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Elias Montgomery

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

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a character in “Scandalous Young Things”, as played by UCTigerette

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Full Name: Elias Rhys Montgomery
Nicknames: "Keep it simple." Eli.
Character Name: "Even sounds like a heartbreaker."Ryder St. James

Age: "I look younger, don't I? I mean they did cast me for the show." 24.
Character Age: "So much younger, but not so far that I don't remember." 18.

Home Town: Tavares, Florida.
Sexuality: "Believe me.. I like women." Heterosexual.

XOXO Character: The Heart Breaker

Personality:"These things are always ridiculous." Eli's a lot of things, but open isn't one of them. He's often cold, distant, and more detached than anything else. You've heard the phrase 'doesn't play well with others', well that's what you could say about Eli. He prefers the quiet to the noise and being alone to a group of people. You can't really blame him though. It's how he was raised. Never too trusting, never too forgiving. Sure, piss him off and it'll take some time, but he'll eventually forgive you, but he won't forget and it won't change much. In his eyes, you've already crossed the line once and you'll do it again. Complimenting his cold and distant attributes, Eli isn't a very confrontational guy. He'll defend himself and his beliefs all day, but he won't be the one to start the argument. An air of seriousness is a constant around the young actor. He takes everything far too seriously. Smiles and laughs are common, but the degree of genuine happiness is never actually displayed. Don't get me wrong, he's a happy guy. He just has different ways of showing it. When it comes to flirting and romantic affairs, it takes a lot to even peak Eli's interest. He loves women, but he's never loved a women. He's not a flirtatious guy. As said before, he's too serious - too serious to even engage in the act of flirting with a beautiful woman. Even so, Eli manages. Women are drawn to him for whatever reason. Maybe it's that he can actually hold an intellectual, deep conversation.

Character Personality: "Are you prepared to have your heart broken, darling?" Ryder St. James could be considered almost a polar opposite of the actor who portrays him. Ryder is a major flirt, batting his eyes and causing girls to fall all over him. He'll lead them on, spoil them with romantic gestures, and be that guy that every girl wants right before he moves onto the next leaving their little hearts in pieces on the floor. Ryder is fun and never takes anything too seriously. He's most in his element in the company of girls and friends, casually drinking, and never taking anything, especially the girls, too seriously. He feels little remorse for those he hurts and always tries to keep a level of friendship with those he's left, so that he can call on them if he ever felt the need to do so. Yeah, he's a real douchebag.

History: "Not very interesting, hm? Sorry to disappoint." Elias Rhys Montgomery doesn't have the typical struggling actor story to fall back on as most actors do. He didn't grow up in poverty or a rough neighborhood. He didn't run with a bad crowd, necessarily. His parents, George and Linda Montgomery, were high school sweethearts both from Upper East Side, Manhattan. George came from old money and lived a rather privileged life. Linda was from a middle-class family. The two met, fell in love, married, and soon after welcome a bubbly baby boy - Elias.

Before little Elias was even a year old, George and Linda decided they wanted to get out of Manhattan. Florida seemed a grand destination and it wasn't long before the two had moved, bought a house, and settled. They were barely nineteen, but the world held countless wonders already. George's father had a company branch in Florida and so, he started work there all the while still falling on his trust fund. Elias doesn't even bother mentioning that he's actually from New York. If you ask, he'll tell you his hometown is in Florida. He doesn't remember Manhattan, so why even mention it?

When it was time for Eli to start school, he didn't. Well, not in the typical sense. Linda opted to home-school him. Eli, not knowing any better, had no objections and quickly settled into a routine with his loving mother. He'd wake up every morning, eat breakfast and take care of personal hygiene regiments, and then start on his school work for the day. Young Eli was done with schooling at the age of fifteen. He'd always expressed an interest in film and acting, and his mother had always supported him. They looked into college for the teen, but found that many wouldn't accept someone so young. Instead, they settled for a local community college that offered a Performing Arts degree. He majored in Theater.

The experience of a community college allowed Eli to realize just what he'd missed growing up. Sure, he had friends, but they were few and far between. Mostly cousins and neighbors. It was now that Eli realized he didn't know how to make friends or even properly socialize. The college experience opened his eyes to lots of new things. And slowly, Eli met and made friends all while excelling in his classes. His upbringing had instilled a distant personality without a trusting nature though, making things a little harder.

Eli had his AA degree at just seventeen years old, which now allowed him to transfer to a university. He selected a performing arts college in Florida, close to home, but moved out of his parents' house. This college experience couldn't even compare to his community college one. He went to parties, made friends, and even dated a little though nothing serious ever resulted from it. In only two short years, he was walking across the stage with his Bachelor's degree in hand, ready to set out looking for a job.

