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Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Tue May 21, 2013 7:41 pm

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At the strain, Luna pats Frey's back a bit. "Don't trip, you don't have to get nothing." She waved off. She doesn't believe in peer pressure. If somebody wants to do something, they'll do it by their damn selves. She smirks a bit at the question, cheering her lunch mate on. She turned to the head.

"So you're gonna take care of this right? Cause there's 58 ish open wounds in my back." She informed in a very, you don't have an option in this type voice. She's aware that corset piercings only last for a few days but she still doesn't want nasty infections covering a giant slap of skin.

"Don't trust me by now. Damn girl." He tsked, his way of 'I got dis'.

When the second girl came out, Luna clapped a bit. "And if you don't like it later, just take it out. It'll close up eventually." She shrugs.

The man hands them both professional cleaning kits, explaining that when it's gone they can just use salt water. When he was done, the hand shake was remade and they left.

"Want some curry? We might as well get an early lunch to." She doesn't know why she stated that particular food but it sounded bomb.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Tue May 21, 2013 10:48 pm

Carmen Del Rey

Location: Home-->Journalism
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The rosy fingers of dawn clawed their way into Carmen’s room, the soft tugging of little fingers stirring her out of her peaceful slumber. Her luminescent green eyes strained against the inky blackness of her room, the small wisps of golden light piercing beneath her heavy crimson curtains. With a soft yawn and the sultry batting of her soft, long, brown eyelashes, she turned her head towards the small hands pushing against her back, her daughter’s perfect sparkling cerulean eyes gazing back at her. “Mama. Up.” the child cooed, her perfect hazel ringlets bouncing with every movement of her chubby arms. “I’m up, baby. Just give mama a second.” With slow deliberate movements, Carmen raised her sculpted form from beneath the heavy covers, snatching her daughter into her arms and showering her with loving kisses. A fit of happy giggles escaped from the child’s tiny pink lips, the heavy sound of knuckles against Carmen’s thick oak door begrudgingly pulling her attention away from her daughter.

“You’re late, Carmen. I’ll take Cecilia to daycare today, but please try and set your alarm for a more reasonable hour. Mrs. Bradley has been waiting on you for quite some time. It was everything I could do to keep her from gallivanting into your room.”

“I’m going, I’m going. Cilia, you’re going to spend the day with grandpa, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

The tiny duo of sparkling eyes gazed longingly at her mother before she nodded and slid off Carmen’s bed, the tiny patter of her small feet echoing after her movements. With one last sad look at her mother she raised her chubby arms up towards her grandfather her perfect mouth opening to voice her request. “Up, gampa.” With a happy smile, the aged diplomat leaned down to lovingly cradle his granddaughter, giving one last nod to his still disheveled daughter. Cecilia waved to her mother over her grandfather’s broad shoulder, Carmen sadly returning the gesture and raising the tips of her fingers to her soft, sculpted lips blowing a kiss to her obviously disheartened daughter.

These morning rituals were always hard on both of them. The early hours, and the constant care a child needed could barely fit into her school routine, and even with the nanny’s help, she knew she was failing terribly as a mother. All the time in the world couldn’t begin to make up for the moments she was missing in her daughter’s development. It saddened her greatly, but it would all be worth it in the end, right? If she dropped out of school and depended on her father’s money forever, what kind of example would she be setting for her daughter? With one final sigh, she allowed her bare feet to rest against the cold wooden floors of her bedroom and began her daily routine. “Just another day in paradise…”
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Once she had parked her cobalt GranTurismo Sport in the parking lot of Kingdom Chrest, she lazily strolled past the broad doors of the school, a hand busying itself with the soft undulating curls of her hazel locks. She already noticed the interaction between the other cliques, the resident badasses picking of the nerdy gurus, while the misfits believed they were immune to the labels. A haughty snort of disgust slipped past her perfectly sculpted lips as the loud clack of her heeled boots echoed across the school’s tile floor. 'How pathetic,' she mused before turning around the corner and heading towards her second favorite class of the day: Journalism. Any class that allowed her to write quickly rose to the top of her priorities’ list, and though they covered topics she cared little for, she was acing the class with little to no effort on her part. It afforded her more time to spend with her daughter and prevented her from divulging too much of her personal information to the school staff.

Once she crossed the threshold of the classroom, she noticed one of her favorite people, Avery. She was one of the few people that Carmen could actually stand, especially after she realized what a great writer she was. There was no guessing with Avery, whatever she was feeling came across clear as day a trait she always admired. With a sultry smirk, she made her way over to her friend, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and sliding into the desk next to her.

“And just how is the first day back, my little journalist?”

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Wed May 22, 2013 1:30 am

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Location: Journalism.
Mood: Content.

Avery smiled brightly as her friend approached, placing her usually mobile pen to side of her books that were piled in an orderly fashion before her. Lifting a seemingly dainty hand into the air, she wiggled her fingers in a playful wave.

"Uneventful, unless you consider bullying to be particularly exciting," she sighed. Her lengthy nails drummed lazily on the smooth surface of the desk as he rolled her eyes with a spiteful laugh. "Jacob Dentt strikes again!" Her rhythmic tapping ceased once the teacher, Mr. Schultz, shot her a displeased look. Muttering an insincere apology, she grinned at Carmen.

Remembering the new kid who stuck up for Melissa Yale, she continued on: "Oh, but there was this new kid who was rather chivalrous. Stood up against Dentt's taunting Melissa Yale. Could be a good headline... NEW KID CHALLENGES RESIDENT BADASS: Seriously Dumb or Commendably Brave?" She leaned back in her chair, picking her pen back up and tapping it against her lips, zoning out for a minute. She really did need a new headline for the paper. Preferably one without mindless gossip, but that was unlikely in a High School setting. Such a pity...

Avery returned her pale-eyed gaze to Carmen and a tentative smile played on her lips. She ran her fingers through her chestnut hair. Carmen was late today, right? Avery thought she was. But it wasn't a big deal. She had a child to worry about, her number one priority.

