Interviewing People β™ͺ Documenting Her Life β™ͺ Collecting Cameras β™ͺ Collecting Books β™ͺ Collecting Feathers β™ͺ Singing β™ͺ Yoga β™ͺ Cooking β™ͺ

|Fears|
ΓΈ Being Alone ΓΈ Failure ΓΈ Being Taken Advantage Of ΓΈ Being Found By Her Brother and Father ΓΈ Her Secrets Being Revealed ΓΈ

|Secrets|
✀ Porn Actress – Formerly ✀ Childhood – All of it up to the point of college ✀ Her Psoriasis ✀ She used to sleep with the owner of The Mighty Bean ✀ She has a friends-with-benefits relationship with Kai ✀ She's falling in love with Kai ✀

|Goals/Dreams|
✈ To own her own company one day to help talented young artists in bad homes ✈ To marry Kai ✈ To be famous for her talents ✈ To work with Robert Downey Junior ✈ To work with Joss Whedon ✈




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{β€œDance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ― Rumi }




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|Personality|
{Hospitable -- Generous -- Adventurous -- Kind -- Imaginative -- Outgoing}

No matter who you ask, everyone will give you nearly the exact same answer if you ask them what Evangeline is like. The Cajun young woman is sweet enough to give you a cavity with her smile and the most thoughtful person within the buildings. She's always making time to make sure her friends are doing well and is more than willing to make them meals and snacks even if they don't ask for it. She's the one person that seems to know when everyone's birthday is and the one person that you can expect a gift from for birthdays and Christmas. She never seems to be in a bad mood, though that's simply because she doesn't like people worrying about her. She's a very loving and generous person, willing to give all the clothes off of her back in a heartbeat to anyone in need, even complete strangers. She's constantly being chastised by her boss for giving out large sums of money to panhandlers and bums, as he assures her than many of them are either drug addicts or not even really homeless. Still, she will give anyone who asks for it as much money as she can spare because she hates the idea of someone having to go without. She couldn't bear the thought of knowing that she did nothing to help when she knew someone was having trouble.

She's known to be an extremely imaginative young woman, always coming up with new, often fantastical ideas, for things. She seems to always have her head in the clouds as she imagines new adventures and ways to make them reality. She's not afraid to dive headlong into a new experience, always taking risks for the sake of the experience and being able to say that she never backed down. She's one to drag her friends along as well, pleading with them though never trying to force them. She's aware that not everyone has the same desire to push the limits that she possesses and she respects that. However, when it comes to people pushing her past her limits, she's less adventurous. When she becomes uncomfortable she is no longer the loud and funny girl that her friends know, but a clammed up mute. It is because of her inability to take care of herself when confronted by aggressive people that she fears being taken advantage of. There's not a mean bone in her body. She enjoys good pranks as much as any and everybody else but she could never bring herself to do or say something out of spite. Whenever she loses her cool with someone she will immediately apologize.

She is an intelligent young woman who's used to being on her own and having to take care of herself. While she's always been mature for her age, she's got an extremely goofy streak in her. There's no denying that she knows how to shake things up and have fun. She believes in working hard for what you want if you've got the capability. She also believes in lending a helping hand to those who need it. She's an enthusiastic person and tends to give her all to everything she does. She's often told to tone it down by those who cannot handle her ebullience. She's a lot more eloquent than people would think of such a peppy southern girl, her accent having her stereotyped by many as a yokel. (Bumpkin) Still, she's a talented young woman who isn't afraid to show it. She's excited to show her work to others and almost always talking about new projects and products she's working on.

