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Zara Lexington

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

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

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ImageFull Name: Zara Faye Lexington

Nicknames: Most just call her by her first name, Zara. Those she is more familiar with will often shorten it to Za or Za-Za.

Age: 26

Home Town: New York City, New York

Sexuality: Straight

Personality:

Zara is as cold as ice. She doesn’t feel, doesn’t become over-emotional or allow things to affect her. She doesn’t do big shows of emotion, or even simple expressions of feelings. Someone could be telling her the saddest story and she’d be able to just stare blankly on at them, expression hard as stone, unaffected by what she’d been told. It’s not that she doesn’t care, she just doesn’t know how to comprehend their feelings, and so she finds it easier to remain a blank slate. People often find her disposition unnerving, but to Zara, it’s her safety net. She hates other people thinking they know how she feels or what she’s thinking. She tries hard to remain unreadable, even to the most intelligent and intuitive of people. The only time Zara elicits any kind of emotion is when she’s acting. But, getting genuine emotion out of Zara is like trying to draw blood from a stone.

Zara has been described as ‘personality-less’, her blank slate nature makes people think that possibly she doesn’t have a particular personality of her own. Some pass this off as her just being exceptionally boring, but others see her for what she really is; an incredibly complex, and actually quite damaged girl. Her voice rarely expresses any emotions of her own, making it almost deadpan and even toned. She only speaks when she absolutely has to, and even then she doesn’t use flowery language to express herself, instead preferring the simplest words to tell people what she means. It’s virtually impossible to get any world views out of Zara, she will never readily express her opinion and if asked for it, it’s unlikely to be anything particularly strong. When given a choice, she will choose the easiest or most convenient option. Many see this as either avoidance or laziness, but in actual fact, this couldn’t be further from the truth.

Despite Zara’s desire not to be understood by others, there is nothing she likes more than watching others. Her quietness affords her plenty of time, stood at the edge, looking in, watching others. She’s very observant and has learnt to gain lots of information from people’s simplest actions. Reading people is what Zara considers her own personal gift. Her greatest feelings of achievement don’t come from her acting or what she’s achieved in her career, but what she can tell through watching people. She’s actually an exceptionally intelligent girl and, if required, her knowledge of people would allow her to manipulate just about anyone. She sees through even the most superficial of people to what is really the truth. In a way, she is her own worst enemy. If she were ever to meet anyone who was like her and could really see the truth about people, Zara would be terrified of them.

History:

To the outside world, Zara’s young life looked idyllic. Her father, Jeremy, worked in the lucrative fuel industry and money was never a problem for their family. As a child, Zara always had the best of everything. Their house was huge and beautiful, kitted out with all the modern conveniences. They had plenty of land, yet they still lived in a good location. Zara’s bedroom was what every little girl dreamed of and she was never short of toys to play with. Her mother, Annette, previously poor, struggling model with no skills of her own, taken in by Jeremy to be the perfect, obedient trophy wife, although sweet, was ineffectual and weak. She dutifully fell into line for her husband and would never ever speak out against him. Zara’s brother, Philip, was four years her senior. He had been bred since a young age to follow in his father’s footsteps and take over the highly successful family fuel business.

But Zara, the girl, served a different, much more untoward purpose to her father than a daughter should ever have to. The girl was his play thing. His beautiful little child who wouldn’t tell a soul what he did to her. She was seven, the first time he’d opened the door of her room, when everyone else was asleep, whispering softly to stay quiet, that he wouldn’t hurt her. At first, he would just touch her. But as she grew older, he would often force himself upon her, doing unspeakable things to his child. Zara knew, even then, that what her father was doing to her was wrong, but she was so frozen with fear that she never found the words to tell him not to. She couldn’t stop what he did to her, couldn’t prevent her fate. She just stayed quiet as a mouse, like he’d instructed. He told the child not to speak a word of what had happened to anyone else, that it had to remain their little secret, because no one else would understand what they’d just shared. So Zara stayed quiet, her whole life. She didn’t tell a soul what he’d done. In school, she began to take Drama classes, and it became her respite. All the emotions she was feeling yet was prohibited from expressing to anyone, she was able to pour out through a character, someone else who wasn’t really her.

When Zara was seventeen, her father died, very suddenly, hit by a bleed into the brain that killed him instantly. But it wasn’t the sense of relief she expected it to be, the weight wasn’t lifted from her young shoulders. Of course, she was no longer being abused by him anymore, but his death buried the secret. It made it a thing of the past, something she couldn’t bring up. Now, she was trapped with the secret forever, having it haunt her for the rest of her life. She gained a place at a university to study drama, and here she was spotted for her first role. She played a new love interest to a popular young star, and from here she became a household name. Since then she’d dabbled in modelling and movie acting, but television has always been her thing. When Zara was offered a role in XOXO, she saw it as the perfect opportunity to further her career and continue burying the secrets of her past.



