Description

”I'm not in the business of denying myself the little pleasures of life.”

|Full Name|
"My name is Gavin. Gavin Eric Astor. Pleasure to meet you."

|Nicknames|
"I'm not a huge nickname guy myself, though I have no problem with other people going by nicknames, of course. My name is short to begin with, though, so I don't see the point of clipping it."

|Age|
"Age? I am Twenty-Six [26] years old, still in my prime."

|Ethnicity|
"I'm German and Italian mixed. My mom's a second generation immigrant from Italy, and my Dad met her while studying in America. I speak German fluently, because it's all my dad spoke at home, but can't say a word of Italian- mom refused to speak it at home."

|Occupation|
"What do I do? I used to be pretty big on the college football scene, but it was never really a life goal for me, so I started to study for a profession. Now I work as a nurse a few nights a week. Yeah, I'm a male nurse. If your going to make some archaic crack about it, don't bother."

|Apartment Number|
"We're kind of like. . . floor leaders? I don't know. I'm in apartment 1427, with a couple of friends from University. Mess with them, and you'll see a side of me that isn't as relaxed as you would be used to seeing me."

|Powers|
Regenerative Healing - Gavin's power is one that he has yet to be able to apply to anyone else, if that is even possible, which he very much doubts. Basically, he is able to rapidly heal from any injuries. Rapidly is a kind of loose term in these circumstances, though, because the more severe the injury, the longer it can take him to recover from it, and the more energy it saps from him. He can go so far as to regrow amputated limbs, although that would be very tiring for the young man and make it difficult for him to stand upright, becoming woozy. This ability can actually been traced through his mother's line, beginning from a very, very far off ancestor who was believed, due to this ability, to be a demigod. The origins of it are unknown, however. Theoretically, he can use this ability to slow or stop his aging process, becoming immortal, but only one of his family members have been known to have achieved this, and they returned their body to its normal processes after living for two centuries and deciding that they had seen too much death and loss, and were prepared to die.

|Weaknesses|
Sapping Energy - As was previously mentioned, more severe injuries can have the downside of draining a lot of Gavin's energy, making him lightheaded or exhausted. Regrowing things like limbs, though he luckily has not yet had to do such a thing, might have him bedridden for a few days. Organs are similar, which he knows from donating organs to the hospital where he works.
Bleeding Heart - Though me may come across as a more masculine and relaxed sort of guy, Gavin is a bit of a sucker for sob stories and the misfortunes of others, and somehow can find himself always doing things on the sly for those in need. He regenerates organs to donate, will secretly chip in on rent for those who can't cover that month, and always seems to be carrying gift cards in his wallet to give to the needy so that they can go buy food with them. Take away all of his teasing and muscles, and he's just a big teddy bear inside. The problem with this is that he can be manipulated through it, because he likes to believe the best in people. Plus, he's had trouble paying for his own meals before because he gave away a good amount of his income.
Cats - Yes, that's right, Gavin has a severe cat allergy, which has been the case since he was young. Despite the fact that he can heal himself from any illness or injury, he cannot escape the swelled throat and watery eyes of cats. The allergy is quite bad, though, and his throat really can swell up until it's hard to breath through his mouth, or swallow anything, if he is around a cat for long enough, or around one that sheds excessively.

|Skills|
Athletic - Alright, this is partially thanks to his supernatural abilities, which happen to keep him in top physical condition, but it branches beyond that. He's been in sports for the entirety of his life, and his job has him on his feet for twelve hours at a time. Obviously, he's going to be athletic. He's pretty good at catching on to most sports, due to natural hand-eye coordination and stamina. Don't get on his bad side, as his tackles can do some damage.
Emergency Medical Training - Gavin wouldn't have been able to become a nurse without taking the proper classes, and those classes taught him how to deal with a variety of different medical emergencies, whether it be a senior having a heart attack or an epileptic child having a seizure. It's what he's trained for, and he's the sort of person who it is handy to have around in an emergency.
Leadership - He's been on enough teams to know how to best deal with people, and has taken the psychology courses required for his field of work. Basically, Gavin may not exactly be an empath, but he's good with people, and knows how to lead others if need be. He may often come across as very relaxed, but he can become serious the instant it is required of him, and simply has good leadership instinct.

|Quirks/Habits|
Shirt and Shoes - Gavin has to take of his shoes as soon as he gets home, or else he feels uncomfortable. He's also the type who takes his shirt off when he gets home as well- he rarely wears his shirt around the house, really. He wears pants, of course, but neither shirts or shoes. He'll put on a shirt if someone seems to feel uncomfortable, but reluctantly.

Gift Cards - The man always has gift cards in his wallet to give out to any homeless people he sees on the street. Beyond that, he just really likes gift cards. He repays favors in gift cards, when he can afford it, and gives gift cards exclusively as presents.

Rubs Back of Neck - One can always tell when Gavin is feeling awkward or nervous, because he'll rub or scratch the back of his neck. It's a transparent sigh, so it doesn't exactly take a telepath to guess what the young man is feeling at the moment.

|Hobbies|
Video Games - One of the first things Gavin will do if he feels stressed in anyway is play video games- they are his form of relief, really, and simply something to spend the time even when they are not necessary to calm him down. Despite playing them constantly, he's only average at them. Still, he moves around a lot when he plays, more accustomed to sports. RPGs are his favorite, strangely.

Basketball - Football may have been how he paid his way through college, scholarships making life easy for him, but basketball is one of Gavin's favorite games to play, and he's rather good. He's constantly trying to get a game together, but often will end up just playing one-on-one games or shooting hoops by himself. He'll play with ___ at least twice a week, though.

|Fears|
Fire - He can heal the injuries that stem from burns, of course, but that doesn't make it any less painful while its happening. He'll avoid fire as much as possible, though when it comes down to it, he's still likely to run in if it means saving others. That doesn't mean he'll like it any more, though.

