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Welcome to the beautiful neighborhood of Crecent Court, a middle class coldesac where the children can play and laugh. There lived nine families (Can add more if needed) who loved the neighborhood they can live and enjoy raising their kids. Real pictures only! Animals added as wanted also! nothing is ever as it seems so, while the neighborhood seems perfect and all those people living in it, a lot of them are dealing with drama of their own!

Newspaper October 18th, 2023
6:50 AM




kids gone missing in nearby neighborhood

some kids were just outside playing like normal kids when suddenly they were taken apparently by an unknown assailant, this is definitely been a shakeup for the neighborhood. We tried to interview with the parents, but unfortunately they are definitely too distraught to even consider answering our questions. the neighborhood is up in arms wanting to know where these kids went and who took them, a lot of them will not stop until they get answers. while we don't have a whole lot of information on this story, we do intend to follow it until the very ends if we have to. We need to keep our kids safe!

weather

after getting some amazing rain last night, I am happy to announce that it looks like it will be sunshine for the rest of the day. The rain last night had caused a lot of problems on the road, probably a few people out there have noticed and some even complained that the few days of rain was just too much. There is a lot of flooding out there, so be careful when you're driving this morning to drop your kids office school or even if they're just walking to school. Also be careful letting your pets out, one angry citizen has been hollering about how their dog got into the mud and they don't have time to give them a bath. While the rain can definitely be nice, sometimes it's just a pain!



rules!
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2. иσ gσ∂ мσ∂ιиg
3. ιf ѕσмєвσ∂у тєℓℓѕ уσυ тнєу'яє υи¢σмfσятαвℓє ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg, ѕтσρ
4. ιи ¢нαяα¢тєя ∂яαмα ιѕ єи¢συяαgє∂, συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя ∂яαмα ∂ιѕ¢συяαgє∂
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✞ℍøυᎶℍ✞Ƨ: "Why can't I be like normal teens?"
ᏔℍƎЯƎ: Home
Ꮤî✞ℍ: N/A
ℳƎИ✞îøИƧ: Cathy ( PixieDust PixieDust ) Mike ( Sistros Sistros )
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Amy had been up for a while now, finishing some final touches on her different projects and assignments she had to get done for school. She hated turning anything in late and she didn't like when her schoolwork was out of sorts. This often meant she got very little sleep, she was up at about 4 AM just to make sure that everything was done, she was starting to really hate that she didn't get to live life as a normal teenager. her parents were way too overprotective, of course when her mother wasn't working or her father was home, she felt kind of lonely and sometimes wished she could talk to her parents about things. If she told them some of the normal teenage thoughts, she was afraid that she would never be allowed to go anywhere ever again. She loved her parents, but the relationship was very different than anything she really had hoped for.

After making sure everything was in the bags, she carried a rather big assignment that she had put together. She walked towards the living room and placed it down on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. She pressed start on the coffee maker, despite her strained relationship with her parents she still likes to try to help them out every once in a while. She reached for a muffin that was in the top of the pantry, quickly making her way into the living room and quickly turning on the T.V.. It was the morning news and her eyes were glued to the t.v as she saw information about the kidnappings and it made her shake her head. She felt a pang of sadness, this meant her dad was going to be very busy most likely. She felt a little sad, apart of her wanted to be a little closer to him, he was a little easier to get along with then her mom.
 
MOOD: Tired and already fed up

OUTFIT: Pajamas

LOCATION: His bedroom
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MENTIONS:
Lydia

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N/A



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TL;DR He wakes up, started looking for his phone, ends up searching his backpack and finds it along with a bottle of alcohol his older friends bought for him. He hides it in his wardrobe, then finds out about the recent kidnappings through his phone
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lucas saunders
The boy your mom warned you about.
Lucas hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. After all, the teen's usual night consisted of sneaking out his bedroom window and either skating around the neighborhood or hanging out in the forest near town, enjoying the nocturnal solitude for a few hours without the constant nagging of all the adults in his life. Last night was, of course, no exception to this - he had managed to sneak out again without being caught. He didn’t plan on staying at school for the entire day today, so being a little tired wasn’t that much of an issue for him.

