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In Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Behind Blue Eyes [1x1] → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
LOCATION ⤑ On the road
TIME ⤑ Afternoon
INTERACTING WITH ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend], Julius [Ex-Boyfriend]
FEELING ⤑ Nervous. Why was Julius doing this?





No, she didn't want to go anywhere with Julius! She wanted to curl up in Arthur's bed and do nothing all day! Eva let out a very quiet whimper of protest as she was pulled along, though she resigned herself as Arthur closed the passenger door. She didn't have to look back at Julius to know he was looking at her, and she hated it. She hated him! What in the world had she done to deserve this? How could she have known Arthur and Julius were actually related? Of course, she wasn't out of the clear, as Julius decided to poke at the tiger and bring up that she-devil Isabelle. How did he know about her? Eva forced herself to look out the window, doing her best not to react. Hmph, she shouldn't be surprised, Isabelle was right up his 'colossal bitch' type alley or whatever. Of course, Arthur managed to lift her spirits by confirming that yes, she was his first girlfriend. And hopefully only. Of course, her spirits had gone too high, as Julius decided to take them from her and throw them onto the pavement by asking her if Arthur was her first boyfriend. Her eyes flickered to Arthur, who had tensed up slightly. This must have been some divine punishment for him to ask such a question damn well knowing the answer. What was she going to say? Lying to Arthur seemed like a bad idea, especially if Julius would decide to call her out. But telling him the truth seemed just as risky, Arthur was already feeling some type of way with how his grip on the wheel had tightened.

Shifting in her seat, Eva nervously started playing with her hair. She had to answer. Not answering was just as bad as lying. But what if Julius called her out? She didn't want Arthur to fly off the handle again. Eva needed to be honest. "No," Her voice was a lot meeker than before, her previous anger nearly extinguished. God, she hated how she was basically at Julius' mercy. How could she possibly salvage this? Well, they had gotten a lot closer, so even if he wasn't her first, she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else. "Hopefully he'll be my last." She voiced her thoughts, giving Arthur a shy smile, though she couldn't stop fumbling with her hair.



Thinking the ride would help calm her nerves, Gigi was severely disappointed to find that once she had arrived at Alyssa's house she felt just as crappy. As she stopped outside the house, she spotted Mrs. Brady and Adrian, Alyssa's younger brother, getting into her car. Taking off her helmet, she gave them a wave as she walked into the house, spotting Alyssa in the kitchen. The brunette lifted her eyes from the pot she was hovered over and nodded at Gigi, motioning for her to have a seat at the kitchen table. Once she did, she was surprised to see Gigi slump onto her arms. Wow, she had it bad! Alyssa tried to be more sympathetic, leaving the heat on low as she took a seat next to her friend. The poor girl looked like a kicked puppy, her gray eyes unfocused with the slightest of frowns on her lips. It was bizarre for Gigi to show any emotion, so for Alyssa this was quite the treat. She had to remind herself not to enjoy herself too much, as she figured if she said the wrong thing she'd probably end up either scaring her away or end up getting punched in the face.

Patting Gigi's arm, Alyssa smiled at her as she decided to tackle the problem head on. "How are you feeling?" She asked gently, knowing that Gigi was a special case and needed to be handled delicately. When her friend would only let out a whimper in response, Alyssa had to keep herself from laughing. "I'm sure you just caught him off guard. Now, tell me what you're thinking right now."

There were too many emotions for her to properly get a handle on at the moment, her thoughts a giant mess of contradictions and logic failures. "I don't know," Gigi mumbled. "I thought it was what he wanted..."

First things first, Alyssa needed the whole story. The whole juicy story that she would likely hold over Gigi's head for a while, but she wasn't going to tell her that. That's what friends are for! "So the two of you were making out, you gave him the green light, he freaked, and left?" When Gigi shook her head, Alyssa raised her eyebrow at her. "I thought that's what you said happened."

"I had finished a phone call when he decided to..." She started out strong, though her blush seemed to steal her voice for a moment, her hand on her neck. "We didn't make out. He came onto me. If I'm being honest, I couldn't really think straight. But I...couldn't say no." She trailed off, closing her eyes for a moment. The way he touched her felt like a ghost on her skin, igniting a desire she had no idea she could even have. Maybe she should have admitted it to Alyssa, but she couldn't quite form the words. Alyssa watched her patiently, and Gigi figured she could at least try to explain herself. "I really thought it was what he wanted."

