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Sage Blackwood

"When you try to be original, expect to be copied."

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a character in “Kohana Creek”, as played by Nami L'Chi

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Basic Info

Name:Sage Ryan Andrew Blackwood
Nickname:Pudi, Drew
Age:25
Likes:
∞ Music
∞ Drawing
∞ Poetry
∞ Alcohol
∞ Skating
∞ Reading
∞ Singing
∞ Guitar
∞ Mythology
∞ Foxes

Dislikes:
† Religion
† Politics
† Penguins
† Posers
† Drugs
† New Age Art
† Rap Music
† Beggars
†Drama




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Appearance
His hair is short, Sometimes it appears black, but when its wet it gets curly.

Eyes:
They are a gorgeous blue, that appears a light green at times.

Body/Build:
He's not too muscular, but he's fit.
His muscles are well toned even though he doesn't work out.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
One tattoo is on his lower stomach, barly visible from his pants line.




Secret

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He is still in love with Giselle, he keeps an engagement ring in his sock drawer because the night she left him, he was gonna propose to her. He's a BDSM addict.




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Personality

Sage keeps an area of mystery around him, which people mistake him for a loner. He's actually qute charming and classy. Sometimes he's known to crack a few jokes now and then. He's always looking out for the good of his family, and won't let any of them get hurt. When angered, he gets sarcastic and lashes out against anyone near by. Sometimes he's known to go into a small depression where he'll go and drink wine, and read, just wanting to be alone. He is a very patient man, though he can get angry whenever something gets under his skin.

"I'm a quiet man... though... I guess people call me a loner. Everyone who knows me knows I'm nothing of a loner. Though... -laughs- I've been called charming and classy. Crack a few jokes now and then, and life is good for me. I guess I might take life a bit too seriously, just at times. My work gets to me ya know! So things are easily able to get under my skin and well irritate the hell out of me. Just some nights, I want to be alone and by myself, drink a glass of wine, or scotch, maybe read a book, work on some things. Don't get me wrong or anything, I'm a very patient man, and very understanding. Though I mean, can ya blame me for liking BDSM? It's just so... well... sexy... I mean, the girl begging you to do things to her... and you commanding things to be done to you... mmph! So yeah, I'm a dominate guy... and... I guess sometimes... just sometimes... I can be submissive.. though that's just to my woman!... If I had one still.
I'll always look out for my family.. they are my life... and sometimes the bane of my existance. -laughs- Family is always family to me... I hope to be like my father yaknow? He was a good man... raised me right... even though I'm a businessman... I don't let the money and power get to my head. Sarcasm is greatly frowned upon when I use it though... I guess I can be a bit harsh with it. "



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History
[i] "First of all, Kohanna Creek seemed like a nice place to settle down. After a few years being in a crowded disgusting city, opening my business, and letting it kick off. I came to Kohanna Creek on a business meeting, and it went out great I loved the place and the people. I met a girl here... and well... I stayed ever since. I do all my work via video conference, and leave town when I must. I've debated on even opening up the practice out here... I'm not too sure of that at the moment. Unfortunatly Giselle left me...because of a few things.. and so I'm still out here...who knows why... but its beautiful out here... and all I ever want to do is settle down.
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So begins...

Sage Blackwood's Story

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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: 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.

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Sage was walking up the steps when he saw a notice on his door. Scanning over it he growled and balled it up. "Hell.. I can't make it.. I got work." He snorted and unlocked his door walking in the room he saw the mess of things everywhere. Sighing he started cleaning the kitchen. Minutes later it was all done and he was standing there wiping his hands. He thought about seeing Giselle... hopefully they could at least be good friends... right?

Closing his apartment door, he'd walk down to Giselle's door. Seeing it wide open he looked around and smiled, she was only at the matinence man's door. "Hey." He said hesitantly his eyes resting on hers. He would cross his arms casually as if it didn't tear him apart that she was right there, and not in his arms.

"How are ya?" He asked his eyes full of love and worry. He cared about her so much... couldn't she see that? He hoped she could... because he still loved her, and probably always would. Suddenly his phone rang. Swearing silently under his breath he looked down at it. Looking back at her, he'd give her a crooked, half smile and politely excused himself for just a quick moment.

"Hey.. I'm kinda busy... what's goin on?" His tone sounded a bit frustrated, like how dare they disturb him at the moment. The voice at the other end quickly replied, "There's been a break in... Sage.. they took the files... the files ." Sage's eyes widened. "No... not those files... look.. I'm out of town... I can't do anything... you know who to hire... make sure they don't get the clients!" He hung up the phone and coughed.

"Sorry bout that... office... problems." Shaking his head he sighed.

"Gissey... I love you."



((WILL POST MORE AFTER DINNER!)

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Giselle had been waiting patiently until she heard the door from a nearby apartment open. It was Sage, so she quickly turned her head back to Mathew's door and knocked three more times. Hoping that he would at least wasn't sleeping. Again the rather petite woman folded her arms and took a step back just as Sage approached her. Only a few weeks since they had split, and just recently was she able to rest without crying herself to sleep.

"Hey..." She could barely look him in the eyes. And when she did they would only stay there for a few seconds before returning to the ground. "I'm okay." Giselle offered him a small smile until the incessant ringing of his phone started. A sigh emerged from her lips. Work was another vague reason why the relationship didn't last. Sage was a hard working and she loves that about him but she's a woman... a woman who needs attention. More so than she thinks he is ready to give. She misses him more than anything, but continuing down the path they were wasn't good for either of them. Somethings were better left unsaid undone.

He excused himself and tended to his call. Not that she could help it but her ears caught most of what he was saying.

"No... not those files... look.. I'm out of town... I can't do anything... you know who to hire.."

Elle also caught on to the look of surprise he displayed.The brunette tilted her head to side while scrunching her face up in caricature. Soon the familiar theme song to the Lion King caught her attention. Looking back to her opened apartment door where Hope was sure to be entertained for the time being. Mathew appeared not to be home which was strange because he usually always is -- well whenever she has any problems. And instead of asking any questions about the erroneous phone call dejectedly didn't happen. But that caring, nurturing side of her wanted to -- not just because it was her nature however her conflicting feelings towards him.

