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[Storme]

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As he finished up breakfast, Jax poured himself a cup of coffee and waited for the rest of the house to wake up. As the seconds ticked by, he grew antsy. What was keeping everyone? Well, it might've been the previous nights adventures into town after things settled down in the lounge. Jax chuckled darkly to himself, the whole lot of them were lightweights in comparison. He remembered his days in college when he would party until the sun came up and still be ready and on time for his 8am philosophy lecture. Those were the days. [/div][/div][/div]
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[dmgink]

Aidan Harding Jr.
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One such lightweight was a fellow client, known simply as Aidan- or, for those closer to him- Junior. Despite how much he drank, and how often he did it, he always got extremely intoxicated much too quickly. He simply couldn't hold his alcohol as well as he maybe should have been able to. He spent many mornings and many nights at the Manor. So many that he may as well have been a part time resident there, always coming and going. So many nights and memories of his were held between these walls, though they may have been lost on him.

Bright light poked its way into the young man's brown eyes and started to force him awake. Head pounding, Aidan slowly sat up from the floor and looked around in a squinted gaze. Hangovers were the worst, but they could always be alleviated with more alcohol.

Soon, the smell of bacon hit Aidan's nostrils. How late was it? It must've been earlier still, given somebody was making breakfast. But how long had he been out? When did he even get here? Why crash on the floor of all places? He always had too many unanswered questions such as these. Pulling his slightly large leather jacket off the floor and over his thinner frame, Aidan stumbled to his feet and towards the smell of the cooking food.

"Mornin'." He muttered to Jax, standing halfway in the doorway to the kitchen. His voice was still slightly lazy and somewhat slurred overall. This had to be his first time being mostly sober infront of Jax for awhile now. Might as well try to make friendly conversation, right? He figured the two were on good enough terms.

"Whatcha makin' there?" He asked next, rubbing at his eyes with his hands.

 

[erzulie]

Dominique Amor

❤​

Location: Kitchen
Mentions: Jax ( Storme ) & Aiden ( dmgink )
Interactions: Jax & Aiden
Outfit: X

Dominique had been up for a while now. Despite getting back late that night she still retained her early bird tendencies. Though she’d use it to ready herself for the day. Her morning routine consisting of pampering herself a little each morning. Bathing in milk and coconut oil helped her feel freshed, and it was a plus that it left her skin smelling great and feeling baby soft. Sadly her hair was a different story, thankfully she managed to wrangle the beast into one of her silk wraps to tie it up. Her arms hurt after but it was worth it.

Dominique stretched as she climbed on her bed and slipped on her slippers. After going over her weekly schedule, finances, and client meetings she headed to the kitchen. Before she’d entered the smelled of freshly cooked bacon caused her to sigh happily. Dominique all but floated inside, carried by the delicious smell alone. Really, she loved being spoiled like this, she was sure that the others felt the same. Upon seeing Jax shirtless and one of the house clients she smiled. “Good mornings boys. It smells amazing it here. And breakfast with a view. I feel spoiled.” Dominique sauntered over to Jax and placed a chaste kiss against his cheek. “Thanks for the breakfast darling.”

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[div class=title]Constantine[/div]
[div class=Con][/div][div class=box1][div class=text1][div class=scroll]Cons dreams were as vivid as ever that night. He sat on a cliff overlooking a sea of ever changing colors and familiar faces, the air was sweet with the scents of the night before. He smiled in his sleep as the sea projected scenes from last night; it had been Fiesta night and shots of tequila had floated around the lounge as everyone toasted and serenaded one another in very bad spanish as the songs blasted from the speaker system. There'd been a mechanical bull, sombreros and even a pinata filled with edibles and little blue pills that had everyone on cloud 9. Such a good night.

Corrupt.

The sound of his mothers voice cut through the dream like a knife, bringing Con back to reality. He woke up in a cold sweat, his heart racing and adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Fuck...not again."He panted, rubbing his face as he fell back onto his bed. Constantine laid there for a few moments, trying to shake the fear of his dream off. Hearing the shower turn on in the next room, Con stumbled out of bed and knocked on the door.

