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minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Scene One: Arrival Day!
April 22, 2017
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Blomst
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Elf_Ruler
MoxxyMoxx
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Welcome to the Penthouse in New York City! Here you will be staying and living the life of luxury. Best part is...you don't have to share a room with anybody! A party is bound to happen tonight. But for now, just get to know your internet friends that you will be staying with for a few weeks. Have fun!
April 22, 2017
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C classAteam
Blomst
@Smoaki
Elf_Ruler
MoxxyMoxx
Cychotic
spookie
Welcome to the Penthouse in New York City! Here you will be staying and living the life of luxury. Best part is...you don't have to share a room with anybody! A party is bound to happen tonight. But for now, just get to know your internet friends that you will be staying with for a few weeks. Have fun!
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minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Neveah Smith
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Mentioned: Everyone
Interacting with: No one
Currently: Checking out the penthouse
Mood: Calm, Slightly Tired
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minajesty
Mood: Excited
Location: Kitchen
Currently: Exploring
"THIS IS Mavis Summers HERE."
White. Grey. Black. Mavis' eyes gleamed with delight as she took in the space around her. A bag was slung over her shoulder and her hands dragged along luggage bags with stamps and photos attached to them, memoirs of her time around the world. She remembered faintly of her time in New York with her parents once; it brought a slow smile to her face. Taking a glance around her, she realized she was the only one who had arrived. One flick of the wrist revealed to her that she was perfectly on time.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Today was one of the days she would remember forever, her friends would be moving, living, and talking right in front of her. A dream come true, really. But it looked like she would have to wait for that.
Well, if she was the only one there, she might was well explore. Mavis discarded her bags near one of the tables and pulled her camera from its position on her neck. She hovered for a second, taking the view outside of the window with satisfaction. Whoever had set this up, they chose a beautiful spot. The lighting was impeccable. She tested her settings before looking through the lens, clicking her fingers and letting small, joyous sound as the shutter sounded.
As she moved, Mavis touched the fabric of the couches and the smoothness of the tables, reveling in the luxury of the penthouse. It was not unlike her own mansion, but she loved it nonetheless. The fact that someone had managed to afford a penthouse in New York was a feat in in itself, the state was known for its sky-high prices.
Still looking through the lens, she made her way to the kitchen. Only then did she place her camera around her neck. Her hands landed on the fridge, and with delight, she realized it was stocked with foods of all sorts. There was even cake. With a small squeal, she took a slice, grabbing a fork from the drawers and taking a bite.
Hopefully, the others would arrive soon enough. She couldn't wait to see who she had befriended over hours of video and text.
After a bit of waiting, sure enough someone had arrived. A girl with a shock of dark hair and gleaming blue eyes entered, seeming a bit tired and worn down. Mavis sat up, her cake finished as she watched Neveah walk up the stairs, not noticing her. She pursed her lips, maybe she was too quiet.
Mavis shook her head with a small smile; one of them had already arrived.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Today was one of the days she would remember forever, her friends would be moving, living, and talking right in front of her. A dream come true, really. But it looked like she would have to wait for that.
Well, if she was the only one there, she might was well explore. Mavis discarded her bags near one of the tables and pulled her camera from its position on her neck. She hovered for a second, taking the view outside of the window with satisfaction. Whoever had set this up, they chose a beautiful spot. The lighting was impeccable. She tested her settings before looking through the lens, clicking her fingers and letting small, joyous sound as the shutter sounded.
As she moved, Mavis touched the fabric of the couches and the smoothness of the tables, reveling in the luxury of the penthouse. It was not unlike her own mansion, but she loved it nonetheless. The fact that someone had managed to afford a penthouse in New York was a feat in in itself, the state was known for its sky-high prices.
Still looking through the lens, she made her way to the kitchen. Only then did she place her camera around her neck. Her hands landed on the fridge, and with delight, she realized it was stocked with foods of all sorts. There was even cake. With a small squeal, she took a slice, grabbing a fork from the drawers and taking a bite.
Hopefully, the others would arrive soon enough. She couldn't wait to see who she had befriended over hours of video and text.
