Realistic or Modern Filthy Rich

[wicked]

Date: June 29th, 2019

Time: 5:00 PM

Location: Floor 32, Apartment of Reagan Blackwell & Catalina Alderidge




Parties can be thrown on any night of the week in New York, especially when you have enough money to limit your worries about waking up for work the next morning without getting fired for running late, but the weekends are simply meant for them, and Manhattan's Elite can throw parties better than anything you've ever experienced. Though the "start of summer" parties came and went with Memorial Day, and the next big celebration doesn't occur until next weekend on the Fourth of July (Hamptons, anyone?), the residents of 50 Central Park South have something to celebrate tonight. Two new faces moved into their building just two days ago, and as we all know, with new faces comes new drama, new relationships, and new fun. Some are just as eager as the media to get to know the newly-discovered offspring of the late James Simons (and her boyfriend), and others... well, others have their reservations. While everyone may not agree on their rights to join such an exclusive group of people without proving themselves, there's one thing that everyone can agree on, and that's that there hasn't been a party in the history of parties with Catalina Alderidge's name attached to it that hasn't been exciting. While this intimate dinner party with the inner circle only may seem like something that could be nothing more than tame, we wouldn't bet money on that...​

 

[lauren.]

Adeline Simons

Role: The Socialite

Dialogue Color: #B13A7C

Location: Her apartment, kitchen

Outfit: Pajamas

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Adeline wasn't in a good mood and honestly, who could blame her? Within a span of weeks, both of her parents died in a horrific and unexpected accident, she found out that her father had a secret life that produced a child that he apparently cared enough about to include in his will, and said child and her boyfriend were moving in with her. It was a lot for anyone to process, but given the fact that Adeline was someone who did not adjust well to anything she couldn't control, it was understandably a lot harder to deal with. While her stress had valid reasons behind it, that wasn't to say that the treatment of her sister, Julien, was fair. Julien hadn't asked to be born, or asked to grow up fatherless, or asked to be tossed into a life of chaos and questions and flashing lights. Her world had been transformed just as quickly as Adeline's had, and there was no reason to believe that Julien wasn't dealing with a similar onslaught of emotions over the past few weeks. Moving into a brand new home (even if it was likely nicer than anything she could have dreamed of) had to have been enough of an adjustment to induce some stress. If that wasn't, being welcomed into their world by an onslaught of paparazzi (who Adeline preferred to deem as being stalkers) had to have been a wake-up call. Maybe Reagan was right, in all of her speeches to Adeline about how she needed to be nice - she was allowed to feel sorry for herself, but that didn't mean that she could vilify innocent people in the process.

It would be a cold day in hell before Adeline acted rationally when she didn't get her way, though.

That was why along the clock had just struck six o'clock, which meant that she should have been making her way up to Reagan's apartment, she was only just then heading out of her bedroom in pajamas. Reagan and irrelevant Catalina thought that it would be appropriate to hold a party for the two people who Adeline believed single-handedly destroyed her life? How absolutely insulting. Maybe it was dramatic, but Adeline was a believer in alliances and while she wouldn't put it past Catalina to want to attempt to make herself relevant by inserting herself into her life, she was offended that Reagan had given this the green light. While spending the past few days together on vacation in Martha's Vineyard, Reagan had attempted to convince Adeline that this party was a great idea - it would allow her to get to know Julien in a more neutral setting, and it might alleviate the "burden" of Adeline having to socialize with them, by allowing Julien and Casper to make friends. Adeline was not willing to hear any of that though. While she had probably, at one point, yessed Reagan to death enough to allow her to think that she was going to show up to this party, she had no plans on gracing anyone with her presence right now.

She had lots of other places that she could be later on, as the night was still young. For now, she was much more content with sitting in her kitchen and grazing on an acai bowl.​

 

[Kitsune2202]

Jasmine J.

Jasmine looked over at the time (3pm) and decided she should probably start getting ready for tonight's party. Apparently it was a welcome to the building dinner party, or was it welcome to the group dinner party? Both? Not that it really mattered, it was a welcome none the least. She expected the warm welcome from Reagan, but hearing Catalina was a part of the preparation too made her nervous. Other then her general distaste for the girl, it just didn't add up since it's not like she was friendly with Adeline or probably cared about how stressful this all was for the girl. So why would she care about her newly discovered sister?

Then again a party was a party, and she also never passed up an opportunity to be a part of one. Truth be told Jasmine figured that was the main pull out of everything for this. Tonight should be small with just a few of them getting together, so it shouldn't get too out of hand. Should being the key word, but once again anything with Cat's name on it had the potential to be a disaster. Regardless it would be nice to see everyone else, meet the two newbies, and also get to talk more to Anastasia who moved in a few weeks ago below her that she'd met already.

She was curious about the new girl, and what she'd be like. She also hoped she was ready for what she was getting herself into with all this. It's not like she really had too much of a choice at the moment. "Hey I'm starting to get ready. Don't you dare leave without me just cause you get ready quicker!" she laugh shouted out to where she thought her brother was in the condo. She was mostly just joking around since if he did want to go ahead of her that'd be fine. They were only going up an elevator, it's not like they were going out-out. She liked living here with her brother, it was a breath of fresh air, to have him around, and away from their overbearing father.

She never felt like she had much freedom in her life, which is ironic because most would assume when you are born as rich as they were you'd have nothing but freedom. Normally such a thing would be true if the person with all the wealth didn't attach chains of limitations on being able to have access to it. Sure now she had her own money, but when you live your whole life like that it's difficult to break the habit of wanting to please. This place offered her a level of that freedom she'd never had before.

Right now she needed to focus before she spent three hours getting ready from day dreaming. She washed up, curled her hair, and then walked around in her closet for a bit tapping her chin wondering what would be the perfect outfit. It was a night of 1st impressions, and everyone knows those are key. It was a party, but they weren't at a club, it was just dinner. She wanted to look good because everyone should be there. Choices, choices, choices. She finally settled on a gold skirt, and loose purple top. She felt it looked cute, but wasn't over the top since this was just dinner. After accessorizing, throwing on some black and gold heels, and doing her make-up to finish the look she looked herself over in her full body mirror. Perfect.

She looked at the time (5pm). Not too bad. "I'm ready!" She called out as she walked towards the door to leave. She looked around a second waiting for a reply to make sure she wasn't the one in fact leaving him behind.

Location: Her half of the condo

Interactions: Soap (James)

Outfit: Here

Mood: Curious, Cautious, Excited

The Saint

code by @pasta

 

[Soap]

James Jackson​

Location: His Apartment, --> Reagan and Catalina's Apartment.
Mood: Bittersweet, Nervous.
Interactions: Jasmine.
Mentions: Cat, Matthew.
Tags: Kitsune2202 eggsaladsandwitch

The sound of the water running was the only audible thing into the bathroom, giving that the bathroom itself was big enough it echoed, bouncing off the dark tiles and barely shaking James out of his daze. Lifting his head up and running a hand across his face, effectively working against the 'hangover' he was in. Jamie doesn't drink very much, well, he used to not drink so much. He wouldn't go overboard and say he was an alcoholic in the works, just yet. He doesn't remember it being so difficult to stop drinking in the first place. But then again, that was way before everything happened. It was a long day at work yesterday, or... well... today? Jamie gets a bit confused whenever he comes home in the AM'S... What he means is, not all of it was spent drinking. Stepping out of the shower, he glanced at himself in the mirror and tilted his head to the side, grabbing a razor before hesitating. Ava told him on more than a few occasions that his stubble made him seem a bit older, he chuckled softly to himself. She always use to bring up age between them, two years wasn't a huge different for Jamie, but she insisted on making it seem like she was superior.

His smile faded as he placed the razor back down and he opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing the Tylenol bottle and shaking a small pill out of it's container. It wasn't for his headache, he'd put the few pills Matthew had given him a week before into it. Almost dropping the glass he'd grabbed moments before to fill it up with water, with another glance in the mirror, he shook his head in disappointment with himself and downed the pill and placing the glass down with a small thud.