"Gissey... I love you."

And just when she thought talking to him couldn't get any harder. He had to say the one thing that made her question everything. Not to mention the reference he made to the pet name he would called her. Albeit embarrassing if anyone else heard it but cute nonetheless.

"Sage...don't call me that." She said, stressing his name then settling her soft eyes on his virtually pellucid ones. "And I love you too but that doesn't fix anything." Her voice almost to a whisper. "I should probably get back to Hope... I'd ask you too fix the air conditioning but you know, you're not exactly the handy type"

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Night was just descending over Honolulu, replacing the warm sun rays that cascaded over the city's beautiful beaches and streets with the artificial but no less beautiful lights of the city. Buildings were practically glowing, casting a radiant light over the streets, lighting the way for those Friday night revelers ready to celebrate the ending of the week and the beginning of the ever coveted weekend. September may not have been high tourist time for Honolulu, but the natives more than made up for it, young adults already swarming the streets, ready to have fun, drink, and party the night away. Well, most of them were. Some young adults were kept too busy by jobs and other responsibilities, keeping them from joining the beginning of the weekend escapades. Or, as was in the case of Matthew Granger, some simply didn't want to socialize.

Room number 1100 of Kohana Creek was the perfect hide away for a self-enforced introvert like Matthew. It was filled with slightly worn but comfortable furniture, the walls painted earthy, calming tones, and the entire atmosphere of the apartment really just gave off a warm, homey feeling that soothed and relaxed. Not that many people would know that, or, really, anyone but Matthew and perhaps four or five others. Room 1100 was a bit of a mystery to the masses, even to the other residents of the twenty-third floor of Kohana Creek. Matthew had a tendency to keep to himself and inviting his neighbors over was really one of the last things that he wanted to do. Still, the idea of having people over or, really, just doing anything with another human being could be almost tempting at times. Anything was better than being left to his own devices with nothing to do because then he would start to think, unwelcome cravings peeking up from the darkest part of his mind and that could be a dangerous thing indeed.

Matthew was currently curled up on his soft, plush beige couch, head resting comfortably against an arm rest as he flicked through television channels at an almost inhuman speed. Click. "A dollar makes me holler, honey boo boo-" Click. "It was another bad day for Wall Street-" Click. "Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do-" Click. Nothing, he decided as he turned the television set off with a decisive click of his remote, was worth watching right now. There were so many other things he could be doing. Well, not really. He'd finished his coursework for the weekend already, Ms. Fergosa had yet to inform him of anything that needed repair or just routine maintenance, Simon was out of town with his daughter on a last summer excursion before she had to focus on her school and he had to focus on teaching, not even a stray animal pattering around his apartment today since he'd found a home for that puppy... He sighed, worrying his bottom lip beneath his teeth. Sometimes he regretted his self-imposed exile, but it was really better that way. He just had to find something to keep himself occupied until it was a late enough hour that he didn't feel ridiculous going to bed.

He could always reread one of the many books shelved carefully away on the bookshelf in his bedroom or make dinner for himself, but both of these actions would require standing up and he was quite comfortable where he was. If worse came to worse, it would just be another Friday night turning in early. He began to doze off, lulled into a half-sleep by the comfiness of his sofa and the barely perceptible city noise leaking in from his windows.

It was in that state of drowsiness that he imagined that he'd heard a series of knocks on his door. But that couldn't be it, his mind assured him. Who would be knocking on his door, after all, especially at night? He wasn't expecting visitors. Then there was another set of knocks, shattering the notion that he had imagined the first sound, and he finally sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. He hadn't imagined that, right? Well, he could at least go check.

With great reluctance, Matthew pulled himself to his feet, tugging down the hem of his plaid button-up shirt to make some semblance of order in his own appearance- it was ironic, Simon often said, how he was rarely very orderly but his own apartment was impeccable. With that done and a futile attempt to flatten his usual mess of hair, he quickly made his way to the door, letting it swing open. And then suddenly wished that he hadn't.

There was Ms. Torres, probably the one who had been trying to get his attention given her frankly awful luck with things going on the fritz in her apartment, and Mr. Blackwood. He'd apparently stumbled upon an awkward moment if the thick tension in the air meant anything. Oh, he'd heard that they'd broken up, but that still didn't mean he wanted to be witness to whatever sort of drama was playing out in the hallway, the awkwardness of overhearing the whispered words of love almost too much for him to bear.

"Sorry," He blurted out, set to recoil back into his sanctuary, quite aware that he had inadvertently helped to break whatever moment they were having. "I didn't mean to... um, yeah."

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Hope stared at the screen intently. Now was the part of the movie where the baby lion was held up to all the other animals by a monkey. Hope never really understood what that part meant really, but she supposed it must have had something to do with the cub being pretty. It was a cute cub, after all. Hope would certainly bow down to that, and perhaps keep one in her own apartment.. Maybe.

Hope's stomach suddenly started grumbling. She snapped out of the trance the TV had on her to look down at it. She hadn't noticed it before, but she was kind of hungry. Wasn't the delivery man supposed to be here by now? And what about Giselle? What was taking her so long that she had to miss the best parts of the movie? Hope decided she should go check up on the woman, and see if she was coming back yet. Hope stood up and quickly toddled off to the front door. First she looked over to the left, towards her apartment. Then as she turned towards the right, she spotted Giselle in an instant. From the girls perspective, she was chatting with two guys out in the hall. One was the man with nice eyes, and the other who.. fixed things. Oh, Right.. She needed the air conditioning problem taken care of. Hope stood watching the people for a moment, almost hiding in the door way. She was trying to decide if she should join in or not... Well, Hope was missing her movie. But then again, she can always press rewind.

