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Naomi Ekwensi-Hart

"All they saw when they looked at me were dollar signs."

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

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β€œAnd all the while I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.”

[FLY BEFORE YOU FALL]

[CASTLE WALLS]

[AND YOU LET HIM GO]


β•š ╝

Dialogue Color: #C8A2C8 || Thought Color: #785278



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FULL NAME
"I only just added my Dad's last name about two years ago. I think it was one of the best things I've ever done that just so happened to piss off my mum. To this day, she's still pissed."
Naomi Grace Bahati Ekwensi-Hart


NICKNAMES
Nomi and NomiIzMe {Most common, though the former is what most prefer to use since the latter was more for her YouTube channel and mixtape, which her label was quick to be against}|| Mimi {Mostly by best friends and her little sister, particularly the latter as it was her first word}|| Grace {Least common; hated; only her mother uses it and it's always said with such contempt or a condescending tone}

AGE
Twenty-four {24}

DATE OF BIRTH
September 18, 1991

ETHNICITY
40% Nigerian|| 10% British|| 10% German|| 40% Trinidadian

SEXUALITY
Demisexual|| Panromantic

OCCUPATION
"I guess you could say hat I did pretty darn well for a black girl from Brixton. Not many could say that they've had as much success and acclaim in this field by my age. It's...it's been a dream come true, in a way."
Internationally known recording artist under Cash Money Billionaire Records


APARTMENT NUMBER
"It's not Los Angeles or Hollywood, that's for sure. But to be completely honest, I wouldn't have it any other way."
1A



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{ β€œYou are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.”}
~ Amy Bloom



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HEIGHT
5'5

WEIGHT
120 lbs

EYE COLOR
Chocolate brown

SKIN TONE
Caramel

HAIR: COLOR|| LENGTH|| TYPE
If there is one thing that Naomi thanks her mixed genes for, it is the semi-manageable curls that she's been taking of on her own, outside of the Gemini 14 treated styles she's been known for. Because of that great health, her somewhat tight, coily curls actually fall to her shoulders when left in their natural state and then to the middle of her back when straightened. Her natural hair color is an auburn-chestnut shade, but only her San Francisco crew have seen it. She's been seen in the early years in a variety of colored weave; blonde, pink dyed, ruby red, and black. Currently, she got her own hair treated with color on her own volition, which pissed her mother off. Currently, it's a multi-tonal shade with purple and lavender highlights, and brown lowlights. It's her favorite thus far.

GENERAL APPEARANCE
Naomi has always been considered lovely. Even when she was a kid stuck in glasses for a few years and had braces, she was still considered rather cute. Attractive. It was obvious, from back then, that she was a little duckling that was meant to be a swan. And all those who made that analogy years ago, who believed she would be a looker, couldn't have been more correct. The short little songbird from Brixton turned out to be quite lovely with her clear, practically flawless caramel complexion, brown eyes, and curly hair. Her body, a bit thinner three years back, now remains fit and healthy looking, making her hourglass frame that much more appealing and long legs seemingly sleeker. Granted, the curliness isn't a typical site as her mother seemed to shame it when Naomi was growing up, sending her to various stylists and friends to keep her locks sleek. Now, however, instead of constantly being in sweatpants or loose-fitted clothes because her mother could only afford hand-me-downs, Naomi never leaves her home looking composed in some way, though if you asked her label, she should be wearing skimpier items. At least they can't complain about one thing: Naomi likes looking good, whether that means she's in a dress and heels, or shorts and a Versace top.



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{ "Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.”}
~ Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank, Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons



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QUIRKS: HABITS: ODDITIES
β–ͺAfter being in America for so long and being groomed for the R&B/Pop world, Naomi's English accent seems to be almost lost, though you hear it more when she is really upset. β–ͺNo matter where she is or what she's doing, if Naomi is sitting, she will cross her legs. β–ͺDespite how free she felt when she made the current hair decision, Naomi does wear a blonde weave whenever she returns to Hollywood and wear whatever hair color her mother and stylists require of her. β–ͺLooks as if she's struggling to breathe when she's in an uncomfortable environment (ie. with her mother or Kid) and always seems to be sighing. It's really her trying to catch her breath and fend off a panic attack. β–ͺWakes up every morning at six am and does a jog around the neighborhood. β–ͺConsistently smells like a blend of shea butter, vanilla, and a hint of jasmine. β–ͺExclusively uses Moroccan Oil products for her hair. β–ͺBites her lower lip when around someone she's attracted to. β–ͺAlways wears a necklace and toys with it when she feels nervous or anxious. β–ͺTends to lose herself in singing or humming, and sometimes dancing when she's cooking.