Losing a Patient - Gavin may come across as relaxed, but his job can be somewhat stressful at times, especially when he is working in the emergency care unit, which he usually does. There's always the fear that something will go wrong, and he won't be able to respond quickly enough or appropriately, leading to the death of a patient due to his own incompetency.

|Likes & Dislikes|
▲Helping Others
▲Basketball
▲Sports
▲Video Games
▲Feeling In Control
▲His Family
▲Residents of the 14th Floor
▲Hero Stories
▲Pasta
▲Speaking in German
▲Action Movies
▲Acts of Kindness/Kind People
▲Flirting
▲Parties
▲Romantics ▼Losing Patients
▼Seeing Sick Children
▼The Terminally Ill Ward
▼Feeling Helpless
▼Disrespect Towards Women
▼Horror Movies
▼Staying Still
▼Chicken
▼Cats
▼Arguments
▼People Messing With his Friends
▼Popcorn
▼People Crying
▼Fires
▼Southern Stereotypes

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|Personality|
Gavin is among those who are considered to be big brother figures to the fourteenth floor, one of those whom people bring internal disputes to, and who deals with any issues that happen on the floor. In this building, after all, the fourteenth floor is basically a self-governing entity, distinct from the other floors. Luckily, he does have the temperament for helping those who are in need, thanks partially to a very easygoing nature. He's never been the sort to easily freak out over things, and is quite adept at calmly assessing situations. He doesn't distant himself from the issues, that's something that is almost impossible for him, but he can remain cool-headed enough to help people sort out their issues. This is true of many others, of course, but he pairs this with a leadership competency developed through years of being put at the head of the group. He simply knows how to deal with people, even if it is just on an instinct or feeling. He's hardly an empath, but he can read body language fairly well, and knows how to react to a variety of different situations that might have others stressing out until they can't think straight. He's able to handle his job as a night-shift nurse for a reason, with all of its stress, and its because he is able to, 8 times out of 10, keep himself as relaxed as possible. Gavin can be serious when the situation calls for it, of course.

Of course, as strong a leader as he might be, Gavin does have some definite soft spots and weaknesses, and those who know him can easily manipulate them. Though he may be an ex-frat boy, he's still an incredibly trusting individual who wants to believe the best of everyone. He's done some things that he regrets, and believing that everyone is born good, and still has good in them, is a way for the man to cope with such things. He is especially trusting in regard to his friends, who he will stand behind no matter what, following them to the ends of the earth if they ask him to. He usually takes people to say what they mean. This might partially explain the fact that he is such a bleeding heart, always trying to help others, regardless of the situation. He is a sucker for any sort of sob story, really, and seems to be constantly lending out money, or chipping in towards the rents of those who aren't quite cutting it that month. He treats the world as though they are his younger sibling, specifically the fourteenth floor, and seems to have what borders on a white-knight complex, believing that he has to help and save everyone. Maybe that's why he opted to become a nurse. It's definitely why he spends at least one third of his paycheck on charities and gift cards for those in need. It's not exactly difficult to enlist his help, is perhaps the biggest thing to take away from all of this.

One side that definitely gives him away as previously having been a member of one of the biggest fraternities at his old university is the fun loving side that he shows once he's gotten off work. He may function as a big brother figure at times, but that doesn't mean he can't be the sort of big brother who goes to parties and flirts and teases and jokes around. In fact, teasing and joking around with others is perhaps his favorite part of parties, because he's a very extroverted individual. He can be found at Apartment 1416 every Friday night, and otherwise it isn't uncommon to see him hanging out with friends, whether that mean playing video games, shooting hoops, or having a round at the local bar. He sees no problem with enjoying life to the fullest, in fact seeing something of a problem with not doing so. He has a great appreciation for life and its brevity, gained after the loss of his younger sister as a child. Basically, he sees it as a crime to not get something out of life, since it is such a gift. He's very appreciative in general, though, never one to forget his thank yous, and always paying back what he's been given.

All in all, Gavin is an optimistic person who genuinely believes that things will work out in the end. He may be a bit naive in this, but it is true all the same. He believes in people, and he believes in the idea that good things will come to those who work hard and are good to others. Maybe this stems from a religious side, for he has been a member of the Catholic church ever since he was a young boy, and his religion has always had a great influence over his life, in his belief in people, and his appreciation for life. The reason his religion has stuck with him is because it was a major help for him when he want through difficult times. It plays such an integral part in him, that it can be included among his personality traits.
Easygoing || Leader || Bleeding Heart || Trusting || Fun-Loving || Appreciative || Optimistic || Religious

|History|
Dallas, Texas. That was the birthplace of Gavin Astor, the second child and first son in his family. His mother and father had met in New York, when both were attending Columbia college, his mother on scholarship to be a Pediatric Doctor, his father sent by a wealthy family to get a degree in business. His father ultimately stayed in America with his mother, and the two gave birth to their first child, a daughter whom they named Gabriella, while still living in New York. While Gabriella was still two years old, however, the family moved to Dallas when Mrs. Astor was recruited for a job in a major hospital. Two years later, Mrs. Astor gave birth to their second child, a boy named Gavin. A year later, they would give birth to another daughter, and then another a year after that, named Maria and Hanna, respectively. The four children grew up in Dallas, and never moved from thereon. It was a happy early childhood, really, and Gavin got along very well with his sisters very well, this being especially true of the youngest sister, over whom he was very protective.

Up until this point, Gavin's abilities had not yet been discovered, though it was known that it showed itself in every generation. The past generation had revealed itself in one of Mrs. Astor, Miss Louisa Del Sarto originally, distant cousins. Because of this distance, she had assumed that her children would not be in possession of this ability. It wasn't until he was in third grade that, after falling out of a tree, his mother noticed the deep cut he had gotten rapidly healing and disappearing. This made her instantly aware that her son had inherited the family gift, which could be traced back for many generations. Gavin received a good amount of instructions and discipline in how he was to hide his ability, though there were slips up here and there, like when he didn't cover a cut up with a bandaid fast enough, and the teacher saw it heal. In this situation, he had to pretend that he had faked the cut, earning a light scolding. Other than such incidents, Gavin's childhood was a time of flourishing for him. He was athletic, and therefore easily accepted by his male peers. He took part in several sports leagues outside of school, but was found to have a talent for football, specifically. He came from a family which was rather wealthy, thanks to the success of his mother, and his father's real estate management business. Life was good.

Of course, in stories such as these, something must go wrong, or at least often does. In Gavin's case, it happened when his youngest sister, The Hanna that he had so treasured, was diagnosed with Leukemia. He was in eighth grade at the time, and she was in sixth. She died a year later. He would often think that, had she had the ability of regeneration instead of him, this never would have happened. She would have survived. Her death did give him an appreciation for the brevity of life, but for a year or two after that, had a graver impact on him. He made the football team, began going to all sorts of parties, and made some mistakes. The biggest mistake of all, however, happened the end of his junior year, he was driving home, under the influence. He hit a child who was walking home in the dark. He stayed, with the child, not the sort to hit and run if anything else, but the child was already in critical condition before the ambulance arrived, and it was too late. He was charged with driving under the influence, and had to go to a few classes. More than that, though, it changed him, perhaps for the better, perhaps not. He fixed up his act, though, and was a changed person, not who he was before Hanna died but definitely not who he had become following that. By senior year, he had gained a football scholarship to a major university.