Hope stepped out of the apartment building and ran over to the small group of people. "Hey Ms. Torres, you're missing the movie!" Hope complained with her eyebrows arching. "Don't you wanna see where the baby lions go to the Elephant's grave yard, and meet the laughing..."Hope paused, temporarily forgetting the word hyenas."...The laughing dogs?"

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Piper Torres


Piper loved how close she and her aunt Giselle lived. Giselle had always been Piper's role-model. Piper, being six years younger had always looked up to her aunt. And now she was even more thankful for having such a cool family member. After all, if it hadn't been for Giselle, Piper would probably be sulking at home with her parents' strict rules hanging over her head. She also was thankful for Giselle not telling her parents that she had moved into her own apartment. True, it was only down the hallway but even that would be too much for her parents.

Piper was brought out of her thoughts by the sight of people up ahead. It was awkward, to say the least. Piper, walking down the corridor, had walked into what appeared to be a confession. Giselle stood facing Sage Blackwood, Giselle's ex-boyfriend. Their relationship was over, Piper had never heard the specifics of why, but it appeared that Sage still harbored feelings for her Aunt.

"Gissy... I love you" The words were clearly only meant for Giselle but Piper was within hearing distance and caught them all the same. It also appeared that the maintenance guy, who lived in the apartment Giselle was knocking at, heard too. He opened the door, blurted out a "Sorry." and looked ready to dash back into his apartment.

Piper knew her aunt was strong and fully capable of looking after herself but Giselle was also family. Piper couldn't help but worry about her. Piper didn't catch the words her Aunt spoke back to Sage. She was ready to either slip into Giselle's apartment and wait for her or jump to her aunt's aid when Hope, the little girl that lived on their floor, walked out of Giselle's apartment. The young girl's appearance and obliviousness to the tension between the older people could only help dissolve the awkwardness of the situation just as... (Piper searched her brain for the name of the maintenance guy. Micheal? Mitch? Mathew...? Mathew sounded about right)... just as Mathew's appearance would help too.

Piper stepped forward, attempting to catch her Aunt's attention.
"Elle, are you alright?" Piper asked, using her aunt's nickname. Giselle could take care of herself but if she wanted moral support than Piper would be there to help. Piper glanced down at Hope who was busy trying to convince Giselle to come watch a movie. Elephant graveyards and laughing dogs...? What kind of movies was this kid watching?

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Sage stiffened, a knot in his throat forming. He couldn't change what happened... and neither could she. Seeing people gather he'd clear his throat and give a small wave to Hope. She sure was a cute kid. He had hoped to have kids one day. He'd look back up at Giselle and give a smile, of course it was all to fake. "I understand Gissey..." He'd stop and smirk, "I'll always call you that... even if... " He'd stop realizing that the people were still there."Too bad... I would've fixed it for you... but... I must go... I'm sorry..." Sighing he turned to go back to his apartment, grabbing his keys to his Camaro, he walked back out.

You're an idiot Sage... why did you say that?! He mentally cursed himself as he walked down the halls. He avoided everyones gaze, and made sure not to catch their eye. He needed a drink, and he knew where to get one. Speeding away he let a few tears fall. He was in the privacy of his Camaro anyway. As he arrived to his destination he wiped the tears off his cheeks, and checked himself in the mirror making sure that it didn't look as if he were crying. After being satisfied, he got out of the car and walked up to the entrance of the club

He showed his ID to the bouncer, not that he needed to anyway, he was a regular since him and Giselle broke up. Walking in the strip club he sighed and went straight to the bar, this time ignoring the women. He needed to get drunk first... before he would gaze upon any strippers... after taking a few shots he pulled out his phone. Of course it was no fun drinking alone.

Sammy! I'm at the club...come join meh!-Sage

He sent the text to his best friend and sat there drinking shots, waiting for a reply.

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Having a personal conversation with was momentarily interrupted by the opening of Matthew's door. Elle could kiss him right now for interrupting because she really didn't want to have this conversation right now. And truth be told, she hasn't been sure if she even wanted one. When Mathew spoke up, apologizing briefly her attention went up to him once more. But before she could get a word out a little voice sprung out from below. It was Hope, commenting on how Elle had been missing the movie.

"Don't you wanna see where the baby lions go to the Elephant's grave yard, and meet the laughing..."Pause. "...The laughing dogs?"

Glancing down at the young girl brought a smile to her lips. Surely little Hope meant Hyenas as dogs in the jungle just didn't strayed their and if they did they wouldn't live long. "Don't worry, we can rewind when I get back okay?" She told her in the hopes pacifying her. Hope soon nodded just as she heard another voice. It appeared that so many distractions had intercepted Sage to the point where he felt he needed to leave. The look on his face was enough to suggest that he remembered what she was speaking about. This was supposed to be easy but a part of her didn't want to see him go. Giselle frowned at his words but for all the wrong reasons. "Right...I'll see you around." A inquisitive speculation crossed her mind as she wanted to know where he was going. Instead of asking, she simply nodded and tired not to let his pseudo smile get to her. He must have thought she was stupid if that drawn in smile would fool her.

Her niece Piper had appeared to join the cast but her gaze remained on Sage as he started down the hall. Finally after realizing where she had been she looked at Piper. "Yeah, I was just coming to see if Mr. Granger wouldn't mind having a look at the air conditioning."

Piper had briefly bobbed her head in understanding.

"Do you mind taking Hope back inside?" Giselle only waited until both girls had retreated back inside her apartment before continuing her conversation with Matthew.

"I know I'm supposed to put in a work order with Keilani first but I figured you wouldn't mind. It's just so hot." The brunette began to fan herself to put an emphasis on her point. It was working last night but... I don't really know what happened. And I am sorry about that... bringing my drama to your front door." Giselle released a much needed deep harboring breath. "Any way. I'll leave the front door open so come over when you get ready." She flashed a smile, trying to finalize things before pivoted on her heels and returning to her own apartment.