"Val?"
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[div class=title]Valentine[/div]
[div class=box2][div class=text2][div class=scroll]"Fuck....."Val groaned as he ever so gracefully rolled off his bed and onto the icy floor below. His head pounded with a reminder of the night before. He'd gotten into yet another fight with some drunk from the bar and had solidly gotten his ass handed to him. Hah, win some lose some. Pushing himself off the ground, Val stumbled over to the mirror that sat above his desk (which he used mostly for rolling blunts, writing or drawing).

His nose was caked with dried blood, his eye was darkening into a nice shiner and his hair stuck up at odd angles. Still looking good. Val gave himself some finger guns which quickly turned into him giving himself the finger before rolling his eyes at his reflection and moving into the adjoining bathroom to clean up. The hot water felt nice on his aching body, releiving the tension in his shoulders and washing clean his mind of the remanance of the prior night.

A knock came from the door, causing Val to angrily shut off the water. "What!"He yelled, pressing his head against the slick tile of the shower.

"I had a nightmare."Cons small voice came from the other side of the door.

"Just come in, its open."Val replied. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before he stepped out of the shower. He kept his eyes down as Con entered, not wanting him to see the black eye that was becoming more and more prominent as the day wore on. Luckily, the other male was too frazzled to take notice. Matter of fact, Con was so frazzled that he nearly busted his ass on the wet floor when he entered. "Jesus, you're such a fuckin' mess, brat."Val growled as he caught his brother.

"Am I corrupt?" Con asked, sitting on the toilet in front of Val. His brows were knit together in thought.

"Fuck if I know, it doesn't matter anyway. We're all going to hell. Mother included. " Was all Val said as he made himself busy around the bathroom. Con sat still as ordered by Val as his brother moved around the bathroom working to get Con ready for the day. By the end, Cons hair and teeth were brushed, the drool wiped from his mouth and his clothes picked out for him in his room, but Val was no where in sight when it was all over. Con vaguely remember his brother saying something about going downstairs and decided to get dressed and do the same.

Val made it to the kitchen first, quickly followed by Con who was still in his flannel pajama pants. Not that Val was any better off, he opted for just his boxers.[/div]
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[Storme]

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"Of course, I have to spoil you guys after a night of hard work."He said in response to her thanks. As Con and Val entered, Jax eyed the two warily. It was always different with the twins, you never knew what kind of mood they were in. Val looked a bit ruffled but ultimately fine, Con on the other hand looked like he'd just seen a ghost. "Everything alright with you guys?"He asked, sliding a cup of coffee across the table to each of them.

"Just peachy," Val replied gruffly, shovelling food into his mouth.

"Just......tired."Con said, frowning slightly. He still couldn't shake the feeling his dream had given him this morning."We aren't bad people, right?"He asked, the question being more general than anything.

"No, no we aren't buddy."Jax replied softly. He offered Con a sincere, gentle smile before digging in to his food. "We're all just alittle crazy, especially your brother." Jax said, lightening the mood by drawing attention to Vals black eye. "That guy really got you good, huh? You'd think you'd be better at fighting since you're so good at starting them."

"Fuck you, man."Val said, shooting a death glare Jax's way. "The guy had it coming." [/div][/div][/div]
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The morning was nice. The birds were chirping, the sun shone, and the flowers were blooming. Damien was packing his things to go somewhere. He spotted an advertisement in the newspaper, something about a free room in a boarding house. He discovered it not too long ago, it was only last week. His friends were suggesting that he should take that room, since he was dirt-poor and needed somewhere to live. His job was just being a part of the service crew, which did not pay him well but, it was enough. He only lived off on cup noodles and bread. Well, he wasn't actually dirt-poor. He has a phone, some clothes, a few books, and a watch. But, he was constantly short on cash. He's typically the person in the friend group in which he relies on others to buy stuff for him.

He was going to other places, searching for a new home. His last apartment was getting too expensive for him and he needed an affordable place to sleep. He listed two places in his journal. He took a taxi to the first place. Sadly, it was taken. Damien was hoping that the last place was available. He took a look inside his journal once more, and went to the last address.

