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Claire Smith

"I don't deserve... anything."

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a character in “One year”, as played by confidence

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โ I don't want to talk about it. โž





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โ MORE THAN JUST A NAME โž





| Full name |
"Nice to meet you. Well, kind of."Claire Smith

| Age |
"Well, I feel old, anyway." Eighteen.

| Role |
"Problem child? Since when?" Problem Child #4




โ MORE THAN JUST A FACE โž





| Hair Color |
"My hair? What about my hair? Don't touch my hair, please..." Other people may have bad hair days, but Claire doesn't find that a problem. Her hair has always been thick, and as black as her nightmares, always been extraordinarily healthy. Part of it is her preference for short length. Once upon a time, her hair had been down to her waist, wild and free and curled gently. But after her father used her hair to his advantage by pulling her to the ground when she tried to run the first time, she cut it off with a pair of scissors that night. She received a beating for it, but she decided it had been worth it. It's longer than it's ever been since she was thirteen, the ends of her dark locks skimming the top of her breasts.

| Eye Color |
"They're brown, and that's all." If they ever sparkled, Claire's eyes could be described as warm chocolate. The fear, however, has driven any twinkle left in her soul, and it shows in her deep irises. Her eyes are a quite mesmerizing shape, beautifully rounded and lifted. They're soulful eyes, eyes meant to hit the heart with surprising potency. It could have been used for good; instead, it only reminds people of tragedy, even if they don't know of her past. She carries the weight of trauma all around her, but her eyes are the strongest of all in conveying it. One look in her eyes, and you may find that your feet feel a little heavier as you're walking away.

| Skin Tone |
"They say my skin color is exotic. That's what all the clients used to say." Her skin glows from within, a deep honeyed color that hints at a Hispanic/Asian background. Indeed, Claire's appearance is exotic, hinting at a varied family tree. She takes care of her skin, accustomed to using make up skillfully to cove up bruises on the arm, and lessening the repulsiveness of a black eye. But her skin has remained relatively clear and healthy despite the heavy make up she uses to hide her father's markings.

| Build |
"You don't want to know where the muscles came from." At 5'9, Claire is taller than most girls. She's lean and lithe, slender. She's quite voluptuous despite her thinness. Her breasts are round and disproportional to the rest of her body, larger than they should be compared to her waist, and therefore sticking out. She has long muscles, mostly from the high demands from previous clients, and makes sure she looks fit and healthy and beautiful for her job, or what was once her job. She's also found that the better you look, the less people notice the bruises. Claire would rather have people looking at her body than having them examine it suspiciously, noticing the small hints at bruises and deep cuts.

| Physical Markings |
"Those aren't bruises, they're birthmarks, okay?" Because of her father's... form of entertainment, Claire has quite a few permanent markings. Some bruises have become permanent, because she hasn't gone to the hospital for treatment. She has quite a few cuts across her legs, from the whippings she's received. She has a barely noticeable scar on her neck, from the one time her father threatened to kill her when she tried to fight back. She has a birthmark that is shaped like half of a heart on her left hip.

| Overall Appearance |
"Looking nice is key." Claire Smith is attractive, there is no denying it; after all, she's been a call girl, a stripper. She's learned the tricks of maintaining appearances, and is almost obsessive about it. The life of a call girl and the life of an abused daughter has taught her that if your appearances are perfect enough, then your insides can be overlooked. Because of it, she is constantly dieting, constantly working out, constantly fixing her hair and checking her make up. She's quite skilled with it, but despite the hard work, Claire still carries around an atmosphere of tragedy about her. It's subtle, and most don't look past the very exterior, but if one took only two seconds to simply look at her - not observe her, not examine her, not check her out - but simply to look at her, they would see the perpetual hurt in her lips, the hint of tears in its shape.




โ MORE THAN JUST A CHARACTER โž





| Likes |
โ™ฅ Being alone. People put pressure on her. People make her nervous. And most of all, people hurt her. Endlessly. Mercilessly.
โ™ฅ Silence. Chatter has always meant little to her, ever since the first beating took place. After all, you can't say anything wrong when you're not saying anything.
โ™ฅ Cooking, cleaning, and other maternal duties. It distracts her from any thoughts and emotions, keeps her distracted, and makes her feel normal.
โ™ฅ The feel of silk. It reminds her of rippling water, and makes her feel a little like royalty.
โ™ฅ Reading a book. It's easy to escape into pages when your life is a blur of harsh shades.
โ™ฅ A cup of tea. The scent of coffee terrifies her, and she finds comfort in a warm cup of lemon tea.
โ™ฅ Aroma therapy. Scent is one of her guiltiest pleasures, her one most serious obsession.
โ™ฅ Dancing. It brings her back to the times as a child, before anything had been able to bring her down, when she would spin in a circle barefoot in the center of any room, her hair long and flung back, carefree and bright.
โ™ฅ Classical music; it's the only music she listens to.
โ™ฅ Daisies. They've always carried a simple beauty and innocence that she can't resist.