Lucas sat up in bed, his dark-brown hair looking slightly unkempt from the very few hours of sleep he did manage to get. "Ugh." he groaned, letting his fingers run through his hair and stay loosely tangled in it for a bit as he wondered why it couldn't just be the weekend already, or why every day recently seemed like a repeat of the last. Lucas soon began looking for his phone, grabbing pillows and pulling back sections of the duvet to search for the electronic device that could quickly give him some much needed dopamine. He usually fell asleep with it somewhere in the bed or on the nightstand, but this time around his search wasn't proving to be so successful.

Not finding it in the immediate vicinity, Lucas got up to rummage through his black backpack as a last resort. In it, he finally found his phone alongside a small bottle of liquor one of his older friends had recently secured for him. No matter how small, he knew he had to hide the bottle before his mom saw it if he wanted to live to see another day, so he quickly stashed it in the back of his wardrobe underneath some old clothes to forget about until the next time something stressed him out enough to need it. Now he was relatively safe from being scolded to death, he started scrolling through social media on his phone only to see the news about the local missing children, which made a frown form on his face. “Well shit.”
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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛᴤ: "Man I hope to see Blake soon!"
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: The Rec center
ᴡɪᴛʜ: N/A
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴤ: PixieDust PixieDust (Blake) Zombie. Zombie. (James) Reiia silver Reiia silver (Violet)

Charlie had mixed feelings about being at home, on one hand he absolutely adored his sister and even had respect for his father, but says something that always made him want to leave. Maybe it was because his mother had made that house a home, but now she was gone and had been gone. He never knew how to get his feelings out on the matter, instead he turned to comedy and shenanigans to try to cope with everything. Just like other days, he had left the house early and made his way to the rec center, he was sitting on one of the couches just relaxing. He felt like laying down and taking a small nap, he had some trouble sleeping and he suspected that it may be because of the storm that had rolled through. His sister didn't like storms, although he imagined many little kids didn't like storms, so he spent a lot of the evening comforting her.

"Blake...." He thought to himself, as he had a huge crush on her and a lot of what he did was just to try and impress her. When it came to who he liked, he always kept the secret and barely even spoke of it to his father. He had to have some secrets in his life, but this was a pretty big one because he's never had those kind of feelings for anyone else. She was on his mind quite often, but what more could he do?

With a sigh, he lay down on the couch and just closed his eyes for a minute although he did not fall asleep. He was listening to the sounds of the other teenagers who had also come early to hang out at the rec center and he could only hope that he would see friends soon enough.​
 
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𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤:"This morning is quite messy."
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: Her kitchen
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙: No one at the moment
𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: Zombie. Zombie. (Lucas)

"You're joking right? This is the biggest customer we have right!"

Lydia has specifically been planning on not answering her phone this morning, she was finally going to try to focus on her children and make an attempt to bond with her eldest. To say Lydia was a workaholic was an understatement, work had become her life for as long she had managed to finish school. She was young when she had her first child and after the second her husband had walked out on them for someone else. She had been devastated, so she worked on Drowning her sorrows into her work and making everything there perfect. While she did become really successful, it came at a cost and she was slowly losing that relationship with her children. It didn't help that Lydia had a very rough childhood, because of that she was not as affectionate as she should've been with her children.

"You better find a way to get this customer back, you understand me? This is the biggest thing that could happen to us and this is what happens when I don't come to the office early, leaving you in charge." Lydia could feel the anger just building inside of her, she couldn't believe that this was happening and that all her plans that morning were pretty much ruined. Granted while this would cause quite a bit of conflict, her success was pretty much built in stone and she could easily fix it. It would take a lot of work, as well as time which her son was getting older and she was running out of time.

What was she supposed to do at this point?