When he went to the university, he had been very rigid for the first year, something often joked about by the other members of the football team, specifically the older ones. Noticing how serious and distant he seemed when he returned home for the summer, his mother spoke with him frequently about what had happened over the past few years, and how he was now acting about it. By the end of the summer, she had convinced him that he didn't have to choose between having fun and reflecting on what he had done. In an effort to loosen up, he joined one of the larger fraternities, instantly being accepted due to his place on the football team, as he had gained a starting position on the team despite being still a younger player, and was beginning to receive national notice. In this fraternity, he became part of who he is today- relaxed, fun-loving, and more optimistic. This, and religion, helped him to move on from the death of his sister, and the boy that night his Junior year, but not forget them. Eventually, he found that a few other members of his fraternity had unique abilities, like he did, and he became close with them. They continued to be close throughout college, including the part where he retired from the field and got a nursing degree. And they continued to stick with each other when they found an apartment building that seemed to have some sort of magnetism for those with strange abilities.

|Theme Song|

Happy || C2C
You'll never feel happy
You'll never feel happy, no you won't, until you try!
You'll never feel happy
You'll never feel happy, until you even try [x7]
You'll never feel happy, until you try

You'll never feel happy, until you even try [x3]
You'll never feel happy, until you try

Everybody needs this
Everybody needs this, happy thing
Everybody needs this, everybody needs this, happy thing

This song is not a gospel song
This song is not a funk song
This song is not a wrong song
This song is a real song aaaah!

You'll never feel happy, until you even try! [x4]
I need to be happy! Every, everyday!
And every night!
Everybody!
Again and again!
You know what? you'll never never never never never never never never feel..

You'll never feel happy, until you even try ...

Never never never,
Never never never,
Never never never,
Never never never woooou!

You'll never feel happy, until you even try! [x4]
Haheheuhoho...Somewhere In The Between || Streetlight Manifesto
You were gone when we found you
You were practically surrounded, you were trapped
But the opposition stalled, their blood ran cold
When they saw the look of love in your eyes

Maybe the times we had, they weren't that bad
And everything else was part of the plan
We sang: "I don't know where we go from here"
This is the alpha, omega, beginning and the end
And we all just idolize the dead

So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away

You had a love and that love had you
And nothing mattered, you were fine
And some will complain, they're just bitter, what a shame
They know that loving and losing is better than nothing at all

Maybe the times we had, they weren't that bad
And everything else was part of our path
We sang: "I don't know where we go from here"
This is the anthem, the slogan, the summary of events
And we all just idealize the past

So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away

Maybe the times we had, they weren't that bad
And everything else was part of the plan
We sang: "I don't know where we go from here"
This is the alpha, omega, beginning and the end
And we all just idolize the dead

So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away

And someday soon my friends, this ride will come to an end
But we can't just get in line again

So begins...

Gavin Astor's Story

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#2013-11-29 23:37:31, as written by ChloeB223

Morning stretched over California with the warm rays of pure sunlight and new beginnings. The sun's beams of annoying light and unnecessary heat flickered through what she thought were closed blinds and a small whine erupted from her throat, causing her to turn onto her side and curl up, clutching the blanket with the need to return to the calm sanctity of sleep. Long and dark lashes fluttered momentarily, almost brushing a pale cheek before her eyes opened to reveal orbs of pure and nearly glowing sapphire. For a second, emerald green pierced through the sea of her eyes before they returned to normal. Her feral side alwas came out to play early in the morningBut then they closed again and the young blonde drifted off into a very light state of weightlessness and euphoria.

A few moment longer and Arielle, or Ellie as she liked to be called, Murdoc awoke and yawned softly. For only just a second, she considered trying to go back to sleep and ignoring her brain's desire to not miss work today. She hardly took sick days; one little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone. And - if her boss was in dire need of her assistance - there was a thing called Skype. However, a small hint of guilt found its way into her chest and weighed down on her until she opened her eyes and stared at a surprisingly still asleep Tristan. Usually, he awoke before her and would actually force her to wake up. It was a rarity to be up before him.

"I really gotta stop doing this..."

Her mutter fell on what she considered to be deaf ears at the moment as she took in the time to admire the way Tristan's hair fell over his face, or the sharp, timeless handsomeness of his face. More importantly, the calm innocence on his face as he slept. His almost always tense countenance during the day and an even harder expression when he was feeling the stress of his line of work or annoyed made it almost impossible for most to think that calm was a good definition to ever use in a sentence with Tristan's name. However, Ellie and a few others were granted the opportunity to see him truly smile or at moments like these; where his face held no tenseness and he was visibly relaxed. The only thing that spoiled the moment was not being able to see those beautiful eyes. A small, barely noticeable and possessive growl snuck its way past her lips and Ellie could see the little bitch inside of her curling up into a ball and smiling to herself happily.

Rolling her eyes, Arielle sat up, throwing the blanket off of her body. The shirt she stole from Tristan - an old one so that she would not get cussed out - fell off of her right shoulder, revealing the straps to the cami she wore underneath. Other than those two items of clothing, that was all Ellie wore last night. She pretty much crashed at some point; she couldn't truly remember when. Rolling her neck, Arielle decided that she couldn't exactly leave Tristan to sleep. They both have work.

"Come on, handsome," she called and leaned over to push against his very broad - don't go there - shoulders. "Tristan, wake up. We have work." Knowing that he would eventually awaken, Arielle decided to go make coffee. Without a lack of confidence in her physique or embarassment for being seen, Arielle stood and stretched, leaning up onto the tips of her toes and extending her fingers as well. The shirt fell to the middle of her thighs. She gave one final glance to Tristan, ignoring the way her heart clenched momentarily, and walked out of his bedroom to go make a batch of coffee.

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#2013-11-30 00:35:39, as written by Miss Nomer

Having worked the night shift at the hospital, Gavin is only just returning home now, exhausted by his twelve hour shift. Luckily, there weren't too many mishaps with any of the patients he had been watching last night, though he did have to cover for a nurse who was currently on pregnancy leave until her shifts could be better redistributed, so there had been more of a strain to get everything done and under control than normally. What he'd really like right now is to eat breakfast and then pass out for a couple of hours. He won't be having work for another two days, so he'll be able to rest and such, and perhaps go to the bar with a couple of friends tonight. The thought is very tempting, though it takes a backseat to hunger. He normally would've stopped by a fast food place on the way back, but there was too heavy a flow of traffic for him to get to the other side of the road, so he opted to just eat at home.

The man gets into the elevator, which he only uses after working. A few other people get on as well, but most of them will be going down to work, unlike the young man still wearing his scrubs. He steps out at the fourteenth floor, politely wishing the other people in the elevator a good day before walking down to his apartment, which is towards the end of the floor, and therefore has some pretty excellent windows- more than several of the other apartments, since it's on the corner. It's also an apartment that often has people in it, for the residents are considered unofficial leaders and big brothers of the unique medley of people who rent on this particular floor. Of course, that's disregarding any nighttime visitors of a certain roommate with the ability to manipulate others.