After a bit of waiting, sure enough someone had arrived. A girl with a shock of dark hair and gleaming blue eyes entered, seeming a bit tired and worn down. Mavis sat up, her cake finished as she watched Neveah walk up the stairs, not noticing her. She pursed her lips, maybe she was too quiet.
Mavis shook her head with a small smile; one of them had already arrived.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Apollo James Clarke
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The drive to NYC had been eventful to say the least. A young man, barely an adult, had to get from his small town in the middle of nowhere to one of the biggest cities in the world on as little money as possible. He was lucky to get here, to be with the people he loved more than anything. He couldn't survive back there for much longer. Getting away from that quiet sleepy town would be the perfect therapy for him. No more restless nights. No more wishing for his perfect life back. No more listening to the slurs of his father. No more. He was finally going to be at peace.
Apollo's taxi stopped outside the penthouse where he and his seven friends would be staying. He was happy that this was happening. It almost felt like a dream. He took a deep breath and walked inside, going up the elevator and towards their new home. He paused. What if they didn't like him now they met him in person? What if they regretted meeting him? What if they kicked him out? Panic rose to his cheeks and ears in the form of a red blush. He counted from one to ten on his fingers and back down again until he felt better. His Anxiety has been worse since he made the decision to leave his Dad in the dust. He couldn't worry about that now though. He had to get moved in.
The red hooded boy walked into the penthouse and looked around in awe. This place already looked awesome and they were yet to ruin it. This was all looking up for the energetic kid. He walked further inside and sat down on the couch and looked through his phone for some music to play whilst he was waiting for the others to arrive.
classAteam
abandoned account
Ahh, sweet sweet New York, probably one of Carter's favorite cities. Although he doesn't see himself living there in the future, it was a great place to get away to for a little bit. He kind of hopes that during his stay, he'll find something that'll make him what to live there permanently, because New York really is a cool place. Anyways, the 20 year old looked down at his phone, checking the time to see if he were late. They didn't really have a set time to arrive, but Carter told himself that he should at least get there at a good enough time so there would still be daylight out. Luckily, he was able to do just that. The taxi pulled up to the place that the eight friends would be staying, and Carter already knew that this would be a great experience for him.
The male got out of the taxi and paid for the ride before grabbing his bags from the trunk. Although he was a little sad to be leaving his sisters behind, he'd been saving up for this trip for a long time, and he couldn't wait to meet the people he'd been talking to online for a while. Carter made his way up to the penthouse, and smiled when the door was unlocked. He knew that meant someone else was inside, and his excitement levels were high as he pushed the door open. The fist thing Carter noticed was the beautiful living room. Back at his house, the living room was more a pig pen then an actually place to sit. With three kids who didn't like cleaning after themselves, Carter's mom found it hard to keep the place in tip top shape. Carter heard movement in the penthouse, and followed it until he reached the kitchen.
Once there, he was met with three other people, who he instantly recognize. He didn't know if he should wave, or shake hands, or hug them all, so Carter settled for a grin. "Hey guys. Nice place we got here."
minajesty
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Blomst
The semi-otaku next door
•~Paris~•New York, the city (and state in general) that never sleeps. It had been a while since Paris had been here, and she was excited. Not just because of the sights, but because she was finally meeting her internet friends. She had been talking to them for so long that it almost seemed like they were physically there half the time.
After what seemed like a few hours, her cab finally pulled up to the building. I can't believe I'm finally here! She thought ecstatically, stepping out with her black and white polka-dotted suitcase in tow. Paris practically sprinted into the building, and only slightly hesitated before opening the door to the penthouse.
She gasped slightly at how gorgeous it was,. Then four people caught her eye. "Guys is that really you?"
spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
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Raven hair fluttering wildly around his face as the barrage of New York traffic sped by, Lucien rolled his eyes and adjusted his grip on the luggage nestled carelessly under one arm. He knew it was noisy, but having expensive headphones did a lot to block out the chaotic scene.
If it weren't for the pounding in his chest and shivers of nervous excitement, he could've been back home.