Searching his closet for something appropriate for... a 'dinner party?' He picked out slacks and a black collared shirt, yeah... that'll do. Is that what this was? Either way, Jamie wasn't interested in any parties. He's been like that for the longest he can remember. The thought of being forced to mingle around and keeping conversations with people he usually wouldn't talk to in any social setting... well, it didn't sound like much fun. But Reagan was bound to be there, so there was one person he enjoyed being around. Plus, if he really wanted to be super weird, he could stick around Jasmine through the whole thing.

Though, probably not the best idea to be deemed the weirdo in the hotel.

Let's be honest though? He probably already was, he finished changing as he buttoned up the collar on his shirt while he heard a familiar semi-annoying certain sister call out, merely rolling his eyes, as if he'd leave without her and give them the wine he'd bought himself. Not that he had anything against Reagan's friends, or well, people that his sister and her associated with. But Catalina could prove to be... a lot, sometimes. And a lot was... well, a lot for James to handle. "Relax! I need you to help me pretend I'm sociable and enjoy dinner parties like an old man." He furrowed his eyebrows and walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, plopping down onto the couch. It was nice living with his sister without his father's constant bickering on how easily he could snatch a job like his. After Ava's death, it was nice to have some sort of familiarity again. "...It is a dinner party right? Like, we're gonna get food out of this?" He asked, as he fumbled with the remote for a few seconds before effectively turning it on, Animal Planet. Cool? He guesses anyway. Sports was never really a thing for Jamie and no matter how many baseball games Ava had dragged him to... it just really wasn't for him.

Not long after, Jamie was extremely invested into whatever this monkey's plan was, was it ever going to find a shelter for her child? The world may never know as Jasmine called out. "It was just getting good though." He shook his head in mock annoyance and turned off the tv. He pretended to have a camera in his hands as he snapped a pretend photo of Jasmine. "A whole two hours, look America! At the outfit the amazing Jasmine Jackson had put together in the longest two hours of her brother's life." He teased and opened the door and gestured for her to walk through first.

"Quick, before the paparazzi come to try your famous lasagna." So, his sister being a chef definitely had it's perks. But that didn't mean he couldn't joke about it. Despite her own annoyance that might come from it. Closing the door behind the two as they walked to the elevator and pressing the desired floor number, he put his free hand in his pocket, fiddling with his own card key. The elevator dinged and his tapping stopped almost instantly. "Here goes nothing." He wasn't excited to be here whatsoever. But he put on a smile as they both walked to the door, glancing at Jasmine before he knocked on it.

They were supposed to knock, right?

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[copacetic]

Julien Campbell
Location: Her Room
Mentions: Adeline ( lauren. )
Interactions: Casper ( wicked )
Outfit: x

Julien had many ups and downs in her life, but she never thought that finding out who her father was would be the most confusing and complicated moment. A major celebrity was probably the last thing she expected her father to be. Sure, she had considered that she was a product of an affair, but she would have never believed it was with James Simons. Emotionally, Julien was pretty lost. She was relieved to finally find out the answer to the questions she had been trying to answer for her whole life, but she was also faced with a sense of loss. She would never have the opportunity to get to know or at least meet her father. And that emotion came with a host of problems. Was it wrong to feel upset about losing someone she's never met or had a relationship with? She was also angry. Angry at her father and even a little at her mom, though she would never let her know that. She didn't understand how he could know about her and care enough to keep her in his will and stipulate that she had to get to know her sister but never reach out or even acknowledge her.

Then came the whole sister situation. Julien was honestly excited to learn she had a sibling, which was something she had always wanted. She always envied Casper's family. Though they treated her like she was a part of it, it wasn't the same as her having her own sibling. Julien was very aware of feelings, she had years of therapy to thank for that. So, she didn't expect her sister, who had lost both of her parents and found out her dad cheated on her mom, to be excited to meet her or want a relationship with her right off the bat. But, she did want to build a relationship, that is if Adeline would let her. She definitely did not seem to be even the least bit interested, but Julien expects that will take some time. While she keeps telling herself that Adeline will come around, she is terrified that nothing she does will matter and Adeline will hate her for the rest of her life. Adeline was also the only person to truly know what her father was like as a person and as a father. While she was able to find the basic information on him through a quick Google search, the internet could never tell her what her sister knew. It would be a lie if Julien said she never wondered what it would be like if she grew up with her father in her life. She would probably be a different person.

So many questions about her father rattled around in her head while she was thrown into a brand new life head-first. She was overwhelmed by the onslaught of paparazzi, press, and regular people trying to pry into her life. It didn't help that her "friends" from high school broadcast her mental health struggles, including the fact that she was hospitalized for an eating disorder, just to make some quick cash. The complete invasion of privacy was something Julien was hardly managing. Sure, if she were anyone else, she would be curious about this superstar's secret child, but living with everything was too much. She would have loved to get to know the city she is now living in, but she is a bit apprehensive about roaming when she is constantly harassed. Of course, this should die down soon, but that couldn't come soon enough. She felt so out of place in such a nice home. It was lovely, but it was so much fancier than anything she has ever experienced. Thankfully the others seem fairly welcoming. Or at least the ones who decided to throw a dinner party, welcoming her. She felt like she wouldn't quite fit in, but it would be nice if she could make a friend or two. She loved Casper with all of her heart, but she couldn't constantly expect him to be there for her 24/7. That wouldn't be fair, especially considering his entire life was uprooted too.

She finished scribbling her thoughts in her journal, which she placed on her bookshelf with all of her past journals. She's been keeping them since she was young, saving them all. She walked back over to a mirror to look herself over once more. She straightened the skirt of her dress and fiddled with her hair a bit. She wanted to look nice and make a good first impression. She checked the time and then put on her shoes and turned to Casper. "You ready? I don't know if I'm nervous or if I am excited. Should I change my outfit? What if they don't like me?" she rambled. The fact that she rambled like that gave her the answer to how she was feeling. Although, nervous felt like a bit of an understatement. It would probably be correct to say that she was a bit scared for the dinner. Casper got along with people so easily, so she was glad he was here. She was normally pretty sociable, but she was so invested in the stakes of this dinner, she decided she would let Casper take the lead on socializing since it came so naturally to him.

 

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serena renée evers location. Anya's Apartment / The Party | mentions. Anya, The Jacksons | mood. nervous

The Visionary

Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have let herself in, but still. Anya had made a promise to her, and Serena intended on her friend keeping it. Holding the champagne bottle in one hand, Serena's other hand easily found the knob and turned it. To her surprise, the door gave, and she stumbled through. "It's five, Anya!" Serena murmured as she gently placed the bottle of champagne on the counter. "Which means that you have to come with me to the dinner party. You promised." Serena insisted as she sought out her friend. Her hands flitted to her dress: a creation of her own. It was nothing fancy, simply a black cocktail dress that hung off of one shoulder. But rather than having the same fabric, the shoulder was a sheer lace. It was simple, elegant, and part of her up and coming collection.


Okay, clearly Anya was paying more attention to her choreography taping. Serena paused for a minute, noting how the other was yet to get ready. Serena shot her a patient smile and tapped her watch, indicating that she wanted to go. She took into consideration how the other was working--hm. It would take her a hot minute to get ready, and Serena definitely didn't want to show up late. "Here, Anya. I'll wait for you down the hallway, yes? You can finish up and---do whatever." Serena's hands fluttered around as she quietly slipped out the back, quickly heading to the hallway. She barely managed to grab the bottle of champagne before she did.



As she made her way down the hallway, her eyes caught on another pair standing out on the hallway. Ah, looks like they weren't the first ones there: perfect timing. Serena hated being first: she never knew what to do. Was she to sit awkwardly as everyone else rushed around her? Was she to help out? There was no clearly defined rule, and any time Serena offered her help, she was always turned down. It made her more relaxed when there were others around: she wouldn't be out of place. Besides, conversation was fun, she always enjoyed learning about others. It didn't seem like it due to her quiet composure, but she truly did enjoy interaction.