Tired, it takes Gavin a second to find the right key before he can finally get access to his own apartment. He closes the door quietly, in case the others are still sleeping, and immediately takes off his shoes, which are always bothersome constraints for him. Keys make a little clinking noise when he hangs them on the hook beside the door, where he always leaves them. No, not leaves them. Puts them. A subtle but important difference, really.

There is a mirror in their front hallway, and Gavin catches sight of himself in it, resulting in him giving himself a once over. Maybe a shower after food, he decides, definitely needing one- not because he's dirty, but because he does have some sweat from running about, and needs something to wash away the night. Besides, he's always rather liked cold showers.

He is walking down the hallway and halfway through taking off his shirt when he notices that they have a visitor. Not an uncommon one, though. Arielle is standing in his kitchen, wearing what appears to be his genius roommate, Tristan's, shirt. He quickly puts his shirt back on and gives her a smile in greeting. "G'morning. You know you don't actually live here, right?" he asks jokingly, for she seems to be over at this place as often as she is at her own apartment. Gavin notices that she is making coffee, but hardly needs some at the moment, as he plans on taking a nap or something. He's been awake for 24 hours straight now, after all. It's hardly an unreasonable desire. First things first, however: breakfast.

Gavin walks past her and to the kitchen fridge, from which he pulls out a plastic container of left over spaghetti. It'll do. After spooning it all into a bowl and sticking it into the microwave, he turns back towards Arielle. "Were you here all night, then?" having left around seven or so last night, he wouldn't really know, of course. He can, however, guess that the answer is yes.

Last night had not been fun at the bar. Well, perhaps it had been fun for some of the customers, especially those who had not associated with the fight, but for the bartender who had to break up 2 fights last night, and deal with the typical round of drunken idiots, it had been less than fun. Normally, she actually enjoys her job, despite the drunks and having to deal with the occasional would-be date rapist when she sees them slipping something into another customer's drink. Last night's fights, however, had been unnecessary and downright irritating- and not helpful to the headache that Nailah had been dealing with already. Of course, she broke up the fights, putting on a show of pulling them apart so that it wouldn't look suspicious when both of the fighters suddenly doubled over in inexplicable pain. One of them had gotten a blow on her when she was focusing on the other, and had gotten a double dose of pain for that. Revenge didn't make the bruise on her jaw go away.

Nailah almost wants to sleep in, which is uncharacteristic for a girl who typically claims that "sleeping in too much makes [her] feel slimy." Still, she pushes herself out of bed. By the sound of it, no one else is up yet. Which means that Arielle is probably at Tristan's house still. The thought merits an eye roll. That relationship is one that Nailah finds silly- both of them seem to be constantly tip toeing around the obvious. For people so intelligent, they sure do know how to make things impossible for themselves, that much is true. It isn't really her business, however, and won't be unless Arielle somehow gets hurt in the tangle. Should that happen, it is an accepted fact, one that not even Arielle can stop, that someone will be getting a very nasty pain all over.

After flicking through the channels to find some documentary on Confucianism in modern China, Nailah grabs a box of cereal and some soy milk [she's not a lactose-friendly person], as well as a bowl, spoon, and mug of hot jasmine tea. She's not much of a person for making breakfasts, content with a muffin or a bowl of cold cereal. The tea is to help her headache, and warm up her body. Nailah always seems to be cold- her hands are naturally cold, and she can feel a chill in an above room temperature space.

What she really wants right now is a cigarette, but she'll push it off until she has eaten. In her most recent attempts to cut back, the young woman has begun setting limits that push back when she can smoke. Not before breakfast is the current effort. Besides, she'll want to shower after she smokes. The girl hates the scent of it, to be honest.

To: Arielle
Morning. You at Tristan's?

She sends the test to Arielle with two intentions- to confirm her suspicions, and to make sure that Arielle is awake. After sending it, the girl leans back in her chair and takes a sip while she listens to the narrator go on about the scholar-gentry class and how it influenced the pressure on education in China.

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#2013-11-30 01:16:45, as written by ChloeB223

As Arielle waited for the coffee machine to brew her some French Roast coffee, she breezed through her texts. Without fail, Mrs. Cooper already sent her ten texts this morning, including the fifteen she sent last night as a reminder that there was in fact a board meeting today at around 11 am. She wanted Ellie to pick up some coffees and baked goods from her favorite little bakery a block away from Cooper Coporations. They introduced new models and actors into the world every single day and their meeting was for a partnership that would give the company over $6.5 billion. Rolling her eyes, Arielle pressed for the contact she had on speed dial.

"Morning, Stacy," Arielle greeted cheerily, bouncing onto the countertop. She could hear the third roommate bustling around in his room from where she was and if her nose's reaction wasn't enough, she had no doubt that - once again - he brought another girl home. What was this? The third one? "Yeah, I know. Feels like a wonderful Friday. Anyway, I gotta call in an order today and I need it done by 10:55. I need an array of croisants, bagels, muffins, and as many other delicious pastries that you could find in the store. I also need twelve coffees..." It didn't take too long for Stacy to finish with the order and Arielle hung up the phone. Just as she set it down to get her cup, her hand paused. The push of a key into the hole and a quick flick of a wrist reached her ears and a subtle flick of her nose alerted her to the familiar scent of an exhausted Gavin. She relaxed just as he came through the door and poured herself a cup of coffee.

While fixing herself up with cream and sugar, she listened for movement in both Tristan's room and where Gavin stood. Perhaps, if she honestly brought herself to care, she would feel a tad bit uncomfortable with wearing very little in an apartment filled with guys. However, she was surprisingly at home with them, though she couldn't say for sure that it was the same for Gavin or the other roommate. But, in Ellie's mind, if either of them truly had a problem with her presence, they could say something. So caught up in the task of fixing her cup and her musings, Ellie actually tensed a little when Gavin spoke.

"Is that a complaint I hear, handsome?" Arielle retorted with a twinkle in her eyes as she turned around to face Gavin as he entered the kitchen. She leaned back against the counter and sipped her coffee, a small purr causing her chest to rumble just-so as warm, sweet liquid eased its way down her throat. As Gavin fixed himself a serving of food, Arielle blushed at his inquiry of her being here all night. It was something her friends teased her about constantly and the insinuations a few apartments down and around the corner always had her cheeks burning for reasons she honestly did not want to acknowledge. "Yeah, your place was a lot closer." Arielle went back to drinking, needing more of the God-sent gift that was coffee.

She hadn't necessarily lied. They really were closer to the elevator than her apartment was. All the guys had to do was walk down the hall. She would have had to walk down the hall and around the corner. Call it lazy, but Ellie had not been in the mood for that last night. So, she settled. Plus, she worked better in Tristan's presence, though she kept that bit of knowledge to herself.

