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Scandalous Young Things

Scandalous Young Things

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Congratulations! You are now part of the talented cast of XOXO, a better version of Gossip Girl. But you don't know you're being taped behind the scenes, and the 'sweet, trustworthy worker' was hired to bring you down, down, down. Hey, it's show business.

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Introduction

L i G H T S

C A M E R A



A C T i O N


You're on top of the world, and you have everything anyone could want: money to feed the entire world (not that you ever would, of course) for a week, an impressive resume that includes pages of bestselling movies, and drop dead gorgeous looks. Now imagine this: You're invited to be part of the cast of a new TV show titled XOXO, a TV show that tells the story of eight teenagers who are best friends, living in Malibu. They are relatively normal kids. Well, except for the fact that they're pretty damn rich and somehow manage to have sex millions of times without getting STD's or pregnant more than once.

This is going to be a hit! Bigger than 9010, Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl! Everyone's going to be watching, and you better have the skills to make the emotions look pretty damn real and raw. And of course, you do; how else did you make it past callbacks?

But here's the thing: You're also being taped behind the scenes, part of a new reality TV show. Rumors will be spread by paid crew members who were hired to create drama and tension between the cast. You're going to fall in and out of love millions of times, have hurried hook ups that are going to be taped; let's just say you have absolutely no privacy. You entered thinking you would be able to handle it all, thinking after all the years you've spent doing reality TV shows, movies... Well, you can handle it, right? No biggie.

Yes biggie. A huge biggie. You better be ready, because there's going to be more drama backstage than on the show! Especially when you don't know the reality TV show is going on.

C A S T

this is completely updated. if someone is taken, then it says so here. if someone is open, then it says so here.
If you would like to join and all the characters are taken, please contact me. I will add more characters if people continue to show interest!


THE ACTORS
Age | Character played in XOXO* | Actual Character traits** | Face Claim | Availability
*The character played in XOXO does not reflect the character's personality.
** The actual character you're playing (in the roleplay, NOT in XOXO)'s personality.


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27 | The Heart breaker | Cold, distant, unattached | FC: Paul Wesley | TAKEN by UCTigerette

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25 | The Jokester | Secretive, tainted, all-seeing | FC: Penn Badgely | TAKEN by JokerofSpades

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26 | The Friend-zoned | Heart breaker, flirty, badass | FC: Colton Haynes | TAKEN by OurStars

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26 | The Douchebag | Loud, hilarious, uninterested in relationships, platonic or otherwise | FC: Matt Lanter | TAKEN by Geekly

THE ACTRESSES

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25 | The Nice Girl | Prima bitch, determined, headstrong | FC: Barbara Palvin | TAKEN by confidence

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26 | The Party Girl | Unfeeling, 'personality-less,' observant | FC: Lilly Collins | TAKEN by LittleMissGeorgia

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27 | The Fashionista | Witty, snarky, playful | FC: Vanessa Hudgens | TAKEN by BleedingLover

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24 | The Skank | Sophisticated, goal-oriented | FC: Candice Accola | TAKEN by RPGRosa

THE WORKERS
Age | Job given by XOXO producers | Actual Character traits* | Face Claim | Availability
* the most basic description of character; feel free to add more to the character.


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21 | Reality show cameraman | Aspiring photographer, a dreamer, idealist | FC: Samuel Larsen | TAKEN by BleedingLover

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28 | Drama-maker | Aspiring actor, hard-working, friendly | FC: Taylor Lautner | TAKEN by confidence

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27 | Rumor-maker | Doesn't care about people, single-sighted, aspiring musician | FC: Tyler Posey | TAKEN by Colors of Iris

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20 | Rumor-making | Creative, plans to be a writer someday | FC: Claire Holt | TAKEN by CuteAsKaylah

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23 | Rumor-spreading | Sly, quiet, invisible | FC: Taylor Swift | TAKEN by OurStars

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26 | Confidant of actors/actresses & tattle-tale | Sweet, money-hungry, simple-minded | FC: Shailene Woodley | TAKEN by BleedingLover

C O N T R A C T
xx This is literate, so you can either accept to be judged by your words per post count, or send me an example post from the past.
xx Romance and drama is encouraged. Duh!
xx Though sex and drugs and alcohol will be a part of this roleplay, keep it PG-13. Oh, and when you're reserving, please use start with 'Dude, I cannot resist [FC desired here]' (no quotation marks)
xx There will be a separate thread for reservations and such, but you MUST read the OOC thread of information of the show/cast/roles/etc. If you read that, please put at the end of your reservation 'That will be all, roger that.' (no quotation marks)
xx Be realistic. Not every celebrity is a cocky bitch, but not every celebrity will be down-to-earth, doesn't care about money...
xx If you make a Mary Sue // Gary Stue, I will kill you. Seriously.


A P P L I C A T I O N

I don't expect a huge amount of effort on the information about your character if you're an actor/actress (as in, the role they're playing in XOXO), but try not to be completely ... well, one sentence, either. Feel free to add your own formatting, as well! Just provide all of this information somewhere :)

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[b]Full Name:[/b]
[b]Nicknames:[/b] If any.
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Home Town:[/b] Where your character was born and raised
[b]Sexuality:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] As long as you would like. THIS IS THE PART THAT SOUNDS LIKE 'Awesome, pretty, and FANTASTIC.' Not the part that sounds like 'The Loser' or 'The Hulk'

[b]History:[/b] As long as you would like.

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{this section is for actors; feel free to keep it short, it's just to help me a little bit with planning things for later}
[b]Character Name:[/b] Name of character you're playing in XOXO.
[b]Character Age:[/b] Age of the character you're playing in XOXO.
[b]Character Personality:[/b] THIS IS THE PART THAT SOUNDS LIKE: 'The Roleplayer' or 'The Heartbreaker.' NOT the part that sounds like 'cool, weird, big toe'
[b]Character History:[/b] The history of your character.

{if you are a worker, delete the actor part. and add THIS instead! it's only one thing, but it's quite important. if you can come up with more things, feel free to add things that relate to you as a worker.}

[b]Cover Job:[/b]

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The GM of this roleplay hasn't created any rules! You can do whatever you like!

Taking place in...

Malibu, California our primary setting

Welcome to Malibu, California, the place of dreams, XOXO, and a hidden reality show. Only in Malibu, California.

Malibu, California

Malibu, California by confidence

Welcome to Malibu, California, the place of dreams, XOXO, and a hidden reality show. Only in Malibu, California.

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11 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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Eli had found his room with relative ease. He briskly unpacked his belongings, slipping some clothes unto hangers in the closet and others into dresser drawers. After he was finished, the young actor briefly looked around. Eli couldn't hole up in his room forever and didn't plan to either. Though he wasn't sociable, he knew he'd be living and working with the people who were now poring into the mansion. The thought caused even more tension to build in his shoulders. Elias hadn't met his roommates just yet, but knew of their names - Danny Crankshaw, a fellow actor, and Keith Zetler, XOXO's music composer. He didn't mind sharing the room with others, but still wasn't prepared to become all buddy-buddy with the guys. He'd do as he'd always done - focus on his lines, complete his scenes, and live his life. Simple.

Eli slipped out of the room, passing a dark-haired brunette in the process. The guy seemed to be looking for his room as well and Eli did no more than offer a brief nod of acknowledgment before continuing back downstairs to where the group had still seemed to linger. The meeting was to take place in just thirty minutes and as said before, Elias was a punctual man. After rounding the corner back to the kitchen area, Eli spotted several new arrivals - some he recognized, others he didn't. He wasn't sure if he should offer up another introduction to the new additions, but didn't think on it too long. He wouldn't. Instead he headed toward the fridge and pulled out a small bottled orange juice. He eyed and empty stool before walking over and sitting down.

He'd almost felt compelled to speak, wanting to ease the awkward tension he felt. He was sure it was lost on everyone else, but with his distant personality the situation seemed at all sorts of odds. Instead, she twisted the cap on his OJ and took a long swig. He'd almost wished it was something stronger, but Eli didn't drink often. When and if he did, it was always in comfortable situations. This most definitely did not fall into that category. Bottle still pressed to his lips, Eli took the opportunity to look around. A young man with dreads stood next to a cute brunette, and her attractiveness wasn't lost on Eli. The blonde girl and brunette guy that had been present when he'd first arrived were still there, as was Chandler and Will. Though Chandler had taken up a new position on the couch. One guy had disappeared, but two other girls were now there as well. Eli drank it all in. The people were varied in personality, looks, everything. It would make for an interesting time off camera, certainly.

Finally, he spoke up. His words were clipped and short, his tone brief. "It's almost three. Has anyone heard from Robert?" he asked the group, indifferent to the conversations he was interrupting.

12 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Olivia Pershepone Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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    She was bored already, and it was her own doing. Chandler, of course, concealed this fact by leaning back casually against the couch, crossing her legs primly and getting her phone out. Uh... yeah, nothing. Hey, when you're busy being rich, famous, and bitchy, it's hard making friends. So she texted Robert Mann. Hey, Mr. Boss, when are you getting here? She knew he wouldn't reply; he never did check his texts. She tucked her phone back into the pocket of her cover up and stifled a sigh. How boring. So she stared surveying the area. Beach. Nothing special, nothing she hasn't seen before. Average people, none of them good looking. It was time for a chance of scenery. Chandler shifted to get a better view of William. She didn't really care whether he saw her or not; she had the right to check out her coworkers, didn't she?

    Truth be told, he had made her smile. Not beaming, no, but she had smirked at his comment about being Hollywood's favorite bitch, despite her best efforts to suppress it. It wasn't a compliment she took lightly. It took a lot of work to stay away from the pressure to be seen as perfect as a celebrity. How many actresses had already succumbed to that sort of adoration and fan base? Of course Chandler put on her best face for the public. She was accommodating, occasionally friendly, and quick with a laugh, smile, or witty comment. But that was the best face she had: lighthearted and distant. She knew she wasn't a very personable celebrity. She wasn't like some of the others, who had fans crying for them when they went through a divorce, or got fan mail all the time, or had devotedly loyal fans. Chandler's fans loved her because of her talent. Or so she liked to think, anyway. She had no other explanation for the reason why people liked her. She didn't go out of her way to make people feel welcome. She tried to stay away from the 'role model' label. She didn't let fans into her personal life. She did interviews, but kept things very professional and distant.