"What he wanted, or what you wanted?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does," Alyssa sat up slightly, her hand on Gigi's shoulder. "I told you, it was only a matter of time. You really like Alex, right?"

Gigi finally brought herself to look at Alyssa, unsure how to respond. Her phone buzzed in her pocket again, and Alyssa quickly looked over Gigi's shoulder to see it was from Alexander. She watched Gigi's eyes light up, though she tried to calm herself as Gigi looked at her, bearing a new expression she had never seen on the dark haired girl's face before: panic. "He wants to go to dinner," She put her phone down, her head in her hands.

"That's great!"

"No, it isn't!" She protested.

"Yes, it is. Listen, you're feeling overwhelmed, you made a tiny mistake, you're both going to be just a little awkward around one another," Alyssa made sure to be as clear as possible as she spoke. "So the best thing to do is to take things nice and slow. If you go too fast, you're going to get confused and nervous. The good thing is that Alexander is infamous for charming girls, so all you have to do is follow his lead. Don't overthink, go with your gut, and you'll be fine," She explained, plucking a stray hair off Gigi's face. "Or what, you're not going to go?" Not go? No, she couldn't do that to Alexander, that would probably make things worse. Sitting up, Gigi took in a deep breath, taking her phone in her hand again. Sure. She was just about to send the text when she noticed Alyssa looking at her. "That was super dry. Come on! Add a little something!" She scolded her.

"Like what?" She asked, watching Alyssa snatch her phone from her. Sure. Pick me up at 7? Alyssa sent the text and placed the phone on the counter, looking at Gigi once again as she realized something. "I'm not going to have you around to correct me. What if I say something wrong?"

Good question. Fortunately for her, Alyssa had an answer. "Okay, your problem is that you overthink things. So all you have to do is follow your gut," She cheerfully replied. "Don't think, just act." Her gut usually told her to resort to violence. Not that she was going to admit that to Alyssa. Instead she nodded, running her hands through her hair. Alyssa patted her shoulder once more, though she would stand up. "How about I call Helene and have her dress you up? You want to look nice, right?" She teased. Helene? Shit, she had forgotten all about her contract. Then again, if Alyssa was the one reaching out to her, maybe she could get an idea of what Evan was planning. There was yet to be any updates, but it was taking longer than it should have. No news should have been good news, but Gigi played this game for far too long to let such an optimistic thought get the better of her. Rather than respond directly, she just shrugged, watching Alyssa take her own phone out to call Helene.



While Ariadne was busy chasing down her prey through enemy territory, Evan had his own problems. The news of someone potentially buying out his hired gun's contract was nothing new, the timing was what really got to him. It was too much of a coincidence, too suspicious to think the two events weren't correlated. Generally speaking, he thought Ariadne was doing enough to keep Bastien pinned down, but Evan was started to wonder if it was enough. Maybe they had underestimated him. At the very least, he figured Helene was alright for the moment having told him she had stayed with a friend for the night. As he drove his car, his phone rang for his attention. Finally, a call he had been expecting. "Comme c'est gênant. The agency is quite content with how much Bastien is willing to pay for Giselle's services," Gaspard's voice came through the car's speakers.

"You confirmed it was him?" Evan asked.

"I was not born yesterday, Evan. What better way for him to get to my Étoile than to get the bodyguard I had hired?" He scoffed. "I want to know what is taking Ariadne so long."

"Treading through unfamiliar territory as well as an opposing faction while trying not to draw too much attention to herself makes things complicated," Evan chuckled, though he let out a sigh. "What do you want me to do about Giselle?"

"Until we see which bidder wins, nothing. But I would stay on alert, if things sway the other direction and she gets her chance, I don't doubt she'll take it," Gaspard replied, letting out a sigh. "It's a shame to lose such an asset, but she's too dangerous otherwise. I trust you can handle her."

Evan could, and unfortunately that was what made the situation worse. "Of course. Au revoir."

"Au revoir. Et nous verrons," With that, Gaspard hung up, and Evan let out a long sigh. We will see indeed...

[1]How troublesome. [2]Goodbye. And we will see.
In Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Behind Blue Eyes [1x1] → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
LOCATION ⤑ Myles Household
TIME ⤑ Afternoon
INTERACTING WITH ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend], Julius [Ex-Boyfriend]
FEELING ⤑ Having to hold back anger.





