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Beauregard Oakman

'It's all about the charm, that's how you get them."

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a character in “The Secret Lives of Manhattan's Finest”, as played by Chandz

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B E A UX O A K M A N


☽ "Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." ☾

Take Me To Church || Hozier /|\ Trees || TØP /|\ Bad Intentions|| Niykee Heaton

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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Beauregard Lake Oakman

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Beau

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ✦
December 12 - ♐ - Sagittarius

✧Aɢᴇ✧
27

✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Male

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Closeted Bisexual || Engaged



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✧Hᴀɪʀ✧
Beau’s hair is thick and rather curly. His light brown locks rarely make it long enough to fall over his eyes, but despite the length, it’s still rather unruly. Beau’s hair essentially has a mind of its own and as most curly hair is, it’s untamable. Unless, of course, it’s in the right hands. If Beau is readying himself for an important event, he’ll hire someone to tame those curls of his, but normally, Beau let’s his hair run freely atop of his head.

✦Eʏᴇs✦
Eyes as hypnotizing as the sea’s crashing waves. Beau has a dreamy set of greenish-blue eyes that are enough to make anyone melt if staring into them for too long. His eyes just add on to his overall dreaminess.

✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
Beau has the good fortune of having very clear skin. His skin is free of acne, blemishes, and other marks. He has a few scars from his childhood scattered across his body but nothing too distinguishing. His skin, as well as clear, is lightly sun kissed. He has a light golden touch to his skin, so he isn’t too pale or too tan.

✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
Beau isn’t very tall, but he stands at a good height of 5’11. He keeps himself fit, with an athletic body weighing in at 182lbs. He works out often to maintain his healthy figure.

✧Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✧
Beau is 75% English, 20% German, and 5% Irish. He was born in England and spent most of his life there, moving to NYC when he was 20 with his family. He still speaks with an English accent but has changed his vocabulary to fit that of the American’s slang/lingo.

✦In Depth✦
Beau’s appearance is very important to him. He prefers to keep a scruff rather than a clean shave because he feels like it makes him look older than he actually is but he does occasionally go for the clean shave – he nicknames himself ‘baby face’ whenever he shaves. As part of his appearance, Beau rarely ever can be seen wearing sweatpants in public. He likes to keep his appearance clean, well dressed, and in tip top shape. He likes to dress mostly in chinos and slacks along with a button up shirt and possibly a nice blazer. He doesn’t like dressing down if he’s going out in public. His parents have become wealthy and known and he sees himself in the public eye and believes that he has a reputation to uphold. Beau is a strong believer that to feel good, you have to look good.


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XXXCharming ✦ Impulsive ✧ Confident ✦ Destructive ✧ Playful
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Beau is a charming fellow. He speaks with an English accent and his smile sparkles; he’s a dream, and the worst part is that he knows he’s attractive. Beau can be a pretty egotistical person; he knows people are attracted to him and he knows that he can get away with a lot because of his smooth talking and his welcoming pearly whites. Even with his impressive rhetoric, it’s undeniable that Beau is in fact charming. People are drawn to him and he uses that to his advantage. His looks and his charming personality allows for Beau to be confident, at times even overconfident. Beau doesn’t have an issue with self-love, unless the issue is that there’s too much of it.

He’s the type of guy you wouldn’t mind being friends with. He’s got a loving heart by nature, he just doesn’t always execute the loving portion as intended. He almost has a childish nature to him – he tries to do his best but sometimes comes up short; all with good intentions though, at least for the most part. He’s a playful person. He can be an asshole, especially to his close friends, but he means it in a joking manner. Although, when he gets intoxicated, it all comes off as abrasive. If you catch him in the right mood (and level of sobriety) you’ll get a playful and happy Beau. Catch him in a bad mood, and all you’ve got is a pure and utter asshole who is out to do nothing other than wreak havoc.

His drinking can often get really bad, and when it does, Beau turns into some kind of monster. He will get really aggressive, often getting angry and irrational. It gets worse when he pops a pill or does a line. Beau is a strong believer in cross-fading; and when he does, try not to cross him. Beau’s intoxication leads to his destructive personality. He doesn’t make good decisions as it is, but when he’s under the influence, it all gets worse. Beau is rapidly ruining his life and the lives of those around him and he doesn’t notice it all.


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✦Lɪᴋᴇs✦
✧ Alcohol & Drugs✧ ↣ Ever since his rebellious phase, Beau has been on a rampage destroying his life with drugs and alcohol. Of course to him, he isn’t destroying anything except his boredom. There are some days that Beau can’t even get through the day without being at least semi-intoxicated. To him, he’s just enjoying his young age while he still can – to others, he’s throwing his life away, but either way he couldn’t seem to care less.

✧ Working out ✧ ↣ Regardless of his unhealthy habits, Beau enjoys going to the gym or running through Central Park on a warm day. He likes to stay fit whether it be through a boxing class or going for a jog. It refreshes and energizes him.

✧ Going out ✧ ↣ Along with the alcohol and the drugs, one of Beau’s favorite past times is hitting New York City’s night life, and hard. He doesn’t stop at one, but rather will go from bar to bar, night club to night club all in one night. Beau won’t stop until he’s piss drunk, being hauled home in a taxi by a sober stranger, or being picked up by the police for the night.

✧ Sex ✧ ↣ Ever since his experimental age, Beau has continued experiment. He identifies as bisexual, although it’s not truly known to many, and enjoys different experiences with different people. He’s open to try new things with new people but unfortunately for him, he’s in a ‘monogamous’ relationship.

