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Genneya Shanks

"We could go to class...or we could get slurpies at 7-Eleven."

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by chanelindistress

Description

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Full Name
Genneya Elizabeth Shanks

Nickname(s)
"If you can't pronounce Genneya but can pronounce some random Easter European name with all of the different vowel sounds and what-not, I'm calling you on being racist, end of the story. For my friends, I let them call me Gigi. It's simple and it's not a lot of work for them. I have a few that call me Naya, whichc is kinda cool cuz I love me some Naya Rivera. She's so awesome. But Tink is the only nickname that only my sister can call me. I hate when she does it in public, though. When I was a baby, I was obssessed with Tinker Bell and she dressed me up as her once for Halloween. I don't remember this at all, but she swears that I wouldn't let her take the costume off of me while I was still awake. Nevertheless, the name sticks."
Tinka B or Tink {Only by her big sister} || Gigi or Naya {Common; mostly used by friends}

Date of Birth
February 22, 2004

Age
Twelve

Star Sign
Pisces

Nationality
African-American

Ethnicity
Some Haitian and some unspecified African descent

Sexual Orientation || Sexual History || Relationship History || Relationship Status
"I honestly don't know what you people expect from me. I'm twelve. Does it look like I've even thought of sex yet? I still get weirded out by the idea of my parents going at it, let alone actually doing it myself. I'm not even gonna lie and say I haven't had my first kiss yet since I had to prepare for acting roles, but geesh, guys! What kinda kid do you take me for?"


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Height
5'3

Weight
101 lbs

Body Shape
Banana

Body Type
Ectomorph

Shape of Face
Oval

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Eye Color
Brown

Skin Tone
Deep Brown

Hair Color
Dark brown

Hair Length
Long

Hairstyle(s)
Varies day-to-day {Currently in box braids}

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Physical Impairments
None

Distinguishing Marks
None

Piercings
Lobe Piercing {Both}

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Style of Dress
Definitely girly

Upkeep
Kim Kimble Bounce Back Curl Hair Products
Bellaboo Skincare Products
Personal Chef
Monthly Spa Sessions
Trained Gymnast & Dancer

Overall Attractiveness
9 out of 10 on the cute meter

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Special Skills
"I may not have above a four point zero like Ya Ya or speak more than two languages like she can, but I definitely do have a few skills, thank you very much."
Jazz, Ballet, Contemporary, Freestyle & Hip Hop Dancing. Ice Skating. Cheerleading. Gymnastics. Singing. Acting. Sketching.

Strength(s)
Genneya is a magnanimous performer and she's an entertainer. She doesn't just make a rapt audience; she makes an audience want to get up and dance with her or even believe whatever she is selling as an actress. It's probably a good thing that she's not exactly adept at using her convincing acting skills to her advantage as a manipulator because she'd probably get a lot of people under her thumb. Another good thing about her is her kindness. Aisha hasn't let her wealth, successes nor her social status enable entitlement nor an uppity-ness. She's nice to a lot of her classmates, even to the chagrin of those who think she shouldn't be. It's not to say that Aisha is going out of her way to befriend each and every non-popular student, but one can definitely say that she's one cool kid who is genuinely liked and for good reason.

Weakness(es)
The fact of the matter is that despite all of her successes and what is surely to come, in terms of her social life at Buckley, her classmates have gotten in her head. She has her sister to depend on when she's really having problems and needs advice, but at the end of the day, she feels like she's not doing enough. Genneya is at a crossroads. Because being a Cool Kid is such a precarious position, should she do what it takes and try to elevate herself socially so that she lives up to the Shank family reputation that her sister has set forth? Or does she stay satisfied with being where she is, despite so many of her fellow popular people wanting to just throw her down the rabbit hole to one of the unpopular cliques? Will that disappoint her sister?

Mental or Behavioral Disabilities?
None.


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Greatest Joy(s)
• Spending Time with Her Big Sister, Aaliyah • Her Family and How Much They Support Her • Dancing • Her Life and Still Being Able to Be A Child Despite Her Career

Greatest Fear(s)
• Ever Letting Her Sister Down • Most Rodents and Insects • Zombie Apocalypse • Not Amounting to Anything

Priorities
• Be Able to Not Be Too Influenced By the Other Middle School Popular Kids • Maintain Her Grades • Have Fun • Not Lose Sight of Who She Is

Life Philosophy
"Ya Ya told me this quote once before. She does that sometimes. But it was one of the ones that resonated the most with me. I like to believe that I'm not like a lot of the other Cool Kids, the ones who always want to become more popular and eventually be considered one of the un-touchables. Or whatever you wanna call them. But that means becoming someone you're not and I don't want that. I know I'm supposed to care about elevation, but I want to be a good person. I don't wanna spend my entire educational career always seeking out the things I don't have or lowering myself to fit some mold. So, I try to be a good person each and every day. I'm not the best and I can accept that, but I like to think that I'm liked enough and that I'm not the type of person I wouldn't recognize in the mirror."
"We become what we want to be by consistently being what we want to become each day."
~ Richard G. Scott


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Good Personality Traits
Charismatic || Confident || Vivacious || Amicable || Energetic || Generous || Observant || Witty || Cunning || Ambitious

Bad Personality Traits
Tactless || Erratic || Melodramatic || Vindictive || Impatient || Trusting || Impulsive || Quirky || Sarcastic || Blunt