As much as Eva wanted to protest his comment on her 'type', there was no way she could deny it. The first time she had initially seen Arthur, she almost had a heart attack and thought he was Julius. And yeah, once the shock had worn off she ended up keeping an eye on him because she thought he was hot. So what if she had a type, anyway? There was nothing wrong with that! Still, his comment on missing him got him a reaction as she shook her head at him, simply glaring at him. God, she hated how he managed to get under her skin. Why did he even care? He left her! Julius was enjoying this way too much for her comfort, though her anger temporarily fizzled into confusion as he mentioned a bidder. It was like he knew something she didn't. As his face softened, she moved, though she came to a halt as he mentioned the beach. Crap, she didn't even notice Arthur come in. Throwing Julius one last glare, she retreated to Arthur, wrapping her arms around him defensively. As he mentioned the beach, she narrowed her eyes at Julius. Luckily for her, Arthur had left the decision to her, and she was much too happy to squash down Julius' suggestion out of spite.

"We've already gone to the beach," She informed Julius rather cooly, though she backpedaled slightly as she realized she sounded just a touch vindictive. "It's not a good idea, anyway, we just came back from my mother's funeral..." Despite her quieter tone, she couldn't quite control her resentment, taking a slight delight in denying Julius' plans. Knowing him, he probably just wanted to see her in a bathing suit. Then she would probably have to go look for that giant shirt Arthur had gotten her, as even having Julius look at her was making her mad, so if his eyes wandered she would probably lose it.



What the hell just happened?

Slowly sitting up as Alexander grabbed his clothes, Gigi watched him literally run out of her apartment. The way he stuttered and apologized actually brought some shame to the normally stoic girl, and she brought her knees up to her chest, staring down at her bed. Maybe her assumptions had been too hasty. Her hand rested on her neck, her skin still tingling from where Alexander's lips had been. She didn't understand why he ran away like he did. Wasn't it what he wanted? What, the second she possibly reciprocated all of a sudden he was going to freeze up? He could have been joking. For just a moment, she thought she understood Alexander, but it turns out she was just as clueless as ever, it seemed. There were too many questions running through her head, and each one managed to make her feel worse than the last. Dragging herself out of her bed, she decided she may as well get out of bed, but even as she showered and got dressed, she couldn't get Alexander's reaction out of her mind. But this was out of her league, she didn't have the slightest clue what to do or say.

Once she pulled on a shirt and jeans, Gigi picked up her phone. Helene was good with guys, maybe she could decipher Alexander's actions and translate them for her. Then again, with her contract under negotiation, things could get a little awkward for them. Best to keep her distance until things were put back to normal. Alyssa was a good option, she helped her at the dance! Dialing her number, Gigi ran a brush through her hair, a little surprised at how long it took. Damn, her hair was getting too long, it was nearly time to chop it all off. "Hey! You never showed up!" Alyssa's voice came through.

It took Gigi a second to realize what Alyssa was talking about, and Gigi let out a groan. Fuck, she missed Eva's mother's funeral. "Something...came up," She muttered, shaking her head.

"It's okay, Helene didn't come, either," She giggled, making it clear she was just teasing. "So what's up? Having trouble with Alex?"

How the hell did she know? The idea of witchcraft popped into Gigi's head even though she knew it wasn't possible. "Yeah, I was...something weird happened." Alyssa didn't respond, prompting Gigi to continue. "When he woke up he got...a little...frisky...? But nothing really happened and he seemed to snap out of it when I told him--" She stopped, already feeling embarrassed. "The short of it is that he ran away. I don't understand what I did wrong."

"I'm not too surprised," She admitted, a slight rustle heard in the background. "He's a real romantic, he probably wants roses and scented candles and all that good stuff. But most importantly, he wants your heart first. Not your panties."

Gigi had absolutely no idea what that meant. "I don't have a heart," She grumbled, tugging at her hair.

"Sure you don't, that's why you're calling me to find out why you spooked Alex, right?" Alyssa was quick to call her out, although she let out a small grunt. "I'm trying to finish my chores, come over and we can talk more."

"Alright," Gigi agreed, hanging up. Letting out a huff, she ran her hand through her hair, catching her expression in the mirror. Letting out a sigh, she exited her apartment, heading to her bike. Hopefully she'd get some better understanding from Alyssa.