Oh! She recognized who was at the end. Jasmine--and was that her brother standing next to her? Serena was somewhat acquainted with the sister, but hadn't met the brother yet. "Hey, guys. I'm guessing you're here for Reagan and Catalina's bash too? You're in luck, I brought the good champagne for the welcome." Serena wiggled the rose gold bottle with a grin. She asked as she stopped at the door, a warm smile on her face. She gave the man a friendly wave. "Hi, I'm Serena. I'm only a few doors down." She said in a cheerful inflection. "You two look absolutely lovely." And she wasn't joking--it wasn't a commonplace statement that she arbitrarily threw in, but rather a genuine comment: she did appreciate their fashion sense.



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[deianeira]

[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]catalina alderidge [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the wild child[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The last hour before an event was always hectic, and she absolutely reveled in it.

It was the rush of excitement, the feeling of both fear and happiness, and success, the hurry to get everything in place, everything perfect. Catalina Alderidge was by no means known as a boring person, and her parties reflected that, even one’s as dull in premise as a ‘dinner party’. In her opinion, if you couldn’t get drunk, it shouldn’t count as a party, but that was neither here nor there, and also not the topic of tonight.

Flying around the door to her room in only her bra and underwear---Catalina had stripped in the living room when she realized she still wasn’t dressed---she shrieked across the apartment at Reagan. “Rea-darling! Have you seen my dress?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she rummaged through her closet like there was a fire lit under her ass. This was important matters. She couldn’t host her own party looking like a commoner.

Catalina had searched half her closet by the time she finally found was she was looking for. Letting out of “Ha!” of triumph, she ripped the red mini-dress off of its hanger with a vengeance, quickly stepping into it and pulling up. Catalina had already done her makeup and hair, so she moved over to the mirror to take in her look. The dress, both low-cut and short in length, showed off her assets wonderfully, and she laughed giddily to herself as she twirled and posed in front of her reflection. ‘I look hot,’ she smirked, ‘What a great buy!’

She hastily slipped on some red heels and rushed back into the main hall. From here, Catalina could see the table was already set, thirteen places set just for them. Thankfully, the table was circular in nature; there would be none of that arguing about who sat at the head of the table. Of course, if that were the case, Catalina would certainly be the one to get it. She glanced over at the grandfather clock in the right corner. 4:58. Alright, it was almost time. Though, she couldn’t quite imagine everyone getting here on time, anyway.

As if reading her thoughts, it was only a few moments that there was a sharp rap against their apartment door. Honestly, who knocked on the door for a party? Obviously, these weren’t the boys from Floor 30. “Reagan! I’ll get it!”

Throwing the door open with much of the same enthusiasm she had exuded all night, Catalina threw open the door, grinning like a cheshire cat. “Hello, hello~!” She trilled, taking in the view of her guests. Of course, it was those damn siblings. God, they were annoying with their sweet personalities and tacky clothing and good relationship with their parents. It was just so… domestic. Ugh, how sickening. Still, her grin remained plastered on her face as she looked between the two of them “Well, if it isn’t James and Jasmine Jackson!” She exclaimed, looking them both up and down, “Welcome!”

As she moved to the side to let the pair in, her eyes caught a sliver of another party-goer, seemingly carrying a bottle of champagne. Catalina’s eyes visibly widened, and she pushed past the siblings into the hallway. She grabbed the stranger and pulled her into a tight hug.

Anyone that would bring alcohol to one of Catalina’s parties---especially when Reagan had tried to outlaw anything more than wine for tonight---was welcome in her eyes. Pulling back and holding the girl at arm’s length, she scrutinized her, and realized she must be Serena, one of the people she hadn’t met yet. “Serena, right? Can I call you Rina?” Catalina smiled, hoping it seemed disarming, “I see you brought champagne. Thanks for that! Reagan tried to go all ‘prohibition’ on our party!” The younger girl’s laughter filled the hallway, and she grabbed Serena’s hand, pulling her into the apartment. As they moved in, she shot one last glance at the siblings, “You guys come in, too!” [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]mood: excited | interaction: A_Writer Soap Kitsune2202 thirteen
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[A_Writer]

Reagan wasn't the kind of person who did drama. It was just very childish to her - she didn't have the time or energy to be involved in it. She was the kind of person who was very blunt and to the point with things, so if she had a problem with someone, they were going to know about it, and they were either going to solve it, or simply not associate with each other anymore. She didn't enjoy petty behavior and having to run around worrying about if someone was going to occupy the same space as her, and how she would have to act. It was too costing and she had better things to devote her energy to. As much as she would have enjoyed to avoid drama entirely, she always ended up having to help other people with theirs.

Make no mistake - while Reagan looked out for her friends, she wasn't a soft, lovey-dovey, handing out hugs kind of girl. She was actually nearly the opposite. She disliked dealing with people when they were super emotional, because crying, and tears, and getting "deep" often made her uncomfortable. She wasn't into hugs or sweet moments. She fell more onto the colder side - the personality type where people were typically shocked to hear that she was actually the best person to go to for advice or comfort, because for the most part, she came off as unable to show any sort of warm emotions. Call it a defense mechanism, and maybe it was, but she just wasn't open like that.

She had been sipping on Tom Collins at the hotel bar for most of the afternoon. While she was a wine drinker when she was home alone with nothing to do, Reagan really only drank hard liquor when she was socializing with people. Given the potential for tonight to go wrong quickly, she had started earlier than she normally would have. She excused herself from the apartment early on in the day, as she didn't enjoy party planning as much as Catalina, and didn't want to absorb any of her stress in a second-hand sense, and had enjoyed herself at the bar. Living on top of such a glamorous hotel meant that there was constantly a new, interesting person to talk to at the bar, and Reagan found herself frequently it often. It helped that she knew the bartenders very well by now, so there was never a lapse in interesting conversation when she was in the mood for it.

As it neared five o'clock, the time that the party was supposed to begin, she began to make her way back upstairs. She knew that Catalina would get on her about being late, but she wasn't very worried about that, especially since she was sure that all of the other guests would prove to be a distraction. Instead of going straight to her own apartment, she had the front desk buzz her into Adeline's apartment, ensuring that the private elevator for residents stopped on her floor. The girl had been ignoring her texts all day, and while the petulant behavior would usually make Reagan want to ignore her in return, simply to show Adeline that she wasn't going to get anywhere by acting like a child, Adeline deserved a little bit more patience lately. Her parents' deaths were still fresh and that in itself was enough to warrant sympathy, but then add on all of the changes going on, and Reagan felt the need to be nicer than she normally would have been.

Knocking on the apartment door, she wasn't sure if she would be greeted by Adeline or her new sister, who Reagan hadn't met yet, or the boyfriend, but she knocked nonetheless.

(mentions: lauren. deianeira copacetic wicked )​

 

[Thrushwing]

Nathaniel Lancastor
"Nate/Nathan" | The CEO
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mentions: Reagan ( A_Writer )
location: Gravity Ventures -> Adeline's apt.

The 5'4" older man with a balding head, patchy mustache and small pouch of overhanging belly furrowed his brow as he looked towards the man he had hired for business advice. The two men were complete opposites. The man on the right was tall, around 6'4" and dressed in a black business suit, grey tie and white button up shirt and had payed thousands for his clothing to be custom tailored and designed to his taste. His dress shoes which were an oak brown had an intricate pattern and shone in the light.

"Nathaniel.. your company record is spotless for finding good investments. But this tech company.. Scribble.. all signs point to it continuing to grow enormously and gaining more monetary value. Why are we pulling out then?"

Nathan bit his back a heavy sigh, not trusting himself to answer immediately as he debated how to answer his client. Everything he had said in the past two hours seemed to be wasted on Greg, this infuriating sod on the left. His movements were as slow as his brain, and the man made a tortoise look fast.
"Mr. Smith, as we've discussed... there are small rumors in the business world of Scribble having unsavory methods of dealing with their employees."