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ImageCharacter Name: Hannah Bethany DuBois

Character Age: 17

Character Personality:

Being 'The Party Girl' is a role that Zara loves. She enjoys allowing her wild side to take over and the role doesn't require any huge show of emotion a lot of the time, which Zara, although she knows it's only acting and so that's different, prefers.

Her character is a complete wild child. She loves to drink and party, and even dabbles in drugs. She has no qualms over having casual sex with complete strangers and she's at her happiest when she's out somewhere with loud music, lots of people and plenty of alcohol. Hannah hates following the rules and sees herself as somewhat of a free spirit. She's reckless, and always open to trying new things. She's a nice girl, but having fun is her number one priority, and nothing will change that.

Character History:

Hannah is a relatively well liked character on the show. She was born into money, and lots of it. As a child, she was allowed to run errant , doing as she pleased. Hannah and her mother never really saw eye to eye, but she was her father's only daughter and she was little daddy's girl, doted on and adored by her father. He gave her everything she could possibly want in life, and then some. In his eyes, she could do no wrong. But all Hannah's problems in her life have been of her own doing, simply facilitated by her father's money. In her teenage years, Hannah discovered the wonders of drunken sex, and never looked back. Her character has been pregnant, but ended up having an abortion. She's also spent a short time in rehab, attempting to recover from alcohol problems, unfortunately, it didn't stick.

So begins...

Zara Lexington's Story

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Zara's house still looked much like she was still planning on living in it for the foreseeable future. All her furniture was still in place, clothes still in closets, there was even food still in the cupboards - not that she ate a whole lot anyone, no one in this business did. The only things Zara had decided to bring with her were the essentials, the bare minimum. She had her very favourite clothes, her cell and charger, favourite jewellery, best make-up and some keepsakes. In fact, what she'd actually brought from her own home seemed more like what someone might take on a week's vacation rather than somewhere you were actually moving into. But anything else Zara needed, she'd bought instead of bringing from her home. She wanted to keep her home looking the way it always did, just in case the other actors starting prying or trying to embroil her in anything too emotion, so she had somewhere to escape to still; not that she imagined Robert Mann would allow her to leave the house once he had her there. He'd become very insistent about them all living together. Almost too insistent for Zara's liking. And worse still, he was making them share rooms. With another person. A member of the staff, no less. Needles to say, Zara was not pleased. She was a seasoned, well-paid, popular actress, not some struggling extra, fresh out of drama school. Stipulations like this usually would've caused Zara to quit the role immediately, but something stopped her. This show was important to Zara. Television was where she'd made her name. But, gradually she'd been pulled into movie acting and modelling, where she became a household name. But, to Zara, there'd always been something special about the silver screen. If this show was going to be as hot and Robert Mann and all the critics were promising, this would be the perfect chance for her to get back into television. And so, Zara was tied in.

She gave a final nod of goodbye to her house and picked up her handbag. She'd already had the other things she had decided to bring sent over to the estate, and so she could travel light. She locked the door behind her and slipped into her car and turned the key in the ignition so it rumbled into life. She easily had enough money to pay for a driven, but Zara enjoyed the peace and quiet of driving alone and to have someone with her would ruin that really.

She pulled her car into a free space outside the estate Robert Mann had selected for them all to live in and got out quickly, making her way into the house. After her irritation over the fact she had to share a house, let alone a room with her co-stars and the crew, she'd called Robert Mann and made sure he reserve her the biggest room, the furthest away from the others with two en suit bathrooms. If she was going to have to share with someone, she sure as hell was going to make sure they could stay as separate as humanly possible. Zara made her way through the house towards the bedrooms, with no intentions of greeting people and becoming embroiled in their petty fighting and false friendships.

But, to get to the bedrooms she had to go through the kitchen, where it seemed everyone had congregated. Great, Zara thought to herself bitterly. She paused in the kitchen for a moment, bag looped over her shoulder, carefully looking everyone down. In true Zara fashion, she'd called ahead and made sure the roster of who exactly was going to be living in this house was sent over to her with pictures and a short snippet of information, so she knew exactly what to expect. Of the cast, there was Chandler Lamonte; Hollywood's renowned bitch, but at least she wouldn't feel the need to try and be friends... She was sat on the front porch where Zara had just passed her. Candelaria Flores; a bubbly girl who seemed to be introducing herself, she was a fairly popular star of the big screen, but frankly, way too friendly for Zara to ever want to go near. She seemed to be introducing herself. The other actress, a girl named Olivia Pershephone, who seemed to Zara to be the least annoying female cast member, wasn't there yet.

