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Sunday service. Church was a staple for most people, but for the Kings it was the after after party. Aaliyah woke up that Sunday morning with the most triumphant stretch, the kind of stretch you feel through your whole body whilst letting out primal cathartic noises. With the crust brushed out her eye she couldn’t help but beam with radiance, what had spurred on such a reaction? While she might have been invisible at homecoming like she was in school, she had made strides to improve her social net worth. The memories raced through her head. Homecoming lasted all of two hours more or less, yet that didn’t deter her peers from going all out. Everything happened so fast too, one-minute Aaliyah was trying to get some punch and wait on JJ and the next there were sirens and all kinds of mess her mama would have said no one had time for.
The night played in her mind like a vcr, in her morning glow she hit the rewind button, turning the tape back all the way to the beginning. While everyone gathered Aaliyah was hoping no one would recognized her all glamed up. Fortunately for her, the queen of high fashion and style (Chanel) managed to find her like a bloodhound tracking a scent. "You're Aaliyah, right?" Aaliyah almost choked on her punch. After a few coughs she was finally able to gain her voice back, only to have been already humiliated by her own actions. Before she could even excuse herself and confirm that she was in fact Aaliyah, Chanel showered her with praise that only caused Aaliyah to become even more flustered as her cheeks gained a tint of red. Chanel probably thought the poor girl was a mute or something as she only reacted with her face rather than actual you know, words.
Between a laugh and sudden shock of hidden vodka, Aaliyah was ready to speak, that was until Jordan Henderson stopped by. Chanel had even managed to introduce the young wallflower to her date, titles and all. It was refreshing to have her biggest inspiration and role model vouch for her so vehemently, it only stung a little bit when she mentioned they weren’t friends. Aaliyah shouldn’t have gotten such a big head anyways, someone of her social caliber had no chance of being friends with someone so high up on the food chain. She tried her best to cover her fading happiness, which was rather easy since Lucas Anderson had managed to knock into Chanel and ooo child she was not having none of that. The shot heard around the world could be heard from Chanel’s monstrous slap, she might as well have slapped the heart and soul of that white boy. Aaliyah mouthed ”oof” as the heated Chanel had walked away shortly after throwing Jordan’s punch cup at Lucas.
Except that wasn’t the only blow of the night, just on the other side of the punch table near the bathrooms another fight had broken out, it was non-other than Salem and Sonny. Except, Sonny was on the floor instead of the DJ booth. Had Sonny been lucky enough he could have met up with Kavi, then they really could have been blood brothers. Sadly, Kavi ended up leaving in the back of a police car. Had Aaliyah not been socially inept, her powers as a wallflower and near invisibility could have led her to take photo of all that transpired and put it on the equivalent of Kings Academy’s gossip girl site. Instead she would just have to make do with her memories.
Now it was time for JJ. The two had finally managed to come together as the rest of everyone’s night was falling apart. She was slow on the uptake as her nervous heart was beating well over her normal heart rate. Yet he managed to calm her nerves without so much as that bright smile. She was wrong about him, maybe he wasn’t the stereotypical jock like the rest. He certainly didn’t find himself in the chaos of what could only be described as the animal kingdom. Aaliyah could have sworn some of those guys and girls acted exactly like lions and hyenas. No, instead the two just passed the night talking, about everything. He didn’t make any moves and respected her boundaries. All she left with was a hug and a thank you for such a great night. Aaliyah’s dad stared him down as she walked to the car which only made her laugh and end the night on a high note.
With the roller coaster of the night and emotions, Aaliyah was ready to tackle the day. She only realized she had no plans after church. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t let that defeat her on such a triumphant day. Aaliyah headed down the stairs, rounding the corner to speak with her parents.
“Why do you look so happy?” her mother said with a playful smile.
“Don’t get any ideas honey” her father said in a rather dry but direct tone.