Personality
There is a notable difference between the Shank siblings that most will become aware of in the first ten seconds of being in their presence at the same time. While the eldest is definitely a dominant creature with a silence one can't help but feel threatened by, the youngest - a one Genneya Shank - is far from quiet. As it is known that her sister is the queen of underhanded antics and machinations, for all her sweetness, Genneya is the complete opposite. She doesn't take the time to think about the things she says, especially when she's nervous which is even worse than her at her normal. On a regular basis, Gigi firmly believes in not having a filter, saying the first thing that comes to her mind no matter whose feelings she hurts. Now, that could be a good thing. It means she's a relatively honest person and she'll be one individual one wouldn't have to worry about what they're thinking or how to please them. She'll tell you. She's probably one of the few people you won't have to worry about hearing that she spoke about you behind your back. Gigi probably said it to your face, if pushed. It can be endearing, charming even, because she obviously wishes at times that she was better. That she had a bit more of the grace and self-control that her big sister does. At the same time, this lack of tact can definitely be seen as an annoyance and to the chagrin of others, especially those who are receptive to being the source of her unfiltered thoughts and words. Most of the time, though, it's obvious that Gigi doesn't mean to hurt feelings when she does, but there are instances - especially in the face of someone who thinks they have power over her or can tell her what to do - where she just doesn't care. And if she feels a thing in her heart of hearts, best believe that you'll hear about it and whether or not you feel offended is a problem you better solve on your own because she's not wasting her time. It's worse, however, when she's nervous.

Possessing a great well of energy and optimism, Genneya is a rather charming young lady with an easy way of making friends. She has a way of making each and every person that she encounters feel welcomed, whether just in her presence or along some crazy little adventure she and her friends are bound to embark on. For all her blunt mannerisms that definitely remind you that she is still quite young and has room to grow, the one thing that Genneya would definitely say is her greatest flaw is the fact that she is a babbler. Honestly, she can't help it. And most of the time, her best friends can't help but think it's adorable. Gigi just has a rather positive outlook on life and she's so bright and genuinely just trying to be a kid that all of the energy not spent on her actions spews forth in her words, particularly when she's nervous. She'll clumsily reveal her own thoughts in that light, not meaning to, and definitely feeling flustered afterwards. But at this point, it's just another charming attribute that one either learns to contend with or just live an entire existence without a bundle of endless joy in your life. Which is what Gigi is. There's a reason, after all, that she has maintained a her social standing in the popular crowd of the lower school and it has less to do with either her sister or familial wealth, and more to do with the fact that Gigi is genuinely a fun person. Yes, she can be quite dramatic, impatient, headstrong, impulsive, smart-mouthed and seemingly all over the place with her eagerness to just be the pre-teen that she is. She wouldn't be Gigi if she was not all of those things. At the same time, there is no kinder person that you will meet and boldly kind, at that.

While there are many in her clique who would choose to shit on their classmates and act like their shit don't stink, Genneya isn't that person. She's not out to be besties with every single kid in the lower school division, but she's definitely not making enemies and trying to treat them like they're less than dirt. Gigi is the type to not condone unnecessary bullying nor being mean to a person just because. It's one thing to tell yourself that you're above a person. It's a completely different story, as she was lectured by her sister, to exert your dominance over them in neanderthal ways. It just proves that you're no better and that you have no class. And Gigi was never the type to begin with. She greets her classmates without fail, even if they are in a different clique and she has no problem with working with a person outside of her clique for assignments. For her, especially because she's worked as a dancer and gymnast with girls and boys who would be in different cliques than herself outside of school, a social hierarchy - though apparent everywhere - seems unnecessary and honestly tiresome. So, she doesn't spend her time being a bitch. She just exists and in the liveliest way she can. And if it happens that someone in a clique higher than herself feels as though she's being purposefully disobedient and, worst, disrespectful to the structures that be, well, then that's their problem because Genneya dares a person to tell her what she can and can't do. Regardless of not wanting to be anything like a Junior Royalist, she's definitely got an indomitable fire in her. It's what her sister and mother both instilled in her, after all.

At the end of the day, Genneya does have her actual bad personality traits. Some might find her a bit too much because she's so adamant that her friends need to try all of the clothes in her closet now because she will be darned if she's caught dead with one of them wearing that ugly striped shirt again. She might be a bit too dramatic and ready to huff and puff her way into an aneurysm over the fact that Ashley said this and that about her, and then had the audacity to smile in her face afterwards. She can be too trusting at times, because she's too busy believing that everyone else is going to be as upfront as she is, and she definitely wears her heart on her sleeve. She doesn't always watch her mouth, she's probably one of the most impatient children known to man, and believe it or not, for all her good girl antics, there is a side of her that is willing to get back at people for any disrespect towards her friends. However, there's also no denying that Genneya is a good friend. She sticks up for those she cares about and she has the capacity to forgive, though she definitely never forgets. And if there's anyone who's going to fangirl over Cameron Dallas with you, stay up and watch all of the music videos you can think of, and even belting our your favorite songs at the top of your lungs, it's definitely going to be her. So why hate the bad when you can embrace them, and still get the good?


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Short Term Goals
"I guess, you could say that I'm genuinely just trying to have a good time, get ready to shoot this next season of Project MC2 and keep up my grades. School is definitely not my strongest suit, obviously. I'm not the sibling for that, apparently. I get mostly Bs and Cs with an A here or there, but that's usually a lot of work. So I think I'm focused since it's pretty much the middle of the year anyway, to do better. I'm definitely nowhere near failing and I'm not at all passionate about it, but I wanna try. At least, for my own self. I've been preparing for this tv series that I did a season of and didn't know if we'd do another, so it would be great to really focus on that during the upcoming winter break. Even though we all know winter does not exist in Twinkle City. Ya Ya is helping me with remembering lines before the sit down in her spare time cuz she's awesome like that, so I think that's the only thing that could probably go under long term goals as well, but whatever. I just like acting and I wanna be lost in it as quickly as possible because shooting and being with my cast mates is awesome!"

Long Term Goals
"Is this really a thing right now? Don't I have enough pressure on me as it is? I'm twelve, about to be thirteen. I'm not even thinking of next year right now. I'm thinking that I want to dance, act, and do whatever I can do in the time that I have, I don't have my life drawn out for me or outlined. I honestly don't think about being married and having kids. I AM a kid. I definitely don't wanna think about having any. I don't even wanna think about puberty, even though I'm apparently in the middle of it. I don't think about my first Grammy or becoming a world famous choreographer. Those things sound nice, but I'm not sitting here at every turn planning out what the next ten or twenty years are gonna look like for me. I just have ideas and people who support those ideas. As of right now, my long term goal is to be a kid for as long as I can, all things considered."

