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Veronica Pierce [6] Oh well, who needs privacy anyway?
Indi Hunter [4] "My childhood wasn't better or worse, just different."
Sean White [3] Just your average Actor!
Amarina Del Rey [1] "We do what we have to for an image."

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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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“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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Letting the sunlight stream in through her curtains. Marina finally heard the voice of the love of her life. Her large Great Dane, Joanny. Her dog that loved to cuddle and has been waiting to wake her up in person since she has gotten back from her movie in Brazil. It was her frist actual action film that she was starring in. And, hopefully people wouild take her more serious as an actor and not just this girl that had to be in romantic films where she played the woman lead with an guy she barely knew.


She smiled as her dog licked her forehead. It was gross but, she missed her pup. No matter he was an old dog or not. She opened her deep brown eyes and looked around her rather huge room. Fluttering her lashes, she couldn't help but smile. Well, a smirk. She was going to be able to get away from everything. The calls she would be getting from her family trying to contact her. Fans attacking her for a picture. And, the paparazzi for a story like what's her next real movie and who she was seeing. And, all these other things that either offensive or just annoying to answer. So, she said 'no comment'.

Getting up from her very warm and welcoming king size bed. It was just welcoming to fall back asleep to just say hell to the trip and go back to sleep. Yet, she still wanted to go and relax from her daily life. She wipped the sleep from her eyes and walked. Slowly. To her walk in closet to look for an outfit to slip on. She looked through her clothing. Every color from mint green to bright pink. Not exactly neon pink, but still bright enough for her taste. She had a classy style. She was French after all. And, did really, really love fashion. And, she found this adorable blazer, pink. Of course.


She slipped her nightgown off her slim yet, athletic body and layed it on to the marble floor of her closet. And revealed her matching rose undergarments to.... just herself. But, it still made her uncomfortable. She qucikly grabbed her outfit and slipped it on her body. Before slipping on her creamy colored heels. Adding on two inches to her 5'7 height. "Ok, I think. I'm ready." She said to Joanny before looking at her luggage that was already being brought down by her housekeeper and probably her closet friend, Rosalinda. She was old and very short. But, she still took care of herself and never let Marina try and disrespect her.


Gracias, Rosalinda. Te amo. She said with a smile on her face. "I love you too, princessa." Amarina smiled sweetly at her friend before seeing her carrying two of her bags down her spiral staircase. She grabbed her two other bags and walked down the stairs, hearing the clack, clack, clack of her heels hitting the stairs with force. She whistled her fingers and heard her dog run down the stairs and almost tackle his own to the ground. "I'm gonna miss you too, buddy." She rubbed her dog's large head and then his neck. She had just been away from her pal for a couple of months and then she was leaving her pup again.


She rubbed dog's head before seeing her dog rush the other direction. Out to his very, very large dog door. "Fine. Then." She said to her other maid and her friend from Paris, Marjourie. They were close and well, she was the person Marina always ran to for advice from a younger perspective. She hugged her friend before hearing her whisper in her ear. "Have fun and meet some new people." Marina smiled and nodded. "You know it, girly." She said high fiving her friend and looking at Rosalinda from her front door at she slipped the bags into her car. She waved good bye to both her friends before sitting in the front seat of her car and gladly not seeing anyone with a large camera in her face. She drove off and was ready to let this trip begin!

Hours later and thousands of songs later, she walked into the enterance of the hotel. She looked at the luggage being carried to her room as she walked to the pool and decided to look around. She wasn't ready to go unpack and she needed so air. Before she started to breath in the air and look around at the clear blue water.

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Indi had arrived early, like early as in the sun was still in the process of rising. She was always careful not to show up anywhere late, but this time is was because she was anxious to get to the hotel. She just wanted her break to begin, to stop caring about when a stray reporter might catch sight of her. Don't get her wrong, Indi loves being famous and having fans that adore her, it's just that she has been planning this break ever since she found out she was adopted. She couldn't take a break right away tough as she was in the middle of filming, and publicly she had to keep up the charade of a happy family. She needed this break, she didn't want to have to pretend everything was alright anymore.

