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Eloise Pardon

"I don't know how much longer I can stay satisfied with just this. There has to be more. There's always more."

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a character in “Kohana Creek”, as played by Pancakee

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"Your mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open."



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Name: Eloise Jeanette Pardon

Nickname: Eli [L-e]

Age: 19

Likes
+Painting
+Sketching
+Photography
+Poetry
+Crafting
+Literature
+Marijuana
+Animals
+Long Drives
+The Smell of Gasoline
+Warm Nights
+Bargains
+Mens Flannel
+Cold Beer
+Fresh Fruit
+Black and White Films
+Jewelry
+Drive-in-Movies
+Recycling
+Gardening
+Bonfires
+Being Independent
+Culinary
+Public Transportation
Dislikes
-Law Enforcement
-Politics
-Sexism
-Educational System
-Rodents
-Chocolate
-Meat
-Small Confined Spaces
-Processed Foods
-Bills
-Her New Landlord
-Working
-Clowns
-Rain
-Uncomfortable Shoes
-Tourists
-Arrogant People
-Loud Tenants/Neighbors
-Animal Cruelty
-Failure
-Racism/Prejudice
-Pop Culture/Music



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ImageEli's appearance changes just as quick as the seasons themselves change.
While she is a natural brunette, she is constantly experimenting with her hair. From a soft auburn, to a bleached blonde, and even back to a brunette. It all depends on her mood, and most of the time, it is done out of boredom. Her hair is always kept cut because of its rapid growth, never passing the top of her back. Her bangs have grown out, and layers are kept for a fuller appearance. Her story-telling eyes are a soft blue, but at times give the illusion of green. She stands at 5'6 without shoes, hardly ever towering over the next person. With her consistent diet of fruits and vegetables, it has helped maintain her slender build; She weighs around 120 pounds, give or take. Although slim, she does have a slight curvature to her body. Even so, it is often hidden with looser fit clothing. As much time as she spends in the sun, she hardly tans. She is far from pale, but her skin and complexion remain light. Feminine, but not at all graceful. She tends to slouch and can't make the habit of keeping her legs crossed at the knee as taught.





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Abuses more than Ms Mary Jane | Partakes in Promiscuous Activities | Sexually and Physically Abused Throughout her Childhood | Will Update as RP Progresses




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ImageEloise has taken her life's struggles, and built them in to the foundation of her very strong persona. She was forced to grow up at a very young age mentally, her childhood robbed. She matured quickly, and even today, a deep conversation with her is hard to get out of. At times Eloise speaks as if she is much older, and knows much more about the world than most young women her age. Never making rash decisions, she thinks and acts with clarity and understanding. This is in no way implying that she is stuck-up or arrogant, but the girl does have an old soul. She chased after life's promises on her own, and paved the road throughout her own life. Taking every experience as a life lesson, and running through them just as quickly as the wind blows. Taking the bad with the good, and the good with the bad, she made sure she was completely in charge of her life. At the age of 17, she was already on her own. Seeing most of the world in all its glory and imperfections, she knew she wanted to only live a life full of love and full of her own rules. Even though she is quite social, she knows when to turn the waters of her mouth off and simply listen. Being a great listener also comes with being very open minded. This as a whole makes her a very easy person to confide in. Being care-free and free-spirited, Eloise doesn't set any limitations to herself. While she may or may not partake in promiscuous sex, she sees that sort of lifestyle as only sharing love and companionship with someone. Image Because of her past, she is just a bit vulnerable. But she holds back, leaving her relationships never pursued to more than friendships. The fear of becoming easily attached is existent. As said she keeps relationships as friendships, some with sexual benefits. She is not afraid of commitment, but prefers not to become committed. At least not any time soon. This has posed a problem in the past, since her actions can seem misleading to someone who does not understand her lifestyle. Because she is in tune with her emotions, she can easily sympathize with and for another. She is overall a very loving person, who cares about most things that other people wouldn't. With so many great things said, there are plenty of flaws to accompany them. Her independence can lead her to always want things done a certain way. Her way. She also refuses to ask for help from anyone, whether it be with a difficult task or financial assistance. She can also come off as stubborn because of this. She is also a pretty apathetic towards work. She aspires to be a photographer or artist, and that has been her life-time commitment. Bills pile up because of her inability to keep or find a job. But she gets by. Eloise is also very nosey. As if her own life's business isn't enough, she likes to poke in the affairs of others. But discreetly. With all the drama boiling over in Kohana Creek, Eloise is all ears and eyes. She is quite certain she knows just about everyone's dirty laundry, getting to know them through their late night altercations or mid day secret affairs. Details are left a blur, but she is sure she knows more than anyone else would know. As said before, she is in tune with her own emotions but there is only so much she can control. Especially when under the influence. Whether it be drugs or alcohol, her fits of anger can become uncontrollable. Because of this, Eli prefers to drink or dabble in drugs alone. There have been plenty of friendships ruined because of her uncontrollable mouth and rage while not in her right mind.




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"Your heart's a mess, you won't admit to it.."

When asked about her past, if ever, Eli does not reveal much. Why would she? A childhood filled with a series of tragedies and her teenage years which were no different. Eli is hesitant to bring up her past, and the conversation is always avoided. Her mother was 15 and her father was 16 when she was conceived. A summer fling which never had its chance to blossom in to a romance. But with a child now involved, it made their relationship more complicated than it already was. Hardly compatible, the young parents were always neck and neck and never eye to eye. Naive, uncertain and unprepared, they spiraled down hill as parents. Consumed by their own feelings and own emotions towards life and each other, they hardly ever put in to thought the affect their actions had on Eloise. Eli grew up neglected emotionally by both sides. ImageShe was fed and she was clothed. But she was not shown much affection or love. When Eli was 8 her mother fell for a much older man whose bank account was more than enough to draw the young mother in. Eli's mother was tired of living a hopeful life, and just wanted her dreams to come true without having to put in the effort behind it, so she took that opportunity as quickly as it came. Eli was indifferent about her mothers relationship, and even the separation from her father tugged no strings on Eli's young heart. At the airport, the hug between father and daughter was tighter than usual. But that was all it was. A hug with a tighter-than-normal hold. Still empty. They moved to the North Shore of Hawaii, to Haleiwa. Just the three of them; Eloise, her mother and her mothers financial crutch. And surprisingly, Eli enjoyed it. The island. The friends she made. Their more than spacious home. She adjusted to the change rather quickly, even adjusting to the new man in her life. Until the innapropriate fondling began. His hands damaging all the innocence of a 10 year old girl. And her mother? Well, she knew. How could she not? Not only were the signs evident, but so were the bruises and markings on Eli's body. A fragile and sacred temple, robbed of all its worth. But he was making this life they were living possible. He earned this. He deserved this. Eli deserved this. And she grew up, her lips sealed and a lump in her throat. She never spoke of it to anyone. Surrounding herself with people who she called friends. Growing up faster than expected. Driven by sex and experimenting in drugs. It became exciting. Life did. The older she got, the more free she became. Taking chances, going for the risk and on the way of it all, making horrible decisions. But she was searching. For what, she didn't know. But she wouldn't stop until she found it. At 17, she left home. And it wouldn't matter. She knew they wouldn't come looking for her. Wrapped in a world of their own, she didn't think twice about announcing her leave. All she had was herself, and that was enough to keep her on her feet. She either stayed with friends, in cold motel rooms with strangers, or occasionally in tents with other free-spirits such as herself. But this was better than any place she had ever called home. The passing months were spent painting beach side or mingling in marijuana circles. A life she had never imagined for herself as a child, but grew quick to love. She made way to Honolulu, making income any way possible, whether it was selling her paintings or working odd jobs for quick pay. She never struggled, and could honestly say she never wanted for a thing. It was around her 19th birthday when she had just enough money to be able to afford a small apartment of her own. She found Kohana Creek by chance, and jumped at the open apartment since it fit her current income. But odd jobs became hard to keep, and rent was never able to be paid on time. Even so, her landlord Keilani never pushed the girl for payments. Instead, she took interest in the young girls paintings, occasionally taking them off her hands and letting them adorn the walls throughout the apartment floors to temporarily suffice. Of course, Eli never used this as an excuse to not come up with what she owed the woman. Keilani knew that when Eli had the money, she would never neglect to pay. And so far, it has been easy living. It is nearing a year she has been a resident of Kohana Creek, and she is still battling her demons day to day. Though her secrets never leave the four corners of her room for the world to know, she is still confronted with them everyday. Her occasional play in drugs is becoming an addiction, and she is latching on to the men in her life more than usual. The drugs have become a comfort, and ironically so has the sex despite her past. But it is something she will never admit, not even to herself. There is no problem here in Apartment 1109.
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So begins...

Eloise Pardon's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Charity Louis Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Hope Louis Character Portrait: Ava Vinyard Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Drew Williams Character Portrait: Severin Macer

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Location: Honolulu, Hawaii
Date: Friday, September 17, 2013
Time: 8:21 P.M.
Temp: 74 F


The night was cool, breezy with the faint smell of saltwater. The rain had finally let up after three hours of nonstop sprinkling. By this time of the day the waves have calmed, but the tiding waves continue to cascade onto the bed of sand. Occasionally soaking a bolder or two. Honolulu is one the largest cities Hawaii has to offer, populated by many. Just under half a million believe it or not. So many different diversities intermix here but the culture remains rich. Visitors seemed to think the palm trees, clear beaches and warm weather hints to paradise. Some think of it as a sub-unit of Hawaii's paradise. The residents might say different. Contrary to belief... it rains a lot. Earthquakes aren't uncommon. Volcanic eruptions are nothing new although they are a not a threat, some are even made into visitor attractions. But that's on the outer skirts of town.

Bright luminescent lights braze the City. Large buildings loom over the streets of Honolulu. Though one building stands tall. Taller than the rest. Kohana Creek. It's one of those places that everyone knows about, seen or wishe they could live there. The tranquil environment is enough to draw any one in. Being right off the coast of the beach. The landlord Keilani Fergosa has spent o]over half of her life keeping this place in order. Going above and beyond to keep the tenants happy. But something tragic has happened. The wonderful woman that many knew well had a secret -- a secret she kept to herself for many years. Keilani Fergosa had developed lung cancer in her fifties. The doctors did all they could for the poor woman. And for a few short years things started to look up. Until just recently. Ms. Fergosa had been having problems with breathing. Her son, Ono took her to the doctor only to find the cancer once again spreading. Sadly, the doctors gave her only one year to live. She fought, and pushed out another two years but one night. Her heart gave out. The cancer had spread and Ms. Fergosa could no longer fight any more. Cancer had won.

Her son Ono found her a few days later, lying in bed. He debated telling the tenants but decided to keep things private until further notice. Ms. Fergosa also didn't tell anyone that she had been in a dispute between a wealthy man who wanted to buy Kohana Creek from her. This man, Alan Westbrook personally came to Hawaii to do what his lawyers couldn't. He'd admit she was a stubborn old woman, but he offered millions. Still she resisted.

But her deteriorating health made her reconsider what was best for her family and tenants -- friends. She knew if she died, her son Ono would be to busy to look after the complex properly. It saddened her that she couldn't keep it in the family. That building remained in the Fergosa name since she was a young girl. But the offer of money meant Ono would be taken care of and Mr. Westbrook assured he would do his best to keep everything the same.

Luckily for Mr. Westbrook, all the paper work had been finalized a day before her death. An unfortunate event for everyone... But they will soon learn that Keilani Fergosa had secrets.

And the tenants will soon learn.




We all have secrets. Whats yours?




Giselle Torres had lived on the twenty-third floor for nearly four years. It was home and she never dreamed of leaving anytime soon. Things were quiet, peaceful and over all a great place to live. These sort of thoughts usually swirl her head around this time. Her lease was almost up, much like the other tenants which meant signing up for another year would permanently decide her future. But who would want to leave in the first place. Close to the beach, gym, pools, laundry room. If it were possible to sign a three year lease she would.

Coming back from her thoughts, the woman saw that Finding Nemo had just ended. It was always so nice to watch this movie. Not only does it teach kids a valuable lesson of never going against your parents but Dori made her laugh every time. Little Hope had been sitting Indian style with her chin resting in the palms of her hands. Clearly deeply involved in the movie. Elle glanced down at her watch. 8:30 P.M. And just that time to start cooking dinner.

"Okay... how about you find us something else to watch while I... order something. Take out sound good?"

She unlocked the screen of her cell phone and began to hit the contact button. Chong's had been programmed in her phone since the day she moved here. They had the best Chinese food in town. And they were conveniently close so delivery was available. Elle recited the order, occasionally Hope would say what she wanted only to change it seconds later. But at last, the food was ordered and should be there in an hour.

"Did you find anything?" The brunette kneeled beside Hope as she skimmed through the movie collection. "How about this, The Lion King?" Before she could hear Hope's answer, a sound of movements from the door caught her attention. A small thud could be heard. It couldn't have been the delivery guy, or Piper or Ava. They always usually text before coming over.

"Hold that thought little one."

Setting the DVD down on the floor, Giselle went over to the door. She peered through the peephole but didn't see anyone. However, a paper attached to the door across from her caught her attention. Being somewhat curious and nosy all at once caused her to open the door. The first thing she saw was the own similarly formatted paper tapped to her door as well. She immediately went to snatch the paper off, her hazel hues scanning over the words.

"Dear Tenant,

As the landlord, I would like to inform you that a meeting for the floors 20-23 are called. The meeting will take place in the lobby tomorrow 9/18/13 at 8:30 A.M.. Very important news and information will be given so I strongly urge everyone to attend. Please take this note seriously. If you happen to miss the meeting for whatever reason then I advise you to either ask a fellow neighbor or visit the desk by Monday 9/20/13. Thank you everyone.

In regard, your Landlord.


Giselle flipped over the back but found it blank. Glancing down the hall, she heard a ding at the elevator which meant someone had just entered. All of the other doors also had noted on them. A text message was soon sent to her niece.

-Hey, Piper. Where are you? I just got some weird letter from Keilani about a meeting. Check your door when you get home-

The woman put her phone away and retreated back to her warm apartment. Giselle went into the hall where the AC/ heating tabs where. The temperature hadn't went up one degree since she turned the air on nearly an hour before they starting watching Finding Nemo. So she came into the living room and the saw that Hope had already put on a movie.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm gonna' go right across the hall to see if we can get this air working. I'll leave the door open." Elle smiled at the little girl. She was only going to let Mr. Granger know the air wasn't working which was no more than five feet away.

Elle left the door opened as she said earlier and went on to Mr. Granger's door. She let her hand knock only three times. Standard. Not to many but just enough to catch his attention.

The setting changes from kohana-creek to The Gentlemens Club

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Charity Louis Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon

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Again, another Friday night in the bustling city of Honolulu. Concurrently Sebastian wore his signature smirk that had been permanently etched across his lips since he picked Eli up. The dynamic duo had just left her apartment after scoring some blow. Sebastian took a fatter line than usual but he needed it. The high of course. And his supplier, Sammy Sosa provided the best shit. Finding Sammy had been the single greatest thing since moving to Kohana... that and well... Piper. But that's another story. Tonight was all about Eli and Sebastian who felt like Elvis fucking Presley.

The pair walked down the street, where many of the hottest clubs and bars were located. Other attractive young adults could be seen with red plastic cups in hands. He shot Eli a follow my lead look as they approached the entrance of a strip club. Of course he knew she wasn't old enough to get in the club and was never any fun going to these places alone. A bouncer was standing outside of the door, dressed in all black. Sebastian roughly pulled Eli to him into a rather salacious kiss before pulling away.

He took her hand and sauntered over to the door where the bouncer stopped them

"Can I see some I.D. you two seem a little young."