Aspirations
"Ummmm...I'm twelve. I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to not have any aspirations. Which is good because I don't really have any. I'm an eleven year old dancer and singer who's done more in her eleven blessed years than most adults have in their forty plus lives. After all that I've done, I don't need to have any aspirations. I'm living someone's right now. But I will say that, jobs and future jobs aside, the one thing that I would want for myself is to be happy. And yes, I'll definitely steal that from Beyonce."


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Hometown
Holmby Hills, CA, USA

Upbringing
Unlike her older sister, there are no real emotional ties to the city of Detroit where her family had originally settled. In fact, all that Genneya knows is Sun City or Twinkle Town, or whatever everyone else is calling Los Angeles. All Gigi knows is that when Suzanne was really getting the hang of Wall Street and making it her stomping grounds upon which she would build a financial empire, her father was an old friend that she re-connected with. They had known one another as children, but drifted apart during her college years. Surprisingly enough, though, they had kept one another's numbers in their phone books and went about their lives. Somehow or another - Gigi likes to call it fate, even though Aaliyah promptly reminds her that fate couldn't keep them together - they both wound up in Detroit and things just clicked for them. For a little while at least. Suzanne hadn't really dealt with the loss of her husband, who was the father of her two older children. Aisha knows that there was a still-born in between herself and Aaliyah, and there was a point where Suzanne hadn't wanted another child because she had lost both that baby and her husband. She had just wanted to focus on her career and the children she did have. But, as fate would have it, Genneya was born and the rest has pretty much been history.

Though she has to deal with people pointing out that Aaliyah seems disinterested or unimpressed with most things - and even things like possibly feeling above most things and people - the one person during her childhood that Gigi could honestly say was the most involved was her big sister. She doesn't remember the diaper changes or even the time when she was two years old and demanded to watch Yo Gabba Gabba in Aaliyah's bedroom even though she had a nursery with a rather impressive television. She barely even remembers when her father walked away that one time and never looked back. But she does remember when it clicked in her brain that she was legitimately doing gymnastics and her big sister was sitting there in the stands, all proud like her mother should have been. To an extent, much like her grandmother pointed out and Aaliyah's own grandma (who treats Gigi like one of the others), Aaliyah is her other mother. There's no denying either how much Suzanne cares, though. There's always a performance or photo shoot that Aaliyah is recording for her or doing a live chat so that Suzanne could see with her own eyes on those long trips to New York or Detroit. But in terms of how well a person Genneya is and how confident and accomplished she is, she can't help but owe it to her sister. It was Aaliyah who spent late nights with her in the gym and helping her stretch. Aaliyah who pushed in the first place for her to be involved with whatever she wanted since it would keep Gigi occupied and active. And it is still Aaliyah who does her hair when she's feeling like the world is coming down on her because one plait keeps alluding her.

As it stands, Gigi can honestly say that she's had a blessed childhood. She has never felt unloved nor as if she wasn't supported. She definitely recognizes that she's rather privileged, especially in comparison to her fellow dancers and even some of her classmates. But that privilege has yet to truly go to her head. And she's had so many successes and honestly the life that many wish they could. She more than likely has been a bit sheltered and she wouldn't necessarily be equipped to face the real world on her own, but she's also twelve. There are still life lessons for her to learn yet.

Childhood Hero
"If someone else were to say it, they would be kissing her butt and I might smack them for loving my sissy as much as I do. No one else supports me the way that she does. She literally argued mommy down for me about dancing and doing whatever I wanted. There's never been a recital or performance that she's missed and rarely a photo shoot she hasn't overseen herself. And have you seen her? Who wouldn't look up to her? I still do."
Her big sister, Aaliyah

Dream Job
"I've embraced the fact that I'm weird and being the weirdo that I am, I liked the idea of being a dentist. You get to touch people's gums and it feels weird, and probably weirder with rubber gloves. I was here for it. Then I wanted to be a vet."
Dentist

Pet(s)
"We didn't get Jinxuntil about hree years ago. I was too busy and I didn't wanna put so much on Ya Ya. And I was never gonna count those monstrosities she calls her babies anything but demons. The only creature I liked was Chase. All I did was try to pet Toby in his cage and like the devil's spawn he is, he bit me! She said my hand was too close to his head instead of somewhere else on his body and that I was being too slow, so he got scared. I don't care. I haven't touched him or his sister since."

Education
"Buckley is the only school I have ever known."
The Buckley School

Social Class
"Let's see...my mother is THE leading financial titan on Wall Street and who's company is worth two trillion dollars. I also happen to be a dancer and actress. I'm pretty sure there's nothing working class about us save for our work ethics."
Upper Class


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Current Household
"She's not there all of the time obviously, but mommy lives with us. Work just takes her to the Detroit office a lot."

Pet(s)
"Again, I'm not counting those demons. I love my Jinxy poo and Chase though."

Secret(s)
Editing...

Summer Spent?
Editing...

Home
594 S Mapleton Drive, Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California

Gigi's Bedroom
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Transportation
"Well, obviously I'm not driving yet. Nine times out of ten, Damien is driving me because Sophie wakes up like she's got a real live nine to five job and the drive usually knocks her out. If he can't, a driver will. Sometimes, though, Ya Ya drives me, mainly when she doesn't have to deal with her floozies. That's usually the best. I mean, how much cooler can you get than having the queen of the entire school drive you to said school? Plus, we get food."