Of course, Lucien would never reveal any of these emotions. His expression was indifferent, bored even. Meeting friends that had kept you alive for the last few years, no big deal. Really, it wasn't. He shouldn't be getting so worked up in the first place.
Stopping to adjust the song he was listening to before he entered the building, Lucien caught a glimpse of himself in the lobby's crystalline mirror and practiced his most confident smirk... the one his fans loved so much. "Good luck," he whispered to his reflection, taking a moment to fix his hat before continuing on.
Then, having reached his destination, Lucien made his way to the penthouse. Someone had left the door unlocked, and he didn't hesitate to fling it open and step right in, manners thrown to the wind. As he took in the surroundings, however, his eyes widened.
He was no stranger to luxury, having grown up in a California mansion that would've made many a celebrity jealous, being sure to leave out the whole 'horrible relationship with parents' thing, of course. Still, Lucien found the place magnificent, and far more luxurious than he'd expected. Whoever had set this up was either crazy, broke or beyond generous.
Slinging the luggage over his shoulder effortlessly, he gazed at the others with a sly, slightly mischievous grin. Some were familiar, others just seemed like more faces in the crowd of people Lucien considered vaguely familiar but not approachable.
"Late again, but that's fashionable these days, isn't it," he said, feeling far more anxious than his playfully sarcastic demeanor let on.
Well, this is it, Lucifer. If they hate you, you've got enough money left in the bank to get home. If they murder you, well, the crime rate's high enough it might not even make the news.
If it weren't for the pounding in his chest and shivers of nervous excitement, he could've been back home.
Of course, Lucien would never reveal any of these emotions. His expression was indifferent, bored even. Meeting friends that had kept you alive for the last few years, no big deal. Really, it wasn't. He shouldn't be getting so worked up in the first place.
Stopping to adjust the song he was listening to before he entered the building, Lucien caught a glimpse of himself in the lobby's crystalline mirror and practiced his most confident smirk... the one his fans loved so much. "Good luck," he whispered to his reflection, taking a moment to fix his hat before continuing on.
Then, having reached his destination, Lucien made his way to the penthouse. Someone had left the door unlocked, and he didn't hesitate to fling it open and step right in, manners thrown to the wind. As he took in the surroundings, however, his eyes widened.
He was no stranger to luxury, having grown up in a California mansion that would've made many a celebrity jealous, being sure to leave out the whole 'horrible relationship with parents' thing, of course. Still, Lucien found the place magnificent, and far more luxurious than he'd expected. Whoever had set this up was either crazy, broke or beyond generous.
Slinging the luggage over his shoulder effortlessly, he gazed at the others with a sly, slightly mischievous grin. Some were familiar, others just seemed like more faces in the crowd of people Lucien considered vaguely familiar but not approachable.
"Late again, but that's fashionable these days, isn't it," he said, feeling far more anxious than his playfully sarcastic demeanor let on.
Well, this is it, Lucifer. If they hate you, you've got enough money left in the bank to get home. If they murder you, well, the crime rate's high enough it might not even make the news.
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"THIS IS Mavis Summers HERE."
People. They came in one by one, filtering through with eyes widened at the splendor of the penthouse. She gave a subtle wave towards the girl who had not noticed her before; choosing not to speak yet. Her mouth was still stuffed with cake, after all.
As she swallowed the remains of her sweet, Mavis noticed two males and a female walk in, all of them seemingly friendly. They greeted the group with pleasantness, and she smiled. If the mood here was this nice, she would have quite a good time with them. Mavis was nearly about to greet them too, when a shock of dark hair walked in with confidence.
She raised a brow, noting his features and swagger, she took a deep breath. Her fingers twitched for her camera, which she had set on the counter to prevent crumbs from falling onto it.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Maybe it was just the shock of everything that was occurring, but the subject was right before her eyes, lit by the penthouse's extraordinary lighting. She pursed her lips as words flew out of his mouth.
"Can I take a photo of you?" she blurted, the words spilling without any means to stop them. The girl often had a problem with filtering herself, especially if she had the urge for a photo.