Sebastian quickly reached in his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. The man soon handed over his California Driver's License. The bouncer nodded before glancing at the blonde. Under false pretenses, he smacked his hand against his forehead. "Oh, yeah. Babe I forgot you lost yours on the plane. Too bad, I know how much you really wanted us to come here for our honeymoon... ah, well. Let's just head back to the hotel, the plane leaves at noon." Sebastian wrapped an arm around her slender waist as he set them back on the path.

The bouncer unfolded his arms and stared at the couple with a bit sympathy. He was married. He envied that his woman actually wanted to accompany him there. Releasing a deep sigh, reluctantly he stopped the pair.

"Hey! Hold up."The man waved them over. "Look, you guys go on inside and enjoy your honeymoon."

Sebastian offered the man a gracious smile after he nuzzled Eli's neck. Getting a whiff of the deliciously smelling shampoo she used. "Thanks, man. We really appreciate it." He brought his gaze back to his lovely 'wife'. "Mrs. Gray, after you."



Loud techno music blared off the walls. A large populace consisted of males gathered around the stage. Dark glowing lights lifted the club to an convivial atmosphere. This is exactly the place where they should be spending their high.

"C'mon. Let's get closer."

Once more did Sebastian lead her over to the stage, granting them another look of the current dancer. The young man retrieved his wallet again and puled out a few bills. A few singles and a couple of twenties. He handed Eli half the currency. "Use this wisely."

At first the woman only faced the front of the club, but as the blonde let one of the first bill go, namely the twenty, the woman stripper quickly switched gear. But something didn't seem right. That chick looked very familiar but it was still really hard to tell with the traveling lights.

"That chick looks real familiar..." Had he slept with her? No that couldn't be it.

One of waitresses was just about to pass by but Sebastian quickly got her attention.

"Hey, get the manager please."

The young Hawaiian woman nodded and quickly made her way to the back of the club.

"You up for a private show." He flashed the Eli a wink just as the manager and waitress made their way over to them. He was bald, short and stubby. It was a wonder on how some o those kind of men could own places like these.

"Is there a problem?"

"No... actually quite the opposite. Me and my fiancee here are having a blast but, I think we want a private showing. Five hundred for the hour?" He causally waved the hundred dollars bills in front of his face.

The man tried not to look pleasantly surprised but couldn't help himself. "Yeah, yeah we can arrange something in the VIP room. Money first, though. Did you just want a random girl or do you guys have a regular?"

"Actually, we do have someone in mind. Her." Sebastian pointed an selective finger on the woman still swaying her hips to the beat of the song.

"Oh, Brandi... yeah she's a favorite around here. Good choice. Alea, take these two the VIP room and bring them whatever beverage they want."

"Just 'Brandy' for me."



The waitress, Alea, brought them to the VIP room. A cold glass of Brandy in his hands, now all he had to was wait for the actual one to show up. "You know you could be a stripper. Bring in some good cash, buy me whatever I want." Sebastian set his drink down the table and placed his hands behind his head.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Chastity Louis Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon

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Date: Friday, September 17, 2013
Time: 4:12 A.M

The room was dimly lit by the small table lamp, centered on a night stand next to a queen sized bed. The corners of a lavender fitted sheet had been either tugged or kicked from their placement, the bed now appearing as an unmade mess. The mattress exposed at all four corners, the pillows resting just in the center of the bed. The rest of the bedroom was settled pretty ordinarily: a tall dresser, which was noticeably chipping from its lazy paint job, a square, plastic tub near the bedroom door which was continuously collecting laundry, and a wide bookshelf filled with novels, plays and short stories that could satisfy any bibliophile’s interest or craving. There was a television which only collected dust as it sat atop the tall dresser, hardly ever used, and other gadgets, trinkets and essentials which were commonly seen in someone’s bedroom. The only things that would set this room aside from being ordinary would be the sketches, paintings and photographs that completely covered the white walls. The amount of art and random photographs definitely made the room seem and look cluttered.

The warm breeze rushed in, white curtains riding the gust. A snicking sound broke the silence in the room, the spark from the top of his lighter in sight. A task which could easily become a struggle to an impatient fiend was proving to irritate the man. With a grunt, he shook the lighter in his fist before attempting to let his thumb roll over the rigid wheel. Snick, Snick, Snick, Snick. And just as he was ready to chuck the faulty lighter across the room, the flame rose from center edge, illuminating his face. A grin appeared, widening his mouth with satisfaction as he placed the tightly tucked blunt between his lips. Igniting the end, he inhaled a large amount of the cannabis, his chest rising. He held on, refusing to exhale and letting it settle within. She watched, feeling the burn he was feeling in her own chest. But his lips could not hold back the pressures of his wandering thoughts, as large puffs of smoke began to escape, choking coughs and laughs following closely behind.

-but I’m tellin’ you, E! Right there on the corner of –I think its Waimanu?” he paused, relieving one last cough before concluding his thoughts, “-yeah, Waimanu. Best bon-bons on the island. We have to go, think they’re open?” his tone suggesting excitement. It was amusing to Eli just how serious he really was.

She rolled her eyes, her smile shaking as her laughter tried to steal the show. She forced it back into a snort, as she pulled her knees towards her chest. Skin became flushed against skin as she sat just below the front of her bed. He was in front of the window to her left, knelt down as if that was any more comfortable than actually sitting. He too, was nude. And surprisingly, it wasn’t the sight of him bare that made her laugh or giggle. After all, she was completely comfortable with the sight of others nude, and completely comfortable with having her own bare flesh exposed. It might have just been the drugs causing her to laugh at everything he said. But truthfully she had already come down from her own high. She was now simply tickled by his attempts to revive his own attenuated high. He continued on, inhaling and exhaling as he pleased. But quickly growing tired, she rose to her feet, the sudden rush of wind embracing her entirely as she retreated to her bed. Knees dented in to the mattress as she swung her arms to move the pillows. She curled comfortably in to a fetal position, her hands folded prayerfully as she tucked them under her cheek. She let her eyes rest on the man who was now, invading her space. So eager for his company and now wishing he would just find his way home. She let out a sigh past her smile, peering through the clouds that surrounded him, trying to find his eyes.

"Well I'd be game if it wasn't 4 in the morning. Emphasis on 4." she raised her eyebrows as she playfully smiled, delivering the gentle nudge to the idea of him leaving. Obvious enough for him to get the point. At least she hoped it was obvious enough. As loose as he was becoming, she might just have to drag him out this time. "Maybe I can take a rain check on those bon-bons." she raised her head, looking towards the open window above him, "Speaking of rain, looks like its letting up."

She looked away as she rolled on to her back, her arms now propped just behind her head. She heard his movements, but made no mind to look in his direction. Instead, she closed her eyes, breathing in the remnants of the smoke. He was surely, in her mind, collecting his things to leave.

"Yeah about damn time." he forcefully said, a grunt following as he stretched out his legs upright, and reached his arm to the ashtray propped near her lamp, "So I guess you still don't believe in breakfast after sex?" he questioned, grinning as he put out the roach and began to dress.

Her eyes remained closed, and she thought it would be smart to just not answer. Hell, that would mean he would just get dressed even faster. But she couldn’t resist giving a sarcastic rebuttal.

Oh I do. After good sex maybe.” She crossed her legs at the ankle, wiggling her toes, pleased with her rebuttal.
But she didn’t hear anything back. Not a laugh, not a sound of amusement. A tsk made with his teeth. Nothing. Until he mentioned her name, in a concerned yet curious manner.
“E..” he paused, and she opened her eyes, looking up as she watch him turn around from her open drawer. He held it by its thinner end, the rounded bulb exposed with its dark stained resin. He looked from the pipe and over to her, his despairing eyes locking on hers, “Don’t tell me you’re fuckin’ with that croak shit, E.

Croak. A street word she was familiar with. Another word for Meth.

She misjudged this one. She knew it wasn’t something she would be able to laugh off, even with his high still elevated. He was too emotionally and mentally intact. And too aware of the seriousness of the situation. There was a thud in her chest and a lump in her throat, trying to quickly force the words out past it. All she could rebuttal was a sharp, “No.” And as she did so, she jumped off of her bed and charged towards him, closing in the distance between them until she was eye to eye, snatching the pipe quickly from his hand and tossing it back into the drawer. This time, between a layer of clothes. “A friend of mine left it here.

Too concerned with masking her own lies, she didn’t bother to attack him with questions of Why in the hell he was going through her things in the first damn place, and instead, she closed her drawer, walking over to her plastic box of dirty laundry and fetching his shirt that was balled up in the mix of it. She tossed it towards him, keeping her eyes to the floor as she walked back towards her bed. She wasn’t sure if he believed her or not, but as long as nothing else was mentioned about it, it was enough for her. She heard his heavy sigh through her own clouded thoughts, and he continued getting himself dressed. She began to wrap herself in the fitted sheet, tucking her feet in the rounded corners and securing it around her small body. A caterpillar, tucking itself away in its self-made cocoon. But a butterfly would never emerge from it. Not tonight. She peeked over the sheet, her eyes watching as he began to clumsily lace up his shoes, occasionally tilting over, his balance disturbed from his increasing high.

You’ll be alright getting home?” she whispered from behind the sheet, her words choked up and almost filled with.. shame and embarrassment. She waited for an answer, but all he gave her was a “Yeah, I’m good.” That was, after all, an answer, right? It was almost as if Eli was expecting him to say so much more. Maybe.. just maybe.. attempt to pull the truth out of her about his discovery. Like a friend would. He reached for his wallet, his jacket and his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and walking toward the bedroom door. “Later sour puss.” He said, his voice trailing off as he made way through her small apartment, and to the front door. She heard the chain clank against the wooden door from a distance, and with a loud creek, it closed just as quickly as he opened it. The sound of the door slamming, leaving an echo to shake throughout her apartment. And for whatever strange reason, it triggered a memory of a conversation she had with her landlord, Keilani. Mostly a blur, since it was some time ago. But the words ‘You look in all the wrong places. Trust me, I know, ku’uipo’ were forever burned in the back of Eli’s mind. But the back of Eli’s mind was in the back for a reason. Fuck it. What did her conscience know? Nothing. She turned over, her back facing her door as she clenched the sheets in her fists, closing her eyes to find some peace of mind. To get some sleep. Something she had been deprived of for the last few days.





But later that day, things would certainly take a turn..
They were no strangers to the 'night life' that Hawaii poured over them. They were quite acquainted. The streets were familiar in this part of the city, and most times, so were the faces. Conversations filled with roaring laughter filled her ears, as her eyes scanned and shuffled the faces surrounding her. Occasionally, looking to the front of her to assure herself she was still following behind Sebastian and not falling behind. She blinked as she redirected her vision, catching sight of his mischievous smirk as he motioned for her to stay behind. She smiled, shaking her head not sure what was next. Anything after a few lines of blow was possible. Eli always felt she lived an exciting enough life, but with Sebastian, he always managed to prove her wrong. Constantly keeping her on her toes, always nearing the edge. He kept her heart racing, the risk always just a tad riskier when she was with him. He was spontaneous, much like her, and always had something up his sleeve. She hated and loved it.

The bright fluorescent sign hung over the club, and as quick as she could register the words she felt her body being pulled. A kiss, that to peeking eyes would appear bawdy yet sensual. Instinctively, she returned the affection. She played the role of his psuedo-companion and what do you know, Success. Honestly, they had become masters to this sort of thing. Well, at least Sebastian has; she always let him take care of it. From night clubs, to bars, to now strip clubs, Sebastian knew how to talk his way over any 21 and over barrier. This was definitely, going to be one for the books. But it was fine with Eli, and there was no hesitation involved. Anything to get her mind off of her previous morning.

She followed closely behind, the loud techno music causing her body to pulsate, each exaggerated note shaking her throughout her chest. The thick smoke from lit cigars and cigarettes surrounded them as they neared closer to the stage. Men sitting as close as they could, their pockets a full of money and eyes full of lust. An appetite becoming satisfied with just the mere sight of a beautiful, nude woman. She took the money handed to her but her eyes were fixated on the dancing women in front of her. She had actually never been to a strip club, and couldn't see the pleasure behind it at all. But not at all was she against the idea of women dancing topless for money. It raised the thought that maybe she could be on that stage. Of course not. Quickly dismissed. The cocaine was definitely allowing her mind to wander.

She leaned over once Sebastian spoke, catching his words over the blustering music. She rose her eyes to the woman who had been dancing closest to them, but her face much harder to make than she expected. The lights continued to radiate and alter, but never long enough did they settle on the stripper's face. Left as a shadow for the most part, Eli just simply looked away. Before she could reply to his assumption that the woman looked familiar, she caught the end of a conversation that mentioned a 'VIP' room and a complimentary drink.

"Stella if you carry it. Uh -heinekin if you don't!" she shouted over the music to the waitress, following behind both her and Sebastian.


"You know you could be a stripper. Bring in some good cash, buy me whatever I want."

The loud music diminished as the door closed behind them, her eyes looking over the neatly kept room, smirking at his comment. She lifted the beer to her lips, knocking it back and taking in a colossal amount. A cold beer never lasted very long in Eli's hands. She let out a satisfied, gentle ahh, and proceeded to move towards him. She set her nearly empty beer bottle next to his glass of Brandy, beginning to straddle his lap rather than take a seat on the white couch next to him.

"Is that all I'm good for, Sebastian?" she gasped, teasing playfully as she began to nuzzle the nape of his neck, "To use.." she whispered, a kiss on his neck trailing to a bite of his earlobe, much harder than usual, "-and abuse?" she lifted her face from his neck and looked down in to his eyes. Those blue eyes that were loosing their glimmer of grey.

Brushing the hair from his forehead, she planted a kiss just in the center before reaching down to where her knee was resting, adjacent to his pocket. A look of eagerness and anticipation painted on her face as she quickly slipped her fingers in to his pocket to feel for the edge of the small baggie. Too small to even fit a few quarters in, but it was big enough to hold their high for the night. She had taken a small line before they left, but her reliance on the drug was hard to shake. She slipped it from his pocket, eyeing the corner that was just left. She held it up above both of their heads, as if to claim the prize as her own before swinging her leg from around him, settling down next to him instead. She looked towards the door, the music thudding just behind it, recalling his mention of the woman before. The woman he requested be their private entertainment.

"You do have a girl every day of the week, maybe she was last Friday night?" she said with a snort of laughter, leaning back, the baggie still in hand and her head now resting just on his raised elbow, her eyes still on the door, "Does it always take this long?" she asked, becoming impatient with the wait. Lifting her feet up, she placed them on the table in front of them, just next to left of her beer.

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Charity spends most of her day, as usual, reading, cleaning, and running errands of any necessary sort. Within half an hour or so after Hope has left for school, the apartment is spotless. It is hardly a difficult task, given that it isn't a particularly large flat, but can become five times the job when Hope is home. Her daughter isn't bratty, and doesn't go out of her way to cause mayhem, but she can occasionally be a bit messy. Especially when she wants to help her mom make dinner or something like that, but ends up spilling the food everywhere. Luckily, this isn't particularly common. As far as children go, Charity lucked out with her little angel, who is sweet and bright and, despite Charity occasionally spoiling her, not particularly snotty in any way. The rest of the day, or at least until Hope is home, Charity has to her own devices. So she goes grocery shopping, buys Hope a new DVD, and then returns home. Their small family doesn't require an excessive amount of food, but Charity does all of the main shopping on Friday every week, so there are still too many groceries for her to carry. Two paper bags are gripped against her chest by each arm, and though the hold is sturdy enough, they threaten to spill over. This is what I get for forgetting the cloth bags, she thinks with a slight frown. The woman eventually makes her way to the elevator, and once there places one of the bags on the floor for a moment. It's still preferable to plastic bags, of course, because those would leave red straps up and down her arms from trying to take all of them at once. It is a slow journey, for she treads carefully, but eventually Charity makes it to her apartment, miraculously manages to get out her keys without dropping the bags, and enters her home. It doesn't take too long for her to put away the groceries. She walks over to a soft but old couch and sits down, staring out the window and trying not to fall asleep.