He didn't struggle, but he didn't thrive either. Eli often was cast for guest roles on shows like Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, CSI, Bones, etc. Temporary, one episode roles that while showcased his talents, never generated much publicity. He got by on those roles though and never really challenged the system. Then, at twenty-four, he met Robert Mann was was cast for XOXO's Ryder St. James - Heart Breaker.

Character History: "Prim, proper, privileged." Ryder St. James is the product of two wildly successful lawyers, born and raised right there in Malibu. High school sweethearts at that. He has two younger sister who he's severely protective over. His back-story really doesn't do much to generate an interest in his character. His caring side is portrayed through is love for his sisters and then you have his charming, flirtatious, commitment-issued personality that makes the audience both love and hate him. He often struggles with his romantic relationships because he doesn't think he can find a girl that will make his as happy as he sees his parents after all these years. His house is often used a party spot/hangout due to the excessive hours his parents keep at their law firm.

So begins...

Elias Montgomery's Story

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Eli had long been up before even the sun had begin to rise. Often when he was anxious about something, sleep would fight him to the death, never giving in and making his life a living hell. Last night had been one of those nights. The young actor wasn't exactly nervous about his upcoming role on XOXO, but moving out of his own house and into an estate rented specifically for the show and it's actors did cause a flair of anxiety. Eli was familiar with some of the names of the cast members, but a few were still unknown. Meeting so many new people in such a short time was bound to put any semi-antisocial person, such as himself, on edge.

His bags had been packed before he'd set off for bed and suddenly he regretted being so time efficient. Now, he had nothing to do besides wait. The text he'd gotten from Robert this morning had told him that their first day of shooting had been cancelled, and Eli couldn't help to feel a tinge of relief. At least some of the pressure had been taken off. Instead, the cast and crew were to meet at 3PM for a meeting at their new home. Eli favored this new course of action much more than the original. This way he'd get the chance to meet everyone before having to jump right into acting with them. A little of then tension that had been building in his shoulders relaxed. It was ten in the morning now and with nothing else to do, Eli hauled his luggage to his car and set off for his new home.

Eli wasn't anything if not punctual. He was even known to arrive hours ahead of schedule, but for some reason he didn't want to seem overzealous. Instead, he opted to stop at Starbucks for an iced coffee. Sure, Starbucks was a little more expensive compared to the small cafe right around the corner, but they'd been able to keep those prices because they were the best. Besides, Eli didn't mind spending a little extra change on quality coffee. It was hard enough to find as it was. His order was placed, his coffee was made, and Eli was indifferent to the blond behind the counter batting her eyelashes. He politely thanked her for the coffee, but showed no interest whatsoever. It wasn't that she was unattractive, because that certainly wasn't the case. Eli just didn't give her a second thought. Romantic affairs weren't often at the forefront of the young man's mind. So, alone he drank his coffee before heading towards the estate with the address Robert had given him entered into his car's GPS.

It wasn't long before he made his arrival. Quickly, he gathered his bags and stood only a second to admire the house. Eli loved the beach and the fact that this property was ocean front made him smile. When the meeting was done, Eli knew he could be found relaxing on the beach for hours. Minutes later, Eli was standing in front of a growing group of people. He recognized Chandler, William, and Nate. They were other actors that had been cast with him. It was his job to know who they were as he'd be working pretty close with them for a while. He didn't recognize the blond girl or the brunette guy that stood with them.

"Hey everyone. I'm Eli Montgomery." he told them briskly throwing in a half-wave.. He didn't bother with other pleasantries, such as 'nice to meet you' and such. It wasn't his nature. Before he'd even given them the chance to introduce themselves or respond to his arrival, Eli headed off to find the bedroom that would be his. After all, he'd always preferred solitude. Maybe, just maybe, he could catch a wink of sleep before three 'o clock rolled around.

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Fiona looked up as a girl walked in. She raised her eyebrow as she saw the face of the infamous Chandler. She shook her head as the actress said an insult to her, "Who are you?" The girl asked, "I don't recall ever seeing your face anywhere. Thank God, because it's not a pretty one."
Fiona looked up only for a second before continuing what she was doing and said "I'm Fiona, good morning to you too." She rolled her eyes before contnuing what she was doing. She didn't get very far with the poem she was writing when another person walked in. This one was male, and in all honesty a pretty hot male.

"Good morning," He smiled at her first and she smiled back. He seemed to acknowledged the actress but didn't seem to give her any special acknowledgement. "I'm Drake Wesley. Nice to meet you. Did you have any trouble getting here?" He asked them sending them a smile that probably melted alot of girls hearts. Probably would have melted hers too, but she wasn't the type to "melt" easy.

She shrugged lightly and flipped her bangs out her face as she sat up, since she was leaning on a counter. "My car has GPS," then she motioned at the estate "But it was also pretty hard to miss," She added with a smile.

