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Everly Doyle

"Hollywood may look like a dream, but really, it's a disgusting place. The things that go on behind the scenes would shock you."

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a character in “Celebrity Rankings”, as played by desire99600

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ImageFull Name:
"Hey, we don't pick our names." Everly Jade Doyle [ eh-ver-lee ]

Nickname(s):
"Yeah. I was forced to change my name. Let's just say, my parents were obsessed with cars." Everly's real name was quite an embarrassment. Ferrari. She hated it with a passion, and refused to let people call her that. Instead she usually just told them to call her whatever they want. Because of this, a friend of hers started calling her Ever. She quite liked the name, and, when she was old enough, she changed it legally to Everly. However, now she prefers to go by Ever. The public usually just calls her Ever. Sort of like an Elvis or a Reba thing, she's one of those rare celebrities that aren't called by her last name. Of course, some people still call her Everly or Ever Doyle, but not many really have to. After all, there aren't many Evers out there. She really doesn't mind nicknames, and if you know her on a personal level, she'll accept anything. She has also been called Ev, Eve, or Jade. However, Evie is out of the question, because it's the name her brother calls her.

Gender:
"Would you like me to kick your ass now, or later?" Female

Age:
"You know what they say about us youth. Old enough to know better, young enough not to give a shit." 23 years-old

Face Claim:
Taylor Momsen

Profession:
"Music is my fucking life." She's the face and lead singer of her band, The Pretty Reckless, and she's a popular actress, and models occasionally.
Though she prefers to be popular for her music, rather than acting, sometimes it happens the other way around.


Sexuality:
"What can I say? I get around." Bisexual





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Hair:
"Some people say it's white." Everly's hair is extremely blonde, almost white. People say she needs to lay off the bleach, but this is actually her natural hair. It's soft, and extremely long. Sometimes she straightens it, a process that takes hours, but sometimes she leaves it in natural waves. Very rarely will she curl it, but when she does, long white-blonde ringlet spiral down to her hips. She's very fond of the length of her hair and would never cut it. Naturally, it's just past her hips. Her bangs sweep gently across her forehead to the right, framing her face. Sometimes during the summer, she'll add things to it, like hot pink tips, but she's never fully dyed her hair and never will.

Eyes:
"I don't get why everyone says my eyes are amazing... They're just eyes." Everly has shockingly blue eyes. They're rather large on her face, and paired with her fair skin and bright hair, make her look doll like, and innocent, this is one of her biggest reasons for heavy eye makeup. She hates looking innocent, however, for some of her acting jobs, she's required to look light and young, depending on her part.

Height:
"I mean, sure you can reach the top shelf, but being tall's not all it's made out to be." Though she's petite, Everly is model height. She stands at a height of 5'11" with a short torso and long legs.

Weight:
"Uhm, no comment." Due to her height, Everly weighs 140 lbs, despite how thin she is.

Appearance:
"Baby you can look, but you can't touch." Everly has a very grunge, punk-rock look about her, with a tough aura. She practically radiates confidence and it shows in the way she walks and talks to people. She doesn't care what others think of her and she reflects that in her outward appearance, wanting everyone to see her for who she is. If they don't like it, it's their problem. Ever has long bright blonde hair that hangs down to her hips. It's soft and sways when she walks in gentle waves, making look like she sleeps in braids every night. It's so pale, it seems as though she bleached it and could be called white when she's in the sunlight, but holds just enough gold in it to make it blonde. Her platinum hair frames a smooth, pale face with a sharp, defined jaw and high cheekbones. Her skin, paired with her hair make her look very pale, but not unhealthy. Under thick eyelashes, Eve has crystal blue eyes and together with her small frame, light wavy hair, and pale skin, these eyes make her look like a porcelain doll. A look that gives her an innocence she most definitely does not have. It bothers her to no end, so she covers it up the best she can with dark eye makeup.

As for body type, Ev has all the appropriate curves for a girl her age. She's not remarkably curvy, but she's not a flat board either. She has small bones and a slim figure. Much like a doll, she looks small and fragile with a delicate form. Much unlike a doll though, Everly is strong for her size, able to move with exceptional speed and balance. She knows her weaknesses and strengths and when fighting, is quick to utilize them, making her shockingly tough.

When it comes to style, Ever is seemingly very random. Her typical attire is laid back and messy, yet somehow perfect. It's that look that everyone envies, for, she appears to barely care, and yet looks like the picture of perfection. She has a very grunge style, and owns about a million pairs of thigh-highs, cut up band tees, tight black dresses, ect. She loves contrasting colors, such as black and white, and dark, heavy makeup. However, her style is not limited to this. She likes glitter quite a bit, and has multiple colored dresses and shirts, but she'll never be seen wearing florals or light, pretty things unless she's modeling or playing a character.


Tattooes/Piercings/Scars:
"It's my body, I can do what I want with it." As for tattoos and piercings, Everly has several, and every one of them has a story. Her right ear is pierced seven times, each one standing for a different one of her siblings. (Yes, there were eight of them, including her). Her left ear is pierced three times in the cartilage, each one of those representing a dead sibling. And finally, her nose is pierced with a small heart, representing her dead mother. When it comes down to tattoos, Ever has three. Her very first tattoo, she got when she was only fifteen, and it's a picture of a bird springing free from it's cage. It sits on her left shoulder. During that time, she felt trapped by her life, and was desperate to get free and be on her own, so she got a piece of art to represent that. The second one she got was a butterfly calf tattoo, that she got just after turned eighteen and was going to leave home, symbolizing new beginnings. And finally, the third one, (even though the picture shows on the back) sits low along the waistline of her jeans and reads: "I'm the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved."





