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Veiled in Mystery!
a genre-bender, romantic mystery
a 'corrupt small town' story​

Current Chapter
chapter one ;
missing person
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The Story
Marriage isn't a ring worn or a paper signed. It is not something endured, but savoured. It is the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice for the other's happiness and wellbeing. Marriage is the blessing we give to one another, an eternal bond of soul-mates. After hectic days of planning, today, we finally gather to celebrate the wedding of Benjamin Hearst and Josephine Fischer. Wedding bells are tolling, guests await and Benjamin stands at the top of the alter, only to discover that there will be no vows, no ring exchange, no "you may now kiss the bride"... because Josie is nowhere to be seen. Will these eight be able to track down one missing bride and reveal the secrets of this strange town? A wedding awaits you in Harwood Heights, a town shrouded in fog and mysteryโ€ฆ[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=mainbox][div class=scroll]
Main Characters
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[div class=role]the best friend.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Clara Marie Avelino and Josie Fischer were very close friends from their college years, however, stopped talking to each other after graduation. It wasn't until Josie sent out the wedding invitations that the two got back in touch and Clara believes that Josie was rushing too quickly into the marriage. She is friendly and trusting, though can be quite assertive when people treat her or her friends poorly.[/div][/div][/div][div class=character style="margin-left: 15px;"]
[div class=role]the fiancรฉ.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Benjamin Leo Hearst is the heir and eldest of two to his family name. To the dismay of his family, he was engaged to Josie Fischer, whom the rest of his family suspected was a gold digger given her working class roots. He comes off as very aloof and tends to be angered easily when things don't go his way.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=character]
[div class=role]the best man.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Rafael Emilien Armand is a defence lawyer and comes from the second richest family in Harwood Heights. The Armand family and Hearst family have always been rivals, however despite this, Rafael is still friendly with Benjamin. It was expected for Rafael to be the Benji's best man due to their history. He is a kind, flitarious soul that is often very helpful.[/div][/div][/div][div class=character style="margin-left: 15px;"]
[div class=role]the maid of honour.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Gracee Mae Armand is Rafael's sister and Josie's maid of honour. Despite making everyone believe that she and Josie are good friends, the two actually do not get along for reasons unknown. Gracee is rude, condescending and hostile, always making remarks about people's status. If you ask her why she is so mean, she will answer that she is simply realistic and honest.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=character]
[div class=role]the fiancรฉ's sister.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Charlotte Anne Hearst is the younger sister of Benjamin Hearst. Unlike her parents, she was explicit and open about her contempt for her brother's fiancรฉe, whom she perceived to be a gold digger. She has a slight alcoholic problem and is highly jealous of Benjamin, given that he is loved by the people of Harwood Heights while she is seen as the "family loser". She has derogatory views towards people who have a lower social status than her family.[/div][/div][/div][div class=character style="margin-left: 15px;"]
[div class=role]the bride's brother.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Lukas Fischer is the older brother of Josephine, however, this is not known as Josie never mentions him, presumably due to his criminal background. He was the only immediate family member of Josieโ€™s to attend the wedding and wasn't very ecstatic about it considering his past with the Hearst family. Lukas is shown to be easily irritated and often angered, though this is fitting given the situations he has found himself in. Despite all that, he is protective of Josie.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=character style="margin-bottom: -10px;"]
[div class=role]experienced deputy.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Connor McCarthy is a deputy of the Harwood Heights Police Department and has been for a very long time now. He can be quite timid and obedient towards his chief, often dim-witted given that he says and does things that makes him and the rest look foolish. He is known as the Chief's pet and is partnered with Franchesca.[/div][/div][/div][div class=character style="margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -10px;"]
[div class=role]newbie deputy.[/div] [div class=roledesc][div class=scroll2]Evelyn Rosalie Clarke has been a deputy in the Harwood Heights Police force for a month now, coming from a rather small state in the western side of the USA. She is incredibly dedicated to her work and has a strong believe in justice. She often tends to disagree with her boss due to being discriminated against by him (and many others) for being a woman on a police force filled with men.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=mainbox][div class=scroll]
Side Characters
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Josephine Fischer
Josephine Fischer is the star of the show. She is the fiancรฉe of Benjamin Hearst, though the relationship was tumultuous due to both Benjamin's family and her brother not approving of it. Though, despite this, she was very thrilled and excited for her wedding day. Typically, she is usually very enthusiastic, upbeat and friendly. So, when it comes to the discovery that Josie is missing - everybody is shocked. Now it is down to these eight to figure out why and what happened to her.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://www.brownweinraub.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/placeholder.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc father"][div class=scroll]
The Father
Like his family, [name] cares more about his family's reputation than the well-being of others, including his son's fiancรฉe Josie, whom he looks down upon for being beneath him in social standing. He is very influential given that he has control over many people, including the Police Chief and the District Attorney as allies. He is incredibly narcisstic and believes that his family own Harwood Heights and that everyone in the town should be grateful to him.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://www.brownweinraub.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/placeholder.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc mother"][div class=scroll]
The Mother
[Name] shares similar traits to her husband, only caring about her reputation and social status. She couldn't care less about Josephine and is only worried about the terrible reputation that she brings to the Hearst family. Despite this, she doesn't say anything for the sake of her son who is madly in love with Josie.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://i.imgur.com/EP2g6IH.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center top; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc chief"][div class=scroll]
Bill Perkins
Bill Perkins is the chief of Harwood Heights Police Department. He is rude, lazy and looks for any excuse to not do any police work. He treats his deputies very poorly, often yelling at them and assigning them menial tasks. It is heavily implied that he takes bribes from the Hearst family. He and [father] are old friends and it appears that Bill is corrupt given that he will only do a task with [father]โ€™s approval.[/div][/div][/div]
More to come...​
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The Clues
No clues as of right now.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents05" style="display: none;"][div class=mainbox][div class=scroll]
Locations
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Harwood Heights
Home to almost 7,000 people, Harwood Heights is a small, picturesque, seaside town located in Massachusetts, USA. It was founded in the 17th century by a captain, also known as Pierce Hearst. He turned it into a town with trading connections to Europe and beyond. Harwood Heights first appeared on a map dating back to 1655. Over time, the society eventually segregated by income; the riches and poor living separately. More recently, the Armand family moved into Harwood Heights, and the two wealthy families formed a tenuous relationship. However, despite the families becoming close enough (at least pubicly), there is often competition and tension between the two.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643836003257286676/house.png); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc house"][div class=scroll]
Hearst Manor
The Hearst Manor is known to be the most expensive and largest house of all Harwood Heights. Though, of course, this is expected coming from the Hearst family. The manor was built almost three hundred years ago but it kept and upgraded whenever needed. It has, so far, housed every generation of the Hearst family.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643835835900493824/docks.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc docks"][div class=scroll]
Harwood Heights Docks
Harwood Heights Docks is the least safe and picturesque part of town, referred to by many as the 'bad' neighbourhood. The docks are salt-laden and swollen with water; they house barnacle-encrusted fishing boats, and other ships that have seen better days. The only life usually seen around the docks are fishermen.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643835850165190666/marina.png); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc marina"][div class=scroll]
Harwood Heights Marina
On the opposite side of the lake, from the docks, is the Harwood Heights marina specially designed for pleasure yachts and boats. Alongside this is The West Quay, Harwood Height's oldest pub. It's neither fancy nor particularly memorable; its standout feature is that it is a pub pure and simple.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643835838584848390/lighthouse.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc lighthouse"][div class=scroll]
The Lighthouse
Nobody really ever sees it on anymore, but the lighthouse is an important landmark in Harwood Height. It's become a popular place for kids to hang around until they're shooed away by the police. It's a great spot for crimes to take place on the down-low, but no one has to know... Right?[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643835845215911939/police_station.png); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc police"][div class=scroll]
Harwood Heights Police Department
Harwood Heights Police Department is dedicated to protecting and serving the people. The small police force is rather effective at keeping crime down in the Southside where drug trafficking occurs and other illicit activities that come secretly across the Northside boundary of Harwood Heights. Despite those minimal crimes, nothing big ever happens in Harwood Heights.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628281887613255680/643835838698094603/CLUB.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; margin-bottom: 20px;"][div class="locationdesc nightclub"][div class=scroll]
Lights Nightclub
A simple name for a simple establishment - a two-story nightclub with a balcony that sports a vew like no other as well as a comfortable lounge. Lights Nightclub is a great place to spend on those Friday nights when you just can't catch a break from whatever stress you have going on. With multiple drinks to choose from at the decently priced bar as well as the latest remixes of your favourite tracks, everyone's bound to have a blast at this popular hangout.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=location style="background: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/628281887613255680/643879323425570816/cabins.png); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%;"][div class="locationdesc cabin"][div class=scroll]
Hearst Cabin
Owned by the wealthiest family in Harwood Heights, the Hearst Cabin is only a short distance away from the Hearst Manor. Surrounded by nothing but trees, as of right now, the cabin is empty and has been untouched for a very long time. This is most likely due to the creepy nature of being in the forest in the middle of no where.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [animation=pulse] [keyframe=0] transform: scale(1); [/keyframe] [keyframe=50] transform: scale(1.1); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: scale(1); [/keyframe] [/animation] [animation=tabenter] [keyframe=0] transform: scale(0); opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: scale(1); opacity: 1; [/keyframe] [/animation]
 