Then another person sauntered in, she knew him from his work and raised an eyebrow at him. She thought his name was William something but couldn't remember the rest and wrote a not in her journal to memorize all their names. He leaned on the doorway and said a simple greeting to them. To which she responded with a nod.

Then another celebrity who she could actually stand walked in. "Hey, I'm Nathan." He added with an awkward wave. Then he seemed to trip and spill coffee all over the counter, he gained his composer and responded jokingly "Heh, and side note, don't let me hold you're drinks." She giggled at his clumsiness and walked over to the paper towels and back to him.
"Here," She said dabbing the coffee "Its better to dab at it, otherwise your just spreading it around." She smiled warmly at him before responding "By the way I'm Fiona."

Not so soon after that, a boy walked in and no sooner then he walked in he walked out. Fiona barely caught his greeting which was a simple "Hey everyone. I'm Eli Montgomery."

She blushed a little as she glanced around the room. Everyone was really attractive. Not that she wasn't, because she was. With her big blue eyes, perfect plump lips that were round and formed the perfect pout, and thick and glossy blonde hair. Though she may not be as curvaceous as Candelaria but she was toned and had lean long legs and golden dewy skin, that her friends from new york always envied. But she wasn't exotic pretty. All these people were on another level of beauty. She quickly braided two portions of her curled hair, while avoiding all hair with purple tips. Since her long bags kept falling in her face. She quickly made sure her bruise on the side of her face right above her eyebrow still had bangs covering it though.

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As of yet, the people to enter after Will have been less than known-in fact, he notes that it seems only he and Chandler have arrived as of yet. So much for a star-studded cast, although to be fair three of the top young stars of Hollywood are in Mann's little TV show, even if the rest of the cast is filled out with little-knowns and one-hit-wonders of sorts. Perhaps Mann had seen some potential in these unknown actors, and hoped to help them make a name through this show. People like Mann are like that- explorers, constantly searching for an island that they can claim all their own because no one else has ever found it before. Of course, in the situation of Robert Mann, that island was an undiscovered star, or a new TV show. XOXO is hardly revolutionary, Will muses to himself, only because he is ignorant to the true purpose of the show he has agreed to be a part of- the reason for the strange choice to allow some of the crew to live with the stars. When Fiona responds to his entry with raised eyebrows, clear sign of skepticism and all that jazz, the young man only smirks at her, but his eyes settle back on Chandler. As of yet, she is the person in the room who commands the most attention, who has the strongest presence. Most people probably despise that present, both for how overwhelming it is and for the fact that it isn't exactly a ray-of-sunshine sort of light that radiates from her, but William personally finds it hot as hell. At her little retort to his simple greeting, his smirk deepens with amusement, though his nonchalant posture never wavers. "Chandler Lamonte," he mimics her dry tone perfectly, an actor after all, "Hollywood's favorite bitch." Though he says this, he knows it not to be true. Not because Chandler isn't a bitch, but because she cares about her reputation enough to ensure that it isn't as low as her true personality. He can hardly call her Hollywood's favorite fake, though, because other than that she is somewhat true to herself. Or rather, true to others when she slices them down.

A young man then walks in, sliding carefully past Will as he introduces himself as Nathan Crowley. The guy had a few big parts, and was gaining success and awareness more and more recently, but had yet to surpass William as the top of the young actors in this state. It helps that William also has fame in Europe, or at least in the UK, because he has starred in several films across the pond as well. Watch Nathan trip over his own feet and spill coffee onto the counter, William has no concerns about the klutzy actor ever beating him in the title of most desirable actor- not at the moment. "Watch out for those flat surfaces, mate. They can get ya'," he advises sarcastically. Nathan simply comes across as awkward and not worth any concern- not that Will makes a habit of concerning himself over rankings. He takes pride in being one of the best, but mostly because it means higher paychecks and hotter girls. The fame is nice because it brings those things, not because he gives a shit about being a household name. Hearing her giggle made Will's gaze flicker towards Fiona, altogether unimpressed. Sure, she is reasonably attractive and such, but the fact that she laughed at such a stupid thing was rather ordinary of her. She isn't attractive enough to make up for being ordinary. Too bad, William thinks to himself, just as another man slides past him, apparently in something of a hurry as he gives a brief greeting before continuing silently on his way. He vaguely recognizes the guy's name, meaning he must be another actor, but can't think of anything he has seen with him in it. A nobody, perhaps one of Mann's islands, as he has now decided to call them. Will hasn't really bothered to learn anything but his costar's names, and only that because he was given a list of them. He can't even name what roles different people play, with the exception of himself: the friendzoned.