SKILLS: STRENGTHS: TALENTS
⚘Singing {Her voice}, songwriting, playing instruments {acoustic guitar and piano} and dancing. Pretty much being a performer. ⚘Being able to give underhanded or witty remarks in such a way that it's hard for people to detect that they've been insulted until they allow her words to officially sink in. ⚘Quite easily can fall silent and still in a large crowd, allowing her perceptive eyes to pick up on things. ⚘Handling and saving money ⚘Can be very patient, especially as a teacher. ⚘Sticking up for other people, even if it means bordering on a manipulative edge to get the end results. ⚘Cooking, even without a recipe book. The one thing Naomi can say is that she tastes the dish before she prepares it.

FLAWS: WEAKNESSES: DEFICITS
⚘Rather self-deprecating and blames herself for every wrong thing in her life, and sometimes in the lives of the ones around her. ⚘Tends not to live as freely or as boldly as she'll convince others to do. ⚘Her anxiety (panic) attacks. They happen at inopportune times, but mostly when she knows she has to interact with her label or mother. ⚘A child's tears.⚘Does not stick up for herself often enough. ⚘⚘Rather blunt and doesn't really believe in sugar-coating anything to anyone unless you're a child. ⚘Tends to internalize and bottle up her feelings, coming off during tense situations, as unaffected and as an ice queen. ⚘Does not believe in herself as much as she believes in others.

HOBBIES
β–ͺSinging and writing lyrics β–ͺGoing on strolls, either alone or with friendsβ–ͺListening to music β–ͺJogging and going to yoga β–ͺWatching movies

FEARS
ΓΈRape and being forced into any sexual act ΓΈLiving the rest of her life afraid ΓΈNever having a happy ending ΓΈAnything happening to the ones she cares about that she can't control ΓΈNever being able to get her own lyrics out there

SECRETS
✀Her engagement: Other than Evangeline and another close friend, no one knew that Naomi and [Godfrey Goa] were engaged. In fact, no one knew that they were dating. She had kept it a secret, a way to keep her label and her mother from ruining them. At the end of the day, they did.✀
✀The destruction of her engagement: As far as what [Godfrey Goa] might consider the truth, Naomi told him that the love they shared wasn't real. It was her hero worship to the guy that got in between her and her rough, drunk boyfriend at a club. Nothing more. Which is so far from the truth that it hurts Naomi to this day. The only reason she broke things off was because her mother snitched, Kid got really upset and hit on her, and then threatened [Godfrey Goa]'s life. She usually thinks he's all talk, but she knows how he can be on drugs and what gang affiliation he has.✀
✀Suicide: What her label wants you to think is that she was too drunk, playing around, and slipped off the balcony...the thing is, it's kinda hard to slip off a balcony you're a little too short to have slipped off in the first place...✀
✀Father: For the last three years, Naomi has been communicating with her biological father. Minnie told everyone that he was dead. Naomi's phone calls and Skype sessions would say otherwise.✀
✀Rent: Despite what her roommates think, they're not exactly paying rent at their apartment. Naomi's paid it off for the next three years unless any of them decide to move. Their money simply goes to utilities and food.✀



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{ β€œBut sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.”}
~ Megan Hart, Broken



