[IC] Suncrest Complex - Reboot

[KarenAKAMint]

Suncrest Complex​

Date: Friday
Time: Evening - 5:54 pm
Weather: Clear with some clouds - 63 degrees
Current Event: Introduction
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Tags: DVationz NyxNightmare Brinni Magical Squid Senpai spookie DestinyGuy3712 fin Steve Freeling

Today is the start of fall. The weather is calm with a sight breeze that will make you shiver at times. The weekend it among us and the complex is buzzing with life. People are coming home from work and catching up with neighbors as they sit in the lounge area or enjoying a coffee together at the cafe. The front desk shift is changing for the late night shift. The small pitter-patter of paws on the marble floor of the main lobby could be heard just before the owners and pets head out back to the dog park. When the back doors open, the sound of youth out in the pool along with their faint music playing as they enjoy their freedom from school. Out front, the traffic was minimal as the citizens were just starting to go home after their later shifts. The sky is turning into different shades of pastel colors as the sun began to set over the ocean. The cafe was alive and busy as the late rush hour was about to begin, as the guests and residents enjoy dinner or getting pastries before heading home. Ellie, not missing a moment to make everyone feel welcome as she took orders and made drinks in a smooth rhythm of 3 years of experience. Teens crowded a far corner where they hang out before having to head home. Couples enjoying a quiet dinner outside of the cafe. The time is 5:54 pm, the night is still young, but what are your characters doing?

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Eleanor (Ellie) May

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Ellie's checks were in pain as she continued to smile and laugh at small talk. It was her final stretch before she ends her shift and closes the cafe, but two hours is forever when she was getting tired already. Maybe I shouldn't have spent my day surfing, I would have had more energy then this... The evening shift was always just three at the barista station, which was always brutal when the rush hour came into full spring. Just as the clock hit 6, the rush of people began to walk into the cafe as they filled up the line.

She noticed Xander in the line. It was always fun to see others from the complex in the cafe as she tries to have small talk with them. Ellie didn't get to him on time before he was attended by someone else. She was making a latte for her costumer when she heard the barista double check the health problems behind having the amount of caffeine in Xander's drink. She cleared up the air with the drink and continued to make the latte. She was so into the design she was trying to finish that she missed Xander before he slipped out of the crowded cafe. She just let out a light sigh and continued her work.

Location: Coffee Bree Cafe
Interacting: N/A
Mention: Xander​

Alexis (Lexi) Stone

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Lexi was closing up her shop as she tried to finish the final stitch on the dress she was workign on for a client. Deliahla was finishing with a customer when she called out, "Delilah! Can you come up here once you are done locking up?" Delilah answered and came up to the loft work station that Lexi spent most of her time at. "How is inventory looking?" Lexi asked as she took out an emvelope from the drawer and handing it to the young lady.

She took it with a smile and answered, "The Summer stock has been stored, but the last shipment of the autumn stock is still missing. It was supposed to come in today, but they pushed it tomorrow." Lexi sighed but nodded, "That's fine. We'll have to see if it come in tomorrow. It's the bottoms that are missing, right?" Delilah nodded and Lexi continued, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." They said their goodbyes as Delilah walked out the back and was gone. Lexi closed off her workstation and walked down to the main floor. The story was now dark from the sudden change from summer to fall colors around the shop.

Location: Hand Fitted Boutique
Interacting: Delaihla
Mention: N/A​

Samuel (Sam) Nightlock

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Sam was in his apartment as he sat at the head of the dinnig table as he ate dinner with his family and two other guest he was not happy to have. The twins had their boyfriends over and it irritated him very much to just sit there and just smile. He was the only male in the family, and that drove him to be a bit more protective, espesially from what happened with his father.

"Sam... are you listening?" Minerva asked him, a bit irritated with him, "James was saying that he admired your cause." Sam apologized as he pushed down his actual feeling about James. James was an 18-year-old that was dating his 17-year-old baby sister. His perfect and clean image was just that, an image that he is trying to sell himself to Sam. "Thank you, but tell me what do you plan to study at Seaside?" James beamed as he smiled at same, which only made Sam bored, "I plan to study bioengineering. It'll be a long hike to finish, but I want to make a difference."

"That's great to hear!" Lauran announced and then turned to Mitch, Nicole's boyfriend, "How about you? I know you still have another year like the girls before you head to college." Mitch, took a sip of his drink, clearly nervous to her here, but answered, "Culinary, Ma'am. I want to help my parent's restaurant when I graduate." The sound of Sam's cell phone going off, made everyone jump. Sam excused himself and answered checked the message from Rebecca. "I have to go, one of the felines in the clinic is not taking her medicine," Sam announced and walked out of the apartment without another word.

Taking the stairs, he rushed to the lobby. Rebecca was waiting for him with his lad coat as soon as he walked into the clinic. "Sorry, I knew you were having dinner, but Little Snowball is acting up," Rebecca apologized. Sam just smiled, putting on his coat, "That's fine Rebecca. You are actually doing me a favor for calling me in. Let's see the little guy." Sam walked to the back, where Debbie was trying to calm the feline down. "Snowball, we talked about this..." Sam announced, which caught the kitten's attention, "Why are you making Debbie's job harder then it should?"

Location: Pet Corner Clinic
Interacting: A bunch of NPCs, lol
Mention: N/A​

Malia Laine

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Malia was walking into the lobby as she carried a bunch of shopping bags. It was clear that she had just went shopping for new clothes, to be in season. All day she had been ignoring her phone as she her ex has been blowing it up with messages. As much as she tried to block her number, Lily had her ways to contact her. You can say that her shopping spree was mostly fueled by her sudden return of her ex. It has been months since she had moved to Seaside to get away from her breakup.

"Please allow me to help you, Miss," a male voice called out behind her as she waited for one of the four elevators. Malia turned around and found a tall male in a well-tailored suit offering his hand to carry her bags. Malia just raised an eyebrow to him and declined, "I can handle a few bags thank you." The man laughed, "A few? Alright, suit yourself. The name's Ivan." the elevator arrived and Malia walked in, she looked at Ivan for a bit, watching if he would be coming in or just stare at her, "Malia." With that, the elevator closed and she was left alone.

Location: Elevator, going to Floor 5
Interacting: Ivan
Mention: Lily​

Ivan Hamnet Hancock

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Ivan let out his deep laugh as he couldn;t believe he was rejected pretty hard. He couldn't blame himself too much since he knew who she was and that she was not a woman that would ever bend over to a male's flirtatious ways or a male at that. "Ouch, was it that bad she broke you?" he heard his friend ask as he pushed the button for an elevator. "No, just messing around. Wait, why are you here? I thought you and Henry were going out for drinks?" Ivan asked him, which he answered back, "I wouldn't be the imfamous Daniel if I didn't drag you along with us."

Ivan got on the elevator. When Daniel tried to walk in, Ivan stopped him and told him, "I'll see, but you know I can't, not with eyes on me." The elevator closed between them and he just sighed. He was able to convince his father to finally lift the bodyguards on him, but with one condition. He was not allowed to make a fool of himself. That means, no public drinking until he can win over his father once more. Ivan's father might have lifted the guards from following him, but he knew that his mother had her own guards keeping a close eye on him.