Family
Suzanne Shank || Mother || 41 || Living || President and CEO of Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co., LLC & Acting Chief Executive Officer of Muriel Siebert & Co.
"My relationship with mom is much different than what she has with Ya Ya. I'm not the one mommy says is the one she's looking to have take over when she wants to retire. Which is great for me because even if she did expect me to do anything in finance, I couldn't. I hate math. Leah loves it. At the same time, and I haven't told Leah this, it just feels like mommy doesn't expect much out of me. I know for a fact that she's proud that I'm putting my energy into something good and I'm not just sitting around and letting everyone take care of me. But I feel like I'm not doing enough, somehow. Daddy says I'm crazy and that it's honestly the fact that mommy isn't the most affectionate or emotional person. Ya Ya is like that too. But I know she loves me and she might not like much affection with other people, but she definitely loves it when I love on her."

Henry Walton || Father || 45 || Living || Estranged
"It does suck that my Dad walked out of my life like that. I think Nana, Ya Ya and Damien's grandma, said that he and mommy just didn't work out. I just don't see what that has to do with me. Even if you tell yourself that I'm good on finances because my mom is super rich, it doesn't mean that I wouldn't like my dad in my life. Aaliyah is such a killjoy cuz she's said something like, our house is the home of fatherless children, but at least she has memories with her dad. How am I supposed to remember things that happened when I was two or three?"

Aaliyah Shank || Sister || 17 || Living || High School Senior
"There's honestly no words to describe how...amazing I think Leah is. She's my big sister and with eleven years in between us, you wouldn't think we would be that close. A lot of my friends say that their big brother or sister treats them like they're a pest but that's not us. I can talk to Leah about any and everything. I know there are a lot of people intimidated and even afraid of her, and I get it because she's intense and obviously her greatness is too much to handle, but no one will know how loving she can be behind closed doors. I don't even think she knows. She's the smartest person I know and even I forget that she's my sister and definitely has flaws because sometimes, I look at her and see this person who has it all together. And even if she doesn't see it, even mommy admires her. She's so proud of her. Leah doesn't know it, but they had a big argument and mommy called the house. Leah didn't answer because it was her, but I did and we talked. At some point, mommy got real quiet and then asked how Leah was. I told her what she was doing and stuff but she told me that that wasn't what she asked. She wanted to know how Leah really was and that was when I knew that mommy does love her. More than she'll ever know. They're just both so silly about it and honestly they should just get locked in a closet and made to work their mess out."

Damien Bishaw-Shanks || Older Brother || 25 || Living || Second Lieutenant in the United States Army
"I know Leah would say otherwise, but I actually look at Damien like the cool older brother. Obviously, he still can't trump Ya Ya, but how many people can say that their big brother actually tries to do their hair? Again, it's obvious he sucks and Ya Ya would crucify him before she'd let him send me out of the house with lopsided pigtails, but the point is that he kinda keeps things light around the house. He's legit like the best buffer when mommy and Leah are about to start WWIII. It probably helps our relationship that he literally gets me a lot of candy, even though my coach and agent both say I don't need it."

Sophia Bishaw-Shanks || Niece || 2 || Living || Currently running the Shank Household
"In mommy's stead, Leah may have the final say in the house, but it's Sophia who runs everything and everyone. If Soph says it's time to watch Team Umi Zoomi, it's time to watch Umi Zoomi and you better sing along to shimmer and shine making it divine, darn it! Obviously I'm biased because she's my blood so of course, I'd automatically say that she's the best baby in existence, but Sophia really is the best baby in existence. Honestly, she's just proof that my family makes gorgeous children and if it weren't for the fact that I'm pretty sure she could kill me with a bobby pin if she wanted to, I'd say that I can't wait until Ya Ya gives me another niece or a nephew."


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Grade
"For all the crap I talk to Ya Ya about lower school, it's kinda scary that this is my last year in it. After this, if I stay here, I'm gonna have to deal with the big dogs and let me tell you, I am NOT looking forward to that. Especially without my sissy being here."
8th

Lifer? Newcomer?
"Definitely a lifer. Can't say I've been anywhere else."
Lifer

Clique?
The Cool Kids

Are you happy?
"I'd be lying if I said I was, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. It's honestly a win-win, lose-lose situation for me. On one hand, I don't know what it's like to be unpopular so I'm genuinely comfortable where I am and uncomfortable with the idea of being elsewhere. At the same time, it's so exhausting. No, Krystal, I don't wanna hear about how you think that music kid is a dork and how much you just wanna push him down the stairs. I hate the people that I have to deal with sometimes. But I'm also pretty sure that life would be far from perfect if I was anywhere else."

Would you change? To what?
"Not that I'm saying I want to because god forbid that the wrong person hears this...but I'd kinda like to be with the performers, maybe? I forget what they're called. They're...kinda my people...when I'm not at school. So, it's not really a surprise that I would want to be with them."

Clubs? Sports teams?
Musical Theater and PAWS

What are you looking forward to the most?
"Honestly, it's the parties. I know the upper school does their thing and that's cool, I guess. They have alcohol and I don't like alcohol, so there's the reason why I'm not exactly pressed to be involved with that any time soon. But we have parties too. Yeah, those parties might be at amusement parks and break way less rules than the upper school kids, but at least I'm not out here trying to be a heathen on my mommy's dime. But back to what I was saying, I like the parties. It's always an excuse to bug Leah to help me with getting an outfit together or all of my friends and I getting our nails done. And honestly, what kid doesn't want to have fun at an amusement park or skating rink?"

So begins...