✧ Shopping ✧ ↣ Beau likes stays stylish; he likes being well dressed wherever he goes. As a part of that, Beau is constantly buying new clothes to stay in season. He enjoys going shopping for himself; he normally doesn’t restrict himself to a limit either when it comes to shopping.


✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
✦ Bumming it ✦ ↣ Bumming it isn’t something Beau really enjoys doing. He likes living his life on the busy side, rarely ever having time to stop. Of course he enjoys his rest whenever he ends up taking it, but Beau lives non-stop and always seems to be doing something productive with his time.

✦ Rehab ✦ ↣ Not a place Beau is fond of. He understands the purpose of rehab and why he was placed there, but he doesn’t think he has an addiction. As a matter of fact, if you ask Beau, he’ll probably tell you that he can stop at any time. It’s not true, of course, but there’s really no stopping Beau when the liquor hits his lips.

✦ His father ✦ ↣ Ever since the death of Drew, there’s been a falling out between Abel and Beau. The two don’t get along. Abel blames Beau for the death of his youngest son, and while Beau is truly at fault, he refuses to believe that a parent can hold such a hatred for their child when a mistake was made. He knows what he did was wrong and he lives with the pain of it every day, isn’t that enough?

✦ Holidays ✦ ↣ Ever since the death of Drew, holidays, and even birthdays, don’t feel the same anymore. There’s an empty feeling every time they come around the dinner table or the Christmas tree, so Beau would rather disregard it all together.

✦ Greasy Foods ✦ ↣ A big part of Beau’s healthy appearance is him keeping away from the disgusting foods that most call comfort foods. He prefers to eat healthy and even though his other habits contradict his healthy living, he still prefers to stay away from any greasy foods – so pizza? Yeah, that’s a no go.


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✧Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs✧
✦ Singing ✦ ↣ Believe it or not, but one of Beau’s favorite things to do is to sing. He doesn’t like to do it in front of people because he’s self-conscious about it but, he’s quite good.

✦Cooking ✦ ↣ As it comes with the ‘healthy living’ Beau likes to cook his own meals at home to both save money from eating out and regulate what he’s eating.

✦ Fashion ✦ ↣ Obviously. No, it’s not because he’s secretly gay, but rather because he’s enjoys having a sense of fashion and looking good. He keeps up with current styles and doesn’t like being seen as ‘last seasons’ model.

✦ Lying ✦ ↣ It’s usually not something to be proud of, but Beau has a talent. Not so much pure lies as it is having a ‘creative imagination’ as he calls it. He has a persuasive tongue and he knows how to get himself out of trouble, for the most part.


✦Fʟᴀᴡs✦
✧ Impulsive ✧ ↣ Beau doesn’t think about what he does often. Whenever he makes a decision, it barely comes with second thought. Maybe it’s the excessive drinking and partying, but Beau is still stuck in his early twenties where he rarely saw the consequences of his actions.

✧ Destructive ✧ ↣ Part of his impulsive attitude, comes a destructive undertone. Most of Beau’s impulsive decisions come with destructive consequences. He is slowly destroying his life without really realizing it. Beau hasn’t come to realize just yet that if he doesn’t get it together, he’s going to end up single, broke, and alone.

✧ Untrustworthy ✧ ↣ It’s needless to say that time and time again, Beau has proved to be untrustworthy. Whether it be with his lies, his affairs, or with his irresponsibility. He’s not one to trust yet some still do.

✧ Secretive ✧ ↣ Beau doesn’t trust other people to know the real him. He’s afraid of what others might think if they only know the person he really was. He’s afraid to let people in and it’s amazing to him that his fiancé stuck around as long as she did with the way he is. His political career has benefitted by his sneaking ways but who knows how much longer that will last?


✧Secrets✧
✦ His Sexuality ✦ ↣ Even though Beau has experimented with men sexually and romantically before, no one really knows that he’s claimed his sexuality as bisexual. Beau doesn’t really talk about it or mention his past, and he certainly doesn’t talk about his sexuality and sexual experiences.

✦Drew's Death ✦ ↣ This is perhaps the biggest part of his life that Beau refuses to think about, let alone talk about. It’s something that hits him right in the heart. Beau will freeze up immediately if someone so much as mentions his brother’s name.

✦ His affairs ✦ ↣ Along with his sexuality, his affairs are a secret. Not that it’s hard to tell that he’s a lady’s man, but his affairs with men, well, that’s a different story.

✦ Drug addict ✦ ↣ He does drugs, and he drinks alcohol, freely. But the extent of his addiction is a secret to most. A lot of people don’t know that Beau nearly died a few times from overdoses.

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✧Dʀᴇᴀᴍs✧
✦ Restoring his relationship with his father ✦ ↣ It’s no secret that Abel and Beau no longer get along – but what kind of relationship is that between a boy and his father? One of Beau’s dreams is to restore that relationship with his family, his father in particular.

✦Sober living ✦ ↣ No one wants to live as an addict, but some feel as though there is no other way. For Beau, it’s the only way he doesn’t feel the pain of what he’s done in his past. He dreams of living a life completely sobered up. He hates what he’s turned into, but he doesn’t know how to fix it.

✦ Moving home ✦ ↣ He was clean for a while back in England. Beau had a life back in England that he just up and left behind, for many reasons. But he dreams of heading back and finishing out the rest of his life in his home country.

✦ Mayor ✦ ↣ His high status in the city has certainly gained some recognition for Beau, which he is using to run for Mayor of New York. He has visions and Beau is rather intelligent, when he’s sober. Now it’s just a matter of keeping a clean image and being elected.