As she swallowed the remains of her sweet, Mavis noticed two males and a female walk in, all of them seemingly friendly. They greeted the group with pleasantness, and she smiled. If the mood here was this nice, she would have quite a good time with them. Mavis was nearly about to greet them too, when a shock of dark hair walked in with confidence.
She raised a brow, noting his features and swagger, she took a deep breath. Her fingers twitched for her camera, which she had set on the counter to prevent crumbs from falling onto it.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Maybe it was just the shock of everything that was occurring, but the subject was right before her eyes, lit by the penthouse's extraordinary lighting. She pursed her lips as words flew out of his mouth.
"Can I take a photo of you?" she blurted, the words spilling without any means to stop them. The girl often had a problem with filtering herself, especially if she had the urge for a photo.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Apollo looked up from his phone to see people arriving. One person who clearly stood out was their fellow devil himself, Lucien. He was a musician like Apollo which is what he believed kick started their relationship. Basically if you had a thing for music you were already going to be good friends with Apollo.
He stood and walked over to Lucifer, making a joke as soon as he was close to him, "Everyone run for your lives! It's Lucifer himself!" He chuckled at his own joke, "Nah I'm just kidding. Good to see you at last my fellow musician." He winked and a finger gun with the hand that wasn't carrying anything.
He stood and walked over to Lucifer, making a joke as soon as he was close to him, "Everyone run for your lives! It's Lucifer himself!" He chuckled at his own joke, "Nah I'm just kidding. Good to see you at last my fellow musician." He winked and a finger gun with the hand that wasn't carrying anything.
classAteam
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Luckily for Carter, a few other people arrived to the penthouse, right after him. He gave Neevah a wave in response to her greeting, before turning to the new arrivals that had just walked in. "Hey guys," he exclaimed, the large grin on his face never fading. He didn't know if everyone else felt the same, but Carter was so happy to finally come face to face with the people he'd been talking to for years. Paris made a comment, and Carter was going to reply, but then Lucien made a joke about his lateness, which prompted a chuckle. "You're not that late, I mean, I just got here, so you're pretty much on time." He reached an arm out to shake with the other boy. He would have offered a hug, but he didn't know if that was appropriate to do.
Before anyone could do anything, the sound of snaps filled the room. Carter turned to the root of the sounds, and he was met with the face of the girl who he'd seen eating cake. Of course, he recognized her immediately, and was a little shocked when she professed her idea to capture photos of Lucien. He knew of Mavis's obsession of taking pictures, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't shocked by her sudden request. Nonetheless, the bluntness of her statement made Carter laugh, and look for Lucien's reaction, to see if the other boy was as amused as he was. "Well, that's a bit straight forward, isn't it?"
Blomst
The semi-otaku next door
•~Paris~•
Without a moment to waste, Mavis was already taking pictures. Paris only gave a slight laugh at her sudden eagerness to capture a photo of their friend. After all, she had quirks of her own, so she couldn't really say anything about it.
"Hey Mavis. Hey Lucifer. Hey-" She repeated the same greeting to everyone, not caring if it was a boring way of saying 'I have wanted to meet you for so long, please never leave my side.' Did that sound clingy? Maybe, but Paris hated being left alone for long periods of time, so to her it seemed only a bit strange.
She unbuttoned her coat, but didn't remove it since she was slightly insecure about how she looked. First impressions are key! Paris told herself. She walked around the room a bit, transfixed by it's beauty. "This place is amazing. I'd say I wish I was in an exotic country of some sort right now, but not much could beat this. Well, maybe Croatia..."
Without a moment to waste, Mavis was already taking pictures. Paris only gave a slight laugh at her sudden eagerness to capture a photo of their friend. After all, she had quirks of her own, so she couldn't really say anything about it.
"Hey Mavis. Hey Lucifer. Hey-" She repeated the same greeting to everyone, not caring if it was a boring way of saying 'I have wanted to meet you for so long, please never leave my side.' Did that sound clingy? Maybe, but Paris hated being left alone for long periods of time, so to her it seemed only a bit strange.
She unbuttoned her coat, but didn't remove it since she was slightly insecure about how she looked. First impressions are key! Paris told herself. She walked around the room a bit, transfixed by it's beauty. "This place is amazing. I'd say I wish I was in an exotic country of some sort right now, but not much could beat this. Well, maybe Croatia..."
spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
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"Take my picture?"