She walked into the lobby, got her room key and headed directly to her room on floor six, and laid down on the bed. It was far too early for anybody to be around, so it wasn't like she had much choice other than to head to her room. Indi was born famous so this was definitely not her first trip to Cashew Hotel, she was well aware of the system and most of the staff. Though of course every time she stayed here there were always a few new staff. Indi never knew what to do when she stayed at Cashew Hotel though and this time was no different. She was always told where to be, what to do and who to act as, it was just part of her life, but when she came here, suddenly she had to think for herself. Indi knew she couldn't just lay on the bed all day though, as much as she wanted to. So pulling herself up she unpacked and decided to take a walk around the Hotel grounds, alone. Before you say it, yes she was aware of how lonely and depressing this sounded, but it wasn't exactly like she knew anyone staying here, at least not yet.

Okay, so she got sidetracked in the process of leaving the room and end up watching the television for a good hour or two. When she was finally able to break the trance the TV had put her under, leaving her room Indi found that people had began moving around and arriving. She wasn't all that upset that people were around now though, Indi liked people, she hadn't gotten here early to avoid people. Arriving at the elevator at the end of her floor Indi pushed on the little elevator icon that indicated going down. Looking up though she saw the elevator was already in use and currently still on the ground floor. Realizing she may have to wait a little bit Indi moved back from the elevator, she didn't mind waiting she was patient person and well, she didn't exactly have anywhere to be.

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Sean was in his limo listening to his agent nag him about his new movie coming out. He zoned out and he started petting Little. This was the second time he has been at this hotel and he couldn't wait for a break. He has been working non stop since his agent put him in a movie he didn't even want to be in. He planned to come to the Cashew Hotel last week and it was all over the tabloids this morning so he already knew that he was going to be bombarded by photographers and people from the magazine. It was bad enough that they had posted his latest break up everywhere and now they are following him to the hotel. His train of thought was broken when his agent snapped his fingers in Sean's face. They were here. He waved goodbye to the agent and stepped out of the limo. Little was in his bag so that she was scared by all the flashing. Some bellboy grabbed his bags from the car and he was trying to protect his eyes.

"Sean! Sean! Look over here!"

"Why did you break up with Mindy?"

"Tell us the details about your new movie!"

"Why are you at the Cashew Hotel?"

Luckily the security guard of the Cashew Hotel was aware that things like this happened and protected Sean. Sean took the bags from the bellboy since he perfectly capable of carrying his own stuff. He walked up to the receptionist with a smile and she checked him in. "Thanks." He said. He lugged his stuff over to the elevator and got in. The elevator door closed and he sighed. He just wanted peace. And he got it until the elevator landed on his floor. The door opened up to reveal Indi Hunter. He hasn't met her, but of course he knew who she was. He smiled and dragged his stuff out of the elevator. "Hi." He said to her while taking his stuff out of the elevator. Once all his stuff was out of the elevator he looked over at her. "You're Indi Hunter, right?"

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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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Indi looked up as she heard the elevator doors open revealing Sean White behind them. Surprisingly, as they were both actors they had never crossed paths up until now. She looked at him for a few seconds before looking away. He was rather attractive, but that wasn't anything new, she was a actress who worked with attractive actors everyday. Besides she knew enough to stay away, he was a womanizer and a heart breaker. He had dated her friend Mindy for a period of time, before of course, as Mindy told it, he slept with her and then never called her back.

"You're Indi Hunter right?" Indi looked up slightly surprised, of course she had spent her whole life famous and expected people to know her name. She had never gotten used to other celebrities that she saw on TV and listened to on the radio knowing her name. It always caught her a little off guard, even though it really shouldn't have. It was even weirder when other celebrities were fans of hers. Shrugging it off she smiled up at Sean. "Uh, yeah, I am, though people generally just use my first name," She said smiling sweetly. "And you are Sean White, I absolutely loved your last movie, me and my friend went and saw it in the cinemas like four times." She rubbed the back of her neck looking away shyly. He may have been a complete womanizer, but he made great movies. She felt a little bit awkward though, she always felt like because she was an actress she shouldn't get excited over other movies.

"I see you're taking a break from filming for a little bit though," Indi said motioning to his bags that were at his feet, "how long are you planning on staying?" Indi was honestly just being friendly, it who she was but she did hold a small reservation about his reputation. Mindy had told her that Sean was nothing but a heartbreaker, but Indi thought he seemed kind enough. Indi always believed in never judging people until they gave you a reason to and he hadn't done her any wrong yet. She'd make sure to keep her distance though, there was no way she'd let him play her.