Of the male actors, William Henley; notorious bad-boy and player, stood in the doorway. Zara observed him carefully. She was fully aware of his reputation and did not, under any circumstances, intend to befriend him. Nathan Crowley was introducing himself to Candelaria. He actually appeared, to Zara, a fairly nice person, who, if Zara was forced to spend time with she may not hate. Although, nice people usually had a tenancy for being over emotional, something Zara really did not want. The other two male actors, Danny Crankshaw; a relative nobody with a minor criminal record and a dead mother, and Elias Montgomery; a guy from Florida who'd done a lot of guest roles but not a lot else, were absent.

Some of the crew also frequented the kitchen. Jasper Alkuino, the man in charge of wardrobe design was sat at a chair. Beside him was Grabriella De Luca, the girl who did make-up and hair, had her arm wrapped around him. Drake Wesley, handyman, was there too. Zara noted the absence of three of the members of staff; Presley, assistant on set, Arizona Deegan, and Keith Zetler, the guy who did the music for XOXO.

Unfortunately, Zara's eyes fell on Fiona, the girl she was supposedly sharing a room with. Perfect, Zara thought irately, now she couldn't just go straight up to her room. If she was going to be spending the next few months with this girl, stuck in the same room as her for most of the day, it really was best not to alienate her on the first day. She was now going to have to go and talk to the girl. Great.

She crossed the room to where the blonde stood beside Candelaria. Zara didn't feel the need to tap Fiona or clear her throat in order to get her attention. It wasn't that Zara was one of those shy, retiring girls who just faded into the background and so didn't speak because she knew no one would listen. No. Zara was certain if she felt the need to speak, people would definitely listen. She had plenty of presence and when she entered a room, people certainly noticed.

"Zara," she introduced herself, deadpan. She didn't reach out for any kind of introductory physical contact. "We're sharing a room," she stated simplistically. Zara preferred to speak in short sentences. She used simple words with few emotional ties. Her language was never flowery or emotion-filled, and she never said more than she had to.

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I should just leave now. There really isn't a point in making sure that no one gets hurt- what am I going to do, drag the unconscious bodies to the mansion? Hardly an easily accomplished feat on my bicyc- oh, right. Stolen. I'm going to have to replace that. It isn't like I can get a taxi or hitch a ride with someone else, unless I sneak into their backseat before they leave for the set. Actually, that's doable. Maybe a bit creepy, but if I'm really desperate. . .I don't want to be late to work, do I? What if they ask me to get them coffee from some strangely specific place? I'll have to walk there. I'll buy a bike tomorrow. No- after the meeting tonight. How far is the estate from the nearest bike shop? One mile? Two? It's in a residential area, so probably further than that. Well, I can always do with a nighttime walk anyway. I can watch the sunset, I guess? As long as I stick to the lighted and crowded areas. No, bad idea. I may not be mugged, but someone will pickpocket me, probably. Is that common here? Stupid question- it's already happened three times, just not recently. It happened more back home, but then I got lost a lot, didn't I? The stray thoughts run through her constantly-active mind, quickly enough that Presley is still processing the scene unfolding in the cafe behind her. Rachel's boyfriend, who resembles a caveman and bares an ironic tattoo displaying a dove on it -does he realize that's the sign for peace?- has moved on from Rachel to Danny, and shouts an impressively long string of obscenities at the actor. Rachel just stands to the side, staring at both of them with a wide-eyed expression, as though shocked.

Don't be so surprised, Rachel. You have to have seen this coming- do you ever listen to yourself? Presley thinks, though she still has sympathy in her inner voice. Rachel seems to have rather bad luck with men, from what the nondescript young woman has heard her say. Not putting all of her attentions on the loud but one-sided showdown, Presley glances over towards Keith, who isn't looking particularly happy as he looks over his sheet music, which appears to have a few coffee stains on it, from what she can see at this distance. By the time she has glanced back over to the fuss, Danny is smirking at the massive man and darting around him out the door, looking confident with his escape. One person, she notes, is less pleased with the man's decision to skip out of the fight. He does seem like the sort who would prefer a good smashing of skulls over a reasonable chat. Still, the caveman does not pursue Danny for the moment, instead opting to stare threateningly at the rest of the patrons, daring any of them to speak up about his actions and outburst of anger.