Lucien was more than a little surprised by her sudden request, but his reaction made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. "Creatures of the darkness rarely show up on film," he teased, "but sure thing, as long as you promise to get my good side."
He gave her an alluring smirk and flicked his hair back dramatically, before sharing a laugh with Apollo.
"Shh! How am I supposed to take their souls if you give me away like that," Lucien joked, shaking his head in amusement. "Good to see you too, though... always nice when someone doesn't think you're crazy for turning down a party to stay in and practice."
Carter was the next to notice him, and he accepted the handshake despite his general dislike of touching. "Yeah, but being on time isn't fashionable," he said sarcastically.
He paused for a moment after the flurry of attention, just taking everything in as best he could. Lucien had always been a secretive person, and being so out in the open was a strange feeling indeed.
Lucien was more than a little surprised by her sudden request, but his reaction made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. "Creatures of the darkness rarely show up on film," he teased, "but sure thing, as long as you promise to get my good side."
He gave her an alluring smirk and flicked his hair back dramatically, before sharing a laugh with Apollo.
"Shh! How am I supposed to take their souls if you give me away like that," Lucien joked, shaking his head in amusement. "Good to see you too, though... always nice when someone doesn't think you're crazy for turning down a party to stay in and practice."
Carter was the next to notice him, and he accepted the handshake despite his general dislike of touching. "Yeah, but being on time isn't fashionable," he said sarcastically.
He paused for a moment after the flurry of attention, just taking everything in as best he could. Lucien had always been a secretive person, and being so out in the open was a strange feeling indeed.
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"THIS IS Mavis Summers HERE."
Mavis suppressed a laugh as Apollo remarked at Lucien's presence. She tilted her head, her fingers tapping against the shutter softly enough not to shoot any photos.
Carter pointed out her sudden demand and the girl flushed in embarrassment, shifting from one heel to the other. She hadn't really meant to be so... so straight-forward and out there, but the need was a bit too strong for her to control it.
Her eyes crinkled with a smile, "Sorry, I guess I'm a little outspoken."
She turned towards Paris, who had bounded towards them, sending greetings to all of them with a smile. Mavis bit the inside of her mouth as she sent a wave towards her figure. Paris seemed to barely contain her happiness towards their arrival, which honestly, was a bit sweet.
"How did you afford this?" she chirped to Neveah, who wore a smirk on her face upon landing her eyes on Mavis. It seemed she was filling up her photography obsession already.
Mavis hovered for a second before taking a step forward, bringing her camera to her eye.
"Mmm, I don't think I see a good side," she teased, focused on the world the camera portrayed to her. "And what would happen if I told you that my camera specializes in capturing dark creatures?"
Her finger pressed down, taking one, two, three photos. The shutter filled her senses and she almost let out a small sound of joy. She walked around, capturing different angles, sometimes directing her device to the others in the room.
Candid shots; yes, those were her favourite. She disliked people looking directly at the camera unless she told them to. The girl buzzed around the room, her camera capturing the faces of those she liked so dearly.
With a satisfied sigh, she lowered her camera, her lashes fluttering as he cheeks pinked.
"Hmm, I think I got maybe two shots with you good side," Mavis remarked. "Not too sure, though. Taking the souls of others isn't necessarily showing up as good on my camera."
Carter pointed out her sudden demand and the girl flushed in embarrassment, shifting from one heel to the other. She hadn't really meant to be so... so straight-forward and out there, but the need was a bit too strong for her to control it.
Her eyes crinkled with a smile, "Sorry, I guess I'm a little outspoken."
She turned towards Paris, who had bounded towards them, sending greetings to all of them with a smile. Mavis bit the inside of her mouth as she sent a wave towards her figure. Paris seemed to barely contain her happiness towards their arrival, which honestly, was a bit sweet.
"How did you afford this?" she chirped to Neveah, who wore a smirk on her face upon landing her eyes on Mavis. It seemed she was filling up her photography obsession already.