Genneya Shanks's Story

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Aaliyah sighed softly, pausing in her fingerwork to stare at the thick mass of dark curls that sat before her. Tiny hunched shoulders remained steadfast in their defensive posture, as if by some miracle the stance would protect them from the vicious enemy. The vicious enemy being her fingers, which honestly weren't even as offensive as Genneya was making them out to be. "Genneya," she began quite calmly, which only served to make said pre-teen wince because despite the tranquil note to her sister's voice, Genneya knew for a fact that underlying it was an annoyance that Aaliyah hadn't allowed to reach her eyes yet. Aaliyah didn't speak for a moment, just reached over to her nightstand - over the sleeping toddler who had made herself quite comfortable tucked into Aaliyah's side after indulging in a few bites of Aaliyah's dessert - to pick up the bottle of The Dudes’ Grandma’s Pecan English Style Brown Ale. Aaliyah wasn't exactly a beer person per say, but their chef Lauren had always said that it paired excellently with her Salted Pretzel Toffee Bread Pudding with Stout Anglaise, whipped cream and candied pecans. And since it was rare for Aaliyah to turn down a dessert and she was supposed to be pre-gaming with her girls, she hadn't hesitated to snack on it (with her niece, Sophia's, help, of course) while sipping beer. While drinking, Aaliyah text Ace back, smirking to herself as she did so. Once she had two strong swallows, Aaliyah set the bottle back down and turned back to the task at hand, finishing her statement, "you have far too much hair to act like you're tender-headed. I'm literally just finishing the big cornrow on the left side and then I have to do the one on the right. I warned you that it was going to feel a little tight when I combined all of the cornrows."

"Yeah, but you didn't say that you were going to make it tight," Genneya whined, shooting a small glare Camila's way just for being in Aaliyah's room and not saving her. It definitely wasn't the senior's fault, but someone had to pay for her misgivings. Aaliyah raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, as if praying for a silent miracle, and then cut her eyes at the drawn curtains that led to her sitting area. She had let Juliette go in there and change and even had Genneya move the floor length mirror in there so that the brunette could see what she was trying on. "But you knew I was going to have to. Your hair doesn't stay in braids for too long unless I make them tight and I refuse to redo them simply because they're making you uncomfortable right now," Aaliyah explained, putting a bit of Kim Kimble's Bounce Back Curl Cream into the palm of her hands, rubbing them together, and then applying it to the braid she was working on. It wasn't going to take long to finish Genneya's hair, especially if Aaliyah managed to ignore her sister's pouting and flinching. Besides, she really did need to hurry if Gigi and Damien were going to sneak out of the house with Sophia sleep. The toddler would have demanded that she go to Glowzone with them and then that Genneya entertain her for the night as if the rest of her classmates weren't who Genneya were there for. "Fiiiiiinnne. But I'm telling Cyd that you're abusing me." That was enough to make Aaliyah roll her eyes. "Have at it then." And once Genneya pulled her phone out of her pocket, she very much did.

To: Cyd
Ur cuzzin is abusin me.

To: Cat
Ur lucky Leah doesn't do ur hair like she does mine. She's abusive D:

To: Ace
Cry me a river ;D

Soon enough, though, and much quicker than Genneya had expected, Aaliyah had finished her hair. It had never taken Aaliyah long to do her hair, anyway. "Alright, you better leave while this one," Leah nodded towards a sleeping Sophia who cuddled further into her side, small head creeping onto Aaliyah's lap, "is down for the count. Have fun. And don't let your brother get on any rides. Tonight is for all of you." If Genneya had truly heard any of what Aaliyah had said, the older Shanks girl wouldn't have known because the child rushed the slide back into her shoes and scoop of her phone and bag before dashing out of the room while exclaiming really fast, "Ok. Thank you. Love you. Bye!" With another sigh, Aaliyah relaxed back against her pillows, fixing Camila with a look. "One down, another one to go." The other one being Juliette. It wouldn't take Aaliyah too long to get ready, especially since her hair and makeup were already done. She had figured out her look for the night already and was quite comfortable with the idea of it. Juliette was always a completely different story. The girl was never really the first one prepared for a really casual party and she was always freaked out when she needed to prepare for one. And freaking out always entailed a shopping excursion Juliette's already stuffed closet didn't need. Speaking of, while Aaliyah reached for her beer again, she called over to the sitting area, "Jules, we're still waiting."

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks
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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cydnee's Outfit
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C A T . V A L E N T I N E

Dialogue Color: #a84468
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cat's Outfit
"Dammit, Cat, would you stop moving?" Cydnee growled, reaching to grab a Q-tip to erase the skewed eyeliner line that the sharp move of Cat's head had caused. After doing the girl's makeup so many times, Cydnee was pretty accustomed to literally having to hold her head in place with more physical force than she would ever use on any other client, but somehow, Cat always still managed to move around enough to mess things up. That was why it usually took Cydnee forty-five minutes to an hour to finish the look that was natural enough that only, ideally, should have taken twenty minutes, tops. Cat had a face and style that was cute more than it was sexy, which wasn't a bad thing, as it definitely worked for her, especially given her personality, but it also meant that Cydnee couldn't go all out and paint her face into something mature. There were times when she did like to experiment on Cat, but only when she knew that Cat wasn't actually going anywhere afterwards. Tonight, she left the girl with a clean and simple look, though she did plan on obliging in her request for sparkles, by covering her nude shaded eyes with some glitter... if she could ever get up to that point.

"I'm not moving," Cat objected, even though she definitely had been. She was growing reckless from having to sit still for so long, especially as Gigi's text arrived in her inbox, and she was reminded of how much fun she could be having right now. Not that the mention of Aaliyah alluded to fun, but just the reminder of Gigi did. "Remember to do sparkles! I love sparkles!" she added in though, as she did her best to keep her head still all while typing out a response to Gigi.

To: Gigi
What does your hair look like! Is it pretty!

"Really? You're not moving?" Cydnee questioned sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, as Cat opened her eyes mid eye liner application to answer her phone. Luckily, Cydnee had just about finished them up by then, and paused to read her own text from Gigi too. She had her own response for the girl, one that was meant half-playfully, but only because as much as she was joking, it wasn't uncommon for she and Aaliyah to settle their silly little squabbles with a sometimes less-than-playful hit or two.