Presley watches as Keith quickly gathers his belongings and escapes any lingering wrath of the giant by hiding in the bathroom. Like a person who doesn't want to eat in the lunchroom, Presley observes. She can do so without any remorse, because she was that child- not because she was bullied, but because there was never quite enough room for the young woman at the lunch tables, and she would rather eat alone in a small place than a large and crowded one. She looks away from Keith as he disappears behind a shutting door, and now allows her eyes to stop in front of Danny. Rather than just walking past her, he stops in front of her with a polite smile. Why is he stopping? Am I blocking the bicycle rack? I suppose I am. I should apologize. He wouldn't hear it anyway, I suppose. It's easier to just get out of the way then. Oh- ouch. Now my shoulder is a little bit sore. I doubt I'm scratched, though- good thing I'm wearing a cardigan today.

When he asks her for directions, his voice sounds rather sheepish, which contrasts a bit with the smirk he had been wearing only seconds prior to this current encounter. Dubious of his sincerity, but feeling obligated to help nonetheless, Presley opens her mouth to speak, before closing it for a moment. I'd forgotten, this one is from Chicago. His accent sounds like home. I wonder if mine has faded? No, it hasn't- Mr. Mann remarked on it when I met him, didn't he? Why would I think that it is fading? I suppose my mental voice has shifted slightly? Yes, that must be it.

Are you going to the mansion? the words are intended to be out loud, but find themselves mixing with her mental monologue. Presley sighs slightly and tries again, this time speaking coherently. "Are you going to the mansion?" she asks him, an accent audible in that sentence. After speaking it, the young woman realizes that he probably doesn't know who she is, and thinks that she is just some fan who knows where he lives (or will be living). However, she does not clarify this, because she doesn't know how he will take the question, and has always been rather conservative with her words. She does not give her name, because he has not asked nor given his own. Deciding it easier, she pulls a small notepad out of her messenger bag and begins to write the directions from here to the estate down with a black bic pen. Her handwriting is in cramped yet miraculously legible cursive.

Stupid question, he probably is. Wait- rich area? That is slightly presumptuous, isn't it? There are less wealthy parts here, she thinks, but whilst doing so must acknowledge the fact that her own apartment is only marginally affordable because it is cramped, in an awkward area, and the air conditioning tends to, well, not work. I suppose it is primarily wealthy, then. But other people live here as well- where does he think that Rachel works? The people who cook his food? The person who probably drove him here?





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William turns his head at the sound of a car driving down the long paved path to the estate, instantly recognizing the vehicle as belonging to one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood: Candelaria Flores. The Latina is going to be playing the role of the fashionista on this show, and it is well-known that she fits the part rather well, being famous for her apparently impeccable style. Personally, Will thinks that she looks better with the clothes off, but that isn't really something the general public would know- she doesn't exactly any scandalous shots on the internet. The A-list actress steps out of her car, looking the same as always, though her hair is a bit shorter- she had apparently cut it for some recent part or something like that. She wears a smile whilst climbing up the front steps, but that expression appears to falter ever-so-slightly as she watches Chandler walk out of the building and, of course, notices Will leaning against the doorway in. The sight makes the actor himself smirk ever so slightly, though he is by no means a sadist- just a bit of an asshole. Well, perhaps slightly more than just a bit. The young woman comes into the house and introduces herself to the group, eyes scanning the motley crew as she does so.

Knowing her, she's probably memorized all of their names by now, Will muses, and not incorrectly. He may not have been serious about their relationship, but the two did date long enough for him to become slightly in tune with her personality. They had dated for nearly nine months- something he knows because that was the production length for their bit in filming the movie they had starred in together. Almost immediately after the movie premiered, the duo split and such. William hadn't had a problem with it -he didn't exactly cheat because he was looking for a committed relationship- but based on the way that she had slapped him, Laria had been at least a little bit bitter at the time. Probably something about infidelity being bad, and how she now was added to the list of 'girls Hemley dated and cheated on.' The list is actually quite elite, if only because he usually doesn't date the girls that he messes around with- just the ones he either works with, or think are especially hot/good in bed/amusing/all of the above.

The first person to respond to Laria's greeting is Nathan, the no-name actor who had spilled coffee all over the goddamn counter only moments ago, and who has sent Will a quick but dirty glance after the former of the two had made a sarcastic remark about his klutzy nature. The young man's smile is wide and irritatingly friendly. Will isn't a natural grump who dislikes seeing people smile, but he has already decided to dislike this bumbling actor, and that includes the fact that his smile is definitely way too big for his face. "Welcome to the island, Candlestick," Will greets her with a smirk, using an old nickname for her. Another kid, this one with long dreadlocks, walks in at that moment, greeting everyone and standing next to chair with two bags. Though they are not friends, Will at least nods to the guy. Douchebag though he may be, the actor tends to at least acknowledge people when they enter the room. As though they have decided to arrive in some sort of antline, another walks in only a moment later, this time a girl that William doesn't recognize, but who apparently knows the guy with the dreads, based on the fact that she goes over and pokes him in the side.