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Habits:
"What's that saying? Old habits die hard?"
✰ Smoking
✰ Drugs, though not frequently, and it's something she hides.
✰ Biting her lip when she's amused, lying, or nervous
✰ Running her fingers through her hair
✰ Flipping her hair when performing
✰ Drinking


Likes:
"I like a lot of things, but let's face it. If I don't like you- you're fucked."
☺ Attention
☺ Boys/Girls
☺ Getting what she wants
☺ Having the freedom to do what she wants
☺ Feeling important
☺ Flirting
☺ Touching
☺ Praise
☺ Succeeding
☺ Parties
☺ Breaking the rules
☺ Swimming
☺ Chocolate
☺ Beaches
☺ Dogs
☺ Fast cars
☺ Drinking
☺ Wine
☺ Warmth
☺ Weekends
☺ Winning
☺ Her music


Dislikes:
"That depends- How much time do you have?"
☹ Whiny people
☹ Annoying people
☹ Clingy people
☹ Feeling restrained
☹ Rules
☹ Being told what to do
☹ Losing
☹ Thunderstorms
☹ When people try to control her
☹ Failing those she cares about
☹ Being looked down on
☹ Being ignored
☹ Healthy food
☹ Her father


Fears:
"Fear? Just anothor word for motivation baby."
☠ Falling in love
☠ Getting hurt
☠ Nightmares
☠ She has slight stage fright, though she can easily overcome this
☠ The public sometimes
☠ Being alone forever
☠ Her brother and his deadbeat friends





ImageWhat Public Thinks Everly's Personality Is:
"I prefer not to lie to my fans. I mean, they're the ones who got me here right? They deserve the truth." Ever loves all her fans deeply and doesn't lie to them, so with her, what you see is what you get. Now, she may keep certain things from the public eye, but that doesn't mean she creates a fake personality for herself. Sometimes though, the public does misinterpret her confidence as arrogance, or they'll tag her as a wanna-be bad-ass, but she's always being real. They also seem to think she's the kind of girl who does nothing but party, but, while she does love a good party, she's more focused on her music than anything else and would rather be sitting alone or with her band, writing a song than crowded by a bunch of drunk people.

Real Personality:
vulgar [vuhl-ger]
Adejctive

1. Characterized by ignorance of or lack of good breeding or taste
2. Indecent; obscene; lewd
3. Crude; coarse; unrefined

"Give me a chance, and you'll see that all that innocence is merely the cover." The word different is an understatement for Everly Doyle. She is the embodiment of the youth stereotype: Pissed off at the world and driven by passion. She's not the type to let others influence her and marches completely to her own drum. She's unafraid to say what she's thinking, having absolutely no filter. She's crude and often vulgar. You never quite know what will come out of her mouth and when. She's stubborn and does what she wants, when she wants, making her very hard to control. She doesn't take orders well and has a very short attention span, preferring to do things on her own time. When asked to do something, her typical response is: "When I get to it."

Despite this though, Ever has the ability to shock. Her personality changes, seemingly randomly. She can be rude, wild, ignorant, and stubborn one day, and the next she's calm, collected, and obedient. She's an extremely complex girl, and, as soon as you think you've got her figured out, she changes. She's a completely driven by passion and emotion. When she's feeling something, you'll know. Though, very rarely, does she show any sign of sadness or pain. Her most common emotions are anger, pride, and passion. She does what she wants to do, when she wants to do it, dancing to her own beat without giving a second thought to what the world thinks about it. Often times, she misses the bigger picture, unable to truly understand that, though she was thinking it, what she just said may have just gotten her into trouble.

Eve also has an incredible ability for persuasion. Though, in her natural state, she seems to be carefree and clueless, she is able to take on any role at the drop of a hat. Her smooth, hypnotic voice, persuading ocean-colored eyes, and ability to spin words better than a spider can spin a web make her extremely dangerous. Ever has a wicked side to her, and loves to break rules and live her life on the edge. She doesn't care who she hurts, as long as she'd having fun doing it. Some people think that because she's so wild, she's a crazy party girl. Sure, she loves a party, and will almost always go to one she's invited to, but really, she'd rather be writing music in peace. She's a wildcard. The surprising girl.

Eve may seem rude, have a wicked side to her, and stay mostly closed off, but once you earn her loyalty and trust, you know you can count on her until the end. One thing she holds very highly is trust for to her, if there is no trust, there cannot be a relationship. No matter what kind of relationship, trust is essential. At first, she's rough, brash, maybe a bit overbearing, and extremely guarded, but should you actually spend time with her, you would come to see that it is rather easy to adapt to her strange personality and she's actually rather pleasant to have around. As a friend, she's not the best person to come to for comfort or a good cry, but she'll always be loyal to you. Though she can lie easily, once you have her loyalty, she'll go to the ends of the earth for you. She tries to do her best by everyone, but she's no saint. In fact, she's probably closer to a devil than an angel, but, for those she cares about, she'll break any moral code out there.