"Bet you're sleeping the day away, aren't you?" Just as she finished speaking, her phone buzzed and Arielle glanced to see a new text. Biting her lip at the obvious opinion her best friend, Nailah, had about her current relationship with Tristan, Arielle sent her response.

To: Nailah
Morning, luv. And yeesss!! Gonna be down when I wake Tristan up!! :) :)

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#2013-11-30 04:55:00, as written by ibecameinsane

For the third night in a row, Tristan had come home the previous night close to dawn. Four hours. If he could just get four hours he'd be golden. Of course, like many nights, he found that his bed had not one unaccompanied. Arielle was fast asleep in his bed by the time he walked across the threshold of his bedroom. If it had been any other woman, this would've deterred him. However, seeing as she typically made herself at home whether he was here or not, he'd grown accustomed to seeing a crown of blonde hair resting on his pillow. It was for that reason that he remained clothed, taking nothing off but his shoes before retiring for the night. He remained above the covers, dissuading any false assumption that she'd been there for any other purpose other than sleeping. Clearly anyone could waltz into his room without him knowing so—to him—this was necessary. He couldn't be bothered with rumors or illusions of an intimate relationship. He simply didn't have the time.

After the departure of his interloping companion, the bedroom was quiet save for Tristan's soft breathing. He'd no intentions of waking up, regardless of his company and the fact that he'd exceeded his four hour minimum. Arielle's efforts had gone in vain, leaving him bound in his restful state. To any onlooker it would seem that he would go on sleeping for hours more, maybe several. However, a sudden uproarious sound of a guitar riff tore him through his reverie. Tristan rolled over onto his back begrudgingly, groaning as the phone levitated into his waiting palm. He didn't have to look at the caller ID to know who it was, the abrupt explosion of ACDC being a key contributor to his knowledge. It was merely a text, one that simply read:

Holmes. You up?

I am now.

He'd responded as quickly as he'd received it, sitting up with his iPhone in his hands. It'd been his partner, Agent Wyatt Jensen or otherwise known to Tristan as Wattsen. It was a play on pseudonym derived from a combination of his first and last name, ironically coincidental in consideration to the name Tristan himself had been given. Because of his deductive prowess, he'd earned the name Holmes from his best friend. Best friend. Tristan shook his head at the thought. He couldn't remember when he started calling the man that. Then again, when the man has taken more than one bullet for you it seemed almost indecent to refer to him as anything else.

We've got another one. When can you get here?

Give me twenty.

This response spurred him into action, hauling him off of the covers and into the bathroom attached to his room. His shower took him ten minutes and it took less than five to dress himself in his sharp suited work attire. He combed his hair, leaving it to fall haphazardly around his face and yet the style wasn't off putting. Grabbing the basic necessities and pocketing most of them, Tristan walked out into the hall, his attention on his phone. He glanced up briefly to acknowledge the people in the kitchen, "Morning Gavin". His eyes cut to the blonde sipping on a coffee mug, going unfazed by the fact that she was traipsing around in one of his shirts. "Arielle," He left the apartment with nothing more than that, striding to the elevator as he brought his phone to his ear, dialing up his partner.

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#2013-11-30 06:17:58, as written by Miss Nomer

Gavin raises his eyebrow and chuckles, "It very nearly is." The microwave beeps, but he takes a moment to open it, rustling through the drawer that contains their eating utensils before he finds a small fork which is his favorite for eating pasta with. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for this preference, as the fork in fact is slightly less practical than a larger one might be for eating. He simply likes it, and thus uses it. Besides, it's the fork that no one else really uses it, so it is good to have an assigned task for it- the fork would otherwise collect dust. "I'm starting to think we should start making you pitch in for rent," he adds with a smile before finally taking the spaghetti out of the microwave. Gavin sprinkles cheese over it, and then coats it with an excessive amount of salt. He's a pretty big fan of the stuff, clearly, something he claims is due to a sodium deficiency, but isn't really. He just likes the taste. Needless to say, he drinks a lot of water, as well- it balances out the large salt intake.

He doesn't bother to ask why she didn't simply make the extra few yards to the comfort of her own apartment. Her excuse of it being a shorter distance has been used before, and continues to be a very weak one. Still, he accepts it all the same, believing, as most of the floormates do, that it's just a very thin coverup for her real intentions. Tristan didn't get home until rather late, Gavin recalls, something he knows because he had sent the man a text asking about some trivial thing. He guesses that Arielle had actually gotten here before Tristan did at least. Maybe his bed is just a lot more comfortable, he thinks, joking with himself to some extent. "Closer? Whatever you say, blondie," he responds before stifling a yawn. He is clearly not bubbling with energy at the moment, reaching the 'too tired to sleep' stage rapidly. He's really hoping to fall asleep before that step has been reached.

With a shrug, he continues to eat the salt-and-cheese pasta mix, eating rather quickly. Mouth full, he can only nod when Arielle guesses that his plan for the day is to sleep. Of course she'll know his schedule by now, she's over frequently enough. Realizing he needs one, Gavin pours a glass of water to help chase down his food. Hearing noise coming from Tristan's room, he glances over, and just in time to see his flatmate walk out, clearly heading out of the apartment. He gives a nod of his head and an instinctive "Good Morning" in return, his greeting perhaps being said just before Tristan leaves the apartment.

Hopefully, Arielle will follow. Don't misunderstand, he doesn't dislike Arielle. He just doesn't want to leave her in the kitchen to go take a shower, and thus will be bound to the room until she leaves. Courtesy, of sorts. "And I suppose you'll be working today?" finally, his response to her sleeping comment comes about.

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#2013-12-01 04:44:14, as written by ChloeB223

Arielle giggled and took another drink of her coffee as Gavin joked that they should probably make her pitch in for rent. Hell, the girls had actually joked about her splitting half of her pay for both apartments just to be fair. She came over here, cooked on occasion, and hung out here more times than she could count. And it would be fair- seeing how she spent most of her time in the guys' apartment, but...she sighed. That would be going a tad bit too far, especially given that she's probably very much blatant to the true inhabitants of the apartment she was currently standing in. When Gavin's tone suggests disbelief at her little lie about her apartment being too far away, her cheeks flushed a lovely rosy shade.

"Kinda obvious, aren't I?" Was what decided to come out of her mouth. Arielle didn't even think about responding to any response Gavin might have for her. In fact, she honestly - truly - did not care for one. Continuing on this subject - and damn her brain for even going there - meant confusion and heartache and honestly, Arielle was starting to believe that she was the only one who was sincerely confused. Already and without her day having to start, a small headache began to form and she winced. She heard Tristan's ringtone go off in his room and a few mere moments later, he was moving.

Arielle had just finished her coffee when Tristan pretty much floated into the room and floated right back with the swiftest of greetings. She didn't even try to call after him when he was out the door, rejecting the way her lips automatically wanted to curve downward into a frown. No. She was not going to be upset over something as miniscule as this. Besides, he was on the move because he had work - the same thing she had. Sighing, Arielle flashed a smile to Gavin.