To: Gigi
Pop that bitch right in the jaw. From my experience that's the only way she seems to learn who she is not gonna be messing with

"Just sit still so I can finish your eyes, and then I just need to use some setting spray on you and you'll be good," she insisted once her phone was resting on her vanity once again. She turned Cat's swivel chair slightly, so she was facing her better, and snatched the girl's phone from her hands before tossing it across the room where it landed on her bed with a gentle thud. "That's so you'll keep your eyes shut," she reasoned, pushing Cat's head back only slightly so the lighting hit her better.

Cat was going to do her best to remain still, especially now that her phone was nowhere within reach, but she didn't think it was necessary to stop moving her mouth when all Cydnee was working on was her eyes. "Me and you should totally skip Ace's party and go to Glowzone with Gigi instead! They have laser tag and mini golf there!"

"And Ace's house has vodka and tequila. Pretty sure one easily beats the other on the fun meter, Cat."

"That's what I'm saying! Laser tag is more fun than that!" Cat agreed enthusiastically, as if Cydnee had used her line as a reinforcement that Gigi's party sounded more fun too. "Alcohol doesn't even taste good."

"You don't drink it because it tastes good. I'll make you something tonight that tastes good enough and show you it's better than laser tag. Have you ever even tried it before?"

"One time when I was in second grade, I was at my communion at church and I drank wine," she offered, as if that really counted. "It tasted gross and a bunch of people drank out of the same cup right before me which is probably why I got strep throat the next day."

"That doesn't count," Cydnee said, too occupied with stepping back to examine Cat's face from afar to focus on giving her a deadpan expression at the girl for really thinking that that example counted. Her face looked good, even if the looks she gave Cat were never extremely memorable. Again, they couldn't be. It just wouldn't fit with who Cat was. Sometimes for that reason, combined with the fact that Cat was her friend (whether she wanted to admit that or not), Cydnee felt bad about still charging the girl. It was clear that Cat liked getting her makeup done at least in part out of having a desire to socialize, and it was sad that she had to pay for that, but Cydnee always had to remind herself that it was Cat who drove an Audi, not her. Cydnee had never been to Cat's house, and she honestly knew very little about the girl's upbringing, but she was pretty sure that she came from money. If not, there was no way that she would be so willing to spend $50 once a week or so, for Cydnee to do her makeup. "You look good," she said, after the final touches were done and she had sprayed the girl with a setting spray to keep everything in place.

With the final blessing that she could finally open her eyes and move, Cat spun around to face herself in Cydnee's mirror. "I do look good," she instantly beamed, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She had come to Cydnee's house completely ready for the party, and she didn't even consider that Cydnee would want time to herself now to get ready before going to the party. In her mind, they were going to the party together because... well, why not?! She did, however, know that she needed to reach out to some friends since Cydnee's dictator-styled makeover session had forced her to relinquish her phone for a bit, so the first thing that she did once she retrieved it was make a Snapchat video. Finding the cat filter, her favorite one, she began filming herself, saying, "Hey guys! Look how pretty Cydnee made me! I love her! Haha!", before flipping the camera to face the girl as Cat continued to laugh happily. She made sure to personally send it to Jasmine, Gigi, Ari, Juliette, Sabina, and Cydnee herself, before also posting it to her Story.

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Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery
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8th Grader
Soap Opera
hex code: #DA5858
location: house
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Jock
hex code: #862138
location: en route...sort of.
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Sabina set down her comb as she looked into her mirror. It wasn't the shiniest. The once-polished glass was now looking dusty, with splashes of discoloration. Sabina sighed as she started to part her light brown hair. Once that was done, Sabina slipped a golden hair tie on her right wrist and started braiding her hair.

As soon as Sabina secured her braid with her hair tie, she received a notification. The brunette picked up her iPhone 4 and checked her Snapchat. She had the phone for a relatively short time, and was a hand-me-down from Sabina's mother. Sabina raised an eyebrow; Cat had sent her a Snap. Technically, Sabina wasn't even supposed to have a Snapchat account. But literally no one listened to those rules.

"Hey guys! Look how pretty Cydnee made me! I love her! Haha!" Cat, like always, used the cat filter. Cat flipped the camera so that it faced the blue-eyed junior while the redhead continued to laugh happily. Sabina went to Cat's story and responded to the Snap.

To Cat:
You look awesome! Just let Cydnee work her magic.

Sabina turned off her phone after that. She grabbed her lip conditioner - it was damn expensive - and applied it quickly. The middle schooler slipped on her shoes, grabbing her bag and phone before heading towards the front door. As Sabina grasped the handle, she heard her mother's footsteps echo throughout the one-story house. The 8th grader turned to face her mother as the short woman approached her.

To be honest, Sabina and her mother, Arleen, never did look too similar. Arleen McCreery stood at 5'0" even, half an inch shorter than her daughter. Sure, the two had the same straight brown hair, although Sabina's was always of lighter hue. And while Sabina sported dark brown, almost obsidian-like eyes, her mother had dark, emerald green eyes. They were rather different.

Sabina's mother approached the dark-eyed girl, her face mainly expressionless, save for the slight scowl on her face. "Where are you going?" the green-eyed woman asked blandly. Sabina bit her tongue harshly as her mother gazed at her disapproving, almost angrily, refraining from talking back. Sabina knew her mother was still upset about the...incident a year back.

"Glowzone," Sabina responded in a strained voice. Things were still tense between her mother and herself. "There's a party."

Sabina's mother narrowed her eyes, before nodding stiffly and whirling around, heading for the kitchen. Sabina let out a relieved, and slightly exasperated sigh. She and her mother were never close, but the incident with Ezra made them more distant than ever.

Sabina pulled out her phone, biting her lip before finally deciding to text Gigi.

To Gigi:
Hey, do you mind coming over to my house to pick me up?

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Nick could play a lot of sports. Football, soccer...you name it. In school, though, he only did three: baseball, basketball, and cross country. Nick, like many other varsity jocks, ate, drank, and breathed sports. It was what he lived for. He spent every one of his waking hours of pure free time training for any of his three sports - mainly basketball or cross country. He trained in the latter quite often, mainly because by doing it, he could also gain benefits for his other two sports. So in Nick's mind, the logical thing to do right now is to go for a jog.