Playlist:
"Some of my bands songs." The Pretty Reckless:
You Make Me Wanna Die
You
Just Tonight
Miss Nothing
My Medicine
Hit Me Like A Man
Cold Blooded
If He "Loves" You
Goin' Down
Nothing Left to Lose
Victory





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"What is this? A share circle? Fuck off."
- Her history, naturally. Though some of it is open to the public, she prefers to keep the details to herself
- Her brother. She keeps the fact that she's related to him completely secret.
- Her real name. Ferrari Jade Doyle.
- She's committed murder. She was ruled innocent on account of self defense, but still, she's not proud of it.
- Drugs. She's not hooked, like her brother, but every once in a while, she needs a release from the pressure.
- Her failed suicide attempt when she was sixteen


History:
"My history made me who I am. I've seen and done things no one should ever be exposed to. I'd wish my life on no one." Ever's singing has been her savior from pretty much the start. She grew up in a broken home, and her music kept her going. Many of her songs reflect her life, and hold truths she could never speak out loud. She was born to Cherry and Brock Doyle, their sixth child. Her siblings and her were all almost exactly one year apart, save for the youngest, Mercedes, three years younger than Everly herself. Her birth name had been Ferrari. Just like all eight Doyle children, she was named after a car, and hated it. At school, kids joked that her family could be a dealership. She started telling people to call her whatever they wanted, refusing to tell anyone her real name. She was small, so kids in school often picked on her, seeing her as an easy victim. She never took it without a fight, and became known at school for fighting.

As if school wasn't bad enough, her home life was a living hell. Ever used to sign up for as many sports and after school activities as she could, just to get away from home. For one thing, she was practically the schools charity case. There were ten people living in her house, and only her mom had a job, working as a bagger at Walmart. Though, as her siblings got older, they got jobs, it never really helped too much, for the majority of her siblings spent it on drugs and alcohol. Her father, was an abusive, evil man. He continually beat the children, and their mother, and was always hooked on something, whether it be drugs or alcohol, it didn't matter, he was practically never in his right mind. Their mother protecting them the best she could while they were young, but she wasn't always successful. When her older brothers and sisters got older, they too would try and protect the younger ones, and she can vividly remember many fistfights between her older brothers and her dad late at night. Being so young, her and Mercedes were at the most risk, and so Ever tried her hardest to keep her fathers attention off Mercedes and on her, rebelling against him in anyway she could.

When she was thirteen, the Doyle children watched their father beat their mother to death. By some miracle, he was proven innocent, as he claimed she'd fallen down the stairs and smashed her head, even though their home had no stairs. This caused her to throw herself even further into her music, and she put together a band, a small group of friends she actually trusted. With her mother now gone, Ever was nearly never home. She didn't see a point. She was either participating in whatever after school activity she'd joined to keep her away, or at a band members house. The only reason she came home was to take care of little Mercedes, but even her oldest siblings were still home to take care of the younger ones, so the responsibility wasn't solely on her anymore.

When she was sixteen, a fire burned down her apartment, putting her family out on the streets and killing three of her siblings, including little Mercedes. Now the youngest, her father turned on her even more and she had her older brothers teach her how to defend herself. Unfortunately, this lead to her fathers murder at her hands. It was an accident, really, she hadn't meant for it to happen, it just had. Ironically, after she'd pushed him, he'd tripped and fell down two flights of stone stairs, smashing his head, going out the same way he "claimed" their mother had. This event drove her nearly over the edge and she attempted to kill herself, but failed.

Her and her siblings were on their own now, and, as such, the oldest were allowed to live on their own, but the younger ones were all put into foster care. Every single one of them was separated, besides her and her one-year-older brother, however, this was not much of a consolation, because he was hooked on drugs, and slowly turning into the same man her father had been. His friends frightened her, and she had her foster parents put a lock on her bedroom door. Meanwhile, her band was doing well, and she was slowly climbing up the charts. She started modeling a bit at seventeen, and this is what lead to her acting career.

At eighteen, she was more than ready to move out. Her brother was nineteen, and could have moved out a year ago, but his lack of a job or motivation had prevented him. This is what held her back. She had to take care of her brother, she couldn't just leave him, no matter what kind of person he was. So she pushed her band harder, and slowly, as she became more famous, she was able to buy him an apartment, and finally, at twenty, moved to California with her band to make it in Hollywood. For the next three years, her band climbed their way to the top. Meanwhile, she sends money to her brother, taking care of him, while trying hard not to associate with him. Her story is somewhat unbelievable, but it's made her who she is, and has been the inspiration for all of her music. She wouldn't be where she is now without it.


Other:
"I think I've told you enough." Her band members will be sharing her rooms with her, and they'll be NPCs, no one major. The Pretty Reckless is Taylor Momsen's real band, so I'm just going to keep the real names of her band members.
Everly Doyle - Lead singer | Rhythm guitar | Founder | And the bands "face"
Jamie Perkins - Drums
Mark Damon - Bass guitar
Ben Phillips - Lead guitar





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Hit Me Like A Man - The Pretty Reckless
I am strong, love is evil
It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people
Take your time and do with me what you will
I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm ill

So hit me like a man and love me like a woman
Buried and sad, look me in the eyes, I want it
One will give you hell, one will give you heaven
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman

Love is strong, but I am evil
You are wrong, about me
Take your time, ah, play with me until
You can hear the children scream, like their stuck inside a dream
That you, ah, will

So hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Bury me alive, I can see it in your eyes, you want it
Some will give you pain, some will give you pleasure
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman

Don't you run away, run away from me, I will run away from you
Don't you run away, run away from me, I will run away from you

Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
From the devil deep inside, can't you see what I'm wanting?
Some will give you hell, some will give you heaven
So hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Love me like a woman


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So begins...

Everly Doyle's Story

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Sunshine fell through the slats of Everly Doyle's blinds, sending a ray directly across her sleeping eyes. She groaned and rolled over suddenly, falling to her hands and knees on hardwood floor, sheets fluttering down around her. She cursed and moaned like a sailor as her body was racked with violent shudders, trying to shake of the nightmares of sleep. I'm safe. I'm in my apartment in Hollywood. She reassured herself. My brother and his stupid friends are in New York, probably terrorizing some new girl. The thought wasn't exactly comforting, but it helped her shake away the last remnants of the dream and stand, stretching out her muscles deliciously with a groan.