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Chapter One Missing Person
The room was cold. Grey emptiness surrounded Clara as she found herself seated in the metal chair of the police interrogation room. Though despite how alone she felt, she could sense glaring stares coming from the one-way mirror to her left. The only question running through her head was how much longer they were going to keep her there. As if answering her question, the door at the end of the room swung open, and a man in a sharp suit entered, flashing his FBI badge. โ€Special Agent Scott Adams, FBI. And you areโ€ฆ Clara?โ€ When he spoke, his voice had an undertone of seriousness and like it would anyone, it made Clara feel tense that all she could do was nod her head in response. Agent Scott Adams proceeded to step into the room, shutting the door behind him. โ€Well, Clara, Iโ€™m hoping you can answer some questions.โ€ He sat down on the opposite side of the table, flipping open a heavy folder full of photosโ€ฆ one of an empty cabin, one of a bloodied knife, and lastly, one of a dead body. โ€See, Iโ€™m just trying to make sense of what happened in this town, and looking at this report here, Iโ€™ve got multiple break-ins, an arson, and at least two homicidesโ€ฆโ€ he paused for a moment to watch Clara, but the reaction on her face didnโ€™t seem too surprised when he revealed the photos and listed the number of tedious crimes to her. โ€And you think you know who was behind it all?โ€ Clara sat quietly for a moment, forcing her eyes away from the photos to look at the agent before she once again nodded her head. โ€What can I say?โ€ She spoke, โ€Itโ€™s been a wild monthโ€ฆโ€ โ€Can you tell me what happened here? From the beginning?โ€ He questioned, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, preparing himself for what seemed like was going to be a very long interview. โ€Wellโ€ฆโ€ Clara paused for a second, โ€It all started with a weddingโ€ฆโ€
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"damn josie, are you marrying the president?"[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]just a journalist.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]nobody... yet.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"]just to get the ball rolling ; yousmelldead yousmelldead sereiin sereiin christy christy .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]All it took was one letter from her best friend to make Clara head back home to Harwood Heights.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Benjamin Charles Hearst and Josephine Fischer, to be held at Hearst Manor in Harwood Heights.
The invitation came unexpectedly in the post and when she had first read the words, she was filled with several mixed emotions, but mainly happiness. The fact that Josie had remembered to invite Clara to her wedding like they had promised each other when they were just nineteen years old hit her with plenty of throwbacks and a lot of nostalgia. Without a second thought, she packed her bags and booked a flight right back to Massachusetts. Everything had been the same as how she left. Her neighbourhood hadnโ€™t changed and everybody was very delighted to hear that Clara would be coming back; so much that her father threw her a little gathering to celebrate it the day she had arrived. Harwood Heights still felt like home to her despite how different she lived life in New York. People werenโ€™t dressed to impress in expensive brands, nor did they gossip about the littlest things. It was a nice change. A break well needed. Needless to say, Clara felt incredibly out of place when her taxi cab pulled up to the Hearstโ€™s estate for the rehearsal dinner. Josieโ€™s fiancรฉ, Benjamin, lived in a mansionโ€ฆ He was stupid rich, like, ten collector cars in their own private garage and a house with enough rooms for the whole town rich. Clara hadnโ€™t spoken to her best friend in almost a year now and the last thing that she had expected from Josie was to be marrying the son of the wealthiest family in all of Harwood Heights. If the two had stayed in contact, then Clara would have found out a while ago but when life got busy, it grew difficult for the two to stay contact. But putting that aside, the young woman couldnโ€™t help but think that Josie definitely did well for herself. Heading towards the gate and up the curved staircase of the Hearst Manor, Clara eyed the rather large front door where she spotted a knocker. Puzzled, she wasnโ€™t sure if she should head straight in or knock on the door and considering how big the house was, she questioned if anybody inside would even be able to hear her knock. The Hearst family were rich โ€“ but they didnโ€™t consider having a doorbell? Rich peopleโ€ฆ With that, Clara decided on texting Josie instead. Pulling out her phone from her purse, she unlocked it and began to scroll through her contacts list until she arrived at Josieโ€™s name. Though just as Clara began to type up her text message, the door to the house swung open.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]clara marie avelino.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i haaaaaaaaaaaate this."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]poor girl trying to fit in.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]benji.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]This was torture. Absolutely hell. Josie had no idea why she decided that Benjaminโ€™s grandmother was the best target to attempt to impress at her dinner rehearsal. Amongst the fifty or so people that had arrived, Josephine had only known a very small percentage of them, and even then, that percentage of people barely liked her and she could sense it from the way they stared at her. โ€Oh, you and Benjamin are going to have such delightful babies,โ€ the elder woman continued to ramble on and on about Josie and Benjiโ€™s future, as she had been doing for the past ten minutes, and there was nothing more that Josie wanted to do than rip her own hair out. And yet, she didnโ€™t want to disappoint the woman after she had taken the time out to fly from Paris and all the way to the States just to attend the wedding. So instead, she put up with it. Like she always did. โ€Thank you, Karen.โ€ Despite how chirpy Josephine sounded, her words came out through gritted teeth as she forcefully smiled at Grandma Karen. โ€Thatโ€™s so sweet of you, and, ohโ€“ I think thatโ€™s Benji calling me!โ€ As she slowly began to pull away from the elderly woman, Josieโ€™s eyes, fortunately, landed on Benji as she bid Karen a goodbye and once again, thanked her for coming. What perfect timing. Josie was all for socialising, but when it came to Benjiโ€™s rich relativesโ€ฆ it felt like she was talking to a wall. They didnโ€™t understand her โ€œpoorโ€ jokes, and she didnโ€™t understand how politics was far more interesting. Hence why she made a vow to keep her mouth shut and ears openโ€ฆ to bleed. โ€Gosh, Benjiโ€ฆโ€ Her voice came out hushed and the look on her face said it all; she felt too out of place. โ€Everybody hates me here.โ€ Linking arms with her fiancรฉ, she let out a small shaky breath. โ€Except for your grandmaโ€ฆ Karen thinks weโ€™ll have delightful babies.โ€ Josie attempted to mimic the posh accent before she let out a small laugh. Though as her laughter died down, Josie couldnโ€™t help but stare at the rich people amongst her and for a moment, just a small moment, she was having second thoughts. But yet, when she tore her eyes away from them to look at the man that stood next to her, she realised why she was here. Her feelings for Benji were strong and she loved him more than anything.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]josephine fischer.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"let's get this show on the road."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]bitch, i'm not wearing jeans.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]clara, josie, benji. [/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] "Charlotte, we put out an outfit for you to wear..."

The blonde turned her gaze from the large wine glass in her hand to the blue-green eyes of her mother standing beside her with a disapproving frown on her face. Lifting the glass, Charlotte pressed her lips to the rim before tilting her head back allowing herself to consume the rest of the blood-red wine. "You can't even see my ti--" "Charlotte!" Turning completely from her mother, Charlie continued on her venture to find another butler to get herself a new glass of wine.

To be honest, she was surprised that they allowed her to come out of her room to even be apart of this whole shindig. The only reason was more than likely due to appearance. The media would go nuts to know that little Charlotte Anne wasn't involved in her dear brother's wedding to the gold-digging bitch Josie. Pfft, whatever.

Snagging yet another glass of wine off of a lone tray, Charlotte stood to the side of the room watching the guests interact with each other. The Fischer family looked out of place...and well in reality they were. They didn't belong in the Hearst Manor, but to be fair not many did. Bright blue eyes followed the bride-to-be moving with every step as Josie moved from their grandmother, Karen, over to her brother, Benjamin. The whole thing was off-putting.