He had arrived to his destination. It was a large mansion, it seemed to extend in the back as well. The owner of the mansion must be quite rich to have this house. Damien looked at the advertisement that he cut out from a newspaper and looked at it. It said that there was a free room inside the mansion, in exchange for doing some things inside as well. Something tells Damien that it's probably not a good idea to stay in this house, it was rumored to host night parties that have drugs and alcohol, Damien is not about that lifestyle.

Anyways, he knocked on the door and asked loudly, "Is anyone inside?". He stopped and took a step back from the door. He wondered what the owner looked like as he waited patiently.
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[dmgink]

Aidan Harding Jr.
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Breakfast already? Aidan hardly ever ate breakfast, if he were being completely honest. He was usually out of it until well into lunch time. He'd just passed out on this guy's floor, and now he was making him breakfast? Well, not just him, but still; Jax was an interesting one. Aidan and everyone in the house already knew that, though..

Well, he didn't want to be rude. And it's not like he really had anywhere to be. His next gig wasn't for a while down the road, but he wouldn't admit that flat out. Aidan wasn't exactly swimming in cash. He was fine with that, or he said he was, anyway. There seemed to be a hole in the young man's pocket; he would get some cash, and end up knocked out somewhere unfamiliar. His brain was always addled with something, it seemed.

"Breakfast? Well, it smells delicious." He complimented, taking some careful steps closer. He waited for the others to take a seat before joining them. He took a seat at the very end of the table, subconsciously not really wanting to intrude. "Thanks, by the way." He sounded casual, but he really did mean it.

The twins soon walked in, and Aidan watched them as they did. He looked to the rowdier of the two, looking him over for a moment before his eyes landed on the shiner that he had.

"That was a hell of a fight last night, man." He said. In all honesty, he hardly remembered the details. Just that it happened, and that it was especially gnarly.

Soon, the door was knocked upon and Aidan heard an indistinct, unfamiliar voice calling out.

"Should I go get that?" He asked, mostly directed towards Jax.

 

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[div class=title]Constantine[/div]
[div class=Con][/div][div class=box1][div class=text1][div class=scroll]Con looked at Val, really looked at him, taking notice of the bruises and scrapes on his face and chest. How is it that Val always seemed to acquire new injuries every night?

"What was this fight about?" Con asked, taking a bite of pancakes. "Let me guess, the guy bumped into you and you threw the first punch."He said, smirking.

His brothers fights used to bother him, but now he found it rather funny. Especially, when he knew how childish Val could be. Looking around the table at all the familiar faces warmed his heart and cleared away the clouds in his mind that had lingered from his nightmare this morning.
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[Storme]

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[div class=title]Valentine[/div]
[div class=box2][div class=text2][div class=scroll]Val scowled around a mouthful of eggs."If you weren't 13 shots of tequila deep, you would've remembered what actually happened. "He said, elbowing Con in the ribs."This dude was all over me, we were having a good time until you came over and put the thought of a 3way in his mind. Sick fuck had a twin fetish so I had to put him in his place."Val shrugged casually.

It was a shame too, the guy had been hot. Val wondered what kind of damage he had dealt the other male, hoping it was way worse than the black eye he'd recieved. Speaking of which, his eye had started a deep throb that mimicked the throbbing in his head. Standing up, Val walked over to the fridge and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. When the knock on the door came he looked pointedly at Jax who promptly ignored him. "Bitch."Val muttered.

Val left the room and walked downstairs, through the lounge to the front door. This damn house was too fucking big. "What do you want?"Val answered the door, looking the man on the other side up and down skeptically. Judging from the newspaper ad in his hand and the faint glimmer of hope in his eyes, Val guessed he must be interested in boarding here. "Jax!"