Location: Elevator, going to Floor 13
Interacting: Malia, Daniel, and Henry
Mention: Ivan Hancock (Father) Juliet Hamnet (Mother)​

Alexander (Xander) Wood

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"Um... can I get a black coffee with three shots of expresso and the usual half dozen?" Xander asked the Barista. He was unlucky to not get Ellie, but he was glad he didn't. He woudl have been a nervouse mess if he had. Ever since he had bumbed into her around the lobby, he was smitten. "Three shot? Isn't that a bot dangerous?" the barista asked him. He was about to answer when Ellie's laugh stopped him, "It's fine. That's his usual drink of choice."

Ellie was quick to continue attending the other costumer that it didn't give him time to thank her. Xander is a huge ball of nerves when it comes to her, well anyone he had ever had a crush on. Normally he was a stone wall that would ignore everything that ever seemed boring and not his problem. Really, he could have just gotten the box of donuts and called it a day, but he's tried Ellie's version of his usual coffee, and you can't go back to the old stuff. Maybe I'm over glorifying her...

"Here you go," the barista handed him his drink and box of donuts. Xander took them off her and thanked her. He slipped out of the cafe, as it was rush hour and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Crap, I should have gotten a BLT... I guess I should make some mac and cheese again... The sound of chirps coming from the birdcage, as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, brought a smile to his face. "I'm home, Titan."

Location: Xander's Apartment
Interacting: Ellie
Mention: N/A​

Camila Seaside

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Camila was at another one of her dinner date with the next person in her mother list of candidates. It was rediculous to say the least. This guy was nothing but money to her mother's eyes, which was the only reason he was on the list to begin with. Camila took one more sip of her wine before getting up from the table. "What? Where you going? We haven't even gotten to dessert!?" candidate #23 asked her. She turned to him, clearly causing a scene from his sudden raised voice. People were talking now, which she didn't care for the slightest.

"Why do you need to know? I'm not yours to talk to me in that tone," She answered, "If you must know, I am going to powder my nose. Excuse me." That relaxed him, but she knew if she came back to the table, he would only claim that I was practically his. Not wanting to stick around the old man, she just slipped out the restaurant through the kitchen and had her driver drop her off at the Suncrest. Making a single call to an old friend, she had the number blocked and everything on his phone leaked. By tomorrow morning she would be free from him and her mother would just move to the next old man on her list.

Location: Suncrest Complex
Interacting: N/A
Mention: N/A​

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[DVationz]

• Graeme
• Leon
• Max
• Yuna
• Ari

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  Graeme Grove

  

  Another day at the shop, and as usual, few customers. The pace didn't bother Graeme, in fact, it gave him time to finish working on his own bike, which was needing some work. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he closed up shop and locked the doors behind him with one of the employee keys. Besides himself there were three other employees, and the boss. They were nothing special, just faces with names working the same job as him. In fact, he didn't know a single one's name other than his boss, Harvey. Slipping on his gloves, he mounted the bike and started the engine, letting it roar to life. He let it stand for a few moments, simply relaxing in the low rumble it made and the vibrations it shot through his body. Moving out onto the street, he revved the motor, speeding up until he was riding down the road.
  
  The ride was fast, as to be expected from a motorbike modified for speed and control. He sped down roads, darting in and out of the lanes of traffic, turning at speeds that would crash any inexperienced rider. Some would think him reckless, even suicidal, but those who knew him would understand that Graeme Grove was unlike many others. He wasn't your average thug, not in the slightest. He was an urban legend of sorts, the irish man who seemed to have few limits, if any at all. As he sped down the streets nearing his home, or what is more accurately described as a dump, another had joined him. A girl with vibrant red hair, almost like that of a candy, was speeding beside him. As they approached an abandoned apartment complex, they slowed until reaching a stop.
  
  Without speaking, they both dismounted and continued to push their bikes around into an open part of the building where the wall had since crumbled. Parking the bikes in a corner, out of sight from anyone outside, they walked to a door. The door was surprisingly new, as if it had just been installed, which was probably true. When the pair was inside, Graeme plopped down in a couch, the girl sitting in a reclining chair beside him. "Another slow day?" Graeme nodded, and looked to the girl. "You?" She smiled, "Well I got a few things done here, nothing much, just some luxuries." Graeme could tell. The couch he was sitting in hadn't been there earlier this morning, nor the coffee table, second couch, or reclining chair.
  
  "How about the others, are they stopping by today?" The red haired girl shook her head. "Nope. Vinny is out of state visiting family, Sarah had business to take care of at home, and Ayden is out watching for Red Thorns." Graeme was relieved to hear that. Ayden wasn't one of his fans, in fact, Ayden often gave him glares for one reason or another. "So it's just us..." The girl nodded, "Just us Graeme. Just like old times."
  
  

  So it's just us... Graeme

  
  
  
  
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  Leon Kensen

  

  The day was growing later, and that meant business would soon be starting, or at least picking up. Most people were getting off work, meaning that they'd be looking for a place to relax and waste their time before going home to sleep. That wasn't the case for Leon or his employees. They were the ones to cater to those people, after all this was a bar. Taking out a box of cigarettes and a lighter, Leon lit one up, setting it between his lips and putting the rest back into his pocket. Taking a small breath, he held it there before blowing a cloud of smoke up into the air above him. "Alright... let's get this place ready guys. We'll be having guests soon enough, and I want it to look nice. Don't forget, we're here to work, and be friends. Let's have another good night."
  
  As if on queue, people slowly started floating in, and Leon dealt with those that approached him while keeping up a conversation with one of his frequents. "Then you know what he said? He said 'I don't got that kind of money sir.' Can you believe it Leon? Who asks for a service they can't pay for?" Leon shrugged as he took another moment to smoke. "Beats me. Some people just don't know what they're doing I guess." This was nothing new to him. In fact, this was almost a daily occurrence for Leon. Talking to customers while serving others and all the while, smoking a cigarette, replacing used ones with a new one. On some days, a client would come in with more packs of cigarettes, trading them for a drink when they were short on cash. Leon didn't mind, as he would promptly take the money out of his paycheck in return. This was just another day in the Dierfiur Bar.
  
  

  Beats me. Some people just don't know what they're doing I guess. Leon

  NyxNightmare (Kira - Mentioned)
  

  
  
  
  
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  Maxine Moran

  

  Another long day, and another improvement made to the hideout. The new furniture would be a pleasant surprise to the gang, and seeing as it was nearing six, Graeme would be getting off work fairly soon. As she finished up scheduling with her boss, she hopped on her bike and rode off in the direction of the hideout. As she sped down the streets nearing the hideout, she joined with Graeme. As they approached an abandoned apartment complex, they slowed until reaching a stop.
  
  Without speaking, they both dismounted and continued to push their bikes around into an open part of the building where the wall had since crumbled. Parking the bikes in a corner, out of sight from anyone outside, they walked to a door. That was another addition she had made, and she was proud of the work she'd done. As they sat down inside, Max waited for a short while before speaking up. "Another slow day?" Graeme nodded, and looked to her. "You?" She smiled, "Well I got a few things done here, nothing much, just some luxuries." Graeme gave a quick glance around to see what all she had accomplished.
  
  "How about the others, are they stopping by today?" Max shook her head. "Nope. Vinny is out of state visiting family, Sarah had business to take care of at home, and Ayden is out watching for Red Thorns." She could tell Graeme was relieved to hear that Ayden wasn't showing up. They always seemed to butt heads for reasons beyond her understanding. "So it's just us..." Max nodded, "Just us Graeme. Just like old times."
  