✦Fᴇᴀʀs✦
✧ His past ✧ ↣ Most people are afraid of their past because it was either silly or immature, or whatever the case, but for Beau, it scares him because of all he’s left there. His closet is filled to the brim with secrets and lies. His ghosts haunt him every day, and every day he’s afraid it’s going to come to bite him in the ass.

✧ His intoxicated persona ✧ ↣ One of Beau’s biggest fears is who he is when he’s on something. At first, it’s all fun and games, but if he lets it get too far (which he always does) it gets out of control. Beau become violent, angry, aggressive. He ruins relationships and he ruins lives.

✧ Death ✧ ↣ It’s a valid fear for anyone. But for Beau, it’s a more rational fear. It creeps up on him every time he drinks or takes something. Beau subconsciously awaits the day where he takes too much of anything and doesn’t wake up.

✧ His secrets ✧ ↣ Every closet door opens and Beau is afraid that one day his closet door is going to open and all of things he’s been hiding is going to come flowing out and it’s going to reveal who he truly is – which is everything he’s attempted to hide from the public eye.

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✧ Abel Oakman ✧ ↣ Father ↣ Living

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✦ Lydia Oakman ✦ ↣ Mother ↣ Living

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✧ Andrew Oakman ✧ ↣ Brother ↣ Deceased


✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
Beau was born and raised England, in a poor neighborhood to a poor family. They moved from shelter to shelter, never able to properly provide for themselves. When Drew came along, Abel Oakman picked himself up, cleaned himself off, and got himself a job.
When Beau turned 14, the family had finally created a stable ground for themselves and were able to rent an apartment for themselves. His father was able to grow in a company that eventually lead to Abel starting his own business. His mother went back to school and eventually became a published author of Best Selling self-help books. Beau and Drew were put in school and were finally given an opportunity to be normal kids.

Growing up, Beau was given many lessons in valuing life and valuing money. He was taught to never take anything for granted and it was a lesson that stuck around with Beau for the most part of his life. As he grew older, with a family that now was well established in finances, his value for money began dissipating and he quickly lost the idea that he shouldn’t take things for granted. He grew up fairly rebellious and was sent away to a boys’ school in hopes that it would help his attitude. Unfortunately, it only sent Beau spiraling further into a world of uncertainty. He was introduced to a very liberal lifestyle, including alcohol, drugs, and wild sexual activity.

During one of his breaks from school, Beau and his younger brother Drew, went to a party at a friend’s. Upon leaving the party, Beau had by then had several drinks and was severely intoxicated. Drew attempted to pull the keys from his brother but Beau insisted he was fine. On the drive home, Beau lost control, flipping the car end overhead several times. Drew was dead before medics arrived at the scene. Beau was pulled from school and put in rehab. When Beau turned 18, he was released from rehab and went to school for a two-year program in business. When he turned 20, the Oakman family moved to Manhattan, where Abel was offered a better position at his current job, where they have now been living for 7 years.

It was during his school days that Beau experimented with sex. He found himself attracted to men as much as women but was always afraid of confronting the issue of his sexuality because he knew his father would never accept it, especially not after that Beau had done to Drew. He’s been clean since then, but the move to the city has unfortunately reintroduced drugs, alcohol, and sex to Beau. Since the move, Beau has slowly been inching back into the violent spiral that claimed the life of his brother by his hand. He has tried rehab again and again since moving to the city but has released himself as quickly as he admitted himself. He knows he’s making the wrong decisions when it comes to the partying and the drugs, but Beau is unable to resist.



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✧Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ✧

Sorry | Justin Bieber
You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty
You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies
I hope I don't run out of time, could someone call the referee?
'Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness
I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice
And by once or twice I mean maybe a couple a hundred times
So let me, oh let me redeem, oh redeem, oh myself tonight
'Cause I just need one more shot, second chances
Is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
I'm sorry, yeah
Sorry, yeah
Sorry
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
I'll take every single piece of the blame if you want me to
But you know that there is no innocent one in this game for two
I'll go, I'll go and then you go, you go out and spill the truth
Can we both say the words and forget this?
Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
I'm not just trying to get you back on me, oh no
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
I'm sorry, yeah
Sorry, oh
Sorry
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
I'm sorry, yeah
Sorry
Sorry
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?



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Character Sheet By : The Toxic Cereus
Inspired By : AmeliaIsGhostly
Filled Out By : Chandz

So begins...

Beauregard Oakman's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Gabriel Read Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman Character Portrait: Chadwick Dangote Character Portrait: Edward Aryn

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Gossip Girl here and as we all sadly know, it is the end of the summer. I know, I know - heartbreaking, right? Back to longer days and nights in the office, homework and let's not even forget the copious amounts of hot coffee and tea we're all going to be sipping on once winter takes a bite out of our asses. But, if you're any of our fine citizens of the Upper East Side, you're probably not worried about such things. In fact, if you are anyone, you would be in The Hamptons where the Shanks are hosting their infamous annual White Party on the lawn of their gorgeous estate. And if you're not, well...then I'll sip on those scrumptious strawberry mimosas and partake in a few macaroons in your honor.

At about thirty minutes past two in the afternoon, every filthy rich Upper East Sider makes their way to one of the most beautifully appointed mansions in Southhampton, about fifteen minutes from the beach when driving. Either way you put it, you know it's going to be breathtaking. And while everyone else is decked in the appropriate white attire for the obviously over-priced event, you all already know that I'm going to be there too. Watching...waiting...and in utter impatience for the delicious events that are sure to unfold. XOXO, Gossip Girl.