Terrance's laugh did little to assuage her concerns. For a moment she thought he wasn't taking her seriously, and she threw him another pout. Of course, Terrance turned the conversation into his favor when he revealed why he caused the fight at the beach. So he really did hit Isaac because of her! Helene should have felt bad, but there was no way she could hide her smile as Terrance spoke. His sincerity gave her reassurance, just being around him gave her the security she craved. Her eyes were locked on his as he pulled her closer, loving the feeling of his skin. She felt so safe, so secure, like she could give him all her secrets with how much trust she had in Terrance. It was a little scary if she was being completely honest, but the alternative of being away from him wasn't an idea she wanted to entertain. The doubts and fears she had didn't completely go away, but damn Terrance knew how to quiet them down. Her left hand reached up to his face, her fingers lightly touching his jaw, her thumb just below his lower lip. "As long as you're sure. If you really want me and every complication I bring along...then I'm all yours," She told him quietly.

In Behind Blue Eyes [1x1] → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
LOCATION ⤑ Outside Funeral Home
TIME ⤑ Afternoon
INTERACTING WITH ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend], Julius [Ex-Boyfriend]
FEELING ⤑ From quiet to furious.





It wasn't that Eva expected this huge reaction out of him, but she found herself mildly befuddled at Arthur's lack of reaction. When she finally tore herself away from the pictures, she noticed he kept his eyes firmly on the road. Maybe he just didn't know what to say? Fair enough, not like she knew what to do with this new information. Once the car stopped, she made sure to put everything back in the folder, carefully placing it in her purse. Arthur told her to wait in the living room, which she found a little strange. He practically zipped into the house much faster than she did, but she shrugged it off. At least she wasn't at the funeral anymore, she wasn't entirely sure how much longer she could handle it. She watched Arthur run into the kitchen, though as she was addressed, she spotted a much too familiar face looking back at her on the couch. It was Julius. The shock of seeing literally the last person she was expecting actually made her take a step back. What was he doing here? He seemed just as confused as she was, which should have been a sign that it was a coincidence. Once the shock wore off, however, Eva found her blood boiling. What was she doing here? What the fuck was he doing here?! Trying very hard to keep her calm, she reminded herself that he was a guest. All that went flying out the window, however, as she walked up to him. "I'm here with my loving, considerate, loyal boyfriend. You know, someone that actually respects a relationship with me," She huffed out, glaring at him fiercely. "What are you doing here?"



Gigi nodded as Alexander confirmed he wanted breakfast. She was sure she had a few things in the fridge, though she had never made a meal for two. It couldn't be that hard, could it? As she thought about it for a second, Alexander's quick kiss came and frazzled her thoughts, paralyzing her for a moment. There was no time to react as he pulled her onto the bed, though the most she got out was a squeak of surprise before she felt his lips on her neck again. He wanted her for breakfast? What? Considering the fact that she normally knew how to keep her head collected, Alexander was truly something if he was able to rattle her thoughts the way he did with every touch. She felt dizzy again, her heart threatening to pop out of her chest at this point. There was no telling what surprised her more, his forwardness or her own reactions. No need for a mirror, she knew how red her cheeks were, but she was more embarrassed at how much she was...enjoying this. Was it because she had never been touched like this? Then again, Helene loved to grope her, but she didn't like it when she did it. Maybe Alyssa had a point, maybe she really did like Alexander. Still, she wasn't entirely sure how to handle the situation. Should she tell him to stop? Did she want him to stop? How far was he going to go? Was she ready for this? Question after question but she couldn't bring herself to protest. Then that meant she wanted to continue. At least, that was what she thought. And there was nothing wrong with that. Probably. But she had no idea what to do, she never so much as let a guy pat her shoulder before! The only guy that got close was Anthony Malone, who managed to grab her butt, but a kick and a broken table showed it wasn't wanted. She didn't want to kick Alexander off.

Biting down on her lip, she had to take a second to find the courage to speak, her eyes diverted rather nervously. "If that's what you want..." Wow, there was that really soft voice coming out that didn't sound like her usual self again.



Shit, Terrance was awake! Crap, of course he noticed! Why wouldn't he?! Terrance knew her face and the many faces she made thanks to him, so why did she think that he wouldn't notice?! Helene let out a nervous laugh, letting out a slight cough in response. What was she going to say? Should she just admit what she was thinking? Her head was pounding against her skull, not helping with her decision making. Ugh, why was her head hurting so much?! "I feel hungover..." She muttered grumpily, pouting up at Terrance. God, how she loved his morning voice, all husky and a hint of tired. Wait, no, that was a slippery slope, if she didn't focus on what she was going to say she was going to end up getting distracted. But who the hell could blame her? Terrance was an Adonis. And he was hers. Only hers. Was she really going to throw that away? Still, having him with her was only putting him in danger. At the very least, she needed to warn him.