Two steps forward, Charlotte snapped her gaze down to her grandmother who was now holding her wrist tightly. "I have a complaint."

"Shut up Karen."

Tugging her wrist away from the old hag, Charlotte took another long sip of the liquid in the glass cup before making her way to where the 'happy' couple stood. "What are we laughing about?", she interrupted as she placed herself beside Josie. There wasn't any good booze in the joint so she figured she'd aggravate Benji to liven the party up. "It doesn't concern you, Charlotte." Benji's firm voice struck through her body, chest clenching slightly at the tone. "You know what Benji? Fuck you."

"Alcoholic spoiled bitches aren't my type."

Gaze moving from Benjamin to Josie, Charlotte paused on the other blonde for a moment before turning on her heels completely. She needed a real drink if she was going to stay there all night. Charlotte made her way to the foyer, hands gripping either door handle as she pulled the doors open quickly only to be met by a brunette on the other side. "Welcome to the Shit Show." [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]charlotte anne hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"delightful...what?"[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag] it's gucci.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, charlotte.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Even though this sort of large gathering was a normal event, Benjamin couldn't help but feel emotionally drained. He was never one to shy away from an event that honored himself but this was one that he wanted to end. Josie seemed stressed out which in turn stressed him out and then there was Charlotte....no one ever knew what she was up to. The whole thing was stressful.

Deep blue eyes swept over the crowd of people piled into the large dining hall of the manor and yet there was only one person he was searching for : Gracee. From a young age, Gracee had been his only sense of relief and yes that sounds incredibly fucked up but it was true. Unfortunately he was unable to catch a glimpse of the woman, his eyes now moving to his father who was laughing beside him as he shook the glass of wine slightly. "Ah! Yes! Benjamin is already an asset to our family!" Benjamin allowed the corners of his lips to lift slightly, nodding his head as his father spoke before he backed up slowly and away from the small circle.

The ability to breathe overcame Benjamin, his lungs filling as he managed to escape the circle that his father had pulled him into. Though, it wasn't long before a familiar voice rang through his ears and a warmth closed around his elbow. "Josie.", he murmured as he turned his attention to the blonde beside him. He knew that she wasn't all that fond of gatherings like this, it made her insecure and he understood that. She wasn't from the same side of the tracks but that was alright with him. "No one hates you and if they do I will ask them to leave."

His voice came out soft yet firm in an attempt to calm the nervous thoughts from his fiance's head. He turned slightly, his left hand coming up to push back a piece of hair behind her ear. With his free hand, Benjamin pressed the rim of the glass to his lips carefully taking a sip while continuing to listen to his fiance talk about his grandmother and delightful...babies?

"Wait, what?" The man coughed, the red liquid going down the wrong pipe at the mention of children already buzzing around. Sure, he wanted to have kids but not yet. Maybe five years from now. Or ten, ten was good.

Charlotte's voice broke through, causing Benjamin to sigh slightly as he turned his gaze to his lovely sister. She apparently didn't get the outfit that had been laid out for her, but this was Charlotte we are talking about. When did she ever listen to anyone other than herself? "It doesn't concern you, Charlotte.", he shot back quickly in an attempt to push her out until she bothered someone else in the room. He didn't need her harassing Josie anymore than she already did. He turned his gaze back to Josie, his back turning slightly at his sister before her mouth started again.

"Alcoholic spoiled bitches aren't my type."