Was there some sort of preshow get-together that I wasn't told about? William wonders, raising his eyebrows as at least three of the people seem to already have some amount of prior knowledge on each other's identities. He glances back towards Fiona, remembering her comment about enemies as she greets Laria. She's definitely not from around here though, eh? What amuses him, though, is the fact that the young woman is quick to identify a nickname for herself, in order to prevent people from associating her name with Shrek's girlfriend. Honestly, this is probably counterproductive, because William, who hasn't seen any of the films about the green ogre, hadn't thought of this before, but is now curious as to who Shrek is. That popular dreamworks film, right?

Another face, this time another famous one, walks through the door. At the sight of her, William grins slightly, though her back is to him and she therefore does not see him checking her out. He's seen Zara around, of course, and must admit that she is smoking hot- the whole ice queen personality is kind of a turn on for him as well. Not because he wants to 'fix her' or some sentimental garbage like that, but because it makes her something of a challenge. He doesn't say anything at all, for now just enjoying the view. Still, this whole meet-and-greet thing is starting to severely bore the actor, and he's wondering where the assistant is- he could use a beer right now, but doubts that Robert has any stocked in the fridge. As he thinks this, someone walks briskly past him, not even stopping as he continues up the stares and, presumably, to his room. "Well, isn't he friendly," Will observes, watching the guy disappear up the stairs before sliding his arrogant gaze back to the people around him.

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Nathan looked a little shocked as yet another two people entered the kitchen; Nate was friendly but anyone would say the kitchen was getting rather crowded. But Nathan still grinned toward the new people, seeing as they both seemed interesting enough. "Hi, guys, join the party." he waved them in giving a lopsided smile. Nathan wished he wasn't as awkward as he was. He kind of wished that he was like William... Minus the whole being a douchebag part. It would be nice to be considered a serious 'sexy' actor, rather than a cute actor, or 'Hollywood's clutz' (and yes, many a blog called him that after some random paparazzi got a perfectly timed shot of him flying through the air, drink spilling everywhere) 'Some people were just made some way and others not. That didn't even make sence...' Nate mentally shook the thoughts out his head, pushing off the counter to greet yet another girl who walked in, this one being rather quiet. Zara would be one of Nathan's costars in XOXO, though he couldn't really imagine such a quiet girl playing such an energetic role. Then again he didn't really see himself as a douchbag, William as the friendzoned, or Chandler as the nice girl. "Hey Zara, I'm Nathan." he greeted, not realizing that maybe so many greetings are not nessesary.

Nathan gave a sort of nod to everyone before saying, "Well it was nice meeting you all, but I'm thinking I'm going to unpack. See you guys at three." he smiled widely again, mainly because he could sence William's irritarion when he did. And it felt great to irritate someone who irritates you, let me tell you now. Nate grabbed his bags that he left by the front door, going up to the room assianed to him and his roommate. If he was correct, his roommate was actially Drake, and thank god for that, he wouldn't know what he'd do if his roommate was some jerk. At least he knew the guy was ok. When he set his suitcase down on one of the beds, messily throwing clothes into a drawer.

It was easy to empty out his suitcase this way, leaving his now empty suitcase on his bed and sitting on his bed with a pen and a notebook. He felt rather weird about it, but he did keep a journal, not typical of a guy of course, but he used it mainly to remember the things he wanted to tell his siblings. Mainly because Nate could never recall what was important and what wasn't. Most the things he wrote in the journal seemed to be complete nonsence.

First day at XOXO Notes
-Stay away from William, Chandler, & others like them.... WAY to much drama
-No getting drunk, don't need any added conflict
-actually learn lines on time
-Don't fight with anyone, make it easy to live here


Nathan looked up from the page, throwing the notebook on his bed. He didn't know what the use was of making such promises that would most likely not be kept. Nate sighed, grabbing the notebook and writing down basically the most random thoughts.

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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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Character Portrait: Fiona Santiago Character Portrait: Candelaria Flores Character Portrait: Nathaniel Crowley Character Portrait: Gabriella De Luca Character Portrait: William Hemley Character Portrait: Zara Lexington
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3:15PM ~ 4:30PM





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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