The soft-hearted romantic is an all around good person to be around and a loyal friend. She's the type of person to hear both sides of a story first, knowing that there's always more than just one. She doesn't like to tell people when they're wrong so she always tries to sugarcoat things for them in hopes of sparing their feelings while trying to help. Many people find her geekness to be strange but if they knew her past, they'd understand. In the move from New Orleans to Ville Platte, she was the odd one out. A bit more advanced than the other students even after skipping some grades, she bonded through comic books and video games. She learned that they too were part of the art world and garnered a particular appreciation for them. She doesn't always have time for them but she always keeps a handheld game console and a couple of comic books with her for when she needs to wind down.

|Likes|
✯ Animals ✯ Fine Arts ✯ Indie Films ✯ Photography ✯ Art - Especially Body Art✯ Performing Arts ✯ Documentaries ✯ Animated Films ✯ Vlogging ✯ Cooking ✯ Dancing ✯ New Recipes ✯ Gumbo ✯ Dubstep ✯ The HUB ✯ Art History ✯ Magic ✯ Street Performers ✯ Sundresses & Bare Feet ✯ The Beach ✯ Stuffed Animals ✯ Cameras ✯ Getting New Cameras and Equipment ✯ Bollywood ✯ Broadway ✯ Music ✯ Sappy Romance ✯ Dark Themes ✯ Old Literature ✯ Thrift Shops ✯ Vintage Films ✯ Comedy ✯ Organic Food ✯ Soccer ✯ Wine ✯ New Experiences ✯ Self Expression ✯ Nature ✯ Anime/Manga ✯ Video Games ✯

|Dislikes|
☠ Processed Food ☠ Scripted "Reality" Television ☠ Being Sick ☠ Cracked Lenses ☠ Low Quality Images ☠ Cigarettes ☠ Modern Rap ☠ Bengay ☠ Vapo Rub ☠ Bigots ☠ Politics ☠ Heavy Makeup ☠ Lady Gaga's Fashion ☠ Rudeness ☠ Keystone Beer ☠ Too Much Cake ☠ Brats ☠ Entitled People ☠ Laziness ☠ Sleeping In ☠ Disorganization ☠ Filth ☠ Fat People With Big Tattoos ☠ Stupid Tattoos ☠ Art Thieves ☠ Being Rushed ☠




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{β€œLife is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.” ― Danny Kaye }



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|Place of Origin|
New Orleans, Louisiana {0-9} Ville Platte, Louisiana {9-15} San Francisco, California {15-21} Los Angeles, California {15-21}

|Family Tree|
Mantema Hanta (Grandmother – Deceased) [Former Prima Ballerina]
Isi Hanta (Mother – Deceased) [Former Painter and Model]
Rene Babineaux (Father – Alive) [Alligator Wrestler, Former Pitcher for the Cubs]
Major Babineaux (Half-Brother – Alive) [Oil Rig Worker]

|Happiest Memories|
{Age 8} Opening for a Toby Keith concert, she sang Flowers on the Wall for a crowd of fifty-thousand. {Age 9} She mopped the floor in her age group in Contemporary, Lyrical, and Freestyle at the National Dance Showcase. {Age 10} Wrote and Composed her first song. {Age 15} Graduated high school early with acceptance on scholarship to SFSU. {Age 17} Won Best Cinematography, Best First Screenplay, and Best Director awards at the Independent Spirit Awards. {Age 18} Hit 35 Million YouTube subscribers. {Age 19} Won the Leica Oskar Barnack Award for her portfolio on the Amazon.

|Saddest Memory|
{Age 9} She accidentally killed her mother. {Age 11} Her father and brother began abusing her. {Age 15} She had to begin therapy.





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{β€œI want freedom for the full expression of my personality.” ― Mahatma Gandhi }





|History|
From the first day of preschool to the last day of high school everyone will ask you every other day what you want to be when you grow up. Most people will be in a constant state of flux, always changing their answer. Not Evangeline. She knew what she wanted from day one; She was going to be an artist. Everyone in her family was. Evangeline hailed from New Orleans, Louisiana and came from a rather wealthy family that made their fortune through the use of their innate artistic abilities. She lived with her mother and grandmother -- as her father was hardly part of the picture. She had a pretty happy life and was generally allowed to roam free and do what she wanted. She didnβ€˜t have a lot of friends outside of her family; She was home-schooled by her grandmother so that she had more time in the day to hone her skills, often dancing until her feet blistered. She had all sorts of recitals and showcases, but all of the other artists were supposed to he viewed as competition. The prodigy's only friends outside of the Hanta family were people that her mother used to get her work into the public eye.