The man's face looked completely blank before.. Wait for it after a few minutes he could see the mental toll it took before his client opened his mouth again. Nathan immediately recognized that the man was going to protest again. "When the word gets out of what they're doing it'll be a huge scandal." He quickly interjected before the man could say anything more. The man seem to have an inner debate with himself before finally giving a small nod. "You're right of course. I trust you and your informants."

Nathan looked towards the clock. 5 already? Time had once again betrayed him. It moved so fast when he did business yet every single time his current client had to process something it seemed to take an eternity. "Mr. Smith, please excuse me I have business to attend to. One of my staff will assist you further."

As he walked out of the room he felt a small weight being lifted off his chest. It was good they had taken their assets out of that company. Moreover, he was thinking that maybe he tell another one of his clients to buy it.

Now the rest of the night would be Catalina's party. She was wild but she threw excessive parties.. big bashes which commoners tried to sneak into. Even small intimate parties were glamorous. "Steve.. take me to 50 Central Park South." He glanced at his watch which showed the inner mechanics and was the same beautiful oak color as his shoes. It had gold accents all along the face along with some black on the leather band. He'd be fashionably late but that was understandable considering he had been with a client.

His thoughts were still far away from the party, during the elevator ride to floor 32, before he mentally shook himself. Got to leave work at work That was what Serena always told him, but he had never been one to leave it at the door. No, it was what he lived for.. When he saw the black haired girl standing outside Adeline's door. Reagan the girl always looked pretty but when she spoke you immediately knew she wasn't the type to tell you beautiful lies. The saying "The truth hurts" describes how she spoke sometimes... without all that flattery that typically accompanied celebrities.

"Reagan," His voice was smooth as he approached her, "pleasure seeing you again. I was running a bit behind schedule. Had a client to deal with." He looked around and seeing that no one was there yet he lowered his voice. "I assume that this is the welcoming party for the two newcomers to our building. It'll be interesting seeing some new faces." he said as he rubbed his chin which had stubble all along the jawline and would become a beard eventually if it grew longer.
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[wicked]

Casper couldn't even begin to imagine how Julien was feeling right now. She was so strong... so, so, so strong. While it wasn't the rarest thing and with it being all she knew, he still assumed that growing up in a single parent home was hard in itself. It wasn't something that Cas could relate to, as he came from such a large family that it essentially fell on the opposite end of the spectrum as Julien's family life. To randomly find out who your father was, only to find out that he was dead had to make things even harder. Casper rarely questioned Julien about her feelings about her father not being in the picture before all of this. It was a touchy subject, and again, because he grew up with the opposite, he didn't want to make her feel like she was missing out on anything. In his opinion, any dad that opted out of being in the life of their child was the one who was missing out, and the kid was likely better off anyway. Granted, roaming around this magnificent apartment that he was sure cost tens of millions of dollars made him question whether anyone could be worse off having such money growing up, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Julien was fine before knowing who her father was (it seemed like), and finding out who he was, finding out that he was famous and extraordinarily wealthy and finding out that he was dead had to have brought on an onslaught of emotions. To then find out that she was included in his massive will had to have brought on emotions as well, and lastly, to find out that their were strings attached to getting that money was one more thing to process.

Stepping into this lifestyle had been a culture shock for the two of them, but this was something that Casper could feel firsthand as well. Instead of trying to understand how Julien felt regarding all of those other things, he was stepping into this new world as well. His parents warned him that it was only a matter of time before he ended up on tabloids as being some gold digger trying to get his slice of the Simons fortune, but that was the last of Casper's concerns or interests. He was a small town kid at heart, and he had been really content with his life. He enjoyed being a mechanic, he had just about saved enough money to put a deposit down on a quaint little house in his hometown, and he had the perfect relationship. He was excited for Julien and was more than happy to come along for the ride because he loved her, wanted to support her, and was always down for an adventure, but this was all new to him too.

Even the Simons home felt like a distant planet. Everything was immaculately clean, as if no one lived here at all. Things looked new and expensive and orderly, and it somehow reminded him of one of those really expensive stores that if you ever entered as a kid with your parents, they'd swear that you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week if you dared to even think about touching anything. He wasn't used to expensive, so going from his upbringing to this was a drastic change.

While it was obvious that Adeline didn't want to get to know them, Casper was confident that it was only because she was overwhelmed too. After all, she had known her parents for her entire life. She hadn't just lost her father, but her mother too, and Casper could only imagine how heart wrenching that was. He was certain that if he was in her position, he wouldn't be able to leave bed for at least a month, let alone welcome strangers into his home to live and fill the spaces of those loved ones. He was certain that he could get Adeline to warm up to them, and he wasn't going to stop until he made that happen because he knew that Julien wanted a relationship with her sister, and she deserved it, too.

"You look amazing," he said, smiling reassuringly at Julien when she questioned her appearance. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to tie his shoes as he continued to talk to her. He himself wasn't the biggest fan of having to get dressed up, and he wasn't sure what the dress code for this gathering would be, but he tried to dress his best as well. "Everyone's going to love you, this is going to be great," he continued, standing up and taking her hand in his. "Just be yourself and know that there's no pressure. They're the ones who want to meet you, really, so I think that's already a good start, right?" It wasn't like they were begging to meet anyone (though they definitely wanted to make some alliances, if not friends, here, given the atmosphere in their own home), so he felt like that in itself was a good sign since others were initiating the welcome. "You just have to promise that you're not gonna ditch me for some rich trust fund dude who owns hundreds of Apple stocks and is a Bitcoin fanatic," he added lightly with a playful smile as they headed out of the bedroom.

(interacting with copacetic , entering the room of lauren. )

 

[A_Writer]

Reagan glanced behind her at the sound of the elevator dinging. She watched as Nathaniel exited and headed towards her, slightly confused, but also aware that he and Adeline were friends. She supposed that maybe he was coming to see where she was as well. Maybe it wasn't just her who the blonde was ignoring via text. That in itself increased Reagan's concerns, simply because Adeline was dramatic. It really wouldn't have been shocking if she had decided to disappear to Cannes or Ibiza for a few days to avoid what was going on in her life, though Reagan was certain that TMZ would've posted something about it. Given that, she was somewhat relieved when it seemed like Nate was just confused about where the party was actually being held. She couldn't blame him too much - it would make sense for Adeline to be hosting this party to welcome her sister and the girl's boyfriend into their circle, but obviously, that wasn't in the cards, so she had been the one to initiate it, hence why she and Cat were hosting it.

"You'd be assuming incorrectly," she answered simply, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she glanced at the man from head to toe. Nathan was a decent guy. He was smart, which earned him some respect, but she wasn't sure of his true character. She knew how businessmen, nonetheless businessmen focused on finance, tended to be, but there was always one or two exceptions in everything. "It's the next floor up; Catalina and I are hosting it." She considered leaving it at that, but after glancing back at the closed door in front of her, she looked back towards him. "If you want to be useful, you can escort Adeline's sister and her boyfriend up with you," she added. "I doubt they've made it up there already." She really wasn't sure, but she figured that it would be polite to have someone arrive with them, and besides, she wanted a few minutes to talk to Adeline alone if they were still there.

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[lauren.]

Adeline Simons

Role: The Socialite

Dialogue Color: #B13A7C

Location: Her apartment, kitchen

Outfit: Pajamas

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While Adeline reasonably suspected that the knocking on the door was coming from someone like Reagan, or even Jasmine, looking from her, the petty narrative in her head told her otherwise. She rolled her eyes, managing to partially convince herself that Julien and Casper had been trashy enough to get something as disgusting as Dominos or Taco Bell delivered to their apartment. At this point, she wouldn't have put it past Julien to have her entire extended family move in too, so maybe that was who was knocking. It wasn't healthy how easily Adeline could get her own self riled up, and she was somewhat aware of that, only managing to remove the scowl on her face after remembering how badly she didn't want wrinkles down the line.