A knock at her door made her jump, and she whipped it open, giving the person on the other side the harshest glare she could think to muster up. He held up his hands innocently and smiled, raising an amused eyebrow. "Geez Ever, I knew you weren't a morning person, but don't kill me." Jamie, the drummer of her band said with a slight laugh.

She smiled and punched him lightly on the arm. "So... Is there a reason you're bothering me right now?"

"Uhm, yeah. We've gotta be at the Cashew in five minutes. Ted's getting antsy." She glanced around Jamie into the living room/kitchen area of the band's big, roomy apartment. Ben, Mark, and Ted were there. Ted was their manager, and he looked like he was going to tear his hair out at any moment. Luggage cluttered the floor.

Ever turned back to Jamie and raised an eyebrow. "Great. Wake me up last, and let me deal with his impatient ass. I see how you are. Tell him to fuck off, I'll be good in a minute." With that, she slammed the door shut with a roll of her eyes. Luckily, she'd packed last night, or Ted would probably hire a sniper to take her out. With a deep sigh, she grabbed a tight black, spaghetti-strap dress from her closet and wriggled it on, tugging it town to mid-thigh. She then yanked on a pair of black thigh-high tights and slipped into some studded combat boots. Ever ran her straightener through her extremely long hair quickly, before tucking it away in her bags and applying makeup.

When she was fully satisfied with herself, Ever opened the door, gesturing for the maids to go ahead in and get her luggage. She slipped on a pair of shades and a white choker necklace, passing Ted and the others on her way out. "What are you standing around for Ted? You're the one who said we had to go now."

Once at the Cashew hotel, Ever lowered her shades ever so slightly to look up at it. How had a girl like her, a girl from New York's slums, ended up here? She glanced behind her at the band members before heading inside. Not really wanting to deal with checking in, she grabbed her room key from the person behind the desk and went straight for the elevator. She wanted to explore a bit. Let Ted and the others deal with check-in and nearby attractions, yadda, yadda, yadda. This was her vacation.

Not ten seconds before the elevator doors had closed around her, they opened again to reveal a man. She peered at him through her shades, recognizing him. Red Jones. Known to be one of Hollywood's biggest heart throbs. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes as he stepped into the elevator with her, settling herself further into the corner, and running a hand through her hair. "What floor?" She asked, fingers hovering the buttons.

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As Veronica sat on her bed she watched the door rattle, almost threatening to blow off of it's hinges. But she just calmly got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth as she heard yells from the other side of the door. "Veronica! Veronica god dammit wake up already! It's 10:04!" She rolled her eyes and spit into the sink. She could practically feel the danger in her managers voice. She chuckled a little and said, "He sounds pissed," To nobody in particular. She like pulling Mr. Tatum's strings. Sure he was her manager, but she didn't like him much. She had much better managers in her past. There was Tina, she like Tina. So innocent, it was really fun to mess with her. Then again she guessed she did push it a bit far when she 'pretended' to pass out drunk. She insisted afterward that it was pretending anyways.

Going in her closet the banging seemed to get louder. "Veronica! We're going to be late! Get out here NOW!" Late? How was somebody late to a hotel? It wasn't physically possible, unless they arrived after their bookings ended, and there was no way she would be THAT late. She stopped looking at clothes though when the banging stopped. She took that as her cue and went to the door, opening it slowly and rubbing her head. "Did you call?" She asked innocently. Mr. Tatum however, said nothing. She looked down and saw she was in her black lace Victoria's secret underwear and bra. She didn't get why he was suprised, she did shoots in less than this all the time. Maybe he didn't watch. She didn't really care, he wasn't very fit, wasn't very good looking, they only thing he had going for him was his money and she had plenty of that. Veronica had no desire to impress him.

Shrugging she went back into her closet and picked out a beige sweater with closed eyes in the chest area that were black. With it she grabbed a black, flowy skirt that could have only reached to her pinky finger and tucked the sweater into it. Then she left and pressed a button on her wall, making her ferris wheel of shoes emerge from the wall. She smiled and picked out a pair of beige wedges with black bowties on the center of them.

She went into the bathroom and noted that her mascara from the night before had smudged slightly. She fixed it quickly and with her liquid black eyeliner did the 'wing' with the eyeliner on her eyes. She put a bit of eyeshadow on and foundation to cover any circles she might not see underneath her eyes. When she was satisfied she walked out of the bathroom and right past Mr. Tatum into the car.

The ten minutes she had to spend in the car was pure torture. It was all she could do not to break character in front of Mr. Tatum. She didn't trust him to not go leaking to press about her unkind personality just yet. So it was all sunshine and rainbows until then. "Now Veronica, your trainer tells me that you are once again, 5 pounds under the minimum weight we said you could be. That weight was leniant Veronica, you can't go any lower than what we told you." She just smiled and nodded. She what she would say if she opened her mouth. What the hell do YOU know about being the right weight Mr. Tatum? You're sure one to talk. That was one of the nicer things that was going through her head, but was usually the meanest she ever was out loud.

By the time they had arrived she had been lectured about 'the importance of a healthy diet' and 'over-exercising'. She couldn't take any of it seriously though, not when Mr. Chubbs was the one levturing her anyways. As she entered the Cashew Hotel, she didn't stop until she got to the front desk where the girl at the front immediatly gave her the key, a look of fear read across her face. Veronica smiled when she saw it. If there was one hotel that knew her true self, it was this one. She once had a waitress fired because she was in the bad mood and she thought that ruining somebody else's day would make her feel better. It hadn't, but it never hurt to try again.