"Enough about my day... How's your morning been?" she asked quietly, and comfortingly happy.

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Location: Hallways
Mood: Boisterous

Sam poked her in her forehead and rolled his eyes. "Actually, I was talking about myself.... I am sexiness, so this is majorly awk-sauce." he was kidding of course, as he so often was. If anyone took him seriously, they should just jump off a cliff. Preferably a steep one. Like, now. Right fucking now.

His characteristic grin kindheartedly graced his features when he took note of how Serenity played along. Good girl. That meant she was going to be more fun in the near future. He offered her a wink and gasped obnoxiously when the bell rang. By doing so, he tightened his arm around Jasmine and pulled her closer to his chest, practically suffocating her in his wool sweater.

"Oh, no. This is it! This is the end!" he joked, being as dramatic as possible. He needed to get to his next class, but he wasn't going to do so without making a scene of course. That would be so devastatingly anticlimactic. "But before I go, I must ask one thing..."

He released her and got down on one knee, holding his heart desperately.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Wed May 22, 2013 3:53 am

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Location: Outside Tattoo Parlor
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Frey grinned at the advice, but shook her head as an indicator that the advice was impossible to follow. "Like heck I'd take this out, this is perfect." She loved the curve of the metal, and she loved how it felt against her as well. She might only take it out at night, now sleeping with earrings was a different story. Last time she slept with hers on she awoke with read marks all over her ear and her arm, which her ear had been resting on. Not to mention the crick in her neck which was oh-so-painful. Freyjakiu took the proper cleaning kit and held it under her arm so that the label was invisible to the unknowing eye.

Luna suggested they eat at a curry place. Frey hated curry, mainly because one of the main ingredients in most of the dishes were peanuts. And if she did eat peanuts, she'd die, but she didn't need to tell anyone in the moment. Frey turned and looked at Luna with a blank expression, not betraying the paranoia she felt inside. "I hate curry, I do." She said, telling the truth. "Maybe we could have....Japanese food?" Now that, she could eat. Freyjakiu loved Japanese food as much as she loved the people. She's visited there over a summer and came back completely influenced. While Kevyn bought some kind of game that started with an 'O' and had loads of guys in it, Freyjakiu brought an entire box of udon noodles. There were still some leftovers today, but Frey hadn't eaten some in a while.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Thu May 23, 2013 6:12 am

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Location: Rooftop
Status: With Leigh-Ann
Thoughts: "Awkward much?"
Her answer made him smiled and chuckled a bit. As he heard her request he complained a bit but knowing Leigh-Ann he knew they will end up going somewhere else. "Alright sweetheart." Before he could leave the familiar misfit entered making the feel awkward. He got up taking Leigh-Ann's hand pulling her up. As he took her hand and lead the way out he smirked at her and left the room. He let go of her hand pushing his hair out of his face. "Well, dunno anywhere to go but the rooftop princess." He said taking her to the rooftop. He doesn't remember Leigh-Ann going to the rooftop before. She was always with her clique leading them with a strong iron curler. The fact that she's always with her clique doesn't bother him but the fact that they know everything she knows gets annoying.

Victor passed the stairs hearing the gossip quickly about a savior helping the guru leader. he wasn't interested in that stuff since gossip was gossip. No one knows the story but the people involved so he doesn't trust gossip but the people who were there. He turned to Leigh-Ann, "What the hell is up with Melissa and this 'savior'?" It was just too mind provoking to let go. As much as he hated gossip and saying it isn't true some bits of pieces of it is real. "Know this savior Leigh-Ann? The girl who knows everyone." He said. She knew possibly everybody in the school which is something good yet bad. If you know everyone you get interested in them like Victor who finds certain people interesting.

As they walked a bit more they made it to the rooftop. He walked towards the balcony looking down at the students and then at Leigh-Ann. He sighed a bit knowing she may not like it but he loved it up here. It was an escape from all the gossip and rumors that spreads like a forest fire. "Don't say you want to go somewhere else Leigh I like it here." He said warning her a bit from saying anything else back from staying here. He laid down near a shaded place. He patted the cement giving her the sign to sit down. "I want your lap Leigh. It makes a fantastic pillow."

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Location: French VI
Status: Parted ways with Michael
Thoughts: "Another class alone..."
She chuckled a bit and patted his back lightly. "And I don't expect you to do." She said. She clutched onto her english textbook digging her nails into the hardcover book. She bit her lower lip hearing everybody giving pity on her. It got her mad cause she isn't some kind of damsel in distress. If she had the status she would've told him off. She would've but since she was a meek guru girl and her fellow guru's will kick her out because of it. She will have to talk to him another time. Melissa didn't know why but the mysterious man was lingering in her thoughts. She wanted to know who he was and what kind of guy would do such a thing. Melissa sighed knowing she made another enemy because of her attitude but nobody really knew her.

As they walked the bell rang giving the sign that next class is about to start. "Well, I have to go to class Michael. Bye see you later." She gave him a small wave and head off to French VI which was another advanced class. She loved France, it was beautiful and gorgeous. She wished to move there and start a beautiful life leaving this hell hole high school. She made her way to the back seat next to a window. She always sits next to a window losing herself in her thoughts. She put her palm to her face trying to stop thinking of the strange man who sticked up for them. "Maybe he should be a guru..." She thought to herself chewing the inside of her cheeks.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Thu May 23, 2013 2:42 pm

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Location:Nurse's Office--->Rooftop.

When the final bell had finally stopped ringing, Leigh-Ann turned her attention to the sound of the Nurse's door opening only to see a girl walk in. The way she stopped and stared at Leigh-Ann and Victor caused Leigh-Ann's bitch side to come out. Unlike most bitches who simply just lashed out and said snide comments, Leigh-Ann always started silent by giving them the "look over". Starting at the girl's feet and slowly moving up her body, Leigh-Ann raised an eyebrow at what she saw, followed by a smirk. She didn't have to say anything to make the girl feel less about her, the look on her face was enough. She was certain that she had seen this girl countless times and she finally put a name to the face: Janette Standford.