Coming inside revealed the opening credits of The Lion King which meant Hope had indeed re-winded it back. Giselle took a seat on the sofa, feeling a bit light-headed. "I ordered take-out. And did you see the note... Keilani has never left a note like that since I've been here. I wonder changes she's talking about." Hoping somewhere that Matthew Granger hadn't gone to complain about badgering tenants coming straight to him, especially her. That was the only thing she could think of. She again grabbed her cell to text Ava, wondering where she had been all day. Probably another photo shoot.

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"So? Do you have everything set up, or what?" a rather intimidating looking man hovers over Samuel, a scar just beside his left eye making him look like the very image of a gang member. Of course, he isn't a gang member- not even close. This beefy man stands over Samuel's desk, his hands flat against the wood as he leans down, hovering over Samuel a bit. This beefy man happens to be, for all intents and purposes, his boss. He is the only founding partner that remained with the firm through difficult times, and was rewarded with fantastic success as his firm made it out of the hardships to be the most influential one in Honolulu. Certainly the most respectable, as far as outsiders were concerned. But they aren't speaking about respectable business right now, that much is definite. They speak of the darker underbelly of the practice, the one that pulled them out from the rough spot. And he is speaking to the man who played a significant role in helping with that. He isn't a partner because, should everything somehow come to light, they don't want a partner to be the one with all that dirt and slime on their hands. In return, he is paid nearly as well for his troubles.

Despite the gravity of the situation, or what one can assume about the gravity based upon the larger man's expression and tone of urgency, Samuel leans back in his chair lazily-- apparently not quite as concerned as the other man is. Then again, one must understand that Samuel's boss is prone to worrying, especially as the practice he had first begun was one of upright morals. Samuel is the one who came in and saved the day by using means more stereotypical of anything that has to do with lawyers. He's also the more charismatic of the two, and even when he is genuinely nervous is capable of acting as though he's just about to go have a relaxing day on the beach. This nonchalance of his tends to infuriate his coworker to no end, unfortunately, but he can't get rid of the man based on that. He's the best they have, after all, and already knows far too much to be let go without some concern for information being leaked. Though he may seem sweet and charming for the most part, the man knows very well that Samuel isn't above such means as blackmail and threats in order to achieve his goals. It's something one picks up when they are the self-declared guardian of their family at a young age, and have had to work for every single thing that they get. The nobler path is for those who have the fortune to have been born above the mud.

"Don't worry, Daniel. I've got it covered, okay? I'm going to meet with them tonight," he takes a drink of a mug, the contents of which appear to be tea, and places it down on a well-placed coaster. "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about the Tupperman case right now?" He stands while saying this, revealing his beautifully tailored suit. Samuel has a fondness for nice clothing, a weakness even, and this is clear from his day to day dressing. Even outside of work, he dresses nicely. While business is going on, he is at his best, with his cool, beautiful shirts and suit jacket that fits him like a glove made just for his hand. People may insult him all they like, but no one can deny that Samuel has style about him. He walks around his desk, so that Daniel stands up straight. While Daniel stands a good five inches above Samuel, something about the difference of their personalities makes Samuel seem bigger right now.

This probably stems from the way in which he stops and places a hand on Daniel's shoulder, like a parent comforting a child, though the image is slightly different as he is right next to Daniel, and facing in the opposite direction. "The judge is Halloway, right? You know how he can be. Better prepare the gifts," the words come off as casual -friendly, even- advice. Still, there is a slightly lopsided smile on Samuel's face, the one he wears when he is hatching plans. It's a rather typical expression for him, a man who always seems to know exactly what he is doing.

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Of course, that cool suit and smug smile seems to stand out just a bit at a Denny's at night. But Samuel has a constant craving for breakfast foods, as anyone who knows him is aware of, and an equally constant disdain for cooking. In fact, Eloise probably sees the inside of his refrigerator more than he does, when she comes over to visit his younger brother. Samuel only keeps the appliance stocked for their sake. Before his brother had moved in, the single man had kept a refrigerator of chocolate pudding, beer, and jelly. His pantry once contained nothing beyond peanut butter, chips, and a loaf of bread. After all, what need is there to keep a loaded fridge if you prefer to eat out anyway? His diet certainly doesn't match his manner of acting and dressing, but it is a rather distinct part of who the savvy man is. And that diet is composed of ninety-five percent take out.

Plenty of woman have offered to be the one to go home with him and cook for him, but, despite how he might seem, Samuel actually isn't really the one night stand sort, but neither is he the type to date frequently. His relationships are few and far between, a stark contrast to several of the other men on his floor. His best friend has been mad for the same women for a few years now, and still is, and then there is the guy a few rooms down with a steady stream of different women exiting the apartment early in the morning. Early riser that he is, Samuel often makes small talk with these women. He wouldn't be surprised if he knows more about each one of them than Sebastian does.

A fellow in dress pants, a white collared shirt, and a vest walks in and sits at the table across from Samuel, who nods in acknowledgement, giving him a calm smile. The waitress comes by and sets a stack of pancakes, drizzled in hot syrup, in front of him before glancing at the man. "Can I get you anything, hon?" she asks with a clear Southern drawl. The young man, no more than twenty years of age, shakes his head no. His expression is as serious as Daniel's had been, though Samuel supposes that it is for lack of experience. There are two types of inexperienced youth: The reckless and the overserious. This one is clearly the latter, and Samuel is steadily growing tired of the urgency with which everyone seems to be acting today.

"Well, hello there. Are you sure you don't want some pancakes? No? Well, I suppose Leo sent you? Yes, of course," Samuel speaks as though he is addressing an old friend or acquaintance, slowly cutting his pancakes and taking a bite, three separate pieces speared through his fork. The youth looks impatient, tapping his foot against the floor. Samuel has to avoid rolling his eyes before smiling at him.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he offers after swallowing the bite, pulling out a manila folder that contains the forged documents he is seeking. The young man immediately pulls out a crisp white envelope, cash because Daniel doesn't trust their bank account, and slides it across the table. Samuel is about to do the same when is phone vibrates.

"Ah, pardon me," he asks the youth, who now looks rather skeptical. Samuel's eyes drop to the text, scanning the message from Sage. He smiles at it before quickly sending out a response.