She walked to the elevator and saw that it was already open and walked in, not even noticing there was people in it at first she leaned on the left side of the elevator. She breathed out a deep sigh and said to herself. "About damn time I got here." Moments after she said it though she realized there were people other than her in the elevator. "Oh," She said, obviously suprised. Looking at them she thought she recognized them. Obviously not staff. Was it possible she didn't even remember other celebrities names? No, no it was not. She struggled to remember and it clicked. Red Jones and Ever Doyle. Actor and singer. Supposed heart-throb and rumored arrogant girl. Wow, she really critiqued people didn't she? Her own outfit didn't really oppose to the fake personality she had. She couldn't help but wonder if they believed the facade she had along with everyone else. After all, they were famous too, they knew how it worked. Her mind began drifing to the mini bar that had to be awaiting her in her room. Oh, sweet booze. She couldn't wait to drink away. Even the thought that she would be able to smoke on this vacation brought her joy. It had been at least a week and a half since she had done either.

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Nabi Freeson.

As she walked around within the hotel, a wonderful smell tickled underneath her nose; a smell so delicious, that it almost made her drool. She quickly regained her composure before walking around the hotel, looking for the source of that enticing smell; and quickly, she found it- the hotel’s restaurant, which in turn, had a huge and extravagant buffet.

“I’ll start my diet tomorrow…” She whispered to herself, before walking into the restaurant with a sweet smile. As she entered the restaurant, she was met by a waiter who smiled at her, and in turn, Nabi smiled a brilliant and sweet smile. “Table for one please.” She asked, holding up her pretty and petite finger. The waiter nodded and escorted her to a table, one which was by one of the beautiful sights; the window was large and had the view of the pretty area surrounding it.

Within a matter of seconds, she had ordered the buffet and a sweet tea; one made with ‘splenda’. Nabi lifted herself from her table and elegantly walked over towards the buffet, pondering on what she should get- they all looked delicious.




Red Jones.

As the doors to the elevator opened, his eyes rested on the sexy blonde whose name had just escaped his mind; Red smiled charmingly before stepping on, his eyes careful not to wonder her body. “What Floor?” The blonde asked, causing him to look over at her.

“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He said, his tone was cool and nearly perfect; yet, before anything else could be said between the two, another person walked in- this one he instantly recognized. She was the cute brunette that often caught many eyes of other men- Veronica.

The only reason he knew her name was because just recently, he had guest-starred in the same magazine; he hadn’t spoken to her because they just missed each other when it came to the shooting, but he remembered hearing the photographer speak wisely about her.

“About damn time I got here.” This he heard, and it made his eyebrows raise at her; almost hinting her that he heard it. What a complete idiot; to say those kinds of words here. Obviously, she won’t last another year before rumors get out about having a foul mouth and sour attitude.
“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” He asked sweetly; yet his thoughts where completely opposite. His eyes switched over towards the blonde before he smiled at her, once again, having a smile as sweet as candy.

“What about you? How is your day?” His smile faded, yet the smile hadn’t left his eyes. What a lovely rose; one who has thorns- or so I hear from the television. It’d be a shame if it was a facade. He thought, turning his eyes back over onto the lovely Veronica.

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“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He answered. She raised her eyebrows at his politeness, and her lips curved into an amused smirk as she turned her shaded eyes off him and onto the buttons. Just before she could hit the button, someone else slipped in. A brunette Ever had to struggle to remember the name of. Veronica. She swallowed down a laugh. These two, in the eyes of the public, would probably be the perfect couple. Red, the charming heart throb, Veronica, the sweet new face of Hollywood. However, Veronica was a little young.

“About damn time I got here.” Veronica said, and Everly couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It wasn't anything serious, Veronica had slipped one foul sentence, but it went completely against her public personality. Ever smirked and hit the six button. She didn't care where she herself was going, she was just going to wander around, so there was no point in making extra stops. Ted and her band were handling check in, and her room would be all nicely organized by the time she got there. In an hour, it'd most likely be like her room back at the band's apartment: a mess.

“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” She heard Red ask, and leaned back against the corner, making herself comfortable.

"What floor Veronica?" She asked, fingers still hovering over the buttons. If one more person got in the elevator, she'd get out.

“What about you? How is your day?” Red's attention turned to her, and she watched his smile from behind her shades. She loved sunglasses. They gave her the unfair advantage of looking wherever she wanted without anyone knowing. She watched his smile, trying to judge if it was genuine. If it reached his eyes. She guessed pretty much every girl in America would fall all over herself to have that smiled focused on them.

She smiled back. It wasn't a warm smile, just a formality. She shrugged with a smirk, tugging on one of her thigh-highs that had started to droop a little. "Not the best day of my life," she said with a whatever tone, "but not the worst either." She wondered why he hadn't used her name, and then realized that he probably didn't recognize her. Maybe he would if she was dressed like one of her acting characters, but dressed like this, she was only recognized by her fans, and she guessed Red Jones probably didn't listen to her kind of music. "Don't recognize me?" She said with an amused smirk, glancing at Veronica.

Chatting with others and being civil wasn't exactly her specialty, and she was dying for the elevator doors to open on floor six so Red could turn one way, she could turn the other, and leave Veronica behind. So she could be on her own to explore, maybe find the bar and get a couple of drinks. The elevator doors finally closed and Ever pulled out a cigarette, lighting up. "Hope you don't mind." She said, though her tone didn't suggest any sincerity at all. "It's not like you'll get lung cancer in the two seconds it'll take us to get to floor six." She took a drag and breathed it out, careful to send it towards the vent, so that she wasn't blowing it in their faces.