Slowly sitting up, she kept his covers to her chest, frowning at him slightly. "Yeah..." She nodded, taking in a deep breath before she would continue. "Listen, Terrance...there's nothing more that I want in this world than to be with you. I warned you before, but I really need you to understand the situation I'm in," She started slowly. "That day on the beach, I didn't want to let you go. I wanted to tell you how I felt but...after you dropped me off, I was ambushed in my house. If it wasn't for Evan, I'd be dead right now. That's just the reality of my situation, if you had come home with me--" There was no way she could finish that sentence, her hand on her mouth as she tried not to cry. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

In Behind Blue Eyes [1x1] → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
LOCATION ⤑ Outside Funeral Home
TIME ⤑ Afternoon
INTERACTING WITH ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend]
FEELING ⤑ Completely drained.





Get away? Yeah, Eva needed to get out. Letting Arthur guide her, she tried to settle her thoughts as they kept splitting into multiple scenarios. Now that she had a name, she could probably find him. But Brett said that he was always moving from place to place, so would she have any luck? She had to find him. She had to find Victor Salvador. Arthur's phone snapped her out of her thoughts for the moment, and she watched him roll his eyes. For some reason that brought a small smile to her face, though the folder in her hands brought her back down to earth. Poking her fingers through the top, she realized there were more papers tucked away behind the birth certificate. As she got into the passenger side, she laid down the folder on her lap, flipping it open and going through the other documents. A copy of her social security card that also had her with the Salvador last name, a legal name change form, a few other things detailing the hospital she was born, and a few old photos. Eva pulled out the photos tenderly, the faded image showing how old they were, though her eyes widened as the looked at the first one. She recognized Evelyn and Brett immediately, the former scowling as usual and Brett hooking his arm around a third guy's shoulders. The poor guy was clearly not expecting the photo, an expression of confusion on his face. His face was pretty round, giving him a youthful look, his bright sapphire eyes pointed at Brett with his mouth slightly open. Was that Victor? They all wore the same uniform, though the background only showed a statue of a bear. She recognized that bear, it was the mascot of Carlton's high school. They all looked so young, and she was genuinely surprised to see her mother with long hair, seeing as how she always had it short for as long as Eva could remember. The second and third photos were of the three, with Evelyn looking like she was yelling at them. On the fourth photo, Eva let out an audible gasp, nearly dropping everything.

The fourth photo had the previous three, this time all looking at the camera, but on the corner she saw the top half of a pair of eyes that reminded her of herself. Placing it down, she looked at the last photo. It was Victor and a younger girl who was hugging him, throwing a brilliant smile at the camera. Her hair was the same shade as his, her eyes practically sparkling with happiness, though it was her face that caught Eva off guard. For some reason, the girl in the picture looked exactly like Eva. The resemblance was unsettling, like she had jumped into a portal of time to go take that picture. As she examined her carefully, though, she did spot some differences. The young girl was on the thinner side, and she looked taller than Eva did. Still, if she didn't know any better, Eva would have assumed she had a long lost twin. Looking at the back of the photo, she was surprised to see her mother's handwriting: 'Victor & Iris - My future husband and sister-in-law' was scribbled on the back with a drawn heart surrounding the words.

Taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves, she tried to look at Arthur, but she couldn't take her eyes off the photos. "That man you saw that gave me this folder, that was the man my mother married...the guy I thought was my dad," It felt so bizarre to talk about, but considering she had told Arthur, she had no doubt he was going to ask her about the folder. "My father's name...my real father's name is Victor Salvador."



Stifling a yawn, Gigi was tempted to go back to sleep. She could worry about the suspension later, her body telling her that she should lay back down. If her orders were to stay on standby, there was little that she could do, anyway. The best thing was to lay low and pretend everything was fine. Worst case scenario was that someone would buy her out. It was actually a sad thought as she wondered if she would have to relocate. She actually really liked it here. The rustling on her bed told her that Alexander was awake, moreso when he spoke to her. She didn't move, though she did let out a small sigh, her free arm raising to run her hand through her hair. She doubted he heard the conversation, though she knew she didn't say anything that could be linked to anything. "Morning. Sorry if I woke you," She apologized, though it came out as a slight mumble as her sleepiness took a hold of her again. He felt so warm so close to her, his touch making her heart race again. "Do you want breakfast?"