"Lucas? Come down here!" She said as she called up the stairs, she wanted to have a conversation and try to figure out why he had been missing from school. Also did he really not think that the teacher would call her?​
 
MOOD: A bit concerned

OUTFIT: This hoodie

LOCATION: His bedroom
basics
MENTIONS:
Amy
Lydia

INT:
Lydia



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TL;DR He thought about the news of the kidnappings and worried about Lucille and Amy. He thought about offering Amy a ride to school, then he heard his mom calling from downstairs
tl;dr
lucas saunders
The boy your mom warned you about.
Lucas hadn’t really seen anything out of the ordinary while out on his ‘night shifts’, but then again, he wasn’t a teen girl or a young child so he never really had to worry about paying much attention to his surroundings. The news was still messed up, for sure - this place was supposed to be one of the safest towns in the state, and now there’s a kidnapper on the loose? Lucas was definitely going to start keeping an eye out for anything that seemed odd from now on, even if he didn’t feel as though he was in any danger himself, being 6ft and intimidating for the most part.

His mind cast back to a girl on his street who figuratively saved his life recently when she went out her way to help him with a class project he definitely would've failed on his own. Both their families had lived in Crescent Court for a long while, but they still hadn’t really spoken to each other that much - he always assumed someone like her would never want to be friends with someone like him. She always seemed like she had all her shit together, and Lucas’ shit, well.. That hadn’t been together since he was too young to realise how much everything sucked.

For a moment Lucas wondered how Amy usually commuted and even thought about offering her a ride to and from school on the back of his motorbike until the cops find the creep responsible for all the disappearances, but then again, her dad was the damn Chief of Police so she was probably already getting driven to school for safety. It’s not like she’d accept the offer even if they were neighbors, he thought. Too bad. Even more so, he worried about his younger sister, Lucille, who he was extremely protective over.

Lucas heard his mom calling him from downstairs so he threw on the nearest clean clothes then slung his school bag over his shoulder and lumbered down the stairs, now only thinking about what she might want. “Yeah mom?” he responded as he entered the room. He thought that his mom surely couldn’t have noticed he wasn’t in the house at 2am - having done it for years and mastered the art of climbing through windows quietly, he was always careful enough with it that even someone sleeping in the same room probably wouldn’t notice him sneaking out. Best case scenario, she was about to tell him that its taco night tonight.
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'Well don't I look like literal shit right now?" Blake sighed as she inspected herself in the mirror by the dim light of her room. The dark circles under her eyes had a purplish tint to them now and it seemed like the veins under her pale skin were extra visible. She really needed to sleep more...at least her freckles looked cute, she thought. But that wasn't enough.

Blake had been having trouble sleeping for almost a month now, and she had come to the conclusion that no amount of concealer was going to cut it at this point. It was still pretty early in the morning and she was certain no one would be awake yet in the house. Though she usually hated too much quiet, she was glad of it today. She just wanted to gather her thoughts before she headed to the recreation centre and pretended to be fine. Just like her thoughts, she gathered her dark blonde hair into its usual high ponytail, dabbed some concealer under her eyes and brushed a couple coats of mascara through he lashes to look somewhat more awake. She hummed 'Supermassive Black Hole' absently as she painted her lips the usual shade of pink.

She hoped she might be able to make it to the rec centre before anyone noticed she was gone. She also hoped that her best friend Charlie was there and that he didn't notice that she was practically a zombie from one of her favourite apocalyptic movies.

Slipping on her favourite grey Yankees hoodie (it was a gift from her dad), she exited the house as quietly as she could. Blake didn't want to disturb the much needed sleep of her brother and Rachel.

The walk to the centre wasn't exactly far so she didn't even need to put in her earphones.
"Hey Joey, how's it going?" she greeted, plastering an impish smile on her face as she passed one of the older kids hanging out by the door.
"Sup, Blake?" He responded with a casual raise of a hand as she passed. She continued to greet people as she walked through. Nearly everyone knew she'd be here rather than school if she could help it.

After a brief scan of the room she spotted the blond mop of hair she had been looking for and went over to perch on the arm of the couch he was lying on. With a wild grin she ruffled his hair and nudged him to see if he would fall off.
"Hey Doofus!"








blake lynton




the rebel











charlie










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MOOD: Slightly concerned



OUTFIT: A white formal shirt tucked into a belt and formal pants. On his wrist, he has a watch.