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PERSONALITY
You've seen Naomi before. Probably not with the multi-tonal purple hair and tastefully selected, but still somehow sexy and classy outfits, but you've seen her before. And you've made speculations - everyone has, so don't feel ashamed. It's quite easy to. Since the second her mother discovered that Naomi had a voice, her daughter was no longer her daughter, but a blank slate. And she's painted on her. Her manager painted on her. Her label painted on her. Hollywood has made various illustrations on her, so much so that it's not hard to describe Naomi, at times, as manufactured. Despite how much most singers and entertainers want to believe that they come into mainstream Hollywood with the intent on changing the systematic forms of oppression, at the end of the day, those oppressions persist and in Naomi's case, they sell. Especially sex. Naomi was created to be the girl that every guy, older and younger, wants and every other girl longs to be like. She's talented, there's no taking that away from her. Her voice is something special, she picks on choreography easily and can make up some on her own, and she's quite skillful with writing lyrics and playing instruments. But still, she has never been and, considering how thorough her mother's machinations have been, she might always be resigned to this fate, so far lost in this double consciousness that sometimes, she doesn't know which part of herself is the real Naomi and the Nomi they've created.

And because of this, it is very easy for Naomi to seem rather closed-off and rather blunt. Again, there are those speculations. Despite the rave reviews from Nicki Minaj, how much BeyoncΓ© thinks she's a sweetheart, or how at home Trey Songz felt when he was invited into her Los Angeles penthouse, Naomi is still considered a bit of an ice queen, but that is far from the truth. For one, Naomi doesn't believe in sugar-coating truths for people and some might even say that that's part of her appeal. That she's so refreshingly honest, even if she's simply still telling a lie. After all, no one sugar-coated what they wanted from her in the industry and Naomi, in her core, doesn't believe in lying. Not unless people start turning the more personal questions to herself, and that is when she shuts off. Which is more of a defense mechanism than her being a liar, but it's probably best to never bring that up to her. Also, Naomi is simply composed. Combined with her label's control over her persona is her mother's upper-crust lifestyle from London, leaving Naomi to be nothing short of debonair and graceful. She is to warrant respect and admiration, maybe a bit of lust, but she is to remain a mystery. And she is, even to those who seek to control her. After all, Naomi isn't completely subjective to the manipulation around her. Despite how much she's been told not to be friends with everyone since they might not actually be in it for friendship (and despite the people she has been requested to be around aren't in it for friendship either), those aforementioned speculations on her character are from people who don't know the girl who would cook for all of the residents on her block for dinner. The same one who would take over the rent for her roommates so that they could struggle less. Who would spend time giving vocal lessons to children and just being with them to see them smile. Who would visit a fan in a hospital, even if it wasn't on her schedule, with a large teddy bear, candy, toys, and balloons just for the heck of it. Not many people would know that Naomi is far more compassionate than she was designed to be. In a way, that's how she rebels, clinging to what her heart wants rather than what someone else wants. However, it does not take away the fact that Naomi is still hypersexualized and objectified, not just by a board of powerful men and society, but by the one person in her life who should've been protecting her from it.

Which has lent to a Naomi whose voice can only be heard on stage, never on her own behalf. It leaves it easy for people to think she's uncaring because she normally internalizes, so much so that someone would never know how much damage they've done to her or even what she's harboring on the inside. And it's a lot, a lot more than she'll ever admit. Naomi is far more broken than her soft smiles will ever give away, and it's even easy for her to hide it from herself. After all, as long as it remains on the inside, she doesn't come off as weak as she (and her mother) thinks she is. Naomi is self-deprecating, always her worst critic and blaming herself for her predicaments, sometimes even for the things that happen around her. While she'll be protective, in that quiet and always-watching-over-my-little-ducklings-and-ready-to-cut-a-bitch kind of way, for those she cares about, it's hard for her to associate that kind of care and concern with something that she is deserving of. In other words, Naomi doesn't even know her own worth. After all, if her mother never thought her wroth anything to protect and she's only been met with a sort of violence from the same people who basically own her career, why should she protect herself? At least, these are the thoughts she has but never says out loud. After all, admitting such insecurities is weakness and no matter how much her very core trembles with the weight of holding up their expectations and subjugation, she has to stand strong. Even if her soul says it can't take anymore.



