[hr][h1][b][i][color=00a99d][center] Milo Thatch[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr]
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[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/602712613276745748/anatasia-real-life-disney-1470909837-view-0.png]Ana[/url] sat there with her stretchy sticky hand she had won from a gumball machine earlier that day, sticking it against the cold hard surface of Milo's granite counter top. Milo stood in front of her, washing some dishes. A soft knock could be heard coming from the apartments front door.
[b][center]knock knock knock[/center][/b]
The mail flap opened up and a bunch of letters scattered across the hard wood floor. [Color=gold]"Damn I was really hoping thatd be some free food."[/color] she said as she stood up, walking over to gather the mail. [Color=gold]"Bill, bill, bill bill, ooo look you've been pre approved for a 5,000 dollar credit card."[/color] Ana teased as she waved the letter in the air. [Color=gold]"Hm? What's this? Some real nice embossed letter here signed sent by someone called...Raphael and Issac Abramson. Can I read it?"[/color] 

[color=00a99d]"Knock yourself out."[/color] Milo drained the dishwater and began to dry his hands, leaning against the kitchen wall as he listened to his friend speak. Ana proceeded to read the letter in a dramatic tone.[color=gold]"
[I]Dear Milo Thatch...

We hope to receive your reply. 

Cordially yours,

Raphael & Isaac Abramson[/I]"[/color]
The pair looked at each other for a moment of silence before erupting into a boom of laughter. [Color=gold]"Oh you have to go Milo you just have to!"[/color]

[color=00a99d]"Please, I wouldnt be caught dead replying to that letter. I've told you before that all these people do is pray upon the fragmented as if we were their toys and or something to make a quick buck off. True Romance doesnt exist, Its probably just some rich asshole looking to get a laugh at all the sorry souls who attend."[/color]

Milo walked on over and took the letter out from her hands, tossing it in the garbage. He grabbed his green bomber jacket and car keys as he headed towards the front door. [Color=00a99d]"Come on, let's go get some food, hows chinese sound?"[/color]

 Ana glanced over at the letter that sat atop the trash can. [Color=gold]"Sure. Be right out."[/color] Ana waited for the front door to close, tossing her sticky hand at the letter and pulling it back towards her. [Color=gold]"He'll thank me for this later."[/color] She took the letter with her and mailed it in stating that hed accepted the luxury vacation.[/hider]

 The day had finally arrived, one that Milo was dreading ever since Ana had told him about her [i]brilliant[/i] idea. His eyes glanced over his room once more, looking to see if he had forgotten to pack anything, then taking to check his vintage leather suitcase to ensure he had enough clothes for the duration of the stay. A small sigh slipped out as he ran his hand through his hair wondering what he was supposed to do for a whole week. He glanced at his leather and gold watch, a gift from his father, noting he still had plenty of time before he had to drive out to the airport and had come to the conclusion he could do a bit of filming before he left. Milo took his camera, tripod, and controller over towards his usual filming spot, his grey fabric couch that was nestled between two large windows, large indoor plants, and right before his brick wall interior. He sat down before the camera and stared at it blankly, this would be his [i]second[/i] coming out video. One for being gay, and now another for being fragmented. He reached his hand out and clicked the controller telling his camera to begin recording, another sigh releasing as he attempted to find the words.

	[color=00a99d]”Hey guys, it’s me Milo. So todays video is going to be somewhat different than my usual postings. As will a series of other videos that will be coming out later. You may have already guessed it by the title but...I am fragmented. Now don’t worry, I’m not Lost and I’m sure some of you may be concerned but I’m fine, really. Turns out some extremely wealthy Reunited have decided to throw the party of parties in an attempt to get as many Fragmented to Reunite as they can. I doubt it’ll be anything like the movies and I’m sure enough not holding out any hope for a Romantic bond, but I’m sure Goose would love another friend to visit him at the house. Isn’t that wight whittle buddy? So I welcome you all to my series that i will be starting, ‘Fragmented, But Not Broken’, where i will document myself, the party (as much as I’m allowed to), as well as my own personal experiences and feelings to help shed some insight on what it means to be Fragmented, Reunited, and hopefully not Lost. After the series has finished airing I will take to Twitter, Instagram, and Ofcourse the comment section below for some Q&A questions submitted by you guys in an attempt to answer as much as i can about this world spread phenomenon. As always, this is your friendly neighborhood Milo signing off.”[/color]