It is already becoming very clear to him that Chandler is the most interesting person in the house, at least as of yet, because he doesn't know the other crew members. Laria is one of the other stars, of course, but he doesn't really dwell on that too much: she had been a fling, clear by the fact that he hadn't hesitated to cheat on her with that sexy redhead. Are there no redheads in the cast and crew? A shame, he muses. He finds redheads rather attractive, although this is partially because he sees them as a dying breed- have to screw them before there aren't any left. His stray thoughts are interrupted by a snide comment from none other than Miss Chandler herself, as the feisty young woman makes some rude comment towards Fiona, which the kid with the dreads -didn't catch his name- rushes to comfort her and right the situations. If he were more interested in Fiona, perhaps Will would be saying something as well. But as of now, he is not, and thus only raises an eyebrow at the whole scene. She, Chandler, slips past William to sit on the front porch. Being in the doorway means that he can see both parties. This place'll be interesting, eh? he thinks to himself, still smirking slightly.




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Like Keith, though of course she doesn't know that he can feel it too, Presley knows the instant that someone well-known enters the cafe. The three women giggling are a dead giveaway, of course, and instantly the blond woman is beginning to think that this place may be a bit too crowded for her taste. Sure, there are no more than ten people in the entirety of the establishment, but the number that are present are just enough to allow for a noise and lack of privacy which she isn't particularly fond of, despite her future job, which is to ensure some noise. The man beside her, the one whom she recognizes but who doesn't recognize her in return, seems to have a reaction of displeasure to the heightened activity of the surrounding people, something she notes. Not particularly social, perhaps, or at least not fond of such empty noise, she observes, glancing over her shoulder to see who it is that has caused the feeling of noise and unrest. As coincidence would have it, the young man is one of the cast of XOXO, Danny Crankshaw. He isn't particularly well known or anything, but has been in a sprinkle of things, and Mr. Mann perhaps hopes for him to be a star introduced fully by the TV show. The cashier he is speaking to releases a soft but high-pitched giggle, making Presley frown ever-so-slightly. She does not frown out of dislike towards Danny or the Cashier, but out of jealousy. She has no interest in the cashier, and yet knows her name, where she is living, and her current relationship status. The young woman simply rambles on whenever Presley is getting her drink- and she gets the same thing every time. However, despite the fact that Presley has patiently listened to her rants and gushing at least three times a week for the past two years, that particular cashier would not be able to pick Presley out in a crowd. In fact, she never recognizes her as being the same person- ever. It is a small testament to the fact that the blond woman is either invisible, or that no one gives a shit about the quiet girl with the strawberry-banana smoothie. But that cashier, whose name is Rachel, will remember Danny, even if she doesn't know that he is a second-tier actor. Even if she has only met him once.

The fact that other people are so easily remembered, especially in comparison to herself, makes Presley feel slightly dissatisfied- not that she would admit it to herself. She has been feigning acceptance of it for so long that the lie has partially deceived her own mind. Presley turns away as the young man seems to be lost in thought, though his head is slightly tilted as though he is listening to something. That turning away gives her a slight view of the couple, whom she pinpoints as the source of his apparent interest. The young woman glances over at the clock again, sitting alone at her empty table and deciding that she should probably make her way over to the estate about now. She certainly doesn't want to be the last one to show up, which only means arriving before the two men who sit in this cafe do. Of course, because she is currently on bike, and they might very well have cars or enough money for taxis, the chance of them arriving first remains. She doesn't intend on going quickly, after all, because from the research she has done, showing up sweaty would only result in mocking by Chandler- if the starlet were to notice her at all. Thinking about it, Presley is almost glad for her status as a perpetual wallflower. It is useful for this job, anyway. She can see and understand in this ranking.

Presley stands up and places her messenger bag over her shoulder once more, settling on the decision to depart now before any other people find themselves stumbling into the little cafe which she frequents. On her way out, she passes by both of the new housemates, and nods to the cashier as a goodbye. It is a habitual motion and, as usual, yields no response from the unoccupied young woman behind the counter. Well, unoccupied in lack of work. Rachel is somewhat occupied: staring at Mr. Crankshaw. Your boyfriend won't like that. You know how jealous he gets, Presley comments mentally as she leaves the establishment. She walks up to the bike rack and, wouldn't you know, finds her own bicycle stolen. Although her face takes on a slightly disappointed expression, she releases no sigh and mutters no obscenities. In fact, the only words which Presley has spoken all day were 'Strawberry-Banana Smoothie, please' and 'thank you'.

At that moment, a burly young man bumps into her and glances down at the woman, not bothering to apologize before pushing her out of the way as though she were a tree limb in the way and storming into the cafe. Leaning against the stone wall, Presley is suddenly aware that she had made the right choice by exiting at that moment- Rachel's boyfriend (she's been shown a picture) doesn't look happy. Oh, Rachel, Presley does sigh this time, but knows she can do nothing about whatever is going to unfold within the cafe now. She merely glances over her shoulder to ensure that it isn't something which will harm her new housemates- what sort of general assistant would she be if they were hurt in her vicinity?