Before Leigh-Ann could open her mouth to say one word to Janette, she was gone. Pity, since Leigh-Ann would have loved to ask her if she wanted to join..the image of Janette's expression if Leigh-Ann had asked such a question made her giggle. She didn't really have much time to even absorb the image before she found herself being pulled from the room. Looking back at Celestial, she gave her a shrug, signaling that this was not what she planned and that she could go to class, she could tell that's what her friend wanted. As they entered the hall around all the chatter about this unsung hero that stood up to Jacob, Leigh-Ann simply rolled her eyes. She wasn't there for it and that was something that was rare; she would have to catch the scoop from someone...

"It was probably the new guy, I don't know his name but I will buy lunch especially if he's a---" Leigh-Ann cut her words short at the moment and stared straight ahead as she fought inwardly to look up at Victor to see if he had caught on to what she was about to say. She was so use to walking with Eyree or her clique and the mention of cute guys was just like mentioning the weather. But she wasn't walking with her group, she was walking with her boyfriend and some things shouldn't be said.

"If he's a potential guru. I will ask Sage about it." Leigh-Ann said to cover her last sentence. When they reached the rooftop, she almost gave out a sigh of protest. It wasn't somewhere she wanted to be...but she knew that it made Victor happy and even she had her moments where she just wanted to see him relaxing so she didn't her opinion, especially after the tone of warning he gave her. She diverted her eyes from him since she knew that he could read her like an open book.

"I wasn't going to say anything." She mumbled out as she made her way over his sitting figure. As she was taking her time walking over to him, her eyes wandered around for a bit, expecting to see someone else. What she wasn't expecting was to see Rose standing just on the other side, looking out into the sky. Her steps quickened but she walked right by Victor and over to her friend. Leaning backwards on the railing that surrounded the rooftop, Leigh-Ann focused her grey orbs onto her.

"What are you doing, Rosalinda." Leigh-Ann asked in a rather matter of fact tone, the tone that usually meant that she wanted a good answer but no answer would be good enough. It was obvious that she wanted to discuss something with Rose, but it would be stupid on Leigh-Ann's part to actually bring up the subject while her boyfriend was just feet away.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Thu May 23, 2013 3:51 pm

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Location: Home/Kingdom Crest High
Status: Late to Journalism
Thoughts: How nice...

Delilah had been up since five, reading her latest novel, Twelve Red Herrings, enthralled by the many twists the short stories within had to offer. When she finished the sixth story, she glanced at her wall clock and realised that it was already going up to six. "I should start getting ready for school now.." she sighed as she rested her red, paperback novel on her bedside table. She petted her sleeping kitten, Whiskers, and he let out a deep purr before stretching and looking at her with his curious, blue eyes. She smiled and petted him again before going to the bathroom. She took a quick hot shower because she believed that it was the best way to start her mornings and got ready for school. She donned the [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] her mom bought for her over the holidays for her first day of her second semester. She was too lazy to protest against her mom choosing her outfits, even though she asked her not to on multiple occasions.

She placed her novel in her handbag and grabbed her car keys before going downstairs to see her mom just pouring herself a cup of fresh coffee. Delilah greeted her mom and poured herself a cup and took a few sips while eating on a slice of toast that her mom slathered with butter. "You do realise how much butter you put on this?" she said contemptuously in between mouthfuls of toast and sips of coffee. Her mother sighed and said, "Well you don't eat much on a morning anyway, you need the energy." "I guess so.." she said, not wanting to start an argument so early with her mother. "Well, I'm off, bye!" she shouted as she was already half-way out of the house. She dropped her bag into her small smart car, it wasn't the most fancy car but it got her to and from where she wanted to go.

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Delilah entered her second class, Journalism, late already on the first day. Just peachy! she thought as Mr. Schultz berated her as he handed her a slip for detention later today. Well, at least I have a legit reason for being home late today.. she mused, trying to think of an elaborate excuse to her mother as to why she landed herself in detention. She slipped into an empty seat at the back of the class, to keep away the stares of the students that made no effort to hide the snobbish looks they gave her, as if to taunt her for being late and earning herself a free pass to detention on the first day of school.

Well I'd rather be teased for something I could have controlled.. she shrugged as she reflected back on her days at her old school, where she was frequently teased for her red hair. She pulled out a notepad and a pen, but she wasn't that focused on the class because she was already thinking on what she would be posting on her blog tonight.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Thu May 23, 2013 8:48 pm

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Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK! She heard Leigh-Ann’s voice filled her ears. She wasn't suspecting to be caught up here. Wasn't suspecting that they where going to be doing this so quickly, She thought that she had until lunch to actually hide away from this- from her. She said her full name to. That was a DEFINITELY bad sign. No no, no. I can’t focus on this right now. What if it’s something good and I’m just over reacting. It can’t be to bad right?

Taking a deep breath Rose takes her time to fix herself up trying to get all the right emotions to show to much on her face. That would be like backing down and showing she was afraid. And no way in hell was that going to happen. Staring at the clouds in the sky she turns her head slightly to look at her friend Leigh-Ann. Knowing that there was no right answer, that there will never BE a right answer to her question Rose wanted to get this small talk over and done with so they could move on to the talk Leigh-Ann REALLY wanted to talk about.

There’s an amazing view up here. Thought I would enjoy it. What about you? Rose asked politely. Looking back out onto the sky she waited for Leigh-Ann to answer so there conversation that was destined to happen, since the moment she bumped into Jacob, to unfold. Take it like a man, don’t pussy out to whatever she has to say. You can do this. Don’t. Back. Down.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Fri May 24, 2013 12:36 am

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Location:Rooftop.