The day is still fresh, and for the umpteenth time the young mother considers getting a second job, if only to occupy her time. It would be nice to have a little extra money on the side, as well. Still, she likes to be available in case something urgent comes up, which was part of her motivation in taking on a rather controversial field of work in the first place. She hardly became a stripper because she likes dancing topless for strange men. But she has her reasons and motivations, and thus she continues with the job despite wandering eyes and the occasional incident with a customer. Anyway, she would be constantly exhausted if she had a day and night job- something she knows for a fact from experience. And the manager at her place of work dislikes the girls being anything but fully energized. Sluggishness isn't attractive, and doesn't get customers. Still, maybe going back to school wouldn't be too bad. She could get her GED, maybe take a few online courses. Then she could get a better job to support her daughter with. One which she wouldn't be compelled to hide from everyone, including her own daughter.

Seeing the time, Charity stands up, keeping herself from sleeping. She hadn't gotten home until around five this morning, and afterwards slept for maybe an hour or two before waking up to make Hope breakfast. Honestly, the woman's time management could certainly use some work, as far as managing to sneak in sleep goes. Her only opportunity to sleep is while Hope is at school, but she feels lazy taking naps for seven hours in the afternoon, despite having a more than acceptable reason for doing so. She slips on a pair of old sandals that she has had for years and heads downstairs, probably looking rather exhausted. When she sees her daughter, however, some of that melts away a little bit into a smile. "Welcome home, sweetie! How was school?" she asks the little girl brightly, picking her up and twirling her around.

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Several hours later, there is another person in the Louis department, someone who Charity has quite often viewed as a bit of a godsend. Giselle Torres, teacher to her daughter and a fellow resident of the floor, has arrived to save the day. It's around 7pm or so, and Charity needs to leave for work. Of course, to keep up the image of her actually having a normal job, she is dressed in black pants and a white button up blouse. Ms. Torres is here to watch Hope, as she does occasionally. More recently her aid has come very frequently, as Keilani has been sick recently, and hasn't had the energy or time to babysit. Charity doesn't mind this, of course, because she considers it a very large favor, especially as she had been doing it for free. Babysitter rates around here can be rather brutal, she's found. "Thanks again for watching Hope," the woman expresses her gratitude, leaning over and giving her daughter a big hug before kissing her on the forehead and making a silly face at the girl. She turns to Giselle and smiles warmly at her.

"I suppose you already know everything there is to know about watching her, from school and babysitting, but there is fresh fruit in the fridge if you'd like some. Feel free to take some home, as well," Charity adds, slipping on a pair of black flats and pushing a bag over her shoulder. The bag has her...work clothes in it. She gives a last wave to the two of them and leaves the apartment, keys in her bag. It is a short trip downstairs, where she gets into an old, rather beat up car that she was able to purchase relatively cheap. With that, she is off to work.

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It is not Charity who works at the Gentleman's Club, a stripper club for men to...ease their tensions. It is Brandi-- something about using a different name, common practice for women in her line of work, gives some comfort. As though she can pretend to be another person, to distance herself from Brandi. Like people who give their drunk selves names so that they don't feel the same level of responsibilities for their actions. Of course, the effect is rather minimal, because she isn't the sort of person who would normally try and distance herself from her actions, and she isn't stupid enough to let something as simple as a name let her feel better. Still, maybe pretending that something so trivial as a name makes things slightly better will make it a bit less of a lie. Things can be less and more of a lie, after all. Saying with false conviction that one plus one is three is less of a lie than saying that it is the Empire State Building, after all.

So now she is not Charity, but Brandi. And Brandi isn't paid to worry about things like whether her daughter is doing alright or if the car has enough gas to make it home. Brandi is paid to dance and to allow herself to become a tool through which strange men can somewhat satisfy their lust. And maybe it isn't the best of jobs, but it will get a paycheck in her hand and a few tips, and that's all that Brandi has the luxury of being concerned about. So Brandi dances. And when someone slips her a twenty, Brandi moves a bit closer to them and dances, never looking them in the eyes. Shadows dance across her face and theirs, so that both parties have some level of anonymity awarded to them. This darkness, this unknown, provides more comfort than it should. Brandi, and Charity, for that matter, is not some child who is afraid of the dark and darts down hallways to the comfort of their lit bedroom. She has come to find solace in the discretion of flashing lights and large groups, which allow for so much more privacy than little ones do.

Still, there is something eerily familiar in the way the pair before her smile, and in their voices. And familiarity, in a place like this, is something that frightens the woman more than anything else. So she casually makes a point of not looking at them while she dances, focusing on other customers, though her gaze is never on their eyes, but on their nose or forehead. Eyes are another thing too intimate for her tastes.

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"Brandi, private dance in the VIP Room," the manager tells her, not lingering for too long so as not to disturb the vision of the customers. Watching him walk away, the brunette frowns slightly, though she doesn't let it stick to her face. Private dances make better money, and there are less people staring at her. However, they also tend to feel even more degrading, somehow. Less lights and shadows to wear in place of the coverings that workers here must cast aside. Private dances allow no such modesty. Still, she nods and gets down from where she had been dancing, playing her role well enough. A smile here, a hand running across the chest there. Charity is a single mother with a precious daughter that she works hard to support. Brandi is a stripper who flirts and exposes for a living. Two very different sides of the same coin, kept apart by a thin ridged edge.

She reaches the VIP room readily, knowing it quite well. What Brandi does, she does well enough to have regular requests from guests. Well enough to be the one sent when the influential simply say 'surprise me,' as well. The woman enters in such a way so that her back is to the guests, her body facing towards the white door as she slides it completely shut. She turns her head slightly so that hair blocks her face. "You called?"

And then she makes the grave mistake of turning around, only to face two people that she certainly does not want to see. People she doesn't want to see because they are familiar and, as previously mentioned, familiarity is the last thing she wants here. For a moment, Brandi disappears and Charity takes her place, dressed in little more than a swatch of black cloth with sequins on it. Not exactly how she would like to be seen. Shit. Can I pretend I don't know them? Will they buy it? No, idiot. But we don't know each other well. Maybe it can pass. Just don't. . .don't.

The expression of shock is forcibly removed from her face, but the damage has most likely been done. And it isn't Brandi that's worried right now. It's Charity.

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A feeling of warmth came over his lap as Sebastian's hips were straddled. With either of Eli's thighs encasing his, he placed the palm of his hands against her relatively firm buttocks. Giving her gentle nudge to add more pressure to his groin. "That's what sweet dreams are made of, Eli." Sebastian only allowed his eyes to remain on hers for a second. Eye contact was never his strong suit even being that he somewhat respected Eloise. The confounded factors of letting a person know he regarded them usually showed weakness. And if he started to let Eloise think he was no longer n charge then things would soon turn complicated. More complicated than they already were.

He then felt a tug at the side of his pocket and locked down to find the locality of disturbance. The baggy of white, sulfur smelling powder was waved in front of his face. "A little nose candy before the show." Sebastian took the bag from Eli's grip. He opened the small plastic wrap and dug his finger inside, gathering up as much powder as he could. Quickly Sebastian sniffed the clutter of blow he collected. Allowing the faint tickle to graze his nostrils, the palette to his escape. Afterwards he plunged his finger into his mouth to allow the residue to coat his gums. Effectively numbing his mouth to help with the drip. Generously leaving plenty for her to dabble, he'd hand her the bag.

"What? I'm offended... Contrar to what you may believe, I'm not that easy." He placed a solid hand over his heart and furrowed his brows. "No, last Friday night was a saucy little blonde... she was a freak too... Ever heard of the Super-Woman? Me neither but it was interesting to say the least." He said, keeping the idea of trying it out on her at some point in time.

Loud music flooded in once the door was open only to be drowned once the door closed. 'Nice ass' Sebastian thought. A wide grin stretched across Sebastian's lip as he watched the nameless stripper turn to face them. "It's her." He whispered into Eli's ear before giving his undivided attention back to her.. the single mom.

"Well, I'll be fucking damned. I knew there was something I liked about you." He chuckled, more so a throaty laugh as he cleared his airway with a cough. "Yeah, you live in Kohana Creek... with the kid." For someone with a kid it would seem her morals weren't as austere as he initially thought. Clearly in disregards to her daughter. "Brandi was it?" Sebastian rubbed his still itching nose while using his other to wave her over. "I want you to dance for her while I watch." Biting his lower lip as he turned to look at Eli.

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"A little nose candy before the show.”

She sucked her teeth as the plastic baggy was taken from her greedy hands, a sound that expressed her playful disappointment. Turning up the corners of her mouth, she pulled her upper body forward, her arm extended as she reached for what was left in her green bottle. It slid against the glass before she finally got a hold of it firmly, the result of condensation leaving her palm and fingers wet. The settled beer coated her mouth, her face scrunching at the taste. Flat. As she pulled the empty bottle from her lips, Sebastian than handed her what was left of the shared treat.

"What? I'm offended... Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not that easy."

She rolled her eyes at his dramatic attempt of convincing his own self that he wasn’t the man whore she portrayed him to be. But honestly, they both knew very well how much of a nymphomaniac he truly was. It wasn’t a necessary topic for discussion. She was quick to evade his effort to spark conversation about his rendezvous and experimentation's with sexual positions by pinching the edges of the plastic baggy. She divided the lips of the bag with little effort, and shook its contents gently to summon them to the corner of her choice. But before her finger could shovel the powder, the roaring music filled the room from the opening of the secluded room’s door. It easily and quickly distracted her from the endeavor to re-lift her high. The brunette glided in smoothly, closing the door behind her, proceeding to face the two who had been waiting, possibly even anticipating, her arrival.

"It's her."

The warmth of his whisper swept her ear, as she let her eyes settle on the woman, her face easily becoming recognizable. Behind the thicker coats of make-up, the teased hair and the revealing ensemble, it was her. Eloise knew her as Hope’s mother, never having touched first name bases with her. And instantaneously, Eli was sucked in to a deep hole of regret, and being the type of person she was, she had very little room for regret in her life. But there it was. It was an emotion that caused her stomach to feel as if it was being twisted into tight knots. She wished she had not gotten out of bed, answered her phone or agreed to come along in the first place with Sebastian. She would always end up convincing herself that if anyone knew how to relieve her stress, it was him. Him and his stupid conceptions of fun. This was a stupid mistake. Eli contracted her hand, squeezing the bag, looking away in embarrassment. Not just embarrassment for Hope's mother, but for herself.

"Well, I'll be fucking damned. I knew there was something I liked about you.” Stop. “Yeah, you live in Kohana Creek... with the kid.Hope.. "I want you dance for her while I watch."

It would be futile to walk out as if this was not reality, because whether the three wanted to or not, it was something they would all have to eventually face outside of this room. Outside of this club. Her humiliation had authority over her tongue, Eli not being able to muster up the words to respond to Sebastian's demand. But her body was beginning to react quickly to the situation. She could feel the heat rising beneath her flesh, her heart rate increasing. She hesitantly allowed her eyes to fall on to hers once more. Eli’s expression still taken over by embarrassment, but now her eyes filled with remorse. Because she knew. She knew what it felt like to stand alone, completely vulnerable and accessible for judgment and ridicule. An easy target for pejorative stares and disapproving sneers.

If it had been any other stripper, Eli might have welcomed the encounter with an open mind. But it wasn’t just any stripper off of the pole. A woman she occasionally saw, her bright eyes always gleaming with a touch of certainty and poise; a smile that could easily stir hearts. A portrait of perfection, and here she was; discovered. She was no longer the stripper suited for entertainment in Eli’s eyes. The woman had taken off that mask as soon as she recognized the two. It had become personal, the woman standing before her not the only one feeling the discomfort. She turned to Sebastian, the hold on her tongue releasing. But still, she couldn’t even manage to assemble her thoughts. His expression haunted her. The swirl of his tongue along his lips and his clenching teeth digging in to his bottom lip. He was contentedly enticed. And that look of his own satisfaction smeared across his face shook her with anger. As if there was no emotion or even an inch of contrite. He was pleased. Maybe even pleased with the woman’s , not obvious but assumed, distress. This was it. The line that separated the two of them. Eli and Sebastian were the same in so many ways, but very different in one. Eli cared. For more than just herself. She looked away in disgust and quickly rose to her feet, her eyes darting to the door behind the woman. Nothing was said as she left Sebastian’s side, brushed past the woman and swung the door quickly open. It sealed tightly shut behind her and as she stepped away from the Vip section, yet turning back to look over her shoulder as if questioning her leave. Worried about the outcome behind closed doors, she promptly tucked that concern away. She had to get the hell out of there and out of here.




The air was still thick and humid, the occasional breeze nudging her to walk just a bit faster. And the streets of Honolulu were still unforgiving. It had begun to beckon her, tugging at her weaknesses. The thought of Sebastian and Hope’s mother crossing constantly, her thoughts attempting to piece together scenarios of what might have, or what was still happening. She shouldn’t have left the room. She shouldn’t have left her there with him. But she had to remind herself she had no obligation or ties to her what so ever. It was hard enough for Eli to look after her own self. She was positive Sebastian would cause no harm. But with his excessive intake of cocaine, who knows what kind of mental or verbal arrows he was shooting in her direction. For a brief moment she closed her eyes tightly, pushing back the endless possibilities she was collecting. No time for that. She needed to get home.

“Eliiiiiiiiiii!” the voice called out, its squeaky tone dragging her name.

Eli turned around, putting a face to the voice. A wide-tooted grin that would distract a person from any other feature was shown as she hurried in Eli’s direction, grabbing her by the wrist. It was Pam. Really more of an acquaintance than an actual friend. “Long time no see, man! You when m.i.a after the rainbow gathering. You still workin’ at that old record shop?” Pam questioned, pulling her from the crowd and towards a more secluded area.

The conversation continued on for a matter of minutes, exchanging conversation about their whereabouts and filling in the missing gaps since they had last seen each other. Comfortably becoming reacquainted, Pam’s eyes began to shift quickly around before she leaned in and mumbled, “I was just on my way to pick up some ice. If you want you can..” she paused, jerking her head towards the sidewalk. A vague invite for Eli to come along, “-you can put in.”

Eli stared at Pam, her brown eyes hopeful that Eli would concur to the idea of joining her. Eli’s conscience creeping up again without warning, making the idea of just going home and getting some rest appear more rewarding. But Eli dismissed it, her hands patting down her back pocket as she removed the folded stack of singles and twenty dollar bills which Sebastian had given her. Looks like he did something right tonight after all. She looked back to Pam, wide eyed as if she had just hit the mother-load. She was about to take flight on Sebastian’s expense. And besides, it had been nearly two weeks since she has kissed the tip of a twanky. She had a secret of her own.. and realizing that, it made her recall Hope's mother. We all had them.

“I got a guy on Alakea St,” Pam began to lead the way, “-has the best shit in Honolulu.”
That was what all dope fiends said. And Eli grew excited, just like all dope fiends normally would.



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Charity stares at him with an admirably even expression, somehow managing to gain the control to hide her expression of horror and embarrassment, even managing her breathing and focus in such a way so as to minimize any flushing that would otherwise be a certainty on her face. This is certainly not what she wanted out of today, and she is far too exhausted to deal with it, still running on those three hours of sleep from a good while ago. But luck isn't on the side of the woman, it rarely seems to be, as she faces perhaps the biggest tool in the building. His smug voice and throaty chuckle makes her want to slap him, but the woman has more control than that, and is accustomed to such expressions and tones. She is a stripper, after all, and what else can she expect from the customers here? It is hardly common to find courtesy from her patrons. Still, the recognition in his eyes magnifies it all, and she can practically see the judgment dancing across that dreadful face of his. Her face remains steely all the same, betraying as little as she possibly can keep back, including the contempt she feels.