Her phone was going off. The too-familiar bell chime had woken Helene up. Groping the bed blindly, she let out a small groan as she realized it wasn't within arms reach. Forcing herself to sit up, she shuddered, feeling cold, though she saw her phone on a nearby nightstand. Clumsily reaching for it, she tried to clear her throat before she would decide to answer. It was weird, she didn't think she drank last night, but she almost felt hungover. Maybe she was getting sick? "Hello?" Helene croaked out a response as she held her phone to her cheek, rubbing her eyes. When no response came, she looked at her phone and realized she had mistakenly though it was a phone call. Swiping open her phone, she noticed a text from Evan: Stay away from Giselle. Staring at it for a moment, she had no idea what it meant and just dismissed it, closing her phone and placing it down. She was cold, and chose to huddle next to the warmth again, letting out a sigh on content as she let her sleepiness take over. Just as they were about to close, she heard some soft breathing that wasn't hers. Had she slept over a guy's house? How wasted did she get? Her memory was failing her, though she figured she should at least get a good look at the guy. As her eyes scanned his face, she sighed in relief. Okay, it was just Terrance.

Terrance.

Terrance?

Helene bolted upright, the realization slamming her. What the hell? What happened last night? She looked under the sheets, nearly screaming as she realized they were naked. Whoa, whoa, whoa, why were they naked?! Did they sleep together?! Looking around, she knew she was in his room, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how she got there. Had she run into him at the dance? The dance--Terrance was the smooth talking guy! Slowly trying to pry her brain for answers, the memories slowly came back in, sobering her up immensely. That's right, she had confessed how she actually felt, and he returned her feelings...so she came home with him last night. But no, this was a mistake, wasn't it? Looking at Terrance's sleeping form gave Helene a sense of horror, and she mentally berated herself. Okay, she knew his talking and moves were smooth, but she genuinely felt hungover. But when the hell did they drink? She only had punch at the dance! No, she needed to calm down, maybe this was a good thing? What was she saying, no, this was bad! She needed to keep her distance to keep him safe! As the thought crossed her mind, though, she knew she couldn't actually stay away. Lying back down, she held onto him gently, resisting the urge to cry as her heart raced against her chest. What was she going to do?

In Behind Blue Eyes [1x1] → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
LOCATION ⤑ Augustine Funeral Home
TIME ⤑ Late Afternoon
INTERACTING WITH ⤑ Arthur [Boyfriend], Marshall [Stepfather]
FEELING ⤑ Relatively neutral.





'Passionate' was definitely accurate, though 'possessive' was the word that popped into Alyssa's head at first. She didn't know why, but somehow she felt if Arthur knew about a past boyfriend, he'd probably react badly. Then again, with the way Eva clung onto him, Arthur had nothing to worry about. She shrugged it off, although at Alexander's warning, she spotted Helene and Terrance, the redhead laughing. Well, someone was feeling better, after watching Helene mope around it was good to see her cheerful again. Except, the realization hit her, and Alyssa scowled at the pair. Gigi watched them with a mild amusement, though she said nothing. It looked like Helene had thrown caution to the wind. She just hoped she wouldn't come to regret it. "It's alright. I can always walk," She told Alexander.



A low buzzing noise disturbed Gigi's sleep, although it didn't usually take much for the light sleeper to wake. She may have had a little too much fun last night; all that sugar had kept her up longer than she thought. Getting out of bed to see what it was, however, was an entirely different story. Determining where it was coming from, she realized it wasn't her cellphone as she initially assumed. Forcing herself out of bed, she dragged herself to her dresser, pulling the second drawer open. After digging through some of her clothes, she pulled out the beeper. She had honestly forgotten she had it, though the fact that she was getting that and nothing on her cellphone seemed to catch her attention through her sleepiness. She had no idea what the code meant, though it couldn't be good news. Picking up her earpiece, she placed it as she dialed a number on her cellphone, waiting for someone to pick up.

"Good morning!" Jun's much too cheery voice rang through.

"Is there an update I should know about?" She croaked, clearing her throat before going further. "I got a...010 on my pager."

"Pager? You still have that?" He seemed more interested in the actual device than the message. "Hmm...010...I think it means something's changed? God, I can't remember, those dinosaur devices were way too specific. Although I haven't gotten anything, so it might be from upstairs. I'll go ahead and transfer you."

The calming elevator music nearly put Gigi back to sleep as she sat back down on her bed, though she was spared having to wait too long. "I'm glad you've received my message," A very quiet, stern voice was now on the other line. "My name is Kota, I'll be your temporary intelligence officer until further notice. As of this moment, your outstanding contract is currently suspended. Your orders are to standby while negotiations are fulfilled."