Given her overall mood, she considered leaving whoever was at the door stranded. At this point, the only people she wanted to answer for were the maids who cleaned the place daily; an amenity offered by the hotel downstairs, but they had already come and gone earlier, politely refusing Adeline's only somewhat joking request for them to pour cleaning solution into Julien's food discretely in exchange for a couple tens of thousands of dollars. She didn't want to talk to her friends right now, because she knew what they would say -- "grow up", "be the bigger person", "give it a chance", "we're going to have fun". Yeah right. Nonetheless, after a few seconds, she eventually found herself walking down the hall and into the foyer. After looking through the peephole and spotting Reagan (and was that Nate...?), she opened the door.

They both looked nice - very party ready, and somehow that annoyed her further. "Yes?" she stated, skipping the option of actually being polite and greeting them in favor of making her mood quite clear. It took a strong effort to not gaze back over at Nate, whose handsomeness seemed to becoming all the more apparent these days, in favor of fixing her eyes on Reagan. Even as a friend, Reagan was intense and sometimes intimidating, so Adeline knew she wouldn't be able to hold that gaze in a staring contest, but she was going to try now in an attempt to hold her ground.

She could hear voices down the hall, signaling that Julien and Casper were out of their rooms and likely in the kitchen. The sounds forced her to break the short-lived stare in favor of glancing over her shoulder and instinctively rolling her eyes at their mere voices. "I'm sure they'll be up in a minute if that's what you two are here for."
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] xxx [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Matthew Reynolds, or "Chaz" to his fans, was having a rather no-good, terrible, horrible, very bad day. While he typically enjoyed a day off from filming or interviewing or any sort of obligations at all, his day had started off... rather poorly. Instead of waking up to his typically early alarm, he was woken up by a phone call from his manager. Groaning and letting it go to voicemail, the actor's eyes blinked open as he pulled the tiny screen closer to his face. A long string of texts assaulted his eyes, all capital letters and excessive question marks, and he had to scroll up quite a bit to see what the commotion was all about. A link to an article: Chaz Reynolds' Mother Tells All: The Real Story About the Actor's 2017 "Accident." Leaving himself barely any time to process the words he had read, Matthew simply turned off his phone, throwing it across the room and slamming his head back down on his pillow. And thankfully, he was out in little-to-no time at all. No struggling to sleep, alone with his thoughts, just some nice pleasant nothingness to last him most of the day.

Much later, he awoke naturally to bright sunlight streaming in his window, checking the time and realizing that it was almost time for Cat's party. While part of him wanted to call in sick to what was sure to be the social event of the season (month? week?), being alone with his thoughts was the single last thing he wanted right now. Plus, it would be rude to both Cat, and the so-called "guests of honor" that were being introduced to the crew tonight. But of course, that also meant he needed to be attending this soiree sober. With a grimace, Matthew got up out of bed, telling himself that if things got too bad, he could always just come back downstairs and drown his sorrows the good ol' fashioned way.

Dressing rather blandly and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, Matthew exited his room for the first time that day, hoping he didn't look as much like a gremlin as he felt. With a slight headache, the actor headed to his shared kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and draining it before heading up to Cat's place. The thought of waiting for or looking around for his roommates hadn't even crossed his mind. He just hoped that no one had seen that particular news today because there was no way in hell he was discussing his mother's drama with anyone tonight, regardless of how close they were.

Taking the elevator up one floor, Matthew stepped out of the compartment to see Catalina ushering the first of her guests inside . A small smile appeared on his face, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was there nevertheless as he leaned against the door frame. "Evening, ladies," he greeted, and then, turning to James, adding flippantly; "And you as well, Mr. Jackson." His arms crossed around his chest, the actor did his best to hide the slight trembling of his hands--a sign that he needed a release soon, or his anxiety would most definitely be attending this shindig as an unwanted guest. But hey, at least there was champagne.

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[Thrushwing]

Nathaniel Lancastor
"Nate/Nathan" | The CEO


mentions: Reagan ( A_Writer ) Adeline ( lauren. )
location: Adeline's apt


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A gorgeous brown haired woman answered the door. Her skin was a beautiful bronze and it emitted a healthy glow. She was definitely not one of those women in the clubs he found, but she was supermodel gorgeous. Nathan's deep green eyes wandered lazily over her body as she spoke before making it to her face. He did it discreetly, hoping Reagan would fill in the silence while he perused the wonderful merchandise in front of him. What? Although he was a workaholic that didn't mean he was abstinent in any sort of way. In fact hookups were healthy, necessary even, to prevent stress from building up. "Yes?" It was clear from that statement that they were less than welcome, even if they were expected guests. He heard the doors shut in the distance and the murmuring voices down the hallway. It was clear by her large green expressive eyes rolling up that she was annoyed at the people coming in the hallway and most likely not at him and Reagan after all.

When Nathan noticed Adeline's eyes run over him he remembered what he was dressed in and looked at his attire ruefully. "Sorry about the suit. I got caught at work" He leaned against the large door frame, his muscular form filling up a good portion of it. The door was exquisite, quite easily a million dollars. Probably imported wood, with the unique design being a custom request, he thought absentmindedly. "We're not here for those newcomers darling." He drawled out and flashed her an award winning smile, the kind that made most women swoon. Of course most girls weren't used to handsome men like Adeline was. "We're here for you. Besides... they're commoners who just became famous, they haven't exactly earned my respect yet." The voices got louder and louder as they got closer and he gave Adeline a wink and prepared himself for the new arrivals.

 

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The Visionary

Oh-- Serena was crushed into a hug and her eyes widened for a moment before hugging back. "My pleasure." Serena said easily. "Yes, I'm Serena, and yes, you can call me Rina, as long as I get to come up with nicknames for you." Serena murmured, and her eyes sparkled with a kind of mischief. When it came to nicknames, Serena was rather the Tony Stark of them. Everyone had a nickname in her book, and they were used as a tactic to annoy or comfort the target. Her bestfriend and roommate, Nathaniel, had 50 nicknames and counting, the latest one being 'Natty B.' after the child youtuber Matty B. Of course, Serena also called him dumbass from time to time, but she didn't consider that to be too creative. As she got appraised by the other, Serena took the time to look at what she was wearing--and found that she was not disappointed. This one had excellent fashion sense as well. "I adore your dress." She complimented. Catalina would be a wonderful model: She'd have to pitch the idea to her sometime.


"Oh, was there a restriction on alcohol? I sure hope not. One, because well, it's a party. Two, because that would mean that I'd have to come empty handed, and that's just not in my books." Serena smiled, and nudged Cat. "Besides, if there's enough wine to go around, I'm sure that the wild sides of everyone will come out soon." She winked, the small dimples appearing in her cheeks. "There's a reason why prohibition didn't work. Everyone loves their drink." Serena joked as she was pulled inside, her eyes quickly scanning the interior. She could appreciate the design and the structure--she had enough background knowledge of interior design, no matter how basic.



"You have a lovely place." Serena praised warmly as she stepped inside, and her eyes flitted upwards as she heard a low greeting from another man. Reynolds had joined the group. She gave him a smile and a wave in return to his greeting as she linked her arms with Catalina. "So, are you going to show me to the kitchen and let me scope out the drink?" She asked the other girl quite teasingly. Although she joked about it, Serena wasn't an avid drinker. It wasn't something she did on the daily. Once in a while, sure. Don't get her wrong, she had quite a tolerance: the only thing that would appear off about her after a couple of heavy rounds would be a flush to her cheeks. But she wasn't the type to have a scotch at dinner, whiskey during break, or any of that sort. She barely tolerated beer in the first place. Wine was...polite, and she was content to sip it only to have something to do with her hands. But if you had to ask her vice, it'd be vodka.




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[Kitsune2202]

Jasmine J.

Jasmine stopped hearing her brothers voice from the couch, "Record it then." Curiosity got the best of her and she glanced at what he was watching this time. Hmm monkeys...maybe it actually was getting good. She didn't mind watching documentaries if they were on interesting topics.