However, when he refers to Hope as 'the kid,' something flashes across her face for a moment, and her muscles seem to tense very slightly, sudden anger replacing her embarrassment. The dismissive way in which he addresses her daughter isn't really helping to boost Charity's, for Brandi is now very much gone, opinion of him. And yet, looking over at his companion, Eloise, she recalls her name to be, helps Charity to restrain herself. Something about her embarrassed expression makes Charity feel ashamed, because the woman seems to be embarrassed for her sake. In all honestly, Charity isn't quite sure if that is entirely better. It is something that she can't fault Eloise for, but that makes the feeling of dread knot in the pit of her stomach like a snake that slithered around in a tight space until it was tangled up with itself.

Don't look at me like that, Charity thinks towards the both of them, as though the mental message can somehow transcend the gap between them. It seems particularly aimed towards the faultless Eloise. I'm not ashamed. I'm supporting myself and my daughter, the thoughts sound more as though she is telling herself something, but they aren't entirely a lie. Charity would rather be doing this and supporting her family than forcing her daughter to live on the streets, or having Hope taken away from her forever. This is the far more favorable alternative, as far as Charity is concerned. Don't pity me. That much she must allow Sebastian, in all of his sliminess. He does not seem to pity her. It hardly makes up for his personality in general, but somehow it is more bearable. For once, the familiarity of it is good- because unapologetic slime balls, she can handle. Looks of pity and embarrassment, on the other hand, she cannot.

"I want you to dance for her while I watch." Charity doesn't look either of them in the eye, but her gaze slides over towards Eloise, as though waiting for some sort of reaction. She focuses on her nose, but for the briefest moment allows her eyes to flicker up to meet the girls', which are so filled with remorse and disgust. Disgust that seems to quickly turn towards Sebastian as even Charity can see the invisible line she seems to draw between the two. That simple look holds such emotion that Charity feels as though she is invading her privacy simply by standing there, and that makes her hyperaware of her makeup and hair, which are so foreign to Charity, even if Brandi knows them well.

In a flash, the blonde girl is standing and sweeps out of the room in a silent motion, brushing Charity to the side and shutting the door so that Charity is left alone in the room with him. She turns towards him slightly, body angled away, her eyes focusing as though she is looking at something just behind him, or is staring straight through him. "Her name is Hope," Charity murmurs, before finally meeting him in the eye briefly, her gaze defiant for that moment. "Not that kid," she adds for clarification, returning her gaze to stare straight through him as though he is not there. As though she is alone in the room.

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Elle had hoped she wasn't being to forward by asking Matthew to stay for dinner. Although he did truly deserve it. And her mother always taught her to take care of the man who looks after the household, however she was sure when Maria said 'man' she meant husband and not the maintenance man. By the way things were going finding a husband wouldn't happen anytime soon because the once thoughtful loving man that stole her heart hadn't been the same behind closed doors. Giselle glanced over to Matthew, still so quiet. He still appeared to not be comfortable with being in her presence. The vacant state on her features making her look lost in a dimension of confusion. Coming too, she realized she had still been staring at him for a while and lowered her eyes to the table before shoving chopsticks full of rice into her mouth. Hoping that he didn't find that weird. Finding something to excuse herself, anything that would delineate her to leave the table. 'Right, drinks!' Standing up from her seat she offered the explanation, "I'm gonna' get some drinks, be right back." The woman migrated over to the kitchen to retrieve a few cans of soda. She returned and placed one by everyone's table side.

Diner seemed to be going great until she suddenly felt bile rising in her throat. That nauseating, god forsaken feeling which started occurring more often than she wanted. She tried to ignore it, swallowing back roughly and placing a hand over her mouth while using the other to poke at the shrimp fried rice. But the smell turned into something horrid rather than the saporous scent first welcomed. However, ignoring it this time wouldn't work. Giselle new it was coming so she scooted her chair away from the table again which gained everyone's attention in the process. "Excuse me." Alibiing herself, Elle rouse from her seat with urgency and headed out into the living room to reach her bedroom, wanting not to alarm anyone.

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Down the hall, sitting on the wintry adamant flooring was Elle, gently wiping her mouth with a washcloth. Giselle closed her eyes while leaning her head against the edge of the cold porcelain bathtub. She shivered exceedingly on the account of her exposed legs being subject to floor. For the last past week she found it easier to ignore, to forget all about the miniature problem growing inside. And yet her mind couldn't wrap around the fact that for the next eighteen years her life could possibly include financial, emotional and physical responsibility of another human being. Taking care of herself hadn't been the easiest thing. Giselle came to realization that she would never want to be in this situation alone. An abortion seemed probable and for plausible reasons -- she could at least count them out. But as she tried to scrape together all the logical defenses her intellect was there to adjourn the proceedings. It was frustrating not being able to come up with a justified answer while trying to piece together the puzzle that was her cognizance. After gaining more of her strength, she stood up, pulled down her shorts and moved over to the sink. Facing herself in the mirror wasn't as easy at it looked -- especially after those sort of thoughts crossed her mind.

'Don't judge me.' She told herself. Giselle reached for her toothbrush, squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste over the bristles and began to polish her mouth. 'It wouldn't make me a bad person... would it? Every so often she'd return the brush under the running tap before reinserting it to her mouth. The abhorrent aftertaste steadily being replaced by a minty tang. 'Lot's of people women do it...' She continued to stare at herself through the reflecting glass. She was tired; it showed. Everything from the frown marking her lips to the drowsiness faceted in her eyes. 'It'd be like nothing ever happened.' There was a sense of loneliness and sadness placed in them, but she had no one to blame for it except herself. This short lived pregnancy was begging to take a toll on her. Never did she imagine it to be like this, it felt more like a deadly sickness instead of a miracle. 'My life could go back to normal.' Keeping her sight on the mirror for a few seconds longer, she finally lingered over to the door and pulled it open. 'No one would ever know.' The false smile falling into place as she re-entered the dining area. Giselle took her original seat, her appetite clearly gone. She glanced up an offered Hope a bantam smile.

"Matthew?... You wouldn't happen to know anything about the notes? I mean Keilani has never left notes in the past."

But could she live with the disgrace?






Not that he was an complete ass, just the ongoing usage of cocaine was beginning to take a toll on his behavior. From him being his usual smart-Alec self to his sarcastic and somewhat vulgar humor, one could say Sebastian wasn't himself. That last intake of 'white girl' delivered the final blow in pushing him overboard. Had he have been sober this whole scenario might have went a little differently, perhaps he'd felt inclined to let the stripper go. Nothing though could have prepared him for when Eloise got up and left the room. At first he figured the blonde to be getting more familiar with Brandi but when she continued past her, a look of disdain crossed his features. "Where the fuck are you going Eli!" Making sure to add an extra hint of acrimony on the word 'fuck'. Quickly jumping up from his spot on the sofa, Sebastian yanked open the door to yell out another malevolent locution. "Yeah well fuck you too, Eli!" Causing a few of the patrons to turn back in his direction. Instead of furthering his direct vivacity on the AWOL female, Sebastian chose to close the door with what little bit of nobility he had left.'Look at you, screaming after some 'bitch' -- using the word as an connotation of his annoyance with Eloise and not a insult of character. His articulation may have not been the best choice of airing his feelings, but he was never one to have complete control over his emotions to begin with.

Pitifully he returned back to his spot on the sofa, sinking down lower than his mental equilibrium had already done to him. "Her name is Hope, not that kid," The words... that voice almost like an echo through the entire relatively small lounge room. Sebastian brought an angered hand to rest at his mouth, covering the downward curvature of his lips. He wasn't happy. And hearing Brandi correct him on the mentioning of her child did little to calm his nerves. Of course he could put up a facade, a pseudo stature like he always did but he was too far gone. Even now, being alone in a room with a beautiful woman such as she, able to comfortably look over all her curves without seeming perverted immoral. Sebastian had just felt taken advantage of. Here he was risking himself by sneaking Eloise into this club, going so far as to make sure she received a private show and this is how she repays him. By getting up and walking off. "Hope..." A unparalleled name for such an unparalleled girl. "Cute... cute kid." The sand-haired man turned his head off to the side. Six hundred buck practically down the drain, his high officially ruined now turning into an salient aggravation.

"Can you believe that... show a lady a good time -- provide her with a beautiful woman such as yourself and what does she do? Break my balls. Nah, I don't need that shit. Girls like her come a dime dozen." Still upset by the matter at hand, Sebastian concluded that he would just have to handle Eloise at a later time. He returned his attention back to Brandi, a step in the right direction as his conscience was no longer referring to her as 'the stripper'. "You must see a lot of real slime balls coming in and out of here. And you're probably standing there in that glittery little outfit thinking the same thing about me." Sebastian rose to his feet, his facial semblance a bit callous as he took tantalizing steps forward, guiding Brandi backwards until he was sure her back had met the wall. Gazing down at the radiant ivory-skinned woman, Sebastian imagined leaning in, seizing her lips to a chaste kiss but knew it would only result in two things. One; getting slapped and two; being escorted out by one of the bouncers. But a want to release his cardinal urges passed over yet he knew this woman wouldn't be willing and that peeved him. The tilting of his head to meet her eyes, the lowering of his voice to get his point across. "But don't fucking judge me, okay. You don't know me and I don't know you." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath caressing her ear, the sweet smell of fragrance scenting his tickled nose. The young man leaned up from the proximity of the woman, lids drifting lowly over his bloodshot eyes. "So, as far as I'm concerned... you're still that chick from Kohana Creek with the kid..." In his somewhat hazily state of mind, Sebastian whisked a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. "See you around, 'Brandi'."

Once again the uncontrollable stentorian music percussed him in the face once he opened the door. He chose to leave Brandi. Maybe it had something to with knowing he was no longer in control of the situation after Eloise had taken off or just his way of coming down from his high. But now he needed to get out there, out of that small room and away from this. Sebastian closed the door behind him, a part of feeling upset that Eloise had actually disappeared with the cash and coke he had given her. "Fuck it." The man headed over to the bar and took an empty seat and lifted a finger at the bartender, indicating that he wanted a drink. "Bourbon, double"Sebastian turned in his chair, eyes darting over to the center stage where he saw a blonde-haired girl dancing. And then finally finding two familiar individuals, one being Mr. Blackwood, the boss of his best friend. The other as the guy who always where's suits. 'Sam-something'. He turned back just s the bartender set out his drink. So long for the perfect Friday night.

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It was an average night for Drew; he was wrapped up in a blanket, sitting on the couch in his brother’s apartment. The tv was on, but he really wasn’t sure what he was watching… Likely the real housewives of some city he’d never been to, if the colorful vocabulary of these women gave him any clue. Sam was still out, but that didn’t really bother him, he wasn’t in the mood to be asked what he’d done over the course of the day. After all, the only way he could even dream of answering that question is with a simple, “… This.” He understood that his actions were probably embarrassing for someone as successful as his older brother, but at this point in his life he wasn’t sure if he could handle doing much else. He lazily grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels, when he heard a knock on the door. He froze, thumb over the channel control, eyes on the door. He felt his heart beating, his throat constricting, a fine layer of sweat found it’s way on his palms. God, he thought to himself, please let this be someone I know… He slowly stood up, walked to the door, looked through the peep hole and saw… No one. Odd, but he immediately felt relief like most people couldn’t imagine. “Huh…” he mused out loud as he tried to decide if he wanted to open the door or not. Maybe he should take the chance to go do his laundry… After all, he hadn’t in weeks.

Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he yanked open the door, only to find the note attached to it. A quick skim of the thing told him how odd it really was, because this sort of thing hadn’t happened before, as far as he knew. He debated texting Sam to ask him about it, but considering he didn’t know what Sam was up to, he decided against it, closed the door, and sat back down on the couch. “Maybe I should,” he mumbled aloud, taking a decent pause as he thought through his words, “see if Eli got one of these, too…” Drew never minded bugging Eli, so the thought of texting (or should he call?) her about it didn’t seem to affect him in the least. So, he grabbed his phone and quickly typed up a message for her. Hey El we got some weird note thing on our door. Did you get one? Are you home?

To anyone else, the end of the message might’ve been odd, but that was really Drew asking her if she was home to get the note, more so than if she was actually at home. He stood in the middle of his older brother’s apartment, wondering what he should do about all of this. He really didn’t have anyone else that he could talk to about it, not that didn’t make him uncomfortable, anyway. So he decided that he’d wait on Eli, and if she didn’t reply then he would… Do something else. The entire situation made him feel somewhat anxious. What in the world could the meeting be about? In that moment, he actually wished Samuel was home, maybe his brother would have some answers for him. But in that moment, he just stood there, trying to decide what to do. He scratched his chest; it felt like he was getting a rash. It was just nerves, and he knew it, but it was still unsettling.

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"I've been running on nothing but coffee-" Eli's voice broke off, as she slid her finger down the wheel of the lighter, a short snick and then the flame arising. She held it to the tip of her cigarette and inhaled, exhaling as she finished her thought, "-and soy bars." her eyes trailed away from the ocean, and back to Pam.

Pam's desire for catching-up, and casual conversation had begun to quickly subside. She was now more interested in the yellow-tinted crystals she was now placing in to her glass pipe, hands shaking with excitement but her expression showing frustration. Eli knew the mixed emotions very well. As if the crystals couldn't meet against the rounded bottom any faster. It was pathetic. But she was blind to the realization of their actions being anywhere near deplorable. They were just eager to get high.

"I don't know, I just haven't had much of an appetite these last few days. Even painting-" she paused, taking another drag from the coffin nail between her fingers and exhaling, "-haven't done much of that lately either." she paused, steadily holding the cigarette between her index finger and middle finger, using her thumb to quickly flick at the filter end to knock off the ash.

She could hear the antsy snicking of Pam’s lighter, Eli letting her eyes only drift momentarily. But Pam hadn’t reach success yet. The flame from the lighter was illuminating her face, showing the droplets of sweat rolling down her forehead. Her eyes crossed as she focused on the open hole of her resin stained pipe, beginning to tilt and rock her pipe back and forth, still holding the flame under the bulb. The crystals would eventually melt, while Pam’s mouth held on to the narrow end of the pipe. Eli looked away just as soon as the flame from the lighter went out, knowing Pam would soon be in her own unresponsive world. It would make no sense to try and pursue a conversation with Pam, because the girl was now in the snare of something much stronger. Eli finished off her cigarette, crushing the butt in to the sand just near her feet. With one last exhale, she lifted her eyes to the ocean once more. Black in appearance, it crashed against the sands of the shore. Rushing in and pulling back, taking with it whatever it pleased.

It brought her back to a memory of getting caught in a riptide when she was younger. Then, it was just an unfortunate experience and a valuable lesson: don’t go out in the ocean if you can’t swim. But now she was seeing it from another angle. The vast ocean was so unapologetic; it was relentless and merciless. As beautiful as it appeared, it was quite deadly. Having so much power to pull you in without warning, until you’re helpless. And there is no bargaining. No deal to be made once you’re in too deep. Screaming through a mouth-full of water, your voice overpowered by the sound of mother nature. It would abandon you to tread its waters helplessly, waiting for someone to rescue you. Or swim aimlessly hoping to find your own way out. But then the lack of faith creeps over your shoulders, convincing you that survival is not an option as it pulls you under. And you give up the fight to only find yourself accepting its cold clench wrapped around you. The memory of the ocean that day as a child, was reminding her of the meth that was now being exhaled in clouds of smoke from Pam’s mouth. Both the ocean and meth, having had their inexorable hold on Eli.