This was news to her. Her only contract at the moment was bodyguarding Helene, but she often took side jobs all the time. If it was being negotiated, someone else must have wanted her for another job. Still, it wasn't the first time people had asked for her, so why did it result in a suspension? Her tired mind couldn't find an answer, so there was no point in asking. "I have a previous engagement with my current charge. It would be noticed if I didn't attend," She said.

"That's alright. However, while on standby you have no obligations to protect Helene Carbone. Should anything occur, you are not held responsible," That much seemed to wake Gigi up completely. He may as well have stated that something was going to happen. "Negotiations will continue as per our standard procedures, so an update should come later on."

"Do my employers know this?" Gigi asked.

"Yes, but as you know I am not at liberty to say who is negotiating nor can I answer any further questions," Gigi had to bite her tongue. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

Once the call ended, Gigi tossed her earpiece onto her nightstand, her mind racing as she checked her cellphone. So Evan knew her contract was suspended, but she didn't get any messages from him? There was something about all this that didn't sit well with her. She was tempted to call Evan, but maybe staying ignorant would work in her favor. There were a few possible routes this situation could take and she didn't like any of them. But as always, she was a professional, and so she decided she would simply wait for the next order. At least that was what she told herself as she decided to get ready.



"I'm sorry for your loss."

How many times had Eva heard this? She thought she had heard it plenty during the week, but now that the funeral itself had arrived, it seemed to be the first thing out of people's mouth when they approached her. Of course, that was the normal thing to say. They were sorry that she had lost her mother, they were sorry that she had to go through something most people wouldn't wish on anyone. But as they spoke to her, Eva felt like they shouldn't be sorry. It was an odd sensation, watching pity and genuine sympathy in their eyes that she knew she didn't deserve. Of course, she accepted their wishes, giving them a kind smile as thanks, but the entire experience was just bizarre. Should she admit that she wasn't as sad as everyone assumed she was? She should be. She wasn't happy her mother was gone, but she wasn't upset. Truthfully, she felt completely empty since she was given the news and had no idea what to think. Maybe she was just in shock, but if she looked deep enough, she knew how she felt and didn't want to admit it. So rather than confront it Eva just kept pushing it further and further. But seeing Marshall and his grief had brought that feeling back to the surface, and Eva realized what it was.

The crowd was thinning towards the end of the session, though Eva just wanted to leave. It was hard to see Marshall so upset, and her own mixed feelings weren't helping things. A majority of the attendees had been Evelyn's coworkers, most of which lamented the loss of such a strong figure in the company, but even as they spoke to Eva she could tell there was some semblance of satisfaction and resentment. Even at work her mother managed to rub people the wrong way, it seemed. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looked to see Marshall. He was considerably calmer now, though he looked broken. Eva didn't understand how her mother could have gotten such a dedicated man. "How are you holding up?" He asked her. Even with Evelyn gone, he still cared about her.

She was fine. Or at least, she thought she was. "I'm okay. It's almost over, She shrugged slightly, watching a few people leave.

"I'm glad," His response made her feel guilty, though she was positive he didn't mean to. "This might not be a good time, but...I thought you should know that I'm selling the house. I don't think I can manage without your mom there. I'll probably go back to Hillsdale with my brother."

Of course not. She didn't blame him, since she had anything important already with her at Arthur's house, her desire to return lessened significantly. It was actually a little relieving to know she wouldn't have to go back. "Thanks for letting me know," She replied. "I kind of saw it coming if I'm being honest. I don't really blame you, either. But...I'll miss you."

He smiled, probably the first genuine smile he had given all day. "I'm just a phone call away," He assured her, patting her head.

Eva looked away absentmindedly, her eyes falling on a brown haired man. He stood in front of the casket holding a folder, but didn't speak to anyone. Looking at the back of his head, Eva felt that she recognized him. Could it be...? Excusing herself from Marshall, she quietly approached the man, though he seemed to have noticed her, turning just as Eva reached out for him. She retracted her hand nervously, her eyes wide as she looked at the man she knew as Brett. "...Dad?" It came out without her thinking, holding a slight longing she had held back for a long time.

He stared at her for a moment, though his expression was unreadable. He wasn't happy to see her, though he didn't seem angry either. For a split second Eva found herself disappointed, still wishing for his affection. "It's been a while, Eve," He finally replied, turning towards her. "You look surprised to see me."

"I didn't think you'd come," She admitted quietly. "How have you been?"

"Do you really want to know, or are you asking as a courtesy?" His question was rather sharp. She couldn't help but wince slightly. His expression softened slightly, and he ended up looking away from her. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize."