The light-haired jock slowed to a walk, his jog leaving him slightly out of breath. "God," he gasped. "Why the hell did I go for a run when Bronson's party starts in a little over an hour?" Nick had ran long enough for him to be a bit out of breath, but not enough to start sweating. He did crazy things at times. For example, going for a jog so soon before Ace's party was about to start. In his party attire.

Luckily for him, Nick had a knack for keeping his clothes clean in situations like these.

Nick's phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him of an incoming text. The jock checked his messages; ah, it was Finn.

From Finn:
I'm at Arnault's place. Who else is coming before we go to Bronson's?

Nick narrowed his eyes, slowly gazing upwards, before letting out a laugh. Damn, what a crazy coincidence. He had ran all the way to Adrien's neighborhood. Nick was only about a block away from the Arnault residence. He could get there soon enough. The light-haired jock started typing on his phone, before sending his reply to Finn.

To Finn:
I'm approx. a block away. You'll be seeing me soon, bro.

Nick let out a sigh before picking up the pace. "Well, at least this'll help for cross country," he muttered.

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Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron
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C H A R L O T T E . B R Y A N T
Location: Bryant house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #c85951


Charlotte pulled her boot up her thigh as she hopped on the other foot. She pushed her hair back from her face and took a breath. She grabbed her hairspray and sprayed her hair in place. It was not falling in her face tonight. Ideally, she needed to get her bangs cut, but the party was in the few hours. Looking down at her dress and boot, she realised there was no way she would be able to drive to Charlotte Arnault’s house on her bike, not unless she wanted the entirety of Sherman Oaks to see up her skirt. She was reasonably liberal when it came to sex, and pretty comfortable with her body, but no one wanted an exposure case on their front door. ”Dad!”

”Lottie.” Hugo Bryant’s smooth voice glided down the hallway.

”Can I borrow the car for tonight?”

Charlotte pulled her other boot on while she waited for her dad’s answer. As she came down the hall, she could hear the tinkling of car keys. Hugo threw them to her as she came to the bottom step. Charlotte turned the fob over in her hands. ”You can have the Bentley for the night.”

Charlotte’s face lit up and she hugged her dad tight. “Thank you!”

”Just be careful with it.”

Charlotte nodded, her face suddenly serious. ”I’ll treat her like my baby.”

She slid into the seat of the Bentley. It was a convertible Continental model. Otherwise known as an absolute dream. Her phone buzzed against her leg and she pulled it out of the pocket she had made. She opened the message and scanned over it and the accompanying picture. She tapped on Sam’s name in her contact list.

To: Sammy
Look at my boy! Look at you go! So gorgeous! I’ll be beating the girls away. Unless you don’t want me to. I’m cool like that. Love ya xx


To: Twinsie
CHARLOTTE! On my way to see your lovely face. Don’t drink everything without me baby. xx






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C H R I S T O P H E R . M O R G A N
Location: Morgan/Rees Household
Outfit:This
Hex colour: #004d3c


Christopher could feel the blood rushing to his head as he stared at the upside down screen. His head was inches from the floor and his feet hung over the back of the sofa. He felt two hands grab his feet. ”Hey Chrissy.

”Tyler.”

Tyler jumped over the back of the sofa and sat next to Chris. ”Why you upside down?”

Chris shrugged. His position made the gesture look awkward. He was usually graceful when he moved. He looked over at Tyler, his nose coming level with Tyler’s shin. Tyler was everything Chris had hoped to be when he grew up. He had an easy charm about him, while Chris was still awkward, discovering who he was beyond Chris Morgan. Tyler had twisted around to sit upside down next to Tyler. ”How’s school?”

”Good.”

”Seeing anyone?

Chris blinked. ”N-no.” Chris scowled as his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. ”No. I’m not seeing anyone. Too busy.”

Tyler caught the catch in his stepbrother’s voice. A grin spread across his face. ”What’s her name?”

Chris got his phone out, ignoring Tyler’s question. His thumbs scattered across the keyboard.

To: Gigi
I need saving from Tyler. Am I coming to you or you coming to me?


”No name. Because I’m not seeing anyone.”

”Chris has got a cru-ush.”

”I will kill you Ty.”






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J A S P E R . C A M E R O N
Location: Cameron house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #1a9f9b


Jasper’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Finn. He had been granted the apparently rare ability as a man to be able to multitask. He walked, keeping half an eye on the street in front of him, and the rest on his screen. As luck would have it, Jasper was rounding the corner leading to Adrien’s house, via the guidance of Google Maps.

To: Finn
You never heard of good things coming to those who wait? I’ll be there in two


He made to put his phone away when it buzzed again. He frowned. There was no way Finn had got back that quickly. Instead, the message was from Jazz. When he opened the attached picture, Jasper felt his chest tighten. Sam looked good…really good. Jasper ran his tongue along his bottom lip. This was ridiculous. He hadn’t had a crush for years, and now he got one on one of his best friends? Nope.

To: Sam
You look great buddy. And if you don’t come tonight, I will personally kick your ass.


He wouldn’t. He would never be able to do anything that would hurt Sam. Sam might break his heart, but Jasper wouldn’t hurt him. Jasper skipped up the final step and knocked on the front door. As he waited for an answer, a car pulled up at the bottom of a driveway. A dark haired girl that Jasper vaguely recognised from school climbed out. While he definitely appreciated the shortness of her dress and the flash of thigh above her boots, she wasn’t provoking his usual reaction. And she didn’t seem to care either.

”Might as well wait with you.” She looked over to him. ”Charlie Bryant, hi.” No hand was offered for him to shake.

”Jasper. Jasper Cameron.”

”Nice to meet ya Jasper Jasper Cameron.” He knew she was teasing him. Her eyes gave her away. Charlie looked away from him and down to her phone.




To: Twinsie
I’m outside my darling. Come rescue me from the jock.