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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Annoyed


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"Don't see the big deal, sis," Marcel said into the phone and Aaliyah shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and having to ignore the way her Isabel Marant cuff clanked against the device she held up against her ear. She could already feel a headache coming on and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. The majority of the guests had arrived earlier with a few stragglers coming and going. Under normal circumstances, like when someone else was hosting an event at a gallery or even one that wasn't even important, Aaliyah barely even thought to text either of her siblings to see where they were. If she saw them, she saw them. If she did not, then that was the story and that was fine. However, this was an event their mother was throwing. Meaning, everyone was going to hear Debby's mouth until all of her family members were present. And by everyone, Aaliyah typically meant herself. "Can't you just magically convince her to let it go or something? You're good at that." Aaliyah bristled. It was a good thing she was in her bedroom and not anywhere downstairs where anyone could see her current facial expression.

"Hell no! This is not a box of Lucky Charms, but you better magically teleport yourself here or so help me God, I will magically shove my foot up your ass, Marcel." She hissed into her cell phone. She could hear her brother's eye roll through the phone. "I don't care if you have to convince your flavor of the month that you'd rather dip her in the chocolate fountain on front, be here. Now." She refused to encourage any more of his excuses by ending the call, letting out a frustrated sigh before trying to relax herself enough to return to the guests. This was not even her own event and she was already stressing. Aaliyah had changed her outfit twice before deciding on her Halston Heritage jumpsuit because Debby had made face after face when she saw her daughters' choices. She had had to leave Beau's side when Shailene pulled her aside to say that Debby was furious that Marcel wanted to bail on them for some girl he stole away to California. And suddenly, Aaliyah had to be the one to resolve the issue since Debby couldn't just call her son. Aaliyah shook her head quickly to dispel the negativity, though she could still feel herself brimming with aggravation when she rose from her perch on her childhood bed.

Before heading out, she stopped to check her reflection, styling her hair back into the messy bun from earlier in the morning so that her Jennifer Fisher earrings could be seen better. Sliding her cell back into her Louboutin clutch, she gave herself one more final glance over before heading out, ignoring the servant who asked if everything was alright. No, everything was not alright, but she was here, wasn't she? Wasn't that enough of a reason to not ask that dumb ass question? By the time Aaliyah was back on the first floor, a cordial smile was painted back on her face. In passing, she nodded to a few guests, the sound of her Miu Miu sandals echoing when she reached the outside portico. The spacious lawn of her family's estate was filled with white tables and a sea of white-attired bodies, the flashes of green from the lush grass peeking out amidst the stark color all of the guests wore. Some sported bikinis and swimsuits, others more elegant apparel. It was the one time of the year, other than if someone did a special event, that she had to deal with such an onslaught of the color, and Aaliyah was already annoyed despite the tasteful elegance of the event. The White Party was the one event Debby did not allow any other member of the family to host, which was why it was a big deal that Marcel was not present. No one missed their own mother's party, especially not because they were chasing tail as if they hadn't had a different one three weeks ago.

Her eyes roved over the crowd and she saw a few notable faces, though none of them being the main one she was looking for. A few of her followers nodded in her direction and she only offered a longer gaze before glancing around before she saw a familiar blonde head. Without hesitation, Aaliyah made her way over to Juliet, exhaling loudly when she reached her and looping her arm with the heiress. "Girl, tell me why Marcel's trying to get me killed and I'm not even the one who didn't show up," she immediately complained to the blonde, accepting a cranberry mimosa when it was offered from an approaching server.



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The White Party, an annual shindig where those of good status and wealth would congregate and gossip about each other and diss those of lesser status and wealth. Talk of business, vacations, scandals mixed with copious amounts of liquor was always a good time, well it would have been for Brynn if not for one little detail. The hosts. Brynn's hatred for the Shanks was well known. Aaliyah was what some would call an arch enemy of sorts. Ever since she slept with the Queen Bee's so-called Prince Charming, the girl couldn't seem to get her head out of her ass when around Brynn. Her family, by association, was also in Brynn's long book of names of the people she wanted to pistol whip. Luckily, Beau had ended up on the list of people Brynn din't want to maim. Despite all this though, her family was still forcing her to come. She just hoped that it didn't get disastrous.

Just as her families limo pulled up to the party she received Erin's message. The thought of the girl brought a smile to her lips. Ah yes, one of the few reasons the party might be okay. Erin was one of the people Brynn held dear, and her bubbly personality lured her in. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she could stay away from her enemies and just chill with the few people she was fond of.

To: Erin
Just pulled up hun. Not excited for this at all. Fucking Shanks. Where did they get that last name anyways... Prison? Anyways, I'll find you. You'll be the one in white, right?

Brynn was full of sass and sarcasm, but for Erin it was all in good jest. As she hit send, the driver pulled open her door and Brynn slid out. She wore a beautiful white Prada dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and had gorgeous detailing of golden studs and frill on the sleeves. Topped with a black belt (as a bit of rebellion to the whole 'white' theme) she was ready. Now she just had to find her friend. She made sure to scoop up a mimosa from a nearby waitor on the way.