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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Chandler Lamonte Character Portrait: Drake Wesley
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"So, Laria. Tell me again why you have to leave today? We were suppose to go shopping, remember?" said a young 25 year old Latina girl named Marina to her very close friend, Laria who was in the changing room next to her. Candelaria rolled her eyes as she slipped on a vintage Chanel dress over her curvy body. She sighed at the question before answering, "Because Mr. Mann told everyone to meet at the house and because I need to go see who I'll be living with other then--" Was all Laria could get out before being interrupted. "Other then the 'heartbreaking stud' of Hollywood?" Marina said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. Candelaria let out a small scoff and a chuckle. "Oh please, William Hemley is not a stud. He just believes he is so others do too." She explained to her friend as she looked at her self in the mirror and smiled at the white dress that looked rather nice against her nicely tan skin.

She nodded at her refection before fixing her long black hair. Finally, she had all her waves of raven hair back after cutting most of it off for a movie she was doing that just wrapped up a month or two ago. Laria slipped the dress off of her body and laid it on the chair in the dressing room as she grabbed her blue and white floral top and blue jeans to slip them back on. She fixed the zipper of her white heels. She turned back towards the full length mirror and looked heroutfit up and down as she fixed the part in her hair. "Perfect." She said to herself as she heard the door next to her opening and Marina knocked on the door blocking them from each other. "So, if you like the dress are you ready to go?" Laria let out a small chuckle before grabbing her purse and slinging the strap around her shoulder. "Yea, I liked it. I'm coming out now." She told her friend as she opened the door and smiled as she saw Marina. The two Latina girls walked towards the cashier when they saw the flashes of cameras through the transparent windows. "Great." Laria thought in her head as she slipped the five items she was buying across the counter and handing the blonde girl behind the register her platinum card.

She looked at Marina who was at the cashier next to her just finishing up paying. When the blonde girl handed her card back, Laria smiled and slipped it back in her wallet and in her purse. She took the two bags in her hands. "Have a nice day, Miss. Flores. And, may we.. um... get an autograph." Laria had a raised eyebrow before she heard the last part and smiled. She never minded signing things for fans or taking pictures. In fact, she really liked it. She grabbed a purple pen from her tan purse and wrote on the piece of paper the girl had handed her. After she was done she waved at the girl and guy at the counter before slipping her sunglasses on along with Marina as they walked out of the store as the question from the paparazzi started. The same as all the others, "Candelaria, what are your thoughts on your newest role.", What brand are you wearing.", And, of course having to ask about her love life. One she never preferred to answer. That was her business, not the world's. At least at the moment it was, seeing that she didn't have a love life.

When they got to their cars, the two girls gave each other a hug before waving at the other. "Good bye, darling. Call me when you have time to go shopping again. Alright?" Marina told her before getting in her car and pointing at Laria. "Alright, alright. I will. See you later." She said back before slipping in her convertible's driver's seat and starting her car. She slipped the two bags in her passenger's seat and driving off towards her new house. She had went to the house earlier in the morning before her shopping trip, so she didn't have to worry about it later in the day. As she drove towards the house, her music blasting. She let the wind in her hair as she drove towards her new home for a while.

After a while, Laria made her way to the house and parked her car in the driveway. She grabbed her two bags and walked towards the door with her heels hitting the ground. She opened the door and started to walk in with a smile on her face as she walked in to see a few of the others. She walked in just in time to see Chandler walk out past William. She didn't hear what the insult was but it must have been bad if it came from Chandler. She looked around, noticing a couple of the faces in the room and remembered most of the names. She was good at remembering people. She gave a small wave and speaking, "Hello, everybody. My name is Candelaria but you can all me Laria if you would like."

She said as she fixed the two bags on her arms that were beginning to leave a mark on her wrist. She looked at Eli jut as he left the room. She turned back around as she named the people in her head, "The quiet one's Elias, blonde one is Fiona probably, The cute one is Drake, and the one near the counter is... crap.. um, oh Nathaniel, and of course I know William... Sadly." She said as she looked at him. She knew that they were just a fling but, it still did hurt. Not that she was heartbroken whatsoever, clearly.




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Jasper groaned as he was waking up, feeling the sun light go into his eyes through the curtains of his apartment. He stretched his arms over his head before sitting up in his bed and rubbing her dark brown eyes. Letting out a yawn, he hutched his back forward looking around his small room. Moving into the new house was exactly what he needed, a change of scenery. Even if he already saw the house, seeing that he had to check every single one of the cameras in almost every room in that ginormous house just the night before just to make sure they were working. Even though he was positive they all were fine, but Mr. Mann told his to check just in case. God, what he did for a job. Thank Go, he took a shower the night before well, 3 in the morning. Jasper stood up and looked across the floor into the mirror to see his reflection and his dreadlocks looking perfectly fine and in place. "Best thing about having dreads." He said to himself with a smirk before walking over to the dresser and putting in his small hoop nose ring.