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{ "If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.”}
~ Shannon Alder



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LIKES
β–²Cooking and baking β–²Singing and dancing β–²Versace, House of Dereon, Moschino, Juicy Couture, Herve Leger, Mara Hoffman, Balenciaga, Celine, & Louboutin β–²Passionate sex and gentle lovemaking β–²All types of festivals β–²Fireworks β–²Doughnuts, especially chocolate-glazed ones β–²The Farmer's Market β–²β–²β–²Shopping w/ friends β–²Her hair, even in its curly state β–²Being with family and friends β–²Red wine β–²Long hot baths with jasmine-scented bath oils β–²Playing the piano and acoustic guitar β–²Seeing other people's dreams come true β–²R&B and other soulful music β–²Music: the way it sounds, is produced, feels, and how it can affect everyone β–²Kissing and being kissed β–²Being away from Hollywood β–²Cherries



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{ "I don't hate you...I just don't like that you exist.”}
~ Gena Showalter Seduce the Darkness



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DISLIKES
β–ΌProcessed Foods β–ΌPessimism and not believing in the good β–ΌHer makeup stylists and wardrobe specialists β–ΌDreadlocks β–ΌKid Cupid β–ΌWearing as little clothing as her label wants her to β–ΌBigotry, racism, colorism β–ΌNot being able to sing her music β–ΌMost Fast Food or Take-Out Spots β–ΌReality television β–ΌMeaningless flings and sex β–ΌHer mother β–ΌA child's tears β–ΌBullies or anyone messing with people she cares about β–ΌHerself {Most of the time} β–ΌTwizzlers and a good number of licorice based products β–ΌDiets and being told what to eat β–ΌThe paparazzi and tabloids β–ΌPhoto shoots



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{ "Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”}
~ Elisabeth KΓΌbler-Ross



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PLACE OF IMPORTANCE
Brixton, London, UK {0-10 yrs. old}|| Atlanta, GA, USA {10-14 yrs old}|| Los Angeles, CA {14-18 yrs. old}|| Brixton, Paris, Berlin, & Austria {18-20 yrs. old}|| Los Angeles, CA {20-23 yrs. old}|| San Francisco, CA {23-current}

FAMILY TREE: PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE
Mother|| Chinyere Falahee|| Momager|| Living
Biological Father|| Jacob Hart|| Forensic Anthropologist & College Instructor|| Living
Step-Father|| Jackson Falahee|| Corporate Lawyer|| Living
Younger Half Sister|| Hadiyah Falahee|| Women's Studies Major at UC Berkeley|| Living
Ex-Fiancee|| Nicholas Yamada|| HUB Club Owner|| Living
Ex-Boyfriend & Collaborator|| Michael "Kid Cupid" Davidson|| Rapper|| Living


HAPPIEST MEMORY
"There are two moments that truly made me smile, so much that I'm close to tears just thinking about them."
The first and foremost memory will always be when her younger sister said her first word. Naomi was six at the time and while her mother was out and about on odd jobs, she was at home watching her baby sister. Hadiyah had been questionable when it came to saying Mama and Chinyere thought there was something wrong. But when Naomi taught her to say her name, Hadiyah gurgled before blurting out, "Mimi." It didn't matter how much Chinyere frowned, that day has always been special to Naomi and she still teases her sister about it to this day. The second memory isn't really a memory, but a series of memories - a feeling. Warmth and safety. She remembers knowing Nicholas loved her, but the one thing that has remained with her is the feeling of safety he was able to provide. She hadn't felt that way in a long time.


SADDEST MEMORY
The first wouldn't really be a sad memory as it is a traumatic one. It was a photo shoot for Maxim and it was just after Naomi turned nineteen. She was still growing acclimated to wearing more revealing items of clothing and during the shoot, she ended up wearing only a jacket and underwear. After a few poses, the photographer demanded that she take the jacket off. It hurt because she looked at her mother - rather pointedly and looking very uncomfortable, Hadiyah would note later - but Chinyere demanded that she do it. She had still been able to cover herself, but there were so many people watching, Naomi felt like she was on an auction. The second was having to break up with Nicholas. She had told a lot of lies to cover things up, but the worst and most painful was telling him that she didn't love him.



