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Nailah Wilson

"I'm embarrassed for you."

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

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”I don't need the approval of others to validate myself.”






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|Full Name|
"My name? Nailah Dominique Wilson. My mother named me, which seems fair, since my father is the one who gave me my last name. It's pronounced N-I-E-la. The E is a separate syllable."


|Nicknames|
"Nicknames? No, I don't do that. My mother gave me this name, and I prefer for that to be respected, alright? Call me anything but Nailah, and you'll receive no answer."


|Age|
"I've been able to legally drink at my place of establishment for over a year now- I'm twenty-two [22], that is to say. I still have my whole life before me."


|Ethnicity|
"And here it comes. My mom's black, Jamaican, specifically, and my dad's white, British. I've spent a lot of time being considered not black enough or not white enough, and not looking similar enough to either of my parents."


|Occupation|
"I'm a bartender. Basically, I can mix a drink, listen to a story, deal with drunks, and defend myself if need be. I was originally in school to be a Mechanical Engineer. Didn't work out."


|Apartment Number|
"I live in Apartment 1416- party central, and home of two of the most amazing girls you'll ever meet- plus me."






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|Powers|
Pain Infliction - When Nailah tells someone to burn in hell, they'll feel like they really are- burning, that is. She can inflict pain on others that exists only in the mind, and therefore is far more difficult to avoid. She can inflict pain mentally, but she has to be relatively near a person for it to work- a few yards is usually her limit, though strong emotions can extend this by a few feet. That being said, the closer she is to a person, the more powerful the pain. Typically, those with advanced mental capabilities can lessen the effect she has on them. Physical contact, however, is often enough to break through their buffer. As a side note, being very far away from a person, or having to push through a strong mental barrier, can give her headaches. When inflicting pain, her mind is also more susceptible to telepaths. She has a fairly good control over her abilities, as they revealed themselves when she was rather young.


|Weaknesses|
Tobacco - Nailah has a bit of a smoking problem, unfortunately, one that is likely to have consequences later on in life. She has the courtesy to never smoke in the apartment, at least, but that doesn't make it less of an addiction. She smokes when she is stressed, hungry but without access to food, or even simply when she needs to get out of the apartment/bar. She always carries something on her to try and get rid of the cigarette smell, but it's not uncommon to find it still lingering on her. She's tried to quit before, but without success as of yet.
Blunt - One of the things that Nailah is best known for is her tendency to be rather straightforward about things, even when the situation calls for a bit more tact. She grew up working hard to make sure that she doesn't take shit from anyone, and because of this isn't fantastic at treading around the feelings of others. She'll say what she means no matter what, not the sort to play games or dance around the subject. And, for the most part, she doesn't have time for those who act otherwise- she expects the truth, even if its brutal. She's stepped on a few toes with this attitude, and is sure to continue to do so.
Children - Nailah didn't even really get along with children when she was a child, and she certainly doesn't now. It's not that kids hate her, but that she doesn't know how to deal with fragile infants or impressionable youth. She definitely can't handle taking care of kids, mostly because their frequent inability to understand instructions or logic frustrates her to no end. Even if a child likes her at first, they are sure to have changed their sentiments within ten minutes. Anyone below the age of, say, 15, is too young for her to be able to stand. She has a great amount of respect for people who work with kids, because she's certainly incapable of such a thing.


|Skills|
Bartending - Nailah has been a bartender for a few years now, starting back when she was still in school, and though she had the personality for it to begin with, she's learned some things since then. She can mix a drink that will knock a person out or pick them up, and has become pretty good at multitasking and dealing with drunks and assholes- though, of course, her idea of dealing with them is a bit different than the average person's, perhaps. The thing to get out of this, though, is that if you need something strong, she's the one to come to.
Mathematics - Before she became a bartender, Nailah was on scholarship studying to be a mechanical Engineer. She pursued this career choice partially because she loves math, including the math that goes with engineering. She's good at it, too. The young woman has a logical mind that works well with numbers. She's no Tristan, as far as high mental capacity goes, but math is something that she does for fun- it relaxes her.
Self Defense - Nailah's mom was a strong believer in a girl being able to protect herself. Keeping in mind that no one in her family knew about Nailah's strange ability, it makes sense that her mom would decide to put her daughter in self defense classes. Nailah was started in karate classes when she was around seven, and has taken Aikido, as well, a fighting style that uses the strength of the attacker against him. Basically, she can protect herself, with or without her powers.