After Evangeline's grandmother died her mother took over the homeschooling. Her mother was a harsh taskmaster and disregarded Evangeline's wishes to pursue her artistic vision more through cinema and photography. She was nine years old when her uncle bought her a brand new camera after her mother had thrown out all of her other ones. When her mother found out that she had been hiding the camera, she tried to take it away from her but Evan wasn't giving it up. As they were wrestling with it at the top of the stairs she began to lose her grip on the camera before it finally escaped her grasp. Her mother fell backwards with the camera and took a tumble down two flights of stairs, breaking her neck in the process. After her mother's death, nobody on her mother's side of the family wanted to take her in and she had to choose between the father she hardly knew or foster care. Despite her father and half-brother being semi-illiterate backwoods idiots, she had to admit that she had fun while she was out there. And it was better than going to strangers. There was a lot of wildlife photograph and a lot of nature to experience. Plus nobody really got in her way and she wasn't woken up at the crack of dawn to dance until her ankle ankles were sore and paint until her fingers hurt. It certainly was a change of scenery, leaving behind the city of New Orleans and the beautiful Hanta estate to embrace a small cabin in the middle of bayou out past Ville Platte.

Everything was just fine at first – She attended public schools and got amazing marks in her class; she was 13 when she skipped from 8th-grade to 10th grade. Her school didn't have any art programs so she was forced to do a lot of self-studying, devoid of her previous resources. Major - her half-brother - was a bit of a dick to her. He was a typical jock type; total man-about-town, sports star, and heavy party boy. They fought a lot - mostly when he was drunk or high on something - but it was never anything serious. She was 11 when her father's fiancΓ©e died of a heart attack. Her father seemed to spiral from there, beginning to binge drink like there was no tomorrow. Evangeline began to help him by picking up the slack around the house, cooking and cleaning for herself, her father, and her brother. And then things began to get uncomfortable. Evangeline came home from swimming with her friends late at night and found her father sitting in the recliner surrounded by bottles of liquor. She grabbed a blanket to cover him up but he grabbed her by the wrist and set her in his lap. β€œYou're so beautiful, you know that. Right, Angel? My Angel. Just like your mother. Isi was so beautiful. You look just like her. I loved her, y'know. I love you too.” He stroked her hair and held her tight.

She didn't mind at first; Her father was a very affectionate type and this was something she had gotten used to. She told him that she was tired and going to bed and that he should rest too, but he asked her to sit with him for a while longer. After all he had set up and waited for her to come home so he could spend time with her. She seemed to catch an attitude; She was cold and soaking wet and tired and he smelled like he had gone swimming in an ocean of Jack and Morgan before taking a shower in Jim. He got angry when she gave a huffy sigh and tried to leave, bringing the back of his hand hard across her face.

The next four years were hell on her she struggled to finish school and get legally emancipated. She went home every day to her brother and father going to be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused. She almost didn't pass her senior year, but she did and still made Valedictorian. With a full ride scholarship and a letter of acceptance from San Francisco State University, the legally emancipated young teen gathered her things and hopped on the plane to California. When she had first received her letter of acceptance she began to look online for jobs and apartments. She soon moved into an apartment 1A and begin working part-time as a cook at the Mighty Bean. The landlord of her apartments agreed to cut the normal rent in half until she turned 18 because she was a college student. While she was in college, she put every bit of her heart and soul into studying and pursed double majors. The majority of her time was pushed into working with her tutors as the prodigy aimed to graduate early with her Masters in Arts and Fine Arts degrees.

She did well enough living on her own and soon took an apprenticeship to a local tattoo artist and for some time, she made quite a bit of extra money as a freelance tattoo artist. After she turned 18, she began to struggle with the full rent and put out an ad for a roommate. She enjoyed living off campus. The next three years seemed to fly by and she soon finally had her M.A. in Cinema and an M.F.A. in Photography. She minored in Drama. After graduating early at the age of twenty-one, she began to take things slowly. She had more time to "do her", as they say. Spending more time with her friends. She was recently diagnosed with psoriasis though she hasn't told anybody.