Eli rose to her feet from the concrete curb near the sands beginning, patting her back pocket for an inventory check. Sebastian’s coke, her phone, her lighter, the rest of Sebastian’s money and the small bag of ice she had just purchased. Eli knew better than to smoke it here on the beach. She would never be able to find her way home if she did. And her bed is where she truly wanted to spend the night. But Pam had others plans, and so did the other scattered few who were nestled under the pier and boardwalk bridges. Hiding in the shadows to conceal their habits, as if the night didn’t protect them enough. Eli looked down to the girl who was now lying on her back, her eyes closed and her tongue lifted upward, resting on her cupids bow. Gone, mumbling incoherent words as Eli hovered over her momentarily until she felt the buzzing in her back pocket. She figured it had to be Sebastian. A missed call, a missed text, or a voicemail that she wasn’t going to check. Pulling out her phone, she saw it was a reminder that she had an unread text that had been sent over an hour ago. From Andrew. She read over it before tucking it back in to her pocket, looking down at Pam. And as if it even mattered, she said, “I think I should be heading home now.." she paused, turning to head towards the main street,"I’ll see you around, okay? Be careful out here, Pam.” she called behind her, warming her arms with each opposite hand as she set forth on finding her own way home.



The sharp ding sounded through the elevator, interrupting what Eli had found herself thinking about: bagels. She had a taste for one smothered in organic crème cheese, but wasn't too sure on how her stomach would react to the food. Lately, it has been pure rejection. The doors divided open and she exited the elevator, turning sharply to the right to pace down the hall. The walk to her room often felt like an endless journey, especially in this very condition. Crashed, still coming down from the high that was left from the line she had taken before leaving with Sebastian earlier. As she walked, she noticed that very few doors had a note taped to them, while others were left bare. Either they hadn't received this note Andrew informed her about via text, or they had already removed theirs. She peeked down the hall curiously towards her own door as she inched closer, noticing that there was indeed a note attached to her own. Curious, and also afraid, she plucked the note from her door and reached in her pocket for her door key. It began to cross her mind that it was a note about her rent. She was late this month, yet again. And even though Ms. Fergosa never bothered her about her untimely payments, maybe her landlord was just about fed up. She forced it in to her back pocket.

She swung open her door after unlocking it, flicking on her wall switch to bring light to her dark apartment. Before she would go anywhere else, she knew she had to drop off the contents in her pocket. Especially before going to Andrew’s apartment. She walked quickly through the dining room and in to her bedroom, turning on the light and opening her top drawer. Tucked between layers of clothing was her hidden pipe, and with it she placed the money, bag of cocaine and crystal. With a heavy sigh of relief, she stared at everything she was concealing between her clothes, as if to make sure they wouldn’t slip or run away. Inanimate objects that she feared would become misplaced or find their way of escaping. She covered them with another item of clothing before closing her drawer, her fingertips drumming along the top of her dresser before she moved her hands.

Andrew.

She pat the outside of her pocket before reaching for her phone, opening the text from Andrew to send a reply. Just got in from the beach my phone was completely dead. Just got it on the charger. Sorry for the late reply. –she paused in between the text, looking at the time at the top right of her phone. It had been nearly two hours since Andrew text. She continued on, I got the note too, about to read it now. I’ll be over in --she paused again, backspacing her text to erase the beginning of her last sentence, and replace it with Is Sam home?

For the slightest, little pinch of a moment, she felt terrible for lying to Andrew. Her phone was never dead and she hadn’t spent the evening at beach. Unless you’re counting towards the end of the night, then yes. But most of her evening was horribly and regretfully spent with her neighbor just across the hall. Sebastian, who was a part of Eli’s life discreetly, was well kept hidden from her neighbors or anyone else she knew. Especially Andrew. The sex and the drugs was a side that she refused to reveal to Drew. A fear of being judged and not understood, even though their relationship had been built on so much understanding to begin with. He was like a brother. And so far in her life, he was the last person she would want to disappoint. Her use of marijuana and alcohol was something she was open about, but if he was to discover what lurked in the dark corners of- She tried not to think about it. Instead, she knew she needed to occupy her time while she waited on a text back from Drew about Samuel's whereabouts. It wasn’t often she questioned Samuel’s whereabouts before going over to their apartment. It was only nights like this she would do so. It was late, and she was still coming down from a high; two things that made her think twice about going over there. She was already carrying the memory of Samuel walking in on the two, Eli's eyes blood shot red and the stench surrounding her evident. She has done her best to avoid conversation with him since then.

She looked around her room after setting her phone down, nothing but paintings and photographs that littered the walls staring back at her. Too late to paint. Too late to do anything productive, really. Walking to her bed, she lifted the sheet with both hands with the intention of cleaning. Finally.

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"I don't. I mean, I just got my note too. That really doesn't seem like her... I hope there's nothing wrong."

Elle had been long done with her food, by this point she only sitting at the table because everyone else was still eating. From time to time she would take a sip of the soda. The bubbly acids gliding down her throat in the hopes of calming her stomach. It was about that time for dinner to conclude concisely. She had hoped Matthew enjoyed his time. A constant coming from Piper was enough to let her know she had questions. Giselle went over several excuses...'the food was bad' ...'she ate to fast'. Several pragmatic reasons on why she left the table could be put to use. But she hoped Piper minded hers. Bad enough the grotesque thoughts of killing her unborn child maneuvered into her mind. Oddly, the idea of lying to her young niece aghasted her. However, what was she supposed to say? 'I'm pregnant Piper but I'm thinking of having an abortion.' What would she think of her? The sense of being judged is what ultimately kept the arcane concealed.

The sound of the familiar voice startled her, and caused Elle to look up Piper's direction. "I'll do the dishes." 'Thanks Piper'... Had she just answered her niece in connotation. "Oh, thanks Piper" The woman replied, watching as her niece rose from her chair and began to clear the table. It was definitely a relief that she wouldn't have to deal with the ablution of the dishes. She surrendered a genuine smile, at least one she had a purpose for having. Elle glanced down to her wristwatch finding that it was getting a bit late, Charity would be here for Hope in approx. an hour and a half. After that, it was smooth sailing with the bed and the pillow.

"Oh, uh, thanks for the dinner, by the way. I'll just..." Matthew's quiet voice sounded off. Those were departing words, well, words to prepare for his take-off. Not that it bothered her, she just didn't feel that he enjoyed his time. He was one of those types of men that kept to himself and it was clear he was out of his comfort zone. After only speaking to him a few times, all of which related to the maintenance, it was still obvious that his nature was...reserved. So saying that she expected him to start going inhumane -- jumping off tables was out of the question. Yet, Elle worried about him. Worried about him in an felicitous way the appropriated whatever 'friendship' they had; if it was even a friendship at all, more so neighbor-ship. Either way, there was something about him that riveted her. And it had absolutely nothing to do with gender indifference but just sensing peculiar vibes from him. Though there he was, sitting throughout dinner occasionally fumbling with the chopsticks and evading any sort of eye contact.

She planned to respond, to put a end to his terror which meant he could leave whenever he pleased. But little Hope beat her to the punch. Well in this case, she didn't actually deliver the final blow. "Hey Mr. Matthew, we could play a game. It's gonna be fun, I promise!" That sweet angelic voice somehow returned her back to the present. Elle could only imagine what Hope wanted to play. Monopoly? Candyland? Any board game known to man, Hope knew, and played quite well seeing as she beat Elle on several occasions without even letting her. "Ooh, could you get the bag, please!" Though that wasn't until she heard the little girls next words. 'That bag'. The bag Elle had made for Hope whenever she visited and wanted to play dress-up. It contained brushes, blushes, various lipsticks, eyeliners and mascara. Every now and again would the woman need to bring out. Lately Hope had been satisfied with just watching movies. But seeing as she had a new prospect, Elle understood. The Cuban looked over to Matthew, a sort of glint in her eyes. She never had to say 'no' before to Hope. A part of her never felt comfortable with denying anything for her. Mathew could always say no to helping her dress up. "Go ahead, Hope. You know where it is." She said. If all fails, Elle could always substitute for him although she knew just as well as Hope that it 'wouldn't be the same.' Once the little girl had pranced out of the room, Giselle stood up and asked for Matthew to follow. "C'mon... I'm sure she'll drag you in here either way." Elle stated, now leading him back into the leaving room. Her bottom yet once again met the soft cushions of the sofa. "She's an enthusiast." A good kid she was....a real good kid. Yet she felt somewhat sorry for whatever Hope had in mind for Matthew.






Sebastian sat there on the tall bar stool almost waiting for something to happen. Perhaps he was waiting on Eli to come running in, begging on her hands and knees to be forgiven or even waiting for the beautiful stripper to come out and unveil her undying want to please him. It's not like he hadn't already paid for it. Just sitting there at the bar, gorging on drink after drink started getting old. An old Hawaiian man sitting on the right of him kept going on how his son had came out of the closest and how he'd never get those grandchildren he wanted. It was all real nice. But suddenly someone bumped into him, not just anyone but Mr. Blackwood. Sebastian just didn't have the time or apparatus to be bothered. No, he had other fish to fry. A blonde haired fish. However, he did finish nursing his current cup of Jack Daniels before standing abruptly. "Your old man must be real proud... I won't be bringing my son here anytime soon." The older man sulked in his misery created by himself. His son's sexuality shouldn't reflect on the man's distress. Instead he should be there for him. "That blows... I feel real bad for you- your son. I feel bad that he has to put up with such an asshole for a father." Of course that comment had earned him an hostile stare but it was unwarranted. The young man simply tossed two 'twankies' on the counter and made his way out.

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Instantly the cool air brought forth a new sense of unfounded revelations. The bar had become quite stuffy, in fact constricting and Sebastian knew if he didn't get out of there when he did then something bad was going to go down. As much as he tried, the anger just wasn't disappearing. If anything the alcohol did little to calm his nerves. He began to walk... Not really sure where he was going but one thing was certain, he was intoxicated. Shit-faced actually, a perfect time to revel in some blow. Subconsciously he dug his hands into his pockets, finding it absent of a certain bag. "Where the hell-" Couldn't have been the club -- until the quick memory of being in the VIP room with Eloise in the form of a flashback. "A little nose candy before the show." The visage of him passing Eloise the bag after taking a line dealing of drugs.Returning back to his current state of mind led him on a different route. He was livid. His steps quickened, displaying pure asperity. Sebastian clenched his hands so tightly that they were turned achromatic. Taking his money was one thing, but taking his drugs... oh they were playing in a completely different ball park all together. Eloise had fucked up, little did she know.

Sebastian hit the elevator button twice before it finally opened on it''s hinges. Just a few more seconds until he reached the twenty-third floor. He shook his head, his mentality was offset. But surprisingly, he was scared. Scared because he didn't quite know what he would do. Dusty blue eyes were brought down to investigate his shaking hands. That sort thing happened lately, more so because his usage with cocaine began to increase ever since he started hanging out with Eloise. The things he told her, the things he did to her and now what? He was starting to feel abandoned though deep down he would never admit to it. Lately his best friend Severin had been too busy with work and Piper to spend time with him. If only he knew... His own father was to caught up with work and his wife to attend to his own son. Sebastian never took to well to being alone. Not that it was anything brand new. Ding!The doors to the elevator slid open. A quiet sophisticated hall came into view. His first steps off the elevator was sealed after he past by his own door, not paying any mind to the notes plastered over several doors. Instead, Sebastian continued until he reached the last door of the hall. Eloise.

He almost had a hard time at getting his breath under control. For a while he simply stood there staring at the number 1109 branded into the door. A constant battle brewing in his mind over going through with this or not. Certain scenarios playing out in head. "Bitch deserves it." He mumbled under his breath. 'Fuck it' He placed a hand over the doorknob and another onto the door as he applied his full weight. Without really giving it much thought, he slowly turned the knob. One could only imagine the expression on his face after it continued to turn. A sinister grin formed over his lips as all he could think was how stupid she had to be for leaving her door open. Entering her apartment brought the heart-stopping thrills coming with breaking and entering. As he slipped past the threshold, quilted brightness casted the living room. But he had been here times before so it didn't matter either way, light or not. Sebastian quietly closed the door behind him, only allowing a almost soundless click to be heard. Everything seemed to be in place. Her art books, camera, magazines and what have you. A hiccup passed through his lips when began to descend further into her apartment. Rounding down the hall to her bedroom... that's where she kept the 'good' shit.

The door to Eloise bedroom slowly crept opened. A figure slid in between the crack. Standing with her back facing him was Eli as she appeared to be straightening up her bedsheets. He glanced over to her nightstand and then to the vintage clock sitting on top of it. 10:40 P.M. Enough time had already been wasted. Without further adieu, he began to move. If it wasn't for the vexation with her then he might have took this in another direction but that was not the case here. Sebastian grabbed a hold of Eli, nearly knocking her to the ground. Large hands were brought to her neck while pushing her back onto the bed, effectively wedging himself in between her legs. He wrapped them around her throat, applying just enough pressure to alarm the young woman. "Don't scream... don't fight..." He glanced down into her mesmerizing blue hues. "You know what I could do you... Do you know, Eli!" He bellowed into her face. "I could hurt you... but you know what? I won't." Sebastian tightened his grip around her slender neck. "But you know better than to fuck with my shit. I told you not to play games with me." Pause. "Cause I can make living here hell for you and you know that." His voice softened, considerably.

"I don't wanna' hurt you, Eli but your gonna' make me do something I'll regret. Now, go get my shit." Sebastian released the hold on her throat and grabbed by the arm, snatching her up off the bed. "Where is it?" He clutch the bed sheets along with snatching them off. And then he moved over to one of the drawers, pulling it open and rummaged through it. Throwing panties and bras out behind him. After emptying it he pulled it out of the socket completely. "Where the fuck is my shit!" Again his tirade continued. Ripping open draw after drawer and throwing them down until he found nothing. The longer Sebastian continued the more it looked as if a hurricane had manifested. Obviously he was fed up, it was evident when he went back over the blonde and pushed her against the wall. He brought his hands to her face to cup her cheeks. "You have about three seconds... two..."

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Making a bed is a difficult task, it truly is. Eli was reminded of that as she unenthusiastically made her way to the opposite side of her bed. Each time she would pull a corner of the sheet to secure it under the mattress, the opposite side would come un-tucked as if to purposely badger her.. Sinister sheets. Eventually, she got it right. A whine of relief and a few mumbled words confirmed her loathing towards the simple chore. She hated house work. With a dining room and living room absent of much furniture besides a standard table or couch, there was never much to clean in those parts. It was always her room that was left unkempt. And it was always her room she was reluctant to keep tidy. She occasionally peeked over her shoulder to her dresser top, where she had left her phone. Her mind convincing her that she was hearing the faint buzzing of its back vibrating against the painted wood. But each time she would look, she was left disappointed. Once her bed sheet was fitted securely on each corner, she fetched the other sheet from her floor. She shook it vigorously, whipping it against the air, before beginning to fold it.

Her ability to sense when things were out of the ordinary came much too late this time around. Preoccupied with her own thoughts and the task of fixing her bed, she was more than surprised when she felt the grip of, what she immediately assumed to be, hands pulling her with force. Andrew? He immediately came to mind, but just as quickly as she was tossed around, that idea of it being him was tossed out right along with her. It wasn’t in Andrew’s nature at all to come in to Eli’s apartment unannounced, let alone grab her in such a way that felt.. suddenly violent. In an instant her back was pressed against the bed, hands gripping her throat. His hands. She gasped as the pressure of his hold tightened, but before she could let out a scream, he silenced her with a command through clenched teeth, "Don't scream... don't fight..." Scared wasn’t a sufficient enough word to describe her emotion. She was immediately flushed with fear as she looked up in to Sebastian’s eyes. Cold and abandoned, they stared back in to hers. "You know what I could do you... Do you know, Eli!" The smell of the alcohol from his breath spewed towards her face as he shouted, her eyes closing tightly with discomfort from his dominant grasp. She arched her back in a pathetic attempt to find some comfort, or even opportunity to break the hold he had on her, but as she did so she felt his grip only getting tighter, with warning that this was no antic, “I could hurt you... but you know what? I won't. But you know better than to fuck with my shit. I told you not to play games with me."