"Victor." That was the only thing that Leigh-Ann said before tilting her head forward to point to where her boyfriend was still waiting for her. She wouldn't keep him waiting long, Leigh-Ann knew how he could get sometimes and the last thing she wanted Rose to see was the two of them arguing. Leigh-Ann cut her eyes over to him for a brief second before turning her attention back to Rose. Her head titled to the side as she stared intensely at her friend, reading her. Slowly a small smile crossed Le0gh-Ann's rosy lips. It was obvious to her that Rose was trying to mask her fear, swallow it down and she could even tell that she was giving herself a pep talk to "not back down". But if the two girls were to be honest about the situation, Leigh-Ann would have loved to watch her crumble--of course only in the eyes of many.

"Don't worry, Rosey. I'm not going to talk about it right now. I said at lunch, and that's what I meant. Don't be late, yeah? You should get to class, a missing Beloved isn't good for our image."

Giving her friend a smile that gave off the look of playfulness but gave the feeling of venom, she gave Rose a light pat on the shoulder before she made her way back over to the waiting Victor. Her eyes wandered to the cement, inspecting the area. She was wearing black jeans and she didn't want to get them dirty...The things you do for love Leigh-Ann thought in a dry manner before slipping off her heels so that she wouldn't scuff them and took a seat where he had patted earlier. Once she was settled, she gave her lap a nice pat to let him know that it was waiting just for him.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Fri May 24, 2013 11:31 pm

Carmen Del Rey

Location: Journalism
Mood: Captivated

“Hm,” Carmen reflected, her sparkling jade irises illuminating with unspoken interest. “Depends on the bully, though Jacob Dent isn’t nearly surprising enough to force my hand to even lift a pen. His brain must be growing pretty damn soft if he can’t summon his rebellious wiles to form something interesting. Mental abuse is just so…blasé.”

A wistful sigh left her lips, as she twirled a lock of her hazel tendrils around her finger. Her eyes glazed over with deep though before the sharp jarring voice of Mrs. Shultz pulled her from her thoughts. Turning her attention back to Avery, she raised an eyebrow at the mention of the new kid’s actions.

“Now that is slightly more intriguing. Melissa…she’s the plain blonde one right? Glasses? A tad freakish? He must be new. Nobody would dare stand up to Jacob, besides the occasional badass looking to usurp the natural order. What a damned fool. However, that might make for a good headline. We could spin it. NEW KID CHALLENGING THE SOCIAL ORDER AT KNIGHT’S CHREST. Plus I like your take. We could ask the reader at the end. Seriously Dumb or Commendably Brave? Maybe even set up a poll. Let the student body decide. I’m surprised Jacob didn’t just beat the shit out of him though…interesting. Maybe Mr. I don’t get a fuck has run out of moxie.”

A light musical laugh left her lips at her comments as she grabbed the nearest pen and quickly began jotting down notes. Once Avery asked about her morning, she quickly set her pen down furrowing her perfectly arched brows at the question.

“Exhausting. Things have been tough with…you know who. I just can’t seem to find enough hours in the day. Between school and outside work…everything feels like it’s falling apart. If I didn’t want to do good by her…I’d honestly have stopped giving two shits a long time ago,” he voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, her relationship with her daughter known only by Avery. It had taken awhile for Carmen to truly trust her, but once she did, it felt as if an immense weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Though Avery might not understand her problems, she would always provide a compassionate ear, something the apparently hardened Carmen was always secretly thankful for.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat May 25, 2013 6:17 pm

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Smirking at the comment, Luna nods. "Very true." When the first food was shot down, she just shrugs. "That could work to." She never was extremely picky.

Hopping on her bike she reffed up and waited for Frey. Tapping her chin twice before going away. There was a spot in town that served excellent tempura with a choice of udon as a side. Or maybe a bit reversed. Oh well.

It only took a few minutes to find the tucked away restaurant. All the best places were easily looked past. Dismounting, she covered her black and grey bra. Pretty little thing but highly inappropriate. The last thing she wants is to have some waiter staring at her breasts instead of taking her order. Fantasies are for the shower not during work.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat May 25, 2013 6:32 pm

---Avery Brennan---
Location: Journalism
Mood: Fascinated

Avery released a melodic laugh at Carmen's jibe at Jacob. His antics were growing old. Being a bully seemed so cliché anyhow. Oh, big deal, hot shot. Picking on the intellectually superior because you lack a brain of your own. At least the meatheads would pay dearly for their misdeeds in the end. the nerds were usually the successful ones in the end from what Avery had noticed. The image of Jacob Dentt calling Melissa Yale "boss" made her bite her lip to prevent herself from snickering at the scene. Amusing, indeed. She was far too into her random fantasy to have even heard the words of old Mrs. Schultz.

Nodding slowly, she confirmed Carmen's identification of Melissa. It was such a shame that the only way to determine the Head Guru was to describe her as "the plain blonde one", "wears glasses" and "freakish". No one would ever judge her by her brains or academic achievement. But that was high school politics: cruel and shallow. For the rest of her high school career, she'd be forever known as the freakish, plain, blonde girl with glasses. Life was tough for the unique.

"You know, Carmen," Avery crooned with a gentle smile full of perfectly gleaming teeth. "I simply adore the way you think." Her idea seemed flawless and she couldn't wait to put the plan into action. The idea of putting the ink onto paper made her tingle with anticipation and excitement.

When Carmen mentioned her daughter, her complacent demeanor changed to that of a more mature and understanding individual. It was true that she could never truly relate to the other girl's hardships, but that didn't mean that she didn't try, despite not having a child of her own at such a young age. She could imagine how hard it was. It must be, having to juggle school, work and raising a kid all at once. The corner of Avery's lips tugged upwards into a knowledgeable half-smile. "But since you do give two shits, you've got to do what's best, right? You're tough, Carmen, and you'll figure it all it. There' no doubt in my mind."

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun May 26, 2013 7:14 pm

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Good Afternoon Kingdom Crest!

Date: January 7th

Time: 3:30 P.M.

Weather: 52 degrees Fahrenheit

All students that are part of the Study Body Government needs to report to the conference room at 4 p.m. sharp to discuss the future events that will be held this semester.

Students who were late this morning need to report to detention, you know who you are!