| Dislikes |
โœ˜ Coffee. Too many men who have used and abused her have drunk coffee in her presence, too many women who have jeered at her have sipped from coffee mugs as their eyes accused and glared and demanded.
โœ˜ Butterflies. Once, as a child, Claire loved butterflies. But then she realized how they really looked, and it disgusted and scared her. Even now, she associates butterflies with a deceptive beauty, just like herself.
โœ˜ Movies. She doesn't understand them, nor their appeal.
โœ˜ The sky. It's too big for her, and it intimidates her. When other people claim to like looking up into the sky and guess the shape of the clouds, Claire shudders.
โœ˜ Jewelry. It had been thrust upon her when she was a high-class prostitute, and the weight of it makes her feel dirty and shameful.
โœ˜ The sound of coins. Claire actually feels a little bit of revulsion towards money, but she accepts the necessity of it. However, the sound of it has always made her cringe.
โœ˜ Pressure. She doesn't want to be pushed into talking, or opening up. She wants to stay closed up, like a clam.
โœ˜ Having to talk about herself. She'd rather stay in the corner, hidden by the shadows, watching from tragic eyes.
โœ˜ Children. She doesn't understand them, and often feels awkward around them.
โœ˜ Music other than instrumentals. She finds them more distracting than helpful.


| Habits |
"I'm quiet. People don't notice my habits." Claire has a bad habit of tucking and untucking her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. She used to bite her nails but she was scolded out of it when she became a call girl. She also tends to stammer when put on the spot. She giggles and laughs in soft, breathy tones, as if the sound had been building up inside of her for so long that it came out in a rush, too hurried to be louder than a simple breath. Other than that, she tends to make no movements, too trained to fidget or fiddle with her hands, feet, or any other parts of her body.

| Fears |
"I don't want to talk about it, please." Let's face it: Claire is scared of a lot of things. She's scared of loud noises, she's scared of being beat again, she's scared of being forced to sleep with men for money or forced into anything, for that matter. She's scared of people, she's scared of talking, she's scared of people getting too close. She's scared of everything. However, all of her fears stem from the fact that she is afraid of herself. She is afraid of who she is, and doesn't like to face her own past, and the face in the mirror. She's afraid of what she's capable of. She's afraid that when people see her for who she truly is, that they'll turn away. She's had a disgusting past, and she's been jeered at long enough to find herself shameful, a disgrace to humans.

| Personality |
"I'm the girl your mother warned you about. The town whore, that's me." Claire Smith is a nobody. Or at least, that's what she thinks. She sees herself as the unworthy. After all, she was a whore - and for some people, still is a whore. She represents the very worst in society, and has the self esteem to show for it. She walks with her head down, arms tucked around her stomach as if she's ready to vomit. She rarely smiles or laughs, finds little happiness in anything, and rather takes things calmly, because in her opinion, nothing affects her. The things people talk about, that's for them. The people who have the good things in life, who are strong enough to fight for themselves and survive. After all, they weren't weak enough to go into prostitution. They didn't sell themselves. They had more than what she had: happiness, light, family, love. What did she have? All she had was her dirty past, her body, her self. So she gave it up for life, and instead found that she had kept her body and sold her soul. For free, even. Because what's left to enjoy, when she feels that all of the hope in her has been squeezed out? She says very little, having very few opinions of her own. She's been pushed around so often that she's been completely shut out, and instead, she follows people. She obeys quietly and quickly; it's something her father has taught her.

She's very vulnerable, and it shows. She doesn't physically shake, but when one looks at Claire, they can sense the trembling, the quivers. She's very sensitive, and gets hurt very easily. She accepts all of the hurt, however, still believing that it's what she deserves. She tries to hide her hurt, by nodding her head and saying nothing. Some people mistake it for insolence, but for Claire, it's obedience. Most of her life has been dictated by a more powerful figure, and it's become a part of her being, to obey so unconditionally, to follow. For this reason, Claire is entirely unsure of who she is. She's never been able to discover herself like so many others have. Instead, she latches onto some powerful figure and follows them. When she gets annoyed by someone, she reprimands herself mentally. This rarely happens, but it does happen occasionally. What right does she have to be irritated by someone better than she is? No, that couldn't do.

Claire is broken. Utterly unsalvageable. And completely hopeless.





โ MORE THAN JUST A STORY โž





| Background |
"Well, you asked for it... but it's not a bedtime story." Life started out great. Samuel and Lily Smith were a beautiful couple, very in love and very simple. They had one child, a daughter they named Claire. The little girl grew up perfectly, always with a smile, carefree and wild and sweet. She was one of the cuter babies, the more sensitive ones who were tuned in to people's emotions from the very beginning. Always affectionate, always loving, and always very understanding. Claire was the type of baby to take your hand, look you in the eye, and say, "I love you so much," with a very genuine seriousness that took adults by surprise. She was happy, and she was incredibly loved. She had never been the most popular girl, but she had her own circle of close friends, and even one boyfriend. But when she she was eight, her father started drinking excessively. She didn't think much of it, being too young and too innocent and naive to think of anything as a problem. It wasn't until her father began to fight with her mother when she was nine that she realized her father was changing. Lily and Samuel always had the best relationship, the type of couple fiances would look up to. They were asked for their secrets often, and the two would look at each other, get lost in each other's eyes, and say dreamily, "True love."