LOCATION: The Stevenson residence
basics
MENTIONS:

Charlie
Violet



INT:

Violet
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TL;DR Smoking on the front porch then bringing the newspaper inside and reading about the recent kidnappings. Worried, he shouts for Charlie to come down (but gets no answer)
tl;dr
james stevenson
I'm a complex guy, sweetheart.
James stood on the front porch, one hand buried in his pocket as he brought a cigarette to his lips with the other. Inhaling the smoke into his lungs, a bad habit he had only picked up in recent years, he was finally waking up a little since earlier that morning. Known as “Mr Stevenson” to his students, the high school teacher had gotten up at 4am that morning to finish marking some papers in his study which was something he often did to be able to spend more time with his children when they were home.

Tossing the cigarette butt in the trash after he had eventually finished smoking, James grabbed the local newspaper and brought it inside the house, soon catching a glimpse of the front page’s headline. "Son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, his expression changing into that of a frown as he continued reading. The suburban heaven named Crescent Court was damn sure a lot safer than where he had grown up, but it was now becoming apparent that no place was entirely perfect. "..Guess they got wackos in paradise too" he added. It seemed he’d have to keep an extra eye on Violet and Charlie for the time being.

He quickly made the decision that he was going to drive his kids to and from school for their safety for the time being, and if they weren’t too keen on catching a ride with their old man then he’d at least ask Charlie to keep an eye out for his little sister. “Hey Charlie, you up?” he called up the stairs to his eldest, not yet realising that the sixteen-year-old had already slipped out of the house while he had been busy working in his study.
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𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤:"I need to be there for Lucas more "
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: Her kitchen
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙: Zombie. Zombie. (Lucas)
𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: N/A​



Lydia was just getting on the phone with the person that she had been talking to, but in her fit of rage she slammed the phone down on the counter just as her son was coming into the room. She was trying very hard to gain her composure, she did not know how to exactly handle what was going on with her son. On top of that she had heard about the kidnapping and the missing children, she couldn’t handle that for her son. Still, Lucas could be rather difficult to handle and she couldn’t help but blame herself for the way he turned out.

“Did you really honestly think that I wouldn’t find out what you have done?” She left it pretty vague in that moment as she quickly gathered up a few papers she had. “Did you think your teachers wouldn’t call me and tell me that you missed classes? What I don’t understand is why? This is your future we are talking about.” She was feeling really aggravated and worried, then suddenly she turned towards him looking at him with a sad look. “Did you think I wouldn’t care?” She would understand if that’s how he felt, she wasn’t the best at showing her emotions or showing that she cared about somebody.
 
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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛᴤ: "Blake always looks so good!"
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: The Rec center
ᴡɪᴛʜ: PixieDust PixieDust (Blake)
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴤ: Zombie. Zombie. (James) Reiia silver Reiia silver (Violet)​

Charlie was absolutely exhausted the morning, he did not sleep very good night. Last night especially, the storm scared his little sister and Charlie was forced to get up to go make sure she was taking care of. He stayed by her side until she fell asleep, by then it was really late and he had only a couple hours to sleep. Even when he went to bed and fell asleep, it wasn’t very good sleep as he was still bothered by the loss of his mother. He figured if he wasn’t over it by now, he might never get over it. He had to admit his father did a pretty stellar job, for the most part it seemed like he just left Charlie alone or tried to be friends with him.

He felt somebody nudge him, hearing the voice of his sweet Blake and then that thought caused him to pause only shake his head. He sat up really quickly and much to her delight most likely he almost did fall off the couch.

“Hey Dork!” he tried to be cool like usual, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. He started to become more uneasy around her and it was making him nervous. How long could he keep this up? “ hey Blake, have you heard about these missing kids? “ He shook his head, the only thought that came to him upon knowing that was about Blake and his little sister. “I’m worried about Violet, I’m hoping my dad will take her to work.” It was very rare for him to look serious in front of anybody, but he felt really comfortable with Blake.
 