“Oh, hush I was just having fun. You had fun right sweetie? You looked absolutely gorgeous last night. You should let me do that more often” she remarked.
Aaliyah’s grin crept back onto her face, “Thanks mom, you really did do a great job. Even that girl Chanel said something…well before she slapped the white off this kid” her parents both laughed in unison.
“Well I’m glad you had fun baby, you can tell us more on our way to church.” Aaliyah nodded happily as she made her way to the backseat of her father’s car. Next stop, church.
Now if you don’t know, there’s a few things about black church you might not know. White church usually starts at 9 am and finishes at 9:15, black church starts at 9am and doesn’t finish until next Sunday. The gospel/choir is basically an audition for the voice and let’s not forget the dress code, if you show up in jeans and sneakers lord have mercy on you. Luckily for the King’s, service was light and ended early today. “Ready to go home Aaliyah?” her parents asked, an idea she would probably regret later jumped out of her throat.
“Actually, can we go to the mall mom. I think its time for new clothes” both her mom and dad’s jaws dropped as if they saw the holy ghost behind her.
“S…sure baby, let’s go” and with that Aaliyah smiled from ear to ear.
Before she could get to the mall, she decided to make a twitter and Instagram. Her hands were sweaty as her heart raced through her skin. Finding Chanel and a few others on the timeline, she swallowed her fears and sent several outgoing friend requests. ”Hopefully JJ and Chanel don’t think I’m weird”
The night played in her mind like a vcr, in her morning glow she hit the rewind button, turning the tape back all the way to the beginning. While everyone gathered Aaliyah was hoping no one would recognized her all glamed up. Fortunately for her, the queen of high fashion and style (Chanel) managed to find her like a bloodhound tracking a scent. "You're Aaliyah, right?" Aaliyah almost choked on her punch. After a few coughs she was finally able to gain her voice back, only to have been already humiliated by her own actions. Before she could even excuse herself and confirm that she was in fact Aaliyah, Chanel showered her with praise that only caused Aaliyah to become even more flustered as her cheeks gained a tint of red. Chanel probably thought the poor girl was a mute or something as she only reacted with her face rather than actual you know, words.
Between a laugh and sudden shock of hidden vodka, Aaliyah was ready to speak, that was until Jordan Henderson stopped by. Chanel had even managed to introduce the young wallflower to her date, titles and all. It was refreshing to have her biggest inspiration and role model vouch for her so vehemently, it only stung a little bit when she mentioned they weren’t friends. Aaliyah shouldn’t have gotten such a big head anyways, someone of her social caliber had no chance of being friends with someone so high up on the food chain. She tried her best to cover her fading happiness, which was rather easy since Lucas Anderson had managed to knock into Chanel and ooo child she was not having none of that. The shot heard around the world could be heard from Chanel’s monstrous slap, she might as well have slapped the heart and soul of that white boy. Aaliyah mouthed ”oof” as the heated Chanel had walked away shortly after throwing Jordan’s punch cup at Lucas.
Except that wasn’t the only blow of the night, just on the other side of the punch table near the bathrooms another fight had broken out, it was non-other than Salem and Sonny. Except, Sonny was on the floor instead of the DJ booth. Had Sonny been lucky enough he could have met up with Kavi, then they really could have been blood brothers. Sadly, Kavi ended up leaving in the back of a police car. Had Aaliyah not been socially inept, her powers as a wallflower and near invisibility could have led her to take photo of all that transpired and put it on the equivalent of Kings Academy’s gossip girl site. Instead she would just have to make do with her memories.
Now it was time for JJ. The two had finally managed to come together as the rest of everyone’s night was falling apart. She was slow on the uptake as her nervous heart was beating well over her normal heart rate. Yet he managed to calm her nerves without so much as that bright smile. She was wrong about him, maybe he wasn’t the stereotypical jock like the rest. He certainly didn’t find himself in the chaos of what could only be described as the animal kingdom. Aaliyah could have sworn some of those guys and girls acted exactly like lions and hyenas. No, instead the two just passed the night talking, about everything. He didn’t make any moves and respected her boundaries. All she left with was a hug and a thank you for such a great night. Aaliyah’s dad stared him down as she walked to the car which only made her laugh and end the night on a high note.