He was bloodthirsty. And Eli knew that if he truly wanted to, he could snap her in two. His display of power over her proved just that. A display of power, which he had never once shown to or on Eloise until tonight. Their morally-loose affairs and erotic nights spent in this exact room often involved a pinch of roughness, more than what most might be comfortable with. But never, has he ever, suggested that he had the intention of harming her. Who was he? Who was this man, pinning her to the bed with a grip fueled with anger? She had seen and dealt with Sebastian while he was high and intoxicated, and sometimes yes, he was a bit loud and rambunctious. But even through the alcohol and drugs, he had always proved that there was still some moral sense existent in the way he treated Eli while in his company. The man she opened her eyes to, wasn’t the Sebastian she knew. "Cause I can make living here hell for you and you know that. I don't wanna' hurt you, Eli-“ You already have.. “-but you’re gonna' make me do something I'll regret. Now, go get my shit."

He released his hands from around her throat, delivering an instantaneous sense of relief. As if this nightmare was finally concluding and maybe now, she could make the decision to either talk him out of his behavior or react just as violently. But she knew she was no match for Sebastian, at least not physically. He might have been a mere 5’9, but his strength compared to hers had already been demonstrated. He grabbed a hold of her arm, and with apparent ease, pulled her off of her back and on to her feet. But before she was able to regain some balance he let her arm go, causing her to tumble towards her bookshelf. Her hands knocked down a number of books by their spine, until she was able to sustain her balance, turning to look towards Sebastian. Her hand instinctively held on to her throat, a cough escaping her mouth as she winced at the discomfort. He went from her bed, to her drawers like a typhoon destructing everything in its path. Her drawer. She pulled her weight to the tips of her toes as if ready to charge towards him, but as he continued to toss out her items of clothing, she realized he wasn’t having so much success with his endeavor. Blinded by his fit of rage and impatience, it prevented him from remembering to shake out the balled up items of clothing that began to litter her floors.

There. She eyed the balled up green shirt, just near her bedroom door. But before she could make her way to retrieve what was hidden between its fabric, she was jerked and pushed against her wall. The framed portraits and paintings that were hung by flimsy hooks shook, falling to the floor with a thud and piercing sound of glass shattering against the bare wooden floor. Both his hands cupped her face, his breathing heavy from his distressed search for his belongings, “You have about three seconds... two..." I’m not a fucking kid. She narrowed her eyes, the fear she had of him subsiding quickly. Now fired with an anger to match his, she swirled her tongue against her cheeks as best she could beneath the stress of his hands. She pushed as much spit as she could behind her teeth, and with a light jerk of her head she released it from her mouth and towards his face.

Pthu!

Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch!” she shouted, pushing through the tension on her face as she raised her arms furiously to fend him off of her, in case the thick coating of spit to his face wasn’t enough to draw him back. She swung her arms on each side of his face, her fists balled in hopes to do even the slightest damage to him. And when it didn't appear effective enough, her balled fists became claws, picking at the flesh of his face. She let her weight fall, sliding down the wall until she was loosened from his cornering and able to move from under him. Wiping her mouth, her feet scattered to her bedroom door, frantically grabbing the shirt and holding it to her chest. She had to protect it. She could give a damn about his coke and money, but it was everything else that was hidden with it she didn’t want exposed. And for it to get in Sebastian’s hands would only lead to the unthinkable. Easily, she could hand him over what was his, but that would mean awarding him with complete satisfaction. No. She wasn't his rag doll to toss around and shake up whenever he saw fit. Giving him what he wanted was out of the question, even if it meant going to extreme measures to keep it from him. A foolish course of action being taken, maybe, but Eli refused to succumb to his demands.

Her heart raced as she moved through the bedroom door and in to her dining room, quickly placing herself behind the table to now face the entrance of her bedroom. She wouldn’t wait for him to come out. Instead, she acted upon impulse. She tucked the shirt under her arm, placing her palms on the end of the table and pushing it with all the strength she had towards the door. Definitely wouldn’t keep him out of the room, since he could simply hop across it or even go under it. But it would pose enough of an obstacle to give her time to actually leave the apartment.. or find something to assist in her defense. She gave a loud grunt, the feet of the table thudding loudly against the floor. When its end met the door frame, she turned on her heels to head for the door, but her neglect to watch where she was going and her rising adrenaline have created a hindrance in her grand escape. She stumbled as her foot caught the corner of a queerly placed easel, leading her to stagger in to a tall cabinet. The defective, old piece of furniture shook at its core, and while porcelain dishes, ceramics and precious china slid from its shelving to the floor, so did she. Her knees met the floor, but she managed to reach for the knob on her door to turn and swing it slightly open. The sound of crashing valuables flooded through the open space of her door, echoing through the hall of the 23rd floor.


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Andrew was very jumpy, Eli didn’t normally take so long to text him back. The entire hour he waited, he was wrapped up in blankets on his brother’s couch, imagining the worst possible scenarios. What if she went for a walk by the ocean, fell in, hit her head, and drowned? What if she was mugged? What if she went to the store, was attacked by some mysterious six-foot-four man, dragged into his car, taken to some remote location, and was being tortured as he sat there, panicking about if she was okay or not. He was seriously considering calling the police when his phone chimed, informing him of a new text message. He practically fell off the couch, it had scared him so badly, but he grabbed it off the cushion next to him and read the text a couple of times. Relief flooded him, but he was still very anxious about the note, and quickly type up something similar to, oh my god Eli im glad your okay. You are okayright? I think you should come over right now because I need to know that everythings okay and- before he deleted the entire text and responded with a simple, No, sam’s not home. Gimme a sec to pick up okay? And then, well, he thought he sent the message. However, he didn’t fully hit send, and so when he tossed his phone aside, the message remained unsent.

But as he’d picked up the apartment a little (he had lots of empty snack wrappers laying around), and a few minutes passed, he found it off that she hadn’t showed up, yet. When he heard a little bit of a commotion, he was certainly worried, and he felt that all-too-familiar tightness in his chest. But he decided to stay out of it, sure, it was a little louder than what things normally were in the building, but he was sure it was nothing to worry about. But then he heard Eli’s voice, and she didn’t sound happy. He darted out the door without thinking much about it. Had it been absolutely anyone else (except maybe Hope, because she was so small), he probably would’ve called the landlady to check it out or something. But this was Eli, his best friend. Hell, Eli was sort of his only friend. On his way to her apartment, he heard a crash, and that only intensified the need to get there, and get there quickly.


He found her apartment door open, and pushed his way inside. The scene he was met with was like something out of a movie; table out of place, things broken on the floor. For a moment, he just stood there, trying to sort through all that had possibly happened. He shook his head, shouting, “Eli!” His tone panicked, his eyes not seeing her. She was right in front of him, but he was practically blinded. After a few seconds, his eyes caught sight of her, but he felt an attack rearing it’s head. His heart pounding, he tilted forwards a little, onto his knees next to her, “El... Are you... Are you....” His breathing was labored, his face pale. He was panicking. His anxiety got the better of him, and though he was aware that there was someone else in the apartment, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge the fact and so he just knelt there, next to his friend. His heart pounding, throat constricted, sweating, head swimming. If she said anything, he wouldn’t hear it past the blood rushing through his ears. No doubt he wasn’t okay, he actually felt like he was going to vomit for a moment. He knew, though, that he just needed to ride it out. He hadn’t expected to walk in to such a violent scene.

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“Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch!” A person usually acts first then ask question yet when Sebastian felt the saliva mesh along his face -- never mind where it had already been -- time dawdled. He simply froze, hardened his stance as he couldn't believe what Eli had just did to him. Blatant disrespect but nothing was more vile or disgusting than succumbing to that level. And yet, the fact that she had told him what he needed to know. Sebastian would have rather received a kick to balls than having his face degraded. Before his brain could direct his hands, Eloise had managed to squirm her way free. He couldn't say she wasn't lucky because he might have killed her. However, he didn't speak. He didn't even bother running after her immediately. The young man simply stared blankly at the wall. He had too.. He had to talk himself down from possibly doing something unethical which would result in someone getting seriously hurt, namely Eloise. It took a few seconds, but by that time he had heard several shatters of glass.

Sebastian used his clothed elbow to rub off the corner of the intersecting skin between his nose and cheek. Also making a mental note to scrub his face clean. After sanitizing his face, he turned his head when he heard the sound of another suffocated voice. A male. Someone must have heard. Before making his grand entrance, Sebastian maneuvered over to her nightstand and yanked open the dresser. A few nicknacks and miscellaneous items. Just as he was about to push the drawer shut, a folded up piece of paper though still nothing of interest. Yet it didn't stop him from opening it. A number followed by a name. The aggressor pocketed it, not aware that it belonged to her 'connect'. Sebastian brought his hands to his face, hiding his initial reaction. For a split second it would seem as if he were crying but resolved him to actually be cackling. Almost maniacal. He left his hand sift down his face, the chuckles finally residing. After tonight, he wanted nothing to do with that belligerent creature. Sex and drugs included, whatever misconstrued affair the two were having would officially expire.

He headed over to the door, fining it barricaded by the table usually kept in the dinning room. With ease, Sebastian shifted the wooden table out of his obstructed pathway. Broken dishes scattered about, making it seem as if Eloise had lost her living mind. As he veered into the living room, it was no surprise finding Andrew at the scene considering his voice had been heard only a minute earlier. His near pellucid orbs landing on the panic-stricken woman, holding a ruched shirt near and dear. A little to near to his liking. And Sebastian really hated feeling like an idiot. "You really made a mess, Eli." A causal smile sifted on his lips after seeing Andrew. "Sorry to intrude but I'm going to need my things before I leave... Isn't it in that shirt? I mean we can do this out here?" He stated calmly, shooting Andrew a quick glance. "Or however you prefer." Because little did she know, Sebastian wasn't leaving with out it. "But something tells me he wouldn't really want to see you..." Eventually trailing off with his words, allowing only a shrug. He would leave the rest up to Eloise. He remember during one of the coke binges that she had talked a bit about him. Saying how she really cared for him and never wanted him to find out about the drugs. So for now would he leave it up to her, it was her choice.

Choose wisely, Eloise....

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“Eli!”

There is a God. Either that or Andrew just has a perfect sense of timing.. or good hearing.. or a little of both. The familiar voice rang through her ears, her eyes jumping up towards his face as he stood in the doorway of her apartment. “El... Are you... Are you....”

Just as his eyes met hers, she prepared to lift herself back on to her feet from her knees. But she ceased once she realized his own knees were beginning to buckle beneath him, his expression appearing distressed. For Eli, it was not abnormal to see Andrew become shaken up by certain situations. Even the sound of a rustling potato chip bag had the potential to set him on edge while curled up in front of a television set. But as he knelt down just beside her with his head hung and his breathing undoubtedly quickening, it drew her to be more concerned for him than he was initially for her.

"Andrew? Andrew are you okay?" she questioned, though the answer to her own question was quite obvious.

Something was wrong. This wasn't normal behavior. At least not to Eli. Her concern sent a fire beneath her, pulling herself quickly to her feet from off of the floor. He was still kneeling down, so she squat down beside him, her head tilting just a bit to try and get a look at his face that was hidden from his drooping posture. But the rumbling sound of the table being thrust against her floor was startling enough to tear her attention from Andrew, and back to Sebastian who was now approaching her. Approaching them. "You really made a mess, Eli. Sorry to intrude but I'm going to need my things before I leave... Isn't it in that shirt? I mean we can do this out here?"

Her hand held on to the shirt just a little tighter as he moved smoothly towards them. Casually, calmly, and with a smile. It made her absolutely sick just how malicious he was. Something she was too blind to see until it was much too late. The desire to wipe the smile right off his face appearing clear-cut as her eyes narrowed, her teeth clenching. "Or however you prefer. But something tells me he wouldn't really want to see you..." The clenching of her jaw eased as she pulled her body up. Although the anger was still extant, she knew it would all have to end here. He had her right where he wanted her. And like putty in his hands, he had already began to pull and tug at her emotions. He knew her too well, and he knew her weaknesses. The downfall of letting someone in too deep, was this. This moment. She was standing before him completely vulnerable, especially with Andrew being present. She swallowed her mouthful of words, digesting them with all the venom she so wanted to spew. Her feet moved over the shattered pieces of porcelain, the sound of shards crackling beneath her steps. Nearing closer, she reached her hand into the shirt, allowing her fingers to fish out his belongings. Money.. here. She grabbed it, balled up in her palm and with little space in her hand that she had left, she distinguished the rocks from the powder and retrieved his blow as well. There was no longer a need to walk, since she was now in front of him, a few inches of space between the two of them. She reached up, pulling her hand from inside the shirt and balling it on to his chest.

"You got what you wanted," she whispered, her voice shaking, the emotions coating each one, "-don't ever show your face here again, Sebastian.. I mean that." she demanded, releasing her grip on his things for him to catch.

As much as tears wanted to swell, Eli would never allow it. Not in the presence of Sebastian. He didn't deserve the prize of seeing her absolutely shattered. Her eyes spoke enough, leaving hateful and bashing words behind her. She couldn't find the energy to continue this battle between them. "Get out." she stated sternly, turning on her heels to quickly attend to Andrew who was her main concern. After all, if it wasn't for him, there is no telling what could have been the alternate ending for this entire situation. If she thanked him, he would never understand why.

No longer concerned about Sebastian, she hurried quickly to her kitchen to fetch a bottled water from her cabinet. Before doing so, she opened up a glass jar which was made for the intention of storing 'cookies'. But over time, and because of her reluctance to keep up with bills, it was stuffed with ripped open envelopes, long statements and plenty of return slips for payments. It was there, she un balled the green shirt and retrieved her glass pipe and bag of meth. Shoving it in to the jar, she scrambled the papers to conceal the items before closing the jar. Grabbing the bottle of water, she paced back to her living room and quickly knelt down right by Andrews side, opening the bottle of water and holding it to his lips.

"I-Is is it something you ate? I told you to lay off those t.v dinners, Drew. Here, drink this." she continued to hover the bottle of water under his lips, gently letting its inviting sip spill over his bottom lip. Her eyebrows frowned with concern, her free hand reaching to his cheek. He was sweating, but to the touch he was a bit cold. His skin much paler than normal. She hesitated for a moment, pulling the bottle away from his lips. She was going in to her own state of panic, his unresponsive behavior beginning to alarm her. She reached her left arm behind him, bumping his right arm to cradle her neck, "C'mon, Drew." she grunted, using what strength she had to assist in pulling him upright.

She knew she needed to call Sam.

She eyed Andrew's pockets but saw no indication of a phone, and as easily as she could go and retrieve her own from the bedroom, she reminded herself she never did ask the man for his number. There was never a reason to. Great.