    It had to be talent, of course. Chandler appraised William as she let her thoughts wander, noting for the second time his good looks. He really was a hottie, and one of the few who barely reacted to her 'uncalled for' comment. And his sarcastic reaction to Nathan's clumsiness had brought a chuckle out of her. She would have to get to know him, that one.

    She ignored Candelaria for now, knowing introductions would be made later on. She wasn't particularly excited about meeting the girl. So what, she was fashionable. It wasn't hard, with all the money celebrities had and the stylists available. What made Candelaria worth talking to was her talent, and Chandler had to give the girl some credit for that. She could act, that one. But then again, so could she. And so could William, who had apparently gone out with the girl for a good while. She glanced at the two of them, trying to assess the atmosphere between them. She couldn't hold back the grin that came to her lips. It would be fun, getting to see their relationship work out. Maybe she would get to see some real life drama between the two, the kind they would be playing out in XOXO.

    A man with dreads walked past her. He smiled at her, which surprised Chandler a little. He was the first person to really smile at her today. The friendly sort, hm? We'll see how long that lasts, she thought. Because put any amount of people together in the same house, and something was bound to happen. It was common knowledge. It was why best friends were recommended to stay away from becoming roommates with each other, so that their friendship would be salvaged. It would definitely be a fun few months. Not that Chandler cared. She was rarely in the middle of a tangled mess. More often than not, she was a target of someone's anger and hatred, but she never got involved personally; she didn't have time to get worked up over another person. Especially when the other person was a worker, or Shrek's wife.

    A girl walked past her. Then another girl, this one a recognizable face that Chandler had no trouble putting a name to: Zara Lexington. Apparently, she was quite the Ice Queen. Well, Ice Queen, meet the Snow Queen. Chandler may not be as hardened as Zara was, but she was definitely as cold. She wasn't expecting the similarity of their inner temperatures to create a bond between them, but it did help her feel a little less out of place. Yes, William seemed to be just as snarky as she was, but how could you count on a boy? No, he would be busy trying to grab the attention of each girl around. Even now, she could see him looking over Zara's backside. Cute.

    She couldn't hear the conversation going on inside, and she didn't care. She'd rather be outside, by herself, in her bikini and cover up. Oh, shit, it was almost three! She had to change! She ignored the others coming in, and walked after another male - a crew worker, again. God, this was getting old. Chandler kept her head high as she walked past the group, ignoring Elias's question, and headed to her bedroom. She refused to go to a meeting clad in a skimpy bikini. God, that would be terrible.

    She changed, into a simple outfit that was prim enough for a meeting, and comfortable enough for her new home. She smoothed down the tank top and tied her hair into a loose bun. The nerves were beginning to work their way into her stomach again; the riveting conversation downstairs had chased them away. She took a deep breath and began studying herself in the mirror. She looked fine. She looked ready. She looked perfect.

    As usual.






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    It was awkward, to say the least. Drake rubbed the back of his head regretfully, wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. But if he hadn't, he would have felt off balance for the rest of his time here. He wasn't the man to stand aside while a lady got insulted; he had been raised better, even with an alcoholic father and a perpetually working mother.

    "It's not even three o'clock and I already have an enemy. Thanks, Drake right?" Fiona asked, beginning to fuss with her hair. He noticed her trembling, and felt a pang of sympathy. Poor girl. She had done nothing but play with her hair, and was antagonized by Chandler for it. It wouldn't do much; from what he could tell, Chandler wasn't exactly the person whose opinion set someone's social class. She hated everyone, didn't she?

    He shook his head at her. "Yeah, it's Drake. Don't worry about Chandler. And you don't have to thank me, the knight in shining armor thing is just something I do," he said with a wink.

    Before he could say more, Candelaria Flores walked in. He shut his mouth immediately and kept his gaze on her steadily. Gosh, she was gorgeous. He began to smile as a memory began to take form.

      "Drake, do you feel like watching a movie?" Rita asked, flopping down on the couch besides her boyfriend, who was flipping through the channels lazily.

      "Sure, what's out?" he asked, his eyes moving from the TV screen to smile down at the girl beside him. She was short, with curled brown hair and brown doe eyes, and he was crazy about her. They had only been dating for a month now, but they were already living together. Probably because he had nowhere else to go. Either way, it was nice to have her around.

      "The movie with Candelaria Flores is out!"

      "Candel-who?" he gaped at her, his features arranging themselves into an aghast expression. "Is that some code name for that guy on Beauty and the Beast?"

      "What?" Rita wrinkled her nose at him, her eyes dancing. "No, Candelaria! She's an actress!"

      "Oh. Well, alright. Let's go." Drake turned the TV off and stood, stretching his arms and pulling Rita up beside him. He threw one arm over her lazily and kissed her temple. "You look really nice today, babe," he murmured in her air. She giggled and swatted him away, mock-frowning.

      "Stop that, or else we'll end up making out and not watching a new movie! By the end of it, you'll be salivating over her. She's gorgeous. I haven't met a guy who hasn't masturbated to her."

      "Um, Rita, I don't want to know you talk about masturbating with other guys. We'll see if I feel any sparks between me and Candel. Let's go."

    Rita had been right; by the end of the movie, he was convinced that he and Candelaria Flores were going to get married. He had teased Rita endlessly, making her play-jealous with his claims of leaving her for the actress. And now... now, it felt a little weird to be around her in person. Surreal. Surreal, but nice. When he first found out he was going to be around Candelaria, he had smiled and thought back to that moment. He felt no bitterness towards Rita, though she probably felt bitter towards him. No matter. He was here now, with Candelaria Flores.

    "Candelaria, it's nice to meet you. I'm Drake," he said, waving from his spot by the refrigerator. He hoped no one wanted a drink, because he had already gotten comfortable, and didn't feel like moving. Gosh, she was just beautiful. This felt so strange. He couldn't stop thinking about Rita, being around this girl. She didn't even know it, but she had been a part of his relationship with her. Her name had been a long-standing inside joke between the two of them. He would tell Rita she looked beautiful... but he thought she would look better if she cut her hair like Candelaria. And every once in awhile, Rita would buy a magazine with Candelaria on the cover and give it to him. One time, she got it for him as his birthday gift. They had even framed that birthday magazine cover, for the fun of it.

    Weird. Just weird.

    "Welcome to the island, Candlestick," William said from his spot in the doorway. Well, how awkward. Hadn't the two of them dated? He mentally shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't his business. He did recall hearing Rita talk about it, but by that time, the two had already been on the rocks, him feeling distant and Rita, in turn, becoming clingier. It had been a pathetic attempt to bring some of the previous spark and fun into their relationship, he recalled. Yes, she had tried to bring back the teasing, and he had only smiled fondly at her and ruffled her hair, like she was his kid sister. He felt a little soft pang of guilt. Poor Rita. He had apologized, and tried to make it up by her, but the two of them knew they were over.

    It wasn't his fault. He couldn't control his feelings, he really couldn't. But this William... he was different. He didn't give a shit about the girls he fucked and ran out on, didn't ever feel the nostalgia he was feeling now, didn't ever think back on a fun date and smile affectionately. He didn't ever try to work things out. He just bailed before he had to face the damage he was bound to create. A deep dislike settled over him. Part of it had to be this recollection of Rita, and the guilt he was feeling for doing what William basically did: fuck and run. It had been more emotional for him, but at the very core was the same issue: commitment. It shamed him to be anything like William.

    His gaze drifted to Candelaria. Perhaps it could change. But what was he thinking? She was an actress; he was an aspiring actor, desperate enough to go under the guise of a handyman to get even the smallest connection to Hollywood. He was pathetic.

    Jasper walked in then. Grateful for the distraction from the direction his thoughts were heading, Drake nodded right back at the man. He liked Jasper. Not so much in the 'bros for life' way, but he could see it heading towards that direction. He was certainly one of the more likable people here, anyway. He waved at Gabriella when she walked in, but otherwise decided to stay out of the social interaction for the next few introductions. If too much conversing led to something like the Chandler-Fiona fiasco, then he would rather sit in the sidelines, thank you very much.

    Zara Lexington was next. She didn't say much, to Drake's relief, and instead started talking to Fiona. Drake let his mind start to wander, predicting what would happen in the next few months. Wait, forget that, it was a daunting task, and he didn't feel up to imagining the temper tantrums that were bound to come soon. Wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice another crew walker walk by them and leave, and though he heard William's comment, didn't think much of it. Who cared what that guy thought, anyway?

    "Looks like I'm not the last one here, my flight was hella delayed, thought for sure I would be," he heard. He turned to look at the speaker. Olivia Pershephone. She was playing the Skank, if he could recall correctly. Again, proof that actors had to play someone entirely different from themselves often. She didn't seem to be the slut, or anything close to it. More like the sweetheart of a small town. He smiled, though his smile was beginning to feel a little tired. Too many introductions for one day.

    "Drake Wesley," he said simply. He was suddenly tired of his own name, and the repetitive routine this was becoming. He yawned and took another sip from his water bottle. He wanted to leave, but he still felt like the host of this first meeting. Thus, he stayed. But nothing else happened after; only Elias walked in and asked where Robert Mann was.

    Drake checked his watch and noted that it was, indeed, close to 3 o'clock. He shrugged his shoulders at Eli, and then straightened, clearing his throat to gather attention. "I've been here for awhile," he said, and without explaining why exactly he had been granted permission to board there early, continued, "and Robert Mann showed me where the meeting will be held. You guys can follow me." He began walking to the conference room. He had personally added in more chairs, and the effect was one inner circle of the actors, and small chairs against the wall of the room for the crew workers. Robert Mann wanted the crew workers there for obvious reasons, but he had apparently told the actors that he didn't want to have two separate meetings for both groups, and would be combining them.

    He opened the door to the conference room and motioned for the people behind him to walk in. "Come on in."

    "Gladly," Chandler said, her voice dignified and calm. He saw the hint of a mocking smirk on her lips, and sensed that she was making fun of him, with her long stride and confident raise of the eyebrows. Drake physically bit back a sigh.

    She really was trying to make him blow up, wasn't she?

12 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Olivia Pershepone Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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And then, somewhere between the croons of all the lonely people and where do they all come from, it hit him.

Elias Montgomery.

Yes, that was right. Elias Montgomery. The other one of Keith's assigned roommates. Which made zero sense, by the way. There was no reason in hell for Mann to be giving him two roommates—no logic, no rationale. Why not that Duck fellow, or the…the Rasper guy? Not that Keith had met either of them, but even then they seemed far better, far saner choices than him. Him, the antisocial person. The anti-people person. Ugh, the entire arrangement was so poorly planned out, it was like Mann had just drawn names out of a hat or something…

…Come to think of it, that was what had probably happened. Either that, or Mann had misplaced his brain.