He lost his job on her tenth birthday. Claire never had birthday parties, having always liked to spend it with her family instead. She had gone to him and kissed his cheek, wrinkling her nose at the smell of him. "Daddy, I love you. Even if you're a little smelly," she had said, bubbly and still very much a child. But she realized it had been a bad idea to tease him when he turned to her with a fierce glare in his eyes. Before she could stammer an apology, he slapped her in the face. She had cried out, and began calling for Mommy. He had yelled at her to shut up, began to beat her fiercely. After that, she completely shut down. Lily must have suspected something was going on, and had screaming matches with Samuel, unbeknownst to Claire, who never left her room unless she had to. Eventually, she left the house. She tried to take Claire, but Samuel had come out of his bedroom with a gun, telling her to get the fuck out of his house, but to leave his precious daughter. She had gotten scared, and ran. Claire watched her leave, and didn't shed a tear. She would save that for the day she turned sixteen, without a mother to teach her how to handle the boy who had roughly grabbed her bottom and called her names she didn't like. When she tried to tell her father, he had yelled at her, calling her a little whore for letting a boy touch her. He beat her, after that. Since her mother left, he had taken to beating her about once every two weeks. He worked at odd jobs that no one liked but had to be done, and made enough money for them to squeeze by, just barely. Claire resorted to wearing the same clothes every day. She was bullied relentlessly, but it had to be done.

She dropped out of school a few days after she turned sixteen. Instead, Claire stayed home with her father and continued to get beaten. She took odd jobs herself, as a waitress or at the grocery store. But only a month into her sixteenth year of existence, her father got hit by a car, and died. She was all alone. She lost the house, she lost the job, and she was left on the street, sitting in a park with a blank stare, dirty and tarnished, and completely alone. She didn't even consider trying to find her mother; the woman wasn't real to her, not anymore. After a few hours of sitting at the park, a man approached her. He began to make small talk, and she didn't say a word. He shrugged his shoulders and took Claire by the hand, leading her to his apartment. And then he had sex with her, as she lay there, still lifeless. He got angry with her. He beat her, again. And that was when Claire realized: This would keep happening to her. The beatings hadn't stopped with her father's death; beating was normal. Beating was normal for all women. It became her mantra: Beating was normal. Bruises were normal. Bleeding, getting black eyes, getting broken bones... All of them a part of life. A part of the life for a girl like her, anyway. He taught her how to fuck. She could do it with her eyes closed, after a few months of teaching and lots of practice. He liked her so much, and coveted her. He dressed her up, taught her how to act like a lady when she knew and he knew that she wasn't one. Then he told her she ought to start paying the rent. So she took up a job as a stripper, and stayed there for a few months. She was the best one there, and helped the man out a lot. His name was Tad, but she called him Master.

Out of nowhere, he woke her up in the middle of the night. She obeyed neatly. She grabbed all of the things he had bought her, followed him dutifully to a strange house, sat silently and perfectly still as he explained to a beautiful woman that he was leaving to go abroad, and wanted to leave her in the woman's care. The woman had looked at Claire, appraised her quickly, and smiled. "You'll do," were the woman's first and last words to her. The woman tested Claire, to assess her skill. She had sex with Claire herself first, and then stood in a corner as she watched Claire fuck a man she had found in the street. Claire was approved, and taken to an escort agency, where she became a call girl. She desperately wanted freedom, because everyone knew her. She wouldn't leave her hometown, where everyone had grown up with her and watched her spiral down, unaware of the real situation, judging her and tormenting her. She was that girl, the mothers whispered, as the fathers secretly lusted after her as she walked down the street. She longed to be away from it all. So when a kind elderly woman approached her, explained that she was visiting from a small town near London, told her the stories of the people in a certain program, Claire couldn't help but be interested. Not in the program, but the fact that it was far away from where she lived. So she took it. She ran away from the agency with ease, because no one expected her to run away in the first place, and hadn't taken any precaution. Claire fucked her way to a train ticket to the program, and asked to be a part of it.

And here she was.










| Lyrics |

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world






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Claire Smith's Story

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Leon had been snoring peacefully in his warm bed, but of course that didn't last long. Laci interpreted his slumber, forcing Leon to get up. He yawned loudly, stretching up as he walked over to his dresser, seeing the long sleeves of the shirt he'd been sleeping in had been pushed up, revealing the scars he'd inflected on himself so long ago. He pulled out his paint slathered jeans and long sleeved t-shirt. He knew that they were supposed to leave in a few hours, but that didn't mean than he couldn't finish up a project he'd been working on. Leon slipped out his door, silently walking towards his art studio, trying his best not to wake anyone else up, hey he was just courteous like that. He could see Laci dancing in the studio next to his, smiling widely. Not only was this house a miracle sent from heaven, Leon was so lucky to have a roommate he actually liked.

He entered his messy studio, smiling as he walked past his other projects to reach his current project. It was just a painting he was doing for some lady who offered to pay him for his work. Leon only worked for a few moments, loosing focus on the canvas before him. He walked out of his studio, walking towards Charlotte's room. He suddenly stopped, he wasn't going towards her room, no, not at all, why would he? He walked towards the kitchen, grabbing the sketch pad he'd left there the night before. Leo looked back to his previous sketches, a few of them containing Charlotte. She seemed to be his latest muse, all his artwork seemed better and he was more creative as of late. Not that he'd ever tell her that to her, no need to inflate her ego. Leon sighed, rubbing his neck, he was rather confused as to were they were in a relationship, he hated her of course, but he sort of liked her. It was futile, trying to figure it out, he just opened his sketch book to a new page, drawing the room around him as he plopped down on the comfy sofa, waiting for the others to come downstairs.