There was a pause, Benjamin turning back so he could stare at Charlotte as he spoke. He didn't need her bullshit, not tonight. He couldn't understand how she was even related to him to begin with. "I'm sorry Josie." Benjamin turned his gaze back to the blonde beside him as Charlotte hurried away from the two.
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"lots of cute girls to practice my pick-up lines on here."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]clara & charlotte.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Rafael loved a good party, but when that party was hosted by the Hearst family, he found it a little more difficult to enjoy himself. At least sober. But since arriving at the giant manor, he'd drained a solid two wine glasses and was happily slightly buzzed. It was a good place to be in when he had to deal with multiple Hearst family members. Being around them sober was so not fucking happening, even if it meant potentially embarrassing himself in front of everyone. It wasn't his fault that he wound up getting a little flirty whenever he drank, though, right? Now with an empty wine glass, Raf's new mission was to replace it. And he'd be damned if he let anyone get in his way of that. At least his own family seemed occupied, so he didn't have to worry about them. But everyone else was still a risk, so he made sure to keep his head down until he'd located a butler. With a smirk, he easily arranged for a third wine glass, then made to re-enter the party. Just as he walked past the front door, however, he noticed Charlotte Hearst opening it to reveal a dark haired woman at the threshold. It'd probably be a good idea to rescue her from the insanity that was Charlotte. With a new destination in mind, Rafael planted a signature smirk on his face and turned his course towards them, wine glass held elegantly in his left hand. "Charlotte, shouldn't you be stepping aside to let this lovely lady in?" He spoke up as he reached them, coming up behind the lighter haired woman. His eyes were on the other one, though, curiosity evident on his face as he sent a charming smile in her direction. "Here," Raf held out his full glass of wine towards the strange woman, a playful glint in his eyes. "You'll need this if you want to survive tonight. Take it from me. I'm onto my third." Letting out a deep chuckle, he lightly bumped Charlotte out of the way with his hip, then stepped aside to ensure this new lady had enough room to properly enter the manor. The man couldn't deny it; this woman was stunning. And fucking classy. He had to admit that a classily dressed woman made him drool, but maybe that was the lawyer in him. He loved suits and pant suits. It was definitely a good perk of being in the law world; everyone dressed like that. But he had a feeling this woman didn't belong in that world and he had a strong urge to find out just what she did for a living.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]rafael emilien armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i kinda just want to get drunk tonight."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie & benji.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]If there was one thing that get togethers and parties were good for, it was getting drunk and having a fucking great time. But with Gracee, being drunk brought out some... wild side of her. There was no filter between her brain and her mouth and considering how opinionated she could be, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Like... at all. "You do know that tie doesn't go with your suit, right?" The blonde giggled bemusedly as she passed by a well dressed man, her eyes catching his as he realized what she'd said. He wasn't someone she recognized, but it didn't matter either way. Gracee would speak her mind to anyone, whether or not they asked. Though this guy didn't seem all too thrilled with her words as he glanced down at his tie and then back up to her, before repeating the process again, a deep frown creasing his features. "MaryAnn, you told me my tie matched my suit perfectly!" He cried out in a low tone, his narrowed eyes snapping to his wife's now. Smirking to herself in satisfaction, Gracee gave the couple a little wave and then slipped back into the crowd before either the man or woman could come after her. It wasn't her fault that his wife had lied to him, right? The young woman lifted her glass of rum and coke to her lips again, drowning the last of it in one sip. The alcohol was definitely getting to her by now, she could feel it. Her bottom lip slid between her teeth as she scanned the many people around her, trying to find the one man she knew would make this night even more fun. Many would say it was risky as fuck to sneak behind closed doors with the man this wedding rehearsal was for, but what could she say? They had their little arrangement and Gracee was totally all for it. Within a minute, the blonde's eyes had landed on Benji, though she was irritated to see Josie was at his side, her hand clamped around his arm. Clingy much? Shaking her head to herself in annoyance, Gracee pushed her way through the crowd towards them, figuring she had nothing to lose. Well, not much to lose anyways. Her family might argue otherwise. As she approached, she painted on a wide smile, then giggled when she reached the couple. "Josie! Oh, I'm so glad I found you," she exclaimed, reaching out to pull the girl into a hug despite the drink she held. "How are you?!" Yeah, she couldn't get any more fake than that.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]gracee mae armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"crazy bish. good-looking dude. yay ricky!"[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]just a journalist.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]charlotte, rafael and ricky.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead sereiin sereiin christy christy .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Clara wasnโ€™t sure what to expect behind the door, but it definitely wasnโ€™t to be welcomed like that. She fumbled with her phone as she tried to shove it back into her purse quickly, and thankfully succeeded. For a moment, the brunette questioned whether she had come to the right place until she clocked who the blonde was. Of course, it would be Charlotte Hearst. Clara hadnโ€™t planned on entering dangerous territory without doing her research on the family that her best friend was marrying into. And they definitely were an interesting bunch. Proven by Charlotte herself. โ€Thank you?โ€ It was evident that when Clara responded back, her voice sounded confused, but to her luck, a dark-haired man appeared out of nowhere and this time Clara had no idea who he was. Except what she did know was that he was definitely good-looking. It was safe to say that whoever he was had definitely saved her from Charlotte as he greeted her with a charming smile and glass of wine which she happily accepted. โ€I take it Iโ€™m at the right place then,โ€ Clara spoke, unable to contain her laughter at the playful aura gleaming off the man. The dinner rehearsal didnโ€™t seem so daunting now that she found herself accompanied by the handsome stranger. She noted to herself to find him later to find out more about him. Without a second thought, she finally took her first steps into the Hearst manor though as she did she couldnโ€™t help let her curious eyes wander around the foyer, because damn, not even her living room and bedroom combined together was this big. โ€Wowโ€ฆโ€ she accidentally let slip, quickly catching herself afterwards by biting the inside of her cheek. Clara wasnโ€™t usually one to be amazed by money or anything materialistic, but she also never imagined herself to be stepping foot inside the most expensive house in all of Harwood Heights. โ€I should probably introduce myself,โ€ she pointed out, glancing at both the man and Charlotte with a small smile on her face. โ€Iโ€™m Clara, a friend of Josieโ€™s from college.โ€ Ironically, as she mentioned Josie, Clara spotted a familiar face making his way towards her and oh, was she surprised to see someone she knew. Funny enough, Ricky was the last person she expected to see here as well. โ€Hey there you,โ€ she spoke softly, understanding just how out of place he must feel around everybody else. โ€Itโ€™s good to see you too.โ€ Following his gaze, Clara spotted Josie linking arms with who appeared to be her fiancรฉ, otherwise known as Benjamin Hearst. It had been so long since she last saw her best friend that she could barely contain the growing smile on her face. Lord, how much she missed that girl. It was a relief to see her so happy, but she couldnโ€™t help the curiosity filling as she eyed Benjamin up and down. It may have been the protective best friend coming out of her, but until a couple of days ago, Clara had no idea that Josie was settling let alone even in love. Glancing back towards Charlotte and the good-looking man (yes, that was what she was going to call him from now on), she raised her glass of wine at them. โ€Thank you for the drink, and it was lovely to see you both. I'll catch you later.โ€ That was definitely an understatement; Clara was oddly excited to get to know just how much drama could happen under one house. Last but not least, she turned to Ricky and gave his shoulder a small squeeze to reassure the man that hopefully, everything would be okay. โ€Iโ€™m going to say hi to Josie.โ€ With one last smile, she parted ways with them and headed off to greet her best friend after a very long time.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]clara marie avelino.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"save me from the evil sisters, pls."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]poor girl trying to fit in.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]benji, grace and clara.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead , sereiin sereiin .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]The only person that could kill Josieโ€™s mood was Benjiโ€™s sister, Charlotte. And as she usually did, Charlotte found herself butting into their conversation, causing Josieโ€™s body to tense a little as she prepared to hear the worst come from her. Luckily, it wasnโ€™t so bad. Despite how much she hated hearing the two siblings argue and bickering, she was thankful when Benji managed to get rid of her. Josie was afraid of Charlotte. Simple enough. She knew what the woman was capable of after sheโ€™d discovered what she did to Rickyโ€™s car and the last thing she wanted was to be on her radar. She was already positive that Charlotte had a private sniper hired, waiting to catch Josie alone to gun her down when the chance appeared. Any time she was around, Josieโ€™s mouth instantly zipped shut. There was nothing that she could possibly say to the crazy bitch without her firing something back, and most of the time, she only did it to entertain herself. But whatโ€™s to expect coming from the loser of the family? โ€Can you make her leave?โ€ She mumbled under her breath, referring back to what Benji had said earlier as she peeled her eyes off the blonde walking away to look at her fiancรฉ. How was it even possible for such a kind man to be related to that evil witch? Charlotte must have been secretly adopted or something. But, of course, Josieโ€™s torment hadnโ€™t ended there. Just when she thought sheโ€™d dealt with Charlotteโ€™s wrath, evil twin sister number two arrived, pulling Josie into a hug before she could even process it. For a moment, Josie wanted to believe that she was being genuinely sweet โ€“ but then she rememberedโ€ฆ Gracee was anything but sweet. That girl had a vendetta against her, and she didnโ€™t even know why. But, not wanting to cause any trouble for herself, she returned the hug. โ€Oh, Iโ€™m doing okay, thank you for asking.โ€ she answered, breaking the stiff hug as she let out a small hesitant laugh. Sure, Josie was a little wary about everything Gracee did โ€“ but could you blame her? The blonde could do anything, at any time, just to make Josie look bad, especially in front of Benjaminโ€™s family, who she was trying to impress. โ€How are y-โ€œ โ€Josie!โ€ Thank the Lords. Josie could not believe it. Clara finally decided to show. Instantly, Josie mirrored the wide smile coming from her best friend as the two enveloped themselves into a large hug. One that seemed more genuine than the one she had shared with Gracee. โ€Oh my god! You have no idea how much Iโ€™ve missed you.โ€ Josie couldnโ€™t help herself from squealing as she took in that her best friend was here, and to anyone, it would have seemed like Josie and Clara never distanced. โ€You have to meet Benjamin,โ€ she pulled away only to drag her best friend towards her fiancรฉ and Gracee to introduce Clara to them. โ€Benji! This is Clara, my best friend. We were inseparable in college. And this,โ€ she motioned towards Gracee, though with little enthusiasm, โ€is Gracee Armand. My maid of honour. Her brother is Benjiโ€™s best man and is quite the charmer.โ€[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]josephine fischer.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"these people seriously suck."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]bitch, i'm not wearing jeans.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]clara, raffie, ricky-dicky [/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation sereiin sereiin christy christy [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Not only did this Clara girl come from the wrong side of the tracks but she also was best friends with the oh-so-sweet Josephine. What a coincidence. Two broke bitches that were besties. Rafael's deep voice caught the blonde off guard, blue eyes widening slightly before she grunted. Did he seriously just bump her to the side? What in god's name was happening?

"Rafa--", the usual quick mouthed girl clamped her mouth shut as another boy stepped into the picture. Ricky-fricken-Fischer. Here she thought she'd make it through this wedding without even coming into contact with the other. Honestly, she figured he'd still be in jail for doing some other stupid shit...like stealing a car from a wealthy families daughter. Stupid mother-fuck----off track. Charlotte we are getting off track.

Charlotte eyed Ricky for a moment, eyebrows scrunching every so slightly as he blatantly ignored both herself and Rafael to talk to Clara. The blonde stayed silently as Ricky spoke to the brunette, her heart dropping incredibly by the hesitation in his voice before he murmured that he was indeed happy to see the other. The blonde moved past the group, making her way outside before going into the side entrance to the manor. She needed real alcohol if she was going to keep it together tonight. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]charlotte anne hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"gracee, i swear to god..."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag] it's gucci.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, gracee, clara[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation sereiin sereiin [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Gracee was drunk. Not in the slightly tipsy drunk. She was shit-faced.

Benjamin stayed silent, taking a breath so his lips wouldn't pull down in a frown. This was not the time or the place that Gracee should be drinking. He knew that the girl hated Josie, that was apparent and well he couldn't really blame her. For reasons that he has only kept to himself, he ended up ultimately choosing Josie over her. He'd be pissed too if Gracee chose another man over him. Why couldn't he just have both? Polygamy was a thing nowadays.

His blue-green eyes focused on the other blonde as she pulled Josie in for a hug, their eyes connecting for a few seconds before he shook his head. It was almost a warning to cut the shit. Hopefully Gracee could catch the hint, hell maybe if she was good he'd reward her later on. Just maybe. He opened his mouth to speak before completely clamping his lips shut as another woman's voice broke through the awkward tension.

Benjamin stood tall as Josie made her way to the brunette, arms open wide as the two embraced each other. Perfect timing. The blonde took a step to the side, his leg touching the side of Gracee's ever so slightly. "Gracee, do not start today.", he muttered softly under his breath knowing only she would be able to hear. "You look beautiful, by the way." He coughed, moving his body back to his position as he connected his eyes with Josie as she was currently pulling the brunette towards him.