Anyway. As his roommate, Montgomery was another guy whom Keith had been forced to cyber-stalk. (At the library, that is. Because, again, he didn't have a computer.)

Overall, Keith hadn't found much. Montgomery's profile was far less colorful than Crankshaw's had been. Actor. Home-schooled. Florida kid. No sordid scandals, no tragic backstory, no illicit love affairs. All the signs pointed to a perfectly normal guy, which, ironically, made him something of an abnormality. Indeed, Montgomery seemed almost a halfway decent human being—a true rarity in this tawdry junkyard of a thing that was show business. Seriously, with that clean record, he was pretty much a saint compared to all his peers. Especially those who wore scandals on their sleeves like ornaments of pride.

Unlike Keith, Montgomery didn't seem to realize they were roommates. In fact, the actor only offered him a curt nod before continuing on to his business. Keith raised an eyebrow at the man's retreating figure, the suddenness of Montgomery's departure leaving him no time to formulate a proper response. It was as if the man didn't expect him to respond or even care.

Cold. Distant. Zero conversation. Minimum human interaction.

Now here was a guy he might just be able to stand.

Hefting his shoulder bag, Keith turned to enter the room Montgomery had just exited. It was almost three o'clock, and there were a few things he wanted to bring along with him to Mann's little assembly. From his bag, he once again withdrew his battered music folder, as well as a notebook and pen for writing notes.

Just because he wasn't looking forward to this meeting, didn't mean he wasn't going to take it seriously.

Stashing his bag away with the rest of his possessions, Keith exited his room and headed downstairs, where he found a congregation of people who seemed in the midst of some terribly important migration. Like a flock of self-absorbed peacocks, he thought wryly, complete with a Duck at its head. Sighing, he moved to follow them. From a distance, of course.

Idly, he counted heads. Chandelier and Candelabra. Wilbur and Rasper. Winona and Elias. And a few others who looked somewhat familiar, but whose names he could not quite remember. Vaguely, he noted that Crankshaw was not yet here. Strange, that. Perhaps he'd gotten lost.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to reach the conference room.

"Come on in," the Duck was saying, moving his arms in an elaborate, gentlemanly gesture.

"Gladly," the Chandelier girl replied silkily, a smirk on her lips and a strut in her step. Keith almost snorted. Definitely a peacock, this one. Unsurprising, given her occupation.

He waited for the crowd to enter before walking in without a word, making sure to choose the seat farthest away from civilization. Civilization being, of course, the central table. Shifting his notebook to his other arm, Keith leaned back in his chair and eyed the table critically. How bothersome. All posh, glassy sheen and unnecessary floral decorations. Why anyone would put such awkwardly tall vases on a table was beyond him. It really served no other purpose than to obscure people's vision, and the flowers would eventually wither and die anyway. It was all so terribly impractical.

Then again, this was Mann they were talking about. King of impracticality. And who was Keith to question the madness that ran through the director's veins?

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It seemed that the girl he had asked was either quiet, or clueless as to what he was asking. In hindsight, it probably was a bad idea to ask a complete stranger, but who else was he going to ask? The taxi across the street? Certainly not - he would probably get charged for the info, if the taxi's here were anything like where he grew up. He could have asked the cashier when he had been in the cafe, but she probably would have just stared at him with those weird eyes, and then told her the location of her own house. He waited patiently however, as he watched her face go through some highly interesting expressions. Mostly, though, she seemed to be confused and guarded, probably not used to having a stranger asking her directions to a place she has never heard of. It was weird though, since he was used to either people just brushing him off, or them recognizing him as the Nobody. This lady, on the other hand, did neither. That intrigued him: why was she confused?

He almost gave up and tell her to forget it and continue on with her life when he heard her speak in a sweet, quiet voice. Are you going to the mansion? The question now turned the tables on Danny: his face looked a little startled by the question for a multitude of reasons. For starters, Danny had been under the impression that the whole estate/mansion location would be kept under wraps and all, since they didn't need fans rushing the house for their 'celebs'. It was also confusing, as this was her answer to his need of assistance, somehow knowing exactly where he was needing to go.

A small smirk formed on his lips as he drew two seperate conclusions. One was that she was an avid fan-girl of his shows: thing was that she wasn't acting like a fan girl at all. Most fan girls got really shy or hyper when he met them: she simply stayed the same, quiet way she had before. So probably not. The other was that she was going to be one of the workers he heard Mann talk of. Since the later made more sense at the moment, he began basing all of his compiled information off of this idea, and watched her begin to write things down. He frowned a little at the idea: he would much rather somebody tell him the directions, commit them to memory than right them down.

He waited for her to finish more of the directions, and then faked clearing his throat in an attempt to stop her and get her attention. "Y'know, it would probably be easier if you just showed me the house, seeing as you already know where it is. Besides..." He pulled out his phone to check the time, and gave a sad sigh. Almost three. How in the hell had that happened?! "It's almost three o clock." He shoved his phone back in his pocket, and readjusted his duffel bag, which had been sitting on his shoulder the entire time. How he had fit all of his clothing in a single duffel bag amazed Danny to no end. Sure, he had done it before, but it never ceased to amaze him. He then took a sip of tea while he waited for her response, hoping she would just agree with his idea and take him straight. In truth, he did just want to get there ASAP, but at the same time he wanted to get to know this girl more.

After all, he had placed her accent, and realized why she sounded familiar. Good ol' Chicago. Even when gone, it always seems to find him. However, that didn't mean that his judgement of her was accurate: all he really knew about this girl was that she was from Chicago, and quiet. For all he knew, she could be just another person that doesn't handle questions very well. He hoped he was right though, so that it didn't get more awkward than it already was.

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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Robert Mann Character Portrait: Olivia Pershepone Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Danny Crankshaw Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery Character Portrait: Presley Floyd
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Yet another entry is made, this time a blonde girl with a rather sunny smile and a relatively familiar face. He thinks about it for approximately half a minute before recalling her from a movie with Alec Baldwin. From what he can recall at that moment, she has the tendency to play sexier parts, and yet is known for being a prim and proper little Southern miss. He's not sure where from the South she comes from, but has heard somewhere or another that she is indeed from that region of the US. This is only confirmed by a slight drawl in her voice, the accent only slightly noticeable, and only in a single word of her sentence. "Looks like I'm not the last one, my flight was hella delayed, thought for sure I'd be," she explains, smirking despite the fact that nothing about her says smug or sarcastic. Her sentence, itself, is rather simple and dull- other than the accent, the young woman isn't making much of an impression on the Hollywood A-lister leaning against the wall. Still, her somewhat prudish reputation does present some manner of a challenge to the infamous player, and he does like a challenge- what's the point otherwise? Will has always been the sort who prefers the chase to actually holding the prize, partially influenced by a broken relationship between his parents and by his dislike of commitment and consistency. Although the young man isn't actually very big on quotes, there is one by the Irish Playwrite and Author Oscar Wilde that he rather likes: Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. Though he isn't much for having his nose stuck in a book, even Will cannot deny that Wilde was a king of smartasses in his time, and cannot help but appreciate such a fact.

When Nathan speaks once more, Will is torn between being glad that he is leaving and irritated by that childishly huge smile that the klutzy actor has. It seems that he has adopted the condition of feeling that every action of a person he's decided to dislike is offensive. Still, this does not wipe the ever-present smirk from the fact of the handsome man, because he really isn't one for allowing such an expression to disappear from his face- it's like a trademark of his, the blue steel to his Zoolander, although just a tad less. . .ridiculous. When Nathan has left, Will turns towards Olivia and greets her with a nod, but doesn't feel the need to introduce himself- everyone is already aware of his identity, after all, that much is clear. Or at least, Will fancied this to be true, and it most likely was- there are a few stars in the room, but he, Chandler and Candelaria burn the brightest in terms of fame. Each in their own way, of course, but each command the attention of those around them in some form or another, this is an indisputable fact. Whether it be the noticeable personality, cutting tongue, or eye-catching good looks, which all of them had in their own ways, things about the trio had a great presence. Of course, Zara has the same demanding aura about her, but her quietness and seeming lack of personality seem to disqualify her from the rankings.

The quiet man, who had swept through the group without a word in greeting, returns downstairs with a look of importance on his face. The actor doesn't seem the type to waste words, nor the sort who would voluntarily interact with others at all, for that matter. An antisocial air seems to hang over him, though it almost seems more of a preference than a tragic fate, giving him the image of indifference and cool intellect. "It's almost three. Has anyone heard from Robert?" the actor asks, voice clipped and rather business-like. He must do fantastic in interviews, Will thinks sarcastically, though he automatically glances towards the clock and notes that it is very near to three indeed. He'd rather hoped to get the meeting over with and such, and wonders when Mann will arrive.

As these wonderings pass through his mind, Chandler passes by him and ascends the stairs, presumably to either escape the radiating atmosphere of what surely must be slightly forced cheerfulness or to change out of the little number she is currently wearing- little being a generous term for the cover-up and bikini set. Not one to deny himself the appreciation of finer things, Will's eyes follow her for a moment before returning to the group, specifically Drake. The staff worker has apparently been living in the house for a bit, probably setting things up, and so is able to lead the group up to the meeting room. As he invites people to walk in, Chandler makes a little sarcastic quip and enters with a smirk and an arrogant stride. Definitely hot, Will observes with a smirk of his own, feigning a tip of the hat to Drake before entering the room.





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This is apparently her turn to surprise the man before her, as her mention of the mansion seems to take him off guard for a moment, obvious by his startled expression and the thoughtful look that follows it as he zeroes in on the best explanation for how she knows about a location supposedly kept under rather tight wraps. There is a second between the point where she decides to reveal to him why she knows about the place, if only to prevent any further misunderstandings, and when a smirk forms on the man's face. Her mouth had almost opened, but remains tightly sealed as she watches the evolution of his expression, from lost to smug and then to a frown. She only notices the frown when she glances up from writing down the instructions on the little notepaper, finishing it off with a small note in the margin. Normally, she is not one for any sort of wasteful motions, not even excess words or movements, as seen by her almost eerily stillness when she ceases writing, but the young woman does have the habit of adding helpful hints and minuscule sketches in her instructions, if only for the sake of aiding whomever it is that the note is intended for. His frown confuses Presley, who gives him a quizzical look in return, blonde bangs covering her expressive eyebrows and slightly lessening the affect of her expression.