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Lyra Clyne​

A nasty headache pounded against the temples of Lyra's skull as the sunlight flooded her face from the open window of her bedroom. She squinted her eyes shut, pulling a plush white duvet over her eyes with a groan. There was no way it was already morning, she had just gone to bed maybe an hour ago, right? Peering from the blanket barrier, another groan filled her empty room. It was indeed morning, and she had indeed slept in. Sleepy hands rubbed over her face before she gathered the will to toss her legs over the bed, pushing herself up with a stretch before trudging to the dresser. The smell of breakfast was already waving in the air, motivating her to quickly pull on a pair of black leggings, a dark burgundy sports bra and a mesh black top over it. After breakfast was mandatory workout for Lyra, then a small meeting with the man in charge to go over her clients.

"You guys look like hell," Lyra scoffed as she tousled her hair, entering the kitchen and snatching a coffee mug up from the counter. The twins usually looked like they had been tossed through the ringer after a night out, but Con looked particularly out of it this morning, his eyes a little heavier than usual. Though, that wasn't her business she supposed. Grabbing some eggs and bacon on a plate, the brunette carried her plate and coffee over to the counter, eating standing up. "Good morning Jax," She cooed, giving a soft, sleepy smile before hearing what must've been the other twin calling from the doorway. Lyra couldn't help but roll her eyes, stuffing another bite of eggs into her mouth. "Business starts early today... great."​

 

[erzulie]

Dominique Amor

❤​

Location: Kitchen
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“Speaking of last night, I had such a great time. I managed to draw the attention of a lovely couple who were looking to bring a spark back into their marriage. I’m looking forward to my appointment with them.” Despite her wild and carefree lifestyles Dominique was a very organized woman. It seems like she still couldn’t shake off that part of her adopted parents, no matter how many years had passed. On the bright side it helped her keep things running smoothly on her end. Dominique sat at the table and smiled at Jax once a plate was sat in front of her. Dominique immediately began digging in. Time and time again she was reminded of how wonderful of a cook he was.

When the times entered the room Dominique swallowed her food and dabbed her mouth lightly with a napkin. “Good morning you two. I see you had fun last night, well one of you at least.” She teased. Dominique didn’t know much about the twin’s story but it wasn’t her business if they didn’t want to share. However, personality wise they were quite interesting. Valentine with his wild and sometimes violent ways drew her in a little, she could appreciate another wild thing when facing them. And Constantine with his soft and almost withdrawn temperament. He seemed lost, well the both did, but it showed more with him. If she were honest she felt the others to nurture him at times but she knew that it wouldn’t be welcomed.

Just as Valentine left to get the door Lyra made her entrance. “Good morning Lyra.” She greeted once she sat at the table. Dominique lean back against her chair and sighed. “Right, I haven’t even gotten dressed to entertain yet.” Dominique wondered if she should head to her room and get dressed.

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[div class=title]Jax Noir[/div][div class=box1][div class=image][/div]
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"Good morning, sunshine."He greeted Lyra as she came down."Bright eyed and bushy tailed as usual, I see."He remarked with a quirky half grin.

Jax nodded at Aiden, "No problem, man. And don't worry about it, Val has the do-"He hung his head at the sound of Val calling for him. "Or not...I'll be back."He stood up and jogged downstairs and through the lounge to the front door.

"Whats up?"He asked looking from Val to the other guy. "Ah, you saw the ad! Come on in, "He said, pushing Vals half naked form out of the way."You attract more flies with honey than vinegar, you know."Jax said quietly to Val.

"Bugs are bugs no matter what you use to attract them."Val replied with a scowl, before turning and walking back to the kitchen.
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[thefinalgirl]

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[/div][/div][/div][div class=fyuri11parent][div class=fyuri11content]Location: Front Entrance > Doorway
Interacting With: Storme - Jax & Val

Damien was fiddling with his thumbs when he was waiting for a response. When the door opened, he was greeted by a rough-looking man. He seemed to be in a rough state of mind. He seemed to be half-naked, this made him become slightly flustered at the sight but, he still was serious about getting that room. "What do you want?", the man said as Damien responded with, "Oh, uh. I'm here for the ro-" He was cut off by him when he called another person in the house whose name is Jax. He probably noticed the ad he had on his hand, it was clear on his line of sight that he had on him.