Through out the day at Kingdom Crest, the news of a gossip site based on Kingdom Crest has been abuzz throughout the entire campus. Rumors speculate that something about certain students with prestige have popped up.

A public announcement by the Beloved's Leader Leigh-Ann has been announced.

"All members and potential members of the Beloveds need to meet at the Lounge by 6 p.m. this evening."

Remember that today the Study Body Government meets at 4:00 P.M.

(Posting may commence. Remember 1-2 decent paragraphs.)

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun May 26, 2013 7:23 pm

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"Yeah, so shall we?" Said Freyjakiu, grinning at Luna's obvious non-pickiness. When they arrived at the restaurant, Freyjakiu saw Luna tuck in her grey bra, and she guessed it probably wasn't out of modesty. Most of her clique were not modest, and Freyjakiu analyzed that Luna probably didn't want anything to be seen inside the resturant. Maybe that could be counted as modesty, she had no idea. "You know, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you going into the resturant like that," Frey said, somewhat obliviously.

She didn't have anything to cover up. Her ripped jean and Led Zeppelin tank ensemble was not the very bit out there, and the only skin showing was patches on her legs.

When they got into the restaurant, Frey saw that it wasn't very elaborate, but it did smell very nice. She glanced to the side and saw packages of udon noodles in the kitchen area. "Shit man," she muttered, mesmerized by the thick pasta. A waiter came up to them, and thankfully he kept his eye on their faces. "May I seat you at a table ma'am?" Freyjakiu rolled her eyes and grinned. "Naw, the floor for two please, of course we want a table." She checked her phone. 3:30.

"Luna we need to eat quickly, Student Body is meeting at 4."

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 2:26 am

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Location: Kingdom Crest High
Status: Walking to detention
Thoughts: Kingdom Crest's very own gossip site? Interesting...

Delilah was happy that her day was almost over, she wished to go to the cafe to continue reading her novel but then she remembered that she had gotten detention, compliments Mr. Schultz, this morning. Dammit! she cursed under her breath. She walked to her locker to return her books from her last class and removed the books she was assigned homework and placed them into her bag. She slammed her locker and made her way to the classroom, where she was sure she'd be the only person there, except for a few members of the "Badasses" clique if they even bothered to show up.

At lunch time and between classes she heard many students of all cliques and grades buzzing about an alleged gossip site about students of Kingdom Crest. Delilah was intrigued about this so-called website and wanted to check it out but she couldn't remember the address correctly. I should've paid more attention.. she silently scolded herself. Maybe someone in detention knows.. she thought hopefully, ...then again, why would delinquents be interested in such a site? They were barely interested in school, much less a website that talked about students they probably don't care about either.

She sighed heavily as she reached the closed door that bore the word 'detention' in plain, black letters. She opened the door and was surprised to see just the teacher and no other students. Are you kidding me? she frowned, hoping she was not the only person stupid enough to get detention on the first day. She exhaled loudly and took a seat near the door and rested her head on her arms on the desk, while awaiting to see if anyone else would be joining her and the teacher who clearly had nothing better to do.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 2:41 am

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Location: Hallway-->Detention
Thoughts: A site? How juvenile.

The hallways were beginning to buzz to life with all the talk about the new site that was just posted up online. Sage didn't have the time to look at it, nor did she particularly care but she couldn't help but feel a bit agitated in general with the entire school so as she made her way down the hall, the air that was circulating around her was no a good one. Usually people who attempt to stop to ask her a question, whether it regarded a question about their homework or some life problem that they didn't know how to handle. But that afternoon as she silently slipped between the crowded corridors, no one dared to speak a word to her or barely cast a glance her way. They all knew what went down, and where she was going because of it.

It all started at lunch time when she decided to eat in the Chemistry lab instead to work on her private experiment. By then the Forensic teacher had made his jolly way down to the principal's office to discuss Sage's odd behavior in class. Which in turn made the principal call her name out on the intercom during lunch since there was no real way to know where exactly she was during the moment. That was the first thing that irritated her, the second one came when she had to abandon her experiment just to walk down the long hall with people staring at her. Of course the third came when the principal asked her about her odd behavior and finding her to be amusing, Sage simply tilted her head to the side and looked at the principal and then to the teacher, to which she narrowed her usually large brown eyes.

Since they got no response from the silent raven-haired girl, they gave her detention for "not cooperating." The nerve! Sage Zachenburg didn't do detention. She had other important things to do, her time was precious! Sage could feel her rage boiling over in the side as her hands clutched her book that she kept to her chest until her knuckles turned a pale white, the blood rushing from them. Other than that, her appearance nor her demeanor of calmness remained. Stopping in front of the room door where the dreaded time would begin, she reached out and opened the door, a creepy, slow creak signalling her arrival.

There at the desk she spotted the same teacher that hand landed her there and raising her index finger to her lips, she gave narrowed her eyes until the man looked away. Entering the room, her large brown eyes spotted a rather...vibrant red haired girl sitting near the door. Something about the girl interested Sage, perhaps it was because she had never seen her before? Whatever the reason, Sage took a seat right next to her so that she could get a good look at her. Tilting her head to the side, she observed the girl for a few moments, wondering if she was worth talking to before she parted her lips and let her rather hushed words leave her mouth.

"You're new."

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 4:00 am

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Location:Hallways---> Conference Room
Thoughts: Why didn't I think of making one...

So, Leigh-Ann honestly didn't know that time could fly so quickly. One moment she was on the rooftop with Victor after interrogating one of her Beloveds and then the bell had rang out again, signalling it was time for lunch. Usually she would have just left Victor right there with a simple peck on the lips but instead she literally begged him to come with her to the cafe. It was something he rarely did and she just wanted to be close to him, something she would only admit when they were alone. Though she didn't expect lunchtime to be uneventful, she wasn't expecting to hear anything about a online burnbook. As soon as she stepped into the cafeteria, the site was on the lips of almost every student and in no time Leigh-Ann was viewing the site on her iPad (she had taken the time out to go and retrieve her large black purse from her car). It wasn't as good as people were making it in her opinion. Small gossip but enough to make you cut your eyes at the person they were talking about and that's exactly what she did the entire lunch period, cut her eyes right at one of her own. Oh yes, they would definitely need to discuss the matter more in depth. With the site out and published, Leigh-Ann thought it would be the perfect time to host a small get-together with her Beloveds and potential Beloveds (they always were on the look out for anyone deemed fabulous enough). That of course was a small number that involved Avery and Carmen. Although Carmen wasn't from Kingdom Heights, Leigh-Ann still liked her personality.