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|Quirks/Habits|
One Night Stands - Whether this is a quirk, habit, or something in between is debatable. Still, it remains true that, for whatever reason, Nailah never dates, and rarely sleeps with people more than once. She values friendship over romance, seeming to have less patience for the latter. So, she has one night stands, and often leaves before the person wakes up in the morning.
Morning Person - Her work has her staying out very late, so it would make sense that Nailah is not a morning person, wouldn't it? Strangely enough, she always seems to rise very early, even when she comes home very late. She doesn't like to sleep at night, instead running on a schedule of taking a twenty minute nap every few hours. It works.
Crossing Arms - When Nailah crosses her arms, you know that the conversation is over. It's as simple as that. She's done.



|Hobbies|
Basketball - Nailah has been playing basketball with friends since she was young, and played on her high school's team. She's pretty good at it, actually, and is one of the people who will humor Gavin when he's looking to play a game.
Documentaries - Nailah has a thing for documentaries. It doesn't matter what it's about, or whether she's interested in it- if there is a documentary on and she has time, the young woman will probably sit down and watch it. She's not really allowed to pick out movies on movie night.



|Fears|
Commitment - A bit cliche, perhaps, but true nonetheless, Nailah is the commitment shy sort of person. There's a reason why she avoids relationships. It's not even that she's against commitment in general- she values friends above all else, after all. The idea of being romantically tied to a person, though, is enough to give her cold feet. So she doesn't start relationships- they'll just end eventually, after all. Once again, perhaps this is typical, but this probably stems from her father abandoning the family.
Snakes - Being afraid of snakes is a logical fear that originated in the caveman days- it's a survival instinct. That's how she justifies it, anyway. Nailah has been terrified of snakes since she was a little girl, and you might see a different side of her when she's around them. Spiders, rats, guns- she can handle those. Snakes are a different matter.



|Likes & Dislikes|
▲Documentaries
▲Cigarettes
▲Basketball
▲Her Name
▲Mathematics
▲Spicy Foods
▲Cars
▲Giving Deserved Punishments
▲Sex
▲Options
▲Friends
▲Interesting Conversation
▼Drunks
▼Show Offs
▼Cigarettes
▼Nicknames
▼Children
▼Misogynists
▼Commitment
▼Most TV Shows
▼Yoga Pants
▼Celery
▼Stupidity
▼People Hurting Her Friends






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|Personality|
In an argument, Nailah has no mercy, whether she wants to or not. The girl grew up to have a sharp tongue that cuts like a dagger and spares only those whom she very much cares about, though even then there are times when she is a tad bit more blunt than she really ought to be. Her mother taught her to never let herself be manipulated by other people, never to let herself be walked over, and she's taken those lessons to heart, influencing greatly who she is today. The young woman refuses to dumb herself down or soften herself for the sake of another person's ego, because doing so once, she was taught, will only open the door for future problems.

So she defends herself, not only with her powers but with a quick wit and an attitude that makes it clear- she is not the sort of girl who one can win over with pretty words or a few drinks at the bar. In fact, try to run some dumb line by her, and expect to have it thrown back in your face with a bit more sting. If she wants to hook up with someone, she'll make it clear, but otherwise, she has no time for idiots with a pickup line that other idiots have been using for decades. And she'll say so.