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Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



"Thaaaaanks, Caaaaaaaaasssss," Luke dragged out with glee before downing the his second shot of tequila, taking great pleasure in partaking in the expensive alcohol that the Shank family bar held. It didn't hit him that perhaps he should question why it was so easy for rich kids to just randomly get drinks from the bars in their home, especially considering the fact that the people who served them were old enough to know better. Yeah, there was no questioning anything, especially with him reaping the benefits of what some would consider parental neglect. The alcohol definitely did still burn, but he was able to appreciate the silky mouth-fill and was highly anticipating the tequila sunrises that had been placed on a tray for him to take upstairs. The bartender in question, an adorably scrumptious man in his mid-twenties, flushed at the praise. Luke was sure that the reddened skin had more to do with the outlandish flirtations he had bestowed upon the guy to sublimate the slight annoyance he had entered the spacious manor with, but he wasn't going to spend his time wondering when he could be upstairs with the fabulous Royal girls of Buckley just before a big party.

Soon enough, because all it had taken was for Lucas to get lost once for him to never want to play hide-and-seek with his queen's room again, Luke was outside of Aaliyah's door. Knowing damn well he was still going to burst into the room, Luke gave the door two light raps from his knuckles while exclaiming, "I'm coming in, bitches, so you either better be real comfy with me seeing your birthday suit cuz we all know y'all ain't got nothing that I want or you better be covered up because," he opened the door with his free hand, arm posed above his head dramatically and a big grin on his face, "the cutest one has arrived! And I even brought gifts of illegal alcohol consumption, so you should all come and love me." Giggling, Luke waltzed into the bedroom, not seeing Aaliyah but focusing on the two brunettes already quite comfortable in her space. "Yaaaaaaaasssss babies! Y'all better work!" He exclaimed and then lowered the tray to them so that Camila and Juliette could get two of the four drinks on the tray. Once that was settled, he set the tray on one of Aaliyah's end tables and grabbed the last two drinks, not hesitating to suck the straw of the one to his left into his mouth to take in some of the sweet alcoholic goodness. Satisfied, he then looked around the room. "And where is my favorite little queenie who has yet to grace me with her presence?"


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Location: En Route
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



To: Sabina
Omw. B there in 5 mins

To: Chris
Im comin 2 u. Picking up Sabina 1rst

"I like this one better," Gigi stated, finally settling in her seat and ignoring the very disgurnted expression on her brother's face. They had already gotten into his SUV since Aaliyah threatened him with death if he let any rugrat that wasn't just either Genneya or Sophia into hers, but Genneya had made them stop not even five minutes from the house for a good picture to send to Catarina. Her relationship with the senior probably shouldn't be as close as it was considering Cat was five seconds from graduating Buckley and Genneya from leaving middle school, but it worked for them. It helped that Cat just had a natural almost childlike energy about her that Gigi could relate to, even though she occasionally liked the idea of seeming more mature at times a lot more. Nevertheless, she was pressed to give her friend a good picture of her sister's work and Damien was pulling away when he remarked, "Right, cuz the last five weren't practically the same." Genneya huffed as she sent the both the pic and text to her friend, replying distractedly. "Practically being the operative word." Damien groaned dramatically. "Oh my God, you sound like your sister." Genneya only smiled wickedly and leaned over to plant a big wet kiss on his cheek, ignoring the loud complaints with a giggle.

To: Cat
I wanted da hair out my face. I like when she braids my hair. Even tho it hurts 4 a bit

Soon enough, after punching in the address on the GPS for Damien, they were pulling up to Sabina's and Genneya hurried to text the other girl, answering a few messages from other classmates who needed any more information. Typically, there were planned events by Buckley for the middle schoolers once the semester was starting to close. Her mom had surprised her (though, Gigi was adamant, even though she denied it, that Aaliyah had more of a hand in it than she wanted to admit) by stating that she had already talked with the administration about planning an evening for the lower school division. It was in Genneya's name, which definitely made her beam with pleasure because her classmates and friends all thought she was the cool one for recommending an awesome place lik Glowzone, but it was also her mom's version of donating before the drive on Monday. Nevertheless, Gigi was more than happy about her mother's random acts of kindness and generosity, especially if it meant she was allowed to reap the funner benefits of them. Once the house was in view, she text Sabina again. The two probably weren't going to be toting friendship bracelets or anything like that, but she did appreciate that they got along nice enough.

To: Sabina
Im outside :D

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Soap Opera
hex code: #DA5858
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Almost as soon as Sabina sent the text, her phone buzzed with an incoming notification. She went to her messages, feeling relieved as she saw Gigi's response.

From Gigi:
Omw. B there in 5 mins

Sabina breathed out a sigh of relief as she turned off her phone. She and Gigi were friendly enough, but they weren't the closest friends. Sabina couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at Gigi's success, but the other girl was way too nice not to like her. After all, Gigi was a cool kid for a reason.

Sabina waited near the doorway of her house, drumming her fingers on a nearby tabletop as quietly as possible in effort to keep away from her mother's attention. It wasn't particularly wonderful to live with just her mother. Out of all her family members, Sabina and her mother had the rockiest relationship by far. Her relationship with her father included much more smooth sailing.

Sabina's phone buzzed with a notification as the actress twiddled her thumbs. She tapped Gigi's name on her contact list to see her most recent text.

From Gigi:
Im outside :D

Sabina quickly responded before heading out the door.

To Gigi:
Be right there.


Sabina shut the door behind her as she approached the car of Gigi's brother, Damien. "Gigi, you are a saint," Sabina said as she slid into the backseat. "'Sup, Damien."

Sabina buckled her seat belt, admiring the car as she did so. The Shanks family was rich as hell, and everybody knew it. Of course Damien's car would be highly impressive. "Are you picking Chrissy up, too?" Sabina asked mildly. Christopher Morgan's crush on Gigi was as plain as day.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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Location: The Bronson Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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