Of course he wouldn't be James if he simply got up and left with her, nope he had to make a whole spectacle and production out of it. "Oh god why are you like this!" She playfully rolled her eyes waving away his fake photography. "Guys have it easy, and you can't rush perfection." she flipped her hair over her shoulder at him laughing. "Don't tempt me, I'll take even longer next time." She stuck out her tongue childishly as they left out the door. To be honest she actually found his antics funny because if he was silly she felt like she could let down her guard and be a little ridiculous too.

As they arrived at the doorway she heard a voice call out to them. She turned quickly noticing who it was immediately, "Hey! I know surprise, surprise." She shrugged lightly still smiling all the while because things like this is why she was here, not really the occupants...well half. She looked at the bottle, "Oo nice." She looked at Jamie playfully hitting him lightly on the chest, " We should've brought something too! Oh well, maybe it's best to get to know the two a little bit and then get them welcome gifts." After all bringing alcohol would be more for everyone in this case, and she wanted to get them something personal for them. She wanted no part in contributing to how crazy tonight might get. She turned her attention back to Serena, "Also you look stunning." She chimed in awe.

She was a little disappointed that it was Cat who answered the door, but it was also to be expected. Regardless Jasmine kept her smile painted on her lips as she welcomed them. It was a dry welcome, and anyone who knew Cat knew that. Even if you didn't the sheer enthusiasm she showed the guest next to them was a clear indication how how much she could care less that they were there. This was the kind of behavior that made her dislike her. How are you going to invite people, then treat them like this?

She looked at James with eyes that told him she wanted to scream. Especially since sure, don't like her all you want, but there was no reason for her to treat her brother this way. Her attention snapped back she she spoke back to them inviting them in, "How kind." her tone was soft, but flat as they entered. She could only hope that the others would arrive soon too so there could be more of a distraction from the main hostess. She also mentally wondered where Reagan was as her eyes scanned the area a bit noticing she wasn't there yet.

Her prayers were answered as Mathew came into view with a greeting. Her smile warming up a bit at the sight of another friendly face. "Hey there." she smiled back "Long time no see stranger." She joked. It hadn't been that long, but it had been a few days since things at the restaurant had kept her pretty busy lately. "Just curious, have you met the guests of honor yet?" she wondered if anyone knew what they were like at all yet.

Location: Apt. 32 (Cat and Reagan's)

Interactions: eggsaladsandwitch (Matthew) thirteen (Serena) Soap (James) deianeira (Cat)

Outfit: Here

The Saint

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[copacetic]

Julien Campbell
Location: Her Apartment
Mentions: Adeline ( lauren. ), Reagan ( A_Writer )
Interactions: Casper ( wicked ), Nathaniel ( Thrushwing )
Outfit: x

Julien smiled and squeezed Casper's hand. "You're right, thank you," she said quietly before he spoke again. She laughed before responding. "That's something you don't have to worry about. I don't think many guys would put up with my issues," she joked before growing more serious. "But for real, you don't have to worry about that. You're ten times better than any of those guys. Plus, who else would fix my car in record time?" she added. Julien's issues could sometimes take a toll on the others around her. When she was having a bad day, which were few and far between, she would break down and become a mess. However, the stress of the past few months had created more bad days than she's had in the past few years. Casper has been nothing but great to her and he gave up so much to come with her. That was something she appreciated deeply. She couldn't have done alone. As they walked from their bedroom, she heard a knock, followed by Adeline answering the door. Obviously, Adeline was still not happy and it looked like she wasn't intending to go to the dinner, but Julien wasn't surprised. Nor, was she really bothered by it.

Once she had reached the entryway to the apartment, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation at the door. Commoner? Who did this guy think he was? And he was the one saying they had to earn his respect? Fat chance he'd ever earn Julien's. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together as she looked at Casper. She could handle Adeline's negative attitude towards them. While it wasn't justified, it was certainly understandable given what she just went through. But a stranger? Absolutely not. She mumbled under her breath in French, a habit she picked up when she got annoyed at her roommates in college. They didn't understand what she was saying, so it was cathartic, but it also didn't cause any drama. Her mumbling was low enough for only Casper to hear, but phrases like "Absolument pas" and "Connard"* were amongst the words that escaped her lips.

"Oh, no, Casper! I didn't realize we would be in the presence of nobility. I haven't practiced my curtsy. How will I ever earn their respect now? I guess I'm doomed to be a lowly commoner forever," she announced dramatically, her tone heavy on the sarcasm. While the sentiment of the man's statement was overall rude and offensive, the use of "commoner" irked Julien the most. What was this? Some period drama set amongst the English nobility in the 19th century? Money didn't automatically give this guy her respect, or anyone her respect for that matter. In her limited experience with the rich and famous, very few people so far have earned that. The sense of entitlement this guy had honestly astounded Julien. Now she wasn't so sure that she was going to enjoy this dinner. If everyone she met was like this, it was going to be a very long six months of living here and she didn't know if it would be worth it. However, she was going to stick it out. Sure the money was nice, but she wouldn't give up the opportunity to build a relationship with her sister. Even if her sister didn't want one in the end, she didn't want to rip her from the only life she knew, since there were strings attached to getting their inheritance. While Julien knew she could live life without that large sum of money, Adeline knew no different, so she didn't want to throw her into a world where she would struggle, even if Adeline hated her forever.

She turned to Casper. "Correction: A million times," she stated, referring back to their conversation before they left their bedroom. She definitely was on edge for this dinner, Casper's reassurances had disappeared the moment she overheard the conversation at the door. However, now she didn't care as much if they didn't like her. She just wanted to come out of this with her, frankly, fragile self esteem intact. While she puts on a brave face, she still struggles with self doubt. The media storm had done its fair share of damage in the past few months. She is a fairly sensitive girl, so she does take some things to heart. Though, the business man's comments didn't bother her as he just seemed like a general asshole and the fact was that he hasn't met her yet. So, his comments held no weight to Julien. She made her way to stand behind Adeline and looked over the two at the door. Judging on their attire, they did not come together, unless this guy basically lived in a suit. Sure, the guy was traditionally attractive, but his attitude definitely took away from his appearance in Julien's eyes.

*(absolument pas = absolutely not, connard = asshole)

 

[A_Writer]

Of course Adeline would come to the door wearing pajamas. Reagan shouldn't have expected anything more than that (and admittedly, she hadn't). On one hand, it was better than her disappearing off to Europe, but at the same time, it was a reminder of how stubborn the girl could be. While Reagan's main concern right now was the three people who lived in this apartment, in the back of her mind, she also knew that Catalina was excited for this party, which meant that she didn't want everyone showing up late, or in Adeline's case, not at all. While she knew that Catalina and Adeline didn't get along, she also didn't think that this party was about that. It was about easing two people into a new life, meeting them, and also inadvertently helping Adeline adjust along the way. She felt like they were too old for the pettiness that Adeline and Catalina often allowed to consume their behaviors when together, but while she was, maybe they weren't. Apparently, Nathaniel wasn't as mature as she thought him to be either.

Reagan was tempted to verbally put him in his place, but she couldn't fathom the energy to waste on it. Her eyes fixated on his face for a second or two, her expression flat, though her eyes intensified just a bit. She had no reason to defend Adeline's sister and the boyfriend, but she didn't like undeserved bullying, and more importantly, Nate was only making things harder for her. Getting Adeline riled up about how unimportant and worthless her new roommates were wasn't going to serve any good in convincing her to come up and enjoy the party meant for them. Instead, she would have to deal with Adeline telling her that everyone felt the same way that she did, that she was justified in acting this way, and so on, and that was another thing that Reagan didn't have the patience for right now.

"You can go now. Your services aren't need here," Reagan said to Nathaniel in a curt tone, just as two people appeared behind Adeline in the doorway. She re-positioned herself so that her back was to Nathaniel, effectively excluding him from the doorway and conversation, at least physically.