When lunch was out of the way, the rest of the day seem to breeze by to Leigh-Ann. She had talked to her way out of detention with her Chemistry teacher and Creative Writing was one of those classes where you were allowed to express yourself, though Leigh-Ann spent the entire time texting Victor and Celestial like usual, she even sent a text to Jacob asking him what the deal was with Rose. The two of them were good friends and usually Leigh-Ann stayed out of his business but when it came to one of her girls being close to him, it bothered her to no end, she just had to be assured that there was nothing going on.

If he responded to her, she didn't notice for when the bell rang out signaling that the last class of the day was officially over, Leigh-Ann was the first one to exit and enter the crowded halls. She simply stood there a brief second, analyzing the quickest way through and decided that she would just make her peers move out of her way.

“Excuse me. Pardon me, move it!” One hand went one way pushing people carelessy out of the way and the other hand went in the opposite direction to keep people from touching her. In a matter of seconds, the hallway became less crowded as she made her way through, her heels clicking with an arrogant confidence as she made her way to the Conference Room. The door to the room was locked and the key rested inside of her purse so she took a moment to dig through the large back and extract a chain of keys, flipping through them until she found the correct one.

Unlocking the door, Leigh-Ann stepped inside of the room, a small burst of cool air greeting her. Moving over to the rather long desk that sat in the middle of the room, she placed her bag on the table and slid herself up onto the hard surface. Pulling out her phone, she shot a quick text to Victor.

To:Victor ♥♥♥
From: Leigh-Ann
Wait for me? ❤❤❤
Message sent at: 3:36 P.M.

After sending the message, she tossed her cellphone back into her bag and kept her eye out on the door and the clock that hung just above it to make sure that everyone arrived not at 4:01, but exactly at 4:00 P.M. sharp, if there was one thing Leigh-Ann couldn’t stand, it was tardiness to important meetings, waiting meant she was wasting her time.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 7:01 am

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Location: Rooftop
Status: Alone and sleeping
Thoughts: "...blond..."
As Leigh-Ann was interrogating Rose he crossed his arms annoyed by the fact that every time he's alone with Leigh-Ann some beloved or dumb ass ruins it all by showing up and making her busy with their shit. As the bell rang he waited for the two girls to make their way to the cafeteria leaving him alone to get some shut eye. As he was ready to fall asleep and skip detention since detention was stupid and being suspended was a dream the voice of Leigh-Ann trying to convince him to go to the cafeteria was a sight to see since she usually just give him a small kiss on the cheek and head off to the cafeteria being surrounded by beloveds or as he thinks of them Leigh-Ann's bitches. As she gave up he got up and waited till they finally left the rooftop territory and took out his phone. A picture of two toddlers showed up revealing a girl and a boy and a smile from Victors lips.

The thought of it brought him to happiness. He got up putting his phone inside and walked out of the rooftop leaving his stuff knowing no one wants an empty bag pack. He entered the hallways walking around hearing the new kid saving the guru leader. The word Jacob came up and his eyes rolled. Jacob wasn't the best person to be a leader to Victor. The fact that Victor hated the people from his clique meant he hated everybody! He had no reason to hate them he just did. Jacob was a man slut to him and Luna was sorta okay but was some sort of a slut alongside of Jacob. Every girl would love to give Jacob service in anyway. Girls these days. He was lucky Leigh-Ann was the only girl who had some common sense and not be a slut about things.

He walked through the hallways seeing all the cliques talking and laughing making him mad. He wanted to get out and leave. Leave with somebody. Anybody really, as long as they had common sense also. He sighed finding out society these days is falling apart. He walked out of the hallways and into the staircase that lead up to the rooftop. He sat down on a step and looked down at his phone noticing a text from Leigh-Ann.

To: Leigh-Ann
From: Victor
Where?
Message sent at: 3:38 p.m

Victor sighed a bit and walked up the stairs entering the roof-top. He walked to the balcony only to look down at the other high school students. Knowing Leigh-Ann she had a meeting for beloveds which was sorta stupid to him since the freshman's would just glide in the clique if they were rich and beautiful. But this is how the cliques and high school work now-a-days. He sat down leaning against the bars to keep people falling down from the balcony. A certain person invaded his thoughts easily. He stopped for a moment and smiled a bit falling into a deep sleep.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 1:54 pm

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Smirking, Luna waltz in. "Oh, I'm sure the wouldn't mind. It's just that in this day and age, a little skin whirls people out of focus and I don't want to stare at some random dude's package or other breasts to get them to pay attention." If she was going to admiring someone's assets, she's going to do it on her own time.

She shrugs, sitting down. "Like they'll start without the oh so fabulous Freyjakiu." She teases, not even looking at the menu, she knows what she wants. And know it's not sushi. She loves the stuff but if she wanted that she could basically go anywhere. Or even make it herself.

"私は半分のゆで卵テンペラでお願いがあります" She orders without a bat of her eye. Translation: I'll have the half boiled egg tempura please. Roughly that's what that means.

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Well that was ridiculously fast. Almost as though there wasn't school at all. He packed up from his last class and went around to set everything that was unneeded in his locker. He usually doesn't use one that often but considering the amount of clubs he's in and all of the material he's carrying, he's warming up to the idea.

He removed some small articles for his club. Pen, notebook he figured that would be all he needed so he headed off. Student government doesn't run itself. Even so, he went rather slow. No one wanted to be the first one to arrive and he had thirty minutes. It was only a five minute walk. He had no need to scatter.