	Milo sat in silence for a moment after the camera had turned off, staring at his reflection in the dark lense. He gave Goose a few more pats and chin scratched before grabbing his luggage and heading out. Ana was more than glad to be taking care of his cat while he was gone, she was over all the time anyways so it was the least she could do while she stole his Netflix and Hulu. His trip to the airport was uneventful and he spent the entire flight on his laptop, editing the footage he had just made so that it could hopefully go up later that night or the next morning. A bit of a time crunch all things considered, but it would be week long project just to get a film in every night and hopefully get the videos up once a week or if possible every other day.

	Once he had arrived at a station where he could choose to be lifted off or driven to the estate, there was a small room in which guests were allowed to change for the evenings cocktail party. He quickly swapped out of his typical garb and put on some dark tweed pants, a cotton grey button up with his sleeves rolled 3/4 of the way up his arm and the top button undone, some black suspenders, and a pair of dark leather oxfords. He came out ready for adventure and chose to take the helicopter up to the estate, deciding that some aerial shots would make for great content. Milo took the seat closest to the opening of the chopper and had a steady cam ready, filming the trees, mountains, and beautiful scenery as the flew up and across the owners land, opting to exclude any building or private residences so that no one could attempt to find the owners after the series was released.

	[color=00a99d]”What an amazing view! Do you suppose the whole stay will be this breathtaking?”[/color]

[color=gray]”One could only assume. I tried googling them before accepting and not much had come up. Anyone able to be this much of a social media ghost must have wealth beyond comprehension. Names Jerrod by the way, what’s yours?”[/color] 

If Milo were to turn, he would see a tall thin framed man with pale skin addressing him. He had raven dark hair that contrasted the fair complexion and rose red lips. Some could say he was a real life Snow White. Milo ofcourse did not turn to look as he was busy grabbing some b-roll for his upcoming videos. 

	[color=00a99d]”Names Milo, also known as ThatcherLo across all social media platforms. Don’t worry about the speech by the way I’m gonna dump the audio and add some non-copyrighted music to the background for some b-roll fillers between shoots. Figured if I’m gonna be here I may as well make a documentary on Fragmented to see if all are like me and try to get some guest stars that may want to appear in a video.”[/color]

[color=gray]”Sounds cool. I may hit you up later on that offer depending on how this party goes.”[/color]

	The helicopter ride finally came to an end, landing them near a security checkpoint that was more efficient than a Chink-fil-a drive thru line. As Milo stepped up, he placed his hands out to his side so that they may scan, pat, or do whatever was needed before giving him the go ahead to press forward. At this point his luggage had been taken but he held on to his DSLR camera and a collapsible tripod which was currently in his pocket. He filmed the grande exterior as well as the ornate mosiac flooring, taking in every detail that he could before he spotted security and quickly put the lense cap back on. Milo was handed a universal translator, one far more advanced than the one he currently had equipped, replacing his own with it and hearing the cacophony of sound burst to life as it was all intricately translated to his language. He pulled his camera out once more and turned it towards himself, filming his reactions as he waded through the crowd. His eyes stopped for a moment and his jaw dropped as he stared off into space the camera couldn’t quite reach.

	[color=00a99d]”Oh my gosh, what’s this feeling? It’s...it’s...boredom. Geeze, I’m gonna go grab a drink and mingle. Can’t film at the moment but I’ll be back on as soon as I’m able to.”[/color]

	Milo made his way over towards the bar and ordered a Long Island iced tea. Taking his metal straw out of its case and clinking it into his glass. He sipped on his drink as he watched a few people become reunited. Some people felt the need to suck face, something that Milo really didn’t understand, while others embraced in longing hugs as if they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other in years, a few created great tension in the air as they stared aggressively towards one another before storming off in opposite directions. There certainly was no shortage of emotions here, and no shortage of wealth either. The twins were clearly something akin to Mr. Hammond from the Criton series, sparing no expense for their little project. As time passed by a garish display was pressed before him as the twins made their arrival. Milo couldn’t help but roll his eyes and wonder how long he would last at such an affair.