Lips pulling up into a smile, Benjamin raised his eyebrows slightly at the excitement radiating off of his fiance. "Clara, it is so nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you.", he extended his hand towards the brunette, "make sure you stay away from Rafael, he will make sure you fall in love with him." Rafael was a character that needed no other explanation than the definition of a playboy. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]benjamin leo hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"now i definitely need another glass of wine."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]clara, charlotte, ricky.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead christy christy [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Rafael smirked to himself in amusement when he caught Charlotte's reaction to being bumped out of the way by him. She was not pleased. Hm, even alcohol didn't quite take the edge off of her attitude, did it? It wasn't more than a second later that he was distracted from that thought, though, as this new woman reached out and accepted his offer of wine. Her words had him laughing quietly, his eyes drifting to hers again. Damn right she was. This was the place, unfortunately. He'd rather be anywhere than at the fucking Hearst manor, but well, tough times called for tough measures, right? Or whatever the hell the saying was. "You're definitely in the right place," Raf agreed with a chuckle as the dark haired woman stepped into the foyer, eyeing the scene before her for a moment. He watched her, remaining where he was beside Charlotte, who was silent. Somehow. Honestly, he was surprised she even knew how to keep that mouth of hers closed for longer than a minute. Then the other woman was turning back to them, introducing herself as Clara. "Pretty name for a pretty girl," he commented in reply, flashing her a charming grin before holding out his hand. "I'm Rafael Armand. Benjamin's best man," he returned easily, his smile never fading from his face as he spoke. Before the two could shake hands, however, another figure appeared. With a quick glance, Rafael realized it was none other than Ricky Fischer. But the man completely ignored him and Charlotte. Rolling his eyes a little, Raf dropped his hand back to his side, and momentarily glanced down at Charlotte before he turned his dark gaze back to Ricky and Clara, realizing they were deep in conversation now. How fun. It was like he and Charlotte didn't even exist anymore, even though he had literally just given up his glass of wine for the new girl. Then Clara seemed to remember they were there. She turned back to face them, thanking him for the drink and letting them know she was off to find Josie. "It was nice to meet you, too," Rafael returned with a warm smile, hoping to keep her charmed so she might come back to him later that evening. Of course, his intentions were purely innocent, but it wasn't a crime to flirt with a pretty girl. He of all people would know. He was a damn lawyer, for fuck's sake. Once Clara left the little group, Raf glanced down to see that Charlotte had also silently departed, off to entertain herself more than likely. Now it was just himself and Ricky. Raising a brow, the dark haired man turned his attention to him, chuckling a bit. "Looks like we've officially been ditched, huh?" He smirked, running a hand through his neatly styled hair, more out of habit than anything else. "Well, I could go for another drink. What do you say, Ricky? Want to grab one with me?" Rafael questioned the other man with a raised brow, curiosity shining in his eyes.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]rafael emilien armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"he's so hot when he's angry."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, benji, clara.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]If Josie was aware of Gracee's overly fake attitude (or the fact that she was totally shit-faced), the girl didn't show it. Even Gracee was impressed. Somehow, her old friend actually managed to hug her back and spit out an answer about doing okay. Before the conversation could get much further than that, though, they were being interrupted by an entirely new face. But Gracee knew who she was. After all, she and Josie had been genuine friends at one point; how could she not know Clara Avelino? Of course, that didn't make the two of them friends. Falling back a step so she was standing beside Benji now, the blonde watched the two hug tightly, clearly both excited to see the other. How cute. She was tempted to say something, but Benji had shot her a warning look about behaving when she'd embraced Josie. Was it a good idea to listen to him? Probably. But did she want to? Nope, not a single bit. Thanks, alcohol. Then Gracee felt the man step closer towards her, so their sides were touching. Marginally confused, but still pleasantly drunk, she glanced up at him, a little pout playing on her lips. That was, until he spoke. This was the perfect opportunity to start shit and he was begging her not to? Lame. If they hadn't been right next to Josie and Clara, she might've been tempted to make him properly beg for her, but it wasn't the time. Even she knew that. At his last comment, however, she couldn't quite hide the pleased smirk that touched her lips. "You look dashing, as always," she muttered back, giggling a little at her attempt to be as posh as her family expected her to be. Screw that shit. As if their little conversation had never happened, Benji stepped slightly away from her again, his attention now turning to Clara as Josie brought her over. Gracee stared at them both, her brows furrowed a little as Ben and Clara were introduced to each other. His fiancรฉ looked stupidly happy, that wide smile spread across her face all the while. It was ridiculous, but Gracee forced herself to keep her mouth shut. There was no sense in going a little crazy when it might post a threat to the reward Benji might grant her later. She definitely wanted that over a little drama. So, although reluctant, the blonde remained silent, instead watching the three interact before her.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]gracee mae armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i got my eye on u benny wenny. no time to get distracted by goodlooking dudes."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]just a journalist.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, benjamin and gracee.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead sereiin sereiin .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]It was about time that Josie introduced Clara to the lucky man that managed to put a ring on her best friend. Initially, she wasnโ€™t sure what to expect from a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth but when Benjamin spoke, she had to admit that she was a little surprised. So, he was rich, handsome and kind? It all seemed too perfectโ€ฆ There had to be a flaw in this man and Clara was going to get to the bottom of it. โ€Likewise, Benjamin.โ€ The brunette shot him a smile and met his hand with her own, shaking it firmly before letting go. The small mention of Rafael had Clara raising her eyebrows, stealing a glance of him as he strolled to the bar, Ricky tangling along. Sure, the man was good-looking and charming, but she had barely gotten to know him in the few minutes that they spoke. He did have a dreamy smile and definitely had a way with his wordsโ€ฆ Clara almost instantly shook the thought of Rafael out of her head; reminding herself that she would only be in town for a couple of days before heading back to New York. No time for catching feelings. This week was all about Josie and Benjamin. Finally, Clara turned to address Gracee who stood silently, doing nothing but watching them. Clara had to admit that she felt a pang of jealousy when sheโ€™d learned that somebody else was to be Josieโ€™s maid of honour, but after reassuring herself plenty of times in the mirror that it was okay, she finally managed to accept it. After all, it wasnโ€™t a huge surprise now after learning Rafael was Benjiโ€™s best man. โ€Your brother definitely is something,โ€ she joked light-heartedly, trying to make good between the two girls, a smile still plastered on her face. If Gracee was Josieโ€™s maid of honour then Clara wanted to get to know her more, potentially even try to become friends, and to do that she would have to initiate conversation. For a journalist, that was no problem. โ€Donโ€™t Josie and Benjamin make such a cute couple?โ€ Oh my god. How could Clara forget? She felt ashamed to call herself Josieโ€™s best friend. She turned eagerly to face Josie once again. Honestly, how could she forget the most important thing? Okay, maybe not the most important thingโ€ฆ but come on. What woman wasnโ€™t excited to show off her engagement ring? Especially when youโ€™re marrying into the Hearst familyโ€ฆ โ€You have to show us the ringโ€ฆโ€[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]clara marie avelino.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i am the luckiest girl alive."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]poor girl trying to fit in.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]benji, gracee and clara.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead , sereiin sereiin .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Josie didnโ€™t hesitate returning to her post once again and that was at Benjiโ€™s side, her arm linking with his. She couldnโ€™t help contain the wide, toothy smile on her face now that Clara and Benjamin were meeting. After having Clara by her side every time a guy walked all over her heart in college, it was incredibly hard to hide her relationship from the woman until she and Benji finally decided to settle. She may or may not have had a rough past with boys before, so proud and lucky were exactly how she felt marrying Benjamin. Who would have thought that unintentionally meeting this good-looking and kind man would end up with her spending the rest of her life with him? A small giggle escaped Josieโ€™s mouth as Clara mentioned her ring, because hell, she was definitely proud to be wearing Benjamin Hearstโ€™s engagement ring. Honestly, anyone would be. Without a second thought, she slowly placed her left hand out into the air, like it was the most delicate thing in the world, her nails perfectly manicured for the special occasion and an enormous diamond ring sat perfectly around her ring finger. Gracee may or may not have seen the ring about seven billion times when Benji had first proposed and Josie couldnโ€™t contain her happiness, but when anybody asked to see it, she wasnโ€™t going to turn down showing it off. โ€Holy rock, Josie!โ€ Clara couldnโ€™t help exclaim as she stared at the gleaming diamond, her eyes wide and one hand covering her mouth. She expected big, but not that big. What a lucky duck. โ€Doesnโ€™t that thing make your arm tired?โ€ The blonde shrugged her shoulders, staring at her beautiful ring for a few minutes. Even up until today, Josie could barely believe that her wedding was just tomorrow. Everything seemed like a fantasy. But a fantasy that she didnโ€™t want to end nor was she planning on letting anybody ruin it. Not that she was naming any namesโ€ฆ The evil twin sisters; Charlotte and Gracee. โ€Thatโ€™s just an added bonus,โ€ she joked, looking at Benji with a grin on her face. โ€Iโ€™ve got CrossFit arms without even hitting the gym, right hubby?โ€ Finally dropping her hand, Josie let out a small content sigh as she leaned her head against Benjaminโ€™s shoulder, almost as though she had fallen in love with him all over again. Everything seemed so perfect now and the soon to be bride couldnโ€™t wait to start her life with Benjamin. All she had to do was get through today and tomorrow, then the two would fly away for their honeymoon where nobody could distract them.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]josephine fischer.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"and the oscar goes to..."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]bitch, i'm not wearing jeans.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]the whole damn party[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation sereiin sereiin christy christy [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Most would say that Charlotte was the chairman of the pitty-party committee. This is one hundred percent true. Smarter than almost all of her relatives, including dear ol' Benji, Charlotte kept her brain in lockdown to the point where everyone thought she was an idiot. Did she give a shit? Not one. Didn't even use a single piece of toilet paper. The blonde was a train wreck and most saw her as pathetic, obnoxious, so on and so forth. The list never really ended, however inside Charlotte was reserved and well...fucking sensitive.