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Beau lingered through the halls of large Hampton estate owned by the Shanks. His left hand tucked deep in his pant pocket while his right hand held loosely to a short glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sipped with every few steps, wishing to be anywhere other than this party. Beau didn’t mind being with his fiancée’s family, he just wouldn’t consider this much of a party without a good DJ, a line of coke, and strobing lights. He let out an exasperate sigh and continued his walk through the house, taking the halls that would lead him outside to where everyone else would be. In his mind, Aaliyah’s voice played like a broken record. “Please watch your intake today. We don’t want a repeat of last year. Just…don’t get too boozy too early.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. I can handle my liquor, woman. Beau thought to himself – of course, he would never utter those words to Leah – he knew better than to speak to her like that. Beau took a sip again of his whiskey. He stood now in the doorway, leading outdoors. He looked on as the guests mingled, smiled, and laughed with each other as though they were all great friends. They’re all bloody fakes, Beau thought. None of these people even like each other. All just putting on a show for each other. With yet another exasperated sigh, Beau stepped down from the doorway and outside where the party actually was. He smiled and nodded towards people who noticed and acknowledged him. With every few steps he’d throw out a ‘Hello’ or a ‘Mr.____, how’s the business?’ or a ‘You look wonderful.’ Beau had made this event just as much his as it was the Shanks’. Since he was running for office, he knew the mingling he’d do today would certainly help him in his election. He walked around to every big name he knew, sweet talking them into believing he was the best candidate, that he was a great person, convincing them that he had nothing to hide and they had everything to gain from him.

Lies spewed out of Beau’s mouth, and before not too long, he grew tired of keeping up the façade. Beau had his drink reordered twice. His third whiskey drink touched his lips and a soft buzz rang in Beau’s mind. After mingling with several people, he found Leah across the backyard talking to Juliet. He graciously excused himself from current conversations and began his walk across the yard to her. As he walked across the lawn, he could see his friend and distant memory of more standing with Erin. Beau smiled, winked and raised his glass in welcome to Brynn. He didn’t stop to talk to her, but rather kept walking until he reached Leah. He politely interrupted her conversation, wrapped an arm around Leah’s waist and kissed her cheek. “Love, all right?” Beau’s English accent reigning heavily on every word he spoke. The English never really used the American phrase ‘how are you’ but rather asked if everything was alright, it was their way of greeting others. He then turned his attention to her friend, "Juliet. All right?" he said to her with a smile. He turned to speak to Leah as he sipped on his drink. "Posh party love, where's mum? She's thrown a lovely gathering." Beau hated being here, but he wasn't going to let Leah know that.

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Brynn smiled at Erin's jests and rolled her eyes. "You've been hanging around me too much Miss Brennan, I can hear the sass seeping in your veins." She joked and nudged the girl. "As for the party... Well, I've seen better. I mean, as cool as all white is, its a disaster bound to happen. Someone forgets a tampon, another person spills a drink? This would be a very tragic scene, si?" It was very like Brynn to mix some of her native language into her everyday speech. Most of her friends had gotten to the point where they knew some common phrases, but it was when Brynn got mad and stared spouting curses in Portuguese that they had to ask for clarification.

Waiting for Erin's response, Brynn smiled and brought the mimosa to her lips, only to catch the eye of Beau from across the lawn. He raised his glass and winked at her. She was suddenly hit with a hard realization about the drink in her hand. Her smile faultered for a moment before she lowered the glass from her lips and smiled back at him softly, wiggling her eyebrows at him so she didn't seem out of character. The hard truth was that her and Beau were a fling, still while he was dating Aaliyah of course. This had caused her some hate, but thats not what really mattered. She still loved Beau as a friend, but recently she had found out a shocking little secret. She was pregnant... With Prince Charming kid.

In many ways this news could ruin her life. After she had started having morning sickness she had known, taken a test and then had a moment of weakness where she cried. Brynn never cried. Luckily she had hid this from her room mate, and from everyone else. Now she had to deal with this and she was going to slowly run out of time. She didn't know what to do or who to trust with this.

When the next waitor came by, she gave him her untouched mimosa, asked for lemonade and turned her attention back to Erin.

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It only took a few words to have Erin chuckling at what Brynn was saying. "Mmmm, you make a good point there," she responded with an eager nod. "I plan on having more than a couple of these," she said, raising her mimosa, "So I guess you better watch yourself, because by the end of the afternoon, I might be that person who makes a point of why white parties and alcohol are bad ideas, and that gorgeous dress of yours might be the victim in all of it," she added with a grin, before taking a hearty sip of the beverage. As she lowered the drink, she turned her attention back to Brynn just to catch her making some sort of eye contact with the one and only, Beau, who stood across the lawn. Their distance was large enough that the interaction would likely go unnoticed by anyone who wasn't paying attention to one of them, like Erin was doing to Brynn, but she still thought it was risky. Maybe it was dramatic, but Erin felt like Brynn needed to be more conspicuous than that, given whose house they were at, but then again, this was Brynn that they were talking about. She was the girl who didn't care about people's expectations and social standards, and somehow managed to get away with it, too. Though Erin was far too obsessed with the high society culture to ever try to break the norms herself, she could, at least, appreciate her roommate's boldness internally. It took guts to be your own person in a society that praised fitting in and following the rules.

She raised her eyes when Brynn suddenly seemed to have a change of heart, and returned her mimosa in favor of a lemonade. That was out of character, and really, Erin couldn't fathom a reason behind it. Here Brynn was, at a party being hosted by the family of the girl whose fiancé she slept with. If anyone other than Beau knew, Brynn was definitely going to receive daggered glares throughout the party, ones that would probably be enough to make Erin want to leave... and yet, the girl wanted to do it sober?! Why?! How?! "A lemonade? Really, Bri? You do know that lemonades are non-alcoholic and that alcohol is probably the only thing that is going to get us through this party, right?." Erin was making a big deal out of it only somewhat, because she was genuinely confused. No one in Brynn's predicament should have been turning down a drink, and especially no one who was typically known to enjoy alcohol.

