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"Cheers," Maddox murmured, taking a sip from his glass. Good stuff, impressive. He took another sip as he watched Riley talk. Did she always initiate herself as the ring leader? He shrugged off the flicker of irritation and stood up to follow her and the other boy--Sam, he was pretty...

Woohoo! I'm so glad we're still going! I was getting worried. Haha.

Maddox lifted a hand in a wave to the camera when their host introduced him, and had to fight not to laugh at the introduction they gave him. Ah, he was amused. Still hardly surprising a smile, he looked at each contestant as they were announced, memorizing their names and watching their faces...

I'm all for it, if @Smoaki wants to work as a team. Ha ha. Let me know, friend.

This may be an unsolicited offer, but I could make another character to balance out Smoaki's, if she gets accepted. I don't want to make anything to unfair, I just thought I'd offer. It's up to you, of course...I feel like I'm a bully calling you names by saying shygirl. Haha. But anyway--I...

@JoelHPIS "You getting tired, Joel?" Eric asked, still leaning back against the counter. The kid looked sleepy. His eyes were starting to droop and he seemed a little out of it, in a different way than he had been before, of course. He was glad that episode was over.

Maddox Calloway (no relation to Andrew--or Jesse?--Calloway, who had also been cast on the show) was fully enjoying the ride in the limo. He'd been in one a few times before, but every time it just felt like the lap of luxury. Ah, what a life. It suits me, he thought to himself. He eyed the...

(Sorry I wasn't here earlier.) Eric was glad the Ramen was comforting to him. He would definitely have to remember that little trick, and make sure Samantha always had some on the grocery list. "Feeling better now?"

(Bedtime for me. Good night!)

Samantha led the way into the kitchen, flicking on the lights. The cabinets were a tasteful minty green sort of shade, and the countertops were white. Most everything in the kitchen was shiny and clean. Samantha pulled open the pantry door first, then the fridge. "Sorry you missed supper. We...

Samantha waved the excuses away with a hand. "Don't worry about it. Hi, good night..." she waved the the social worke, and closed the door after she drove away. "Okay, Sam. Would you like a snack? We only have a couple rooms left--the yellow/gray one or the real one, I think..."

Samantha ran down the stairs, a pink robe thrown over a pair of sweatpants and an old college tshirt, excited. Another girl with her nickname, how fun! It had been hard to stay awake through--clearly she was getting old. Ugh, how sad. She pulled open the door and smiled softly. "You must be Sam...

Eric pulled up a chair and sat by Joel. "Midnight snack? Thanks for doing the dishes, Emily."

Eric had decided to try giving Emily and Joel a little time to get to know each other. He took the bags up after he heard the two kids creep downstairs. He showed up in the kitchen a few minutes later with a hoodie that had been on top of Joel's stuff. "Hey, you two. Here's your jacket, buddy."

"Okay. You'll both be just fine. I'll be right back." Eric turned back down the hall and down the stairs.

Name: Maddox Tate Calloway Birth date/Age: October 21, 1990/25 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Appearance: Maddox stands at about six feet tall and is lithe and strong without being overly muscular. He has pale blond hair, a thin nose, and pretty sea-blue eyes. Personality: Maddox...

(No no, I was only thinking about one of each. Or brothers, because I think that would amuse me. Ha ha.)

Eric smiled at Emily, wondering what the offering of the book was about. She seemed like a sweet girl; he was glad she was there. He turned his attention back to Joel. "Tell you what. Why don't you let Emily here help you pick a room, and I'll run downstairs and get your stuff. We'll find you a...

(Lol! I know you've hardly got everything set up, but I think this look like a hilariously awesome idea. I want to join, if I may! How many people can/should I have?)

Eric waited patiently, leaning against the doorframe. He shook his head. "I'm not going to hurt you, Joel. I promise." He would relieve the promise given enough time. "Are you feeling a little better?"