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{β€œYou know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss }





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Life Is a Highway ♠️ Rascal Flats
Life's like a road that you travel on
There's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

There's a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore

We won't hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today, yeah

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If you're going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down and back up again
You're in my blood, I'm not a lonely man

There's no load I can't hold
The road's so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in tell 'em we're survivors

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, yeah

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long (mmmm yeah)
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

There was a distance between you and I
(between you and I)
A misunderstanding once
But now, we look it in the eye

Ooooo...Yeah.

There ain't no load I can't hold
The road's so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in tell 'em we're survivors

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long (all night long, yeah hey)
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme some more

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme some more

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme some more, yeah





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{"QUOTE". }




|Other|
❣She's traveled to Tokyo, Milan, and Paris for school projects.❣
❣She has a thick southern, Cajun accent and speaks Cajun-French when she's pissed or sad.❣
❣She's a well-renowned Indie film director and producer, photographer, body artist, and singer.❣
❣She has five pets; Juno the solid black Great Dane. Acadia the Python. Morning Glory the Sugar Glider. Moto Moto the Birman. Voodoo the Blue Nose Pitbull.❣
❣She can play the piano, accordion, banjo, guitar, violin, and drums.❣
❣She starred in [2012] X-Men: The Last Stand as Callisto, [2013] Easy A as Olive Penderghast, and [2010] Good Luck Chuck as Cam.❣
❣She's working on a Classic Rock musical called Rock of Ages. ❣[/size]


Available on iTunes
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Summertime Sadness - α’α’αŽΎαŽ αŽ₯ᎢᎽ

So begins...

Evangeline Babineaux's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude OtΓ‘vio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA



[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

β€œYou've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”


β•š ╝



A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.


As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude OtΓ‘vio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

β•š ╝






Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small cafΓ© in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this cafΓ© anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the cafΓ©, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.







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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

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Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

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Friday evening didn't seem to come soon enough for Evan. She was jittery about the meteor shower and the carnival set up to celebrate it, having spent the entirety of three paychecks on a brand new video camera so that she could conduct interviews while capturing the amazing night on beautiful film to preserve forever. Incapable of patience, she escaped her apartment and spent the majority of the day in Nomi's home, baking up a storm. There were a few new recipes that she wanted to try, e-mailed to her by a friend of hers that ran a cooking show on her YouTube channel. Of course Evan vlogged the entire time. She eagerly spoke of the Leotychides Meteor Shower, an event that only occurred once every five hundred and forty-six years. The LMS combined with the 209P-IDS was sure to brighten the night sky far more than the fireworks were capable.

The Southern Belle had decided that gussying up wasn't a necessity for the event, settling for an outfit usually reserved for the days when she lazed about the apartments like a sloth. She didn't even bother putting on shoes. She stood out in the streets like a sore thumb...well, more like a giggling rainbow.

The stars were barely shining and fireworks were already going off. Fireworks to celebrate meteor showers? That's just ridiculous! Evan was frowning as bright colors lit up the sky that was growing ever darker, a sigh leaving her. She hoped that the people had enough sense to stop with the pyrotechnics when the sky got darker and the meteors began to show. If not, she'd have to find somewhere else to watch them. For the time being, she excitedly trotted alongside her two canines that were pulling along a small kiosk. She was glad to have rented it, having no other way to tote around all the treats she had whipped up.

She walked around for hours before checking her phone. She had a few unread messages, most of them from her friends asking where she was. She didn't bother answering them just yet – They'd see her soon enough. She watched as one of the waitresses from Mighty Bean guided her dogs and their kiosks over towards the other vendors, taking charge beginning to sell. Smiling, she made her way towards the stage and pulled out a flash drive, preparing to go up and perform.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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❝"Family is not an important thing. It's everything." - Michael J. Fox❞

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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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❝"She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae West❞

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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.