She is blunt, after all, certainly not the type to dance around the truth, regardless of the matter. If she's going to say something, she'll say it straight, believing that to be the best method. Nailah is a big fan of the 'ripping off the bandaid' route when it comes to problems or telling people somewhat unhappy truths. The truth is rarely simple, but she prefers it to the alternative. She expects honesty from others, as well, and while she can tolerate liars to an extent, enough of it will try her patience- which isn't always the largest thing in the world, if that isn't obvious yet. The young woman is not impressed by parlor tricks and white lies, by sweet nothings or stupid deceptions.

What does impress her is honesty, and individuality. She values those who are true to themselves above all else, and at least gives credit to those making an effort to find who they are. She's independent, but not just in the sense of taking care of herself. She believes that everyone is an independent being, that need not rely on others to validate their existence or their preferences. If someone likes something, then they like it- there is no need to make sure that it is approved of by peers, extremes excepted. Of course, she does also believe that people have a responsibility to look out for themselves to the best of her abilities. She, at least, doesn't like accepted aid from others unless absolutely necessary.

Nailah has always been intelligent, though not necessarily in the academic sense. She was good at math, of course, but passable at most other courses. No, she is intelligent in a common sense sort of way. In a street smart, sort of way. She knows what to avoid and how to avoid it, has an instinct for the best roads to take, and definitely knows how to best deal with problem customers at the bar where she works. The girl can handle herself, in fact feeling more at home in large cities and slightly sketchier areas. It's what she's used to, after all. In dangerous situations, she has a knack for escape, though she hardly has the immediate 'assess all plans in a second' advantage that people with enhanced intelligence or survival enhancements might. People see things from different angles. Nailah is usually pretty good at seeing them where they are.

While the young woman may have a tendency to be sharp-tongued and blunt, she is no less a devoted friend for it. As her friends are, she is fiercely loyal to those she is close to, standing by them no matter what. Though she might seem it, the girl isn't the sort who has trouble letting people in, not really. And she is incredibly loyal to each friend that she has. If someone messes with one of her friends in any way, they will be answering to her in a very small period of time, and it might not end up very pretty, suffice to say. She is very protective of her friends, especially the more naive or easily hurt ones, and she makes it clear in how she treats those whom she thinks pose a threat to her friends, taking on a sort of mama bear attitude.

She cares dearly for her friends, after all, and will do her best to stop them from feeling pain, because she experiences that pain vicariously. Kindness is not limited to her friends alone, though, and her sharp tongue may mislead people to believe that she has a different level of kindness than she does. When the situation calls for it, she can be surprisingly sweet. She's the one who determines whether the circumstances call for it, though, and she can be very picky about it.

Sharp-tongued || Blunt || Independent || Not Easily Impressed || Intelligent || Loyal || Protective || Kind






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|History|
Nailah was born in London, England, in a very small flat on the fringes of the city, where her parents had lived for the past several months. The two of them were still in a honeymoon stage of a marriage which had happened exclusively due to Nailah's mother's pregnancy with the baby girl who would be born as her daughter. Still, they were happy enough, and even happier when their daughter was born, perfectly healthy in what seemed to be, and was later confirmed to be, every way. Of course, there would be something different about that little girl they cradled in their arms on the first of June, but they couldn't see that yet. She would not develop her strange abilities until a few years later, and by then things would have changed in the family, as might have been expected of a couple who rushed into marriage as her parents had. But, before anything else, they moved to America. Nailah was only one and half years old at the time, and terribly fussy as she began to teeth. The home environment was made significantly less cheery by her incredibly pair of lungs, which regularly filled their tiny apartment with plenty of noise. They tried to enroll her in a local church's daycare service, but were turned down after a single day with the difficult child.