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{ "The past is never where you think you left it.”}
~ Katherine Anne Porter



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HISTORY
Naomi is a product of a black man from Brixton trying to make it out of his impoverished neck of the woods and a rich little girl from the more elite side of London. Chinyere, at the time, had been the apple of her father's eye and taking a sociology course during her freshman year, a course Jacob took on as an anthropology and biology double-major. There was no class held in Brixton, just research that Chinyere wanted to do and Jacob happened to have partially the same idea. They met, they talked, it was nice, and soon enough, they were dating. It wasn't like Chinyere was looking for romance. Jacob was, but she definitely wasn't. Jacob just so happened to be someone her father wouldn't approve of and every girl has a moment in her life when she wants to rebel against her father's expectations, if only for a moment. And it was fun and nice. Jacob was definitely attractive, had that intellectual appeal coupled with a bad boy edge, and Chinyere was the opposite of a good number of the girls Jacob had been with. However, things ended about seven months later and after a week of being sick, Chinyere discovered herself pregnant and very much single. Jacob had left for a summer abroad program in Japan and she, originally, didn't care to notify him about it. Instead, she turned to her family only to be shunned. Not only did she mess with a guy her father would have never had approved of (not to mention Jacob was darker-skinned than anyone in their family and that just would not do), but she was pregnant out of wedlock and only eighteen. Chinyere thought his wrath would be as simple as her being grounded or forced to get an abortion. She had never fathomed her father would disown her and have her mother and sister do the same.

Once seeing that she was unable to get support from her family, an emotional and well, poor, Chinyere went to Jacob's family, who rejected her as well. His mother knew from day one that she did not care about him as much as he had cared for her, and refused to let some elitist whore shove some baby on their doorsteps. Mrs. Hart didn't even trust that the unborn child was his. So, rejected by both his family (who failed to notify him of the pregnancy) and her own, Chinyere was left to give up her full scholarship to school since they didn't allow pregnant studies at such a prestigious institute, move to a section of Brixton with a few friends, and waited out her pregnancy. Before Naomi was born, she had worked several different small jobs, her education and work experience at the time being enough to gain her some money. However, little rich girl Chinny who had never cared for anyone other than herself, had a tiny mouth to feed and a body to dress - a body that would always have to grow. Naomi, at a young age, had to get used to hand-me-downs and repaired items of clothing, only rarely getting something extremely new. Chinyere struggled and hated the way her life had been set up, and even blamed her daughter to some extent. However, she couldn't blame neither Naomi or Hadiyah for being pregnant with the latter when Naomi was only six. It seemed to be an endless cycle of being fucked over for Chinyere and she hated the idea of having to not live the luxurious life she had been afforded years before. She had just been on last wit's end when she came home from work to hear one of the tenants at their current apartment playing the guitar, the whisper of a lullaby along the notes she was playing. However, that was not what captivated her. No, it was the very crystal clear melodious sounds erupting from her eldest child's mouth. From there on, Chinyere schemed a brilliant future, even if it meant taking away her eldest child's childhood.

Seducing her way back into her second baby daddy's good graces, she got him to leave his current fiancΓ©e and propose to her. It was only around Naomi's ninth year of living, however, that she allowed her daughter to sing in front of him. Chinyere had timed it perfectly. She needed to bide her time in England with him so that it wouldn't look like what it was, make him think she loved him and that the girls loved him. At least, Hadiyah did since he was her father, and Naomi did as well to some extent, but when she sang his favorite Aretha Franklin song after a dinner, Chinyere saw her future quite clearly. After all, Jackson - originally from America - dabbled in a few choice business endeavors, one of which had something to do with Hollywood. However, he wouldn't move them immediately to Los Angeles like Chinyere would have wanted. Unlike Chinyere, who chose to see Naomi's talent as a way to never have to struggle again and show what she's capable of to the families that abandoned her (not at all taking into consideration that it was more of her daughter's talent that would be doing the work), he saw Naomi as a potentially great artist and he wanted to strengthen it. So, for the entire year before moving, he had her attending vocal lessons with a very skilled vocal trainer from Cambridge, an engagement Naomi participated in every two days after school. Soon, the year would pass and the family would move over to Atlanta to meet with some executives and the man who would later become Naomi's manager. For the next four years, Naomi underwent extreme training. She spent less time in school and with tutors, constantly attending etiquette classes, hip hop classes, dance lessons, vocal training - all ways to assimilate her in the R&B/pop world. Naomi wouldn't be able to tell you who the girl was that lived next door, mostly because she wouldn't know. She barely had time to make friends, Hadiyah had the childhood. Not Naomi. Soon, she was fourteen and Cash Money Billionaire Records was looking at her after the many YouTube videos Naomi (more like her mother) posted. She was talent, a fresh face, an attractive - she was marketable and they liked it. So, once more, Naomi was moving.