He clears his throat then, not doing a very impressive job of making it seem realistic, though she doubts that he was going for realism in the cliche and exaggerated gesture. After all, realistic is slightly less likely to grab the attention -for most people, anyway. Everything seems to grab her attention, if only as some sort of compensation for her own inability to do so. "Y'know, it would probably be easier if you just showed me the house, seeing as you already know where it is," he addresses her, and Presley begins to put away her notebook immediately, not wasting time if the course of action is to be changed. He checks his phone whilst she does this, and announces that it is almost three o'clock. She is still looking down, shoving the notebook into her bag, and her eyes widen slightly at this news. Damn it, I really need to get a watch or something. Almost three? I should have left earlier. The place is seven minutes or so from here. . .by bike. Brilliant- absolutely fantastic. Now if only the TARDIS could just show up and drop me off a few minutes early. How long is it by foot? Fifteen? Twenty? she stifles a sigh and composes her anxious expression before looking back up at Mr. Crankshaw.

"Right. Mustn't be late. Follow me," despite the softness of her voice, the last bit seems to come off almost like an order rather than a request, and she is soon turned around and walking towards the place. Although she may be relatively sweet and such, she is also very cautious about both people and her work, and terrible at small talk to boot- it is far safer to keep the conversation brief and move quickly, for the sake of punctuality and not seeming terribly awkward. She expects him to fall into step with her, and slows until he does so, which is relatively soon. He doesn't seem to type to be slow in picking things up, at least based on their brief encounter, and this is something she appreciates. Kind and unassuming as she may be, the young woman does rather dislike it when people take a millennium and a half to realize things and react appropriately. A small pet peeve of hers, perhaps. Presley's gaze slides over to look at Mr. Crankshaw out of the corner of her eyes, trying to decide whether to introduce herself. It is probably appropriate, at best, although he has not asked and very well may not care. Deciding not to give information that may not really be wanted, she remains silent. To her, all silence is fairly comfortable, but she realizes that this may not be the case for others. Should I break it? Better wait and see, she decides in the end. The walk therefore continues.

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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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The first person to introduce themselves to Laria was Nathan. When he told her his name she nodded. Not long after she could see a blonde girl come over to the Latina and smile at her before introducing herself, "I'm Fiona, Mr. Mann's assistant. Nice to meet you," Laria offered a small smile and was about to speak before Fiona spoke again. "Ok that was really formal, let me start over I'm Fiona but my friends call me Fi or FiFi," She shrugged, "FiFi?" She asked herself in her head. She never heard that nickname before. "I prefer not to be called by my first name, because as you can saw people reference it to Shrek. She raised an eyebrow as she looked around the room and went back to Laria. "Shrek? How can someone compare you to Shr-- Nevermind, I got it. Ok, no problem." She said with a smirk on her face once getting the reference, the only reason she had think about it was because she only saw that movie once. It wasn't her type of movie. She like classics... Not, cartoons.

She then heard someone say something to her as he looked towards the kitchen to see Drake waving at her. "Candelaria, it's nice to meet you. I'm Drake," She gave him a small smile before giving a small wave back and speaking to him with a simple, "Hi."... Was that all she could say? She was around of the most attractive men she has ever seen, and she's been in a movie with Channing Tatum. Yet, all the Latina girl could say.... was hi? Don't get me wrong, she wasn't turning insecure but she was too close to it for her liking. No, Candelaria Flores was not insecure, over a guy she didn't even know at that.

Other than that, bizarre feeling she wasn't used to feeling. The feeling of looking at him in the corner of her eyes before looking back in front of her, or how she kept messing with her perfectly painted light blue nails. Everything seemed to be going fine, almost everyone seemed rather decent, she already had her eyes on someone, and best of all William hadn't said a word toward her since she walked right past him when entering the house. Maybe it would stay like that for awhile or at least an hour. Until she heard the one voice she could tell out of anyone, the one that had the small Irish accent she used to wake to after a "restless" night before, if he didn't wake her up when he was getting up so freaking early in the morning! "Welcome to the island, Candlestick," Of course, he had to go and call her that. Candlestick, it wasn't the worst nickname she was ever given. It was just something he started to call her by when they were filming together and through their relationship, she sort of got used to it...

She looked at the ceiling for a moment before putting a smirk on her face and turning towards William in her ankle white bootie boots. She looked at him and let out a small chuckle. "Aw, thank you, Willy. And as always, it a pleasure to see you again." She said with a raised eyebrow. She felt no sadness towards the younger man, not in the slightest bit. he was just a bit bitter over him cheating on her, not that she didn't see it coming but, she didn't think it would be right after the movie ended or that it would actually hurt as much as it did. She hasn't really said a word to William since that day they broke up, sure she saw him around in magazines and even saw him at premieres of movies they both attended seeing that they were both well known by a lot of people.

Laria looked at Zara as she entered the house and went directly to Fiona to tell her something. Laria didn't know what it is but to be frank it probably wasn't any of her business anyway. She heard Will saying something and turned her head towards him to see a guy walk right past him to go up stairs, "Well, isn't he friendly,". She let out a small scoff and rolled her eyes once more. She couldn't help it, being around Will just made her roll her eyes at him and the things that came out of his mouth. Laria saw Elias come back into the room and ask about Mr. Mann. And, to be honest, she was wondering the same thing. And not long after she heard Drake reply to him, "I've been here for awhile and Robert Mann showed me where the meeting will be held. You guys can follow me." She wondered why he stayed longer than the rest of them. She was just curious about a lot of things in life.

When she started to see him walk towards the conference room, she followed. She wanted to say something to him but by the time she was about to say it, the group had made it to the room where the conference would be held. Drake told them to go in and Chandler walked right past him with a quick, "Gladly." She didn't know how to make out Chandler for some reason. she wasn't that cut an dry to just go head and call her a bitch. And, after the younger actress entered, Will wasn't far behind with that signature smirk on his face. She fixed a piece of her black hair before going into the room and offering Drake a smile as she did. She didn't say anything, mainly because she didn't know what to say to him with out it either being one word or her accent coming out like it aways did when she was around new people who caught her eye, mostly guys. She walked into the room and took a seat far from William just so nothing would come up between them. She was professional in a meeting and it he wanted to start something after, fine. Just not now.

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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Keith Zetler Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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Jasper watched as more and more people came into the house, mostly cast members. Like Zara Lexington, the girl who was surprisingly playing the party girl. For someone who rarely showed emotion, or spoke for that reasoning, she must be a good actress and very believable in roles. He watched with his dark brown eyes as the quiet girl walked over to Fiona, a girl he didn't know much about. At least not yet, all he knew was the Gabby didn't really like her and she made that perfectly clear to both Jasper and their other guy friend, Drake. But, in his opinion, she seemed like a rather likable girl. Not that he would even think of disrespecting her even if he didn't like her. He just couldn't.

He could hear William say something just as Keith walked right past him up the stairs. Keith, another person he didn't know much about except that the Hawaiian and Keith were probably polar opposites of each other. Something that rarely worked out for the best. He looked William as he said something to his ex-girlfriend and co-star, Candelaria. That had to be awkward for the both of them, or at least for one of them. And, if not, he could feel the tension that the Latina was giving off to him as Jasper saw her attention go from Drake to Will. Oh, God. Hopefully, they would be able to build a bridge and get the Hell over it because he had to share a room with the guy and if he had to hear them arguing... he was going to lose his very long temper.

He could see Will nod towards him, well at least he didn't hate him. For now at least, hopefully it would stay that way. Because, he may have been taller than Will but, he still could probably win in an actual fight between the two. No one was that big of an ass without getting into a few fights. "Looks like I'm not the last one here, my flight was hella delayed, thought for sure I would be." He looked at the door and could see a really good looking blonde coming inside the house. He couldn't help but smile as she talked. There was just something that set her apart from the others girls. From what he learned about her, she was in no way a slut like her character. She was actually the opposite of that, thank God. Looking at her, he could feel Gabby smirking up at him with her teeth showing a bit.

"Shut up, Gabriella." He said to her under his breath before clearing his throat. He looked over at Drake and could see him looking at Candelaria. It was nice to see that if you like or felt something for someone, no matter the age, you couldn't hide it if you tried but, at least with Candelaria and Drake they were a year apart, but with himself and Olivia... she was three years older than him. Which felt a bit strange. He attention went back on to Drake as he answered Elias question about Robert Mann. "I've been here for awhile and Robert Mann showed me where the meeting will be held. You guys can follow me." Jasper knew that Drake stayed at the house longer but he wasn't close enough to the man to ask why. And, the only reason he knew was because he had to check all the cameras he put in the house.

Jasper grabbed his two camera bags and followed behind the group. After William, Chandler, and Laria went into the room he went into the conference room before taking a seat that was against the wall. He slipped the two bags off of his shoulders and gently onto the floor before messing with the bracelets on his arms.

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Danny noticed that her eyes had gotten wide at his statement of time, and was glad that his presumptions had been correct. After all, who was he to know what the hell she did? For all he knew, she could have been a well informed tour guide. But that was easily dismissed by her instant change of posture. She seemed slightly agitated, but more anxious to get moving by his statement more than anything. Danny was then taken for another confusing twist when she opened her mouth once again to speak.

Right. Mustn't be late. Follow me. Danny wasn't sure if she was ordering him around now, or was just being extremely blunt in telling him to hurry his ass up. Regardless, his dazed expression by the oxymoron of the situation - a soft command. Weird, right? - she spun around and started walking in a direction that he could only assume was towards the estate. He instantly fell behind, and shook himself back into reality to catch up to her, nearly letting a simple "Alrighty then, Sergeant.' get out of his mouth before shutting it quickly. Didn't need to get off on the wrong foot with a girl that seemed to just want to do her job the best that she could. Now, he wasn't all that far behind her, since his little moment only lasted a few miliseconds. However, it was enough for her to begin a slowing down period in her pacing, which urked him slightly. In barely any time at all he was in step with her pacing, which was a brisk walk (yeah, he noticed that sort of thing too..)

Danny didn't mind the silence of the walk as they continued down the path towards the estate. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, since it was rare for silence to appear in his line of work. Silence was the best way to keep secrets, and he kept a lot of them tucked away by merely not stating a thing. However, regardless of her quiet demeanor, Danny was quite unsure if she was comfortable with it: he assumed that she was, seeing as how she didn't seem awkward or anything, but Danny always remembered the golden rule. Never assume, for it makes an ass out of you and me.