Hey gaze flickered to Adeline then, and intensified for just a split second as she flashed her a "you better behave" look that was so spot-on, it would seem that only a true mother could have produced it. She stepped into the doorway, motioning for Adeline to move slightly, before extending a hand and a smile towards Julien, and then Casper. "You must be Julien and Casper. I'm Reagan," she greeted. Reagan wouldn't typically be described as being friendly or outgoing but in the right situation she could be. "Adeline has been telling me all about you two, and everyone is excited to meet you upstairs," Telling her all about them in less than savory terms, but it still wasn't a lie. "Did you get settled in all right? I know Adeline was gone when you first got here, but I hope she gave you a tour of the building and the apartment when she got back yesterday," she continued, her gaze remaining pleasant and fixated on the couple, though there was a hint of passive aggressiveness directed towards Adeline, since she knew the girl had likely done neither of those things.

(interacting with lauren. copacetic wicked Thrushwing )​

 

[Thrushwing]

Nathaniel Lancastor
"Nate/Nathan" | The CEO


Location: Adeline's Apt. -> stairs
Mentions: Reagan ( A_Writer ), Julien ( copacetic ), Casper ( wicked )

He looked over Reagan's shoulder at the two newcomers to the conversation. The girl was cute, not his type, but he could see why the man standing next to her had fallen for her looks. Whatever it was it must have been a hell of a commitment to come out here in unfamiliar terrain just to support their significant other. Nathaniel hadn't really done much that constituted commitment unless calling a uber for his hook-up was considered commitment. That and rubbers. A necessary evil. Too many women wanted to have his children, it was the downfall of being handsome, and wealthy. Still his eyes gave them a quick survey and then the corner of his mouth came up. "Welcome to the building." his voice was welcoming but his eyes were cool, detached, the same way he scanned business deals. "I'm Nathaniel. Please no curtsying, I find the more flamboyant moves people do the more their integrity suffers." He looked slightly pained as if he could recall certain situations. Certain women who decidedly tried to flirt with him at every chance they got at Gravity Ventures.

His eyes took in Casper. The man was fairly good looking, with sunken cheeks (which many women considered hot) mean it was good he was taken. Less competition for him.. not that he really needed to compete for females. At Julien's phrase he gave a brief smile. "I tend to be old fashioned. Some girls think they can work on their backs at a company job, and some men think tears will save them when they fall short. Respect always needs to be earned."
At that moment his cell phone buzzed in his pocket interrupting the conversation with it loud vibrations. He glanced down at the name. The name that flashed across the screen was David, almost like the co-CEO of the company. "Point taken. I'll see everyone upstairs." He walked towards the elevator leading up to Catalina's apartment. "Yeah?"​

 

[deianeira]

[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]catalina alderidge [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the wild child[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] “Of course.” Catalina practically purred, a smug grin beginning to encroach onto her face. Jasmine’s annoyance was palpable, and satisfaction filled her veins like a drug. Even if she had to invite goody-two-shoes’ like the Jackson siblings to her parties for Reagan’s sake, Catalina still would get something out of it. After all, her best friend had only told her to be a good hostess---which was practically a given, anyway; there was nothing in those terms about playing nice. Still, she would do everything with a smile. Some would be able to tell how fake it was, but unless their names were Reagan or Matthew, she didn’t particularly care.

Turning to her current investment---who had permitted Catalina to call her Rina, thank you very much---, Rina, she smiled sincerely. “Well, we did renovate it when we moved in; I think Reagan may have thrown a fit if we didn’t!” Catalina laughed at the memory, “The place was nice, sure, but it wasn’t our style, not in the slightest. I’m glad you like it!” She chirped.

Catalina was telling the truth. Floor 32’s penthouse apartment had been nice. Modern amenities, designer furniture, the works. But everything was so minimalist. It was boring, and Catalina hated boring. Soon, art deco worked its way into every room. She was just glad that she and Reagan agreed on something. Their fights could truly be quite something, at least when they got out of hand.

She ‘hmmed,’ in response to her new friend. “Ah, we’ll go see it right now!” Catalina turned to the Jackson’s. “You’re welcome to join us, if you have any penchant for alcohol, that is.” Just as she was moving to link arms with Serena once more, a figure hovering near doorway caught her eye. “Matthew!” She shouted gleefully, using her free hand to wave enthusiastically. This is another genuine reaction; she only saved her fake smile for people she didn’t like.

Her and Matthew’s relationship was a strange one. Technically, they were only friends with benefits, but that moniker had started to spiral out of hand as of late. Catalina found herself quickly caring for the actor and his pursuits, and he was one of the people that she genuinely enjoyed being around. Sure, her friends were nice, but unless they were Matthew or Reagan, she always kept some level of secrecy between them.

“We’ll have to talk later!” She yelled over her shoulder, pulling Serena along with her. “Now, let’s go find you a drink, Rina!”

The kitchen lights were low, but the quality of the appliances and the general design of the room was clear. Catalina released her victim, dancing over to the back cabinet of the in-house bar. “Now, what would you like?” She tapped on the counter, “We’ve got just about everything, and I do have some bartending skills, contrary to popular belief. Shoot em at me!”

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[lauren.]

Reagan's internal thoughts were correct in assuming that Nathaniel's words would please Adeline. 'Thank you!!!' was the thought that rang off in her head eternally in response to his words. At least she wasn't the only one who understood how perplexing, absurd, and nearly insulting it was to ask her to live with strangers who she believed were basically just plucked off the street. She didn't know anything about Julien and Casper (though her lawyers have informed her enough, and the pair had tried to introduce themselves multiple times already) -- for all she cared to know, they could have been felons! Adeline valued her reputation highly and her motto was that "you're judged by the company you keep". Not only had Julien managed to sabotage her parents' perfect manage post mortem, but she had affected Adeline's as well. Tabloids had been followed over the past few weeks with ridiculous stories claiming that her parents had always had marriage problems, that her father used drugs, and that her mother had been having an affair with George Clooney for years -- it was all a bunch of nonsense, but drama clearly sold, and it sickened Adeline. If Julien hadn't existed, none of this would have been happening, and because she brought this on, Adeline felt like she was to blame for the new controversy surrounding her last name.

While Adeline's expression turned to one of appreciation, she could only just open her mouth, on the verge of saying something, before promptly closing it as Reagan spoke. She dismissed Nathaniel in a tone that anyone who knew her would recognize as being cold and condescending. Adeline wanted to refute her demand and as Nathaniel to stay, simply to be rebellious, but she also didn't want to have to get into it with Reagan tonight, and his phone rang... so, that was that. Adeline would have to thank him later for being so intelligent, though, she noted.

"There's not much to show," she answered Reagan, attempting to hide her annoyance at how kindly Reagan was treating these two. "Hopefully you can show them where the elevator is."

 

[wicked]

Casper laughed at the words he heard coming from down the hall, and couldn't resist laughing again when Julien responded to them in a hushed, yet clearly sarcastic, murmur. Money set them apart from the people who lived here, but clearly, attitude did as well. The idea of thinking one was better than someone else based on their monetary net worth had always perplexed Casper. In his mind, at the end of the day, it was skill that mattered. A person who could flip stocks for profit, or yell at the little people to get work done, didn't mean much to him. Could he fix a leaking pipe? A flat tire? A broken bone? There were a few skills that he felt were respectable, but being able to do a pretty boy's job sitting behind a desk wasn't one of them, and even before he laid eyes on Nathaniel, he pinned him as being that kind of guy. He was the last kind of person whose respect anyone needed to earn, if you asked Casper, but at the same time, it wasn't that serious - Casper wasn't really offended, because few opinions bothered him. He didn't know Nathaniel, and Nathaniel didn't know him, so at this point, Casper didn't think that either of their opinions about each other counted for much. He was the kind of person who would still give Nathaniel a fair chance, regardless of this less than perfect first impression.