After putting it in with ease, the 5'10 Hawaiian walked over to his small sliding closet and opened the door to pick out an outfit for the day, knowing fully well that he was going to be judged by a few of the others. But, not all, there were a few that he already were sort of friends with like Drake and Gabby. They could actually handle him even if they just met him once before in their lives. And, then there was the girls that he felt like impressing. He grabbed a white V-neck along with a black vest and slipped them on seeing that he wasn't wearing a shirt before. After he grabbed a pair of black jeans along with a pair of black suspenders that he didn't bother sliding up his shoulder. The last thing he grabbed before shutting his closet was a scarf that his oldest sister, Nani had gotten him when she went to Spain with his husband and two twin boys. He never wore it and he didn't know why he didn't. So, why not today? He walked back over to his dresser and slid on a few of his bracelets that he kept since he was a junior in High School. He took one look at himself in the mirror and grinned. Jasper looked at his newest and forth tattoo that was peaking from under his sleeve of his right arm.

He always did like quotes, especially ones that meant something deeper than the surface meaning. But, in this case, it was just a quote from his favorite movie. He walked into his conjoined kitchen and living room and grabbed his wallet along with two of his bags that he decided to carry with him. The things he didn't trust anyone with mostly his newest camera that he had gotten from, yet again his middle older sister. They always did like to send the him gifts, seeing that they all married rich men who thought of Jasper as a baby brother, something he wasn't a fan of but, he couldn't do anything about it. He put the strap around his shoulder as he grabbed his car keys before shutting the door behind him. He grabbed his house key and locked the door for obvious reasons.

He rushed down his Los Angeles apartment to the bottom floor where he had parked his car. He looked at the room where many of the residents were able to relax with each other but not confined to their apartments. "Well, Jasper. Where exactly are you going? Jasper said as he saw a short girl walk up behind him as they walked out of the building. Her name was Alexia and she was very... upfront with her flirting. "Just... a change of scenery. I guess, why?" He asked with a charming smile on his face as he looked down at the 18 year old girl. "No reason, just wanting to be nosey. But, don't forget about the little people while you're gone." She let out a small and cute giggle as Jasper chuckled along with him and leaned on his car. "I promise I wont. But, I should get going, beautiful. Don't forget me." He added before getting his car keys out of his pocket and seeing the girl nod and blush. "I--Oh please, none of us could forget about our little dreadlock prince." Alexia said as she batted her eyelashes and started to walk back into the building. Jasper waved at her before unlocking his car and getting in.

He turned to the back of his car and put his two heavy bags down onto the floor so they didn't fall down and break. That would be bad. He started his car before driving off towards the new house where he would be staying with the people of the show. He remembered how he had to learn all about the stars of the show, which he did awhile ago but he remembered the man essentials. After a while Jasper drove up to the beautiful house ad a grin grew on his face just looking at it. He stopped his old car right before grabbing his two bags from the back and slinging them across his shoulders. He walked towards the house opening. Looking at the front porch he saw a girl sitting down before getting closer to see it was Chandler Lamonte. She was mean but, Jasper wasn't afraid of her, he treated her like every other woman. With respect. When he was about to walk into the house he looked at Chandler and offered her a small smile. "Good afternoon, Chandler." He said before waling into the open door hearing Nate welcome Laria, who must have just arrived. sliding past Candelaria to a near by chair to lay down his two camera bags.

He nodded towards everyone and offering a smile along with a small wave. "Hello, Jasper." He heard Laria say towards him with a smile on her face. He gave her a smile before looking at the people in the room. Thank God, he could at least remember all their names. He looked at Drake and gave him a nod. Drake and Jasper weren't enemies and to be honest they were at the time acquaintances but they were becoming friends. He then saw William, his roommate. He never got why Mr. Mann put them together. Maybe it was because they were so different and they thought it would be "interesting". Jasper then turned his eyes to Elias, the man who was rather quiet and serious and was just as opposite to Jasper as William was.




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Gabriella Rosalinda De Luca, what are you wearing?!" Broke the silence in the medium size bedroom that belonged to Gabriella but it didn't belong to her. Oh no, it belonged to her mother, Maria who she had shared a home with ever since they both moved to California from their home city of Napes, Italy. Gabby sighed before rolling her eyes slightly and turning towards her mother who was at her door. "I am wearing a dress, mother... with a jacket. What's wrong with it?" She asked her mother with a shrug before seeing her mother move closer to her daughter before trying to pull her red dress down a bit more. "What is wrong is that you look like a prostitute. We are Italian women and Italian women--" Was all her mother had the time to say before Gabriella interrupted her mother, "I know, I know, and Italian women act with class unlike the American girls who act like trash. I remember." She said as she let out a sigh. "Gabby, I just do not want you to look like something you're not." Her mother said before lifting her daughter's head up to look up at her mother.