I'll wrap up some business and be there in twenty - Sam

His eyes then return to the youth before taking the envelope and sliding the folder across. He pockets the cash and takes a long drink of tea before standing up. "Finish the pancakes, if you like. They're really quite good," he praises the second-rate breakfast food and waves towards the waitress, handing her some money and telling her to keep the change. With that, he walks out of the Denny's, far too confident looking for a person who had gone into a Denny's alone at eight thirty in the night.

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Samuel flashes the bouncer his ID and walks in, immediately spotting Sage as the only man whose eyes aren't on the dancers. He makes a beeline towards his friend at the bar, though his walk is confident and smells of money. He is very good at that- making himself seem as though he came from money. This isn't the case, of course, but people like a guy who smells like profit. Or, at least like to be close to a guy who does.

"You rang?" he says, sliding into a seat beside Sage before frowning. "You started drinking without me?" Samuel doesn't mention the fact that his friends eyes are red. He doesn't mention the fact that he looks like he's been crying, or that the kind of drinking he is doing doesn't seem entirely for recreation. Instead, he smiles that lopsided smile.

"Well, that's fine. You look like someone who needs to get roaring drunk."

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Sage gave a drunk chuckle and sighed. "I figured I should start the party... you'd end up here sooner or later." He took another shot and gave a wicked smile. "Roarin drunk, and just plain old drunk." He sighed and took another one. Seemed the bartender knew all too well Sage's drinking routine.

"So Sam... some files from my work has gone missing..." A look came across his face, "It's all the high class clients my company holds..." Taking another drink he waved his hand off. "No worries... let us get drunk and watch the beautiful women eh?" A laugh came from deep within his chest. His eyes would scan the room for the prettiest woman there.

His eyes landing on one he gave a wide smile. Elbowing Sam he grinned stupidly, "Hey... check her out..." He pointed out the blonde and stood up ready to make his way that way.

Picking up the bottle of whiskey he'd continue making his way over to her, his eyes continuing over the strippers, until he sat in front of that one particular stripper. Getting the singles ready he'd give a wide ass smile, not even realizing he left his phone on the bar.

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It seemed like the little drama in the hallway had become something of a spectacle as other people stepped out to investigate. Which, of course, made Matthew want to retreat back into his apartment even more. It was strange how all of the people on the twenty-third floor seemed to be connected in a way, or at least the people in this little scene. All tangled together in a mess of relationships and familial ties until it resembled something like a sitcom or, as it was right now, a network drama. Well, except for him, he was more of the unwilling audience or the secondary character that had brief cameos. The analogy was getting too bizarre and he shook his head, tuning back into the situation at hand.

Piper was asking how Ms. Torres was, concern laced in her tone. Then there was little Hope, evidently being babysat by Ms. Torres, was saying something about lions and laughing dogs. It probably made sense in context, the little girl didn't seem prone to babbling from what he'd seen and heard of her. He couldn't do much else, half hidden behind his door, but watch as Sage beat a hasty retreat, smile almost achingly fake. He felt bad for him as the other man retreated into his apartment only to return and have to pass by everyone on his way out, but instantly cleared the feeling from his mind. Honestly, someone like Matthew feeling bad for an apparently successful businessman like Sage. The idea was almost laughable in a depressing sort of way.

They were left, awkwardly stranded in the hallway in the wake of the little scene, and Matthew wasn't quite sure who was the most uncomfortable- Giselle after having her private matters broadcasted, Piper for stumbling upon the scene, or himself. Yes, it was probably himself, but only because he tended to exist in a state of pure discomfort, weird encounters or not. It was only then that he found out why exactly he'd been drawn out of his apartment. Ms. Torres' air conditioner was on the fritz. Again. He really shouldn't be surprised. There was, after all, a reason that he'd dealt with Ms. Torres the most out of all of his neighbors. Her apartment was practically cursed by a malevolent techno gremlin or something.

He waited politely- what else was he supposed to do?- as Ms. Torres ushered Piper into her apartment with Hope before finally turning to him. She was right, of course, that technically she should be going to Keilani before he was sent over, preferably when no one was home so that he didn't have to deal with people, to fix whatever problem had sprung up. Still, Keilani wasn't much of a stickler for rules and Matthew, despite his oddities, was a decent enough guy. He wasn't going to insist on protocol for something like this, especially for someone like Ms. Torres.

"It's fine," He mumbled, shrugging off the apology with all the grace of someone who usually was the one apologizing and wasn't used to being on the receiving end. "I'll, uh, be over in a minute." With that, he retreated back into his apartment, but instead of collapsing back onto his sofa like he'd planned to do when he'd first heard the knock, Matthew found his way over to the toolbox perched on the coffee table, flicking open the latch for a moment to do a brief inventory. If memory served, he had everything that he'd need for the air conditioner.

It was funny, he decided, as he shut the box with a soft click, that four years ago he wouldn't have known how to do any of this. But the day he made his deal with Keilani, he'd sealed his fate as a handy-man, shadowing the then maintenance man, learning all the tricks of the trade before the older man retired and Matthew took over. There was some trial and error at first, but now it was just old hand. Maybe, he thought sardonically as he exited his apartment, slipping the key into his jeans pocket, if the veterinarian thing didn't work out he could just be a full-time handy-man with a PH.D. Dr. Matthew Granger, handy-man. Had a nice ring to it.

As he was closing the door, he noticed something off. There was a note attached on his and almost every other door in the hallway. He paused, taking the note gently down and looking it over. A meeting? The letter seemed a bit off, not exactly Keilani's style, but he tucked it away anyways. What did he have to lose? It wasn't like he wasn't going to be here tomorrow morning. Anyways, curiosity was already rising in him about what exactly the meeting could be about.

He hesitated outside Ms. Torres' door. Oh course she'd invited him in, but knowing that he'd actually have to face people when inside was a little troubling. Still, he had a job to do, and so, squaring his soldiers or at least attempting to as much as his poor posture allowed, he entered.