So, instead of being a normal socialite, he decided to do a little probbing. Yeah, he was skeptical of the cute blonde to his side. It wasn't his fault that he rarely could trust a stranger: it came with his history. So, at the moment, still not knowing her name, he broke the silence. "Well, I'm Danny, but I have a hunch that you already knew that." He took a sip of his tea while staring straight ahead, letting that sink in for a few seconds before continuing. "So, you think you can let me in on the secret of your name?" He turned a little towards the lady as he spoke. This was his normal way of asking names of others, as to Danny a stranger's name was the first secret they lost to him. After that, it was all circumstantial secrets that he would find out - he really didn't like snooping into other people's business; instead, their business always seemed to find him. It really was depressing at times, knowing all these things that one really didn't need to know. However, Danny knew that it could and would come in handy.

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Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Robert Mann Character Portrait: Olivia Pershepone Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
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Not many paid any mind to Olivia as she entered the kitchen, most of them way to absorbed in herself. She recognized a few significant faces; Candelaria, Chandler, William. All people she had met at premiers or other red carpet events. She doubt they remembered her, they had barely paid any attention to her when they would meet, except when she notices William kept checking her out when she wasn't looking. Mistakenly she looked at him now, catching him as he tried to place a name to her face. Flustered, she was more than happy once Robert showed up, inviting them into the board room.

Watching as most walked past her, Olivia was able to recognize other actors; Elias, Zara, Nathan. Another face struck her as familiar. She had seen the boy with dreads one time when she had a meeting with Robert Mann. Surely it was the same boy in the waiting room as her, there weren't many people who looked like him. Olivia looked to the ground, already in her mind her father's lecture began. Shaking her head, Olivia followed the crowd into the conference room, sitting on the other side of Zara. Olivia had never officially met the girl, she had always seemed so intimidating.

Olivia quietly cleared her throat, leaning toward Zara, "Heard our characters are bfflz, so that means they'll end up hating each other by the end of season 1." She joked, watching the seats fill up, noticing that two were missing. Olivia looked down to the face of her IPhone, the time read 3:07pm. Already they were a little behind.

Olivia enviously glanced over at Chandler and Candelaria, they seemed to command the attention of the room. Although these actresses had a few years on her, Olivia felt a tinge of jealousy that most likely the reason people would tune into XOXO is for them. Not only that but Chandler had gotten the role Olivia had originally auditioned for. If anything Chandler should've been the skank, Olivia thought, and herself the nice girl. It made sense, but Robert Mann was the one running the show.

She thought back to what he said when she called crying, demanding any other role but skank, "You have this sexual energy that's compatible with anyone while you're acting. If I put any other actress in this role the show will flop because the scenes will be cheesy and dull. But with you...it can work." Now she was sure he was just making up some bullshit excuse, but it worked, and she was here now.

Hopefully things wouldn't get too out of hand. Not many people ever pushed Olivia to get angry. Most people thought of her as this docile flower, but she had been through enough for a lifetime. She didn't like to curse, or appear unladylike, but given the situation Olivia didn't mind throwing a punch from time to time. Smirking she remembered as her friend, Cameron, had taught her how to punch. It was just outside of the boxing club he boxed at. He kept saying she was throwing pillows, but when she practiced it on her cousin later that week, she had gotten into trouble when her cousin ran crying to her parents. Snapping back to reality, Olivia looked at Mr. Mann expectantly, crossing her legs gently and propping her elbow onto the table so she could rest her chin onto the palm of her hand.

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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Jasper Alkuino Character Portrait: Drake Wesley Character Portrait: Robert Mann Character Portrait: Olivia Pershepone Character Portrait: Keith Zetler

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3:15PM ~ 4:30PM





    "You all should know this from reading your scripts - as I'm sure you all have done - but here's what I'm planning for XOXO: Elias, who do you play again? Oh yes, that's right, Ryder. To make things simple, Ryder and Veronica, the skank, are going to become friends with benefits, hook up buddies, keeping it a secret from the rest of the group for the hell of it. But Ryder's youngest sister is going to get in a car accident, and Veronica is going to be the only person who is able to get to him. As in, they're going to fight and have hot sex. Predictable, I know. I need the two of you to start the foundation of that bond. I need the two of you to start talking, at least about your characters and the bond they share. I need complete cooperation here, slaves."

    "As for you, Zara... you look particularly beautiful today. Hannah - that's her name, right? - is in love with Ryder. Mostly because he was the only one who didn't pay attention to her. She's constantly throwing parties to catch his attention, and of course he shows up, but instead of kissing her neck, he's fondling some other skank. Uh, not Veronica, Olivia. A random skank, not an important skank like you, sweetheart. So I'm going to need the two of you - Zara and Elias - to try this out. I need you to tell me what needs to work, what needs to change, how well the two of you can act it out. Zara, you must be all over Elias, and Elias, you'll notice, of course, and you'll find it amusing, but... who the hell cares? She's just another chick, right? Another chick you can dick."

    "And you, Candelaria, with the beautiful name, you are essentially playing yourself, am I correct? Bianca, your character, has strong feelings for Joseph - William Hemley, that's you, you're Joseph. You're going to deny it, of course, but the two of you are best friends, and you're always calling him, asking him to hang out with you. For once, Joseph gets to friend zone the one girl who actually has feelings for him, meaning, he's completely oblivious to her feelings and is always nice to you, always going to be with you when you're 'bored' or 'hungry.' The two of you, start buddying up. The two of you are going to be inseparable."

    "But not completely inseparable... Joseph is in love with Veronica, remember? You gotta feel sorry for the guy. He's actually going to catch Veronica and Ryder in the act; I know, it sucks. Your task, William, is to practice being in love with Zara. I don't see how that would be hard for you, the girl's gorgeous, but just tell me how the chemistry goes later."

    "And Nathan ... Trent is in the background in this one. Watching everyone fall apart. You know everything, you see everything, and you're going to be blackmailing all of them. In fact, you've got your eye on little miss Bianca. Of course you're attracted to the girl; she's wealthy enough to catch his eye, right? He doesn't particularly like the girl, the two get into more fights than real conversation, but he finds it fun. He likes it. So, weasel your way into our beautiful Candelaria's life. That shouldn't be hard; she doesn't bite. Not often, anyway."

    "Our favorite jokester, Gregory! Danny, your character is a riot, the scenes we have for him are hilarious. He's intrigued by Cindy, that is, Chandler's character, and is always trying to get some fun out of her, but as fun as she is, Cindy only thinks the two of you are friends - which, right now, the two of them are. But it will grow into something larger, let me assure you. I need you and Chandler learn to be comfortable around each other. Start talking, spend some free time together. Just learn how to relax when the two of you are together, laugh, smile, so that the friendship is natural on camera."

    "And last but not least, Chandler, Cindy Peters is not a very large part in XOXO just yet. She's kind of in the background, but she's going to be the mediator for every relationship. Everyone's spilling their guts to Cindy Peters, because she's the girl who keeps her mouth shut all the damn time. You have the same homework assignment as Danny, but otherwise, that's it. Your time in the spotlight will come later, the screenwriters are still working out the kinks of your grand debut."

    "You guys didn't expect homework, did you? No, you are going to be working your asses off. I expect only the best from you, because I know you're capable of it."

    "Meeting adjourned. Workers, stay after. We have some technical matters to discuss."




    "You heard everything that just happened. You know exactly why I put those people together. Elias and Olivia are not the people you would imagine to be good friends... find a back story for that. Writers, that's for you. Be creative, show me what you got and I might even consider giving you a job. All of the pairs are a little unexpected. Zara and Elias, the silent but beautiful statues... Candelaria and William, the ex-es... I felt a little bad putting them together, really, but the script was originally like that, believe it or not. You can all guess the drama just waiting to be caught on screen. William's bound to try to get Olivia out of her shell, probably into her pants... Danny and Chandler? I know Chandler would most definitely be repulsed at the idea of them having to be friends. Work with it."

    "I want all of you to keep an eye on all of them, but pay a little more attention to your roommate. Or for some of you, roommates, as I announced earlier in the very beginning. If you can, if you're daring, steal a diary entry, a phone, anything. I expect to see results. A meeting will be held in two weeks; bring something big by then."

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The two continue walking in silent, confirming in Presley's mind that the man beside her, Mr. Crankshaw, doesn't mind the comfortable stillness of the air. Well, stillness as far as communication goes, for a light breeze does stir the air now and again, as do the familiar noises of the area: bicycles, chatting tourists, cars driving by, birds singing, etc. Honestly, the sounds aren't that different than what one may find in any neighborhood. Well, perhaps not any neighborhood- there weren't really many birds singing outside of Presley's old front door, but that was because they didn't live in an area where there was much in the way of shrubbery or anything else that could be used for the sort of birds which bother to sing for the world. Not that Presley had ever minded growing up in a more urban area- the pulse of the people on the sidewalks and the constancy of the noise had been a very soothing thing for her as a child, despite her own quiet nature. She doesn't dwell much on such things anymore, but visits home do bring back a certain sort of nostalgia for her home city, and once or twice she has wished that she had gone to a school there rather than here, and then gotten a job in the familiar place. Regrets are soon followed by observations that, even in such a large city as Chicago, one cannot find everything and properly branch out.

Although, this particular neighborhood is slightly lacking in diversity, itself, the blonde young woman notes as she watches yet another pair of white, upperclass people walk by, drinking their Starbucks coffees and chatting cheerfully. Her eyes flicker downwards to observe that the man is keeping pace with her rather easily. He isn't particularly tall, but seems accustomed to walking briskly, just as she is. This is something which she can certainly appreciate. She herself is quick to register his introduction and question, giving him a nod in response to his comment about her already knowing his name. Does that make him uncomfortable? Not knowing something about someone, when they know about him? I didn't really go into too much information on people besides Olivia- hardly any, actually. But it does seem to. I suppose he is the sort who likes to always know something about others, or does so accidentally. That's a bit dangerous, but I can handle it. As soon as we reach the house, I'll melt into the wallpaper as usual, and he won't notice a thing when it's time for me to do my job, even she, observant as she may be, doesn't note the slight bitterness in her own inner voice as she thinks about melting into the wallpaper, as she usually does. It is more of a 'choose-to-ignore' situation, though.