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Riley woke up with a long yawn, stretching slightly and... knocking over a glass of water? He looked to the tipped over glass with sleepy eyes. He shook his head, taking the cup downstairs, still in his pajamas, a plain grey shirt and navy boxers. Riley smiled as he saw Beth cooking in the kitchen, "Nice try Bethy." he grinned, placing the cup in the sink. He whistled lowly to himself as he walked around the kitchen towards Beth, looking over her shoulder to the pancakes she was making. "Yum, but aren't we having brunch later? Seems like you're trying to fatten me up so I won't be the prettiest in the house." He half joked, grinning. What could he say, he was proud of his body, he wouldn't lie. "I'll go wake the children up." he smiled, walking back up the stairs, entering Jake's room first, "Hey Jakey, Wakey Wakey... oh that rhymed." he grinned, "Beth's making breakfast, if you want any." He left the room shortly, knowing there would be no convincing him if he didn't want to get up. He moved on to Claire's room, silently walking in. He'd always been secretly protective over the girl, but never told her, unsure of just how she would react. Riley hesitantly walked into the room, he was always sort of cautious around her, only playfully teasing most the time. "Hey Claire, you awake?" he squatted down to be eye level, "Sleeping beauty, time to wake up to your prince." he teased, grinning, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

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Bethan frowns lightly at her failed - and the fact that she couldn't laugh at him for pee'ing himself - prank and then feins innocence, "What on earth are you talking about Riley?" She grins, looking away from the pancakes and at him in his boxers.
"Honestly, you're not even dressed." She winks and attempts to flip the pancake, only semi-flipping it and making it fold over.
"Yum, but aren't we having brunch later? Seems like you're trying to fatten me up so I won't be the prettiest in the house." He says and she laughs lightly, "Oh Riley, you should know, you were never the prettiest in the house."
Although as she says that she knows she's lying, he really was very good looking and maybe if she didn't see him as more of an older brother she'd like him but, no, that would never happen - It would just feel wrong.

She nods and rolls her eyes as he refers to their housemates as 'children' and puts more mixture into the frying pan, removing the first pancake.
Beth waited, on edge, for Jake to come down.
Even though she was meant to be his mentor they had an odd relationship, never sure whether they were friends or not.
She knew just how to rub him the wrong way and although sometimes it could be fairly amusing, he could get angry and if Beth's being honest he can be a little scary.

Beth makes four more pancakes, having two extra incase anyones hungry although she doubts it as they're having brunch with the Nox's anyway.
She places the - slightly 'crispy' at the edge - pancakes on the table with half a lemon and a little pot of sugar.

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    The scariest part of going to sleep was losing control. Even now, Claire was afraid of going to sleep, though the nightmares had long since disappeared. The darkness surrounding her, the dreams vivid but forgotten... all of it was strange, and as most people knew, Claire was just about scared of everything. But here, people seemed to understand. She didn't know why; perhaps because they were probably paid to take care of people with troubled pasts, and knew how to hide disgust. Because the mentors they had given to each person had been relatively perfect, with nice, tucked in lives, good memories, and very little tragedy. They couldn't understand; she couldn't imagine them ever understanding her.

    "Hey Claire, you awake?"

    Well, maybe Riley would. Her mentor was slowly growing on her, though she didn't show it. In the beginning, she couldn't help but feel irritated by his arrogant manner. She hadn't understood him, and hadn't believed that he could ever help her. But... somehow, over time, her perspective of him changed. He tried to take care of her, at least. He was good to her, and though she never thanked him for it, one day, Claire planned on telling him how much it meant to her. But her tongue was forever frozen in these matters; she was too unfamiliar with the good in life, always hesitant to take a step into the warmer waters because she doesn't know how she'd fit in. She'd lived in the darkness all her life; wasn't it natural for her to be afraid of light?

    She began to blink sleepily, opening her eyes and finding his face right in front of hers. "Sleeping beauty, time to wake up to your prince," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

    She opened her eyes completely now, wide and alarmed. This scene was too familiar, and she didn't want to go through it with Riley. Not Riley. She sat up quickly and started to pat her hair self-consciously. "I'm... I'm awake," she said softly, getting off the bed on the side farthest away from Riley. It made her nervous, to be so close to him. It had been awhile since the two had been rooming together (courtesy of the program), and being around him still made her antsy. She wasn't normal, she knew; other problem children were fine with their mentors. Why wasn't she? She was so damaged, too damaged, and it made her feel alone.

    She stayed where she was, Riley across from her, the bed separating the two. She began to laugh nervously and started untucking and tucking her hair behind her ear, but remembering how Riley had done that, suddenly stopped. She tried to remain still, avoiding eye contact with Riley. It was too uncomfortable, and having a man wake her from bed in such a manner... that was what Master Tad had done. And Riley wasn't Master Tad. He wasn't anything like Master Tad.

    But the two were both arrogant, both teasing, and both of them lived with her, were too comfortable with her... more than she had ever wanted. It made her more skittish than before, and Claire began to physically tremble in fright.




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    If anyone called him Jakey Wakey ever again, he would sock the living daylights out of him.

    Jake rose to the annoying face of Riley West, the man he had come to dislike since the very beginning. He couldn't stand cockiness in anyone. He got out of bed and threw on a white T-shirt, leavin his black boxers on out of laziness. He sent a quick glare Riley's way. "It's Jake," he said simply, as the mentor walked away. He was mentoring this pathetic little girl who jumped at every word; it was ridiculous. Didn't she know that the only way to get anywhere was to fight hard? Well, it wasn't his fault she was such an idiot.