"Did the guy fix the temperatures machine yet? " It was Hope, seated on the floor in front of the television. Suddenly the comment about elephant grave yards made sense- The Lion King. A smile almost escaped his lips before he caught it. Disney movies. They never got old.

"I'll be done in a, ah, minute," He offered up in lieu of greeting, breezing by the two women and one girl on the familiar path to the air conditioner. He set the tool box down and rolled up his sleeves exposing surprisingly muscled arms before getting to work, a look of pure concentration covering his face. At least while fiddling with the AC unit he could pretend this was normal and that he wasn't intruding on the little gathering. The problem was relatively simple as he knelt down, hand grasping for a screwdriver before continuing on with his job.

As engrossed in his job as he was, Matthew didn't have the time to keep up his shield of awkwardness and insecurity, instead looking a little more normal as he fiddled around, face relaxed and in the zone. True to his word, the air conditioning started up again, whirring to life after a few minutes, the blessedly cool air wafting through the stuffy apartment, the effect almost instantaneous. Matthew allowed himself a small smile in a sort of mental congratulations as he packed his tools away. At least there was something he could do right. Then the tension seemed to return to his shoulders, social awkwardness once more setting in.

"It's should be, uh, fine now," He offered Ms. Torres as he finally picked his tools up.

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Samuel looks his friend up and down warily as Sage slurs about starting the party earlier, and his eyebrows raise with amusement at his friend's drunkenness. Sure, he's partially concerned, but drunk Sage is far too funny for one to not allow themselves at least a bit of a smile when he's speaking to them. At least he's not too bad, like one of those people that essentially turn into a really happy four year old when they're wasted. "Well, I can see that, buddy. Planning on draining the place of every drop of liquor it has? Wouldn't advise it," he says smoothly, ordering a drink from the bartender before turning back towards his drunken friend. Noticing that the bartender immediately seems to know how to treat Sage without asking what he would like, how much he would like, or how frequently he would like it, Samuel's grin widens. He has that smile that makes his eyes crinkle a little bit at the edges and lines become prominent on the corner of his mouth.

"You've been coming here without me, haven't you? That's no fun- drinking alone, I mean," he scolds Sage jokingly as the bartender slides a drink down the counter towards him, the shot stopping in his cupped hand. Samuel makes a little gesture of thanks towards the bartender, tilting his index and middle finger towards him in a tiny salute, before focusing back on his friend and his blurred speaking. The news of stolen documents alarms Samuel, who very well knows the value of a simple document, but Sage's nonchalance in mentioning it worries him more. His friend is usually quite serious, especially when it comes to business, and even when drunk. Clearly he has been drinking even more than usual on this particular night, and only one thing can have sparked that in the lad. Well, perhaps saying one person would be more accurate, as Samuel immediately thinks of Giselle when it comes to Sage being miserable. After they broke up, the guy has been an off and on mess of sorts- it really hit him hard. This hardly gives Samuel a good impression of relationships.

"Well, maybe you should-" before Samuel is actually permitted to finish his suggestion, Sage is stumbling off after some pretty blond girl dancing at the other side of the bar. The man shakes his head in halfhearted exasperation, noticing his friend's phone on the counter beside him. "I could definitely mess with his files right now, were I a lesser man," Sam muses with a crooked grin before downing his shot. He turns around, phone still loosely gripped in his hand, and searches the crowd for Sage, who is standing before the blond with the stupidest expression on his face.

Samuel rolls his eyes at the very sight of it, unable to ignore the fact that he is currently reminded once more of a toddler staring up at some pretty thing on a shelf. Maybe Sage is the uber-happy four year old sort of drunk, when he gets truly pissed. In fact, when he thinks about it, Sam can pull up a few memories which support this concept. He shakes his head again, but this time with a smile of fondness for his closest friend. He tucks the phone into his own suit pocket and stands up, downing another shot before walking over towards the man. If he is going to look like an idiot, he might as well have Samuel at his side while he does so.

"Sage, think that maybe you're trying to deal with something?" Samuel says, standing beside his friend's chair. He doesn't particularly want to bring anything personal up, of course, and yet still remains with the decision that he needs to keep his friend from being too much of a complete idiot tonight. He scratches the back of his neck and looks up at the dancing girl, though his eyes aren't quite as glued as those of many of the men in the bar. To be completely honest, he isn't personally the stripper sort. However, that won't stop him from tagging along if invited.

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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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Sage sighed and threw some money at the girl, before he heard Sam's voice. "Trying to deal with something..." He thought back on it for a moment. "It's just Giselle... I..." He stopped taking another drink. He had told her he loved her and she just blew him off, of course that was how he perceived it. He'd watch the dancer his eyes glazed over, him not really paying any attention to her, but somehow he was focused on her.

"I love her Sam... and it's not like she even cares anymore..." He scoffed. "It makes it harder for her." Another drink. Whatever was Sage going to do. He had planned to start a family with the woman, and she doesn't even want to anymore, of course this was all Sage perceived. Whether that was the truth or not, he didn't know. Standing up, he threw a $20 at her. "I don't know what to do... Sam..." He sighed and took another drink. "I do have to go... you know work and all..." He'd stagger to the door and laugh a bit, almost hysterically. "I don't think I can drive...can you...?" He'd try to fish for his keys out of his pocket, but instead he brought out a necklace. The Gems glittered in the club's light, the blue reflecting on his face. It looked very valuable, but then again Sage did have money.

Just seeing that necklace didn't help Sage's mental state. He almost lost his balance, placing his hand on the bar he tried balancing himself. Dropping the bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry Sam...you've been a great friend to me." He'd look up at the other man, and half-ass bro hug. "I don't want to loose anyone else..." He'd whisper huskily, his voice shaking slightly. Pulling himself off of Sam, he'd start walking to the exit, accidently bumping into Sebastian.

Gruffly Sage gave him a once over then shook his head. "Sorry kid." He said before stumbling out the door, landing on his face, giving him a few small scrapes on his cheek. Tonight defiantly wasn't Sage's night. Brushing himself off he'd sit on the side of the curb, letting a few tears fall. What was happening to him?! He felt like such a monster with the things he had done to Giselle.