"Yes, Mr. Crankshaw, I know your name," she glances over, seeing that he is now looking at her, waiting for an answer to his inquiry after her own name. For a slight moment, she almost feels as though she is being interrogated, despite the question being so very basic and typical.

"Floyd. Presley Floyd," she informs him, her voice soft but almost business-like in its tone. Of course, her tone is constantly shifting and adapting to the situation, almost like a camouflage of sorts, although it only serves to match the voice to its surroundings. She never even realizes she is doing it, part of what makes her have little to no presence to the average person- the little things, tiny adaptations, that make her seem as though she belongs so much that she is inseparable from the scenery, and thus easily overlooked. I suppose I should tell him what my job is. Well, he hasn't asked, so it doesn't particularly matter, then.

Her thought process, little inner decisions like that, are another thing that make her so bad at small talk. Unless one manages to latch onto a topic she is passionate about, they may have difficulty getting her to keep a conversation going for more than the exchange of basic information. They make it up a hill, and Presley checks her phone for the time. They've been walking for maybe five minutes now and are still, by her estimations, approximately twenty or so minutes away.

We're going to miss the meeting, she notes, glancing up towards the sky for a moment before looking back towards Danny. Of course, they didn't actually miss the meeting in the end, just ended up showing their faces a bit late. When they did arrive, Presley went immediately to sit down in the back, unnoticed by most, as usual. It was long and mostly held information that she already knew, but sat through anyway. By the end of it, including the crew meeting, she has gotten all of the information that she needed, if any of it wasn't already known to begin with.

I suppose it is probably alright that I missed part of it, Presley thinks, standing up slowly and identifying all of the people around her quite easily, able to at least recall first names.

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The meeting was much quicker than she expected, more of a briefing and Mr. Mann rushing the actors out so he could talk to the workers. Olivia gave Rob a strange look as she picked up her own bag and left the room, following the other actors as they streamed out into the hallway and kitchen. Although she was told to try and start laying the ground work for when they were onset, Olivia's main priority was a shower. Elias was on her way to the stairs, and Olivia couldn't help but to admire his chiseled features. She smiled as she halted in front of him, her hand absently reaching behind her own back to grip the opposite arms forearm. "Hey, I know Rob said we should start laying the ground work in now for our onset scenes, but I've had a really long flight and desperate to shower. Would you mind too terribly if we do this all later?" He didn't seem like the type to throw a fit over something so petty, so Olivia didn't feel bad when she grabbed her bag she had left by the door and treaded up the stairs and into the hall. Poking into her rooms, she was able to find the one where her driver put her luggage and in turn, her room. Her bed was exactly as requested: tempurpedic with deep violet Egyptian cotton sheets and a lot of pillows. The bed on the opposite room looked plain compared to hers, her roommate probably didn't have the same sort of benefits the other celebrities did.

Olivia grabbed one of her bags she knew would be the most helpful, dropping it onto her bag and opening it excitedly. From it she withdrew a change of clothes, various accessories and the bag she had prepared to take back and forth from the bathroom. Olivia knew if she let any of the C-Words (Candelaria/Chandler) get to the bathroom before her, she would never get a chance. All these people, there better be more than one bathroom.

She got into the bathroom, thanking the contractors who hadnt been simple when they designed the bathroom. Olivia began to run the tap for the jacuzzi-like bathtub, letting her blonde tresses fall from her clip and staring at herself in the mirror.

What was this sexual charge that everyone in Hollywood seem to see that she couldn't? Olivia sniffed the bath oil set nearby the tap, still watching herself from the corner of her eye, reaching over the tub to pour the oil into the tub lushly. She set the oil down and looked straight back in the mirror quizzically. As she began to take off her shirt, Olivia paused, stopping the process.

When she restarted taking off her clothes, instead she did it slowly, watching herself in the mirror. Seductively she bit her own lip, mussing up her hair as she pulled her shirt over her head. Sure she could act sexy, but even as she stood in front of the mirror, nearly naked, Olivia felt as attractive as a twelve year old boy.

Giving up she shed the last layer, slipping into the warm bath and feeling the oils nourish her skin and melt the tension. Washing herself down didn't waste much time, but lounging around did. Occasionally she'd add a little extra hot water to keep the steam rising off the top, but as her fingers began to prune, she knew it was time to get out.

She changed into her clothes, wrapping up her hair as she returned to her room, folding up her dirty clothes and neatly stacking them in the corner until she went to buy a clothes hamper. Olivia began to set up the dresser placed in her room as a vanity, setting up her own make up mirror and supplies across the surface.

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She blow dried her hair so it laid down smoothly, clipping it back once more and applying little make up, just enough to look polished. In magazines Olivia was mostly the one that fashionista's called, "Simple and Classic" when it came to her fashion taste. Olivia wasn't one to overindulge in anything but Jesus. She chuckled at the thought, her father would be proud.

Olivia withdrew her script for the first time since she crossed into the estate. Her lines were high lighted. She began to flip through the script, stopping at the parts she saw she was in. A part of her winced, there were a lot of sex scenes, mostly with Elias and William. She wished she knew a foreign language to curse in as she rolled her eyes at her shallow role.

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Danny watched her closely after he spoke, but only out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to be intrigued by his question at least, which he guessed was a good thing. He had also noticed that she kept glancing at him as well as he walked, the same way he would do to people when he didn't want to face them directly: apparently it was a smaller world than he had realized, or wanted. Regardless, she simply nodded at his quesiton, and kept silent for a while before giving an answer. For reasons of this, Danny knew not: after all, he barely knew the girl.

Yes, Mr. Crankshaw, I know your name Danny raised an eyebrow slightly at the formality she had given him. Most people that knew him either stuttered out some form of formality, or called him by Danny. It wasn't uncommon for formalities to be just that, but he hadn't been expecting it from a complete stranger. True, he had figured out that she would be working on the set, which would most likely explain her use of formality towards him, but Danny had a knacking feeling that there was more to it. Perhaps she was submissive, easily establishing herself at the bottom of the pyramid? Maybe it was just because she had a job that she felt to be inferior to his own. Danny didn't know yet, he didn't have the information, but he knew it would come. It always did.

Floyd. Presley Floyd. At first hearing her name, Danny instantly recited her name in his head to the theme of the James Bond movies. What? It wasn't his fault that he grew up with a kick ass agent as his iconic hero. Pushing that aside, he mentally rolled the name across his imaginary tongue. Presley Floyd. Flows quite nicely, isn't hard to remember. I like it. He finally came back to reality, having her name run a few more times through his head in her tone. Quite formal as well, just like her earlier statement. Interesting, to say the least. Granted, many people told him that he could get a little too formal, but he brushed them aside: he needed to make up for all the times he said 'Yo', and... well, you get the idea.

"Well, nice to meet you Miss Floyd." He let out softly after his long thought process. If she heard him or not, it didn't register as they reached the top of the hill and Presley checked her phone. Danny had no need to, as he accurately guessed that they had only been walking for no more than 5 minutes. It was weird how Danny could accurately measure how long they had been doing an objective, and yet when it came to times themselves he could never keep up. Throughout the next twenty minutes of walking, Danny thought about very little besides his own situation. There was the fact that he still wasn't very comfortable with being around a bunch of bigwigs with famous names, while he would be stuck at the bottem. It he was correct in the hierarchy system the actors would have set up, he would probably get lumped in with the other workers, if there were any others besides Presley.

When they arrived, Danny muttered something that he wasn't sure if Presley heard or not, but he doubted she would understand it anyway. "Ostavʹ nadezhdu vsyak syuda vkhodyashchiy..." Yeppers, Danny let loose some Russian. Now, for those that don't understand the harsh language, Danny was quoting the most famous line from The Inferno by Dante Alighieri, 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.' With that depressing little entry to the estate, he knew that he was going in with the wrong mindset, but he also knew that this little adventure could turn ugly fast.

Just as Presley did, Danny entered the meeting unnoticed and silent - as stated before, Danny had a serious skill for entering and exiting without being noticed or even cared about. This skill may not be as refined as Presley's seemed to be, for nobody even looked at the girl, even when the meeting ended. Regardless, Danny remained by the door and listened to the 'ever glorious' Robert Mann speak about their jobs and such. As Rob continued on his speech, Danny's eyes scanned the room, intrigued and yet barely interested in what he saw. There was the obvious two that seemed to soak up everything, William and Chandler. Then there was the Latina Candelaria - which not only was difficult, but surprisingly hilarious to pronounce, but not in a bad way. Danny knew about these three the most, but that was given: famous people were famous, therefore well known. Then there were the others who weren't: The silent Elias, the goofy Nathaniel, the frozen Zara, the strict Olivia, and himself. Among the actors were bunches of people who Danny could only expect to be the workers, and he was shocked to see how many there were. He hadn't expected Mann to go this crazy for hired help.

Speaking of Mann...

Our favorite jokester, Gregory! Danny, your character is a riot, the scenes we have for him are hilarious. He's intrigued by Cindy, that is, Chandler's character, and is always trying to get some fun out of her, but as fun as she is, Cindy only thinks the two of you are friends - which, right now, the two of them are. But it will grow into something larger, let me assure you. I need you and Chandler learn to be comfortable around each other. Start talking, spend some free time together. Just learn how to relax when the two of you are together, laugh, smile, so that the friendship is natural on camera."

Danny couldn't really call this homework: after hearing it, it sounded more like a weird mixture of 'toruture' and 'character research.' He knew enough about Chandler to know that attempting to act high and mighty would get you killed by this bitchy miss. So basically, Danny had to act exactly like himself, keep his snide comments to himself, and try not to piss her off first day with his own views, because he knew that they wouldn't see eye to eye on anything if they talked too much together. So Danny made no attempt to move at all when the meeting had been adjourned. He waited until all of the other actors walked by him before sauntering out himself, but not before catching a few words of the worker's meeting. Don't blame Danny for being snoopy, blame his ears if you have to for being unnaturally good. He didn't catch much other than 'You know why I put them together' before he walked far enough away not to hear them and headed towards his room.

Basically, Danny had felt like Robert Man had issued him a challenge in the very first day. 'You're going to have to be able to play with the big leagues to stay here, kid.'

Oh my friend, it seems you are going to be more useful than I thought during this journey. Danny thought to his bottle of vodka in his bag, which was still around his arm. Because if this goes as bad as I'm thinking it will, this escapade will go south fast for the Russian.