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It took but a moment for Veronica to gain her composure back. She let a cuss slip, so what? It's not like they weren't going to catch her doing things that probably seemed much worse on this trip. Honestly though the fact that other celebrities were in the same area in the hotel as her was the most suprising thing of all. She had once been in this hotel at the same time as Megan Fox, didn't see her once except when she was looking down from the balcony. There was just so much to do and so much time in a day that seeing another face that wasn't following your every order was...rare. That is, unless you planned it that way.

“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” Veronica rolled her eyes subtly and said in the voice she always used in public, "Kinda, the ride here was torture." She thought about what her manager had said and gave a glance at her stomach. He didn't know what he was talking about when he said she was too skinny. She knew there was still a bit of fat she had yet to get rid of. But if he wanted her to gain weight, fine. She would drink the weight on.

She had noticed them both raising there eyebrows at her so they obviously heard her earlier. It's not like she had been hiding it though. She was actually quite suprised herself that it didn't already register she wasn't really as nice as she was made out to be. Honestly, it's not like she believed any of the bullshit about Red. He just seemed so full of it, and there's no way he's as charming and kind as he was made out to be. Ever, on the other had...well, ever wasn't even trying to be nice. She just called everything as it was. No celebrity ever fakes that kind of attitude. It would seem weird to some that she knew so much about Ever, but hey, she liked her music.

"What floor Veronica?" Veronica shifted her gaze to Ever and thought for a moment. She was pretty sure her room was 721, but then again it might be 621...but she didn't exactly want to get off on the same floor as Red. That may lead to conversation and right now she just wanted to get to the minibar. It was taunting her, knowing that it was so close. Smiling she said, "Floor 7 please."

Yet, right as she said it, the mini-bars taunts and calls were demolished. They completely disappeared because just as the elevator began to move Ever had pulled out a cigarette. She lit it and puffed the smoke away from Veronica, and reflexively she tightened her grip on the railing she had been holding onto ever so loosely before. It was right...there. Even just a puff of the smoke would have sated Veronica just a bit, but Ever thought she would care, so she was tilting all of the things she irresistably craved in the opposite direction. She wouldn't lie, she knew in moments like these that she was addicted to it. Addicted to the smoke, addicted to the drink. She was just addicted. Maybe Ever would get out at the same time as Red and she could try and breathe in as much of the smoke that was left when they were gone. Then she would find her room, maybe update her twitter and check her e-mails. Or maybe she would just check her e-mails. Then after that, she would go exploring.

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When he was confronted with the blonde chicks question about if Red knows who she was, he slightly smiled, and in a cute and innocent way put his hand behind his head. “I have been busy lately; so busy that even I forget my manager’s name.” He chuckled modestly. “I am very sorry that I cannot remember your name; though, if you tell me, I will try to remember.” He put his hands in a prayer like position, his smile shrinking into a cute half smile that is often seen on a child.

Though, when Veronica had answered his question, his attention drew towards her; a smile now slightly moving to the right side of his face. “Ah, I understand the feeling. Perhaps if they allowed our trip to be more peaceful, then maybe the day would be brighter.” His eyes squinted up, before an intoxication smell filled the elevator.

To be completely honest, Red was never attracted to smokers; in fact, he absolutely hated the smell with a strong passion. His eyes beaded towards the blonde haired girl, trying to hold back the cough that was prickling his throat. “It’s a shame that such a pretty girl smokes; it ruins your skin and immune system- not to mention it completely deteriorates your health.” He suggested, the smile disappearing; he allowed it to grow smaller until it was just an uncertain half smile that planted onto his face.

“Though, I am not obligated to tell you what you can or cannot do; so do what you will.” His voice was sweet, yet, if someone was smart enough, they could pick up the slight and very small hinder in his voice where he had insulted her. Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

“Well, I guess this is farewell; goodbye and see you around.” He smiled, waving his hand at the two before he walked down the hallway, and pulling out his room key to open the door. The room was big and beautiful; even though it did not have much of a view, the room did have beautiful scenery within the area. Without Red knowing, he had allowed the door to open as he sat on his couch. The door was open enough to invite anyone curious enough to walk in.


Nabi Freeson.


After a long choice of foods, Nabi finally filled her plate and elegantly walked back to the table; she’d figure that she would end up going back anyways, so she’d start off small. Her fork pierced into the pretty white angel hair pasta, wrapping its long and stringy self around the civil ware and just right when she was about to pop it into her mouth, her phone rang.

With disappointment filling her eyes, Nabi set down the fork and picked up the phone; only to find her manager’s voice on the other end. “I forgot to mention, but while you are on this trip…” He began, though, all of his speaking was going through one ear and out of the next on Nabi; fore, she was much more interested in the yummy looking noodles that resided on her plate.

Finally, Nabi caved in and ate her fork clean, while she finally turned her attention towards her manager, politely cleaning off her mouth. “…so, to prevent you from eating your money away, I have limited your funds for this vacation to only two hundred; so spend wisely.”

At the unfortunate news her manager had just given her, Nabi coughed into her napkin, tapping her chest as she looked around, making sure she doesn’t loose her composure. “A-Alright, it is understandable…” Her voice was nice, yet it sounded a bit sad. The buffet itself was about a hundred bucks, which only left her with a hundred more to spend on her trip- which was absolutely ridiculous!

She bit her lip slightly as she took another bite, knowing that her manager had cleverly played her this time.