And then she met Kid Cupid. At least, he didn't introduce himself to her as such. He was just Michael, wanted to be a rapper under the label his father owned, and had a habit of doing whatever he wanted. He was rebellious, fun, hard, and Naomi was a bit intrigued. She had never been able to actually date anyone and Michael had that edge of danger that originally captivated her. His haughtiness and overall arrogance was not attractive, but during those young years, she had been able to look over it. They dated without anyone having to force her...until she discovered Michael's drug abuse and knew he would be far from the one for her. However, after being seen so many times with the same group, it was impossible for the board to not see them as a potentially great couple, at least for publicity means. She was the new good girl on Hollywood's block, he was the repudiated bad boy. It garnered media attention and Naomi was asked to simply act. Besides, she didn't hate Kid. He was still pretty cool, they played video games with the others who would later become a part of her entourage, and he still wasn't that controlling. However, the next three years would prove to be the most trying thus far because his drug abuse grew more evident, there were various articles, and he became...handsy. He never sexually assaulted her, but he had no issues reminding her that no one would care if she did. Naomi belonged to him, in a way. And even when she told her mother, Chinyere simply told her to stop acting like a little baby. She was getting a dream come true. Naomi was becoming friends with BeyoncΓ©, having dinners with Janet Jackson, and even performing for various events and guests. She was becoming a big name because of the label - because of the kid. And her mother wouldn't let her leave just because of something as simple as being uncomfortable. So, Naomi sucked it up.

And sucked it up...and sucked it up...regardless of the bruises Kid left behind when she consistently refused his demands for sex. Why should she complain about being objectified when she was winning awards, deals, collaborations? Like her mother said, this was all a dream come true. However, the real dream come true for Naomi came in the form of Evangeline Babineaux and Nicholas Yamada, her best friend and the first and only guy Naomi has ever fallen in love with. Her entourage frequented the club scene and came across the HUB. Kid, like always, got too rowdy and Naomi had been busy talking it up with Evangeline, whom she had just met and became immediate friends with. A few agonizing seconds late and Kid was ready to go, grabbing Naomi a little too roughly and practically dragging her to the door. Nicholas had stepped in just in time and maybe a bit of it had been hero worship at the time, but Naomi was interested from the second Kid was trapped in a police car and taken away to a station. Whatever her and Nicholas started out having was kept secret for the entire first year and Naomi fell hard. She felt warm and free with him, able to show what she had learned from the cooks at her estate, and, more importantly, she was safe. He didn't seem to care about the girl on stage, purring about sex in a skimpy outfit that would make Madonna choke. So, it wasn't a surprise to even Evangeline when Naomi said yes to his proposal. However, she made the mistake of wearing the ring back to LA one day and her mother flipped. But Naomi held steadfast, so her mother took it further. She told Kid and the label, the former who went off. So far that Naomi's body ached the following day and not enough makeup could hide all of the bruises. But no one would fault him for it. He was the CEO's son and Naomi belonged to the label. She was their property and as Kid said, she needed to end things with Nick or Kid's crew would come after him. And, after being beaten as hard as she had been, Naomi was rightfully scared. So, she lied and told Nick she didn't love him, gave him the ring back, and made it at least to Evangeline before crying.