    He began to search for his mentor, the annoying Elizabeth Rose Johnson. She went by Beth, but he called her Elizabeth; no nicknames for him, thank you very much. They weren't friends, they were just these two people randomly assigned to each other. He couldn't stand the girl, really; she was constantly trying to fit him into a mold that was perfect. Obviously, he wasn't perfect; if he was, he wouldn't be here. If he was a mentor - not that he ever wanted to be, of course - he would let the other person grow on their own, and talk to them only if they approached him first. That was how he wanted it. Stupid girls, always trying to barge their way into everything. He began to grumble as he searched.

    The smell of pancakes came towards him, and Jake suddenly began following it. Elizabeth must have made breakfast.

    Well, she wasn't a stupid girl; at least she could cook. Kind of. The thing was, things were changing subtly in their relationship. Slowly, she was beginning to... accept him, and slowly, he was seeing parts and parts of her, things that painted a deeper picture of her than before. He had tried to resist it; he didn't want any friendship between him and a stupid know-it-all girl. But he couldn't have stopped it even if he had tried, so Jake had given into it. Slowly, he was finding friendship with her, a kind of understanding.

    Not that he would ever tell her; Jake didn't like talking about feelings, ever.

    "Pancakes for breakfast?" he said once Elizabeth came into view, just as she placed the pancakes down on a table. "Put five on a plate for me; I'm hungry!"

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Chloe smiled as Jared padded down the stairs. She smiled at him and ruffled his hair a little. "Hey, don't mind the staff, you'll get used to it. Since me and Delilah usually host functions for the program." She shrugged and walked to the backdoor, watching the staff as they set up everything for the brunch. She smiled thankfully to them then sighed and pushed a hair off her face.

"Where's Dehlilah," Jared asked awkwardly, making Chloe smile.
She smirked and placed a hand on her hip. "Don't worry she'll be down soon," She said before grumbling under her breath, "Or I'll drag her out of bed, I swear her and Asher would wake up at noon if I let them." She composed herself and smiled again.

She was about to yell at Asher and Dehlilah when she heard him at the top of the stairs. "Har-Bug! Did you save me some food? At least a crumb, right?" He said jokingly pulling her into a hug.
"Asher! She's eating." Chloe protested with a pout. To which Asher completely ignored.

She was about to whine about him getting Harmony riled up when he gave her a peck on the cheek, making her blush. She sighed, a little upset that Asher so naturally fit into Her and Chloe's life. "Morning." He said sliding past her and making a plate "You're going to spoil brunch you keep feeding me like this." he told her jokingly.

She looked down, "I like cooking," She mumbled, "Anyway I'm glad your dressed," She added with a half smile as Asher sat down next to Jared and began talking to him.

Chloe tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Delilah. When her sister came down the steps, in a lacy tank and shorts. She sighed deeply "Delilah, what the hell are you wearing?" She asked "Tell me your not wearing that to brunch," She rolled her eyes, "Actually I have the perfect Outfit for you, and it goes with mine?" She added with a smile, since she and Delilah used to coordinate their outfits when they were kids. She pulled a dress out of a bag that was like hers except it was a ivory that complimented Delilah's pale skin and pale hair, making her look like an angel. While hers was a peach color that complimented her tanned skin and golden hair. The sisters looked very much alike with their wild blonde curls and stunning blue grey eyes. However Delilah inherited their mothers pale skin and their fathers naturally pale blonde hair and Chloe had their fathers golden skin and her mothers golden hair. So together they almost looked like a angel and a goddess. Though Chloe envied her sisters slender body, and her innocent vibe. While she had a more sensual air about her and she inherited her father's side of the family's curvy figure.

She gently stood behind Delilah and did her hair, which was in a ponytail. She felt no need to ask, since she walways styled everyone's hair. She quickly turned it into a bun with a braid surrounding it.
She quickly did a braid around her hair next in a loosefishtail. "Ok now get dressed in that dress and you'll look insanely pretty."

Just as she was about to enthuse about the outfit Delilah spoke "I. . . Uhm I have to visit a friend soon. I might have to leave a little early."
Chloe's face fell slightly, making her smile less bright and more forced, "Your... your leaving?" She asked quietly. "Your leaving the brunch.... early?" She said though the last part came out like a whisper.
She sighed and glanced at the clock,"Our guest will be arriving in a few minuets," She walked toward the the back door and glanced back at her " I wish you'd stay and help," Then she walked out back.


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Harmony pouted as her mom walked out the door and tugged at Asher's shirt "Why is mama sad?" She asked staring up at him with her big brown eyes. She pouted and just as quickly as she asked she changed the subject "Mama wouldn't let me go swim today, she put a blanket thing on the pool and wouldn't let me wear my pretty princess dress." She tapped her chin ad if she was thinking and said "I think it's Mr. Chris's fault, whenever he calls mama cries." She said with a frown.

She balled her tiny hand into a fist and pretended to punch the air "If I ever see him I'm gonna do this and that," She said imitating a kick, which made her stumble a little. Then beamed a dimpled smile at them and got back up.

She loved Aunt Dee, and Asher, and Jar-Bear. Asher made her mama happy and he made her mama smile. But Mama never lets her call Asher daddy. She glanced as her mom came back inside and sat in a stool, well more like she jumped around in the stool. "Dad.. I mean Asher, can I have a cookie" She said seeing the look her mom gave her.