Charlotte snagged the flask that was hidden behind the large stack of magazines neatly placed on the side of the toilet in one of the many bathrooms of the manor. She had plenty of those handy things hidden in various places around the manor for moments like this. The blonde stared down at the silver flask, tilting it slightly so some of the contents poured onto the ground. The weight of no-one wanting her around was heavy, her chest filling with rage as she sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat. She didn't even want to be here but her family forced her to be at this party, maybe it was time for her to make it known she wanted nothing to do with it.

Pushing up off the seat, Charlotte finished off the flask before tossing it into the waste bin beside her. It was time for her to do what she did best: Fuck Something Up.

Looking like a woman on a mission, Charlotte strutted out of the bathroom back to the main entrance. She tightened her hands around the two latches before pulling the doors open dramatically, a wide grin on her face. "I'd like to make a toast to the bride and groom!" Was she out of her mind? Possibly, but when no one cared if you were even alive then there really wasn't any repercussions to your outbursts.

Head tall, Charlotte snagged another glass of wine off of a tray spilling it slightly until the red liquid ran down her forearm. Raising the glass high above her head she started, "Quiet please! I have a lot to say!" To say that it wasn't a shock when the room went completely silent was true. Usually Charlotte was the entertainment of the evening so when she announced something, people listened. It was kind of like a sick-twisted version of the Kardashians.

"Charlotte." Blue eyes snapping in Benji's direction as he muttered her name, his arm dropping from Josie's as he took a step forward. Oh good, she had already struck a nerve.

"My dear brother, Benjamin, is one of the kindest human beings I have ever met." Her statement caused Benjamin to stop in his tracks, a confused look crossing his face. "Not only is he taking over the family business, but he does so many charity events to help the community here in Harwood Heights." Her grin widened as she spoke, the glass spilling slightly as she swished it around with each word. "Can we get a round of applause for Benji...", eyes connecting with Benjamin's confused stricken ones yet again, she raised her eyebrows at him as the applause started, "and his newest charity-case bride to be, Josephine." [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]charlotte anne hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i'm going to jail tonight"[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag] it's gucci.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, gracee, clara, fucking charlie[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation sereiin sereiin
christy christy [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Benjamin couldn't help the flustered feeling in his chest as Gracee complimented him. It was silly really, getting flustered over a compliment coming from a woman who was not his bride-to-be but in any case he couldn't help the stupid grin forming on his lips. The blonde stared at Clara as she accepted the hand shake, noting the brunette shook his hand firmly. A firm hand shake was always a good first impression.

His eyes travelled to Ricky and Rafael at the bar, his head shaking slightly before he turned his attention back to Clara who was now speaking to Gracee. He wasn't too overly enthused that his best man, Rafael, was spending time with Josie's jail-bate brother, Ricky. It wasn't that he didn't like Ricky, he just didn't trust him especially after the whole car debacle. If he needed a car, Benjamin would have given him one to borrow. For christ sake's he had twenty of them lying around.

Clara's mention of Josie and himself being a cute couple made Benjamin turn his head to Gracee. Don't blow this Gracee. The blonde bit down on the inside of his cheek as he waited for Gracee's reaction, knowing full well that when the girl drank her reaction time was slower. Thankfully before Gracee could manage to react, Clara jumped on the 'needing to see the ring wagon'. Benjamin let out a small breathe that he had held in, thankful that the conversation turned.

He grinned at Clara's statement about the ring weighing down Josie's arm. Did he like the fact that most people's jaw dropped when they saw the ring? Absolutely. He had money and he liked to flaunt it. Benjamin stood straight, allowing Josie to press most of her weight onto him as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Crossfit arms don't even describe it, hun.", he murmured softly before leaning his head down slightly to press his lips on Josie's forehead.

A perfect moment was ruined yet again by Charlotte, doors slamming open to the main entrance causing his head to snap in her direction. "This should be good.", he muttered under his breathe as he turned his attention completely to the drunken blonde. Everything was going too smoothly so of course Charlotte had to ruin that. Charlotte announced a toast causing him to drop his arm from Josie's, his feet moving towards his sister. "Charlotte.", he warned his voice dropping to an incredibly low tone as he stared at her.

"My dear brother, Benjamin, is one of the kindest human beings I have ever met." Wait, what? Benjamin froze, eyes narrowing as he stared at his sister as if she had lost her fucking mind. She was complimenting him? Something was off. "Can we get a round of applause for Benji..." Benjamin was at a loss for words. Charlotte had actually done a nice thing for once in her life. His hands came up to press together as did the rest of the room, his lips parting to speak before quickly clamping shut. "...and his newest charity-case bride to be, Josephine."