  

  Just us Graeme. Just like old times. Max

  
  
  
  
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  Tachibana Yuna

  

  Everything passed by so quickly. Then repeated. Again, and again, and again until she came to a slowing stop. The monitor of her computer glowed, and a pop up with good news was showing. Her latest agreement had gone through. "What a wonderful day... so much done, and now I can relax!" She giggled before stepping out of her chair. Almost tripping, due to the dizziness of spinning in her chair, and catching herself with a quick front flip. "Ta-da!" No audience clapped of course as she was in her apartment. Walking to the front door, she grabbed her over-sized hat and placed it atop her head before walking out the door.
  
  She didn't bother locking it, as it didn't concern her if someone wanted to barge into her home. They wouldn't find anything of value anyway, not unless they knew what her occupation was. That wouldn't happen anytime soon however, seeing as Tachibana was not one to simply make a mistake such as letting herself be known. As she descended to the main lobby, she slipped her way to the cafe, stealing a spot in line and waiting ever so patiently. She had no need to rush, and besides, she already saw a few familiar faces, even if they didn't recognize her. Eleanor, or better known as Ellie, was one of the workers in the cafe. She would recognize Tachibana, as she frequently showed to get any drink Ellie felt like making. She was never that picky, and by now she'd tried everything on the menu, but still told her 'dealer's choice'.
  
  

  What a wonderful day! Yuna

  KarenAKAMint (Ellie - Mentioned)
  

  
  
  
  
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  Araya Natsume

  

  Today he happened to have the day off, and as a result, had worked on his own music all day. His most recent project was a song by a fairly recent band, Sin Shake Sin they were called. The song he was learning? Coexist. It was slower than most of the other songs in the album, but the message it held was just as strong. He wasn't sure why that was the song he chose, but he felt like it was the right choice. "We're here tonight, we fight for one another... Come with me, my sister, my brother... A new day is dawning..."
  
  Suddenly his phone went off, and he put his guitar aside. Looking at the notification, he had realized the time. "Oh, it's getting rather late. I should probably eat something." Getting up from where he sat, he walked to his kitchen and started to cook one of his favorite snacks. Rice balls.
  
  

  Oh, it's getting rather late. Ari

  
  
  
  

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Aubrey Graham

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Aubrey sat at dinner alongside an interviewer from the XXL Freshman team. Being on fire seemed to be a big deal for them, of course it was, they'd housed big names in the rap game such as Drake, Nicki Minaj, Lil Uzi Vert, the list went on and on. Still though, Aubrey felt as if the interview went on for longer than it should. He'd already "used the washroom" four times already in the two hour stretch, he was sure even the waiters were stressed out. "I give my full consent ma'am, what else would you like?" He whined to the representative of the XXL Cover. She, calmly slid a stack of papers for Aubrey to sign from a briefcase she'd hoarded throughout their night. Another scoff came from Aubrey. He adjusted his hoodie, Thrasher brand to be specific, his legs constantly vibrating in his Balmain jeans. It was so close til' the interview would be over. Again, for the sixth time it seemed, the interviewer asked for another minute. He gritted his teeth as he gave her his consent, eyes darting around the restaurant before it landed on a blond, a woman his age.

Aubrey quirked a brow as another man came to sit with her, hadn't she just been with another man? Her beauty just seemed to intrigue the young rapper, rubbing his chin as he pondered on her. Soon enough, he was sure he was staring, the same thing seemed to apply to his interviewer as she called his name out for what seemed to be the fourth time. "These are your signing papers. I suggest speaking to a lawyer and manager before submitting this by the end of next week. Til' then, stay tight." The woman gave Aubrey an odd looking wave before strutting back and out of the restaurant. Aubrey took another glance at the blond, this time she was leaving. He stood up as well, hoping he could talk to her though a car had arrived to take her away.

Sighing, Aubrey called up his own limousine, headed to the Suncrest Complex where he'd relocated to for the time being. The area was fine, possibly somewhere he could see himself staying at if the circumstances were correct. In due time, he'd arrived at the complex, thanking his driver as well as tipping him with a hundred thousand dollar band... what, he was in a good mood! With that, a group of paparazzi crowded the young rapper, forcing Aubrey to quicken his pace before the same blond caught his eye. Some of the paparazzi had moved on to her, she seemed to be going towards the complex too. With long strides, Aubrey was by her side, a perfect white smirk escaping his mouth as he took her by the hand and pulled her along with him towards the complex, fast but gentle. He ducked his head down and opened up his jacket to cover around her hair, keeping it there until the security crew could hold them back.

Once inside, Aubrey pulled his jacket back, brushing his hands through his baby locs as he eyed the damsel in distress. "You're welcome. I'm Aubrey Graham by the way... the Aubrey Graham." A tad egotistical there. A smile still painted his face though as he adored the woman who stood before him. "And you must be... Camilla... Camilla Seaside? I've seen pictures, you're even prettier in person."

Location: Suncrest Complex
Interacting: Camilla Seaside KarenAKAMint
Mention: N/A​

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[dandy]

Location: Coffee Brew Cafe
Interactions: Ellie --- Open to Interaction
Mentions: Ellie

Brooke stuck out his tongue as he struggled to pushed a small leather sofa into the corner of the living room. He had only lived in his apartment for nearly a month and with the rush of school and settling in, he had only just that week begun to really get situated in his new home. He really thought decorating the interior would be simple. He had the entire layout planned in his head, after all. It was proving much more difficult than he had anticipated, however. He was a rather small person and every time he got the couch situated, he ended up changing his mind on exactly where he wanted it placed. His shirt clung to his back because of the sweat and he could have swore he had pushed the couch nearly a mile back and forth. He was exhausted and incredibly disappointed to realize that he hadn't actually got much done. He let out a groan and sunk into the sofa with a rather pathetic whine. Living alone was exhausting, he decided. He swore to his parents he wouldn't feel homesick and that he was eager to lie alone, but that was all a lie. Brooke was homesick. Not to mention lonely. The entire month he had lived in Suncrest, he hadn't made a single friend. Sure, he talked some, but he never so much as exchanged phone numbers with anybody.

With another sigh, he checked the watch on his wrist to read the time. 5:30PM, he read, still a few hours until he had scheduled for bed. Standing up, he headed to his bedroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as he found some comfortable clothing to wear for the rest of the evening and eventually sleep in. Some old gym shorts and a loose Guns 'N Roses shirt would do. He took a quick shower, thoroughly ridding himself of the sweat that had accumulated that afternoon. He would head to the cafe after his shower.

Nearly twenty minutes ready, Brooke was ready to leave the apartment. He grabbed Alfredo's leash from the hook near the front door and clipped the end to his collar, picking up the pup as he headed down the stairs. He made a bee-line to the Coffee Brew Cafe, in which he attended often, desiring a hot latte and a slice of red velvet cake. "The dinner of champions,"he whispered aloud to Alfredo. As he neared the cafe, he nestled Alfredo into the crook of his arm so the pup wouldn't cause chaos in the cafe. He wasn't exactly allowed in the cafe, so he would have to hurry up and order so he could head to a table outside and eat.

He smiled a polite smile as he walked in the cafe, offering a greeting to the woman he knew as Ellie at the front. They hadn't talked much, but from what he knew, she was a nice person and a good worker. "Good evening, Ellie. May I order a decaf latte and a single slice of red velvet cake, please?" He pulled his wallet out of the deep pockets of his shorts and got ready to pay. "Oh, and a peanut butter cookie for Alfredo here, if you don't mind." He looked down at his pup and winked.

 

[KarenAKAMint]

Eleanor (Ellie) May

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"Of course!" She exclaimed to Brook as she continued ot have small talk with him, "How's it been Brooke? Still trying to get things straightened out?" She worked quickly to get their desserts before getting to the latte. She enjoyed making them so, she had to focus on crunching down time to make the designs. With the plain drink before him, she began to make a small dog design on top. Puttign a lid on it she looked up to him and annouced, "There you go, a latte, a slice of red velvet and a peanut butter cookie for Alfredo. It was nice talking to you!"

Ellie continued to hold he smile, even as she worked on orders. "Tachibana! Dealer's choice still?" Ellie called out once she saw Tachibana in line. When she agreed with her question, Ellie snapped her fingers in excitement, "I have just the thing! Cover for me guys." Ellie slipped into the kitchen as she began to take the ingredients for the new drink that the Cafe has been trying to introduce. It was a simple ice tea, but it had a sweet spin to it. She worked her magic as she tried to get the drink right from the training station.

Satisfied with the drink, she served it with a medium cup and came back to the bar. "I present to you, the Tropical Tea Snowball," Ellie announced. She handed Tachibana the pastel yellow frozen drink as she began to explain what was inside, "It has the consistency of an Icee. It has Mango, Kiwi, Banana, Pineapple, and coconut, juice." Flashes of cameras from the window caught her attention but quickly returned to Tachibana as the Paparazzi was a normal thing here.

Location: Coffee Bree Cafe
Interacting: Tachibana DVationz | Brooke dandy
Mention: N/A​

Camila Seaside

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The flashes from cameras were normal for Camila to the point that she never leaves the house without looking presentable. Even now as she wore her stunning red dress. She just smiled and waved at them, like nothing coudl bother her. Her hand was suddenly take by a young man as he lead her to the Suncrest Complex. She was confussed at who they were or why they though she needed help to escape. With a jacket on her head, she tried to stay calm for the cameras.

Once they were inside the complex, her smile quickly turned to a frown, but for a before she turned it into a smile again. She combed her hair through her blond hair before looking at Aubrey, as he had introduced himself by. "Never heard of you, sorry," she announced as she continued, "So I have been told. Oh, and I didn't need your help back there, I had the paparazzi on me since I was born. But thanks. Spook! Good to see you were able to escape the piranas." She called out as soon as the thin teen slipped into the complex.

She began to walk over to the elevators. Looking back to Aubrey, "Oh and popping 'the' into your introductions... is a mood killer." She entered the elevator, but help it open for the two guys, before selecting the eight floor. Once she arrived at her floor, she waved them goodbye, "Goodbye, gentlemen. Oh!" she turned back as the doors began to close, "I believe in second chances." With that, the doors closed and she just sighed. She hated acting as the nice perfect girl, but then again she wasn't a bitch all together, just protective of herself.

Spoiler: Red Dress

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Location: Suncrest Complex
Interacting: Aubrey fin | Spook @Sppokie Spook
Mention: N/A​

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[spookie]

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nicholas 'spook' sterling

| location // suncrest complex - entrance | mood // gloomy as always | currently // avoiding paparazzi | with // camila, aubrey(open) |

A cool fall wind whipped through Spook's famous emo hairstyle, causing the silky blackness to cover half his face in what could only be described as a mess.

He sighed miserably, hunching his shoulders a bit as the weather threatened to blow away his striped scarf as well. While Nick usually loved fall, there was rarely anything to be happy about, no matter the season.

Well, at least the nauseatingly saccharine holiday season was a few months away.

Spook had been keeping his golden eyes on the ground and ignoring his surroundings, so much so that the sight of paparazzi crowding around the entrance to his home took the seasoned celebrity by surprise.

"Damn it," the teen muttered, cursing the media's obsession with stalking him like some rare prey animal.

It was only a moment later that he noticed them crowding around some other poor soul. Breathing a rather apathetic sigh of relief, Nick approached the mess of flashing cameras and screeching reporters with a calm sort of poise that could only be learned through experience.

He offered the victim a somewhat mocking smirk, though he doubted whoever it was could see him through the throng of fame-leeching lowlifes.

A moment later he caught sight of Camila Seaside and the kid he'd silently dubbed 'Ego', whose real name the musician didn't remember.

He'd grabbed Camila's hand and was pulling her inside, something that surprised even Spook, who'd had his fair share of paparazzi escapes. Ego was really living up to his name right now.

Slipping in behind them just as he heard the frenzied cry of "Spook! Spook! Come out of there, show us that face! Spook!"

Rolling his eyes, he watched as Camila took care of herself, as he knew she would. Watching his neighbor be basically, albeit politely, shot down made him smirk. He nodded at Camila's greeting, returning it with a smile. "Just barely. They're bad today, apparently."

While he wasn't nosy, Nick couldn't help but to overhear their conversation and found himself adding to it without really thinking.

"Adding 'the'? You must be new to the business, kid. Here's a little tip from someone who's been there and done that; it makes you look more than a touch self-obsessed."

Nicholas had taken on his usual lazy tone of sarcasm, eyes narrowed in amusent behind the thick fringe of his hair.

Claiming his usual position in the darkest corner of the elevator, Spook fixed his scarf in silence. He waved goodbye to Camila once she'd reached her destination, before turning his eyes to the ground once again.
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[Brinni]

Alex

Location: Cafe
Nearby: People at the Cafe
@Tags: dandy
Interacting: Brooke, open to interactions

Alex rolled his neck as he fit his key in the door. "Phew. I didn't think that African mythology would be so tricky..." he chuckled at his own joke.The class had just begun it's section on Anansi, the Spider Trickster God. He opened the door. "Girls I'm home!" entirely unnecessarily. As soon as he walked in, his two dogs began yapping and jumping all over him, glad to see him home. "Geez. You'd think I'd left for a week. Now sit! Quiet time!" Immediately the two dogs sat down and stopped barking. He walked through his apartment and entered his room. Picking up his his work computer case and the leashes for Titania and Athena, he clipped them up and began to take them out.
When he was done walking the two, Alex looked at his watch, it was almost 5 of. "Hmm...maybe I'll swing by the Cafe before we go back. It's been a while after all." Walking in to the shop he saw one of his neighbors, the one that lived in the unit next to his, as they were walking out to get a seat. It was....he couldn't remember. Some people's names were harder to remember than others. He remembered the dog though, he always remembered an animal's name. He leaned down a little bit to speak to the dog. "Hello there Alfredo. Don't you look happy today? And hello to you too...err...neighbor" he said, straightening himself. "Enjoying your day?"

 

[AgWordSmith]

Genevieve was about to close up shop for today. Having a feeling no one else would be coming by. "Socks, Socks where are you?" The little kitten was around here somewhere, hiding no doubt. She spent the extra ten minutes looking until finding Socks napping on a pile of scrap fabric in the back of the shop. Smiling Genevieve scooped the little thing into her arms and placed her gently into her bag. The cat yawned and settled in the bag, her head sticking out the top, eyes closed. "Adorable as ever." With that, Genevieve locked the doors of the building and walked down the street. Careful not to move her bag to roughly for Sock's sake.

Motorcycles raced past her on the side walk, spooking the cat. "Shhhh it's ok, go back to sleep little one." Once the cat calmed she resumed walking. Her plan was to drop Socks off and feed the both of them before heading out into town. Maybe go out to the bar, or just somewhere quiet and pretty.​

Interacting: Socks/Open for interactions
Located: En Route to Aparment Complex

 

[dandy]

Location: Coffee Brew Cafe
Interactions: Alex Brinni
Mentions: Alex and Ellie

Brooke nodded at Ellie's question, chuckling to himself a bit. "I didn't realize how hard getting situated was until now. I just can't decide where to put anything." Though he wanted to stay and talk (really he craved social interaction), he had his food within a few minutes and had no reason to stick around. He struggled to grab all three items with Alfredo tucked in his arms, but he managed, holding the small cookie back in his mouth until he was able to reach a table outside.

He sat down on one of the metal grated benches and sat his food on the the table. Alfredo jumped excitedly as Brooke opened the cookie bag, breaking the cookie into small pieces so the dog could enjoy it longer. He happily munched on his cake until he was interrupted by his neighbor Alex. Alfredo yipped happily at Alex, jumping against his leg as he usually did when seeing people he knew. Brooke didn't look forward to the day he was full-grown and decided to jump on people. Now that he considered it, it might be best to train him not to do that.

Brooke sighed quietly when Alex couldn't recall his name, though he couldn't blame him as they hadn't crossed paths too many times. They usually seemed to be walking their dogs when they bumped into each other. "Brooke," he reminded his neighbor with a smile. "My day hasn't been too bad. I finished up with school and struggled to get a blasted couch where I wanted it, but nothing too exciting. What about you?" He stirred his frappe with a stirring straw before taking a sip.

 

[Steve Freeling]

Location: Steve's Apartment
Interacting: Open

Steve was in the last stage of putting Jodie's bed together. He'd taken most everything from the house in New York. He'd taken the television set, much of the furniture and even the ice cube trays out of the freezer and all of the food. He'd also taken his ex-wife's handgun that she'd often pull out in her drunken state. I'll probably never use it, but she doesn't need a gun, not with how she got drunk and shot at everything. Bullet holes riddled the old house's ceilings, windows and walls. Why had he stayed married to her for so long?
"Dad?"
"Wha-?"
Steve looked in the direction of the voice with bleary eyes. It was his daughter. The eight-year-old's strawberry blond hair was somewhat frazzled and her blue eyes, which mirrored her father's, carried a look of concern.
"You've been just standing there for five minutes."
"Has it been five minutes?"
Jodie looked at him incredulously. "Yeah, Dad. You've been staring at the wall for five minutes."
"Sorry if I worried you." he replied with an apologetic tone while shifting the mattress onto the box spring.
"Are you all right?"
"Uh-huh." Steve grunted noncommittally while shifting the mattress a final time so that it and the box spring were perfectly aligned. "Hungry?"
"Yeah, but I don't trust that stuff Mom had."
"Well, we'll see what she had in there anyway."
Steve opened the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza, looking it over. It wasn't long before he saw the expiration date. The shock could be seen in his eyes. "Wha-?" Steve could not believe his eyes, so he looked it over a second time.
"Gawd dammit!" Steve threw the pizza on the floor in rage, at which their Golden Retriever Stanley came to investigate, sniffing it the way only a dog can. "This crap expired back in March! Was she tryin' to kill us?!" He was probably heard throughout the fifth floor, but right then, he couldn't care less.
Jodie merely gave him a "told-you-so" look.

 

[NyxNightmare]

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  "Stairs are such a pain."​

  
  

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  It wouldn't be long till the sun set and gave rise to the real thrill of the day. Well, perhaps not exhilarating for the average person-and Amara was far from- but such events made the young woman's heart tingle. The night shift at the local hospital. Not many volunteered to take the position. It seemed even the raise of hourly wage failed to tempt others to join in on the management of dark, somber, and eerie hallways.
  
  Of course Amara wouldn't be the only authoritative soul in the massive building tonight; life wasn't that sweet and granting. But very few would be lingering, as always. Especially on a weekend, it seemed people had better things to do with their time than bide by the unfortunate citizens who lay rest there. Regardless, it wouldn't be until later that night that the shift would begin. She had a few more hours to wait out.
  
  As Amara shut her laptop off and pushed the screen down lightly, she rose from her chair carefully, as if afraid the fabric from her black hoodie would snag on the counter corner and rip apart. It wouldn't of course. But no act of misfortune was out of mind to the woman. Everything must be accounted for. Every possible adversity. I'll walk around until my shift starts. There are a few hidden gems around to explore. And by gems, she meant abandoned fixtures. She was sure it was only a matter of time until she had browsed through each and every one of them in the city.
  
  Amara managed to slink by undetected quite often. Much like a wandering shadow. So taking the elevator vs the stairs shouldn't prove to be much different. It was rare for others to notice her. As she pressed the down button, the light remained lit for quite some time. There must be people using it right now. A small sigh escaped her lips as she slowly began to make her way towards the door that led to the stairs. Stairs are such a pain.
  
  

  
  
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  Nothing was particularly special about the day. It was like any other. Kira had met up with Sean earlier in the day to practice at the shooting range. Which really counted for testing out the merchandise. Guns were only a mere fragment of what she had to offer.
  
  But now it was the beginning of her shift, and as she slipped into her uniform, she couldn't help but wonder what crazy stories she might hear tonight. People discussed the damnedest things when in a comfortable setting garnished with alcohol. Leon's words echoed throughout the bar, and Kira rolled her eyes. Friends. How he manages to be so chill and optimistic I'll never know. But she knew just as good as everyone else here that he took his bar very seriously. And when he said it was to be a good night, you damn better well pin a smile to your face.
  
  Though tiring, it was an easy feat for the woman. She proved to be rather charismatic in her waitress job, generally gathering more tips than the others. There were times when she was able to entice people to order more as well, which brought more profit into the bar. People began to trickle in, and Dierfiur was quite busy in the evenings. It wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to distinguish one conversation from another with the bustling of voices around.
  
  Leaning against the side of the bar counter she called sweetly, "Two White Russians." It was an order for a table towards the back. Most people came up for their own drinks, but there were also a handful of others that were getting lazier by the day. Or, giving them the benefit of the doubt, were too absorbed in a personal conversation to be torn away for a few seconds.
  
  "I'm surprised your lungs haven't given out yet Leon." Kira commented playfully. If anyone heard the best stories, it would be this guy. It was amazing how others opened up when around a bar tender. Even if they were practically strangers. Unfortunately getting him to spill words of others proved to be quite difficult, if impossible. Truthfully she cared not if the man's lungs were to give out from the plethora of smoke he inhaled. But she really dd expect him to drop dead at any moment.
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  "Excited for fall?"​

  
  

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  Saren's evening was quite relaxing. The day before she had been recording at the studio a few blocks down from the complex. A new animated movie was coming out, and one of the worst things about being a oice actress is that most of the time you aren't told what project you are working on. Especially when it came to video games. Everything had to be top secret until the grand reveal was made. It would make my job a lot easier if I knew who I was supposed to voice.
  
  Today was her day off, and she had simply been lounging around. Leaning off the balcony, Saren allowed herself to breath in the crisp air. Soon the temperature would dip even lower. It wasn't too cold just yet, but one could tell it was headed that way. Tapping awake her phone screen to check the time, she slipped back inside and out the apartment room door into the hallway. It seemed like a good idea to get out a bit. Maybe she could stop by the clinic to check on the animals. Immediately after hearing about it, she had to become a sponsor. Did she have any knowledge in medical procedures? Heck no. But there was no harm in visiting them.
  
  She clicked the down button for the elevator; it had been close to her floor already so it opened with ease. It already held two other men, and she stepped inside, keeping a respectable distance. She moved to one side a bit to press the lobby floor. But they would go up before down. After sneaking a few glances, her hunch became reality. She knew exactly who they were. She was lucky she wasn't as famous here as she would be back in her hometown. She never had to worry about pesky paparazzi. "Exited for fall?" She spoke up softly, not wanting the ride up to be drenched in awkward silence. She swept a strand from her purple bangs out of her eyes, smiling warmly at the two.
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[DVationz]

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  One of his older employees, Kira Zen, requested two White Russians. He began prepping the drinks immediately, and took note of her comment on his smoking habits. "They're probably shot if anything. Granted I don't do heavy physical activity anyway, but who knows. Maybe I've found a way to beat smoker's lung by not doing much." As he finished the drinks, he passed them to her. "You must have a bad habit of your own. Most everyone does. To each their own poison though, mine happens to be cigarettes." Taking a puff once again, he blew the smoke off to the side away from the customers and Kira. "How's the tip train? Strong as ever?"
  
  With no more drinks to make for the time being, he cleaned off the accumulating garbage on the counter with a rag. "By the way, I'll be out tomorrow to talk with our suppliers about the next shipment. Think you'll be able to cover for the day?" He didn't often leave the bar, and when he did it was typically only for a couple of hours to fetch small amenities such as napkins or dish soap, but once ever month or two he'd leave for a day. The reasons varied, but typically it was dealing with suppliers or head of media for the business. "Since I'll be gone you'll need to get someone to cover the drinks. I trust you know how it goes here so I'll leave the rest for you to decide."
  
  

  How's the tip train? Leon

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  Tachibana Yuna

  

  "Of course dealer's choice!" As Ellie left to make the drink, she was more than curious to see what new creation they were introducing. Looking around, she noted the faces she didn't know, who seemed to live here. A man named Brooke with a dog named after a food was the newest individual to her. Perhaps she hadn't seen him the many times she had wandered about. Regardless, Tachibana waited ever so patiently for her new drink, stepping out of line and walking to the counter. Before she knew it, Ellie had returned with a colorful yellow frozen drink.
  
  As she took a sip, she could taste the unique flavors as they blended together to give a very sweet sensation in her mouth. "I rate this drink..." She placed a finger on her chin as if she was thinking hard about her opinion on the drink. "10 out of 10! It's amazing Ellie. You've outdone yourself once again." Tachibana giggled as she took another sip of the delicious drink before setting it down on the counter. Pulling out her wallet, she looked around for her card, "You should really experiment like this more often. It's quite the pleasant surprise." She had finally taken note of the paparazzi behind them, catching pictures of the famous Camila Seaside. Tachibana didn't admire her in the slightest. The way she could so easily bathe in the attention of everyone around her, the thought of it disgusted Tachibana. She could never be that open about her life.
  
  "Oh yea, I meant to ask you, if you're not working this weekend do you want to check out this bar I've heard so much about? It's called the Dierfiur Bar. I hear the owner treats everyone like family, and the drinks are amazing." Handing the card to Ellie, she allowed the girl to continue with her job. "I figure if you have some friends who need a drink or two, we could go there as a girl's night out or something."
  
  

  I rate this drink... 10 out of 10! Yuna

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  Araya Natsume

  

  Ari was glad that rice balls were so easy to make. Plus they were a portable snack, meaning he could wander aimlessly without worrying about where he's going to set his food. As the rice balls were finished, he packed them in a plastic container, small enough to fit in his large coat pocket, but big enough to hold the three extra rice balls he made besides the one already being eaten. As he walked out of his apartment door, he locked the door behind him before going to the lobby, and out the door.
  
  Something about the calm evening air always soothed him, and let him practice his music freely. He hummed and ate his rice ball while walking down the streets, not paying much attention to where he was going. Before long, he bumped into someone, and backed up, ensuring they didn't fall over. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention, please forgive me." While frantically apologizing, he took notice that the stranger he bumped into was a girl with quite the unique look as well as a cat in her bag. Granted he was rather unique himself, purple-blue hair and dull blue eyes all while wearing a heavy coat. "You're not hurt are you? I'm so sorry I bumped into you. Uh... I'm Ari..."
  
  

  Oh my, I'm so sorry! Ari

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[KarenAKAMint]

Eleanor (Ellie) May

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"Glad you liked it!" Ellie smiled, proud of her work. She placed the cash in the register as she listened to Tachibana talked about a bar. "Oh... I would love to go on a girls night but... I doubt I would even be allowed in. I am just 20-years-old. But I know someone who would love to go out and hang out," she answered, taking the card from Tachibana.

Ellie was called back to taking orders but continued to talk to her. "I'll see what I can do. Have a nice rest of your day!" Ellie quickly went back to barista mode as she continued to go through the line. Within the thirty minutes since the rush hour, she was able to get through them all. The rest of the baristas went around the cafe, taking orders and cleaning tables. Ellie stayed by the bar as she cleaned up the counter and cleared out the cashiers that needed the room. An hour and a half to go for her shift.

Location: Coffee Bree Cafe
Interacting: Tachibana DVationz
Mention: N/A​

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[Steve Freeling]

Location: Outside of Steve's Apartment
Interacting: Open
Mention: KarenAKAMint

Steve had thrown the expired food in the garbage. He and Jodie had walked out of the apartment and he was in the process of locking the door.
"Rat bastard tryin' to kill us. Damn!" he muttered under his breath, though still loud enough to be heard.
"Dad, there was no way you could have known."
"No way, Jo? The evidence was right in front of me; I was just too blind to see it. How could I be so stupid?!" He groaned while turning the key in the lock a final time.
"There's no use beatin' yourself up over it. That's only gonna make things worse than they already are." She grabbed him by the arm. "Look, Dad. We survived. It's over. Mom didn't get to shoot us or do any of those other things she threatened. We don't have to deal with Mom since she said she'd never go back to California."
"Wow." Steve was too flabbergasted by the moment of wisdom his daughter had just displayed to notice that the elevator door had opened.
After a few seconds, his head swiveled to the left.
"Huh?"

 

[AgWordSmith]

Her walk home was interrupted. Socks mewed in annoyance as Genevieve bounced backwards a little. After a moment of looking at the male before her she smiled at him. His looks intrigued to her. "Not hurt at all, there's no need for apologies. In fact it was meant to be. I'm Genevieve." She held her hand out to shake his. The air about him felt clean and free of mal intent. Certain that he would be better friend than foe her decision to greet him kindly would ultimately be for the better. Even if it did delay dinner for both her and socks and her possible trip to the bar. Though, somethings just had to be sacrificed to walk the path fate put before us when it chooses to do so.

"I hope our encounter didn't harm the food you made? It would be a shame if such hard, delicious work crumbled." She kept very close attention to his response after this. Sometimes people didn't notice When Genevive mentioned things supposedly unknown to her and other times, ended badly. But he was so open, it was so easy to see the places he'd been it was hard not to peer into the past. Plus she was hungry and even food in the past lured her. Honestly it was more of a skip of the tongue turned to a small test of character and a hidden request for food.
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Interacting: DVationz Ari
Located: Sidewalk somewhere En Route to Aparment Complex

 

[KarenAKAMint]

Malia Laine

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The elevator doors opened and Malia stroted out, checking her cell phone to find a new number. 'I was stupid to breakup with you, Lia. Come back to New York.' Malia cursed under her breath as she just locked her phone and look up to see a little girl and her father. For a moment she almost though he was a woman, but she new a woman when she saw one. "Good evening, you must be the new neighbors. I'm Malia Laine," she moved all of the bags on her right onto the left, with ease. With her right hand outstreatched to the man, she sifted he body a bit to the left as the weight of the clothes was clearly there, but Malia seemed to not even notice it.

Shaking her hand with the father, her phone went off. Rolling her eyes, she excused herself, "Sorry I have to see who that is." Quickly she read through the message and smiled, glad that her agent was fixing her ex-problem at the moment. "Sorry, my agent was just making sure I was okay. What brought you two to Suncrest? Hope not for a crazy ex like myself," she asked. She laughed to lighten the mood, but clearly, the topic was not a welcomed one as she looked between the two. She cleared her throat and continued, "I'm sorry... I try to make light of my situation..."

Location: Floor 5, Outside of Malia's Apartment
Interacting: Steve Steve Freeling
Mention: Lily​

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[Steve Freeling]

Location: The Fifth Floor
Interacting: Malia KarenAKAMint
Mention: Charlotte (though not by name)

Steve shook Malia's hand back in response. He waited for her to deal with whatever was on her phone before answering.
"I'm Steve Freeling and this is my daughter, Jodie. A crazy ex was part of it, she got toasted, beat up the cops and shot the house full of holes, but also, I moved to New York a few years ago, because she wanted to, and I wanted to come back home to California." He answered.
"She also called me and Dad 'stupid' all the time. She said she'd never go back to California. Oh, and when she shot the house full of holes? She was shooting at us. What kinda mother does that?" Jodie didn't bite her tongue and her voice took on the kind of blunt tone only a disgruntled eight-year-old could manage.
Steve really didn't want to talk about his ex-wife's antics anymore right now. "Well, at least it's over now." He said before changing the subject.
"You wouldn't happen to know where to get somethin' to eat, would ya?" An embarrassed laugh came through. "It looks like... all the food we had expired back in March and April."

 

[KarenAKAMint]

Malia Laine

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Malia was shocked by amussed by Jodie. He shocked look quickly turned to a smirk as she crouched down to her level and said, "You know, I like you kid. You remind me of myself when I was younger. Keep that stong spirit close to you. We need more brave ladies in the world." Malia booped Jodie's nose and gave her a quick wink. Getting up she nodded to Steve and answered, "The cafe in the lobby is still open. They serve about anything, there. I highly recommend it when you ever need a quick bite. You are lucky Movie night is next friday and not tonight."

She moved a bit out of the way as she continued, "I'll leave you two to go eat. I have clothes to put away." Malia lifted the ten large paper bags, which all clearly showed designer labels. If her appearance didn't show how much she enjoyed the good things in life, her apartment would. As she opened the door with the custom lock she had commissioned by the complex, you can see only pastel pink, white and gold. "If you guys ever need anything, I'm always a door away. It was nice meeting you guys," Malis gave them a final farewell before she slipped into her apartment and began to put away her new addition to her arsenal.

Location: Malia's Apartment
Interacting: Steve Steve Freeling
Mention: N/A​

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[NyxNightmare]

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  The lobby was filled with more bodies than it had been the day before. People must be preparing to head out for the night. Amara allowed the foreign yet familiar voices to pass over her ears. All jargon. Nothing interesting to stick around for. But it seemed more than one group mentioned something about the Diefiiur Bar. Such places were rather crowded towards the evenings. Especially on a weekend. Amara found herself naturally drifting away from crowded areas. As much as she adored observing others and their interactions between one another, crowded settings were sightly uncomfortable for the woman. Perhaps she was a tad bit claustrophobic?
  
  The cool air caressed her skin as Amara stepped outside; and she welcomed it. She hadn't made it too far until she witnessed a man collide with another woman several feet in front of herself. This could be worthwhile to observe. Walking off to the side, she distanced herself from them. Yet not too far as to miss the sound waves that traveled from their lips. The woman was beautiful. Her hair fashionable. Amara tipped her head down ever so slightly, watching her long midnight locks bleed over her knees. They almost touched the pavement below. If she had been sitting upon the ground it would. Such colors wouldn't suite someone like me. I'm satisfied being Rapunzel's shadow. She often compared her hair as so. The less attractive option would be the Grudge. But honestly the latter seemed most intriguing if she had to choose one.
  
  Not even hiding the fact she were watching, she brought her focus up towards the two off in front of her, she leaned against a nearby tree. It was one of those trees the city planted along the road in attempts to add a serene feel to the area. The tree could be struck by lighting from the sudden spring of a storm and topple over me. Crushing my skull fatally. Unlikely. But possible.
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  Watching Leon mix the necessary ingredients, she was lost in his actions briefly. It took skill to memorize the mass amount of drinks. Not to mention being aware of the slang terms for them as well. What was one location's White Russian was another one's Bloody Mary. Well, something like that. Kira wanted to call Leon out on the physical activity thing. I've seen you lift tons of boxes before that would be deemed quite heavy. But she let that slide. He passed her the drinks and prompted that everyone had a bad habit, including Kira herself. She merely smirked and commented as she placed the drinks upon her tray, "Me? The only bad habit that resides within myself is putting too much ketchup on my french fries."
  
  Kira's bad habits. You could probably say she had quite a few. But none that need to be mentioned at this given time per say. "And of course. Everyone loves me. But don't worry, you're still ranked number one according to the online poll Taylor set up last week." Some of the other waiting staff had set up a private poll online and given out access codes to customers to participate in. Most of the time the poll consisted of which drink should be set on a weekly special. But last week it was decided they would do a popularity contest for kicks.
  
  She was about to set off when Leon also mentioned leaving for the day tomorrow. Even though he usually explained these to be business related, Kira often visualized other events. He's so friendly and caring. Someone like him has to be hiding something. Maybe he secretly has a kid that he gets to visit once a month or so. Or perhaps he's secretly apart of the mafia...no he would be hella buff for that I reckon. I got it. He's secretly a serial killer and has to disappear every once in awhile to satisfy his fatal desires.Yeah, the possibilities were endless. "You can count on me Leon." She winked. The process wasn't new to her. Finding someone to fill in that was just as talented as Leon was difficult, but nothing to be nervous about. "I'll miss you! So come back asap." And she left to serve the table their drinks.
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  Ian was setting up his station at Evolve. Working as a tattoo artist on the weekends was sort of like a stress reliever for him. It was a way for him to express his artistic abilities and please others at the same time. Not that the latter struck him with happiness, but it was more a pride thing. His coworkers greeted him with a smile. One of them, Chad, nodded to him. "Now that you're here I'm going to head out. If your tummy's making the rumblies, Freya bought some pizza just a few minutes ago."
  
  "Thanks." Freya was Ian's ex-girlfriend. They had dated for a few months. You would think things would be weird now, but they weren't. It had been at least a year now since the break up, and as far as Ian was concerned, those feelings were long gone. He had never been seriously interested in her anyways. As he walked over beside her station to grab a slice out of the box, she flashed him a small smile, which he feigned recognition. It was easier this way. He knew what kind of person she was, and the moment he entertained her she would be all over him once more. Girls were vulnerable coming out of relationships. And she had left him the first time in order to become the fiance of some millionaire, only to be dumped a few weeks later.
  
  Ian refused to be trapped once again. So he made dinner a grab and go. Hustling by her as if he had an important client to tend to shortly. All I need are my cats. They are faithful and love me unconditionally. Well. Saber can be an ass at times....
  
  As he finished his pizza slice, the door chimed as someone walked into the shop. The others nodded to Ian to signify this one was his. Walking up behind the counter he met the man. A short fellow with a shaggy beard wearing a white tank and jeans. "What can I do for you?"
  "Well, you see I'm looking to get a cover up." As the man lifted up the corner of his shirt, the ungodly sight drew an amused smile from Ian's lips. "Fuck man. Please tell me you were flat wasted when this abomination was born."
  
  
  
  

  
  
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  Warren could be found, well, just about everywhere on this fine evening. The weather suited his tastes perfectly, and as he walked into the complex with his Canon 70D hung around his neck, he figured he would grab something quick to drink before making off again. He had been out taking some new photos to upload to his website under the section featuring the complex.
  
  As he strode up to the cafe counter, he patiently waited in line. He thought he heard a woman further in the front of the line speak about a girl's night at the Diefiur Bar. But his curiosity was piqued long beore he heard the words emitted from her mouth. As the last person in front of him parted from the counter, Warren raised his camera and pressed the record button. "And now, we take a sneak peek of the famous, beautiful, and talented Eleanor May in her natural environment. Watch closely as she flashes that to die for smile as she prompts the next customer in line for their order." He peeked up over the camera and laughed playfully. "How's your evening going Ellie? Rush isn't treating you too terribly is it?"
  
  Warren knew Ellie quite well. As he generally got permission to film events that took place at the complex and much more. His words earlier were friendly and warm. He wasn't flirting or anything. If he had been seriously, it would probably have come out completely wrong. It seemed he could only make words flow straight when he was in his acting mood. He always tried to make his subjects smile. "Give me something iced and creamy." He would answer her when she asked for his order.
  
  "I couldn't help but overhear earlier, about that bar. Are you thinking of going? It's been the talk of the town lately. I was thinking of tapping into that inner journalist side of me and interviewing them. Thought it might be cool to scope them out first tonight."
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Eleanor (Ellie) May

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Ellie said goodbye to the costumer as she looked up to the next costumer in line, but was instead met with a camera in her face with a familiar voice spook from behind it. Ellie couldn't help but smile and blush a bit at Warren's words. "I swear, you are more of a flirt then you clain you are not." Leaning on the counter, happy to only have Warren in line now and let out a tired sigh, "Rush hour is one of the best and worst times to be working, it's a curse... but hey, I wouldn't traid it for anything."

She got back up again and gave him another smile, "Who what are we making for you?" Once he announced one of his usuals, she laughed and began to work on it. She was halfway through making his Chocolate Mint Espresso Frappe when he brought up the talk of the bar. "I dought I'll be able to walk in and enjoy the fun. I'm underage when it comes to drinking. I don't know..." she answered as she placed his drink on the serving counter, "As much as it sounds fun to have ladies night, bars and drinking isn't my thing. I rather have a ladies night at a bonfire or the natural springs."

Ellie looked around the cafe, seeming a bit relieved that it was calm once more. Remembering that she wasn't on the morning shift, she wondered how Ian was, which caused her to turn a bit pink in the cheeks. "How's your brother? You haven't killed him with your cooking, have you?" she asked with a joking smile and laughed. She knew Warren was amazing in his craft, just liked to tease him. Realizing her question might have revealed more than it should she cleared her throat and said, "So, how is the site doing?"

Location: Coffee Bree Cafe
Interacting: Wareen NyxNightmare
Mention: Ian NyxNightmare​

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Alex

Location: Cafe

Nearby: Everyone in the cafe

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Alex smiled sheepishly as Brooke gave his name again. “Right, sorry Brooke. There’s just a lot of people in the building to try and remember.” He reached down and patted Alfredo’s head. He moved and took the seat across from Brooke before continuing.

“Oh if you need help, I’m more than happy to. As for me, I suppose that it’s going pretty good. My mythology class has started going in to the stories of Anansi. I’ve always found him fascinating so it’s really exciting. This place is so interesting don’t you think? So much mystery, so many unusual things and people, it’s perfect. Plus the history itself is fascinating. I’ve started taking some locational notes for my game idea, though I can’t decide if I should use Suncrest, this café, or find somewhere else for the base of operations. What do you think?”

Alex looked at his dogs who were dozing in the fading sunlight and smiled. This is the Seaside that I missed. The peaceful side. I must make sure to highlight it in my game, but for now…I’m just going to enjoy it.

 

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Location: Coffee Brew Cafe
Interactions: Alex Brinni
Mentions: Alex

Brooke shrugged slightly at his neighbor's apology, not caring too much that he didn't remember his name. Really, they had only exchanged names maybe one time and Brooke was so desperate for a friend he'd probably remember every bit of information somebody gave him. As Alex took the seat across from him, Brooke leaned down to tie Alfredo's leash to the table, not wanting to hold the dog the entire time he ate. He threw him another piece of his cookie before sitting up straight again.

Brooke realized Alex talked a lot. Which was good, he supposed. He talked a lot too. He did have a hard time keeping up with the load of question Alex asked, though. "I've never gotten much into Mythology, but it's good that you're excited. I've only been here for a short while, you see, I'm not too familiar with this history of this place. I didn't know it was very interested, maybe I'll look it up.

His mentioning of a game peaked his interest. "I think location would be easier to decide if you thought of which setting effected the point of the game even more. What sort of game is it?"

 

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Aubrey Graham

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Aubrey was stunned at Camila's response, he hadn't usually been shut down in such a way. Anywhere else, the girls usually just fell into his arms... this seemed to be very different. He tried his best not to freak out and storm off, the anger management therapy definitely seemed to be helping. How had she never heard of him? A worldwide phenom was what he was, platinum records at twenty-three, current billboard #100 first place holder. It was hard to believe it, how could she not have known him? Adding the, 'the' had just been a way of flirting for Aubrey, who was infuriated at this point. Still, he managed to control his anger. She'd chosen to call up someone else by the name of Spook, turning around to see a dark-haired, pale-skinned man.

"I'm not new to any business." He quickly replied to Spook. Before he could say anymore, Camila called out that she believed in second chances and walked off, a shallow smile forming on Aubrey's face. He sighed, filing into another elevator. He glared at Spook for a moment, but soon disregarded the man. He'd already isolated himself in the corner, that was punishment enough. A foreign voice spoke up in the midst of all this though, a purple-haired girl this time. Aubrey just glanced up, "I'm more of a summer type of guy, but fall's a'ight." He replied. Aubrey felt the awkward silence return, feeling rather guilty for the girl. "Hey, err... where 'ya headed? I've not any plans tonight, we could go down to an arcade or something?"

Location: Suncrest Complex
Interacting: Camila Seaside KarenAKAMint , Spook spookie Saren Hyatt NyxNightmare
Mention: N/A​

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nicholas 'spook' sterling

| location // elevator | mood // annoyed | currently // being annoyed by an ego | with // saren, aubrey |

Spook spent a fair amount of time giving dirty looks to the so-called celebrity he shared the elevator with, finding him and his obvious self-obsession nearly intolerable. He'd dealt with people like this before in the music industry, and it never got any more pleasant.

His usual bitterness was interrupted by a pretty girl with purple hair, who he already found infinitely more pleasant than Mr. Ego.

She asked a question about fall, and Nick was swift at answering it, that being his favorite season and all.

"Absolutely... it's the best season, especially with all that candy around."

Nicholas offered the girl a slight but genuine smile, before being cut off by the guy he'd been trying so hard to tune out. He asked her out on what the young musician could only assume was a date, which made him visibly cringe.

Not only did this guy have an ego problem, but he also treated women like playthings. Ugh.

Thinking quickly, he smirked at him before turning his attention back to the young woman. "You're free to go with him if you'd like, but we had plans to meet up with a few friends and see a movie tonight, didn't we?"

Well, Spook had done his best. He could only hope she caught on to what he was doing and didn't fall for the obvious player.
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