"Yep...and it's gonna be bad. Thank God it's Friday," she lamented, quaffed the rest of drink, and then grabbed hold of her phone. Usually, if she made coffee, the other roommate would drink the rest and luckily, she didn't even make a big batch this morning. "Well, probably should get going. Enjoy your sleep, love." Ellie barely even registered if he responded or not. She hurried back to Tristan's room, scrambled to put on the jeans and jacket she brought up with her, slipped on her flats, and made Tristan's bed as quickly as she could. With one last glance to make sure everything was neat and a wave towards Gavin on her way out, Arielle was out the door.

A few minutes later, she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, taking a moment to lean against the door to gather herself. She could hear the munch-munch-munch of Nailah eating cereal in the living room, the TV on some random documentary or was it a commercial? and the stillness in Cheyenne's room. A beat later and she was stepping in, throwing her keys down on the counter and placing her phone beside it. She walked into the kitchen to find something more sustaining to eat before the meeting.

"Morning, gorgeous! Missed me?"

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#2013-12-01 08:51:19, as written by spayce

Cheyenne woke up to the sound of a muffled TV program in the living room. The light escaping her curtains shined on the comfy clutter of her bedroom- glass terrariums, the hanging tapestry over her head, drying herbs, diy cigarettes, shelves filled with empty pretty things, clothes lines, instruments. The scent of warm jasmine and copal incense burning in her room made her feel calm and dreamier than usual. She brushed tiny tangles out of her long disheveled hair and chose to wear a long sheer skirt over a cotton long sleeve leotard that she wore last night.

Her phone beeped reminding her of a tarot reading appointment in the park. She feels nervous and excited whenever she meets a new customer. Last night she littered the walls of the apartment building with her decorated psychic flyers. She had always been too shy to talk to her neighbors, but they hopefully won't mind the flyers scattered in the hallway and elevator and call the number listed on them instead of complaining.

She entered the kitchen to find Naila and Arielle eating breakfast in the kitchen. She smiled at Arielle. "Did you have a nice time last night?" she asked with a knowing smile. Cheyenne made herself toast with almond butter and basil. She took her plate and mug of tea over to where Nailah was sitting and watching a documentary. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, staring at the bruise on Nailah's chin.

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#2013-12-07 23:44:55, as written by peace_of_mind7

The water was hot against his flesh as it cascaded down his aching back and shoulders. August scrubbed away last night’s events from his skin; all the sweat and the scent of perfume. All that remained was the hickey on his collarbone and the few scratches on his back. He ran his fingers through his bronze locks, slicking the strands back underneath the hot rain of the showerhead. Steam surrounded him in a warm fog and he grinned, loving the feeling of being clean again only to get down and dirty soon enough. Speaking of dirty, a silhouette was waiting just outside the shower door. Without August noticing, the glass slid open and a woman shimmied into the shower behind him. Smiling wickedly, she wrapped her slender arms around his waist, nearly startling him.

“Jumpy?” She quipped with a giggle.

“Well, a warning would have been appreciated, Alex.”

She kissed his shoulder, smiling fondly against his skin. August turned around to face her, grinning from ear to ear. “You have a photo shoot this afternoon with Calvin Klein. I’ve already booked your transportation and that should be picking you up at around ten o’clock in the morning. I even took the liberty to block out some time for us to grab some food.”

“Aren’t you considerate, Boss?” He smirked, caressing her dripping face and planting a kiss on her lips. “So, we can do one of two things. We could get out this shower and get ready to start another grueling day of work, or we could go to work late.”

Alex wrapped her arms around his neck, a soft smile on her face. “Way ahead of you; I woke us up early because I knew you’d want this. We have an extra hour, Auggie.”

“Have I ever told you that you are the best agent I’ve ever had?”

“Let me show you how good I really am.”

Augustus fished his keys out of his pocket as he approached his apartment. With pep in his step, the young man meandered into the premises. “Hello, hello, hello,” he called cheerfully throughout the apartment. He ventured into the kitchen, immediately making a beeline towards the refrigerator, combing through the options laid before him. He turned around only to find Gavin there. “Hey, man. Sasquatch left already? Protecting us all with his brilliance or some shit?”

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#2013-12-08 03:55:42, as written by Miss Nomer

"Well, I suppose I'll be able to find it in me to go on, then," Nailah responds to Arielle's assurance that she and Cheyenne are the clearly smitten blonde's favorite people. She doesn't doubt it, despite knowing her friend's affections for the genius detective down the hall. After all, this apartment's residents are bound by a strict code of friendship before all else, and she believes that they all stick to it. She and Cheyenne certainly do, and Nailah has faith that Arielle will continue to put friends before romance, even though she seems to be nearing a cliff of sorts with her intensifying feelings. Honestly, though she'd never admit this to her friend, Arielle serves as something of a cautionary tale to Nailah- especially as she's seen the girl in her more jealous states, unfortunately. It all serves as a rather good reminder that things like that are messy, and not worth the effort. As it stands, the girl is quite content with the occasional one night stand, and ensuring that everyone around her is a friend, enemy, or stranger, but never something more.

Her eyebrows quirk up at Arielle's dinner date with this Javier chap, but her only comment on it is an amused smirk of sorts before she glances towards the documentary and picks up the remote, turning off the TV, since she has better things to do at the moment- with her roommates out in the common area, after all. Because her work hours are 6pm-2am, 5 or 6 days a week, she doesn't typically see them as frequently as one would expect, unless they show up at her bar, which isn't unheard of. Still, her schedule tends to clash a bit with Arielle's, though Cheyenne lines up a bit more due to the lack of structure in her work. She's a by-appointment psychic, after all.

At Cheyenne's request, Nailah offers a half smile, "Well, you didn't put them up to long ago, after all. As far as vibes go, can do- I have the night off, after all." Yes, today is her precious night off- of course, she always takes Fridays off, despite the fact that they are one of, if not the, best tipping nights of the week. She's got things to do and people to hang with on this night, and given that she's managing to pay her bills well enough, she figures that this is forgivable. Even if it isn't, who cares?

Two thoughts cross Nailah's mind at Cheyenne's suggestion. She voices both, "Mystery boy? It's Tristan, Cheyenne." There's a sort of everyone knows everyone feel to this floor, but that's definitely the case with the guys in 1247, who are the unofficial leaders of the floor, after all. "But sounds like a plan to me. Might need to go and buy some drinks, though. Up for some grocery shopping, or do you have an appointment today?"