With the roller coaster of the night and emotions, Aaliyah was ready to tackle the day. She only realized she had no plans after church. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t let that defeat her on such a triumphant day. Aaliyah headed down the stairs, rounding the corner to speak with her parents.
“Why do you look so happy?” her mother said with a playful smile.
“Don’t get any ideas honey” her father said in a rather dry but direct tone.
“Oh, hush I was just having fun. You had fun right sweetie? You looked absolutely gorgeous last night. You should let me do that more often” she remarked.
Aaliyah’s grin crept back onto her face, “Thanks mom, you really did do a great job. Even that girl Chanel said something…well before she slapped the white off this kid” her parents both laughed in unison.
“Well I’m glad you had fun baby, you can tell us more on our way to church.” Aaliyah nodded happily as she made her way to the backseat of her father’s car. Next stop, church.
Now if you don’t know, there’s a few things about black church you might not know. White church usually starts at 9 am and finishes at 9:15, black church starts at 9am and doesn’t finish until next Sunday. The gospel/choir is basically an audition for the voice and let’s not forget the dress code, if you show up in jeans and sneakers lord have mercy on you. Luckily for the King’s, service was light and ended early today. “Ready to go home Aaliyah?” her parents asked, an idea she would probably regret later jumped out of her throat.
“Actually, can we go to the mall mom. I think its time for new clothes” both her mom and dad’s jaws dropped as if they saw the holy ghost behind her.
“S…sure baby, let’s go” and with that Aaliyah smiled from ear to ear.
Before she could get to the mall, she decided to make a twitter and Instagram. Her hands were sweaty as her heart raced through her skin. Finding Chanel and a few others on the timeline, she swallowed her fears and sent several outgoing friend requests. ”Hopefully JJ and Chanel don’t think I’m weird”
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『Time - Afternoon』
『Location - Wolfe Estate』
『Interaction @GhostMami | Maya Soto, @Lord Wraith | Andrew Wright』
『Location - Wolfe Estate』
『Interaction @GhostMami | Maya Soto, @Lord Wraith | Andrew Wright』
Then
“The number you are trying to reach is currently available. Please try aga—” the phone cut short before the screen illuminated with the keypad once more. Another ten numbers strung together before hitting the call button.
Ring….ring…..ring….
“Allo?”
“Diego, Soy yo, Marco. Oye necessito un favor”
“Marco? No he sabido de ti desde...bueno, ya sabes. Que necesitas?”
“Necesito que investigues algo. Que tu sabes de Montana?”
Ring….ring…..ring….
“Allo?”
“Diego, Soy yo, Marco. Oye necessito un favor”
“Marco? No he sabido de ti desde...bueno, ya sabes. Que necesitas?”
“Necesito que investigues algo. Que tu sabes de Montana?”
Now
“Hopefully the storm passes quick” his driver said.
Marco hated small talk, especially with uber drivers. Today was different though, with no certainty of tomorrow after the apparition of the briefcase nothing was guaranteed. “It’s a terrible day for rain” he said looking out the window up into the clouds. Raid drops coated the screen while a streak of rain ran down parallel to where his cheeks were, an omen? Who knew? Regardless of the weather, Marco still had the blackmail in the recesses of his mind casting a cloud of its own. Arriving at the terminal he took his bags and tipped his driver handsomely before going on his way. ”I need a drink” Marco thought as he made his way to the nearest bar. In all actuality, Marco had relapsed into his alcoholic tendencies and had been drinking after since opening that god forsaken letter and photo. His breath was hot with the stench of brown liquor; an old fashioned was his standard.