"Yeah, I do. You didn't do anything wrong, Eve. None of what happened was your fault. You didn't pick your parents, you didn't decide who your real father was," Brett sighed, scratching the back of his head. "You were just a little girl who wanted her dad. But when the truth came out...I wasn't strong enough to do what was right. If I'm being honest, I still can't."

She didn't know what to think of his confession, but it made her feel worse. He blamed himself, she blamed herself, and the actual culprit was no longer around, leaving them in pieces. The damage was done. As much as Eva wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to ask for another attempt at repairing their relationship. Even now, she could tell he had trouble looking at her. He probably only saw her birth father's face, a constant reminder of Evelyn's betrayal. "If I'm being honest...I really, really hated her for driving you away," Eva said. "It was...it was hell after you left."

He nodded in understanding, and after a moment of silence fell between them, he handed her the folder he had. "This won't make up for me disappearing on you, but...you deserve to know. She never did tell you about your birth father, did she?" He asked, watching Eva's eyes widen as he spoke. "I figured as much. I can't really tell you where he is, he's always moving from one place to the next. But who knows..." He looked at the casket one more time, and then patted Eva's shoulder. "Take care of yourself."

"You too." She nodded, watching as he walked out. Turning her attention to the folders, the first thing she noticed was a really old document. Legal papers? It was faded, though she quickly realized what it was as she read 'Evangeline Iris Salvador' in a little box. Was this her birth certificate? But the one she had in Arthur's house read 'Evangeline Donna Esperanza', this one had a completely different middle and last name. She looked down, reading her mother's name with her maiden name, and stopped as she read 'Victor Liam Salvador'. That was her birth father's name? Closing the folder, she held it to her chest. Now that she had a name, would she find him? But the revelation just seemed to pile onto her problems, and she felt sick.

Eva nearly screamed as Marshall placed his hand on her arm, so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't seen him approach her. "You look really pale, are you feeling okay?" He asked her, concerned.

"I'm fine," She lied, trying to ignore the urge to throw up.

Luckily Marshall wasn't convinced. "Have Arthur take you somewhere you can lie down, you look like you're about to faint," He insisted.

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Her threat worked well enough that Reia found herself mildly enjoying the shock on Marco's face, moreso when he actually got up and left. She paid no mind to Mr. Alvarez, crossing her arms and remaining seated as her sharp eyes instead followed Marco. Of course, karma seemed displeased with her, as she caught sight of Sol glaring at her. Reia's rather smug look fizzled almost immediately, breaking eye contact as a bolt of fear hit her. Sol wasn't someone to be fucked with, and she should've known better than to mess with Marco. Still, there was no way she was going to apologize or repent for her threat, considering that Marco not only ridiculed her, he didn't even remember what he did. So fuck him. Of course, her already sour mood turned for the worse when Savanna decided to walk by, the two glaring at one another as she did, and Reia let out a huff as she placed her arms on the table. She almost wished that Sol wasn't so mad at her, but she knew she was probably going to pay for it. Oh well.

Vivi put her pencil down as she spotted Savanna walking up to them. Things were going to get interesting, weren't they? Grant watched her as well, and he could practically feel Reia's hatred radiating their way after the blonde girl strut her way towards them. She was probably just as curious as anyone about the new meat, and sure enough she engaged Kai in a brief conversation, complimenting both his hair and looks. Both Grant and Vivi looked at one another briefly before she addressed Vivi. Grant raised his eyebrows, noticing Vivi shift in her seat slightly, her hand scratching the back of her head as she looked down. Holy shit, how did Sav know? He actually found himself impressed, though he was shocked when Sav addressed him next. Vivi noticed as well, smirking to herself.

"Uh...yeah," Grant replied slowly, half wishing Vivi would help him out, but she was enjoying his clear discomfort around Sav. It was public knowledge that Sav and Reia loathed one another, so the fact that she would present herself to boldly was a complete surprise to him. "Surprised you know who I am."

Meanwhile Wade was completely giddy at Ella's acceptance. That was a load off his chest! Leaning back in his seat, he wondered what he should ask first. However, as soon as he figured the best thing to do was exchange numbers, Mr. Alvarez's outburst came. Rather than stick around, however, Ella decided to leave. Wade watched her, confused. She was usually a stickler for the rules, why would she just up and go? "Ella...?" His voice was somewhat quiet as he just sat there, watching her leave. He was completely stumped, trying to figure out what happened. Turning towards Dante, he tried to get his attention.
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