They would have a difficult compromise of setting up work shifts so that someone was already home, but Ainsley and Mason, her parents, made it work, somehow. At the very least, Nailah was very rarely alone for her first years, which is perhaps how it should be for the benefit of development in very young ages. A few years later, however, things changed. She was still very young, only four years old, when she woke up to see her father, suitcase in hand, leaving the apartment. She asked him where he was going, but he just told her he loved her very much. And then he was gone. Her mother was particularly strange for the next week, and then a policeman came to the door to report some bad news- Mason Wilson had died in a car accident the next state over. When asked, Ainsley mentioned that he had been going to visit some friends. Nailah didn't understand this, because her father had never mentioned it. But she accepted it. It wouldn't be until later that she understood this lie- her father had left the family behind, but Ainsley was allowing him, in death, to act otherwise.

The next year, Nailah began elementary school in the area, and was soon seen as the sort of child that teachers either despise or adore. She had a constant comment to make, regardless of whether it was necessary, and was incredibly stubborn about everything. It was easy to gain the impression that she viewed her mother as god, for she seemed to consider "Well my mom said. . ." as the final word on everything. She was a bright student, but of course, it isn't always very difficult to be considered bright in elementary school. Back then, she was more of a reader than she is now. It was a way to pass the time when mom was at work, anyway. She read all sorts of books, but what she loved best were the nonfiction books, really. This would be the early version of her love for documentaries, perhaps. They didn't have cable in her house, so it was a welcomed substitute. She read other books, as well- The His Dark Materials trilogy made her lose her faith in the existence of a god. Harry Potter gave her a love for those who knew lots of things- like Hermione. There were other books, but these were the two important ones. By the end of elementary school, her reading habit declined greatly, as she turned to what would be her true joy- math.

But, before we touch on the rest of her school career, something very important must be touched upon in regards to Nailah. And that would be a seemingly small event in the fourth grade that would reveal her strange abilities. She noticed someone picking on another kid, and it irritated her. She was the sort, at this age, to give help where it wasn't asked for, and was very nosy in this way. However, before she even swung a fist at these bothersome kids, one of them collapsed onto the ground and began to cry in pain. Nailah was shocked, but her first instinct was to get away from that, and fast. The kid's pain disappeared just as she had gotten a good distance away. Situations like this began to happen more frequently from then on, until she finally came to the realization that she was making these people hurt without touching them. The girl quickly knew that she should keep this a secret and thus did so, hiding it even from her own mother. She'd seen things about people being persecuted for being different, had read about Salem witch trials and such. She wasn't risking it- for once, the girl was able to keep her mouth shut. And she continued to for a long time, even if she used her powers whenever she saw the need.

Now, back to the chronological order. When she entered sixth grade, she took a test which lined her up for an advanced mathematics track. Her mother was thrilled to find her daughter on this track, having always told her that intelligence is the most important thing someone can have. Ainsley had taught Nailah many lessons which the girl continues to reflect in her behaviors- never to dim herself for others, never to allow herself to be pushed around, to treasure her friends, to be wary of romances, etc. Nailah, though she was all attitude during these middle school years, had a great amount of value placed upon her mother's words. In the absence of a father, perhaps, she was a momma's girl, so to speak. She went through middle school without much of a hitch, helped perhaps that many people began to associate messing with her with sudden and strong headaches that couldn't be explained. She was teased, at first, for something that she didn't see a problem with- being half black and half white. But, aforementioned classical conditioning did lessen that teasing significantly.

High School and middle school slid by as she gained a reputation for the person you didn't mess with, the rumors spreading so far and so thoroughly that an unintentionally grown wall of woven vines with thorns surrounded her, save for a few roses who slipped in through the cracks and became the people that she would hold more dearly than anyone else. To be fair, she did have a sharp tongue that cut with unintentional malice, and the look of disdain she was capable of giving could freeze over the hottest summer day. It was a look she learned from watching others, and a tongue taught by her mother, though never turned on her. She didn't know how the bites felt in reverse, or did but thought hers were softer. So she had friends in high school, but not many, and they were of a strong fabric. They were the ones who stuck around when, Senior year, she became a statistic because for a moment, she couldn't even think, everything freezing in her mind despite the fact that she should be able to slay her attacker with a single glance. After that, her mind never stopped working again.