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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.

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

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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When the name Giselle comes off of Sage's lips, Samuel can't even feign surprise, because this is beyond predictable of his friend, who still hasn't gotten over the woman. In fact, every moment of misery that Sage seems to have, every lapse of sense, seems to trace back to their breakup, something that Samuel can't pretend he doesn't resent a little bit. Who wouldn't hold traces of dislike for the person who has turned his closest friend into a drunken, emotional fool on several accounts? A saint, perhaps, but that is hardly the sort of description that could be considered fitting for the man. Thus, he finds no fault in holding a little bit of a grudge towards the older of the two Miss Torreses. Not being particularly close to her from the beginning, there isn't much experience to conflict with these opinions, and thus he is left with them alone. Sage doesn't look at Samuel, lamenting with a glazed expression and unseeing eyes focused on the dancer before him.

"Well, Sage, if she doesn't care anymore, then maybe it's time to move on?" Samuel suggests, but it falls on deaf ears as his friend stands, tossing another twenty towards the dancer. Perhaps it would be kinder to feed the idea that Giselle still holds affections towards Sage, as that is probably what the man really wants to hear. But that is also cruel in its own way, and Samuel doesn't want to give his friend any sort of hope when it will likely lead only to his increased suffering. It would be like dangling it in front of him and snatching it away, as though hope can be put on a fishing line like a dollar bill and tugged about for cruel amusement. Analogies aside, that just isn't the sort of thing that Samuel does, if he can help it. He makes a living in shady transactions, manipulation, and a deceit. It's refreshing to be honest and kind to those that he cares about, like Sage and Andrew.

Sage slurs about work and needing to leave before drunkenly staggering towards the door, throwing out an almost incomprehensible comment on his inability to drive before laughing in a way that hardly eases Sam's concerns about the guy. He is on his feet and walking towards him, clearly far more sober than his friend, given that he only had one shot, and walks over just in time to see the valuable blue necklace that he pulls out of his pocket. Instantly Sam recognizes what is must be, and who it was for, and frowns. Shit.

The man lunges forward when Sage begins to almost lose his balance, though his friend uses the bar to steady himself instead, at the cost of one bottle of whiskey, which shatters against the ground in a rather horrible noise. This action draws rather negative attention, though Sam smiles and tries to act like it isn't a big deal. "You shouldn't be carrying things like that around with you, man. Don't you want to stop hurting?" Sam whispers to Sage as he is engaged in a half-assed bro hug. What Sage says does make Sam feel slightly awkward, because being exposed to vulnerability is beginning to make Sam feel very uncomfortable indeed.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," he promises, demonstrating this by following Sage. Of course, this is primarily because he doesn't want the guy to get into the car and proceed to drive straight into a building, or some innocent pedestrian. When Sam walks out the door, he finds Sage sitting on the curb, crying. The standing man slides his hands into the pockets of his nice dress pants and stands there for a moment, carefully studying the luminescent sign for a bar across the street.

"You can't drive, Sage. Let me give you a ride home. We can come get your car in the morning," Sam says in a voice that makes it seem less like a suggestion and more like an order. Sage may be the CEO of a successful company and wealthier than most his age, but he's also drunk and crying on the side of the street, making Sam the more authoritative one at the moment.

"Come on."

A hand is extended towards Sage, though Sam isn't sure if he'll take it, to be honest.






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Sage sighendd and took Sam's outstretched hand. "I love her Sam... I love her..." He'd sigh and walk with Sam, gladly able to finally make his way home. Though were Sage sober enough, he would've remembered his phone, and probably remembered how much he loved his car.... "What would you do Sam? The ring's at my place... I want Giselle to know how much I love her." Sage probably sounded pathetic but he didn't care.

Stopping for a moment to vomit in the alley he'd wipe his face, grimacing and continue on his path. He wasn't a broken man... yet he was. Mostly when he was drunk was he a broken desperate pathetic man...but sober... he was proud and carefree. His blue eyes turned to Sam as he stopped walking.

"What can I do to fix things..."

(sorry its short... I can't think of anythin... its one of those days...)

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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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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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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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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...

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Charity Louis Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Hope Louis Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Drew Williams Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo
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"Hope? Sweetheart?" Charity runs her hands though tangled brown hair and yawns, moving so that her legs hang off of the bed, brushing against the slippers that lay on the ground just beside her. The slippers are old and worn down, any sort of fluffiness erased by overuse until they have become little more than a thin layer between her feet and the chill of the wooden floors that cover all of the family's small apartment. Charity can see that she has slept in a bit past her normal hour, and chalks this up to a late night and various, well, stressful factors of it. The young mother glances over at Hope, who had fallen asleep in her bed beside her, and reaches out to touch her forehead, which is warm but not worryingly so. The young girl looks so peaceful and angelic in sleep that her mother hates to wake her, and thus allows her to continue sleeping. Promise me you won't make the same mistakes, Charity asks of her daughter, though she doesn't actually voice the words, instead sighing very softly and brushing a strand of hair out of the sleeping girl's face. This action reminds her of last night, as Sebastian had done something relatively similar to her, and a chill creeps down the woman's spine immediately, though she tries to shake it off. As far as she can tell, that particular young man has a special gift for giving others the chills with his behavior.

Looking rather tired, and feeling much older than she is, Charity runs her hands through her hair once more before standing up and making her way to the bathroom for a shower, making the consecutive decision to put off breakfast until Hope is awake, so that they can have eggs and fruit together. For the moment, she washes, feeling refreshed by the warmth of the water, a luxury which she hasn't always had. It occurs to the woman that she is one of the younger tenants of this apartment building, and yet feels as though she is one of the older ones. Even people like Piper and Eloise, whom she automatically views as children, are only a few years her juniors. Sometimes, watching those who are younger than her, or in many cases older than her, have so much freedom and potential makes Charity feel rather wistful. By all means, she should be in college right now, and should have the freedom to stay out all night at parties, to date, to be realizing some greater potential. Instead, she takes care of a child, is cautious in everything she does, and steers clear of relationships altogether. This isn't something she blames Hope for, though, and she doesn't regret having her daughter. She blames herself for having a child so soon, and in doing so seems to forget that it wasn't her fault, not entirely. Maybe she shouldn't have been so careless about partying when she was young, but how was she to know that she would be raped in an intoxicated state?