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"Harmony I told you, you can't call him that, Asher isn't your daddy," Chloe said with a straight face, picking Harmony up and grabbing a cookie out the cabinet and handing it to her. She knew Asher would be mad that she said that but it was the truth. Asher isn't Harmony's dad. She wished that she met Asher before she met Chris but she didn't. I mean she knew him for two years now. Since he was a problem child last year but the fact of the matter was, she didn't want him to get too close to harmony. Just so he could leave when things got tough. She glanced at him and turned away quickly. All that could come from her and Asher was hurt. And she couldn't handle hurt. Not again, not ever. She realized the time and said "Clean your plates everybody should be arriving in like a few minuets."

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Charlotte stretched her arms out and breathed in the inside morning air. She hated the fact that her dreams turned into horrifying nightmares. Man, she still hasn't gotten used to it, who would? Most of her dreams were vivid and about her parents. She barely remembered how they had looked and barely ever wanted to. Wishing she had the power to clear her mind of all the bad things but, she knew that wasn't gong to happen. Grabbing the covers, she pushed them off of her and swung her legs to the side of the bed. Feeling her feet touch the ground, she stood up slowly trying not to stand up to fast or she'd get light headed and pass out.

Her head wasn't 'there' most of the time, it literally wasn't 'there'. Sighing she walked out of her room, she need a smoke but, her mentor Leon told her that she should try to quit with the smoking and the drugs. She doesn't listen to anyone anyway so why would she listen to him? That's probably why she hated his guts but, some of the hatred isn't really hatred, that's actually her hiding the fact that she likes him well, only a little. She wasn't the one to be too open about her feelings. She swore never to trust anyone knowing they might leave her like her parents did, and she was afraid of that.

Walking down the hallway and down the stairs. She wasn't hungry so she decided to skip it, plus she didn't feel like making it. Nothing was wrong with food, she just didn't want to eat anything. Throwing her self on a open chair she looked around the room. She started to think about the other problem children and the other mentors didn't really talk to most of them -well, they did lie in different houses- but, she shrugged that off. The only person she would talk to is Leon but, they argued most of the time but, to her that was a bit of communication.

Swinging her leg and sitting on the other one, she ran her hand through her hair. A lot of things were running through her mind, she almost had forgotten that she was suppose to be going over to the Nox's house for a meeting or something, she didn't know. But, she knew she had to go so, there was no way she would be getting out of that. Charlotte decided that she would sit there for a little bit before getting back up.

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Elizabeth turns when she hears Jake's voice and sees him standing there, in a plain white top and his boxers.
"Honestly," She sighs slightly teasing just to test his mood this morning, "I'm starting to think you want me to see you in your underwear."
Yes, they'd had a shaky start and even now it was impossible to say what their relationship really was but at least they could talk to each other without an argument..Most of the time.

"Put five on a plate for me; I'm hungry!" He says and Elizabeth rolls her eyes, putting three on a plate for him.
"Or you'll ruin your apetite and you won't be able to eat anything at the Nox's." She tells him, one corner of her mouth slightly turning up.
Beth then puts one on her plate and puts a small amount of lemon and sugar on it, rolling it up; cutting it onto pieces.

She then remembers that he's not dressed and glances at the clock, Damn! I refuse to be late. she thinks to herself seeing the seconds ticking by quickly.
"You really have to get dressed, we have to be at the Nox's in a couple of minutes and I will not be late." She says sternly and runs up to her room before he can reply - Probably with something her dainty ears wouldn't like too much.

Once in her room she grabs her bag and wonders whether Riley had gotten Claire up yet, deciding to quickly check on her she knocks lightly on the door, not wanting to frighten the girl who can barely look at her own shadow without jumping.
Poor girl.. She thinks to herself and opens the door slowly as to not startle her.
"Hello," She whispers before putting her head around the door; once she has she stops, not sure what's going on.
"A-Are you ok Claire?" She asks a little startled at the nervous girl sitting up in her bed, that is, until she sees Riley.
Biting her lip she decides to leave them, whispering a faint "Sorry, there's some pancakes downstairs if you want some," and then thinking before adding "if Jake hasn't eaten them all."

With that she disappears back around the door, closing it and making her way down the stairs.
"Jake, you better be dressed." She says, talking to the boy that was two years older than her like a teacher would, her stern voice serious but not cold.

She couldn't believe that she was starting to like this boy - Well, could she really call him that? He was older than her but she was wiser, she didn't blow a fuse every time someone said something she didn't like but unlike her, he was...Jake?

Beth sighs and walks to the door taking her keys from the little pot and waiting for Jake.

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Riley watched as Claire panicked, not able to find enough space between them. He wanted to punch himself in the stomach, he really should have known that he moved too fast. He probably reminded her of that scum that touched her before. He could feel his jaw clench and hands tighten into fists at the very thought of those other people that touched Claire, those people that made her this way. Riley looked back momentarily to see Beth at the door, just looking back to Claire. But when he looked back up to Claire, he saw her trembling. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be alright, but he probably couldn't do that either, he couldn't do much of anything but frighten her. That just made him even more upset, but of course who was he going to confront? He didn't want to talk about anything concerning Claire with anyone but the girl in question. Riley stood, trying his best to put on a friendly smile and push back any anger he might have, but couldn't help the guilt apparent in his eyes, "I'm sorry Claire, I shouldn't have... Well the point of my waking you up is that there's food downstairs, and we still need to go to the Nox's brunch. So if you want to get ready, well ya..." Riley normally didn't apologize, normally didn't feel the need to apologize (having a cocky attitude and a huge ego did that to you), but he always felt he was screwing up with what ever he did with Claire. He looked down, mainly so he wouldn't make her feel uncomfortable, but he noticed his attire, wanting to face palm himself when he saw he was still in his underwear. He slowly walked out, giving a small smile to Claire before leaving.