Skip forward to college, and the most beautiful of the flowers, the ones that flourished the most in her thorny garden, helped her take a weed-whacker to her walls so that she could become the sort of person who made friends more easily, who loved more easily. Of course, she was still a statistic, and therefore wary. Nailah worked hard in college. She was there on scholarship, after all, and couldn't afford to lose it. Studying to be a mechanical engineer- she was going to design and build things. She made a flaw in sketching out her strategy for getting by, however, and lost her scholarship. She didn't want her mom to know, so she found a way to support herself- working as a bartender locally. She learned to deal with what it presented, though sometimes only just barely without getting a little bit more hostile towards her customers. And her friends, the roses, found a place that accepted people like them- ones with strange abilities. They moved in together, and still live there. The bartender, the musician, and the ex-party girl.







|Theme Song|
Black Sheep || Gin Wigmore
[Backing Vocals:]
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1:]
I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back
Got a pistol for a mouth, my old mama gave me that
Making my own road out of gravel and some wine
And if I have to fall then it won't be in your line

[Pre-Chorus:]
Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I
Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I

[Chorus:]
I'm a bad woman to keep
Make me mad, I'm not here to please
Paint me in a corner but my colour comes back
Once you go black, you never go back
I'm a black sheep
I'm a black sheep

[Verse 2:]
I wasn't born a beauty queen but I'm okay with that
Maybe radio won't mind if I sing a little flat
I wear my boots to bed, hang a cross up on the wall
To save me from a shallow grave that wants to take us all

[Pre-Chorus:]
Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I
Everybody's doing it so why the hell should I

[Chorus:]
I'm a bad woman to keep
Make me mad, I'm not here to please
Paint me in a corner but my colour comes back
Once you go black, you never go back
I'm a black sheep
I'm a black sheep
I'm a black sheep
I'm a black sheep

[Repeat Verse 1:]
I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back
Got a pistol for a mouth, my old mama gave me that
Making my own road out of gravel and some wine
And if I have to fall then it won't be in your line

[Chorus:]
I'm a bad woman to keep
Make me mad, I'm not here to please
Paint me in a corner but my colour comes back
Once you go black, you never go back

[Outro:]
Once you go black, you never go back
Once you go black, you never go back
Once you go black, you never go back
Once you go black, you never go back
Hero Of This Story

He never ever saw it coming at all
He never ever saw it coming at all
He never ever saw it coming at all

It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right

Hey, open wide here comes original sin
Hey, open wide here comes original sin
Hey, open wide here comes original sin

It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right

No one's got it all
No one's got it all
No one's got it all

Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the T.V.s try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
Now we're going to these meetings
But we're not doin' any meetin'
And we're trying to be faithful but we're cheatin', cheatin', cheatin'

Hey, open wide here comes original sin
Hey, open wide here comes original sin
Hey, open wide here comes original sin

It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right

No one's got it all
No one's got it all
No one's got it all

Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the T.V.s try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doin' any meetin'
And we're trying to be faithful but we're cheatin', cheatin', cheatin'

I'm the hero of the story
Don't need to be saved
I'm the hero of the story
Don't need to be saved
I'm the hero of the story
Don't need to be saved
I'm the hero of the story
Don't need to be saved

It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right

No one's got it all
No one's got it all
No one's got it all

So begins...

Nailah Wilson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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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.


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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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Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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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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Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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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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Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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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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Nailah takes another bite of her cereal, mind wandering a bit as a commercial comes on, advertising for a car dealership that isn't really close enough to be in the area, and yet has commercials on regularly enough to be a nuisance to several people. The commercial is excruciatingly dull, making for a perfect time for her to think about whatever floats across her mind at the time. Right now, she's considering going to the library after she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and such. She has a book to return that is, in fact, overdue by at least a week. She's been somewhat busy for the past week or so, both with extra shifts she's picked up to start saving up money for the holidays, but also with various errands. So, to the library she shall go on this day, though only for a short while. Perhaps she'll go shopping for gifts afterwards. Ever since she got her own job, Nailah has been overzealous with purchasing gifts for her mother during the Christmas season. There is no logical reason for it, and her mother eventually gave up on protesting when she realized that it was an inexplicable source of pleasure for Nailah. The otherwise unsentimental girl has a special spot in her heart for Christmas, kindled from the warmth of her mother.