Charity gets out of the shower, trying to leave those useless thoughts behind. Steam clouds the mirror, so she goes without seeing the flush in her cheeks. Returning to the bedroom to dress tells the young woman that her daughter remains out cold, so she dresses as quietly as possible, putting on a simple sundress that had been on sale at a walmart. All of her best clothing are from thrift stores, but she tends to save those for special occasions. Not that she really has any special occasions, outside of taking Hope out for special birthday dinners, or things like that. The woman begins to start brewing a pot of coffee, a beverage which she used to hate but now has come to rely on, when a glance at the clock reminds her of the note she had found under her door late last night. The meeting, she recalls suddenly, seeing that it is starting around. . .one minute from now.

She immediately turns of the coffee maker and haphazardly brushes her hair, pulling on a pair of sandals simultaneously. Charity runs into the bedroom, but finds Hope still asleep. Not wanting to leave her alone in the apartment, she picks the girl up and sits her against her hip before hurrying out to door, forgetting to lock it -though that likely doesn't matter- and rushing to the elevator. Perhaps she wouldn't be in such a rush if it weren't for the landlady- Charity adores the elderly woman, and would never dare to be the one who shows up late to any meeting called by her.

She enters the lobby to find that several people have already arrived, including Sebastian and Eloise, both of whom she carefully ignores. Besides, she looks so different than she had last night, washed and fresh, dressed so simply that it gives off an impression of innocence, and they had been doing drugs, so perhaps they won't recall a thing. Of course, that very well may be wishful thinking on her part. Still, a girl can dream. The mother shifts her daughter's sleeping position on her hip and walks over to the crowd, quietly slipping in among them.

Close behind her walks Samuel, who had ultimately given up on waking up his brother, and therefore came downstairs alone, soon walking towards Sage to stand beside him. He holds a cup of coffee in his hand, and looks like a man just about to go to work, as he usually does. Suave and clean cut- that's the way the man prefers to remain. "Any idea what this is all about?" he asks Sage casually.

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Alan finally cleared his throat as a few more occupants entered the lobby. He glanced down at his Rolex, it was now fifteen til, meaning the meeting wold officially commence. The beautiful woman standing next to him removed her Christian Dior sunglasses and allowed her eyes to get use to the light. Glancing over to her wealthy husband, she watched him closely as he began to talk. Alan took steps to the middle of the lobby, the area just between the few furnishings.

"Hello everyone. Before we began, I'd like to introduce myself. I am Alan Westbrook, and standing over there is my wonderful and gorgeous wife, Sasha Westbrook. And we both are extremely excited to meet each and everyone of you." Alan clasped his hands together while welcoming the odd glances he was receiving in return fr his introduction. "I know many of you are wondering why you've been dragged down here on such a beautiful day. And I also know this may come as a shock to everyone, so please understand and believe when I say is a very said time for all of us. By that, I mean..." The man inhaled sharply, "Keilani Fergosa, has unfortunately passed away. I am very sorry to keep all of you in the dark but her son, Ono, wanted to keep things private until their entire family came up with a final decision. Which no doubt had to be a tough one, but the family has decided to disclose the information."

"This is without a doubt one of the most tragic things that can happen. I can only imagine what her family is going through, and I also know some of you were quite friendly with Ms. Fergosa. We all know she was sweet, honorable woman with the purest of intentions and only wanted to look out for everyone. It saddens me that this has happened especially around such a crucial time for Kohana Creek. This is why I wanted to speak to each tenant in an controlled manner as to somewhat ease the bad news. I really didn't know her well, but from the business we have done, proves that she was a strong woman and refused to tolerate antics. Keeping things peaceful, so I do hope that with the ownership now in my direct hands, I can only say I wish to keep her craft on the same path."Alan waved for Sasha to come over, and when she did he handed her another small stack of pamphlets and asked her to hand them out. "Once again, I know thousands of questions are swirling your heads. Uhm, my wife will be passing out obituaries for Ms. Fergosa. The family has also decided to have an open funeral service to anyone who wishes to attend tomorrow at twelve noon. Y'know, pay your respects, say your goodbyes. You can find all the information in the obituary."

"I would have liked for Keilani to be with here when I did this. However, it's done and I am now officially the new owner of Kohana Creek. All the needed documents have been signed yesterday morning, so a few changes will go into effect immediately. The first important change that will have to be made is the additional one-hundred fifty,which will be added to the rent, bringing the total rent to twelve hundred. I know this is sudden but we all know it's around that time to re-sign your leases. Meaning if the additional money isn't something you can agree to then perhaps it will be time to think about finding different living arrangements."

"The second change everyone should be aware of is the more strict guidelines concerning the rent. In the past, Keilani has mentioned on several occasions that some tenants have been late on the rent, I can understand her want to be lenient but I'm afraid that will change. The permanent date for rent is for the first of every month and if payments are not made by the third of that month then a fifty dollar late fee will be added to your charges. If you fail to make a payment by the fifth day, then please be ready to receive a note of eviction that is none negotiable. I am very sorry to have drop this kind of news on you all followed by the new guidelines but, we have to start from somewhere right?" Alan chuckled to himself. He handed his wife the other stack of papers which contained the new guidelines and several other guidelines needed to abide by. Such would include no littering, soliciting, hanging in the halls after a certain time and the addition of a new receptionist that will be stationed in the lobby.

"Well thank you for your time, I'm here to answer any questions. My contact information can be found on the flyers. I hope to see all of you in attendance of the funeral tomorrow... Oh, and is there a Mr. Mathew Granger here, I need to speak to him privately." He asked, scanning the lot for the unsuspecting man.