As he was about to ask who was the owner of the mansion, a man came to the doorway. He looked much better in terms of appearance, he seemed welcoming. Damien assumed that his name was Jax, since he was the person that came over when the name was called. "Ah, you saw the ad! Come on in,", he proceeded to push away the half-naked man out of the doorway. "Th-thank you, I guess..", he said, trying to be polite to the man. They seemed to be whispering something as Damien entered the lavish mansion. He remembered some horror movies where it had a nice community but, it was out to kill people. He felt that vibe when entering, he wishes that nothing bad ever happens in the house.

He grabbed his pen and journal from his satchel and toured the home with Jax. Damien was feeling curious and asked, "Excuse me but, what's your name?" Well, it was obvious that it was Jax but, he had to make sure.
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[Storme]

Jax
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“Jax Noir, at your service. Hope you’re hungry, I’ve made breakfast and you’ll get a chance to meet everyone.”He said offering the young man a kind smile as he led him through the lounge and up stairs to the kitchen.

Coming back into the kitchen Jax cleared his throat loudly and stood at the head of the table. “Alright everyone, be nice to our newcomer. These two goddesses are Dominique and Lyra, this scruffy looking dude here is Aiden, he doesn’t live here but might as well, the bright ray of sunshine you just met is Val and the person who shares his face is Con over there annnnd I think that’s about it for now. What’s your name?”Jax said, pointing to each person until his finger landed on the newcomer.
thefinalgirl​

 

[dmgink]

Aidan Harding Jr.
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Aidan watched as Jax went to go and answer the door. He grinned a little, looking to Lyra and Dominique still sitting there. He took a seat at the table, a few seats away, tapping his hands absently on the surface as he thought of what to say next. Hungover and still foggy from way too many shots the night before wasn't exactly conducive to top tier brain functioning.

"Mornin'." He said to the two women. It was simple enough, right? Might as well greet the people who lived here if he was going to have breakfast with them. No reason to be a stranger. The two likely already saw him around last night as it was. He hesitated to dig into his own plate.

"How are y'all this morning?" He started to ask.

Soon, Jax returned with the newcomer and introduced him to everyone.

"Like he said, name's Aidan. Pleasure to meet'cha." He gave a friendly tone to Damien. He snickered at the thought of how often he stayed here; it must've been really often if Jax had bothered to mention it.

"I'm kind of the guy who crashes on the floor every night. That spot over there's my favourite." He waved his hand towards where he'd just woken up only a few minutes earlier.

"And who might you be? Thinkin' about living here?" He asked then. Obviously, he was a bit chatty this morning. He finally started to dig into the eggs on his plate as he waited for a response.

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[thefinalgirl]

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[/div][/div][/div][div class=fyuri11parent][div class=fyuri11content]Location: Dining Area
Interacting With: Everybody

He took notice of the rooms, it was very pretty. They seemed very lavish and would be fitting for a rich man. Damien was worried that he'd have to pay some kind of fee for living there. Not everything in life is free, he remembered as he was walking through the rooms of the mansion. As he was deep in thought, the man turned to him and said, “Jax Noir, at your service. Hope you’re hungry, I’ve made breakfast and you’ll get a chance to meet everyone.” 'Everyone? There's more?', He thought as Jax gave a friendly smile to Damien and eventually led him to the Kitchen, where a group of people had gathered to eat Breakfast.

The smell in the air was nice, it was homely and comforting. He loved a good breakfast but, was too lazy to make one for himself. He'd wake up the next morning and just eat a cup of noodles and drink a cup of coffee. Light roast, he preferred his coffee sweet and creamy. He would put some sugar and creamer to make it perfect for his taste. He looked around and saw not one, but two women. He started to wonder if the rooms were shared or it was seperated. Damien wouldn't want to sleep with a woman near him.