He made it to his room before angrily punching the wall by his door. Riley just went to get ready, stepping in for a long hot shower and making his way towards his dresser, changing into what he hoped would be an appropriate outfit for brunch. He bregrugingly put on a button up shirt, just drying his hair with a towel and letting it be after running a comb through it a few times. He walked back downstairs pausing at Claire's room but shaking it off and walking on, he'd cause enough trouble for her today. As Riley entered the kitchen, he felt as if he was fighting with the cuffs on the shirt, trying to make them straight. He plopped down in the chair across from Jake. "Nice to see you're living." he grinned, leaning back in the chair and toying with the cuffs of his shirt. "Don't we need to leave soon?"

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Leon looked up from his sketch pad, hearing noise coming from the next room over. As far as he knew no one was visiting so it could only be either Laci, Jason, or Charlotte. He silently hoped that it was Charlotte, even if he acted like he hated the girl (although he'll admit most of it isn't quite acting) he was starting to grow fond of her. They'd slept together a few times, to be honest Leon thought things might change a bit, but it seemed to stay exactly the same, they still hated each other and still would never tell anyone other wise.

He was glad things hadn't changed, it was exactly this 'hate' that seemed to fuel his creative fire. As Leon walked into the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see Charlotte sitting on a chair, "Hope you weren't planning on reverting back to you're old ways. We still need to head over to the Nox's for brunch, don't forget." he muttered, eyes glued to his sketch pad. Despite his comment, he was actually sort of proud of her for being able to quit like it seemed she had. Leon took a seat in another chair near her, taking to sketching again. But he flipped the page again to a blank page. It was rare that he got a living object to sketch, the fact that she happened to be his latest muse was the cherry on top. Leon had a feeling that he should most likely tell her eventually that she was to thank for all his latest pieces, but was pretty sure she's either end up creeped out or laughing and making fun of him mercilessly.

Leon's gaze caught the clock on the wall. Being too lazy to actually get up, he ended up yelling out, "Hey Laci! Aren't we going to be late?" he questioned, hoping she could hear him from her studio. He looked back to Charlotte, "Aren't you going to get ready?" he asked, not really bothering to wait for an answer as he turned all his attention back to his drawing, focusing on the small details of her features. As creepy as it might sound, Leon had already practically memorized her features, mainly from drawing her so many times before.

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    She looks nice today, was Jake's first thought. He would have told her, if he wasn't feeling so groggy. Contrary to popular belief, Jake didn't go out of his way to make people feel like assholes; it just happened. But being around Elizabeth always made him want to be a little better, and as a result, he ended up being a little kinder to her than anyone else. Of course, she still thought him to be a jerk (or so he assumed, anyway), because she didn't know. Girls. He looked at her and nodded his head seriously to her attempt at cheerful banter. He was not a morning person, and he wasn't going to pretend to be one, not for anything or anyone. He sat down and began to rub the back of his head, twisting his head back and forth to crack his neck a few times. "I didn't think you minded," Jake said mildly once he was relaxed, placing his elbows on the table and smiling at her gently. Truth be told, he liked the girl, he really did; she just happened to get on his nerve all the time. But in the back of his head, he knew she was a nice girl. A real nice girl, who had no idea what addiction really was.

    But he tried not to look down on her for not having a harder life; how could he help it if she was actually happy? How could he wish for anyone to have the lief he had had? It would be cruel.

    Of course, when Elizabeth only put three pancakes on his plate, Jake was beginning to regret the kindness in his thoughts towards her. "Three pancakes?" he said, making a face down at his place, "I asked for five. I'm hungry."

    "Or you'll ruin your appetite and you won't be able to eat anything at the Nox's," Elizabeth replied. Jake could see a hint of a smile, and for a moment, he felt deep pleasure at her reaction to his behavior, which he knew was childish. The moment, however, faded, and he rolled his eyes.

    "Who cares about the Nox's? I want five pancakes, damn it." Despite his words, Jake began to eat dutifully, keeping his eyes on his mentor as he did so. She ate like a lady. He wouldn't know anything about eating properly, but he was pretty sure Elizabeth could out-manner the Queen, if such a term existed. How did she do it? He didn't understand, at all. Sometimes, during times like these, when these thoughts came to him, he felt far away from her. Detached, foreign, alien. The two were on separate worlds, but for some reason, they had been put together. No, Jake didn't believe in fate, chance, luck, fortune, nothing; that would mean he went through all of this because it was 'meant to be.' How could any misfortune be meant to be? It was life, and the helplessness of people to react at all.

    The glance Elizabeth threw towards the clock brought him back to the present time, and after a few exclamations, began running up the stairs. What the hell? "What the fuck is going on?! I'm not even finished!" he said after her, but Jake wasn't one to yell in the morning, so he began to eat quickly, so he could catch up to her and ask her what was going on. He began to study the clock, when he realized that they were probably supposed to be at the Nox's soon, or whatever. He didn't even know why they were going; why didn't anyone tell him these things?