Her mother meant well. And Gabby knew that for a fact, but she was twenty six years old and it was about time that she finally had the chance to live he life without her mother being afraid that something would happen to her little "baby". She was actually looking for a place of her own but seeing that she was living in a new house with other people that should be the last thing she had to think about. "Mom, I look fine. Besides, I am twenty six years old and I don't want to hurt your feelings but, need to chose things for myself." She said to her mother slowly, not wanting to hurt her mother's feelings. Other then Gabby, her mother didn't have anyone else. Her mother let out a sigh and looked at her daughter in the mirror before fixing her jacket and giving a smile. "You're right, you're right. I just can't believe that my little princessa is growing up." She told her, dabbing her eyes. Gabriella smiled a little at her mother and walked over to her bad to slip on her shoes. ""I'll always be your little princess, mami. Just one that... lives in a different castle." She said in humor to she her mother crack another smile. "With a husband, right?" Gabby got up from her bed and rolled her eyes at her mom. "Yes, with a husband. Way, way in the future." She said, grabbing her purse and walking into her bathroom to do her make up.

Her mother rolled her eyes and walked out of her daughters room into their living room. After doing her make up, she walked into their living room to see her mother watch telemundo on the TV while she sat in her red comfortable chair with a brown blanket on her lap. Gabby made her way to her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to go now, mom." She told her mother knowing, once that channel went on, nothing else in the world mattered to the old but, still sassy Maria De Luca. Her mother waved absently at her daughter after giving her a kiss on the cheek. Gabby walked out the from door of their home and looked in her purse for her car keys. "There you are." she said once finding her pink painted key and unlocked her car door to get in. She sat down in the driver's seat of her car and set her purse down as she put her seatbelt on and drove off.

Gabriella kept looking at herself to make sure she looked fine as she drove towards her new home. "What if they don't like me.... What if my mother was right and I look like a tramp in this dress." She started thinking about her outfit, looking down at if before returning to the road. She sighed seeing that she do anything about it now sadly. She shook the thought out of her head after a moment. After a while she pulled up to the house and lost her smile a bit. She definitely felt out of place now, coming from East Los Angeles to this house in Malibu was a huge change. She grabbed her purse and took out her keys to put them back in her bag. Gabby looked at the house before taking off her seatbelt and getting out of the car. She begun to walk towards the house when she began to see Chandler sitting down. She felt like she was going to enter the boiling pot, like Chandler was going to say something but even if she did, what could she say back? It was her job to become friends with them. Not to be rude.

She walked past her and looked inside the house to see a couple people. She saw Drake and waved at him before walking over to Jasper and poking his side, making him jump a bit. She chuckled before seeing his arm wrap around her shoulder. "Hey Gabs." Jasper said to her before she answered back, "Hi Jasper, it's nice to see you but remember," She said before whispering the next part in his ear. "I'm still five years older than you." She said before chuckling, smiling and seeing the smirk on Jasper's face and seeing him roll his eyes playfully.

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Danny Crankshaw's jaw twitched violently, like he was trying to restrain himself from performing a spectacular spit-take. Keith blinked at the sudden movement, and was subsequently snapped out of his trance.

Oh. He'd been caught staring, hadn't he? Well. That might get awkward later on.

â€ĻAh, whatever. Crankshaw'd get over it.

He went back to his music. Unfortunately, it seemed that Fate had some wickedly twisted sense of humor, because he hadn't even gone over five measures when the door burst open. Wait, no. Burst was too mild a verb. The door blasted open. Exploded open. Nearly blown off its hinges open.

Okay, this was getting ridiculous. It was as if the entire world was conspiring against him. Really, world? Music? What had his music ever done to anyone? Why the hell couldn't everyone just stop being morons and let him brood with his music in peace? Five minutes, dammit—five minutes was all he was asking!

Teeth gritted, he swung his gaze to the door to see whoever the sorry miscreant was. The sight that met his eyes almost made him forget his irritation entirely.

What. The. Hell.

Striding through the battered door, was the meanest looking creature he'd ever seen. The beast lumbered in, big hairy arms swinging like a giant double-strobed metronome, and started snarling out half-formed words at the cashier, who in turn looked rather like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh my God, Keith thought dully. It's happening. Human beings are evolving back into apes.