Jax cleared his throat as he was introduced to the group. He gave a small but friendly wave to the group. Jax started giving the names of the people within the group as Damien proceeded to list them all down at a lightning's pace. A man had introduce himself before Damien could say his name. The man's name was Aidan, he seems friendly. When it was time for him to introduce himself, he cleared his throat and said, "My name is Damien Oswin Chen and I hope to be acquaintances with everyone here." He proceeded to bow as a sign of respect to everyone. He was curious on where he was gonna stay.
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[erzulie]

Dominique Amor

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Location: Kitchen
Interactions: Aiden dmgink Damien thefinalgirl Jax Storme
Outfit: X

“Good morning.” Dominique smiled slightly at Aiden. She didn’t know much about him, given that he was usually out of his mind from partying and drugs. This was her first time talking to him outside of business hours. “I’m fine and yourself?” Dominique turned her attention to the nervous looking man who’d entered with Jax. “You’re such a flatterer Jax.” The young woman playfully rolled her eyes. Truthfully is loved being complimented by Jax or rather by most people in general. It was helped to boost her confidence a little, not to say that she was lacking in that department.

Dominique gave the new comer a slow once over. “It’s a pleasure Damien, I’m Dominique Amor. I look forward to getting to know you.” Her tone was a bit flirtatious but considering her personality it was to be expected. Dominique went back to eating her breakfast and once she was done she got up to put her plate in the sink, washed it, and put it in the drying rack. She leaned against the kitchen counter.

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[Sook]

Faith
Interacting: dmgink Aidan, thefinalgirl Damien, Storme Jax

Faith had been awake for hours, but she wasn't sure she was ready to face the masses yet. Instead of going to breakfast she'd been reading instead. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, a brilliant read and she was only up to the first chapter. She had also been sipping from her flask. The alcohol inside was pretty bad vodka, but it calmed her anxiety a little to have a few sips in the morning. When she heard a number of people talking in the kitchen and smelt breakfast cooking, she decided she'd better get ready and get up. Faith washed her face, brushed her teeth and did her makeup ready for the day, which involved a bright red lip, mascara, false lashes and plucking her perfect brows. All this while she blared Escape the fate in her ears. She checked her messages, none from her obsessive ex today, first time in probably the 6 months she'd gone radio silence on her.

Faith put on a simple white tank top, no bra, she had no need of one she was small enough, but the top she was wearing left little to the imagination. She felt free to wear it here, no one too tell her she was a horrible slut dressing like this in front of others. No one to own her anymore. How far she had fallen from the pretty little christian school girl she once was. It was as sad as it was liberating. Her mild alcohol addiction was definitely getting more severe, she picked up her flask again and headed towards the Kitchen. She could hear Jax, he was talking to someone new 'Ah, you saw the ad, come in!' So there was a newbie. Great, more people.

Faith really disliked mornings as it was. She was here to sing and to be free from her abuser, she was not here to make friends with a shitload of new people. Still, she was grateful to be here, she would probably do anything for Jax. She moved into the dining room and took another swig of cheap vodka before speaking up "Good-morning everyone." She turned to the new comer "Hi, I'm Faith, good to make your acquaintance" She passed him by and moved into the kitchen, smiling a little as she saw the breakfast "Thank-you, Jax this looks great" She said as she plated her food. She stopped short seeing Aidan. "Oh." She said, shortly "You're here a lot now, If I didn't know better I'd think you were stalking me." She didn't say it with any venom, more as if she were stating a fact. This guy used to be a regular at the lounge and always used to watch her shows. He was a customer that regularly tried to talk to her. He usually said something dumb that made her pissed off, but on occasion the two got on. And she had to admit, she was attracted to him. She just didn't trust him.

 

[Storme]

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"Good morning, to you too sleepy head."Jax said in greeting to Faith as she entered the room. Turning back to Damien he tilted his head in curiosity. Acquaintances, was it? Jax smirked mischievously. "Well, we all started out as strangers at one point but I'd like to think of this group of misfits as my family. We'd be happy if you could feel that way one day too. "He said sincerely, his brown eyes filling with warmth as he scanned the faces of everyone.

He wasn't one to get sentimental and nor was he one of those 'lets all just get along' types, Jax could be selfish and cold and down right mean at times but despite all the mood swings and drunken stupors and chaos that went on each and every week at the manor, Jax was glad he had others around to share all of these wild experiences with.