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Dreck finished the walk to class and blurred through the day. First day back, always an uneventful experience. When the final bell trilled, he went out and threw his bag into his cubby. There was a special event at the gym today, boxing all day. That's the focus. He loves that center for that. Everyday there's a focus because it's small. Of course he doesn't believe it's best but it's welcoming.

Pulling out his pocket device he addressed a text to Victor.

To: Punching Bag
From: The Reining Champ
Hey boxing day. After you drop off your girl swing by for a rematch.
Message sent at 3:40 pm

With that, put it away and started is afternoon jog to the sweat shop.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 6:37 pm

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: "What's taking them so long!?"

It didn't take long for Victor to respond back to her text, which kind of surprised Leigh-Ann. She had expected him to be somewhere sleep, probably on the rooftop. In fact she thought that he might have already left by now but when she dug into her purse to locate her phone and read his message, it was obvious he was still on school grounds. When she read his short message, she felt a wave of anger course through her. She shouldn't have to be texting him to wait for her, Leigh-Ann could have already been gone by now if everyone had arrived already.

To: Victor ♥♥♥
From:Leigh-Ann❤❤❤
I'll meet you out front in the parking lot in about an hour

Message sent at: 3:41 p.m

After she sent the message, she placed the phone on the table instead of her purse to avoid the hassle of digging through the large bag. She was growing bored and what's more, agitated. Why did she show up early again? Folding her arms underneath her breasts, she let out an exaggerated sigh as she folded her right leg over the left one so that it could swing leisurely as she kept her eyes glued on the door. It was odd how she was reacting when the meeting didn't start for another nineteen minutes. Leigh-Ann was giving off the facade of being annoyed with "late" peers, when in actuality her mind was swimming with other things. If this "burn book" was really a site just to burn people, it wouldn't be long before she was a target or maybe even her sister. The thought of someone actually broadcasting any Anderson business made Leigh-Ann chew on her bottom lip. Something about the whole concept of a gossip site was bothering her greatly, because everyone knew that Kingdom Crest was full of dirty secrets, and that meant Queen B was no exception. She would have to talk to someone, maybe a guru to see if they could perhaps track the origin of the site. What was the name of that one guy? Sam? Sammie? He was a friend of her sister's so she would simply steal her phone later and get the boy's number.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 7:00 pm

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Location: Detention
Status: Daydreaming
Thoughts: And who might she be?

Delilah's daydream dissipated when a soft, unfamiliar voice uttered the words "you're new". She didn't remember when she even started to daydream or when other students filled in the seats in the detention room. Well at least I'm not alone.. she smiled to herself but she realised, she really was alone because she hadn't made any friends yet at Kingdom Crest. Her only friends were back at her old school, Lakehurst High, a couple hundred miles away from her current school. Luckily, she got to see them over the Christmas holidays because she was tired of Whiskers being her only friend in her new town and communicating with them via the internet.

Her thoughts immediately went back to the voice which came from an ebony haired girl with large, equally dark eyes. I think I've seen her around.. Delilah mused, trying to remember if she had even seen the girl before. The girl was pale and had soft facial features, it seemed out of place to Delilah when she caught sight of part of a tattoo on the girl's seemingly delicate skin. Ah! A light bulb went off in Delilah's head as she remembered where she had seen the girl before. Delilah saw a glimpse of the ebony-haired girl in the chemistry lab when she passed by to go to her classes. I'm assuming she's a member of the Gurus.. Delilah summarized using the little knowledge she acquired about the cliques in the school.

"Um yeah, I suppose you could say that," Delilah replied. "I'm Delilah," she introduced herself in a soft whisper accompanied by a small smile. She didn't want the teacher to hear her talking and get into even more trouble, especially as she was sitting so close to the front of the class. If Delilah's suspicions about the girl being a member of the Gurus was right, detention was the last place she'd expect to see a Guru. Aren't they basically nerds?

"What's your name?" Delilah asked, being genuinely friendly. "And what brings you to this lovely place?" she added sarcastically.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon May 27, 2013 11:35 pm

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Location: Detention
Thoughts: Why is she whispering...

One eyebrow shot up when she heard the girl whisper out her name. For the life of her, Sage couldn't why she thought she had to be so quiet. It was only detention and the teacher who sat at the desk...at that Sage let her large eyes dart across the room to see the teacher looking over at them. Before he could open his mouth to tell the to be quiet, Sage had placed her index finger to her mouth to signal him to be silent. The look on his face was priceless as the color drained from his usually puffy red face. Eventually he would speak to her mother about her inappropriate behavior but it was the first day of the semester and even Sage was feeling a bit mischievous. Was it truly her fault that the an thought she murdered animals?

Imbecile.

Sage thought to herself before turning her gaze back to the girl who had identified herself as I'm Delilah. What a cute name, it seem to match her as well with her fiery red hair and vibrant emerald eyes. A cute name that matched a cute face. The faintest hint of a smile crossed Sage's lips. A pretty girl was always a secret weakness that she loved to indulge in and since the girl was obviously new, Sage calculated that she hadn't been sucked in to the world of Kingdom Crest just yet, which meant this was the perfect time to make a new friend.

"Nice to meet you Delilah," Sage said in her usual soft tone that came off as if she was trying to whisper herself. "I'm Sage. Sage Zachenburg." Finally placing the book she had been holding against her chest down onto the desk, she outstretched her right arm so that she could extend her hand to Delilah, in a effort to show the girl that not all of Kingdom Crest students were complete idiotic bimbos.

"I was unfortunately placed in here because of a simple misunderstanding, that's all. What about you? As Sage spoke, the room slowly grew in numbers but none to great, only two or three students shuffled in. Though they all shuffled in to the sound of the raven haired girl's voice and to them that was a shock. No one had heard Sage speak more than a few words a day, sometimes people forgot that she could speak.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Tue May 28, 2013 1:27 am

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Location: Detention
Thoughts: "Anywhere's better than where I'm at..."