    Right after he finished eating, Riley sat in the chair across from him. Oh, this guy. Jake didn't care much about him, and for the most part pretended he didn't exist. The guy got on his nerves, but they lived together, and he didn't want to stress Elizabeth out by beating up one of their housemates. So when he began to make jokes about their needing to leave, pointing out that Jake was already running behind and that he was just so incompetent, he didn't say anything. He met Riley's gaze, his face blank, and left.

    Jake made his way upstairs and dressed. By then, Elizabeth was already waiting for him, having lectured him like he was a child. Honestly, it was fucking ridiculous. He wasn't a two year old; how dare she patronize him? He barely glanced at her as he walked out the door, still annoyed. He was a man... not her student at Sunday fucking school. And he wanted to be treated like one, God forbid.






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    Claire could see Riley getting upset, because of her. Always because of her. She wanted to reach out and reassure him, tell him, No, it's not you, it's just.. I'm an idiot, irrational, and I don't deserve to be around you. She opened her mouth several times before he could say another word, already regretting her hasty retreat, but the words wouldn't come; they rarely did. The crippling fear that had come to define her paralyzed her completely, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't want Riley to be upset with her, but it was what she did: she was always affecting people for the worse. She hated it! All she did was bring misery to the people around her, because she was a whore; it was what she did. Claire held back tears, not wanting to make the guilt in Riley's eyes worse, but she didn't think she did a good job. "I... I didn't..." Why wouldn't the words come out? Claire swallowed, looked down at her feet, and didn't try to speak again; she was afraid of what might come out. She didn't want all of her feelings to be spilled over the floor, water and blood and pain intermingled.

    "I'm sorry Claire," Riley said, "I should't have..."

    But he should have. He was trying to treat her normally, and she had been the one to react. Claire bit down on her lip and held back tears of disappointment and remorse. She hated seeing Riley like this. He was normally the livelier of the two, smiling and friendly and admittedly cocky, but at least he was alive. She was dead. She felt useless. The program had done absolutely nothing for her, and she wasn't surprised. She was still the whore, the outcast, the one who deserved all the thrown stones and insults.

    "Well, the point of my waking you up is that there's food downstairs, and we still need to go to the Nox's brunch. So if you want to get ready, well ya..." Riley's voice trailed off, and Claire looked up to meet his gaze. Her stomach felt funny, but she ignored it; she must be sick or something, she hadn't experienced that kind of dip before. She smiled cautiously, but by then he had already looked down. Of course he avoided eye contact; it was only to be expected. The smile fell from her face dramatically, and she watched him leave through sad eyes, eyes that felt void and empty. Just like her soul.

    Claire knew that her thoughts were dreary. She knew that most people thought she was a 'downer,' that she was unnecessarily sad, that she needed to lighten up. But the truth was, nobody seemed to understand the hole she had dug for herself. Nobody could see the truth. It was easier for them to say nice things about her; they hadn't lived with her their whole lives. She knew all of her thoughts, her actions, her past... and she knew it was tainted, and she was tainted, and completely unworthy of everything around her. She knew the truth, at least. Nobody knew the full story, not one of them. Not one of them had to deal with seeing their shameful selves in the mirror, knowing everything that had happened inside of her.

    She dressed, noting the muted, dark colors of her wardrobe. She didn't like to stand out much; she had gotten enough attention in her life. She walked downstairs quietly, and tapped Riley's shoulder tentatively. "I'm... I'm ready," Claire murmured, keeping her eyes downcast. She had never said his name before, as if saying 'Riley' would solidify the relationship they had. She was afraid of the bond that was beginning to form between them, the feelings she had begun to develop towards him. She didn't want any relationships, she only wanted somewhere to stay until she could find a way to be alone forever. It was the reason she was at the program.

    But then again, she was on her way to a brunch with a lot of people all around her... the program probably hadn't been the best idea. She was beginning to have feelings she'd never felt before, she was constantly aware of her shame, wearing it like a badge she hid behind. Claire was beginning to feel even more lost; the program was full of good people, people who had never reached the depths of hell on earth, and it was like looking into a well of what could have been, if she had been a good person, too. But she wasn't. And she was trapped, with a man she was beginning to care about, God forbid. And worst of all? Claire had no idea how to get out.

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Riley huffed softly as he was ignored by Jake, not quite wanting a fight, but sort of wanting some kind of reaction. When someone softly tapped his shoulder, he looked back to see Claire. Really he already knew that it was Claire, mainly because Beth wouldn't lighly tap his shoulder if she wanted his attention and Jake most likely wouldn't demand much of Riley's attention. Riley gave a wide, cheerful grin that was usual of him, "Ah, you look amazing as always." he picked his keys off the counter, "I'll drive, seeing as it seems we are being abandoned by Beth and Jake." he said grinning. While he questioned the thought of taking seperate cars, he was fine with the thought of having extra time alone with Claire. She seemed to always be more comfortable just around a single person rather than a crowed enviornment. And anything she seemed to prefer, Riley practically lived on providing it for her, something he wasn't afraid of letting her know. He held out a hand for her to take, silently hoping she did just to establish contact. He walked to his car, opening the passenger door for her and just trying to be as gentelmanly as possible. Riley definetly felt the need to make it up to her after how he had screwed up this morning.