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Charity is watching Sebastian carefully now, cautious because she sees the signs of drugs in his eyes and in the little bag that had been hanging out of Eli's pocket. Given that his mood is likely volatile at the moment, and that he has just screamed at the back of the retreating blond, body half outside of the VIP room with a look that Charity has learned to see as a warning sign of sorts- stay away. Alarms are blaring in her head, because she has dealt with volatile, drugged up customers before, and they are very rarely the most reasonable of people. Some are overly affectionate, and break into a sobbing mess at the slightest hint of disapproval. Others were simply giddy, looking but never really seeing anything. Despite her disdain for drugs of all sorts, those are the sort she prefers. Then, there are the angry types, who are likely to wrap their hands around a girl's neck and strangle her against the wall, hardly even hearing the screams which fade as oxygen leaves the body. She must be careful, as Sebastian may very well be the final sort of the three, and Charity is likely the most cautious of all the girls who work here. She has good reason to be, after all. Not that several of the others don't- Angelica, who goes by Angel here, has an ill mother and baby brother that she is currently supporting while simultaneously still attending high school. Heather, know as Harley, works to pay her way through college because she never had any other real option. These are people just as careful as Charity, and people that she respects. But Angel is now wrapping herself around a pole and Harley is flirting with a customer. Neither are here in this room with her.

She is surprised, in fact, when he responds to her, calling Hope cute. Then again, those brief interactions which she has witnessed between the two were ones in which he seemed tolerable enough, though Hope claims that the man smells strange and generally doesn't go running into his arms in the hallway. Yes, Charity agrees with him in respects to her daughter, though the thoughts go unspoken, Of course she is.

However, any semblance of decency that he might have had the opportunity to show there is waved away like a small dust cloud in the air as the young man proceeds to complain about Eloise, berating her as a dime a dozen and such. Charity's eyes narrow very slightly at that, because she hardly faults the young woman with running away. Besides, the blonde woman seems to be a far better human being than Sebastian. Not that Charity can necessarily boast of being a perfect being herself, or of being a flawless judge of character. In fact, there is no end to the list of flaws that Charity can probably point out about herself, despite what others might see. After all, people see what they want to see, and everyone is just a little paper person, a two dimensional character, as long as that fits the needs of the one looking. She is, naturally, no exception to this.

Her attention is ripped back to the young man when she notices him moving, advancing on her with little warning until she is against the wall. The woman hadn't even realized that she was backing up until the cool, painted wall touches the back of her neck. Rational though she is, Charity's first instinct is to step on his foot -not a small attack, given her heels- and elbow him in the gut. As a general rule, when working she is the one to move closer, not the customer. This suits her far better, as it gives her the control, despite being under their payment for the moment. He is shorter than her, by no more than an inch, and her heels allow her to tower over him by a good four inches. All the same, he has backed her into this corner, and her first thought is of retaliation. But she is still as he hisses at her, berating her for the concept of judging him with a sneer on his pampered face. His breath is hot and uncomfortable on her ear, the feel of it giving her a sudden urge to take a shower.

By the time he finally backs away, admittedly just before Charity is about to step on his foot, the man's eyelids are flying at half-mass. What he says seems less like an insult and more like a promise, though, and she can't pretend that it isn't a promise she likes. Still just being the single mother who lives in Kohana Creek suits her perfectly fine, after all, because it is who she far prefers to be. A shiver runs down her spine when his hand brushes over her forehead to move the hair out of the way, but it is more out of surprise than anything else. Soon he is gone, still looking rather angry, and Charity is left in the room, planning to remain there as long as possible until the manager pulls her out. He does eventually, of course, and by that point the young man is gone, and the only other two people that she would recognize are out of sight, sitting outside.

"You can go now, anyway, the manager informs her, having to crane his neck to look up at his employee. Charity nods without a word, glad that he tends to cycle girls more on Fridays and Saturdays, to keep things 'fresh', as he likes to put it. The woman goes to the locker room and changes into normal clothing before sneaking into the dingy restroom reserved for employees and scrubbing off the layers of makeup on her face. When she is done, her face has a pinkish tinge to it from the scrubbing, as she had been more energetic about it than usual. She brushes her hair down, and suddenly looks like the sort of person you wouldn't see on the bad side of town- let alone working there. This is how she prefers it.

A drive brings her back to the apartment building, content with the knowledge that Hope probably had a wonderful time with Ms. Torres. Other than that, her stomach is gnawing with hunger, and she desperately desires a shower. This is a common want after work, as though water and soap can wash everything away and leave her a perfectly mundane single mother. That single mother is making her way towards Giselle's apartment, to fetch her daughter, when she heard shouting coming from Eloise's room. Rather than going to see what is the matter, her first instinct, especially at the sound of thudding, is to hurry towards Hope's location. And so she does, reaching Giselle's door and knocking on it four times before stopping and waiting patiently. It's getting rather late, and she'd prefer to have Hope in bed by now. Of course, she often falls asleep at Giselle's, and needs to be carried back to her own bed.

"Giselle? It's Charity," she adds, realizing that all of the noise might have made those within the apartment slightly wary of letting people inside.




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Well, at least he wasn't the only person feeling awkward, Matthew thought wryly as Ms. Torres hesitated before determinedly wiped at the lipstick spread on and around his mouth like he was some sort of clown escaped from the circus. That part was partially his own fault from when he'd attempted to wipe it away earlier, but that was neither here nor there. He wished that he had thought to suggest that he clean himself up, but with the deed nearly done, it was too late to voice any resistance. The faint odor of make-up remover wafted up from his mouth from the doused cotton ball, an almost comforting scent. It reminded him of the bathroom he'd shared with his sisters, how they never remembered to put the lid back on the bottle of make-up remover and the countless times they or he had accidentally knocked it over, dousing the sink. Then again, it also reminded him of Miranda, so that was a bit of a double-edged sword, wasn't it?

At this proximity, Matthew wasn't quite sure where he was supposed to look without looking incredibly awkward. His eyes trailed around the bathroom past Ms. Torres' head, trying to find something to occupy himself as she swiped away the red surrounding his lips. Unavoidably his gaze fell back on her and, given their close distance, he could really see how exhausted she looked. Maybe it was because the week was officially over and she'd spent it looking after children, maybe she was stressed about something- whatever it was, she looked as if she needed a good night's sleep at least, maybe a weekend of relaxation. He didn't say anything, though. It wasn't exactly his place to give advice to someone so put together while he was just... Well, Matthew, the maintenance man. The ex drug addict. The awkward, lonely guy in apartment 1100.

"There. All done." He had to hold in a relieved sigh as she finally backed away, a smile that he couldn't quite tell if it was just polite or friendly stretched across her lips. Matthew straightened up then, backing away from the sink himself. Now, he thought, was the time to go. He no longer looked like an experimenting drag queen and could leave with his head held high(well, metaphorically speaking; his posture was atrocious). He trailed behind Ms. Torres, barely keeping in the yawn that threatened to escape his lips. Oh. He was tired. It was a sudden sort of revelation. He'd been so caught up in his own thoughts and little problems that he hadn't even noticed the exhaustion from today slowly crawling over him, urging him to rest.

Which was why he surprised even himself by accept Ms. Torres offer of a beer. Hadn't he just been thinking about returning to his room and heading off to bed? Whatever the reason, here he was now, settled on Ms. Torres' couch as she flipped through the channels. He took a sip, the once familiar burn trickling down his throat followed by a brief bit of pleasure. He didn't often indulge in alcohol, too intent on keeping himself in the right frame of mind, keeping in control, but he'd have a drink with Simon every once in a while. So maybe that was the reason he was able to keep up small talk with Ms. Torres- no, Elle, he mentally corrected after she'd verbally done so at least three times. It was just like having a drink with a friend.

As the night trailed on, his own tiredness began to take over, his head lolling back onto the couch as they finished some show he'd never seen and would probably never watch again. His eyes fluttered shut and his breathing began to even out, so maybe it was no surprise that he hardly noticed the warm presence that was slowly becoming closer and closer. If anything it made him sleepier, the added warmth lulling him to sleep.

He woke up at around four in the morning, a time broadcasted by the DVR under the television which was playing some sort of infomercial now about some sort of blender or something. He blinked tiredly, entertaining the idea of getting off of his couch and making the short walk to his bed when he realized something. This wasn't his couch, far too modern and un-plush, even if that wasn't a word. Then he realized something else. This wasn't his apartment. This couldn't be his apartment because it did not look like his apartment at all. This was Ms. Torr- Elle, his mind sleepily supplied- Elle's apartment. Which was when he noticed a third thing. There was someone on his lap. His neighbor's head was using his lap as a pillow, her long hair spread out across his legs. It took every ounce of self-control not to let out a yelp of surprise or throw himself off of the couch or something because this wasn't right. Nope. Not at all. They were barely even friends at this point, and he was pretty sure that you had to be pretty damn good friends to sleep on each other like this.

His mind was certainly awake now and he was subsequently wracking it for ideas and plans to act out. He could always go back to sleep or, no, wait! He could pretend to be asleep and "accidentally" wake her up and let her move or something. But, no, that wasn't exactly nice and if he, the guy who had been single for the past few years, found this awkward, he could only imagine how someone who'd just broken up with her boyfriend would feel about this. He stayed there for a moment, staring blankly at the television screen. The infomercial was about knives now, somehow more special than the rest. He let out a quiet sigh. Well, going back to sleep wasn't an option for multiple reasons now.

So, instead, he gently lifted Giselle's head, careful not to tug at her hair, as he slid out from under her before sliding a pillow into place as a welcome substitute to his lap. He thought about leaving then, but some kind(to Giselle, not to him) part of his mind kept urging him to do something more. So he did.

When Matthew finally slipped out the door into the hallway- thankfully void of any living soul lest it look like he was taking the walk of shame which would be unfortunate for both himself and Giselle- the television was turned off, a neatly folded blanket that he'd found in the living room spread over the sleeping woman, and a note was left on the back of the paper that had been taped to her door for the meeting.

Elle,

Thank you for dinner. I had a nice time. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Matthew


The next day, Matthew woke up at 7:30 to his screeching alarm clock which he silenced with a well-placed smack. He groaned slightly, neck sore from when he'd fallen asleep in Giselle's couch- there was no use ignoring that last night had happened, it was a fact of life now. He took a quick shower, got dressed, had a leisurely breakfast of sweet, warm tea with lemon and toast with raspberry jelly, and relaxed, gradually waking up. He sighed as his eyes trailed over the the clock. It was 8:20 now, he may as well head down to the lobby for the meeting with Keilani.

The lobby was empty when he came down which was unsurprising given that it was a Saturday morning and anyone who would be going out this early was already gone, and anyone else was still in their apartments. He settled in one of the comfortable chairs, stifling a yawn. He hadn't exactly gotten much sleep the night before. Now he just had to wait for the tenants of the 20-23 floors to arrive and for this show to get on the road.

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Date: Saturday, September 18, 2013
Time: 8:22 A.M.
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Slowly Sebastian's heavy lids fluttered wildly before opening to welcome the blazing sunlight. He suffered from cotton mouth and one of the worst headache known to man. The only comfort he felt was the softness of his pillow. Glancing around his partly messy room confirmed his terrible night, being that he'd woken up alone instead of waking up next to some random chick he would have met the night before. After leaning up in his bed, shirtless, Sebastian scratched a lazy hand through his golden locks while releasing a sigh. It was then the memories came crashing back with his stem partially clear. The more he scratched, the more the events of last night became acknowledged.

Of course he remembered leaving Eloise's apartment, her and the little nutcase acting as if he were the bad guy. Why? Simply because he wanted his belongings returned to him. But the realization that Eli spat in his face had did little to soothed his aching head. In fact it made him that much more angry because there was really nothing he could have done with Andrew being in the room. Sebastian subconsciously bit into his bottom lip harshly the longer he thought about it, until the tinge of pain followed by the metallic taste of warm blood began to pool in his mouth. "Shit." He cursed, lifting himself from bed and returning to the master bathroom.

He flipped on the knobs to faucet and brought his hands together to gather up some water. Sebastian swished the cool water around in his mouth before spitting out the rosy-colored water. The next thing he did was gather up some cold water and splashed it into his face. It was a relieving feeling that overall left him refreshed. Moving back into his bedroom and into the living room brought him to the note he snatched angrily off the door last night. It was slightly torn from where he ripped it at the point where the tape started. At first he wasn't going to read it but his curiosity was piqued, so he picked up the paper in a way that he could hold both pieces to make reading it comprehensible.

"Dear Tenant,

As the landlord, I would like to inform you that a meeting for the floors 20-23 are called. The meeting will take place in the lobby tomorrow 9/18/13 at 8:30 A.M.. Very important news and information will be given so I strongly urge everyone to attend. Please take this note seriously. If you happen to miss the meeting for whatever reason then I advise you to either ask a fellow neighbor or visit the desk by Monday 9/20/13. Thank you everyone.

In regard, your Landlord.


Sebastian turned his face in confusion. The old woman had never called a 'group' meeting like this in the past. Not that he didn't respect her he just found it relatively not in his interest to attend. Although considering she had never did this before in the past also alerted Sebastian in a odd way. Perhaps the important changes would pertain to him, even so, he could rarely think about Eli without hurting himself let alone be in the same room. But overall. he decided he wouldn't let that disgusting woman stop him from making his presence known around the complex. With that in mind, Sebastian tossed the note back onto the table and headed back into the bathroom to clear his head in a frore shower.





After brushing his teeth, Sebastian headed back into his bedroom with his towel wrapped lowly around his lips. Glaring over to his alarm clock revealed it to be 8:22 A.M. He didn't mind showing up late, surely the old woman would start regardless of missing tenants. Sebastian slid open his closet door and rummaged through the racks. A pair of fitted dark blue jeans, an olive-colored v-neck T-shirt were eventually chosen. And after he got dressed, the young man headed into the kitchen where he grabbed himself a bottle of water and nearly guzzled down the entire bottle. Sebastian then grabbed his keys from the rack near the front door, through on a dark beige over-sized beanie and slipped on a pair of beige Vans before heading out.

He quickly locked everything up, dropped his keys back into his pocket and sauntered down the hall where he saw Piper. Sebastian stopped for a moment as he took his time in staring her down. There was never any doubt in his mind that she was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman he had been smitten with aside from Elosie but that was another story. Piper was just something something he could never truly have, even though technically he 'had' her once. Severin was his best friend, almost like a brother and there he was lusting after his woman. Maybe Sebastian was more humanely interested in the challenge she posed, the taboo-matured diorama. But he knew it was time to snap out of his sinful behavior. So, instead of making a salacious comment, he settled for a simple. "Morning, Piper." His voice somewhat calm and temperate. Which was odd regarding his usual snarky self. The young man glanced over to Severin's door as he thought of something endearing to say, but he he found...nothing. The sound of the door opening from up ahead pushed him along quicker. "Good morning Piper." Sebastian leaned his head against the wall and continued to listen to Severin talk. "Are we heading down there right now?" "Yeah, man. Let's go... don't wanna keep the misses waiting." Sebastian concluded before making his way towards the elevator, his sight slightly obstructed by the viewing of Giselle exiting her apartment. Without hiding his attempt, he let his fall over her clavicle and cleavage region. Probably the favorite-est part of the female body for him. However, the show only lasted a few seconds since he had by that time reached the elevators.





At the ding of the elevator, the doors slid open revealing the wall leading into the lobby. He hadn't been expecting more than three or four people but once he stepped into the lobby, seeing about ten or so surprised him. Sebastian sifted through the people with his eyes, among them were a few familiar people. The weird maintenance man seated in the sofa. There was always something about Mathew that warranted him, however he couldn't place a finger on it. Sitting only a few feet away was the last person he desired to see. He simply rolled his eyes and continued into the lobby. He decided to take one of the empty seat of the near brown colored chairs. "Well, this is a blast." Sebastian mumbled under his breath.