"Who's talking about this being a 'company job'?" Casper demanded, as soon as he heard Nathaniel reference girls "working on their backs". On one hand, he understood that Nathaniel probably didn't mean the insult to come across as personally insulting as it did, but at the same time, who the fuck did he think he was to sit here and talk to his girlfriend about "working on their back"?! "No one here asked for your opinion, nonetheless gives a shit about earning your respect, so you better keep it fucking moving, man," he insisted. Casper wasn't an innately aggressive person, but he was also protective over the people he loved, and he wasn't going to let some pretty rich boy insult his girlfriend like that. Nope. That crossed the line.

He felt bad ignoring Reagan, and didn't want to make things more difficult for Julien than they already might have been, but disrespect was disrespect, and he wasn't going to let that slide.

(mentions: Thrushwing copacetic lauren. A_Writer )

 

[copacetic]

Julien Campbell
Location: Her Apartment
Mentions: n/a
Interactions: Casper ( wicked ), Nathaniel ( Thrushwing ), Adeline ( lauren. ), Reagan ( A_Writer )
Outfit: x

Julien shook Reagan's hand with a bright smile. "Nice to finally meet you! You're one of the ones throwing the party right? I'm excited to meet everyone," she said brightly. Reagan came off much better than Nathaniel had and Julien was actually quite pleased to meet her. Surely the person hosting the welcome dinner for two strangers had to be a decent person. She seemed like she was more level headed and down to earth compared to some of the others that she had met so far. "Uh, no she hasn't. But, we kind of already knew where everything was in the apartment by the time she got here. We haven't really had the time to do a tour of the building anyway, we just only finished settling in, so it's not really a big deal," she excused. She shouldn't have been making excuses for Adeline as she hasn't really done anything to deserve it, but to be fair, she just lost her parents and what were sisters for anyway? A tour of the building would be nice, it was quite large. A tour of the apartment wasn't quite necessary, though. Julien wasn't lying when she said that they knew where everything was by the time Adeline had arrived.

Julien's smile faded into a frown when Nathaniel opened his mouth once again. "Well, respect goes both ways and you haven't done much to earn mine, buddy. Honestly, you are hurting your chances," she stated. But not long after she finished speaking, Casper finally spoke. She sighed and placed a hand on his chest. She fully understood where he was coming from and she did agree with what he was saying, but she wasn't looking to escalate the situation. "Not now, Cas. It isn't worth it," she said quietly (although she thought Nathaniel could benefit from being put in his place, but things don't work like that. Cathartically, yes. Reality-wise, no.). She knew Adeline would likely never see past an incident with one of her friends, especially if it turned physical. She would never have a shot at a relationship with her sister in the case of a physical fight and most likely the other people in the building. They were the outsiders and they were aiming to be accepted. She nudged him a bit. "Now don't be rude and introduce yourself to Reagan," she told him.

She sighed once again when Adeline told Reagan to show them to the elevator. "I think we can manage to get to the elevator on our own. We should probably head upstairs anyway," she stated. She could tell Reagan wanted to speak with Adeline and while she made excuses for her sister, she was not going to get in the middle of what Reagan wanted to do. "C'mon Cas, let's go," she said softly, grabbing his hand and leading the way to the elevator and leaving the other two girls to talk. She had a feeling she knew what it was about. Her. Maybe someone else could get through to Adeline because she was clearly not making any progress. She knew it would take some time, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. She just wanted to do the unhealthy thing and push past all the bad feelings and get to know her sister, but she knew that's not how things worked.

 

[Xed]

Markus Leuer

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Mention: Catalina, Adeline, Casper and Julien
location: Apartment 30 to 32
with: no one
tags: deianeira thirteen eggsaladsandwitch Soap Kitsune2202

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Markus always loved to meet new people but even he had to admit that he was a bit apprehensive this time. His parents had long been good friends with the Simons and he'd grown up close to Adeline given the relationship between their families. Learning about Mr Simons' illegitimate daughter soon after that terrible accident had been shocking to say the least and his parents had stayed silent on the matter, at least in his presence. He could only imagine how Adeline felt, especially since said half sibling and her equally new to town boyfriend had now moved in to her apartment.

Markus sighed as he yanked off his tie and tossed it onto the bed telling his hyperactive Japanese Spitz to stop dancing around his feet and sit. He was always game for a party, especially one hosted by Catalina but a small part of that excitement was dampened by the fact that this one smelled of drama. The mood killing kind that put everyone in a bad mood and ruined all the fun. And after the draining afternoon he had, he needed fun. Lots of it.

Padding into the bathroom, he ruffled Bailey's fur with one hand as he walked past, his selected outfit in the other. Originally he had planned on picking up his new blazer and wearing that. In fact he had planned on doing a lot of things today but a last minute call from his dad had him spending the afternoon at a business lunch (which had him sitting for two hours) followed by a game of golf (that had been better until they passed the one hour mark) instead. It was all part of preparing to take over for his dad and the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint or disobey his parents but he'd hated it nonetheless.

"Come on Bailey." Markus called to his patiently waiting dog as he stepped out of the bathroom doing up the buttons of his vest and rolling up his sleeves. Bailey happily followed him out into the kitchen and he let his dog know how much he loved her with an offering of her favourite treat and a good scratch behind her ears. He smiled as he watched her happily chew on the treat. Hopefully the gifts he had prepared would help smooth things over a little. Showing up empty handed wasn't his style anyway and he was certain at least Cat would appreciate the cabernet sauvignon he got straight from Bordeaux. There was a bottle of Dior and a classic Rolex watch for the two newcomers and, he smiled as he looked at the last gift, a box of chocolates and roses for Adeline. He never liked them much himself ever since he'd been fed one with nuts at a party when he was young, but Addie did. Like the wine it was also from France, a special box of rose flavoured chocolates he'd purchased while on a short trip there for work. Hopefully they would put a smile on her face but that wasn't the only reason. They'd shared a spark way back in high school and he planned for this gift to be the first of many in letting her know that he was interested in pursuing that, in pursuing her.

Exiting the apartment, he strode out to the lift, he punched the button for Cat's floor, wine and chocolate in hand, bottle and watch in pocket. Perhaps he should stop by Adeline's first. Then again he was already starting to run late and he couldn't be sure if someone had already dragged her up or if she'd made her way up herself already. He'd just settle for greeting her at Cat and Reagan's instead of escorting her up and giving her the gift then.

The ding of the lift informed him he had arrived and Markus made a beeline straight for Cat and Reagan's where he could already hear some noise. "The party has arrived!" He announced, a huge grin on his face as he let himself into their apartment, holding the bottle of wine high in greeting.

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[div class=tag]interacts[/div] Cat & Serena (indirect), Jasmine, Markus
[div class=tag]tags[/div] Kitsune2202 Soap thirteen deianeira Xed
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] xxx [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Serena was the first to notice him, and he sent a smile her way as she waved. Cat had already sunk her claws into the poor girl, and he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at how quickly the two seemed to click. Perhaps it was just the magic of alcohol. Cat’s reaction to seeing him made a bit of his anxiety dissapate—It would be nice to be around genuine folks instead of paparazzo’s air his own thoughts. At least, it would definitely be helpful in forgetting the news he had been trying to forget all day.

The voice of Jasmine Jackson adressed him, and he turned to her, lasting smile still on his face. “You’re right, it has been a while, hasn’t it?” He mused, tilting his head a bit. In his defense, he hadn’t seen much of anyone today. Her question caught him a bit off guard. “Sorry, I haven’t, actually,” his brows furrowed as he tried to recall anything he had heard about the newcomers, but only the fact that they were, of course, new, was prominent in his mind. Just as he was about to ask Jasmine what she had heard, “the party arrived.”

His signature smile appeared on his face as Markus arrived, and Matthew left his spot by the door, walking over to his friend and draping around the other male’s shoulder. “Did you hear that, guys? The party. It’s here!” He joked jovially. While this interaction was all genuine, there was a part of him that wondered if he was trying to distract Markus from the fact that he had literally been living in a depression cocoon all day. Reaching over, he slipped the bottle of wine out of Markus’ hands with a “Yes please,” and began attempting to open it. The party needed to start somehow, right?

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