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Everly watched his innocent smile skeptically. She didn't trust charm. Other people might fall all over themselves for it, but she found it suspicious, and even harder to trust than the rudest person on the planet. “I have been busy lately; so busy that even I forget my manager’s name. I am very sorry that I cannot remember your name; though, if you tell me, I will try to remember.” He said with a child-like smile. She chuckled lightly.

"Everly Doyle. Don't sweat it." She said with a shrug before his attention turned back to Veronica.

"Floor 7 please." Veronica said, and she tapped the seven button.

That's when Red turned back to her. The charm had gone out of his eyes, and he shot daggers at her. She only smiled and raised her eyebrows. Making other people angry never failed to amuse her. “It’s a shame that such a pretty girl smokes; it ruins your skin and immune system- not to mention it completely deteriorates your health.”

That pissed her off. Who was he to tell her what to do? She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “Though, I am not obligated to tell you what you can or cannot do; so do what you will.” He said it in a kind enough tone, but Ever was an expert at reading between the lines. She caught the blatant insult under his words and ground her teeth together as the elevator doors slid back and he stepped out. “Well, I guess this is farewell; goodbye and see you around.”

Oh no you don't. She seethed in her head and stepped out after him.

He left the door to his room open, making it easy for her to barge in, not really caring that she was uninvited. She didn't want to start a major fight, she just wanted this jerk to know, that is was not okay to insult her. That she was not like most celebrities, and just swallow it for the sake of her image. She just had to get that message across. She whipped her cigarette into his garbage can. "Does my smoking bother you pretty-boy?" She said from behind him. When he turned to face her, she whipped off her shades, revealing her icy blue eyes, filled with anger. She raised her eyebrows, as if expecting an answer, but cut him off before he could talk. "Don't give me any of your charming bullshit either. I got the knife at me under all that sweetness." She placed her hand on her hip. "Next time, think twice before you tell a perfect stranger how to live their life, asshole." There. It was out there. No taking it back now. That's how Ever was though. She rarely thought before she spoke. Sometimes she regretted that later, sometimes she didn't. She wasn't quite sure if she'd regret that one or not, but there was no use trying to cover it up.

With that, she slipped her sunglasses back on. Behind her, someone said her name. "Um, Ever?" She turned to see Mark, her bass guitarist peeking into the room. Behind him, the rest of her band and Ted all stood. Ted's face was white, and he glanced from Red to Ever. Obviously, he didn't approve of her latest explosion. "Sorry," Mark said to Red before focusing on her again. "We were heading to the room and heard your voice."

Ted looked at Red with a nervous smile, but didn't step into the room. "You'll have to excuse her. She can be kind of a hothead and has no manors. You'd think she was raised in a barn."

Ever glared at him, and hissed under her breath. "You're not my mother Ted. Get the hell out of here." She watched them leave before turning to Red. She'd planned on storming in and back out again, but her band, Ted mostly, had embarrassed her so she couldn't just awkwardly walk off now. She might as well wait for his reaction, though he'd probably just kick her out. Not that she cared. She was dying to get a drink anyway. She'd not come on vacation just to start fights with pretty-boys like Red Jones.

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Veronica couldn't agree more when Red said the managers should let their vacations be more peaceful, and almost began to like him at that point. Almost. Because the second Ever had pulled out her cigarette Red had shown an obvious distaste for it. He even commented on how wrong it was, then went on to insult her indirectly. Normally these things would have no effect on Veronica, but seeing that he was insulting something that she herself was obsessed with doing, she took the opinion to heart as if he had directed it to her. He had his own opinions sure, but you don't go around commenting that way towards things that could be called a 'taboo' topic. That's what that would be called right? Not talking about how disgusting you find it to smoke around people who do?

Her thoughts were cut short when Red sauntered out of the elevator with Ever stomping out right behind him. She smirked, all of the anger that she herself had been building up had dessipated. She liked watching others negatives emotions, they made her feel better about herself, and the display Ever had just cascaded had made any bad thoughts about Red go to rest. If he could do that so easily, well she considered him lucky. She tried to be subtle with insults before, she learned that although she can get the same result, her ways of angering people were not nearly as subtle.

As the elevator opened she realized she had let all the smoke leave and that the elevator had actually moved at all. She stepped out and walked to her room, where she slipped her card into the door and entered her room. She heard a crumple under her feet as she stepped in but ignored it, heading straight to the minibar. The sound of paper under her feet hardly even registered as she pulled out a bottle of vodka from the bar and took a swig right from the bottle. She closed the lid and sighed in content as the fire burned in her throat for that short moment. Her bags were already in her room and unpacked as expected and she was tempted to change, but decided against it. Instead she hopped onto her bed and called room service.
"Hello, room service. How can I assist you?"
"Room service? Yeah, I want to know where I will be able to find the night club."
"The night club? Well, most guests prefer to explore to find the areas. If you would like that too, there should be a map placed on your bed."
"Fine, I'll use the map. If I can't find it though I'll see to it you'll never step foot within sight of this place again. Understood?"
"Understood madam."
She cringed at the term 'madam'. She most certainly was NOT a madam. She picked the map off of the bed like te man had said it would be and started to walk out of the door when she spotted the paper. Out of curiosity she picked it up and read aloud the words she saw. "Celbrity Rankings..." She muttered. Who would slide this under her door? It must be some prank by one of the staff. Still, it was a website. Couldn't hurt to look at it. She walked over to the computer and typed in the address, pressing enter and muttering to herself, "This had better be good."