"Now, lets sit and have a bit of an open panel, shall we?"He said, snapping out of his own god awful sappiness. Jax sat down at the head of the table and bridged his fingers under his chin as he surveyed the room a second time, this time you could see the wheels turning in his head, "First my question to you is, what have you heard of Vice? If anything, that is. "Jax said, fixing his gaze back on Damien.
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thefinalgirl

 

[dmgink]

Aidan Harding Jr.
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"I'm doing pretty great, headache aside." He responded to Dominique, giving her a smile. She seemed nice enough, but the two never really interacted all that much. Maybe things could be different in the future. Maybe one of these nights, they would hit it off. Getting Aidan to remember was the harder part of all this.

"And good morning to you, too." Aidan said with a slight laugh at Faith's remark. He looked up at her shortly afterward, resting his chin on his knuckles. It almost looked like he was taunting her, but definitely in a playful way.

"You can't be all that surprised that I'm here." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms slightly. "You're part of the reason I come back, anyway."

Not creepy at all. Despite that, it was likely true. Aidan loved a good party, but he was definitely fascinated by Faith. But there he went, saying some dumb shit like usual. And this time, he didn't have the excuse of being drunk or under the influence in any way. This was as close to stone cold sober as the young man got.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Damien." He said next. Once Jax took a seat, one could see Aidan start to pay attention even more. For just being a client, he sure did act like he was boarding here. He began to finish up his food, staying silent to listen to Damien's answers.

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[Sook]

Faith
Location: Dining room table
Interacting with: dmgink Adrian

"Hmpth" She said grumpily looking at Adrian "At least you Admit to stalking me" She retorted "But I wouldn't jump round any corners if I were you or you'll end up like Valentine here" She said gesturing to his bloodied nose. She had been performing last night and definitely drinking, but on the plus side, because she was working, she hadn't had as much time to be balsted as everyone else, so despite all the commotion and the newcomer and... Adrian... she wasn't feeling like decking someone today. Not that should could, or would for that matter, she was pretty much all talk.

Jax had them all sit around the table and Faith made a point to sit on the furthest away seat from Adrian. She wasn't sure at all how she really felt about him. She suspected me meant well but at the same time, what if he didn't. Either way, she didn't want to be taking any chances. She wasn't ready yet. She didn't want any repeat of the past. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to do the casual thing, like Jax and Dominique did. And that wasn't because she was a prude, or thought it was a bad, but because Faith knew herself, and she knew she gets attached too easily. She have never had lustful sex, she had only ever made love, or had love forced upon her. She couldn't imagine waking up and having breakfast with those who she regularly see's in an intimate way. She was very different to Dominique, in a way she envied her. Nothing held her to anything or anyone, she was totally free. She was truly the queen of no strings. She often found herself thinking lustful things about her, but she knew that would be a rocky road to follow, plus this was her co-performer, she didn't want to mess up their synergy, because the two of them were the star act. Their voices harmonized perfectly together.

As Jax spoke to Damien, her eyes rolled over towards the new guy. What is his story? He seems so polite and... well... she couldn't place it. She felt as though he had a lot more to him than he let on with his polished and dignified exterior. She would just have to find out. ​

 

[thefinalgirl]

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[/div][/div][/div][div class=fyuri11parent][div class=fyuri11content]Location: Dining Area
Interacting With: Everybody

"Hey, it's morning. Wake up. You're gonna be late.", a voice had reminded Damien that it was already mid-morning. "Shit, really?", he rubbed his eyes, feeling drowsy as he tried to stand. It was his friend, Sean, he slept the night with him, not in a gay way or anything, just friends. Yep, totally just friends. He was staying over for a project, a presentation to be specific. He helped with the content and things, Damien had to finish it but, slept late at night. As a consequence, he woke up late for his Biology class. Sean waited for him, he was already ready as Damien just put on a jacket and some jeans and proceeded to walk with his buddy to the class room