He was going to kill her. He wasn't getting married tomorrow because he would be in a jail cell for murdering his own sister in front of about two hundred witnesses. Where the fuck was Rafael? He was supposed to be keeping an eye on Charlotte so this wouldn't happen. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]benjamin leo hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"was i supposed to be keeping an eye on charlotte? oops."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]ricky & charlotte.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] christy christy yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Rafael really didn't know Ricky all that well. The two had never hung out much, apart from the few times Gracee had gotten the three of them together, but those times were rare. Raf tended to stick to his own group of friends instead. With that being said, he didn't really have much against the guy either. Of course he knew all about the Charlotte incident, but honestly, he kind of thought the girl deserved it. She'd keyed Ricky's car first, hadn't she? Besides, though he and Benji were friendly with each other, Raf didn't exactly like Charlotte. The two had never exactly gotten along. When Ricky accepted his offer of going to grab some drinks, Rafael couldn't help laughing lightly, a pleased smile spread across his face. "Honestly same, mate," he replied easily, shaking his head. If they were going to survive tonight, they'd need to wake up having completely forgotten it. Seeing the other man heading towards the bar, Raf fell into step after him, the two making their way through the crowd before finally reaching the home of the drinks. "Any requests, huh? Well bartender Ricky, how about some tequila shots?" Rafael suggested as he leaned against the countertop, smirking. Some shots would definitely make tonight more bearable, not to mention maybe a little more fun. Besides that, maybe he could get to know Ricky a little better, too. It seemed the other guy had a similar idea, for he asked how he knew Benji. Raf parted his lips to answer that, but before he could, Charlotte's voice rang out through the venue. Though it took a moment, the crowd went silent, everyone in the room wondering what the hell was going on. Then he heard her speak. "Oh god, Charlotte," Rafael groaned to himself, turning his body so he could see her better. What the fuck was she doing? Swallowing nervously, the man slowly glanced towards where Benjamin and Josie were standing, his eyes catching sight of Gracee and Clara, too. But what got him most was the look on the groom's face. He was fucking pissed. Shit. That wasn't good. And he was totally supposed to have been watching over Charlotte, wasn't he? Raf internally kicked himself for forgetting to do that, but maybe he could make up for it now. Or... maybe not. "... and his newest charity-case bride to be, Josephine." Yeah, the damage had already been done. Casting a quick glance at Ricky, Rafael wondered what he should do. Maybe he should run up and grab Charlotte now, while everyone took their time gasping over her words. Even he was shocked, not totally sure whether or not her statement was true. Was Benji marrying the girl simply because she was like a charity case to him and his family? Raf didn't know, but he needed to get Charlotte out of here now, before she did any more damage. "Sorry, Ricky, I've gotta go take care of Charlotte. I'll catch ya later for drinks!" He called before diving into the crowd and pushing his way through to where Charlotte stood at the main entrance. If Rafael had been sober, he would have thought twice before doing what he did next. But buzzed Raffie didn't even bat an eye as he reached Charlotte and scooped the shit-faced girl into his arms, carrying her right out of the venue through the two doors she had just opened. "I forgot Benji told me to babysit you tonight," he stated as his feet carried him towards the side entrance into the house, where he could take her to sober up a bit before she embarrassed herself again.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]rafael emilien armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"well, i love charlotte now."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, benji, clara.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Gracee didn't miss the smile that spread across Benji's face when she complimented him in return, which stupidly enough had her heart fluttering as if this was some ridiculous high school crush. Yeah, if only. But what caused the slightest of smiles to fall from her own lips was seeing Josie return to Benji's side, clinging to him as if she'd die the moment she let go. Now that was ridiculous. Did she have to be so clingy? And in front of everyone? It almost made Gracee nauseous to witness. Before she knew it, Clara was turning to her now, joking about her brother as if they were old friends. What the hell? They'd never even met before. And shouldn't she be angry that she wasn't Josie's maid of honour, but was supposedly the girl's best friend? Raising a brow, the blonde slowly nodded in response to the comment about Rafael, but said nothing. What was there to be said? At first, Gracee didn't think there was anything she could say, but then Clara had the audacity to gush over Benji and Josie as a cute couple, even going so far as to demand to see Josie's ring. Gracee definitely thought she was going to vomit now. She'd seen enough of Josie's ring; she didn't need to look at it again. The next minute was pure hell. The girls were practically squealing over the giant rock as if it was the mother fucking cure to cancer or some shit. Clenching her jaw, the blonde snuck a glance at Benji before her eyes flickered back to Clara and Josie. Was it publicly acceptable to puke all over the bride to be and her best friend? Because she definitely felt like she was going to any second now. Thankfully (well not for Benji and Josie), Charlotte took the stage only seconds later, before Gracee could do anything to embarrass or insult the two girls. Eyes widening a little, she turned her gaze to where the other Hearst sibling now stood, drunk as all hell. What was she going on about? She was never this nice to her brother and especially not Josephine. And then Gracee heard what was said next. The charity-case bride to be. Wait, what? With a confused frown on her face, the blonde slowly glanced towards Benji and Josephine. Was that all true? Was Benji marrying the girl simply because she was a fucking charity case to him? But this was Charlotte they were talking about. Surely it wasn't true. The girl was drunk out of her mind and Gracee knew she didn't like Josie. Just as much as she didn't, probably. But wait... If Charlie hated the girl, it would make sense for her to want to embarrass the shit out of both Benjamin and Josephine. Then again, what if she'd just made something up to accomplish that? There was no way Benji would actually marry a girl just because he thought it would make him and his family look good, right? "Benji, what the hell is Charlotte on about?" Gracee asked finally, after noticing Rafael sweep in and take Charlotte out of the room. She'd turned to the man now, her arms crossed over her chest as she dared him to tell her whether his sister was right or not.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]gracee mae armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]".....somebody please get me out of here."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]poor girl trying to fit in.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]benji, gracee.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead yousmelldead , sereiin sereiin , christy christy .[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]For just a moment, Josie believed that everything was okay. She and Benji were as happy as could be; she loved him and he loved her. The way he treated her, so gentle and kind, was proof enough. Her heart fluttered like crazy when he planted the small kiss on her forehead, and all she could do was smile in response. Though, little did she know that her happy moment would all come crumbling down. The doors to the reception abruptly opening caught not only Josieโ€™s but everybody elseโ€™s attention as Charlotte announced that she wanted to make a toast. Instantly, her fluttering heart dropped a hefty beat, and she suddenly felt heavy. The colour on her face slowly drained as she watched her crazy sister in law, as drunk as ever, help herself to more wine. She looked like a right mess and not only was she embarrassing herself, but Benjamin too. โ€Oh, Godโ€ฆโ€ she whispered to herself as Charlotte began to speak, though, with each word, Josie couldnโ€™t help feeling confusedโ€ฆ And with confusion came a lot of questions. What was going on? Had Charlotte hit her head or something? Anyone knew that the woman was completely shit-faced but was that all it took to get Charlotte to finally accept Benji and Josie? Until the words came out. โ€œโ€ฆand his newest charity-case bride to be, Josephine.โ€ Lightheaded. The room slowly began to spin in Josieโ€™s eyes as she suddenly felt all eyes on her and Benjamin. She had barely even noticed what happened after; Rafael coming in to sweep the drunk woman off her feet and leaving the room. Immediately, Josie reached out for anything, for anyone, and that was Benjamin. It wasnโ€™t trueโ€ฆ was it? Charlotte was just spurring lies to create problems before the wedding, right? She wanted to speak, and say something, but Gracee beat her to it. And apparently, she had the same thought too. What the hell was Charlotte talking about? Why did Gracee even care? The first thing Josie would have expected was for her to be thrilled at the little show Charlotte put on. โ€Benjiโ€ฆโ€ she murmured quietly, wanting anything but to be there right now. The dinner rehearsal had barely even started and everything was suddenly going to shitโ€ฆ Papa Hearstโ€™s point of view David Hearst was angry. He couldnโ€™t believe the show his daughter decided to put on so soon into the event, especially after heโ€™d warned her to not cause any problems and to stay away from the alcohol. But, of course, everything that the woman was instructed to do, she happened to do the opposite. As always. If only his wife, Barbara, had let him send her away to boarding schools years back, then maybe, just maybeโ€ฆ Charlotte wouldnโ€™t be this way. As much as he appreciated Rafael carrying her out the room, he wished heโ€™d have done it sooner. Because now, everybody in the room was addressing the rumours of Josie being the Hearstโ€™s charity caseโ€ฆ Which the man thought was absurd. As usual, it was his time to clean up the mess his pathetic little daughter caused. With that, he set his drink down to follow the dark-haired male carrying his daughter out of the room to scold both of them. โ€Put my daughter down and leave,โ€ he reprimanded, a large scowl on his face as he stared the two of them down like they were little kids. And to him, thatโ€™s exactly how he saw them. Papa Hearst barely waited a second for Rafael to leave as he began to tell his daughter off instantly. โ€Just what do you think you are doing? Youโ€™ve caused this family enough embarrassment, so from now on, I expect you to sit down and shut your mouth. โ€ The vein in David's forehead began to bulge caused by the frustration he felt as he clenched his jaw and fist. All because of Charlotte. But, seconds after, he slowly unclenched them to calm himself down. The last thing he needed was for his guests to see him act this way to his daughter. Stepping closer to Charlotte, he looked her in the eyes and spoke in a low voice, โ€Cause another problem and Iโ€™m sending you to rehab.โ€ Turning around without another word, he headed back into the venue, through the same doors that Charlotte had entered earlier. โ€Ladies and gentlemen,โ€ he called out, throwing on a fake smile as he glanced around, waiting for his guests to face his way. โ€Please excuse my daughterโ€ฆ but, I come bearing great news โ€“ dinner has been served and we will be starting the rehearsal. If we could have everybody make their way into the dining hall that would be great.โ€[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]josephine fischer.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag] someone get me into a fucking car accident [/div] // outfit [div class=toptag] i bought this off e-bay and no one can stop me [/div] // location [div class=toptag] on the road -> hearst manor [/div] // interactions [div class=toptag] Josephine [/div] // tags [div class=toptag]tags here.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Fuck this shit. Two things became very clear to the older Fischer sibling as his destination neared. For one, he must've pissed fate off in a previous life because his current one was being riddled with shitty situations. For two, he was way too sober to deal with anything of this. Face wrought in odium, Lukas gripped the steering wheel tighter as old feelings resurfaced. And it were not the good kind. The mere thought of spending his free evening with the Hearst family was enough to make him repulse, enough to make him actually entertain the notion of getting into a car accident just so he could be screened from attending this stupid event. Hell - he'd even take slipping into a coma above having to endure an evening under the presence of that corrupted family. Fuck. He still couldn't believe he was on his way to the Hearst manor. If you told Lukas he would be attending a dinner with them little over a month ago, he would've laughed in your face, probably made some off-hand comment insulting your intellectuality, and walked away while brandishing his middle finger... Except...wait.... He did do all that. To be fair, he truly thought it was a joke. Because it had to be right? Josephine falling in love and getting engaged to Benjamin fucking Hearst, member of the family who near ruined his life, had to be a cosmic joke. That man couldn't even buy a personality with all his riches and certainly didn't deserve someone as kind as his sister. Lukas tried dissuading Josephine from getting further involved with that family but his warnings fell on deaf ears. Josephine, as always, was blinded with love and claimed he was different. Yeah, right.... All Lukas knew was that that family couldn't be trusted and if it weren't for his sister's personal request, he wouldn't be there tonight. Call it sentimental love, he dubbed it sibling coercion- because now, he actually had to spend the evening with the spawns of Satan. It was a recipe for disaster, really. Who thought it would be smart to have a room full of people who acted like you murdered their dog Charles the fifth as you so much started with the wrong spoon and insert an ex-criminal into the scene? Decorum was not his forte and neither was his patience. Chances were, that some old man would make some condescending commentary and he would have to punch that man in the face. Chances were, that the old man was David Hearst and Lukas would come to face another three years of prison, if not longer. Either way, this evening was already on his list of worst evenings and it hadn't even started yet. Not yet for him anyways. Lukas might not be able to punch people in the face tonight, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try revolt as much as possible against the rules of the night. First thing? Taking his sweet ass time to get there. And a glorious thirty-minutes later than the desired time, Lukas arrived at the venue. He stepped out of his car, his eyes narrowing to the estate in front of him, a cold bitter wave washing over him. "Rich motherfuckers," he grumbled, before locking his car and heading inside. As expected, the interior was as opulent as the exterior. It was clear that this was not Lukas's scene, his posture stiff as he made his way through the crowd. His eyes swept across the room, before landing on the person he came for. A wisp of a smile was placed on his lips -- only to vanish immediately upon the sight of Benjamin, Gra- whatever the fuck her name was, and some other chick. Great. Fucking great. Lukas inhaled and exhaled in preparation, before making his way over to the three. "Josie-" he called with a smile that was only reserved of those close to him, completely and purposefully ignoring the other three. But as soon as he was close, he could feel a tension in the air -- the kind that most likely followed after a conflict or unforeseen revelation. If that wasn't enough of an indication that something had happened just before his arrival, Josephine's face spoke volumes. Something had definitely happened. " What happened? Someone got poisoned?" He questioned in his typical half-joke, half-serious manner. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name] Lukas Fischer [/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"try to make me go to rehab...and i say no no no."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]bitch, i'm not wearing jeans.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]dumb-ass dad && rafiki[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation constellation sereiin sereiin [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] The single vein popping from the side of Benji's neck made the grin grow on Charlotte's face. Oh she struck a nerve, a very very deep nerve. She had told him on numerous occasions that Josie was his charity case, trying to just set another personal record on his well being chart by marrying her. She wasn't stupid, if Gracee hadn't been so high up in the eyes of the town due to her family status she would have been the one to marry dear ol' brother Benji. The cards never fell where anyone wanted them too, unfortunately.