At the buzzing of her phone, Nailah flips it open and scans the text from Arielle, which promises that she'll return to the apartment shortly. A smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, the fond sort reserved for friends such as the quite blatantly smitten blond. Only a little bit later, perhaps ten minutes, the key-in-lock noise alerts her that Arielle has kept up with her text, and has returned. Most likely to put on some clothes for work- Nailah's friend doesn't commonly seem to plan ahead for her little sleepovers at Tristan's apartment, and often comes home wearing an oversized shirt or clothing from the night before. "You should start keeping a toothbrush or something over there, Arielle," Nailah suggests helpfully, smirking slightly. She turns around in her chair, twisting her torso slightly in the process, to face the newly entered woman.

"And good morning to you, miss sunshine. Cheyenne and I are going to feel lonely if you keep hanging out with other people,"
she adds, standing up and walking over to the sink, where she rinses her dishes before putting them into the washing machine. Nailah knocks her shoulder against Arielle's before walking back towards her chair.

"We're out of eggs, by the way."

Just moments later, Cheyenne enters the common area of the apartment, making a comment towards Arielle that has Nailah smiling again, raising her eyebrows. Of course, as Cheyenne walks over to sit by Nailah and glances at the bruise on her jaw, the smile is covered by an irritated expression. The scowl comes not from the question, but from the memory of the bar fight.

"No need. Some drunk fucks got into a fight over some stupid thing, and I had to break them up. Got distracted for a second- just a job risk," she shrugs easily. A lot worse might have happened if it had been another one of the bartenders, because the guys had hardly been mouse. The police showed up pretty quickly to drag them out, anyway.

Nailah can smell the incense floating out of Cheyenne's room, as intoxicating as always. A thought occurs to her which turns the attention towards Cheyenne. "So, how did poster-hanging go? Find any clients?"

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When Nailah joked that she should probably keep a toothbrush at Tristan's apartment, Arielle mocked an almost insulted and surprised expression. However, a big smile broke through the small pout and she was beaming at her roommate, ignoring the bitterness on her tongue.

"As if that doesn't make me any more obvious. Besides, you both know you're my favorite people," she replied with a wink at Nailah and went to rummaging through the fridge. She bumped her hip against Nailah's back as the other female walked back to her seat. She called back over her shoulder in response, "I'll go to the store during my lunch break and bring it after my dinner with Javier. Apparently, he wants to go over some 'files' with me. I think Mrs. Cooper is trying to set me up again." This would be the third time the older woman tried; the first being with her thirty year old son. She seemed to think that Arielle needed help in the love department.

Grinning in triumph, Arielle pulled out a small container of the rest of the waffle batter she made yesterday. Doing a small happy dance for herself, she opened it, pulled out a utensil, and began whisking away at the batter. It would be enough to make two waffles, which would be fine for if one of the others wanted one.

The waffle iron had just finished with her waffle and she was sliding her breakfast onto a plate when Cheyenne emerged from her bedroom, dressed. Arielle shot Cheyenne a look at the inquiry about her night and stuck her tongue out at her friend, a childish act, yes. But then again, it wouldn't be Arielle without being a child sometimes. She slathered some strawberry cream cheese on her waffle, cut it into four, and proceeded to eat one of her pieces. She grabbed a cup of orange juice and joined her roommates.

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Nailah and Arielle were both curious about how Cheyenne's psychic business flyers went. "Nobody's called me" she said. "I'm having multiple types of angst about it so please send me good vibes today" The warmth from the sun came through the window and onto the kitchen table onto their cold skin.