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Fiona listened intently and took notes during the meeting.
"You heard everything that just happened. You know exactly why I put those people together. Elias and Olivia are not the people you would imagine to be good friends... find a back story for that. Writers, that's for you. Be creative, show me what you got and I might even consider giving you a job." Mr. Mann said, making Fiona look down a little. "Zara and Elias, the silent but beautiful statues" She heard him say which peaked her interest, because Zara was her roommate and try as she might she could't help but be intrigued by Elias. " Danny and Chandler? I know Chandler would most definitely be repulsed at the idea of them having to be friends. Work with it." She also heard him say which made her raise an eyebrow since she couldn't wait to make up rumors about Chandler.

"I want all of you to keep an eye on all of them, but pay a little more attention to your roommate. Or for some of you, roommates, as I announced earlier in the very beginning. If you can, if you're daring, steal a diary entry, a phone, anything. I expect to see results. A meeting will be held in two weeks; bring something big by then." He said finishing off the meeting.

Fiona was about to leave the room but she figured if she was going to write some rumors she had to know the people. She could get to know Danny but he was nosy and kinda annoying, or Zara, her not so friendly roommate. Then there was the queen bitch and epitome of snobby bitchy evil Chandler, who was a definite no. So she decided on getting to know Elias.

"Hello, um I'm Fiona," She said with a small smile, "I'm Mr.Mann's assistant it's nice to meet you," She added with a smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She smiled lightly but blushed since honestly she wasn't very good at talking to boys. Especially not good looking, famous, distant, mysterious boys.

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Candelaria looked up at the clock in the room hearing the ticking as the seconds passed by. And was just wondering when the meeting was going to start already. She looked back at the table and began to gently bite her lip, something she did when she had to wait for something. After a couple minutes Mr. Mann walked into the room andbegan the meeting.

The first character he talked about was Elias's character, Ryder. The bad boy and didnt really have relation with Laria's character, Bianca. She listened to their boss but, not as much as Fiona who seemed like all ears but then again she was Mr. Mann' assitance after all and it was her job to be there for whatever Mr. Mann needed. After a couple of minutes of going over Elias's and Zara's character. And after a while he started to talked to talk about Candelaria's character and what he said... made her look over to William and sigh. Of course, that's how it always goes right? "And you, Candelaria, with the beautiful name, you are essentially playing yourself, am I correct? Bianca, your character, has strong feelings for Joseph - William Hemley, that's you, you're Joseph. You're going to deny it, of course, but the two of you are best friends, and you're always calling him, asking him to hang out with you. For once, Joseph gets to friend zone the one girl who actually has feelings for him, meaning, he's completely oblivious to her feelings and is always nice to you, always going to be with you when you're 'bored' or 'hungry.' The two of you, start buddying up. The two of you are going to be inseparable." She had to act close... with William Hemley? Great. Just great.

She fixed her eyes back on to Mr. Mann before giving him a small smile and putting a piece of hair behind her ear that kept slipping back into her face. She didn't want to seem like it bothered her to have to become "close" to William. To act like he was the sexiest man on Earth. He probably was soaking it up, having one of his exes have to act so infatuated with him... again. God, after their movie ended she thought that was it. She wouldn't have to act so gaga over him ever again. Guess she was wrong. As the rest of the meeting went on. She listened but also looked down in her lap at her nails. After a while of expain what the actors and actresses had to do Mr. Mann finally said, "You guys didn't expect homework, did you? No, you are going to be working your asses off. I expect only the best from you, because I know you're capable of it. Meeting adjourned. Workers, stay after. We have some technical matters to discuss." The meeting was faster than she thought it would be. Not even two hours like most of her meetings for roles. She pushed her seat out and got up before putting the seat back and looking at the workers. She looked away and walked out of the room before Will could say anything to her.

She walked towards the backyard to go look at the beach seeing that she has been shooting in New York and Ireland for almost the past 8 months, it's been awhile since she's seen an actually beach that wasn't a green screen. As she opened the doors leading to the backyard, she felt the warm breeze hit her face and her bare arms. After a moment of soaking in the sunlight she walked on to the wood and walked towards the wooden rail. First, I'm living in the same house as William and now I have to be best friends with him? Great, just great." She asked herself under her breath. She thought for a moment before groaning and laying her head against the wood for a moment. Before lifting her head back up and sitting down at a chair set on the patio. Candelaria looked at the sun and squented her light brown eyes to shield them from sun. She loved her eyes when it was bight outside, they looked even lighter and for some reason she thought they were prettier... What was doing? Trying to get her mind off of this role so much that she had to think about her eyes? Wow, she was desperate...




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    It's a job. It's a job. It's a job. Chandler's silent mantra, her own secret weapon against falling apart at the chaos of the industry, was, for the first time, failing her. Of all the people to be paired up with... She had the nobody. She couldn't stand it. She brushed her fingers along Robert's arm as she passed him on her way out, purposely going around the table provided to signal her displeasure. She would get him later; he would understand the message the gentle feeling of nails on skin delivered. She walked out as a woman with a mission, an unpleasant mission, but one she would handle nevertheless.

    For once, she didn't want to work; normally, Chandler enjoyed getting to know her character, analyze them until she could rip them to pieces. It was fun, learning the ins and outs of people she would never be, never wanted to be. She liked to work hard, and she liked to be successful. But if that meant associating with the Great Nobody of the XOXO cast, she would rather procrastinate. Instead, she moved to the porch again, having found a kindred spirit in the dispassionate seat she had claimed for herself. What were with all these pairings? It was as if Robert Mann knew just how to catch them off guard, as if he did it all of this on purpose. It was almost suspicious how neatly everything fell into chaos, but as much as Chandler wanted to find a reason to find something wrong with his homework assignment, it had all made sense. Everything was predictable in a show like XOXO, but still - the canniness of all the assignments and pairings going against their real personalities and relationships was unsettling.

    But it was work, and work was work, and it paid the bills. Chandler sighed and kept her eyes on the ocean, feeling sure that no one would think to look for her right now. Work was hard, sometimes. Everything about the industry reminded her of Jesse, especially Robert Mann. How often had Jesse talked to her of his brilliance? Of how he found just the right way to turn the mundane around, bring something special out of something made common in Hollywood? Every time Chandler looked at Robert, she could hear Jesse's voice: "He's going to make it big, Chandler! And so are you. So are you." It was strange; she could remember his voice so clearly, the rough tenor, the violent tremor that hinted at his demise. But she couldn't picture his face. She could only recall large, overworked hands... shaggy dark hair... eyes as black as her nightmares. But it didn't add up.

    She didn't want to remember, but she did. Everyday, she did. Finding out her baby was dead, that the baby had been a boy. If he had been a girl, Chandler probably wouldn't have wanted him; she couldn't stand the gender, though she belonged to it herself. But a boy could go anywhere he wanted, a boy could really change the world. Or perhaps this was her bias talking. Either way, the loss had taken a piece of her, the last salvageable bit of her soul. And here she was, already the bitch of the house, disliked by many, appreciated by few. She was used to being alone, being lonely, but she was unaccustomed to feeling it. There was something about the ocean that reminded you of the past. It drew you in and spit you out because you simply did not have the gumption it demanded.

    Ah, well. She was Chandler Lamonte, after all. She was famous, wealthy beyond belief, and completely stunning. Successful and coveted by all who didn't know any better - what more could she ask for? She adjusted her position and crossed her legs, leaning on her knees with her elbows. Her eyebrows furrowed as she focused on the horizon, searching for some kind of secret. She really didn't know what she was doing; she just wanted to think for a bit. Be alone. Maybe after, she'd summon enough willpower to talk to a loser like Danny Crankshaw.

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"I want all of you to keep an eye on all of them, but pay a little more attention to your roommate. Or for some of you, roommates, as I announced earlier in the very beginning. If you can, if you're daring, steal a diary entry, a phone, anything. I expect to see results. A meeting will be held in two weeks; bring something big by then."

And so Robert Mann capped off the speech with his customary, more-dramatic-than-necessary flourish. Vaguely, Keith supposed that he was going to have to get used to it, now. All the theatrics, the drama, the over-the-top actions and reactions…

Not for the first time, Keith wondered if he should just call it quits. Cut his losses while he still had his sanity intact. This place, full of fake people and their fake, fake words was the worst place in the world for him. But then he glanced down at the battered folder in his hands and remembered. It's for the music, Keith. It's always been for the music.

Everyone else was leaving. They scuttled and slinked and slid, oozing out of the room like a trickle of surly ants. Keith lingered, barely glancing at his co-workers. He wouldn't follow. There was still some unfinished business to attend to, after all.

"The scores," the aspiring musician said bluntly, holding his folder out to Mann with a steely look in his eyes. It was only supposed to be a cover, this musician thing, but it would be a lie to say that he'd ever considered it as such. Music…it defined him. And by God was it infinitely more preferable to all this gossip mongering business.

Yes, he knew what he was getting himself into when he signed up for this insanity. But he also knew what he was truly here for. And by the knowing glint in Mann's eyes, he knew it, too.

"Ah," Mann said, plucking the folder from Keith's stiffly proffered hand. "Now, that was certainly fast! Looks like our little virtuoso has been working hard, hmm?"

Keith gave him a flat look. "Don't call me that. It's creepy." And it was. Truly.

But instead of the intended effect (i.e., get the hell away from me), the comment soared right over Robert Mann's head like a badly aimed paper airplane. He didn't even reply to the statement; the man only grinned and leaned slightly forward. Perfectly warm and charming. One hundred percent businessman smile. And yet, there was something calculating in his expression that made Keith feel uneasy. Behind that teddy bear smile was a shark's grin. Keith was suddenly reminded, with startling clarity, that this was the man puppeteering the entire fiasco. The man who wasn't afraid to manipulate others, who wasn't afraid to dissect them—any one of them. Person by person, piece by piece, tear out their hearts and then leave them lying there—a quivering, broken mess.

For one paranoid moment, Keith wondered if Mann was conducting a secret reality T.V. show of the damn reality T.V. show itself, before common sense smacked the logic back into him.

Just. Calm down, focus. He's all smile and no teeth. All lure and no rod. Just, just whatever you do…don't bite.

Mann twirled a finger at him.

"I meant it, you know. Writers that impress me get a job."

"I'm not interested in screenplay," Keith found himself saying. Distantly, he realized that this was the most he'd ever said in a single day, at least for a long time. Thirteen words. Sixteen, if you counted his coffee order from earlier. ("One coffee, please.") Damn, he was really getting soft.

Robert Mann chuckled.