But her real breakdown would be nearly six months later. Naomi had lost weight and was rather despondent, not even pretending to put up a fight against whatever her mother wanted. It should have alerted Chinyere to something, it worried her real friends in the entourage, Hadiyah and Jackson. It all came to a head after a particular rowdy night at a club in Bel Air that Naomi broke. She hadn't drank nearly as much as the others, but when they stopped at a hotel for a quick costume change, she told her friends she was going on the balcony for fresh air. Luckily, at least one of the guys caught her just in time before she fell over. Of course, the label covered it up, claimed Naomi had been too drunk and got her to reiterate that. And Naomi was comfortable with comforting her mother with that lie. She didn't think Chinyere would have cared anyway. But it was enough to let her know that she needed to leave. So, while doing whatever photo shoot she was required to do, Naomi rented out a three bedroom apartment in San Francisco, got it filled with furniture, and once everything was secure, she took off the weave she was known for, and straightened out her own hair. No one would recognize it and with the help of her entourage, what with one of the girls posing as Naomi going out for beach fun, she hightailed it in her less expensive SUV and left for San Francisco, not even bothering to tell Nicholas she would be nearby. She needed the escape and in the next year and a half, Naomi gained some weight back, experimented with her hair, grew accustomed to being away from Hollywood, and simply being with at least someone who cared. It pissed her label and mother off, and they originally demanded that she returned, but Naomi promised to come back when they needed her. It wasn't like she was doing anything but living, and it still pisses Chinyere off because she no longer has as much control, but it was enough to make Naomi feel like she's maintaining something. Over what, she still has yet to figure out. Too bad she's not exactly healed yet either.



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{ "Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.”}
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems



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I am the diamond you left in the dust
I am the future you lost in the past
Seems like I never compared
Wouldn't notice if I disappeared

You stole the love that I saved for myself
And I watched you give it to somebody else
But these scars no longer I hide
I found the light you shut inside
Couldn't love me if you tried

Am I still not good enough?
Am I still not worth that much?
I'm sorry for the way my life turned out
Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now
Guess I'm still not good enough

Does it burn
Knowing I used all the pain?
Does it hurt
Knowing you're fuel to my flame?
Don't look back
Don't need your regrets
Thank God you left my love behind
Couldn't change me if you tried

Am I still not good enough?
Am I still not worth that much?
I'm sorry for the way my life turned out
Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now
Guess I'm still not good enough

Release your curse
'Cause I know my worth
Those wounds you made are gone
You ain't seen nothing yet
Your love wore thin
And I never win
You want the best
So sorry that's clearly not me
This is all I can be

Am I still not good enough?
Am I still not worth that much?
I'm sorry for the way my life turned out
Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now
Guess I'm still not good enough



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❣Face Claim: Gugu Mbatha-Raw❣
❣Naomi has a net worth of $50 million. She's the current face of House of Dereon, the face of the "Provocateur" line of Victoria's Secret, has a "Pretty Gurl" line in MAC cosmetics, and has appeared on the cover of Vogue twice.❣
❣Nomi has had three albums, all of which has reached at least number ten or nine on the Billboards Top Thirteen.❣
❣Because she doesn't need the money, Nomi sometimes volunteers with [Cory Monteith] in his vocal classes as a teacher for the girls.❣
❣Naomi has produced, with the help of a few friends, her own mixtape, which went against the image her label wanted.❣
❣Naomi has collaborated with several different artists such as Nicki Minaj, Kendrick Lamarr, Drake, J. Cole, & Trey Songz.❣
Available on iTunes
(Her top tracks from her last three albums)
Private Propety|| NomiIzMe ft. Kid Cupid
Masterpiece|| NomiIzMe ft. Kid Cupid
DNA|| NomiIzMe
Can't Get Enough|| NomiIzMe
Louder|| NomiIzMe
Trini Dem Girls|| Nicki Minaj ft. NomiIzMe & Lunchmoney Lewis
Get On Your Knees|| Nicki Minaj ft. NomiIzMe


So begins...

Naomi Ekwensi-Hart's Story

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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!”


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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...

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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: 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,"

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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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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.