Damien snapped back to reality as he was asked a question by Jax, "Now, let's sit and have a bit of an open panel, shall we?" An open panel? Is he gonna get interviewed? "S-sure thing!", Damien sat down as he nervously chuckled. "First my question to you is, what have you heard of Vice? If anything, that is.", Damien tried to remember what he had heard about that. He slightly pulled his collar and gulped his nervousness down his throat. "Well, I heard of it from my friend and my friend's friend. My mother had apparently visited once, she wasn't too pleased as her friends got wasted while she had to take care of them. Also, my friend had visited last night here. He said he got punched in the face, I was worried for him but, he can handle himself well. Overall, I find Vice to be interesting. That's all." Damien proceeded to wipe his spectacles as he hoped that his answer wasn't too bad.
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[txlos]

Lyra Clyne​

As everyone began to gather round the newcomer, Lyra did her best to stay quiet, observing the situation from afar. Her eyes flickered from the stranger, now known as Damien, to Jax frequently. She knew his games, how he worked his way into the minds of both potential clients and boarders, and it wasn't a surprise that that same facade was placed on his figure now. A smirk sank into the brunette's lips as the interrogation of the newcomer began, leaning in her place with a cup of coffee in hand. She had been around long enough to know how this was going to go, but then again, all the fish in the sea of Vice tended to be different in their methods of introduction.

Damien, for example, seemed anxious. He stammered over his words, pulling at his clothing as if Jax was using some magic power to suffocate him. She couldn't help but chuckle before making her way to stand behind the head of the house, giving him a coy smile before leaning on the back of his chair. "So you've never visited yourself?" The words dripped with ulterior motives, head tilting to the side to let thick brown hair cascade over one shoulder. Those who had never visited Vice couldn't possibly know what lurked within it's walls, and hearing of the place from another, well... secondhand information never does tell the true story. "That's what you're saying right? You've known people to visit, but this is your first time here?" Lyra knew very well that she was being straightforward and slightly aggressive in her wording but hey, if Jax wanted her to take it down a notch, she was sure he'd let her know.

Storme thefinalgirl ​

 

[dmgink]

Aidan Harding Jr.
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Aidan watched as Faith made her way away from him, frowning slightly. He shrugged it off rather quickly, whatever hurt feelings that might have arisen fading away as soon as they came. He had the idea that she didn't like him or trust him, but he didn't mind her at all. He loved her shows as a fellow musician and had quite a bit of respect for her as a performer.

"Yeah, at least I admit it." he muttered to himself, turning his focus to Damien, Jax, and Lyra. An interested look spilled across his features as the newcomer revealed that he had never been here himself before.

"Well, as someone who comes here all the time," Aidan started after a moment, grinning slightly and setting down his fork. "People either can't stop coming back or they come once and try to forget the place exists. You seem like the latter."

"...No offense, or anything." The blonde quickly added on, genuinely not wanting to offend the other but not thinking about his words before they came out, like usual. Well, they were all thinking it, he figured. But he just had to go and say it.

Sook thefinalgirl

 

[thefinalgirl]

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Interacting With: Lyra & Aidan - dmgink txlos

Damien felt like he was suddenly getting attacked by a pack of hungry piranhas. A woman, whose name was Lyra, just asked him if it was actually his first time in the mansion. "Yes, Lyra. It is my first time here.", he said as he proceeded to turn his head towards her eyes. He smiled but felt like he was dying on the inside. Aidan chimed in saying, "Well, as someone who comes here all the time, people either can't stop coming back or they come once and try to forget the place exists. You seem like the latter." Was that supposed to be a compliment or a bad thing to be? Damien was confused but, he managed to keep a happy face.

It wasn't that Damien hated parties, he just didn't like the noisiness of the party. He prefers silent celebrations. Due to his past, he had been used to celebrating his birthdays silently. Nobody would care if he turned a year older, in his sense at least. At least his friends care for him, he wishes that they were still there. Most of them had moved away, others are still in town but just forgot about him or talk to him every now and then.

"Really? Me? I mean I have no true knowledge about this place but, sure?", Damien was trying to understand what Aidan meant by his words. Something told him that something bad is really gonna happen if he stays in the mansion.
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