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"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
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Aaliyah chuckled lightly at Juliet's explanation that she basically needed to relax, which was a lot easier said than done considering how her mother was. Even if Juliet herself would walk up to Deborah Shanks and declare that the event was the most flawless of all of her annual parties, Debby would still find the most minuscule thing to be upset about. There wasn't a white chocolate fountain close to the regular milk chocolate fountain, she would complain. One of these dumb bitches who obviously don't know how to read wore egg shell, she would say. Fix your hair - nothing ever really signified absolute perfection, not unless everyone was dead and Debby was able to control every aspect of their corpses. And since that couldn't happen - well, Aaliyah focused on the fact that despite the guests that were present and her brother needing to be on the way before she had to hear about it, she was grateful for Juliet's presence.

"Okay, okay. I'll try," she replied with a playful smirk, peering over the blonde's shoulder at the male she had just been talking to. One of Leah's eyebrows rose in question when she turned her face back to Juliet. "I'm guessing Kellan Lutz wasn't your type?" She inquired and sipped on her mimosa, eyes returning to the crowd as she wondered where her fiance might have disappeared to. She knew that her earlier request for him to behave was a bit condescending, but Aaliyah couldn't help it when he gave her every reason not to trust his public antics. Was Beau suave? Debonair? Yes and double yes. However, neither of those adjectives meant a goddamn thing once had a few drinks and whatever other discombobulating substance he was privy to in his system. It made her think about Ed, though she refused to ask Juliet about him. She kept both the friendship aspect and the not-so-friendly aspect of their relationship from her best friend, even when she actually wanted to spill. Besides, there were some things Aaliyah wanted to keep to herself and Ed was one of them.

It was only a few seconds later that Aaliyah was shaken out of he reverie. Her gaze fell on Erin and Brynn, neither of whom actually impressed or managed to sustain Aaliyah's attention long enough for her gaze not to be considered a passing glance. Erin just did nothing for Aaliyah. She did not intimidate her nor did she actually serve as competition. Obviously, no matter how amazing the bitch might have thought she was or even how great Juliet claimed she was, there had to be something wrong with her if mostly every girl their age in the Upper East Side looked upon her with abhorrence. And Brynn was just the slut of Manhattan. Not even her family's money could save her from going down in history as such. But still, something vile rose at the back of Aaliyah's throat at the thought of the skank and Juliet's follow-up question made her eyes roll with contempt as she took another sip of her mimosa. "Tightening his chastity belt, if he knows what's good for him," she muttered coldly, tensing for a moment when an arm wrapped around her waist. A second later and lips were pressed against her skin and Aaliyah finally recognized the light stubble against her cheek for she smiled and relaxed in Beau's arms, fighting the impulse to give Brynn a stare that would remind the bitch that he was here and not with her trashy ass. She bit back the frown in favor of a smiling nod when Beau inquired of her well-being and her gaze remained on him even when he turned to Juliet.

Say what you will about Aaliyah - that she is some kind of ice queen or anything of that nature. The point was that she did love Beau, a lot more than most people gave her credit. The hardest part of it all was that, and it honestly was not fair to herself or him, she was not sure if she was in love with him. Giving Beau up meant losing and she would rather he do something than ever have to concede first. She would be damned if that happened, not after all the work she has put in to maintain their public image as one of the best prime couples of the whole Manhattan area. However - Aaliyah stopped and her face turned expressionless because Beau was questioning her again, so she turned her face back to the crowd for a moment. "It is, isn't it?" She replied on a cheery tone before meeting his gaze, smile returned and any trace of her former impassivity gone. "She should be in the gardens. A few of her associates arrived when I went upstairs and I heard her gushing about it, so they're probably still over there."

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There was little time for Juliet to respond to Aaliyah, with anything more than a surprised laugh at her comment, before the topic of their conversation appeared. It was hard for her to like Beau after she found out that he had been unfaithful towards Aaliyah. She, of course, was biased, because Aayliah was her best friend, but she thought Beau was a jerk. One who had grown too cocky, crossed a line, and needed a reality check. She had never been extraordinarily close to Beau, but in the beginning of Aaliyah's relationship with him, Juliet had supported it. Beau was an attractive guy, had an accent that could woo any girl, and seemed fun to be around. Back then, she couldn't have produced a reason for why Aaliyah shouldn't date him, but now, she could come up with an infinite amount of them. However, it was easy for Juliet to insist that her friend needed to leave him immediately because she had never been in a real, long term relationship herself. She didn't really know what it was like to fully invest yourself in someone, and how life-altering and traumatic it could be to go from being engaged to someone, to never speaking to them again. Maybe it was because she saw Aaliyah as being such a strong female though, that she thought it was necessary, or just to be expected, too. She had just never thought of Aaliyah as the kind of girl who would allow someone to cheat on her, and still remain in a relationship with them. Had Juliet known Leah's little secret, about her vengeful affair too, maybe all of this would have been more understandable. For now, though, Beau had been crossed off her good list, and she still felt like he needed to be cut out of Leah's life, no matter how reassuring she tried to act, about having it under control.