The cashier made a sound somewhere between a squeak and yodel as the man-beast howled at her. She sounded like a dying raccoon. In all honesty, Keith would have pitied her—a rare gesture in itself—but as it was, he was too busy mourning the deterioration of mankind to really care.

But then the gorilla-thing tromped past him, knocking over Keith's coffee cup in its rampage of rage, and suddenly Keith very much cared.

Shit—

The musician managed to save his score from total annihilation by snatching up the coffee cup. Thankfully, the coffee lid prevented the entire thing from gushing out, so there were only a few brownish stains. On the other hand, it was rather horrifying that there were even stains at all. For a moment, Keith just sat there staring at his work. He wondered, numbly, if this was how Beethoven felt towards whichever higher entity was responsible for his plight. Oh, you want to be a musician? How lovely! Come on, fellow higher beings, let's give him lead poisoning so he'll go deaf! Oh, ha, a deaf musician—what a hoot!

â€ĻOkay, so he was exaggerating a bit. But seriously, paper and pencil were the only tools he had at the moment. No, he did not have Finale. One needed a computer before something like Finale could be obtained, and Keith didn't have a computer. Yes, you heard that right. Shut up. He'd been struggling, okay?

"Who the fuck do you think you are to be stealing my girlfriend? Huh?"

Keith's eye twitched. The gorilla thing. He seemed to be engaged in a one-sided shouting contest with Crankshaw's forehead. A vulgar one-sided shouting contest, more specifically. How unimaginative, Keith thought, as the man rattled off a string of words that all seemed to start with the letter F. ("The fuck you fucker think you're fucking doing? Fuck you, you fucking fucker—") Honestly, it was like the guy's vocabulary consisted entirely of profanity. People these days. Was it so much to ask for intelligent conversation?

Crankshaw suddenly spoke up, pelting the crass man with some snappy reply that seemed to stop him in his tracks. Smirking, the actor whirled around and headed quickly out the door, apparently deciding that gorilla thing was no longer worth his time. Within five seconds, the actor was conversing happily with that nondescript girl (wait, when had she gone outside?) intending, probably, to throw the gorilla thing completely off its tracks. With the absence of the actor, the cafe was quiet for about two seconds before Keith realized one crucial fact: the beast no longer had Crankshaw to take his anger out on. Which meant—

Alright, I'm out of here. He drained his coffee, gathered his coffee-splattered notes, andâ€Ļ

Headed to the bathroom.

Best exit ever.

(What, did you think he was going to walk out the front, like Crankshaw? Hell no. The gorilla thing was blocking the front door.)

The bathroom was actually quite pleasant. Quiet, devoid of human existence, and nice-smelling. Sharp and spicy. He supposed it was the dried herbs hanging on the wall.

He finished the rest of his proofreading in the tiny single-stall bathroom, undisturbed.

And to any poor soul who actually needed to use the restroom, well. Tough luck.

By the time he exited the bathroom, the gorilla man was nowhere to be seen. The clock, however, read two thirty, so it was probably time for him to go. Sighing, Keith left the cafe and headed on over to Mann's estate. Starting work. Living with fifteen other people. Living with celebrities.

Oh, this was going to suck.



Keith Zetler stood in front of the estate, wondering how he was going to get in. He'd seen it before, of course. Moving his meager amount of possessions in had been one of the first things he did, if only to get it over with. The problem was, he didn't want to use the front door. There were bound to be people in that vicinity, and Keith did not want to socialize. Already he could see several people—a few were entering the house, one person was standing at the doorway, and someone was lounging on the front porch.

The one on the doorway was familiar, if only because Keith had seen his face painted on the covers of countless magazines. Wilson or Wilbur or something. The actor, the heartbreaker—the one who had more love affairs than the sky had stars. The one on the porch was familiar as well—it was that Chandelier girl, sprawled all over her chair like she owned the place. Typical actor and actress, both of them. They were going to be a mess to deal with, and honestly, Keith didn't want to start now.

He ended up taking the long way around, along the stone wall under what little cover the surrounding foliage provided, and eventually ended up in the backyard. Oh, how convenient—a nice flight of stairs that would lead him straight to the bedrooms without human interaction. Ascending the stairs, he opened the door and entered a hallway.

Unfortunately, it appeared that Keith was not alone. Someone else was also on the floor, probably searching for his room as well. He studied the man, frowning. An actor, it seemed. El-something, wasn't it? Elâ€ĻEl Dorado. No, don't be stupid. Elâ€Ļton John. El..El..eanor Rigby.

Eleanor Rigby. The stray thought brought a smile to his face. That one was a classic. He wondered if there was a piano somewhere on the estate, it'd be so nice to play it againâ€Ļ

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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.

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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?

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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 theâ€Ļthe 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 somethingâ€Ļ

â€ĻCome 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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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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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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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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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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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."