After Arielle had left the apartment, something that happened so soon after Tristan's departure that it was obvious she is making no attempt to hide her point of being there, Gavin heads for the shower. The clean feeling is much needed, as it always is when he gets home for work. His place of work is one of the most sanitary places in the city, completely sterilized- or as much as is possible with all that work to be done. Yet, he always needs to shower when he returns home. The man loves his work, of course, and wouldn't switch out for any other job- he passed up the chance to become a professional football player, after all, a job which would have made him a good deal more money than working as a nurse does. But that wasn't where his heart lied, and he currently works in a place that has been important to him ever since the passing of his younger sister, Hanna.

Once he feels properly cleansed, Gavin gets out of the shower and dries off, wrapping the towel around his waist for the short trip to his room. He doesn't get claim to the biggest bedroom, the one with the attached bathroom. This was a luxury he had willingly passed over, however, not the sort to make a fuss about something so simple as where one sleeps and such. Besides, of his roommates, he is the least likely to have guests staying the night, what with Augustus's girls and Tristan having Arielle over. It makes sense that he'd have the smallest room; he does the least in it, and doesn't really have an excessive amount of things with which to fill up a large room.

After putting on clothing- just a pair of shorts, actually, since he no longer feels the need to maintain the courtesy of having a shirt on, Gavin makes a brief detour to the kitchen once more, this time heading for a cold water bottle. His throat has been itching a bit, though he knows he can't be coming down with something- the guy is immune to pretty much all sicknesses. Instead, he wonders if someone had brought their cat into the elevator shortly, or something along those lines. That would be the most reasonable explanation.

Just as he walks back out to the kitchen, he finds Augustus at the fridge. Well, he had heard him say hello before entering the kitchen, but still. Of course, his friend is home even later than he is. But, while Gavin was out working, he knows for a fact that Augustus was otherwise occupied. His roommate is rather insatiable, he has found over the years.

"Morning. Yeah- he left, and Arielle right after him," he smiles at Augustus's comment about Tristan keeping the streets clean, though that is in his job description. He's probably off working on the newest murder case- or one of them, after all. The guy is a police force onto himself, as far as detective skills go. But then, their roommate is known as Holmes for a reason, isn't he?

"What about you? Staying in for a bit, or do you have a gig today?" It occasionally occurs to Gavin that he has the most average job of all of his roommates. A model, a detective, and a nurse. One of these things is less of a conversation starter than the others.

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#2013-12-08 21:04:36, as written by peace_of_mind7

Augustus smirked, his amber eyes widening in amusement. Ah, Arielle; the cute blonde from 1416 and Tristan’s groupie. “Please tell me he’s tapped that by now.” August sighed. “Moose just needs to get laid already. I even offered to be his wingman, but nooo.” August puffed out his chest and stood on the tip of toes, trying to comically mimic Tristan’s large stature. He then proceeded to lower his voice several octaves, attempting to make fun of his voice. “We’re just friends, August; nothing more, nothing less.” The young man deflated with a roll of his eyes, popping the can of Mountain Dew open. “I call bullshit. He likes her and he wants her. That human mountain is blowing holes in my ship.” He took a gulp from the can as he leaned against the counter and listened to Gavin’s question.

The young man shrugged his shoulders, “Just a photo shoot with Calvin Klein. I should be back before midnight. I came home to change my clothes…it’s been one hell of a night, my friend.” He gulped down more soda before burping loudly and using his sleeve to wipe his mouth. “Don't you have a hospital to get to? You know; lives to save, doctor's asses that need kissing, lonely lady nurses begging for the D...at least that what Grey's Anatomy has taught me." His smirk was back on his face as he finished off his soda and threw the can into the recycling bin. He returned to his previous position, eyeing Gavin lightheartedly. "You are too damn buff to be a nurse, Gavin. I wouldn't want you operating on me, afraid you'd crush me under the scalpel."

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#2013-12-12 23:34:13, as written by ChloeB223

"Thanks for the dinner, Javi," Arielle said as they exited the restaurant, an appreciative smile on her face as the gentleman accompanying her opened the door for her. "I'll make sure to get back to you if there are any changes." The handsome young man smiled at her and led her towards her car, a polite hand at the middle of her back to steer in the right direction. Luckily for him, it was appropriate enough. The other side of her was sated by the steak she ingested and currently found him harmless.

"No problem." She could feel him hesitating when they finally reached her vehicle. Arielle paused, hand still in her purse to pull her keys out and eyes on him expectantly. Javier smirked at that and cleared his fault. "And maybe, if its alright with you, we can do this again some time." A small smile spread on her face and Arielle lowered her head to the ground so that he wouldn't see the other part of her come to life.

No!No!No!No!No!No!No!

"Sure, why not?" Javier was harmless and all they would be doing is hanging out or grabbing a bite to eat. There was nothing serious about. But still, something twisted in her stomach that made her smile feel somewhat forced. However, Javier must not have seen that. His smile was bright and adorable.

"Alright then. Good night." He pecked her cheek gently before walking to his car, waiting until she was seated in her own before entering his. Arielle sat there for a moment to mull over the decision she just made. Was she just leading Javier on? Sure, he was nice and definitely cute. But...was she even interested? Arielle deflated, sitting back in the driver's seat before pulling out her phone.

To: Everyone
Message: Party in Apartment 1416!! See you there!! :) :)

After that text was sent, she sent a quick message to Nailah, telling her that there were a few things she was going to pick up first before she came back to the apartment.

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#2013-12-13 21:23:55, as written by Miss Nomer

Gavin glanced over at Augustus, raising an eyebrow once more, mostly at his comment on the sexual relations between Tristan and Arielle. His reply is buffered with a shrug, partially because he can't honestly say on the matter, regardless of the fact that the young man across from him asks in a mostly joking manner. They both know by now that Tristan isn't really the sort- in fact, Gavin might be hard pressed to remember any instance of Tristan bringing a girl home without some sort of platonic bond being the explanation. He'd guessed, for most of the time that they'd known each other, that the genius was asexual. Perhaps he is, and aromantic as well, though Gavin has slightly greater doubts in regards to that. "Can't say, man. You know how he is," and clearly, Augustus does, for he launches into an impersonation close enough to prompt a laugh from Gavin- in no small part due to the great contrast in height between Augustus and the demi-Goliath that he is making an effort to mimic. His following words a source of slight confusion on his part, however.

"Your ship? What?" having never been the sort to go on the internet much, or to be part of fandoms and the like, the term is foreign to Gavin. He is somewhat glad to move on to a topic with which he is far more familiar- the hospital. He finds it a bit funny that Augustus still doesn't really know his schedule, though chalks it up to the fact that he's often somewhere else at night and during the day. At least, away enough to not realize that Gavin works the night shift, not the day shift. "Day off, actually. And as far as lonely lady nurses go- you should probably watch less soap operas," he responds nonchalantly, though with a smile. He's not being entirely honest, though- he is quite popular with many of his female coworkers, as it happens. But, he doesn't like the idea of dating at work- if there's a break up, it would just make things awkward, and that's the last thing one needs rushing about a place full of the injured, ill, and dying.