"Mhmm," she hummed in response to his question, a forced smile upon her face as she looked from Aaliyah, to Beau, and then to his glass, and down to her own. Her plan to drink water for a while was a short lived one because now, she was ready to scout out the next waiter for an alcoholic beverage. Preferably one with a very high percent of alcohol content. Erin was still standing with Brynn which meant that she couldn't scurry over to the other blonde, who was always good about entertaining Juliet whenever she needed someone to talk to. Brynn was even worse than Beau was, in her opinion. They had both committed the same offense, and Beau's technically should have been seen in a worse light, since he was the one who owed Leah his loyalty, but Leah still liked Beau (for some reason that was not understood by Juliet), so she would deal with him. Brynn, on the other hand, was so much easier to pin as the main enemy for the entire affair, so it was easy to look at her with a disgusted scowl every time she came into her line of vision. Why Erin chose to share an apartment with that girl, who was probably a host to a million STDs, was a question that still perplexed Juliet. If she truly thought of Erin as a best friend, she would have just extended an invite for her to move into her apartment, just to get her away from that filth, but Juliet didn't care that much. She liked Erin because she felt like she was similar to her, at least in terms of their upbringing and childhood, but they weren't incredibly close. Maybe ten years ago, but not now. "Well, let me leave you two... lovebirds... be," she said, purposely not even attempting to hide her discomfort at the "lovebirds" title, or the way her nose just slightly scrunched in distaste as she said it. Juliet had never been great at hiding her feelings or thoughts, no matter how inappropriate or unwelcoming they could be in the moment. "There is a mimosa calling my name... somewhere over there," she continued, taking a step away before turning back with a playful grin to say, "Don't miss me too much," to Aaliyah (and Aaliyah only), blowing her a kiss, and continuing off. She wanted to hang out with her girl, but not with Beau there. Maybe that was one more reason to add to the book for why she didn't like Beau. Having a best friend who was engaged, or even when it had only just been a serious relationship, meant less girl time. Girl's nights outs were swapped for date nights, and though Aaliyah was usually more responsible than she, Juliet still liked to be dramatic and act like she had lost a significant partner for getting nearly-blackout drunk while out "scouting" for cute guys at clubs. Beau was annoying an unnecessary, and if he wasn't the Prince Charming he had been when they had first met him, why was he still here?

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Tension sat in the air as Beau stood with Leah and Juliet. It was as though Satan himself stood behind Beau, lightly blowing cold air on the nape of his neck. The discomfort wasn’t something that Beau wasn’t used to by now. Girls talk, Beau was aware of that. He was even more aware that Leah knew of his past mistakes, long before he ever admitted them, and had let Juliet know of the disgusting antics Beau was up to in his free time. Beau also knew that once his secret was out to the Leah’s closest friend, he’d no longer be the charming young lad from England he used to be. No. Now he’s the rubbish that Leah should get rid of but keeps around for someone’s sake. Whatever. To Beau it was all the same. He couldn’t care less what her friends thought of him as long as they all kept their mouths shut about his business and let him go on his merry way. Essentially, what Leah was currently doing about the situation. After all, it seemed to work for the both of them. As Juliet left their side, Beau rolled his eyes to her abrasive valediction. Beau turned his head to a departing Juliet and spit his out farewell at her, “Cheerio, love.” Beau’s eyes may have well rolled back into his head with the attitude that came out with the short sentence. There was no kindness left between Juliet and Beau as there once had been. It only bothered Beau when she acted as childish as she did. Otherwise, it meant nothing to him.

Beau’s eyes floated around the vicinity. ”Love, tell me something. Will she ever pull her head from her arse?” Beau’s lips touched his glass but shortly realized he had been running on empty again. He signaled for another and set his empty glass down on a passing waiter’s tray. Beau’s eyes didn’t mean Leah’s as he already knew she was probably making a face or was getting ready to comment about his intake. How many was that? She’d ask and Beau would have to tell her to cool it before telling her he was quickly moving onto his third or fourth drink. ”I’m going to mingle, babe. I’m sure there’s someone here who’s ass I can kiss to put me at the top of the ballot. I’ll catch you in a bit.” Beau kissed Leah quickly and moved. As he moved through the yard, he passed Juliet. He stood by her for a short second while he waited for the waiter to meet him with his drink. “Get your nose out of my business now, eh?” Beau spoke with a false smile slathered to his lips as though cameras were constantly watching his every move, waiting for him to mess up. “My life’s got nothing to do with you so move along, ight?” Beau smiled and nodded to passing guests, took the drink that was being presented to him by a server and without giving Juliet enough time to make a departing comment, walked off.

Sipping on his drink in between steps, Beau went to the one place he probably shouldn’t have. He saw Brynn and Erin from a distance and he was getting tired of the snobby, posh people his mother-in-law to-be had invited. A light stroll with his hand in his pocket sent him straight into Brynn’s arms. “Ladies,” he said with a smile on his face as he double kissed both of their cheeks. “I hope you’re enjoying this party as much as I am?” He said jokingly, raising his glass to them with a light chuckle. Beau’s eyes fell on the rest of the party. From a distance, he could see Leah, Juliet and a few guys, one of which was Edward, which Beau was not particularly fond of and the other was Gabe. He scowled at the back of their heads before turning back to Erin and Brynn. He noticed Brynn’s hand held onto a lemonade and his eyebrow raised. “B, dear, that’s no way to get through one of these shit-fests. You need one of these.” He said pointing to his drink in hand. Beau turned to a waiter, raising his hand to get their attention.

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Brynn almost winced when Erin quickly picked up on her decision. Of course she would though, she was one of Brynn's best friends. She tried to think of an excuse, but the server handed her the drink and whisked away before she could say anything. And just when something was formulating in Brynn's mind, a kiss was placed on her cheek from none other then Beau. She smiled, though all the while her stomach felt queasy at the thought that her babies daddy was right beside her.