"Woah, woah, hold up—who said anything about screenplay? No, I'm talking about a real, honest-to-God position in the music industry. Official composer of music for XOXO. Toss in a few recommendations here, a few suggestions there, and boom, what do you know—instant credibility, rocketing you to the top."

…Alright, forget the not biting thing. Keith was snagged, and he knew it, too. Hook, line, and sinker. But, in his defense—did it really count as manipulation if he was aware of his employer's machinations? Admittedly, it was more on the side of willful stupidity…but this was a cause Keith could get behind.

It's always been for the music.

"I'll see what I can do," Keith finally said.

Twenty-two words. Seventeen sheets of music. Two actors to humiliate. And one deal with the devil.



Veronica Lutz, the skank, is secretly obsessed with comic books.

Ryder St. James, the heartbreaker, is a fanatic collector of Beanie Babies.

Both are intensely ashamed of their respective hobbies and go to insane lengths to keep them secret. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. Through some extremely convoluted coincidences and a bit of divine intervention, they learn each others' secrets. Bound together by the supreme power of embarrassing avocation, the two brave the harsh, judgmental gaze of the world around them and—


...I don't even know what the hell I'm writing.

Without warning, Keith crumpled up the paper in front of him and tossed it in the rubbish bin.

Alright. Take twelve.

When Ryder St. James isn't wooing girls or breaking hearts, he's hang gliding.

One day, a freak gust of wind sends him careening off course. As a result, he crash-lands in Veronica's bedroom. Because that's how things work. Naturally. (Shut up, logic.)

So there they are, one devilishly good-looking fellow in a divinely good-looking girl's bedroom. After the customary exchange of death threats, the two quickly reconcile and, being hormonal teenagers, naturally decide to—


Crackle-thud. The sound of another paper finding its way to the rubbish bin.

Take thirteen—

Every night of the new moon, Veronica Lutz sneaks into her family's basement and practices voodoo magic. It's an outlet for her inner turmoil and insecurities, you see. Because year-long grudges and plots of revenge are perfectly healthy activities.

Anyway. Miss Lutz is furious with Ryder for some reason or another (who was Keith to understand the alien mind of teenagers) and so she makes plans to curse him. But then she decides that a simple cursing isn't enough, so she creates a mini-Ryder voodoo doll and sticks a billion pins in him. She mails the entire gruesome ensemble to him on his birthday.

Unfortunately for her, she's in such a blind state of rage that she forgets to omit the return address on the package. So Ryder soon figures out who his creepy offender is.

He confronts her about it. She vehemently denies everything. In fact, she more than denies it. She blames the entire thing on her imaginary friend, Charles. Naturally, Ryder is concerned about her mental state. But instead of doing the sensible thing and dragging her to a doctor, he decides to make out with her. Because insanity is hot, or whatever.

…And the two lived happily ever after.


Crumple. Rubbish bin.

Keith was not a creative writer. His art was sound, not words. These pitiful and downright sad attempts at character development were quickly flatlining into nonsense, and honestly? His sleep-deprived brain wasn't really helping, either.

He had to go clear his head.



There, silhouetted in a halo of unearthly light, was the most wondrous creature Keith had ever laid eyes on. A smooth, glistening body. A curved, perfectly-proportioned frame. Sleek, beautiful legs. Flowing velvet cloth that hung like heavenly tresses.

Slowly, as if disbelieving of the sight before his eyes, he inched ever closer. Once he was close enough, he reached out and brushed the shining letters—golden patterns over dark skin.

STEINWAY & SONS

Robert Mann really did go all out. Here, in this lovely half-shuttered room, was a glorious Steinway piano.

He'd always wanted one. Always. Unfortunately, the closest he'd ever gotten was a dinky old electric keyboard scavenged from a yard sale.

This was something in a whole other league.

He ran his fingers over the keys and thought immediately of the song that—thanks to Elias—had been playing through his mind for the better part of the day.

And so he played.

And so he remembered.

It's always been for the music.

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The meeting, at least from Will's perspective, was actually quite dull for the most part. About halfway through it, a man and woman walked in, but both quietly made their way to different seats, managing to not draw a lot of attention. Will didn't recognize either of them, and simply assumed that both were staff members who were to be living in the house, along with the stars and other staff. Neither look particularly exciting anyway, the male looking dull and the woman having absolutely zero presence about her- perfect for an assistant, perhaps, but not exactly the actor's type. He waits as the meeting drags on, elongated by Robert's random tangents and such- the guy seems nearly as full of it as Chandler, though Will can't decide whether he likes or dislikes the guy. At the very least, he knows how to command attention, even if it is in a rather strange way. One part of the meeting, though, is especially interesting to him- though the reaction it draws out of Candelaria is what makes it the most amusing. Whilst detailing their roles and how they are to go about preparing for them, Mr. Mann explains how Will's character is to interact with Candelaria's.

"And you, Candelaria, with the beautiful name, you are essentially playing yourself, am I correct? Bianca, your character, has strong feelings for Joseph - William Hemley, that's you, you're Joseph. You're going to deny it, of course, but the two of you are best friends, and you're always calling him, asking him to hang out with you. For once, Joseph gets to friend zone the one girl who actually has feelings for him, meaning, he's completely oblivious to her feelings and is always nice to you, always going to be with you when you're 'bored' or 'hungry.' The two of you, start buddying up. The two of you are going to be inseparable."

Will's eyebrows shoot up at this, knowing that Candlesticks isn't going to like it one bit- she isn't exactly broken up about their little fling, but seems to be the sort to hold a grudge all the same. He probably should have seen that coming from the get go, but had been too busy admiring her curves to think about any aftermath- that tends to be the case, unfortunately. The two of us? Inseparable? Oh, this is going to be a tad bit interesting, isn't it? William muses with a smirk as his gaze dances over towards Candelaria who, predictably, doesn't exactly seem to be the happiest with this arrangement. Well, she put on a smile and acted like she didn't mind a slice, but he can guess better than that. For the moment, though, the young man is distracted once more as the name of his character comes off the tongue of Robert once more, this time in regards to a different female cast member- one who he finds just a tad bit sexier.

"But not completely inseparable... Joseph is in love with Veronica, remember? You gotta feel sorry for the guy. He's actually going to catch Veronica and Ryder in the act; I know, it sucks. Your task, William, is to practice being in love with Zara. I don't see how that would be hard for you, the girl's gorgeous, but just tell me how the chemistry goes later."

With another smirk, William catches Zara's eye and winks at her before sending his attention back to Robert. Though he may be a flirt and such, he does at least take his job seriously- he isn't in it entirely for the money and the girls, after all. Most find it something of a relief that he can act so seriously in regards to his work, because it makes things run a lot smoother than how it would go if he acted typically while on the job. Even Will has some level of professionalism, even if the rules are ones he decided upon on his own.

As the meeting is adjourned, for the cast at least, William saunters out of the door, second or third to leave the spacious office room, and therefore overhearing no part of the little staff meeting, though he might have been intrigued if he had heard it. Instead, he imagines that they are talking about some sort of boring technical stuff that he, honestly, doesn't give a flying fuck about. As long as the show goes on, he's fine not knowing every tiniest detail. He doesn't mean to follow Candelaria, to be honest, but after going into the fridge and grabbing a drink, his next decision is to go outside for a breath of fresh air. Well, fresh as it can be in any heavily populated area. The sea breeze is always welcome, regardless. There, he finds the pretty latina, standing all by her lonesome.

"Don't get too excited 'bout getting to work with me again, Candlesticks," he comments sarcastically, just loud enough for her to hear him while he leans against the side of the porch/deck.

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Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte
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Robert Mann

"Who runs the world? Mann, Mann."

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Elias Montgomery

I guess I'm supposed to break some hearts. Be prepared.

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Gabriella De Luca

"When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is. "

Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago
Fiona Santiago

"I'm not the sharing type..."

Character Portrait: Zara Lexington
Zara Lexington

"Sometimes, a silence can say what even a thousand words can't."

Character Portrait: Drake Wesley
Drake Wesley

"You would think that being homeless would lead to some kind of 'I only need love' wisdom. But I want more. I need more."

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Jasper Alkuino

"One look at your smile and I could see the light shining everywhere."

Character Portrait: Keith Zetler
Keith Zetler

"Remind me again why I give a damn."

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Nathaniel Crowley

"I think Hollywood's too cruel for my liking. Let's play nice."

Character Portrait: William Hemley
William Hemley

"Why don't you just relax a little bit?"

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Keith Zetler

"Remind me again why I give a damn."

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Nathaniel Crowley

"I think Hollywood's too cruel for my liking. Let's play nice."

Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
Elias Montgomery

I guess I'm supposed to break some hearts. Be prepared.

Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores
Candelaria Flores

"Wow, I love your outfit. Is it suppost to be vintage or just from Goodwill?"

Character Portrait: Drake Wesley
Drake Wesley

"You would think that being homeless would lead to some kind of 'I only need love' wisdom. But I want more. I need more."

Character Portrait: Danny Crankshaw
Danny Crankshaw

"Bro, I already told you I have nothing on you!... Okay, I may be lying, but only a little."

Character Portrait: Zara Lexington
Zara Lexington

"Sometimes, a silence can say what even a thousand words can't."

Character Portrait: William Hemley
William Hemley

"Why don't you just relax a little bit?"

Character Portrait: Robert Mann
Robert Mann

"Who runs the world? Mann, Mann."

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Jasper Alkuino

"One look at your smile and I could see the light shining everywhere."

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Presley Floyd

"You can look right through me / Walk right by me / And never know I'm there."

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Zara Lexington

"Sometimes, a silence can say what even a thousand words can't."

Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley
Nathaniel Crowley

"I think Hollywood's too cruel for my liking. Let's play nice."

Character Portrait: William Hemley
William Hemley

"Why don't you just relax a little bit?"

Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca
Gabriella De Luca

"When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is. "

Character Portrait: Keith Zetler
Keith Zetler

"Remind me again why I give a damn."

Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores
Candelaria Flores

"Wow, I love your outfit. Is it suppost to be vintage or just from Goodwill?"

Character Portrait: Elias Montgomery
Elias Montgomery

I guess I'm supposed to break some hearts. Be prepared.

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Chandler Lamonte

"Don't let the face fool you; I'm more vicious than you think."

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Drake Wesley

"You would think that being homeless would lead to some kind of 'I only need love' wisdom. But I want more. I need more."


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Welcome to Malibu, California, the place of dreams, XOXO, and a hidden reality show. Only in Malibu, California.

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