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Meg Moore

"Dance On!"

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a character in “The Moore Sisters”, as played by Thundera

Description

Full Name: Imogene
Nickname: Meg
Age:  23
Relationship Status: Taken
Career: Dancer//Secutary
Talents:
Dance
Athletics
Fears: (at least
Spiders
Heights
Personality:
She is kind but is completely addicted to her job. She is very intelligent but can be good fun too! She loves hanging out and partying and all that stuff but she does go out her way for her jobs. She is a good sister though and admires all of them equally and is always there for them.
Appearance:
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Also: She has a scar on her neck from an 'incident

So begins...

Meg Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Hartley Moore Character Portrait: Will Nichols Character Portrait: Alexander Volkov Character Portrait: Meg Moore
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Hartley: Hartley walked onto the elevator and smacked the button for floor eight. Once on Floor Eight, she walked out of the elevator, down the hall, and into the floor her and Alex shared. She hung her bag on the coat rack next to their door. She walked into their family room and plopped down on the couch. "Alex?" She called out. "I'm home sweetie." She was glad of that for sure. It had been a tough day at work. Flu season has been particularly bad this year, and there was a huge increase in patients at the hospital, making her job stressful. She waited for Alex's answer, wondering if he was home.

Will: Will opened the oven and gently removed the chicken he had been cooking. He set it down on the stove top, and placed a large serving plate down next to it. He placed the chicken on the serving plate, then added some herbs, and drizzled a zesty sauce he made over it. Will added sauce to the plate in a design for decoration. He brought the plate over to the table and set it down in the middle. He put a candlestick on each side of it, then quickly struck a match and lit them. After that, Will grabbed the bowl of salad and the plate of bread and set them down on the table, as well. He stood back for a moment, assessing his setup. It was perfect, if he did say so himself. "Meg!" He yelled. "Dinner's ready!"

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Meg heared her name and walked tp the kitchen. She looked at Will amd smiled at hime kindly. "Heu,Sprry I looking at some papers." tge workaholic brunette hovered aroind a little lost in thpught. Shs thought about work,work,wprk then danceing then she stopped thinking about stuf She twirlwd her hair on her finger as she sat down. She knew she worried about work too much but she loved her jobs and obviously needed monry so it ne er seemed bad to her... Bht she fid take it too the extreme sometomes.

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Hartley: Hartley smiled as her husband greeted her. She walked into their bedroom and into the walk-in closet as she called out, "It was stressful. Lots of patients with the flu. You should go to the pharmacy tomorrow and get a flu shot. The last thing we want is you getting sick." She knew she should receive a flu shot as well, but she was terrified of needles, and had a very low tolerance for pain. Giving someone a shot was not a problem for her, being a nurse and all. Receiving one--that was a different story. She shuddered at the thought of needles and pain as she changed out of her nurse's scrubs into jeans and a cardigan. She walked back out of the bedroom and over to the coat rack to grab her phone out of her bag.

Will: "That's alright." He said with a smile. He pulled a chair out for her, before sitting down in the other chair. He served himself some salad, and snatched a piece of bread from the bowl. He spread a little butter on it and took a bite. He squirted salad dressing on his salad. After he finished chewing his bread, he looked up at Meg and smiled. "So how is work, babe?" She had been spending more and more time at work, he'd noticed. And even when she was home, he could tell work was still on her mind. It bothered him, and he hoped it was just a phase she was going through. He hoped she'd get over it soon.

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Character Portrait: Claire Bianca Scotts Character Portrait: Meg Moore
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Claire Scotts


Claire had been working late shift again. She had her mind set on what tasks she needed to complete. She didn't like waitressing but with the amount of money she had at the moment, it was all she could live for to pay off the bills on her house, other wise she'd have to move into her high school friends' house. Meg and Bailey were her best mates since high school had ended and now she's still close to them, even though all of them have jobs-although hers...she didn't want.

Claire scrubbed the round, wooden tables to become a nice and shiny shade of well...wood. "Eh, Claire! What are ya doin'? Restaurant opens soon! Put the tablecloths back on!" Her manager ordered. He was always the type to have everything picture-perfect. Well, so was she. But that was different.

She nodded and a heavy sigh arose from her lungs. She patted her clothes down, so no creases were shown. She had one more table to complete and she wanted to clean it, but her manager was watching her, and she needed a job right now-so she grabbed the tablecloths and spread them over the table. She like the tablecloths, they had blossoms on them and leaves which created a border around the outside of the cloth. She smiled at her manager, "Is this ok?" she asked him. "Perfect," he replied, man of many words was all Claire could think of-that was unless you ended up doing something wrong.

She grabbed a few cups from the dishwasher and equally put them in spaced spots. They were diamond clean, and were made of glass. She wished she could actually eat from this place, but with a job like this...You have to earn it.

She fixed her hair tying it into a pontytail, then neatly curling it to form a bun. Before work started she wanted to look good for the occasion, of her work. She wanted her friends to come over and eat at her restaurant but Bailey and Meg had always denied her offer. She made one last phonecall to Meg. Maybe she'd come for dinner. And tell her boss that she was an exeptional worker and should be allowed to become a chef instead-because that was why she had applied for the job in the first place, not to become some lousy waitress. She loved decorating cakes and wished that she'd be able to give her gift to the public, but for now she wanted to hear her friends voice-who hadn't spoken to her in a while now. Besides they needed to catch up. She needed an update more like it-on the Moores and what's been going on with everyone lately and how Meg was doing.