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Finn rocked up at Cashew Hotel very late in the morning, sporting a pair of black sunnies. He had been photographed partying last night, and now the natural conclusion that the paparazzi would make was that he was hungover. Then that leads to articles about how he's irresponsible, has a terrible reputation, parties too hard etc. Keeping up a bad boy reputation was way too easy. At first he actually had to party, get hungover and sleep with random girls, now though people just expected it of him. Last night he had his photo taken with a few scantily dressed girls, always with an alcoholic beverage in his hand, wether it was his or not. Then he had bailed on the party just before midnight through the back door. This morning he had already gone for an hour jog and started working on his new song, before he left for the hotel. It was just another unwritten part of his contract, must get seen partying, drinking, with drunk attractive women, must not get seen before eleven in the morning, without a hangover. Finn didn't even like parties all that much anymore. Apparently his background set him up perfectly for the bad boy image though, and being the sweet, princely type, was overdone and apparently a lot harder to maintain.

Arriving at the Reception desk he managed to soundlessly receive his keys and head upstairs to put his luggage away. He entered his dorm, unceremoniously dumped his bags on the floor, threw his jacket on the bed and turned around, ready to leave his room. Finn isn't exactly someone who like being cooped up, he thrives on being outdoors, and seeming as he was here to work on some new songs, he needed to find some inspiration. He wasn't exactly feeling inspired, by his plain, white, off white, whatever, colored room. As he turned to leave his room though Finn noticed a small white card on the ground near his door. Picking it up he read the website, and placing it on the small table near the door, he decided he'd check out the website later.

Finn headed to pool first, soaking in some sunlight and lighting up a cigarette. Smoking wasn't a necessary part of his whole bad boy persona, of course it helped, but with the whole singing thing being his talent his manager was strongly against it. It was a habit that he couldn't break from back when he was younger. Although Finn didn't exactly smoke all that often, he had managed to ween it down to every now and then. He only wished he could just quit all together, even if smoking added to the bad boy vibe.

He saw a girl with golden blonde hair also deciding the pool was a good place to soak up some sunlight. Finn only guessed this about her though due to the fact she wasn't swimming nor look like she intended to swim. "Hey," He said, nodding to her and giving her a half smile as he passed her on his way to the poolside. She was probably some celebrity he should know, but Finn never really made an effort to read magazines or keep up to date with celebrities. He never has and he's not going to start now that he is one. Finn rolled up his jeans so they ended up just below his knees before he sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his legs in. He felt completely relaxed, now in this state he could definitely find some inspiration.

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"Uh, yeah, I am, though people generally just use my first name," Sean smiled at her. She was as nice as the tabloids said she was, but he new better than to believe the tabloids. They made lies about him everyday and all the time. He was getting sick of it, but his agent wouldn't do anything about it. He wasn't allowed to say anything or the tabloids would use it against him. So he now has to live his life as a heart breaker. "And you are Sean White, I absolutely loved your last movie, me and my friend went and saw it in the cinemas like four times." He nodded. "Thanks. I watch you too." He blushed a little. "You're movies I mean." He didn't mean for it to come out stalker-ish. But he has seen her a few times around outside of her movies, but he doesn't remember where.

"how long are you planning on staying?" Sean shrugged. "Hopefully forever. This is pretty much the only place where I can get some peace. I might retire here." He said jokingly. But he wasn't kidding about the peace. When he is filming movies he is pestered by a whole bunch of people. When he is in the streets he is wanted by female fans, which makes things worse for him. And when he is at home with his parents it's paparazzi central. He could never find a place to relax until he came here. And he plans on keeping it that way. He liked the Cashew Hotel and this is his 3rd time being her.

"What about you? How long are you staying?" He liked Indi she was pretty nice to him even if she saw what the tabloids said about him. Then it him. He has seen Indi around because she was friends with Mindy. Mindy would always hang with her and then hang with him. He knew that he had encountered her once or twice, but now his confidence level is way down. He didn't want it to phase him though. So at the moment he put his acting skills in power. He didn't let that seep into his skin and he kept his charming smile.