He glances at the clock, "Besides, you're the one surrounded by female models, right? At the moment, I'm more content to surround myself with a bed and blanket. Have a good day, man," he adds, before grabbing the water bottle, gulping down half of it, and returning to his bedroom for a much needed rest.
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Just as he is getting to the ending of a movie, after a day of sleeping and then going to the gym, Gavin's phone vibrates; it's a text from Arielle, and he hardly has to open it to guess the contents. After all, her apartment is known for their friday night parties, so consistent that it seems unnecessary to send out a text about it. Still, the man checks the message, confirming his suspicions.

To: Dina, Augustus, Tristan
Are you going to the party tonight?

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#2013-12-14 03:48:50, as written by .euphoria.

After a large sports team was taken care of, Dina went to the back to see her friend, Abby or Ab as some people called her, working the new coffee machine. Or at least attempting to. Dina chuckled before going over to her, lightly pushing her out of the way to show her how to do it. Dina didn't have many friends but, Abby was one of them and one of her best friends at that. Dina actually talked a lot around the college student about everything. Something that wasn't easy for her. "How the hell did you learn how to do this?"

Dina just chuckled and filled up the two small cups with espresso before putting them on the tray next to the machine before making two more and handing on to her close friend. "I worked at Starbucks back when I lived in Seattle." Abby took one sip before for making a sour face and setting the drink down. All while Dina drunk the whole thing in one sip. "How do you drink that?" Dina just shrugged before putting the two empty glasses in the sink for the busboy to clean whenever he got back from cleaning a small table.

"Like I said, I lived in Seattle for a few months... You just learn to get addicted to it." Abby rolled her eyes before grabbing the tray and going out to give them to the table of a young couple. By the looks of it they were friends of Abby's because when she went out she didn't return to the back until five to ten minutes later. And when she did, the older girl looked at her with her hands on her hips. "You're suppose to be working, not hanging out with friends."

Abby rolled her eyes before hugging her friend. "Yes, mother." Dina pushed her off of her before looking towards her. "So, how's your sister doing." Dina sigh before shrugging. "I don't know. She keeps sneaking out to go to parties and when I try reprimanding her she just acts like I'm her mother."

"Well, I mean Dina you do act like it sometimes." The Jewish girl scoffed and looked away, not even listening anymore. She shouldn't have asked a girl only two years older than her sister for her opinion on how to treat her younger sister. "I'm serious Dee, you treat her like your mother probably did."

"Oh please, if only our mother was as good as me at taking care of Dani." She never told only one how their parents treated the two of them, mostly Dina. She always took to pain away from her sister, not wanting Danielle to feel that pain that she had to feel everyday. So, whenever she could get her drunk father angry at her instead of their youngest child, she did. Even if it meant that she would get punished ten times worse than Danielle. "Look, I'm just saying that maybe if you gave her a bit more freedom with out get angry at her about it then maybe she wouldn't sneak out so much."

"Waitress."

Dina looked towards the service window to see the football team she was serving was now done and ready for the check. Dina grabbed their bills, not saying a word as she passed Abby. She walked quickly to the table giving the bill to who looked like the coach. "Here you are sir."

"Thank you, ma'am. And can you get us a few boxes?" She offered the older man a smile and nod before walking back to the back to grab the Styrofoam boxes. Ab was just standing in the same spot as before with her hands on her hips as if she was waiting for Dina to talk to her. She gave the boxes to the man in return for the bill. She went to the cash register and started pressing in all the information before putting the bill in a pocket in her uniform and walking back to the large table to give the man his credit card back. "Have a nice day, guys."

"Thank you and here's your tip." The man told her as he handed her a twenty and a five dollar bill. Dina gave him a large smile before going back to the back to see Abby. "I do give her freedom but, you still need to remember that she's sixteen. Not eighteen. She's still a child in the eyes of the law." Abby sighed before speaking. "And how were you when you were sixteen."

"I had converted to Judaism, had a 4.0 GPA, a senior college reading level, and was third in my class. Does that answer your question?" Dina asked with a raised eyebrow. "Okay then, never mind. I thought you were going to say that you weren't so much of a stick in the mud but never mind now."

"I had fun." Abigail gave her a sarcastic smile before following it with a sarcastic nod. "Of course you did, you probably spent your weekends reading a good book, classical music in the background, all while watching Wicked on DVD." Dina bit on her lip, knowing that that was probably true. "You know what?..--"

She stopped in the middle of her sentence, feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. Seeing that her manager wasn't in at the moment and they weren't going to have a large rush until lunch, Dina checked her phone seeing a texting from Arielle. The two weren't overly close but, they were friends. Right when she was about to put her phone away, she smiled seeing a text from Gavin. We're they close? Again, no but he was nice he tried helping her but she always pushed him away saying that she had it handled.

To: Gavin

Sadly, seeing that someone'll have to babysit Danielle all night.

Abby saw the large smile on her face and looked to see who it was. When she did see, she nudged her friend as she put her black phone back in her pocket before looking up at her. "What?"

"Which one's Gavin? The tall one, the model, or the male nurse?" Dina lowered her shoulders as she looked at her friend unimpressed. "The male nurse."

"Oh, the cute one! How adorable...So, what are you going to wear?" The blonde asked the young woman with a crooked eyebrow. Dina just shrugged before looking out the service window to make sure that there wasn't anyone that hasn't been served yet. All there was was a guy, around their age who had bought coffee all through the day just to use their free WiFi for what ever project her had that day like he always did. "I don't know. Jeans, flats. Same as always. Why?" Melanie just rolled her eyes before shaking her head. "No, you are actually going to a party for once, you need to dress up! Dress sexy for once, show off those curves of yours."

Dina rolled her eyes. "You sound like my sister."

"Well, sorry for wanting to make you look hot. C'mon, let me dress you up. I'll come over after work and we can get you all dolled up or whatever. Please." At this point, the college student was holding on to her best friend's arm in a childish way with a fake pout on her face. Dina sighed, looked at the ground before mumbling; "Fine." Abby heard what she said but she moved closer just to be a pain in her friend's side. "What was that?"

Dina looked at her before trying to make her voice louder. Which was hard for the mostly quiet girl. "I. Said. Fine." The bubbly and sarcastic blonde just smiled before putting an arm around Dina. "Just think about it. You, a pair of heels, and a little black dress. You won't be able to keep the guys off of you." She kissed her friend's cheek before Dina threw the younger girl's arm back to her side. "Yea, whatever." And with that she walked away from her smirking friend to go help a group of girls who had just walked in.

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Gavin Astor

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a character in “The Fourteenth Floor”, as played by Miss Nomer

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Gavin Astor's Story

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