She liked mornings where she can take things in slowly. without rushing it either For the first time in her life she was doing a terrible job keeping up with work and money but she also thought that she is probably learning more relevant things at once than she ever had before.

It was good to remind herself that the world is a complicated place and it’s ok if being alive seems terribly difficult most of the time. Surrounding herself with people who make her forget, even just for a second, that things are complicated makes her want to bathe in the glory of this feeling.

"Let's have a party tonight so I can meet the mysterious boy Arielle has never brought home"

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"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?"


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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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Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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When Cheyenne mentioned having a party for the evening, Arielle sat up quickly, chewing happily on the last of her waffle. A party was probably the best idea she had heard all week. Well, there had been that one joke about black-don't-crack from one of the models, but that was the only thing that came to mind. She just had it in her to nod enthusiastically when Cheyenne commented on meeting the "mystery man" in Ellie's life. She giggled awkwardly, choosing instead to take a large gulp of orange juice and letting Nailah correct her.

"Not much of a mystery there, Chey. And it's not like that...at least, maybe not that much like that" another headache was forming after she spoke and Arielle shook her head and headed into the kitchen. It was almost time for her to get ready for work anyway. As she finished her juice, she called over her shoulder, "But I'm definitely down for some dancing tonight. Gotta burn off all the bread I'll be eating today." Not that her stomach was complaining. There were beautiful sweets to be consumed: Danishes, doughnuts, sweet rolls, buns, and probably some of those breakfast sandwiches if Stacey was in the mood to be nice. Her stomach, though still in the process of digesting her waffle, grumbled in delight at the thought.

Arielle hurried towards her room, pointing at the clock just to alert the girls that she was on the move. She pulled out hopefully decent articles of clothing, threw what she had on in the bin (she would definitely be giving back Tristan his shirt...possibly?), and then grabbed a towel to go take a shower. Ten minutes later, she felt refreshed and the scent of vanilla was just wafting off her skin along with the steam from the shower and her mouth still tingled from its own cleaning. She dressed quickly, opting to towel-dry her hair today. Instead of dealing with it like on other days, Arielle combed the naturally sinuous strands into a loose chignon with strands framing her face. Her touch of make-up was barely there. Satisfied, Arielle stormed out of her room.

"Text me what I need to pick up before I come home," she yelled and hurried out the door, blowing a kiss at the girls on the way.

Now, on to Stacey's and then to work.

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"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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"Have a passable day at work,"
Nailah calls out to Arielle's leaving back.

After Arielle had left, Nailah excused herself to go and have a smoke outside of the apartment building. She doesn't like, and has never liked, smoking indoors very much. It's one part because she doesn't like to get smoke on the furniture in the apartment, and one part because she used to have a neighbor who smoked indoors when her kids were around, and both of them ended up having asthma for a good part of their childhood. She doesn't really know what happened to them after that, of course, but the memory still remains strong enough to have her find a way to smoke outside, even when it is raining. Today, luckily, the sun is shining, and so she is free to stand where she likes whilst smoking- and people watching, to some extent. Besides, the woman likes to watch cars drive by, regardless of whether she can see through the tinted windows to get a glimpse of their drivers. It's less nosiness and more boredom, really, but perhaps she should break the habit of watching people go about their business across the street. Considering this, Nailah stubs out her cigarette and goes upstairs for her wallet, and to brush her teeth for the second time today, before going out.
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While she doesn't know what can be said for everyone else's day, Nailah's was fairly mundane. She walked about for a while, ate lunch at a burger joint downtown, and wrapped up any loose ends that may have been left from anything she did yesterday. On a typical day, she'd be at work by six, but because it is her night off, she has quite a bit of free time on her hands. Much of it ends up being spent at the library, where a trip to return books (and pay fines) turns into a goal to find something new to read. Ultimately, the young woman remains out for most of the day, enjoying the good weather as she walks about everywhere. It doesn't occur to her that the day is getting on in hours until her phone buzzes with a message from Arielle- it's a group message to everyone about the party tonight. I suppose I should have stayed in and cleaned or something, Nailah thinks, though she quickly dismisses this thought. The initial message is followed by a follow-up, this one addressed only to Nailah.