"Meg, hi. Are you busy?" she asked, hoping to hear an answer on the other side of the line.

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"Meg, I need you here! I'm practically dying. Can you like surrender your time to help a friend?... I need the money, ok?...Or else, I'm moving in with you or Bailey, Ok?"

Claire had told Meg about her job. She wanted this job so bad. But, maybe if Meg helped her...She could keep it. But for now-she knew she was going to be unemployed.

"Meg, your like a sister. How would you feel if Hartley or Bailey had lost their job? Can you come in to tell my boss about how well I cook in the kitchen, please?" She begged her friend, hoping she'd see what she was really craving for at the moment. She tried to be as quiet as possible, so her boss couldn't hear the conversation that he'd denied more than once for her to become a chef. Customers began to line up at the restaurant, macking a racket. So her voice became louder.

"I'm begging you!"

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"OK, Meg. Thank you so much! I'll see you in 30 minutes, ok? Right, gottcha. Bye."

As soon as the call was ended, Claire immediately ran up Meg's sister, Bailey. She needed more people to say how amazing she was at cooking for this job, the more "customers" that like her, the better. While dialling Bailey, the doors of the restaurant began to open-so she had to make this call quick.

"Hi, Bailey-It's Claire. I'm asking for an emergency - a favor, please?"

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Will: He sighed silently. "Oh that's okay..." He was pretty disappointed that Meg spent all day at work and was now going to go out with her friend. But he acted like it didn't bother him, because he didn't want her to hold her back from going out. "Work was good," he said, managing a smile. He loved his job. It didn't really even feel like a job; he got to cook food all day and he loved every second of it. The difference between him and Meg--when he got home, his thoughts could forget about work. When Meg was home, her mind stayed at work. "The boss just introduced a bunch of new items to the menu, so today we got to try out all of the new recipes," he smiled.

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"Yeah he told us. They sound pretty delicious," he said with a smile. He took another bite of food, as Meg asked when he got off of work. "I'm opening tomorrow, so my shift ends the earliest, thankfully," he chuckled. "I should get off around 4:00. We should have a date night tomorrow night," he said, grinning at Meg. He began to mentally plan where he would take, smiling to himself.

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Character Portrait: Bailey Moore Character Portrait: Natalie Ava Moore Character Portrait: Jason Vice Character Portrait: Claire Bianca Scotts Character Portrait: Meg Moore Character Portrait: Ashton Faux
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Ashton: He grinned happily at knowing he wasn’t the only one who missed the other. Leaning his forehead against hers he murmured. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job in training them. Those that really want to be there will give it their best. As for those that are just there for the rep… well, they’ll see soon enough that cheerleading isn’t all just pom-poms and smiles.” He smiled into her eyes before closing the distance between their lips. Giving her a gentle kiss he leaned back and whispered, “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” He gave her a few quick pecks on her cheeks, forehead, nose and chin before finally giving her a passionate and warm kiss on the lips. “You, Natalie Ava Moore, are amazing and I’m the luckiest guy in the universe to have you by my side.” He murmured against her lips. His hand came up to lightly caress her cheek and he leaned back with a content look. He meant every word of that. Before Nat had come into Ashton’s life he’d been what the guys like to recall as an A class asshole. Heck, even his father had a rather hard time dealing with him. But Natalie just seemed to make everything right in his rather guarded self. She put everything in perspective. It wasn’t a question of “is he?” it’s a fact that Ashton Faux was beyond whipped by this girl.

Bailey: She listened intently to her friends words and took everything to mind. Already she planned on dialing up a few modeling friends to boost Claire’s chances in getting her job. While Bailey wasn’t really all that famous, she had done a few spread that got her name around. As for her friends, a few of them were up there with the big names so they’d be recognized quite immediately. It couldn’t hurt to have a few influential people come help could it? Bailey smiled somewhat, Naw, it’s for a good cause anyway. Helping a best friend get closer to her dream of being in the kitchen was the greatest of causes. “Alritghty Claire-Bear, I’ll be there in…” she paused to look at the time on her phone before making a quick calculation, “fifteen to twenty minutes. Gonna pick up a few of the girls to help. Hope that’s okay.” She smiled at the mention of Meg. “Okay then. See you in a bit.”

Claire hung up and Bailey quickly made a few calls to her modeling partners. They were all conveniently out shopping in a nearby store. With the promise that they’d all be there in a few minutes Bailey hanged up and took a big gulp of her drink nearly finishing it all. She looked at the glass and sighed before muttering out loud, “Should remember to drink slowly…” Bailey couldn’t handle her alcohol at all. She could stand up to two drinks if she drank them slowly but that was about it. One and a half if she guzzled them down. Already she felt a light buzz in her stomach. Shaking her head she turned back to Jason and smiled apologetically again. “Sorry, best friend emergency.” She rummaged through her purse for her wallet. “She’s great at cooking but stuck waitressing. Even I’m guilty of falling prey to her desserts. My agent just uses that to his advantage to make me exercise even more than I should. I don’t mind it though; Claire’s food is just that worth it.” Bailey finally pulled out her wallet and handed Jason the cost of her drink. “You know, maybe next time she bakes something I’ll bring you a sample. Would that be okay with you or are you not allowed to eat during work?” she asked as she tried arranging her hair more professionally with her fingers.