A few drinks and cigarettes later Marco found himself in the homestretch of his two hour wait. Time really did drag when you didn’t want it to. Standing in line he couldn’t help but find himself behind a family of four, Marco didn’t particularly like children and these two were no exception. Stepping up with boarding pass in hand, Marco was never more relieved to have been bumped up to first class. This was the first and probably the last time he’d ever get to experience such luxury. Of course, it was too good to be true, even though he wasn’t particular to kids he did know their bedtime stories. Marco was being fattened up only be led to slaughter. Although did that beat the alternative if his secret got out?
Marco spent most of his overnight flight scribbling notes into his journal no bigger than a hand. The more alcohol the less legible his handwriting became, until he inevitably was too intoxicated to stay awake. As the plane landed Marco shook violently awake to the wheels hitting the tarmac, sweat sticking to his shirt while strands of hair were slick with sweat. Marco looked around to see a few startled faces, “What the fuck are you looking at? Mind your business, yeah?!” a few choice words in Spanish were mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. A land with an abundance of green and vegetation was new for Marco, flatland and gorges were his home for the last few years. While it was only one terminal the National Parks airport was more of the same monotony any airport housed, there was just so many people for such a small airport.
Getting lost in the sea of people, Marco had finally found his way to baggage claim. Pushing through people was a bit more tedious than he had hoped for, his patience was wearing rather thin. The one carry on and checked bag was all he needed as he watched everyone else attack the carousel like an all you can eat buffet. Finally making it to the pick up area he was waved down by what Marco could only describe as the butler from Askjeeves or Mr. Monopoly. Marco couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, was this some kind of sick joke? Either way this was the first time he had so much as crack a smile since before the briefcase had sent him on this wild trip. That moment of relaxation was robbed just as fast as it had been given, some tourist had ran into him sending him back into a spiteful recoil. He would have swung a fist had his hand not been filled with a piece of paper. ”Pinche madre, where’d he go?” he thought before cooling down once more to read the small note.
Marco’s eyebrows furrowed at the message. With a quick sleight of hand the note had been quickly placed into his pocket journal and back into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Skipping the hospitality, Marco entered the luxury car and once again finding himself responsible for making small talk with the driver. As he spoke Marco felt less inclined to believe him, why would a family be so interested in someone like him? What did they want? His questions would hopefully find answers within the hour. “Let’s just hope I don’t disappoint. I hope you don’t mind if I smoke in here” he said with a cigarette pressed against the crease of his lips. The car stopped to lo and behold yet another mode of transportation. What did Paul Revere’s Ride say? One if by land, two if by sea? Make that three with that airplane ride. All shock had left him at this point, the destination was all that was on his mind.
Getting off his sea legs, Marco was greeted by quite a beautiful, tall, Asian woman. His rough hands met her gentle handshake before raising her hand to plant a kiss. “I’m Marco, Marco Ronquillo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Señorita” returning her hand so she could send a text message before turning back to him. Marco ignored what she had to say as he scoped out the rather massive estate. While others would most likely be in awe of the beauty, these were a dime a dozen from Marco’s experience. Instead he was more interested in what they had on display, but more importantly what they wanted to hide.
As his eyes covered every inch of the house, Ms. Vandertulip had led him to the great room. “Gracias, I hope to see you soon.” he said with a smirk before making his way down the steps already beaten by four others.
“I guess this is who she meant when she said everyone”
Marco hated small talk, especially with uber drivers. Today was different though, with no certainty of tomorrow after the apparition of the briefcase nothing was guaranteed. “It’s a terrible day for rain” he said looking out the window up into the clouds. Raid drops coated the screen while a streak of rain ran down parallel to where his cheeks were, an omen? Who knew? Regardless of the weather, Marco still had the blackmail in the recesses of his mind casting a cloud of its own. Arriving at the terminal he took his bags and tipped his driver handsomely before going on his way. ”I need a drink” Marco thought as he made his way to the nearest bar. In all actuality, Marco had relapsed into his alcoholic tendencies and had been drinking after since opening that god forsaken letter and photo. His breath was hot with the stench of brown liquor; an old fashioned was his standard.