Asher, begrudgingly, approached the door of the detention room, mumbling curse words beneath every breath. He didn't really care that he had missed Probability and Statistics and he could not quite fathom why the teacher was even concerned with his absence. Was giving him a detention supposed to make him feel apologetic for his supposed misdeed? If that was the case, the school system was surely failing in that department. No amount of discipline would ever truly tame this independent stallion. His stay in juvenile detention only solidified his reluctance to do what was expected of him. Once he had been sent there for unfair charges, he lost all respect for figures of authority, including teachers. One could assumed that his tendencies would make him a badass, but, to his preference, his artistic ways and unwillingness to be labelled as anything prevented him from truly fitting in anywhere. But he liked it that way. If he would forever be a Misfit, so be it. He'd die his own person.

Placing a strong hand on the doorknob, he pushed it open and scanned the room, his gaze immediately falling on Delilah and Sage, who seems to be the only company he would have. Maybe he should just leave now before...

His lazy gaze returned back to Sage with great haste. That didn't seem right. She was a Guru wasn't she? Why the hell was she in a place like this? Last he checked, Gurus followed the rules, but then again: First time for everything.

Shaking his head, he chuckled and sat in a seat closest to the window. He smirked at both girls and gave tim a cursory nod of acknowledgment. "Welcome to detention, ladies."

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Tue May 28, 2013 2:26 am

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Location:Off to detention,(Is deciding to skip)
Thoughts:"Well... i should ditch. but then there's my mom... screw it!

It seeme'd to go by fast. the school day that is. Jane was on the verge of having a complete melt down over the fact that she was assigned detention. mentally batteling with herself whether if she should go to detention or ditch. her rugged hand's slammed the locker door shut. it was self motivation. at this moment she felt like she could do anything, kind of like wonder women/cat lady."I can fucking do it!" she sprinted down the hallway. under-minding the fact that a few student's watched in curiosity while her bag slug around threatning to wrap around her leg and possibly choke her to death. on that fact. that didn't sound bad at all for this moment but she was in fact. motivated to skip detention. just where on earth would she head off to?. the back of the school usually had the detention teacher's smoking back there. and if she hid in the girl's bathroom one of the office attendant's would hunt her down... something that seemed so simple, practically bashed at jane as if it we're a life and death situation. when she had halted in one of the stair-well's of the school. Janes suddenly brunette headed self raised a finger to recognize that she had a plan up her sleeve."Why did i think of the roof?" she giggle'd evil like in a form of act that she was being mischevious. when in reality she really wasn't. her van's flapped against the tiled flloring. each step sounded faster than usual. mostly because she really wasn't Op'd for getting caught and then having "In school suspension" not something she would look forward too.

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It only seem'd to be about what could've been 2 minutes. hauling herself to push the door open that would lead her to the outside world. of what they would call."School roof" she practically shut the door as fast as she open'd it. inhailing a sent of air that only she could never smell while in a class full of cologn,Perfume, and sweaty kid's. Now all Jane had to worry about was her mother. last time she ever skipped class was in the 9th grade. got grounded for about a good month and even had her cell-phone trashed in the trash can.because boy's had a influence on her.when really boy's never made her to thing's she never wante'd to. unlike most of the girl's in this school who lose there virginity. end up on 16 and pregnant and somehow make more money than a Politician. Looking around as if that would necessarily do any good. her eye's landed upon a figure that seem'd balled up in a dog like motion. "What the hell..." she kept walking closer unsure what on earth to say or do. either it was that or to just go back and possibly head off to detention. "is he dead?..." she said in a whisper finally pulling her bag to the side so she could grab a book of some sort. possibly throw it at him to check if he isn't a victum of a comotose."Maybe this'll work" she looked around finally grabbing ahold of her romeo & juliet book and chucking it at him to see what would happen. if all end's unpleasantly. then she could alway's run to the door. before he can that is. she finally realized something though.realizing that this face was very familiur.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Tue May 28, 2013 4:42 am

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Location: Rooftop
Status: Awake and with Janette
Thoughts: "You look like a face I would remember."
As Victor was in his deep sleep a book hit him. He was glad it wasn't a hardcover book or else that would've left a mark. He groaned and slowly got up, "Fuck! The fuck was that for dumb shit?!" He yelled only making out a figure. He couldn't tell if it was Leigh-Ann or another beloved looking for her. He hissed as the sun's rays hit his eyes blinding him for a second. As he rubbed his eyes he made out a figure of a familiar misfit who is always at the wrong place at the wrong time. He sighed and leaned back into the shadows. His back hit the concrete wall not hurting him but giving him a relaxing position. As he took the book and read the title and then he looked at her. He threw the book at her. He wanted to sleep again but it was too late she woke him up bright. Victor mumbled a few swear words which was mostly the F-bomb. As he leaned back his thoughts were crazy. As much as he cared about Leigh-Ann and shit the girl with the strange hair kept on invading his thoughts easily.

He looked at her and he looked at her like she was a fugitive and he was the bounty hunter. The familiar face looked at him and he completely ignored a sign. But when the realization punched him in the face he took out his phone noticing a text from Leigh-Ann but he didn't replied. He didn't take out his phone to text but to remember. The picture of two kids appeared and the familiar face of Jane was left. He looked at her face then the picture. His brow went up and then another glance and his mouth was left opened a bit not making a fool of himself cause he would let his mouth open wide but he didn't. He got up and grabbed her shoulders and looked at her face carefully. "You look familiar, why?" He asked her. Victor didn't know why but his gut gave him a feeling this girl was someone pretty important to him.

Victor let go of her and walked around unsure. He took out his phone and looked at it hard and long. It wasn't a mistake she isn't the girl. Even if she does denies he has proof. Maybe he just thought an old friendship was just a bit too serious, maybe. Victor looked at her and looked away. "I need to stop looking at her and just get some answers." He walked up to her and started to build up all his confidence, "Is this you?" He showed her the picture on his phone practically punching her face with his phone. "Well!?" He said being a bit more aggressive than he thought he would be. He stepped back with his phone and he scratched his head. "Sorry." He apologized lamely.