"Listen you two, we all know I love to drink. We also all know that this party is going to blow massive herpes infested balls... But I need to stay focused. If Aaliyah tries to pull any shit on me, I need to be ready to knock a bitch out." She said as an excuse. Though part of it was true. Her and Aaliyah had a past of sabotage. They were arch enemies of course. While Erin may be past friends with Juliet, Brynn didn't trust her or Aaliyah not to start anything tonight. If Brynn got into trouble her parents would surely kill her.

Brynn hummed, and to pull the attention away from her lack of drinking, she smirked and grabbed Beau and Erin. "I'm sick of these snobs. Why don't we go do something fun. No one would notice if we escaped, right?" She had been hoping to see some other people but to be honest, even though she just arrived, anymore of the judging stares and she would throat punch someone.

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"J's not the only who needs to pull their head outta their ass."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
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It would be just like Juliet to leave her alone. Aaliyah didn't want to think about the part where the other woman was leaving her alone with her fiance - the main person she would want to be alone with, in the first place. Or, at least, should. She should want to be alone with him and yet, the second her best friend muttered an excuse to leave their - more like, Beau's, but Leah wasn't going to damage his ego for the moment - presence, a frown marred her features once more. Beau bit out a few unnecessary parting words before turning a question to her, and Aaliyah's lips pressed into a thin line as she replied under her breath, "Maybe she's not the only one,". Of course, Beau was too distracted with desiring another drink and her frown deepened.

Seriously, how much could one person drink in two hours? It was literally the most frustrating thing on the planet and what was worse was that Leah knew damn well Juliet could probably give Beau a run for her money, and seemed to have more control in her right pinkie than he seemed to have at all. And that was saying something! "Babe..." She started, but Beau beat her to it with a swift exit and Aaliyah bristled as she watched him go. Alone, her eyes floated over the crowd, painting on a thin grin when a few of her father's associates flitted past her with small acknowledgements and best wishes for her engagement...yeah, her engagement. One big fucking joke and she seriously needed to continue taking her time with this one drink because what she didn't need was herself being drunk. Good things didn't happen when she was drunk...not at large settings like these anyway...where her mother could throttle her or drown her in the pool.

"Dad!" She called and briskly walked over to hug the older man, their embrace lasting long despite his present company. When she released him, the smile on Leah's face was far more genuine than a few minutes ago. "I talked to Marcel. Hopefully, he'll come and mom's blood pressure will be stable." She said and the older man smirked, face not in any way convinced. "That or we'll all catch hell," he replied and they both grinned, and instinctively, Aaliyah's gaze returned to the crowd only for her eyes to narrow at where Beau decided to stop...because he obviously wanted to die. He wanted to be killed and dragged to hell, and he wanted to take that bug-eyed bitch with him because Aaliyah wanted to see him burn. "You alright, pumpkin?" Her father's voice broke her out of her wanting-to-kill head-space and Leah could see her father trying to follow her gaze, so she stepped around him to block the path. The last thing Beau needed - or even wanted - was her father mopping the floor with his ass because he was a disrespectful sack of shit.

"I was just thinking about that tennis match yesterday. Still upset you beat me, I call rematch," she exclaimed, challenging, and it was a good distraction too because his smirk returned and her father was regaling her with lies on how he had always been more skilled than her, and Aaliyah managed to pull out her phone to see Juliet's message.

To: Jules
Sometimes, i do too

To: Ed
Don't tell me ur hiding from me now?

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Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman

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ERIN BRENNAN
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Erin wasn't sure what to think of Beau. On one hand, and one that was undeniably true, he was gorgeous. An absolute gift from the heavens, in a physical sense. On the other hand, it was clear that he was no angel. No, he was no angel, and lately, Erin was beginning to think that he was more like a devil than an angel. She didn't like Aaliyah in the slightest bit, so she didn't hate Beau for cheating on her. In fact, that part was somewhat amusing to her. Here Aaliyah was, the Queen Bee of the universe, being all prim and proper and perfect, living the picture perfect life, and she couldn't even keep her fiance from straying. It would have been sad had Erin been friends with her, but that wasn't the case, and instead, she found that aspect of Beau's involvement to be quite delightful. What made her wary of him though, was that he was messing with Brynn while still dating that bitch. Erin knew Brynn. She knew that her friend was more interested in hookups and fun sex than relationships that would tie her down, but she wondered if this hookup was actually going to tie her down, in more bad ways than good. Like Bryn explained, as she rationalized her choice to not drink yet, Aaliyah was a bitch, and you had to watch your back around her. The fact that Beau was standing right here with them, and not by his fiancee's side, made Erin guess that a storm was coming, and though part of her wanted to be there to see it, she also knew that it was less entertaining with a good friend involved. Brynn was strong and could definitely hold her own, but at the very least, this wasn't her home turf. It was Aaliyah's, and the boy in the middle of the mess was more Aaliyah's than anyone else's too.

"I don't think Beau's wife-to-be would appreciate him ditching her party with a couple of girls," Erin answered Brynn's suggestion, but her eyes fell on Beau with a playful, almost challenging expression. She knew to be wary of him, but encouraging him to fuck up his relationship with Aaliyah more couldn't hurt, could it? "But at the same time, you do only have a few more months to play the bachelor card before you're officially tied down, Mr. Oakman. I'm game. I can get the number for the charter helicopter pilot that Juliet uses to fly out here so we don't have to deal with all of the traffic, if we want to head back to the city. Otherwise, there's about a billion bars around here so you can start getting some drinks in you," she said, adding in a slight elbow to Brynn's side at the last part. "Oh, and I'll let Teegan know too," she continued, upon seeing Teegan's text, that she replied to with, "Brynn and I wanna ditch this ;). Come with us!"

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