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Before he could even react, Everly was behind him, screaming and yelling at him; oh, how he wanted to smile, to smirk and to laugh out loud. He wanted to slam the door shut and ram her up against the wall and scare the absolute shit out of her, though, Red kept his calm, friendly and cute composure as he watched her vent her anger out onto him.

Once she was finished, Red stood, as if he was going to do something; yet, his real emotions was masked by his shocked and innocent face. “Wha-, no, I think you misunderstood…” He started, but was cut off by what seemed her band members, they stood in the door way as they began to speak; one of them apologizing for her behavior on his behalf.

What a pathetic fool; one who cannot even make the one at fault take the blame. If I was in his shoes, I’d… Before he could finish his thoughts, Everly cursed at her band members, showing no respect what so ever to a man; one who could replace her easily- or at least, with Red’s help they could. He knew plenty of foreign singers who’d be so desperate to become famous, that they’d kill; he also knew a hot number that would give Red a good time if he’d get her into a band. One that wasn’t as crude as Everly.

He simply smiled sweetly; seeing her embarrassed and awkward face made him all giggly inside. “Ah, don’t worry much about it; I’m sure I said something wrong.” He chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of his head once more. “Oh, but if you don’t mind, please be my guest and come in for a drink if you all would like; I do have a mini bar here, and I’m not that much of a drinker.”

Lie; a lie that was so cleverly hidden behind his amazing acting skills; yes, he loved to drink- yet, he could never get drunk. Perhaps it was a father thing; after he had a child, he’s never been able to get drunk- or maybe he was just immune to it after a while. “Ah, and if you’d like, I could easily crack a window so that er… you and your band members could smoke if you’d like.” He said, smiling; as if he was apologizing; though, Red knew he wasn’t.

Before they could answer, he turned on the light to the bar, before he pulled out the alcoholic beverages; his smile sweetly widening as he pulled out the cups. “You’d be able to save whatever drinks that you have for later by consuming mine.” He looked up, with a smile; though, it would be much more fun if Veronica had joined him, as well as the cute girl he had acted in a movie with.

What was her name? Ah, Amarina, that was her name. Red and her where a love interest, and even at some point, had a romantic scene where they had kissed. His eyes watched the people who were in his apartment, before his eyes caught a small piece of paper around his door. “Ah…” He simply said, walking away from the bar and over towards where the band members were. “Excuse me.” He said, his tone happy and almost preppy as he picked it up.

The envelope was pretty and his first thought was it was a love note; of course, only an arrogant man would think that- oh wait, Red was completely arrogant. He stuff the envelope into his pocket, determined to read it either when they leave or if they decided to stay, he’d read it with him once the mood had lighten up.

((Not doing Nabi’s post this time; but for those who’d like to interact with her, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant eating. :3 ))

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“Ah, don’t worry much about it; I’m sure I said something wrong.” He said, infuriatingly. Ever was about to flare up again when he spoke again. “Oh, but if you don’t mind, please be my guest and come in for a drink if you all would like; I do have a mini bar here, and I’m not that much of a drinker.” Had he read her mind? She was dying for a drink. Slowly, the fight seemed to drain out of her, and she glanced at his bar before leaning back on one hip and glancing at her band.

“Ah, and if you’d like, I could easily crack a window so that er… you and your band members could smoke if you’d like.” She looked back at Red. No one was this charming. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she tried to detect anything in his voice that hinted towards a lie, or an insult. What was his secret? How did he always stay this kind and sweet and adorable? No one was naturally like that, were they?

"No." Mark and Ted said almost at the same time from behind her. Ted continued, "We should go unpack."

Ever shrugged. "Suit yourself." She said with a sigh. "I'm having a drink." Her band turned and left, and she shut the door behind them. She turned to see Red pulling out the drinks, and she went over to sit at the bar, taking one. She watched him as he excused himself to go grab a piece of paper off the floor, her blue eyes still trying to find a flaw. Something that suggested that this wasn't the real Red Jones.

Not really one for apologizing, she just dropped her previous anger, and gestured to the drink. "Thanks." She said, then gestured to the paper he'd picked up. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" She said, with a slight teasing smile.

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He simply smiled as he watched the young, crude woman help herself to his refreshments; a smile that was truly genuine. He liked it when women weren’t… well, women. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" Once again, his eyes turned into slits as he smiled at her words, shrugging as he pulled it out of his pocket.

“Ah, I hope so. It enlightens me when I know my fans love me.” He said, flailing the letter in the air. “Well, I’m going to read it, and if it doesn’t have anything embarrassing or inappropriate, then I will show you.” He said joyfully, opening up the letter; the smile on his face faded a bit, but soon reappeared back onto his face much sooner. “Ah, to my disappointment, it is only asking me to go onto this website… see?” He smiled, sliding the letter over to her before he plucked out his phone.

It was an odd name for a website, and his first thought was it was some crappy homemade website that advertised and flaunted their knowledge about celebrities around like they where some kind of rag dolls. Red smiled, clicking onto the link before sitting next to Everly, sharing his phone with her whether she’d asked him too or not. “If you’d like to see better…” He began. Get your own damn phone and look it up, lazy, underrated- “Just ask me and I will let you see better.” He said, his voice almost perfect, masking his actual thoughts that swarmed into his head.

This better be good; otherwise, I might as well open a bottle of champagne and whiskey. Drinking along with this one might be fun; perhaps if I get her drunk enough, I could let myself go as well… Red’s thoughts jumped from topic to topic as he navigated his phone, augmenting the screen so she could see it better. “I hope it’s interesting!” He exclaimed, as if he was getting excited about seeing what the sight was all about.

((Once again, not posting for Nabi; I will though, for the next post- promise! :3))