Mavis hovered for a second before taking a step forward, bringing her camera to her eye.
"Mmm, I don't think I see a good side," she teased, focused on the world the camera portrayed to her. "And what would happen if I told you that my camera specializes in capturing dark creatures?"
Her finger pressed down, taking one, two, three photos. The shutter filled her senses and she almost let out a small sound of joy. She walked around, capturing different angles, sometimes directing her device to the others in the room.
Candid shots; yes, those were her favourite. She disliked people looking directly at the camera unless she told them to. The girl buzzed around the room, her camera capturing the faces of those she liked so dearly.
With a satisfied sigh, she lowered her camera, her lashes fluttering as he cheeks pinked.
"Hmm, I think I got maybe two shots with you good side," Mavis remarked. "Not too sure, though. Taking the souls of others isn't necessarily showing up as good on my camera."
Blomst
The semi-otaku next door
•~Paris~•
Paris snorted at Mavis' remarks, her eyes twinkling. She finally put her suitcase down, her arms sore. With a grin she remarked, "Y'know, it's funny because a friend of mine is always going on about photography jokes. You just can’t shutter up."
Yes, she knew it was a horrible joke, and yes, she was proud. She pulled a small journal from her purse, most of the pages were pulled apart and written in. Paris then took a postcard she had bought in the city before arriving here, tucking it into the Journal's pages.
Oh, how she adored travelling.
Paris snorted at Mavis' remarks, her eyes twinkling. She finally put her suitcase down, her arms sore. With a grin she remarked, "Y'know, it's funny because a friend of mine is always going on about photography jokes. You just can’t shutter up."
Yes, she knew it was a horrible joke, and yes, she was proud. She pulled a small journal from her purse, most of the pages were pulled apart and written in. Paris then took a postcard she had bought in the city before arriving here, tucking it into the Journal's pages.
Oh, how she adored travelling.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Apollo James Clarke
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He groaned at Paris' pun, "They're worse in real life." The words real life sunk in for a second. They were actually here. This wasn't a dream or a figment of his imagination. This was all real. Apollo still couldn't fully admit it to himself. Maybe because it had been such a long time since he interacted with anyone in person. It was a lot to think about.
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"I thought I could be bad with puns but Paris' are next level," he said and rubbed his face with his hand before going through his hair with it. He smiled to show he wasn't serious. He rarely was.
He looked to Mavis, "You can take as many pictures as you like of me as long as I get to see them." He wasn't necessary uncomfortable with his appearance. He just needed to know if any of his scars were visible. If his friends saw them, he knew they'd immediately ask questions that Apollo was uncomfortable with. He was afraid. He didn't want to dive into the story of how he received those.
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Grayson Jacobi
As to be expected Grayson knew he would be running behind on getting to New York. His mother had needed him to help her before he left and thus missing his flight and having to get the next available flight out of his town. Sure he had chosen to leave his world behind but he was going to meet his friends and maybe even come up with ideas for a new book, even if his other books had failed he hadn't given up hope.
The flight didn't take long and soon he was in New York his bags slung behind him, and the building looming above him. There had never been buildings like this back home and he was in such awe that he just had to stand and stare at it before he could actually go inside to the penthouse. His mind was wandering but he took a tentative step into the building and was on his way to meeting his friends.
The door was open and he could hear the chatter of everyone that had already arrived. He was probably the last one but he had made it here and he was ready to meet everyone face to face,
"Knock, knock," he said jokingly as he pushed open the door and stepped into the most luxurious and beautiful building his eyes had ever truly seen. He wasn't sure if his writing would ever be able to explain the sheer size and beauty of the penthouse.
Blomst
The semi-otaku next door
•~Paris~•
"Yay! Hey Grayson!" Paris was tempted to hug him. She was tempted to do so to all of them, in fact. Every face was regarded with a smile.
Paris lazily leaned against the couch. "Oh! I'm fine with anything, really." She responded to Neveah's question. "I leave that to you guys to decide." Her hair fell into her face as she spoke.
"I mean, exploring the town would be cool, but let's just rest a little bit. We all just got here after all. But later tonight we could go out-"