A few drinks and cigarettes later Marco found himself in the homestretch of his two hour wait. Time really did drag when you didn’t want it to. Standing in line he couldn’t help but find himself behind a family of four, Marco didn’t particularly like children and these two were no exception. Stepping up with boarding pass in hand, Marco was never more relieved to have been bumped up to first class. This was the first and probably the last time he’d ever get to experience such luxury. Of course, it was too good to be true, even though he wasn’t particular to kids he did know their bedtime stories. Marco was being fattened up only be led to slaughter. Although did that beat the alternative if his secret got out?
Marco spent most of his overnight flight scribbling notes into his journal no bigger than a hand. The more alcohol the less legible his handwriting became, until he inevitably was too intoxicated to stay awake. As the plane landed Marco shook violently awake to the wheels hitting the tarmac, sweat sticking to his shirt while strands of hair were slick with sweat. Marco looked around to see a few startled faces, “What the fuck are you looking at? Mind your business, yeah?!” a few choice words in Spanish were mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. A land with an abundance of green and vegetation was new for Marco, flatland and gorges were his home for the last few years. While it was only one terminal the National Parks airport was more of the same monotony any airport housed, there was just so many people for such a small airport.
Getting lost in the sea of people, Marco had finally found his way to baggage claim. Pushing through people was a bit more tedious than he had hoped for, his patience was wearing rather thin. The one carry on and checked bag was all he needed as he watched everyone else attack the carousel like an all you can eat buffet. Finally making it to the pick up area he was waved down by what Marco could only describe as the butler from Askjeeves or Mr. Monopoly. Marco couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, was this some kind of sick joke? Either way this was the first time he had so much as crack a smile since before the briefcase had sent him on this wild trip. That moment of relaxation was robbed just as fast as it had been given, some tourist had ran into him sending him back into a spiteful recoil. He would have swung a fist had his hand not been filled with a piece of paper. ”Pinche madre, where’d he go?” he thought before cooling down once more to read the small note.
Marco’s eyebrows furrowed at the message. With a quick sleight of hand the note had been quickly placed into his pocket journal and back into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Skipping the hospitality, Marco entered the luxury car and once again finding himself responsible for making small talk with the driver. As he spoke Marco felt less inclined to believe him, why would a family be so interested in someone like him? What did they want? His questions would hopefully find answers within the hour. “Let’s just hope I don’t disappoint. I hope you don’t mind if I smoke in here” he said with a cigarette pressed against the crease of his lips. The car stopped to lo and behold yet another mode of transportation. What did Paul Revere’s Ride say? One if by land, two if by sea? Make that three with that airplane ride. All shock had left him at this point, the destination was all that was on his mind.
Getting off his sea legs, Marco was greeted by quite a beautiful, tall, Asian woman. His rough hands met her gentle handshake before raising her hand to plant a kiss. “I’m Marco, Marco Ronquillo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Señorita” returning her hand so she could send a text message before turning back to him. Marco ignored what she had to say as he scoped out the rather massive estate. While others would most likely be in awe of the beauty, these were a dime a dozen from Marco’s experience. Instead he was more interested in what they had on display, but more importantly what they wanted to hide.
As his eyes covered every inch of the house, Ms. Vandertulip had led him to the great room. “Gracias, I hope to see you soon.” he said with a smirk before making his way down the steps already beaten by four others.
“I guess this is who she meant when she said everyone”
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That cast page is actually flames
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Turn that 6 upside down, and it's a nine now.
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Who knew caffeine could be so provocative.
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Bet
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I was hoping to snag one of the starfallen members aligned with getting the sword back that or a begger
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