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Samuel had arrived home rather late last night, and his mood had remained dampened by the memory of his best friend being such a wreck over Giselle. Replaying the conversation in his mind only furthered his conviction to avoid any sorts of relationships, because that was one business that he certainly didn't want to try his hand in. After allowing Sage to release some of his stress and emotions, aided by alcohol, Samuel had driven the man home and delivered him to the door of his apartment safe and sound, though his car had been left back in the same district. After he was certain that Sage was calmed down, the man had taken a cab back to the place and driven Sage's car, the keys of which he had picked out of the man's coat, back to Kohana Creek, leaving it in its usual parking lot. Though he may occasionally seem to fit the stereotype of a parasitical lawyer who works on shady deals to further his own ambition, Sam is still a loyal sort of man who will, if necessary, extend a hand to a friend in need. Sage had certainly met that qualification last night, after all.

After all of those loose ends had been tied up, Sam had returned home, tired and hungry, to find a left on TV and his brother intertwined with Eloise, a girl who seemed to constantly be around and yet whom he saw very little of, on the couch. From what he could see, all the two had done was sleep- this was to be expected of Andrew, of course. Samuel simply turned off the flickering TV and went over to the kitchen, from which he pulled leftover fastfood chicken nuggets. Rather than risking waking up his brother and his brother's friend with the alarm of a microwave, the man had merely eaten them cold. In this state, they were not quite as satisfying, but remained edible and, therefore, more than enough to fit Sam's needs.

Eventually he had fallen asleep, comforted by the fact that his employer had given him the day off tomorrow. Well, officially it was a vacation day, anyway. In actuality, he was to go downtown and ensure that the forged files had met the right hands, and that every aspect of the deal had been followed through with it. Still, this psuedo- 'day off' did allow him to sleep a little bit more, and have a little bit more free time, and this is more than enough for the tired man. The elder of the Williams brothers seems to have a constantly packed schedule, and because of this doesn't know his own brother as much as he'd like to. It's unfortunate, as far as he's concerned, but the case nonetheless. It is around two am or so when Sam finally goes to sleep, walking into his own bedroom and stripping down to boxers and an undershirt before falling asleep. His room is far from pristine, but he doesn't use it for much else other than sleeping, and thus allows it to remain this way.

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When the man awoke, later than usual but still rather early, it was around 7am. He had left without looking around, heading for the apartment's gym, which is on the fourteenth floor. There, he is able to unwind through mindless exercise and the like, keeping his body fit whilst also refreshing himself from the events of the day before. Something picks at the back of his mind while he jogs, however, as though there is something that he is supposed to do soon. This nagging feeling causes him to wrap up his workout a bit earlier than usual so that he can go upstairs to shower and try and figure out what the missing piece is that keeps prodding at his consciousness. On his way into the apartment, he finds what it is: a little white note that he had walked over several times in a row without noticing it, pushed against the door frame. He notes it as peculiar from the beginning, as the landlady rarely leaves notes or anything like this, or at least has not since he came to live here.

After skimming the note, and from it understanding that he needs to be somewhere in about ten minutes, Sam walks back to the living room, where his brother remains asleep on the couch, though no longer wrapped around Eloise. She must have woken up, he muses before going to take a shower and dress. Even though he only really has one thing to do today, he dresses in his normal, stylish attire.

To: Sage
Hey man, how're you holding up?


He slides the phone back into his pocket and walks back over to the couch, where he pulls the blanket off of his sleeping brother. "Morning, sunshine," he wakes him with a quirked up eyebrow and a grin.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Charity Louis Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Hope Louis Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Severin Macer

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Elle slowly opened her eyes, the sunlight sneaking through the curtains brightened up the living room. The next feeling she felt beside the usual post-sleep feeling was warmth. So much warmth that in fact she found herself nearly burning up. Lazily, Elle kicked off the blanket and sat up on her spot on the sofa. The brunette licked at her dry lips and glanced over to the coffee table where a small note was placed. Without really wanting too, she leaned up and captured the small piece of paper.

Elle,

Thank you for dinner. I had a nice time. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Matthew


A smile fell over the woman's lips as she re-read the note for the second time, happy that he hadn't used 'Ms. Torres'. Elle retraced the wording of his handwriting, masculine with a tinge of modesty. All the same, it also outlined his personality...well from what she had seen so far. The quiet apartment echoed with tick originating from the clock nailed to the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. She raised her hand and comb through her raven locks. After folding up the blanket, Elle headed into the kitchen were she poured herself a glass of orange juice, which probably wasn't the brightest of ideas considering barely a minute later was she feeling nauseous. Walking briskly back towards her bedroom, she made it to the bathroom just in time as the acidic fluids were making there way back up her esophagus.

..........................

As she sat there on the floor wiping a few tears that escaped her eyes, Elle knew she had to do something. Since she had never officially sojourned to the doctor, there was now legitimated way that she could known how far along she was. Alas home pregnancy test purchased from the local drug store aren't always reliable. But aiding to the fact that she's over a month late, and the constant regurgitating made it that much harder to deny what was. Instead of dwelling, Elle still had too attend the meeting. So while continuing to brush her teeth, she decided she would attend. Although snuggling back into her cozy bed did look promising.



After finishing a much needed warm shower, she quickly blow-dried it and gathered her partially damp tresses into a high messy bun. Elle moved into the bedroom to retrieve some attire, temperate friendly. In the end, she settled with a strapless black maxi dress and a pair of beige bamboo wedges. She glanced at the small clock set onto her nightstand, finding it at 8:25 A.M.

The Latina snatched the keys from nightstand and made her way towards the front door. Opening the front door created a wind of air followed by that unique hall smell. A mixture set in freshly vacuumed carpet and a comforting feeling of home. Although that brief moment of content was interrupted by the passing of Sebastian. His cold and endearing eyes passing over her body like she was a piece of meat. Elle simply ignored his antics and continued locking up her place, just then did she spot her beautiful niece Piper and her handsome boyfriend Severin. She had only met him a few times, but since he worked like an madman it was almost impossible for her to invite him to any dinners. However, from she's seen so far, he the perfect candidate for Piper. Too bad the same can't be said about that friend of his who completely gave her the creeps. Even though she back on the market, didn't mean she wanted to be looked at that way. But when continued on his way, she turned her attention back to the couple. "Hey, guys. Heading down?" She stated, following up on the path to the elevators. "I hope she's has good news, y'know. Something like going down on rent." Elle grinned, as the elevator dinged, still keeping her gaze away from Sebastian because who knows where his was. After the elevator doors opened, the brunette followed the wall around the corner into the elegant lobby. If she could she move her bed down to this area and stakeout there.

When she looked, there were a few occupants already there, including Matthew. Elle continued to glance around, a few more familiar faces like Eloise for example. Not seeing Sage relaxed her for the time-being and she wondered if he was even going to be in attendance regarding the meeting. Of course she could always let him know what happened if it was even anything to be notified of, or if Samuel attended then surely he could get the information to his best friend. She also wondered if Charity and Kohana's cutest, Hope, were going to show up soon. Because she had got lost in her train of thought, Sebastian had took the seat she planned on taking so she settle for another spot. The white sofa, already seating both Matthew and Eloise. One at one end, and the one at the other, so agreed to sit closer to the person she was more familiar with. Matthew. But not to close. No closer than the two had sat last night. As she sat down on the plush sofa, Elle offered him a curvature of her lips. "Hey. Sorry for passing out last night... I was just really exhausted. I didn't even hear you leave." She said, and right as she finished the sentence she instantly regretted putting it in that wording. The woman glanced over at Eloise, and back over to centerfold. Hoping that she didn't take what she said the wrong way and confuse the innocent night with a carnal affair.

Just then the man known as Alan Westbrook entered the lobby dressed in a black designer suit holding a handful of papers. He removed his sunglasses and passed them to the beautiful older woman standing next to him. After handing over the glasses to her, Alan glanced down at his watch and decided to give it a few more minutes to officially begin.




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Piper Torres


Piper was just about ready to give up on her boyfriend when she heard a faint call coming from inside,
"P-piper. Piper smiled, he sounded half asleep. No doubt he had been sleeping, he had got back late last night after all. Piper contented herself with waiting in the corridor. She could hear the noises of Sev getting ready inside, no doubt he wouldn't be long.

Movement down the corridor caught Piper's attention. Eloise swept by, her eyes resolutely averted from Piper. Piper felt her brows contract in a frown as she glanced after the girl. Piper and Eloise had never had much to do with each other but there was a tension between the two. Piper got the sense that Eloise didn't like her and Piper found herself disliking Eloise in return. At least neither girl felt the need to pretend to be friends, ignoring the other person worked well for them both.

A moment later she was gone and Piper was once again alone in the corridor, until the feeling that she was being watched made her peer down the back down the corridor. Her stomach did a flip, whether from dread or excitement she couldn't tell. Sebastian Gray stood watching her,
"Morning, Piper." His greeting was not filled with the expected sarcasm or biting comment, instead it was calm.
"Sebastian." Piper managed, failing to find anything else to say. She had once found Sebastian so easy to talk to, his presence had sent thrilling chills down her back. Now she didn't want to think.

Thankfully she didn't have long to wait with Sevastion before Severin emerged, confirming Piper's previous thought that Sev had been asleep. His hair wasn't combed and he wore his casual clothes, sweats and a t-shirt. A smile of greeting spread across his face as he opened the door,
"Good morning Piper... Are we heading down there right now?"

"Yeah, man. Let's go... don't wanna keep the misses waiting." Piper couldn't tell if Sebastian's words were sarcastic or not but she was happy to watch him disappear down the corridor.
"Morning Sev." Piper said, turning back to Severin. She smiled at Sev as she tried to push thoughts of Sebastian out of her mind. Leaning forward she gave Sev a teasing peck on the cheek, "Let's go down before Keilani starts the meeting without us." She added.

"Hey, guys. Heading down?... I hope she's has good news, y'know. Something like going down on rent." Giselle's voice drifted up the corridor and Piper turned to find her Aunt making her way to the elevator. Piper followed, knowing that Sev would most likely follow. She greeted her Aunt with a cheery "Morning!" before hoping into the elevator beside her.

The elevator dinged open and Piper stepped out after her aunt. The Lobby was already filling with tenants, the seats quickly being occupied. Piper spotted Sebastian sitting in an armchair, looking bored. Piper's hand found Sev's and she turned a brilliant smile his face, pushing her guilt and the memories of that night from her thoughts.
"Where do you want to sit?" she asked Severin.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Severin Macer Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo

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Amelia stared grimly at her reflection as she pulled her dark, wavy hair away from her face and smiled at herself grotesquely. If you asked her this was the worst possible way to start a day, having to wake up before nine, being forced to congregate with people when she didn't want to and wasting her only day off. She’d all but screamed and stomped in frustration when she got home at six that morning to find the summons on her door. She hadn't slept or eaten in hours and she felt so jittery that all she wanted to do was smoke a bowl on her balcony and eat a sandwich before taking a couple of Xanax and sleeping for twelve hours.

After toweling herself off from the quick shower she forced herself to take, Amelia quickly changed into a pair of faded jeans which hugged her long legs, a soft grey cotton t-shirt, a threadbare blue sweater which fell nearly to her knees and finished with a pair of grey boots she’d owned since she was a teenager. Mels was all about comfort and she didn't particularly care if anyone thought she looked sloppy or unprofessional. The young Latina was never one to listen to anyone’s opinion, especially not when it concerned her.

Making a quick stop at her refrigerator she grabbed a bottle of orange juice and rummaged through her messenger bag for her pill box. Deftly plucking out two blue tablets, she tossed them into her mouth and chugged the juice, letting the pill box slept back into the depths of her bag. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she muttered to herself “Breakfast of champions” Before throwing the now empty juice bottle in the trash and leaving her apartment.

Hopping into one of the elevators she took note of the dark circles beneath her dark brown eyes in the mirror.Good. She thought, maybe now she’d be able to skate by without too much fanfare. Hopefully she’d be able to find Giselle straight off and not have to do the whole awkward who-am-I-gonna-sit-by thing. This was solved handily when she found a solo brown chair, resembling a feline she stretched lazily and curled herself into the chair and regarded the others with a sleepy smile.

“Not too late I hope, Have I missed anything?”

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Severin Macer Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo

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Sage grumbled as his phone went off. His head was pounding him. Stumbling off the couch he checked his phone. It was from Sam. He hardly remembered what happened last night, but from his headache to his attire, to even his smell he assumed, he had been drinking once more. Groaning he'd reply.

Got a headache... I'm better...that's it...I dunno... I'll be at this mornings meeting though..

After sending the message, he'd sluggishly make his way to his medicine cabnit and take a few asprin. Brushing his teeth in the mirror, he saw his face, a bit rugged, he needed to shave that was deffinate. He couldn't let Giselle get to him. It would ruin his career...and his life. He better start looking around for someone to date. He needed to do that first. He'd jump in the shower, and at least try to wash off last night off of his skin. Stepping out he felt a bit better than he did before. He looked in the mirror once more, decided to put off shaving, and picked out some clothes. His casual comfy clothes to be exact.

After getting dressed. He made his way down to the morning meeting, his eyes scanning the room. Seeing Giselle, he'd take in a deep breath then look away as if he were looking at the other girls.

When he saw Amelia by herself in the chair. A quite comfortable chair as Sage remembered passing out on it once. He confidently and casually made his way past everyone and made some coffee. The scent of French Vanilla wafted through the air. When the coffee was done brewing, he smiled and nodded to everyone, smelled it, and walked over to Amelia. Tapping her shoulder he kneeled down and offered her the coffee. His eyes were a bit red, but anyone could assume that's from exhaustion. He was a busy man after all. "Looks like someone needs a better wakeup call." He'd say in a joking manner. Looking at everyone he'd sigh, did everyone want to come to this meeting?

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Severin Macer Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo

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Maybe he was half awake when Sebastien seemed to appear out of midair because the other did seem like he did walk through a wall to them. Either way it was business as usual other than the odd note attached to his door informing about a meeting in the lobby concerning only the 20th and 23rd floor, which is in a way weird. He never really had any problems regarding about the rent of the landlady for...months after moving here.

Severin really can't help but feel that dense atmosphere hovering over the two so he waved it off, one reason was Sebastian just woke up the wrong side of the bed this morning and second it was missing sarcasm, still not entirely awake seemed more plausible. Despite the many warning signs saying he missed more than just a few dates 'Don't want to keep the misses waiting' he rolled his eyes a little, the smile on his face held a bit of mirth. "Oh it can't be that bad."

As the words left his mouth another apartment door open and by the time he looked over for the source, Giselle had already locked her apartment door and narrowly missed his friend's stare. Not that he would blame him much about looking at another woman even he knows Piper is just as equally attractive even younger than her aunt.

With both Sebastian and Giselle disappearing from view, Piper seem to know exactly how to gain his attention back in such a short and quick response from him. He'd blush a little at the contact of her lips on his cheek. Normally he won't act like this a whole lot but she did indeed caught him off guard, not that he did not like it at all. He gave her a nod the blush fading a little after her little morning surprise. 'Hey guys. Heading down?... I hope she's has good news, y-know. Something like going down on rent.' The young man answered following the march to the elevator, "I hope so...might give most of us a break if she did." and stood next to the brunette with a less intimidating aura since he wasn't wearing his suits or displaying his hard exterior as a difficult person to appease as well.

The elevator's doors slid open, allowing the occupants to exit into the lobby. The man felt a hand took his so his own automatically intertwined with the preppy brunette. His gaze swept over to the various tenants most he hadn't personally known or met, even if he had seen them before it's just a few passes down the hallway. "We could sit there." he said pointing to a comfortable looking couch. He really didn't have much of a preference but just somewhere he could listen to the woman speaking. Where is she? However, that strange note stuck to his apartment door if that doesn't say bad news then it must be exclusive news for just the people in floor 20th and 23rd floor. Maybe a cut to the rent like Giselle says. That was when the other tenants started to flood in the lobby including his boss Blackwood, sheesh...seems like everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning...