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Beginning setting:
Just before the welcome BBQ
Beginning of July, current year
Fuckin' hot outside (maybe high 80s, low 90s temp)

 

[erzulie]

Afiya Kraus

Afiya slid her second earring into her ear while gazing at her reflection in her vanity mirror. As usual she was dressed in impress. The new neighbors were having a barbecue as a way to celebrate their move and as a way to get to know everyone. Just as she clasped her earring Afiya felt a tug on her dress. Looking down the Italian woman smiled as she gazed down at her daughter. The girl was a beauty, with her father’s wild hair and her mother’s smile. Little Ariana Kraus was a perfect mixture of both her parents and the light of Afiya life. She was currently dressed to match her mother. Her dress was the same shade of blue but with roses decorating the straps. Afiya had braided her hair into a crown and added a flower. The little girl gazed up at her mother with adoration and excitement in her eyes.

“Madrè, will there be any kids that I can play with at the bbq?” She asked hopefully. Ariana usually find out who she’d be playing with from her mother. Afiya would set up playdates for her daughter, she was very picky about who her child was around, her parents had been the same with her.

Afiya leaned down to straighten her child’s dress a bit. “I’m not sure vita mia, we’ve only just arrived so I was not able to find out about any neighborhood children. Don’t worry, madrè will make sure that you’ll have some friends to play with. Remember that you’ll be enrolled in school soon.” Afiya placed a kiss on her forehead. “Now let me get a good look at you. You look beautiful Ari.” She chuckled when Ariana gave her a twirl.

Afiya walked to her bed where her heels lay. The heiress sat down to sleep the high heels on. Afiya had always been a lover of a nice pair of shoes and out of all of the types, she was a high heel lover. Her closet was filled with them. For a moment she wondered where her husband could be.

Mentions: Sook Jasper
Interactions:: Ariana
Outfit: X X​

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[Sook]

Downstairs in the min kitchen of the Kraus household jasper was hard at work.... baking. Unbeknownst to his lovely Italian wife he had dismissed the kitchen staff today and was busy preparing a warm tray of Bethmännchen. German cookies made with almonds and marzipan his father's mother used to make him when he was a little kid. She'd died a few years ago now, but she had left the family her cook book, which Jasper liked to display in the kitchen because it was a part of his family, and sometimes, if he was honest, he felt a little bit swamped with his wife's traditions. So baking his grandmothers traditional snacks was something he did a lot for events like this one.

Jasper still looked pretty rough. Honestly, he never really had to cook for himself very often, and he'd been very slow to follow each handwritten instruction, wanting to make them right. His hands were covered in flour, and the black apron he wore was almost turned white, and stained with batter. The dishes lay unwashed in the sink, not yet leaded into their dishwasher. Since he'd dismissed the staff for the day, he'd have to do that when he got home. While the cookies finished up in the oven he dashed upstairs to get changed. Just as he entered the master bedroom he noticed his wife, already ready in a lovely blue dress, and his little girl dressed similarly.

He smiled warmly "You two look lovely as ever" He told them "I'd better get ready as well." He popped into the walk in wardrobe and shut the door gingerly behind him. He put on a simple black T-shirt and some tan cargo shorts. He put a comb through his wild brown hair and returned to the girls once he was done. "Give me one moment girls, I just have to finish something up, I'll be at the door soon" He kissed his wife on the cheek and his daughter on the head before going back to his kitchen and retrieving the Almond sweets from the oven. Using oven gloves, he placed them on a decorative plate and covered them over before heading towards their front door.

 

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RYLAN PIERCE

THE TOXIC ONE

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mood: aggravated af
location: grocery store
outfit: look at me

She had one job.

One fucking job. Yet, she had managed to completely fuck it up. Typical Blaire.

The brunette grumbled to himself, knock-off aviators pressed to his face as he waited in the deli line. Blaire had decided it was a good idea to invite the whole neighborhood to their home for a bbq. Did people even do bbq's anymore? Apparently Blaire did. He knew that he shouldn't have let her go to the store alone, but against his better judgement he did and she came back with the wrong things. 1: Who the fuck eats chicken legs? 2: WHO THE FUCK GETS YELLOW CHEESE FOR CHEESEBURGERS. No one, that is who.

"Here you go sir, white american cheese." Rylan grabbed the package of cheese, turning on his feet and heading straight to the cashier. Yeah, he could be pissed off but at least he could enjoy a burger with the right type of cheese. Once checked out, he slipped out the front door and into his blue Subaru CRV grinning at the pup sitting in the passenger seat. "You good girl?" He murmured, patting the small dog on the head for a moment before turning the key in the ignition and taking off.

Rylan pulled up into their driveway, turning the car off once he had it in park. He eyed the dark home, frowning ever so slightly. It seemed as if Blaire and himself never could get along for two minutes yet she wanted them to host a neighborhood party. Rylan's lips lifted into a smile as he thought about the whole situation. Maybe she actually knew what she was doing. The whole neighborhood would come, see them fight, and never come around again. Fuck, she was a genius.

Stepping out of the car, he waited for Mitzy to jump out behind him before he shut the door and locked the car. "Hey Bee." He called, stepping into the front door with the package of white cheese the small dog now barreling in through the door and into the home. He shut the door, tossing his keys in the small bowl on the stand next to the door. "Bee, I'm sorry for getting pissed about the cheese." He called out again, moving into the kitchen to put the package into the fridge.

 

[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: irritated, insecure.

outfit: click here.

Blaire had a jittery feeling in her stomach as she got herself ready for the event. Rylan had gone out, albeit after lots of yelling and arguing over cheese and chicken legs, to grab what he thought was appropriate for a barbecue, so Bee was left at home alone for the time being. She'd decided to spend it getting ready. Guests would be arriving shortly and she wanted everything to be perfect. After all, these were her new neighbours.

By the time Rylan came through the door half an hour later, the young woman was all dressed up with her hair in soft waves and a few pieces of jewelry on her ears, neck, and fingers. Overhearing her fiancé calling out for her from the foyer, Bee couldn't help but grumble to herself, irritation prickling her skin. Of course he was sorry now. But had that stopped him from yelling at her for choosing orange cheese for their barbecue earlier? No. And was she still pissed off about that? Absolutely.

Trudging down the stairs, she came to a stop in the foyer, eyebrows raising as she realized Rylan was already making his way into the kitchen, Mitzy on his heels. Blaire sighed softly, but followed after them, her arms crossing over her chest. "Prove to me you're really sorry," she mumbled, green eyes flickering upwards to catch his as she pouted. This was a typical Bee move; get yelled at and then make Ry apologize in a way that soothed her underlying anxiety. It happened every time they fought and though she knew it was rather ridiculous to get so insecure about something as minimal as arguing over cheese, she couldn't help it. That frustrating zing of insecurity followed her everywhere.

What helped, not that Blaire would admit it, was Mitzy herself. Though the girl might have been allergic to the small dog, she thankfully didn't shed much, meaning her allergies just barely tolerated her. As a small, wet nose brushed her bare leg, Bee couldn't help but to crouch down in order to pat the small animal, the softest of smiles breaking through her earlier pout.

Damn Mitzy for breaking up her pouting act for Rylan.

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MAGGIE

Location:
bedroom

Mentions:
Nate ( Winona )

Interactions:
none yet

The day was proving to be a gorgeous one-- sunny skies, warm weather. Perfect for the BBQ that she and Nate had been invited to. A small part of her still couldn't believe that she was here. With Nathaniel Maddox, of all people. When they'd first met at 11:11, if someone had told her that they would be engaged... she might have actually punched them. Nathaniel Maddox wasn't her ideal man-- he was pompous, rich, spoiled, cocky; everything she absolutely hated in a man.

Yet somehow, they'd started a game of cat and mouse. And somewhere between catty comments and petty jealousy, she fell in love. They fell in love. She would never forget the way it felt when he trapped her between him and the wall, smirking that god-damned smirk at her before capturing her lips in a kiss that blew all the others out of the water.

God damn him.

Her lips twisted into a small smile as she completed the wing on her eyeliner, settling back flat on her feet afterwards to inspect both eyes. The wings matched well enough-- it was as good as it was gonna get. She wasn't really practiced in the art of makeup; hell, the eyeliner she'd just used had cost her about a dollar. But she wanted to look nice, both for her soon to be husband (if they didn't push the date back again) and the neighbors. First impressions lasted forever, right?

She was determined to make this one a good one. After all, this was supposed to be a start over point for her and Nate. After pushing back the date to their own wedding twice, they heard about the houses in this neighborhood and took their chance. They'd only just moved in, but already, the atmosphere felt different. Maybe because it wasn't exactly a rich neighborhood like at his place, or the slums like at hers.

After getting dressed and completing the look with a pair of earrings she'd lifted a few years back, she realized that during all that time, she'd had no idea where Nate was. "Hun?" She called through the house, pausing to listen for him. "You about ready? It's almost one o'clock."

Spoiler: Current Outfit

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The sound of Blaire's voice startled the brunette as he closed the refrigerator, focusing his gaze on the pouting blonde next to him. He would never admit it but he loved pouty Blaire. She always tried so hard to make him feel any type of empathy. She was one of the few who could pull it out of him....sometimes. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it as Blaire reached down to now pat Mitzy on the head. That dog seemed to always save the day. Mitzy was the best wingman a man could have. Ladies couldn't resist that little face.

"Bee, come on you know I'll make it up to you." He chimed, leaning down so he could get on her level. His fingers found her chin, pulling her face up to meet his own. He smiled softly, his lips parting for a moment. "Do you want me to make it up to you now? Before our guests arrive?" Rylan hummed, he thumb rubbing the blonde's cheek. He always made it up to her with sex. Why? Well, he was fucking good at it.

The brunette kneeled fully on the ground, his left hand now brushing against Blaire's right shoulder while his right hand made its way from her chin to her left shoulder. "You know I can't handle this outfit." He breathed, his teeth now showing as he smiled widely for the girl. Within seconds he had the small girl up and into his arms, making his way back up the stairs of their home. Yeah, fuck it they had like maybe a half hour before everyone arrived. If they arrived before they were done they could wait.
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[Winona]

Nate

A pass-time of Nate's that had developed since getting engaged to Maggie. He'd already gotten dressed, after finally deciding on a simple white button down shirt, and a pair of dark jeans. Normally Nate would've worn a blazer or nice jacket but with the ungodly heat outside, the white button down would have to do. His father had always taught him that first impressions were everything, and being dressed for success was the best way to go. So normally, Nate always dressed like he was preparing for some serious job interview.

Stupid hot July. Ruining his outfits.

Anyway, whilst waiting for Maggie to get ready (typical girls with their makeup), Nate was stretched out on one of the couches, watching videos on his phone. It was his secret "hobby" -- watching these videos whenever he was stressed from work, or after a fight with Maggie, or while he was sprawled out on a sofa.

"Oh yeah, baby... you clean that floor."

He was so intrigued by the video that he hardly even heard Maggie's footsteps coming down the stairs. But then her shrill voice called his name, and Nate quickly fumbled with his phone, closing out the video he had been watching of a roomba vaccuming the floor. It was something that he missed from living with his parents. Who knew that some people did have robots to vacuum for them, or staff to make sure everything was clean? It was still a foreign idea to Nate, and probably the biggest learning curve since moving in with Maggie.

He hopped off of the couch, smoothing down his slightly disheveled shirt, and slipping his phone into his pocket. "Just looking at some things while I was waiting." He explained, tucking his shirt back into place as he crossed the room to meet Maggie. "Wow," he said with a whistle. "You look amazing." Nate smiled and took Maggie's hand, twirling her so he could see the entire dress, and then stopping her with his hands resting on the small of her back. "Everyone is going to be all over you."

Nate held her like that for a moment before speaking again. "You made something for the barbecue, right?" They couldn't show up empty-handed, after all, and this was white soccer mom suburbia. Showing up with something not hand-made would instantly ruin their credibility with the whole neighborhood! "First impressions are key."

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[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: irritated, insecure.

outfit: click here.

Blaire might have been allergic to Mitzy, but she simply couldn’t resist that dog’s adorable puppy face. It was as though the pup knew it, too, for she soaked up the attention she was getting from the woman until Rylan interrupted them. Blaire lifted her head as he leaned down and placed his fingers on her chin, a sly smile automatically appearing on her features at his words. Oh, she knew he’d make it up to her. That’d been why she asked.

”Mhm, make it up to me now. Then I’ll be in a good mood when the guests arrive,” the blonde reasoned, shooting her fiancé a little grin before laughing as he scooped her up into his arms only moments later. She looped her arms around his neck, her cheek leaning against his shoulder as if they’d done this a thousand times.

Well, okay. They had done this a thousand times. Their relationship was fiery for a reason and it wasn’t just the arguments that were to blame.

Blaire let Rylan carry her up the stairs, a smirk now playing on her lips. ”I wore this outfit with you in mind, obviously,” she whispered into his ear, biting down on her bottom lip as she wondered how he’d react. In some ways, the girl had to admit she liked fighting with Ry. It fired them up and those arguments often turned into hot sex, something she definitely wasn’t going to turn down. Even now, when they had literally half an hour before guests were supposed to be showing up. ”You’re gonna have to be quick today, babe. We really only have half an hour,” she teased in a sultry whisper.

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[erzulie]

Afiya Kraus

“Thank you.” Afiya replied to her husband. She turned her attention to Ariana who smiled brightly when her father complimented her. Afiya said nothing when Jasper finished getting dressed, instead she only purses her lips. She had come to accept that, while his sense of style was practical and put together, he wasn’t as interested in fashion as she was. Afiya had given up on trying to dress him up long ago. After he left the room the Italian headed downstairs with her daughter after grabbing her purse. Afiya quickly grabbed the wine that she’d gotten for the couple out of the freezer. There were two bottles and they were placed in a medium sized bucket of ice. Wine was one of the many things that Italian people would give as house warming gifts, such as bread or rice, even a broom was seen as a wonderful gift.

The kitchen smelled heavenly if she were to be honest. Afiya had no idea what Jasper could bake. But given how busy she was, there was a lot of things that she didn’t know about him. Afiya walked to the front door. “Okay, now that everyone is ready we can leave.” She said. Afiya locked the door behind them as they left. Since the neighbors house was walking distance there was no need for them to take the car. And seeing as she was used to wearing heels for long periods of time, her feet would be fine.

Ariana eyed her father curiously, or rather the plate in his hand. She’s gotten a whiff of whatever he’d been baking and she liked it. The girl smiled sweetly at her father, batting her lashes. “Papà, what’s in your hand? It smells really good…” She trailed for a moment. “Are they cookies? Can I have one?”

Afiya shook her head at her daughter’s antic. “Ariana, I’m sure that they’ll be sweets at the barbecue, you can have some after you eat.” She was quick to try and shut it down. Afiya knew that her daughter could get greedy when it came to things like cookies. And her father was not one to deny his princess.

Mentions: Sook Jasper
Interactions:: Jasper & Ariana
Outfit: X X​

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MAGGIE

Location:
headed to bbq

Mentions:
Nate ( Winona )

Interactions:
Nate ( Winona )

Maggie really only dressed up like this when she wanted to go out. At home, she was perfectly content in some shorts, jeans, or leggings with her favorite oversized flannel shirt or a tank top. Although she'd gone out often, especially when making Nate jealous, it still didn't compare to how often she'd sat at home with the twins.

"You made something for the barbecue, right?"

At first, his words didn't register in her mind. With his hand on the small of her back, and his obvious like of her outfit, she'd leaned in closer to him to wrap her arms around him. Breathing in his scent, she nearly choked on it once she realized what he'd asked.

Oh, my god.

No she hadn't made anything for the barbecue. She'd been so fucking focused on first impressions that she'd forgotten how to make a good first impression! Pushing back from him, she pursed her lips, though forced a smile just as quick. "Of course I did." She pulled back, casting a glance into the kitchen. "Be right back."

Pausing to press a quick kiss to his lips, she took off into the kitchen and yanked open the fridge. Most of the stuff in there was stuff they'd brought from the old home, but damn it she had to find something.

A few minutes later she had a masterpiece.

Okay, not really. Far from it, actually. But it would work. On a christmas platter she'd found stashed in a cabinet, she'd torn apart lunchmeat-- ham and turkey-- and made two neat piles. Sliced cheese-- yellow and white-- had been broken into fourths and lined up down the middle. And on each side, some unsalted saltines sat as well.

It would have to work.

On the way out of the kitchen with her santa platter, she remembered something else. Doubling back, she grabbed the sparkling grape juice from the fridge and covered the platter with saran wrap. "Ready!" The whole process had only taken a few minutes, though it felt like forever, and might have felt that way to Nate, too. She headed for the front door, tray and grape juice in hand.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

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[Winona]

Nate

His smile and easy-going mood faded when Maggie walked back into the room, with a Christmas plate full of obvious deli meat and... what the fuck was that cheese even? He looked from the plate of food to Maggie, his expression full of disgust and absolute, well, horror. "This?! This is what you whipped up? Might as well just go pull something out of the garbage. It would probably look better than that." He said, glaring at the plate in disgust once again. "Fucking Christmas shit in July."

Nate was still grumbling insults about the plate, but it was too late to try and come up with anything else. "C'mon, we better get over there before we're late." Bringing a dish fit for the trash and being late were not in Nate's forte. He could only deal with one shitty part of this first impression, after all, so without another word to Maggie, Nate huffily slipped on his shoes and stepped outside in the overly hot day, holding the door for Maggie as he did so, and catching a closer look of that catastrophe.

"You couldn't even cut the cheese, you had to rip it?" Nate shook his head in absolute disgust. "I'll show you how to use this magical little device called a knife when we get back from the BBQ." His voice still dripped with anger as they started down the street towards the house. Everyone else would undoubtedly show up with much better dishes than them.

God. Poor people. They never did things properly.

Walking towards them was another couple, with a little girl clinging to the wife's hand. They had managed to dress appropriately, and even had a beautiful plate with amazing looking desserts! "And now we're definitely going to be seen as the poor, lazy couple." He grumbled. "With a fiancee that can't even be bothered to use a knife."

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[Sook]

He had to admit, Mr and Mrs Klaus looked like quite the odd pair. Alfiya was stunning, and always looked her best. Not a single hair was out of place, not a single wrinkle in any of her designer clothing. Jasper was tidy, but very practical. When it was hot, he wore shorts and a shirt, his hair was often left un-brushed and fell about his face in varying tufts. His hands were worn and full of the kind of old scars one gets from working with them for a number of years before he got his cushy designer job. But the worst part was, his mother and father looked the exact same, yet they were so in love? Funny how Jasper let himself get here, and all the time with the same fake smile on his lips. As he walked towards the door to match pace with his wife he felt heavy with these thoughts, but then as he saw Ariana, his little girl, he forgot about himself entirely.

She was clinging to her mothers hand and stealing glances at the cookies in his hands. he knew what she was about to ask and he also knew what her mother would say. It all unfolded just the way he thought it would and he gave Ariana an apologetic look. "I'll make sure I save one for you later, beautiful" He said gently patting her on the head. They were approaching the house now and he was starting to see other couples arriving too. A rather irritable looking (But highly attractive) young man followed by a pretty young woman were closest to them. Jasper approaced with an easy-going smile "Hello, neighbor" He said pleasantly "I'm Jasper, this is my beautiful wife Alfiya and daughter Ariana." He said, gesturing with one hand and holding the assorted cookies with the other "Great to finally start meeting everyone! Good day for a Barbecue" He looked around briefly, expecting to see the host nearby. When he didn't he headed towards the door with their new neighbors and gave it a couple brisk knocks.

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Blaire drove him mad.

She was his drug. His own personal brand of nicotine. So bad for him but oh so good too. Rylan leaned the side of his head against the top of her own, grinning at the words leaving her mouth into his ear. Fuck, she was good. Pushing the door to their bedroom open with his foot, Rylan hastily made his way in tossing the girl onto their bed. "Slow and steady wins the race, babe." He grinned, pulling the black t-shirt over his head in one swift motion before hovering over the small blonde. He pressed his nose into the nook of her neck before his lips touched her collar bone softly. "Don't scream and they will think we didn't hear them. They'll wait." He murmured before moving his face up to her own now pressing his lips against her own plump ones.

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It had been quicker than he liked, but the obnoxious barking from Mitzy downstairs was enough to kill the vibe. He should have put her outside. Rylan pulled the shirt back over his head, running a hand through his curly locks before shooting a grin over at Blaire putting herself back together. "I'll meet you downstairs Bee, you take longer to get ready." He blew out a kiss, making his way out of the bedroom door while his fingers fumbled with his jeans to re-button them. "Mitz! Hey! Hush!" He called watching the small corgi turn from the door, now running to Rylan. Quickly he made his way to the door, opening it until he was in front of the group of people on his doorstep. Well, isn't this a bunch?

There was a christmas plate full of deli meat and cheese--literally ripped up being held by a beautiful woman who stood next to what Rylan assumed was her partner who looked incredibly pissed off. Then there was an overdressed couple who didn't look like they fit together with expensive looking wine, enough deserts to feed an orphanage, and a child who was as cute as a fucking button.

"So I'm Rylan, thank's for coming Blaire is coming down any minute now...we were blowing..." He eyed the small girl, a smile coming to his lips before he refocused on the group. "Bubbles." He finished his statement, unsure of how he was supposed to talk around children. Rylan never was a "kid" guy they never really seemed to like him. "I'm bubbles if you know what I mean." Rylan winked before letting a laugh escape his lips. He took a step back, opening the door fully now so the group could come into their home. Mitzy let out a soft bark, her small legs almost tripping over themselves as she barreled into the little girl. "Oh, and that's Mitzy...and Quinn should be down soon."
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[erzulie]

Afiya Kraus

Afiya was actually surprised that Jasper had denied their daughter. She looked down to see the child pouting. Despite how cute she looked Afiya remained stern. “You heard what your papà said, you will get some later.” She squeezed her hand gently. Afiya then turned her attention to the other couples. Jasper was already speaking to a rather attractive looking couple. Afiya took a moment to look them over. When she saw the Christmas plate in the other woman hand she raised an arched brow. And was that...ripped up cheese and lunch meat on the plate? Afiya had never seen something so...honestly she couldn’t even think of a word. She’s have to warn Ariana and her husband away from that particular dish. Afiya smiled prettily at the couple as she did her assessment. “Hello, I see that we aren’t the only ones who have come baring gifts.” She lifted the little ice bucket on her arm, the expensive bottle of wine clearly visibly.

Ariana smiled up at the couple. “Ciao! It’s nice to meet you.”

Afiya walked to the door with her husband, waiting patiently as he knocked on the door. Before long the door opened and one of their host appeared. Afiya looked him over and found nothing wrong, yet. She did however get his little joke about blowing bubbles. “My my…” She said lowly. The woman’s eyes widened sor a brief moment when they’re dog come barreling towards her daughter.

Ariana’s eyes widened as well as she was not used to dogs. Her mama owned a pretty cat named Majesty and she wasn’t very playful. “Oh. She’s really pretty...but I don’t want to mess up my dress.” She said politely. Ariana stepped inside with her parents and looked around.

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Interactions:: Jasper Sook , Nate Winona , Maggie apolla , Rylan yousmelldead
Outfit: X X​

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LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: "i hate this neighbourhood already"

location: in front of the pierce's house

outfit: click me

with: the parents, ugh. ju-won (49) and hee-ra (47)

interaction: patiently waiting to greet yousmelldead & co

He watched from afar as his parents bickered in front of him.

Lee Dong-Hyun was over this place already. They had been here for a grand total of six days and he wanted out. Well, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the neighbourhood. He just hated the fact that he was still living with his parents. And the fact that they had used his brother’s life insurance money to purchase the said house that they were living in. Sure, his parents ensured him that it was a sound investment and that Dong-Woo would’ve wanted them to live like this. Hyun begged to differ. His brother had always commented on how wonderful their childhood home was. Yes, it was small. But it was full of character. Instead, his parents thought it was the best option to jump ship and grab a house three times the size of their childhood home. I mean, what else was there to do with money left over from your son’s life insurance and will?

“I don’t see why we need to even go.” His Appa, Ju-Won, grumbled in Korean to his wife as they walked down the pathway. “We will barely see them unless they come to the restaurant.”

“You stupid man.” Hee-Ra snapped at her husband “We need to tell them about the restaurant, so they come to the restaurant”

Oh, that was Umma for you. She was always looking for ways to getting rich quick. Nothing like greeting the neighbours with flyers for your business, right? Oh, her business. Sorry. Dong-Won’s business which he had technically left in Hyun’s hands in his will but their parents decided that Hyun wasn’t old nor mature enough to run it by himself. And whilst he was still living under his parent’s roof, he listened to what they said. He respected them, even if their thoughts and beliefs were completely out of whack. The way they acted and behaved sometimes. Man, it was like they were still living in Korea. Not to mention that the pair of them had such an old way of thinking, having both been born in the 1970s. A prime example would be the fact that not only was Ju-Won carrying a box of cupcakes, Hee-Ra was carrying a container of fresh Kimchi she had also made. She told Hyun that it was very impolite to arrive at someone’s house without offering them a traditional and sweet dish. Well, that was one way of pissing off the neighbours. Making their house smell like fermented cabbage.

Hyun walked silently behind his bickering parents, his hands in his pockets as he gazed around to see the other neighbours standing in front of the house that seemed to be where the party was being held at. And great. It looked like his parents were going to be those people. You know those people at the parties. The oldest ones. The ones who complained about the music being too loud or talking about how it’s important to drink ginseng tea every morning for your digestion. The nineteen-year-old boy let out a heavy sigh, wondering if there were even going to be anyone his age here at the party.

As they approached the house, Hyun made sure to stand behind his parents. After all, they were the ones in charge. They came to a stop a few steps behind the neighbours who were currently at the door being greeted as if to wait for their turn. They didn’t want to intrude on the conversation which they were having and so they patiently waited for their turn to be greeted.

 

[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: that 'happy after sex' mood.

outfit: click here.

Rylan never failed to satisfy in bed. Although their little heated session had been much shorter than Blaire would have liked, it still left her in a good mood as they finished up and began to throw their clothes back on. She had just slipped on her underwear and bra when Rylan shot her that grin, the one that made her toes curl, causing her to beam right back at him. "Mkay, baby," the blonde hummed, biting down on her bottom lip as her fiancé left the room to let their guests in.

Bee knew they were all here by now (she could hear them by the door, talking amongst one another after one of them had knocked), but it didn't bother her even the slightest bit that she and Rylan had kept them waiting. Besides, it hadn't even been that long. Rylan was just that good. Smirking to herself, the young woman quickly pulled on her black romper, hat, and booties once more before fluffing up her curls in the mirror.

A minute later, Blaire was downstairs in the foyer, the soft click of her boots against the hardwood announcing her arrival. "Hi, welcome. Sorry if we kept you waiting," she greeted, a knowing smirk on her lips as she sidled up beside Rylan, her hands gently grasping his arm. "I'm Blaire, by the way," the blonde added, a sickly sweet smile now forming on her lips as she curiously eyed the group now entering their home.

Quite the bunch they were, too. The couple who entered first, with their daughter Bee quickly realized, seemed posh and well brought up, an expensive bottle of wine nestled into the ice bucket on the woman's arm. The next couple she glanced at were cute together, though what she saw in the woman's hands had Blaire laughing under her breath before she could stop herself. A Christmas platter? Ripped cheese? How adorable. And last but not least... a younger kid with his parents. He looked to be maybe three or four years younger than her and damn shy if the way he was standing behind his parents was any indication.

"Well, make yourselves at home. You can bring your platters through to the backyard," Blaire announced, her voice loud and shrill for everyone to hear. Letting go of Ry, she turned and led the way through the house towards the backyard, where they had set up tables and chairs and the grill.

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[apolla]

MAGGIE

Mentions:
Hyun & his parents ( weldherwings )

Interactions:
Nate ( Winona ); Afiya & Arianna ( erzulie ); Jasper ( Sook ); Rylan ( yousmelldead ); Blaire ( sereiin )

Maggie could tell the instant her fiance's mood shifted, and it caused an automatic shift of her own to match. Glancing down at the tray in her hands, she could have slapped Nate across the face with it, ripped up cheese slices and deli meat and all. Instead, she just pursed her lips and shrugged, pretending that his shit mood didn't phase her. "It's better than nothing. Christmas is supposed to put people in good moods, anyway."

Following him out of the door, half surprised he even bothered to hold it for her, she shot him a look at his comment. "Oh I know how to use a knife." She warned him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "And I know where the space between your ribs is, too. So watch it." Purposefully bumping him with her hips as she moved past him, she started towards the house where the barbecue was being held.

Plastering a smile on her face as the others came into view, her grip tightened on the tray as Nate whispered harshly beside her. "News flash, Nate. We are the poor couple." It wasn't a secret that he wasn't rich himself like his parents, nor was it a secret that he was accustomed to a certain lifestyle.

Well, Maggie couldn't provide that lifestyle for him. He'd known that.

"Hi!" She greeted the other couple warmly, not bothering to hide the tray in her hands. She wasn't the one embarrassed by Santa. "It's nice to meet y'all, too. I'm Maggie, and this is my fiance Nate."

The door opened then, and the first thing Maggie noticed-- and heard-- was Mitzy. "How cute!" The same could be said about the male that followed. She nearly snorted at the bubbles comment, though the older couple behind them didn't seem quite as amused. Everyone started shuffling inside, and Maggie glanced up as she heard someone else approaching.

The girl who introduced herself as Blaire looked absolutely satisfied, and Maggie tried to hide a knowing smirk as she started towards the backyard. "Looks like you two had fun blowing bubbles."

Spoiler: Current Outfit

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[yousmelldead]

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They were all off to a great start.

Rylan was almost positive he had managed to completely piss off the woman with the fine wine...and scare the poor little girl with their damn corgi. He felt Blaire's hands grasp his arm slightly as her voice rang through his ears. Thank god for Blaire. This was her little shindig after all. He eyed the woman holding the christmas plate once more, grinning at her amused snort from his bubbles comment. She was going to be a keeper. "Mitz, don't attack the poor girl." He leaned down, scooping the small dog up into his arms only to be attacked by the pup's tongue on his neck.

He allowed Blaire to take charge, standing quietly next to her as she encouraged the group into their home and to the back yard. He should probably start the burgers, he was fucking starving. "Bee, I didn't even have to go get the right cheese. Santa baby over here brought it for us." Rylan grinned, placing Mitzy on the ground so she could run after the small girl yet again, this time not jumping but sticking close to Ariana's small legs.

Turning his head, he managed to see a new group show up this time a son and his two parents? He quirked an eyebrow, pulling his lips up into a smile as he held his hand out. Old folk's seemed to like handshakes, right? "I didn't catch you guys there, I'm Rylan. Thanks for coming." He spoke quickly, waiting for the older man to shake his hand before he opened the door wider so they could come in. "How old are you?" Rylan questioned the boy standing behind his parents, there was no way he was a day over eighteen. Pushing nineteen, maybe. "My sister, Quinn, is around somewhere. She should be around your age." He winked, a grin now taking over before he moved into the house to follow after Blaire. The last thing he needed was her to throw those fucking chicken legs onto the grill before the burgers. No one wants salmonella with their burgers.

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[yousmelldead]

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She was late.

Shocker.

Quinn groaned as she tossed her small frame up and over the white fence into the backyard of her brother, Rylan, and Blaire's home. She hadn't left work early enough like she had promised the two. The neighborhood was definitely already there, by the barking of that god-awful dog Mitzy. The blonde was quiet, make-shifting her way the side of the house up to her open bedroom window thank god the house had lots of ledges and windows or she'd be fucked.

Tumbling in through the window, Quinn was quick to undo her blouse, tossing it to the floor amongst the dirty pile of clothes scattered around the floor. She quickly got dressed with the cleanest thing she had, pulling her hair up in a messy half up-do before slipping out her bedroom door. Sure, she smelled like hazelnut syrup and coffee grounds but who didn't love that smell?

Peering over the balcony of the top of the stairs, she saw Rylan ushering some people in while Blaire must have already gotten the rest of the bunch inside. "Perfect timing." She beamed, high-fiving herself internally as she quietly slipped down the stairs making sure her converse didn't tap too hard on the wooden surface. The blonde rounded the stairs, completely missing the group as she made her way out the back door, right before anyone had made it outside. If Blaire or Rylan asked, she was out here waiting the whole time.

Perfect, act like you've been out here forever.

Quinn placed herself on top of one of the tables, her legs now crossing each other while she leaned back on her elbows. The girl should have been an actress. "Look bored Quinn." She muttered to herself, placing a pout onto her lips and shrugging her eyebrows lightly.[/div][/div]

 

[weldherwings]

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: "yo. that's an angel"

location: backyard

outfit: click me

with: the parents, ugh. ju-won (49) and hee-ra (47)

MENTION: yousmelldead [Quinn + Rylan]

As the door opened and the host of the barbeque began to greet everyone, Hyun watched patiently behind his parents. Ju-Won turned to his son, pointing to his mother. “Take the Kimchi from your Umma, so she can properly greet the new neighbours” his Appa instructed him in their native tongue. Hyun, who had been daydreaming as he waited with his hands in his pockets, looked at his Appa with wide eyes. It took him a moment or two to realise what his parents were saying as he moved his hands to readjust the strap of his backpack. Even though they were at this barbeque which was only a few metres away from their house, he wanted to make sure he had a change of clothes for when he had to duck off to work. His parents had the day off today and so it was Hyun and Seung-Min’s – an old family friend’s – shift today. And thank God his parents weren’t going to be there because when they were, the place was like a living hell.

“Oh, sorry.” Hyun responded in Korean, quickly taking the container from his Umma’s hands. As he held onto it with both hands, his Appa then placed the container of cupcakes on top of the Kimchi container. The two of them then turned around to see that they were being greeted by the man of the house. They shook his hands, giving him small head nods as they introduced themselves and thanked him for inviting them with their broken English before walking through. Hyun was making his way behind his parents when he heard a question fired his way. Like before, when his Appa had spoken to him, Hyun was put on the spot. His eyes widened and his brain went into overdrive. “Uh… nineteen.” He responded, nodding his head slightly as if he was confirming with himself mentally that he was, in fact, that age. At the mention of a sister hanging around, who happened to be around his age, the boy’s eyebrows rose slightly. Awesome – someone he could probably have a conversation with that didn’t involve talking about taxes or insurance.

Still a bit shell-shocked by this whole situation and event, Hyun followed Rylan through the house and to the back yard where he finally caught up with his parents. Instead of socialising, it looked like they were discussing amongst each other in Korean their plan of attack to get some new customers out of these neighbours. It was always business with them. As they kept a hushed voice, Hyun’s eyes scanned over the backyard area in search for somewhere he could place the containers down. At least find… Someone to tell them what it was. Because he knew that people were sure as hell going to be questioning what the damn Kimchi was.

His brown eyes continued to look around before they stopped on a certain someone. Long blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and legs that went on for days. Hyun could instantly feel his face starting to burn as the sight of not only an attractive female – but she looked young too. Was this the sister that the host of the party was talking about? Feeling himself getting a bit flustered, Hyun tore his gaze away and continued to pretend like he was looking for a table to place his items. But it would be lying to say that he didn’t let his eyes land on the female once again, but only for a brief second. Like hell he’d have a chance with someone like that. After all, he was Asian. He used to get teased in school for being Korean and he just automatically assumed that it was passed over to his adulthood. Not to mention his parents were dead set on him marrying a Korean woman. There was no point in even thinking about it.

 

[erzulie]

Afiya Kraus

Afiya raised a brow as the small dog returned to her daughter’s side. She herself was never a dog person and so it had rubbed off on her daughter she was sure. But seeing as there were no other children for her to play with, Afiya decided to allow her to play with the canine this time. She could only hope that it was up to date on all of its shots. “Vita mia, perhaps you should play with the pup just this once. It so small that you don’t have to worry about dirtying your dress, I am always buy you another after all.” She said. “And stay where I can see you.” Afiya shooed her off gently.

Ariana looked from mamà to the small dog at her feet. She pouted slightly as she thought for a moment. Eventually she smiled and nodded. “Yes mamá!” She said before heading to the backyard to play. Ariana leaned down to pet the small dog gently. Her fur felt so different from Majesty’s. Afiya followed the others to the backyard, she placed her gift on the table.

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[yousmelldead]

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[div class=picbox][div class=locbox]Location: bee and ry's backyard
Interaction: Hyun weldherwings Rylan[/div][div class=name]QUINN

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Finally people had started to enter the back yard of Rylan and Blaire's home.

Quinn was not sure how much longer she could sit and act bored without actually becoming bored. The small blonde leaned up on her elbows, her head tilting in curiosity as an older man and woman walked into the backyard first. They seemed to have completely overlooked the blonde--hell they seemed to just be speaking with each other in a funny language. Well, that was one way of getting out of awkwardly socializing with a bunch of neighbors who were going to end up never speaking to each other again. Especially if Rylan and Blaire decided to have a lovers quarrel during it, which is more than likely going to happen.

Rylan was next out the door, his eyebrows quirking up at her sight earning a wink. Quinn rolled her eyes, pushing up completely on her elbows now to get a better look at her brother. 'Bitch.' Quinn grinned at the words her brother had just mouthed her, her own lips forming the words 'Dickhead.' silently. The blonde turned her gaze to a boy who was now following behind Rylan with arms full of containers. He looked flustered and possibly confused. Quinn's gaze followed the boy's own, watching his eyes plant themselves on herself for a few drawn out moments before awkwardly shifting to a few of the other tables only to drift back to her own.

"Oh fun."

The girl grinned, hopping off the table her converse now digging into the ground as she straightened out her oversized t-shirt. The boy had a shy but hot way about him, something that peaked Quinn's interest immediately. There wasn't any guy or girl for the matter that usually was too afraid to speak to her. So the sheer fact that he kept sneaking peeks at her was just that more interesting. She took confident strides over to the boy, acknowledging a young girl and her mother heading into the yard with Mitzy on their tail.

"Whatcha got there?" Quinn hummed, her hands now grabbing the top container of cupcakes from the pile in the boy's arms. "Ohh, cupcakes my favorite." She beamed, eyeing the deserts through the plastic before leaning in, her face mere inches from his own. Her dark eyes gazed into the container before flicking to meet his own. "Is that balled lasagna?" Her nose wrinkled slightly at the thought, not sure what to make of the dish. She'd always try anything twice so it was a 50/50 shot of either her hating or loving the 'balled lasagna'.

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[weldherwings]

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: yep. im going to have a heart attack. take me lord.

location: backyard

outfit: click me

inspiration: scaredy cat babe

MENTION: yousmelldead [Quinn]

Oh God.

She was coming over.

Maybe she was going to walk past him to get something inside? Maybe they ran out of sauce or drinks an she was on her way to take them out of the fridge and bring them outside? Maybe she needed to use the toilet? There were so many ‘maybes’ running through his mind because he was sure as hell certain that she wouldn’t even give him the time of day. I mean, look at him and look at her. He didn’t consider himself to be overly attractive. He had his days where he felt like he did alright and his fashion choices were making him feel on cloud nine. But he was like any other human and had days where he wished he could just wear a paper bag over his head. Those days where his skin would break out from sweating over hot barbeques at work, or when his fluffy hair just wouldn’t stay put. So, in conclusion, he’d give himself a four out of ten on his overall appearance. Maybe a six out of ten on his good days.

But this girl… She looked like a twenty out of ten.

And oh damn, she was taking confident strides and now… she was standing before him.

Hyun’s eyes had widened like an animal caught in headlights as he felt the weight of the container shift with Quinn taking hold of it. He couldn’t even get the words out of his mouth; he even had to blink a couple of times to try and get his brain to restart from this human glitch he was experiencing. Luckily, Quinn answered her own question and verbally identified the items in the container she had taken hold of. However, as she leant in and gazed into the other container he was currently holding in his arms, he felt the need to inhale deeply. She was so close to him that his brain had told him to suck in just that little bit extra air because his lungs would need it to survive. Especially as her brown eyes flickered up to meet his own. His heart was pounding in his chest that he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest.

However, her next question happened to be the thing to snap him out of his state of shock. Balled lasagne. Without even thinking, a chuckle slipped past Hyun’s lips, full of amusement at her question. Oh crap! His eyes widened even more, and his core was shaken with dread. What if he offended her by laughing like that?! “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you by laughing.” He said to her, feeling as if his rushed words were forming into one giant autocorrect mess of a word. Licking his dry lips and giving a small gulp, Hyun looked down at the container before feeling the need to explain what it was exactly he was holding. “It’s kkakdugi. It’s a uh… Korean kimchi dish made out of Korean radish which we call mu. Uh… It’s fermented so it has like… a sour taste. But there is also spice in it so it’s spicy. And the radish inside is crispy so… Sour… Spicy… Crispy…” he informed her, instantly wanting to kick himself in the head. “It’s my Umma’s – eh, I mean… My Mum’s… My Mum’s personal family recipe which has been handed down for generations.”

Oh man, his stupid rambling and stuttered sentences. One hundred percent she could pick up that he was nervous and probably assumed he was some giant ass geek. Why did he have to act this way around people he thought were pretty? He was an extrovert who loved hanging out with people. So, it was very rare that he would feel this nervous around someone completely new. I suppose Quinn wasn’t just any new person and maybe Hyun could sense that. There was a part of him that was screaming at him to introduce himself. To ask her what her name was and where she lived. But, for some odd unknown reason, he couldn’t find that courage deep inside him to speak any more. Especially after just rambling like a complete fool like that.

 

[yousmelldead]

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Interaction: Hyun weldherwings
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Adorable.

The boy was absolutely fucking adorable...that being said Quinn deemed him her new found project.

The blonde's lips pulled up in an amused smile, head tilting slightly as the other let out a chuckle at her 'balled lasagne' comment. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it when his eyes widened and started to apologize for laughing. Oh boy, this one was a piece of work. Quinn stood silently, balancing the container of cupcakes now with one hand as she listened to his mumbled explanation of the balled lasa---kimichi.

With her free hand Quinn popped the container open in his arms, grabbing one of the kimichi between her index and thumb. The blonde opened her mouth, taking a small bite out of it before licking her lips. "Sour, spicy, and crispy." Quinn laughed, her lips pulling up in a grin. "You could have just said that." She mused, pushing down on the lid so the container was soon closed once again. The unnecessary ranting over the dish was a huge indicator that he was nervous or maybe he just wasn't used to talking to people? Either way, Quinn wanted to know more.

"I'm Quinn." The blonde chimed, reaching down so her fingers wrapped around his upper arm pulling the boy over to the tables so they could set down the containers of food. She was almost positive she had to keep ahold of him or like a squirrel, he would run and hide. She didn't have a cage handy so keeping a hand on him would have to do. "Do you cook like your mom--erm Umma?" The girl's eyebrows wriggled together as she tried to remember the word he used. Shrugging her shoulders lightly she placed the container of cupcakes onto one of the empty tables before letting her grip drop from his arm, taking the container from his arms and placing it next to the cupcakes.

"Ah! Do you make those cute boxes? You know..." Quinn puffed out her bottom lip in contemplation, trying to remember the name of them. "The ones with the rice with seaweed attached to them?!" The girl was all over the place, her eyes bright with curiosity as she was now fully in front of the male. She reached up, pulling the cap off of his head before putting it on top of her own head. "If you wear a hat on a hot day like this, your hair is going to be crazy, dude." Quinn leaned her bottom against the top of the table, contemplating if she was going to just down the container of kimchi if her damn brother didn't start the fucking burgers soon. She was officially starving now that they were talking about food. Her ultimate weakness. Well, besides adorable boys that stuttered.

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