Raffie had appeared, looking like a man on a fucking mission, moving rather quickly towards Charlotte causing the girl to take a single step back. "Rafiki! Put me the fuck down!", she shouted as she pounded her fists into the man's back while she was scooped up and carried right out of the foyer. The blonde huffed, her hands lying flat against Rafael's back as she submitted to him carrying her.

At the mention of her having to be babysat, Charlotte pushed herself up on her elbows the best she could. "Babysat?", a grin formed on the girl's lips as she turned her head enough so her teeth latched onto the boy's ear. "I've always wanted to play babysitter."

The deep voice pulled her from her antics, blue eyes now moving to see an almost identical version of Benjamin but older standing behind--er in front of her. She sighed as her feet planted themselves firmly on the ground, her gaze not leaving her father's even as Rafael had rushed away from the two. "I haven't said anything that wasn't true, daddy." Charlotte narrowed her eyes, taking a firm step closer to her father. "I'm not the one embarrassing the family and you should know better than to threaten me with rehab." She matched his foot steps, her guard not slipping as he continued his threat.

The blonde watched her father turn completely away, heading back in through the doors to put on his fake smile. His threats were empty but just enough to make everyone think that he had his daughter put back in place. If they all knew what he was actually hiding, the whole family would be ruined. Charlotte cleared her throat, pushing her hair back slightly as she composed herself before moving back through the doors on the main entrance. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]charlotte anne hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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neon reverie neon reverie [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] If it wasn't one thing with Charlotte it was another. The fact that she had just pulled another stunt wasn't shocking but the way she went about it through Benjamin through a loop. He stared at the blonde in front of him, eyes narrowed as the last of her speech left her lips. What was the satisfaction that she got out of this? Charlotte was insane and this just proved it.

Benjamin stayed silent, his anger building in his chest as he watched Rafael scoop up his sister and rushed out the main doors with her. His eyes caught his fathers as he was next to charge out the door after Rafael and Charlotte. Benjamin knew better, his father had empty threats towards Charlotte since she was a little girl. He never understood why she got away with all that she did...but somehow she managed to.

Clearing his throat, Benji turned slightly to the sound of Gracee's voice. He stared at the blonde, noticing her arms now crossed over her chest as she demanded an explanation for his sister's outbursts. "You all know how Charlotte is. You can't believe a god damn word that comes out of her mouth." His voice was firm, gaze disconnecting from Gracee's to be met with Josie's worried one. "Charlotte is just jealous Josie.", he reassured before placing another kiss to the girls forehead, "she is miserable and just want's us to be as well."

Just as one psychopath was ushered out, another one popped up but this time in the form of a man. Benjamin was almost positive that Lukas wasn't going to show up, but speak of the fucking devil there he was. The blonde kept his composure as Lukas stepped forward, clearly out of the loop. "Well Lukas, if you had came on time you would know what happened." Benjamin eyed the other male for a moment before turning his focus back to Josie. "Let's start this rehearsal shall we?"

The male smiled brightly down at his bride-to-be, now ushering her into the dining hall in hopes that everyone would follow behind. He didn't need anymore outbursts from Charlotte...or hell from Lukas either at this point. He just wanted to make it through the fucking evening, was that so much to ask? [/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]benjamin leo hearst.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i think ben would kill me if i took you up on the babysitting thing."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]the hearst manor.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]charlotte, papa hearst, benji, josie, clara, gracee, lukas.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation constellation yousmelldead yousmelldead neon reverie neon reverie [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Rafael wasn't the least bit surprised when Charlotte began to throw a hissy fit the moment he picked her up. In fact, he'd expected just as much, especially with all the damned drinks she'd consumed. But that was exactly why he had to carry her out of here; he couldn't let her embarrass Benji and Josie any more than she already had. And, well, maybe, just maybe, it was because Benji had told him to look after the girl and here she was, on her way to ruining the party and he had completely forgotten about her. Until now, anyways. The young man ignored the way she pounded on his back, demanding to be let down as he carried her out of the main doors. But what caught his attention immediately was what she said and did next. As he felt her teeth on his ear, Raf immediately froze, eyes widening. Had she... Had she just fucking bit his ear? Damn... Swallowing thickly, he then cleared his throat and made to set Charlotte down on her feet just as good ol' Papa Hearst showed up. At the orders he'd been given, Rafael quickly put Charlie down, making sure she was steady on her feet (as steady as a drunk woman could be, anyways) before he gave them both a quick nod and practically sprinted back into the foyer to escape the tension between the two Hearsts. He was so not getting involved in the middle of that fucking fight. Back in the main room, things didn't exactly seem any better. The majority of the crowd was left confused over what had happened, but when Raf's eyes landed on Benji and Josie nearer the centre of the room, he realized they looked quite upset. Gracee and Clara didn't look much happier. There was another face there, too, though. Lukas. Lukas Fischer. The good old brother of little Josie. Without wasting another moment, Rafael strode up to the small group, standing on Gracee's other side as he eyed those around him. "Charlie's fucked," he chuckled quietly, running a hand through his dark hair as his eyes connected with Benji's momentarily. He wasn't exactly sure just how pissed the man would be at him for not babysitting Charlotte like he'd been instructed to, but he hoped his head wasn't about to come clean off. He might need that for the rehearsal and actual wedding, unless Benji was cool with a headless best man.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]rafael emilien armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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