To: Arielle
Alright. Pick me up a bag of Salt and Vinegar chips, please?


She begins making her way back to the apartment building after receiving the text, and has reached it when another message lights up her phone, this one from Cheyenne, inviting her to 'come dance.' Nailah smiles at this, but doesn't respond, instead stepping into the elevator and going up until she reaches her floor. A beeline to her apartment and opening the door results in Nailah being enveloped in the sound of music- more likely than not, one of Cheyennes mixed tapes. The girl has always had a thing for music.

Unlike Cheyenne, who she sees is wearing glitter in her wild hair and a cute black dress, Nailah is simply dressed- jeans and a button down red shirt. "Hey there, lovely. Get electrocuted?" she asks jokingly, eying Cheyenne's hair.

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After seeing Arielle's text message about the party, Danielle begun jumping up and down in her room. Stuffing the blue hard cover copy of "Pride and Prejudice" back on her shelf in her tiny library along with her whole collection of hard cover classics. She opened her laptop and begun playing Tiffany Alvord's "So Alive". The music filled the room, unaware whether this is going to disturb her next door neighbors, she blasted the music louder, after all everyone on the fourteenth floor likes parties.
"Yes, it's another party" She thought to herself. She was almost absolutely sure the Cassidy boys would be there. Guess it's time to pick out a outfit from her clothing rack. After trying on a dozen dresses, it came down to the final two; a strapless floral print gown and a dark blue dress with a black belt. Troubled by the which to choose, she was going to ask her sister, Dina but then it would probably take an hour to come up with excuse to explain why she needs the dress, since Dina probably wouldn't allow her to go to the party.
In the end she decided to wear the dark blue dress with high heels(just wait till Dina lectures her about wearing high heels, they had that conversation just this morning)
Just as she finished cleaning up the mess she made in her room, she looked down at her bracelet watch that one of the Cassidy brothers gave her, it's already 6:30, time to to find Dina at the coffee shop, she probably is just finishing up. It's quite ironic thinking back, the Cassidy boy and her met so many times at the party but none of them ever bothered asking each other for a name :D
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As Danielle walked down the hall, she was hoping to see Nailah leave for work, but instead sees her walking back up into the apartment with the loud music coming out of their room. Guess they have a lot of preparation for the party, as you can see Cheyenne is probably just testing out the music. Danielle, was never a great fan of Cheyenne's mix tapes, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it a lot so she generally just sticks with it at the parties.

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Exiting the building Danielle walked across the road toward the café that her sister works at.
There weren't that many people there for dinner, just a group of football players. Her sister has just dropped off their orders before moving on to the other tables. Before Danielle sat down at her favorite seat in the corner, she spotted someone. It was Abby, her sister's college friend, working the coffee machine. So she sat down at the counter right next to Abby and ordered a Mint Chocolate Chip Frapuccino.
When her sister returned, Danielle let her a smile and returned to reading the copy of Jane Eyre she had previously stuffed in her leather bag. People in her school had always been so into fashion especially bags, but she was never that into bags, just clothes and shoes, so she decided to stick to the vintage bag.
Abby and Dina had begun a conversation about Abby's work at starbucks, funny that they discuss this in a coffee shop. However, when the conversation begun trailing of onto her, Danielle felt there is a need to intervene. As she rose her voice and said "Well, I mean Dina you do act like it sometimes." and looked away. When around waitress served her Mint Chocolate Chip Frapuccino, she quickly left the coffee shop and walked back to the apartment.
Originally, she was planning on asking Dina to come to the party with her, after all the guys from apartment 1427 will be there. Dina seems to be eyeing one of them from time to time, but now that Dina officially made her angry, she is definitely not going to tell her about the party.