MOOD: Defensive

OUTFIT: This hoodie

LOCATION: The Saunders residence kitchen
basics
MENTIONS:
Lydia

INT:
Lydia



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TL;DR Explaining to his mom why he thinks school is a waste of time, criticizing the education system. Its revealed to the reader that he started acting out since his dad left and hates talking about his feelings
tl;dr
lucas saunders
The boy your mom warned you about.
Just as Lucas entered the room, he saw his mom slamming the phone down in frustration. ‘Guess it’s not taco night tonight’ he sarcastically thought to himself, his eyebrows slightly raised as he waited to hear what she had to say. Her first question was an interesting one. What had he done? Shit.. The answer could have been anything. Had she been awake when he snuck back into the house? Had she already found that little flask of liquor, or his hidden stash of marijuana? Did she know about the party last weekend? Lucas’ eyes wandered around the room as he thought about what he should answer with.

He opened his mouth to respond, but thankfully, she asked a second question before he could raise even more unnecessary suspicion. Oh. OH. Skipping school was the last thing he thought he was going to have to explain. The relief that she wasn’t talking about anything else put a slight and very poorly timed smile on his face, which he quickly replaced with a serious expression when he remembered the nature of the conversation.

“Mom, it’s not that.“ He said in response to his mother's multitude of questions, growing more uncomfortable when she started sounding more sad than mad. “It's just.. How am I supposed to learn anything when the teachers don’t even know what they're talking about?” he asked. A bold statement coming from someone with miserable grades. He might have been failing some of his subjects, but that was just because he couldn’t seem to morph into what everyone else wanted him to be.

Problem child from a half-broken home who didn't know when to shut up and do as he was told, Lucas had garnered a bit of a reputation at school and around the neighbourhood. No one else saw a boy like him and believed he had the chance of a decent future ahead of him—so why should he? Going along with a system that was never going to be on his side seemed so utterly pointless to him, and it had been that way for so long that he’d lost hope in ever succeeding.

Ever since his father walked out on the family with no explanation, Lucas had issues. Issues that should’ve been addressed and taken up with a councillor a long time ago. The more time passed, the less he wanted to open up to anyone, and he certainly wasn’t planning to start doing so any time soon—he was his mother’s son, after all. “I'm just a statistic anyway.” he added with a shrug, knowing that the school only seemed to care so much about his wellbeing because his performance directly reflected on themselves.
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Her daddy ( @Bambiholic )

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Charlie Reiia silver Reiia silver ​

Violet was sleeping peacefully in her bed, she was pretty content even though she woke up throughout the night and her brother had to try to get her back to sleep. Sadly when she woke up he was no longer there, usually he slept on the floor when there was a huge storm. Then again, she figured he probably went back to his own bed once she fell asleep. She climbed out of bed, her room was an absolute perfect room for a little girl. She was a princess, adored by both her father and her brother.

After she climbed out of bed,She quickly picked one of her prettiest dresses and tighter hair up in a bow. She spun around in front of her mirror and smiled at her handiwork, her room was always spotless for the most part. She liked keeping it nice, after all she let the attention she got for keeping it clean and she always like to look better than her brother. Her goal was to be the favorite, which wasn’t always hard to do since her brother could get into trouble and all she had to do was tell her father.

She finished her outfit By putting on her dress shoes and then she began to leave her room. She was going to stop by her brother’s room, to say thank you to him for staying with her the night before. She knocked, but nobody answered and so she thought he was still sleep before walking in. She looked around the room and he wasn’t in his room, she got such a sly look on her face and felt rather proud of herself that she would again get herself in her father’s good graces.

She left his room just as she heard her father calling for him, she get down the stairs with a huge smile on her face. “Good morning, Daddy!” she gave him a great big before she would share the news that her brother was missing in action. “Charlie isn’t here daddy…. I don’t know where he is, but I’m pretty sure he’s nowhere in the house…. “That was violet’s one flaw, was that she liked to give others the trouble when it meant making her look good. It was the reason that her father got called to the school from time to time, but she somehow managed to win people with her charm.
 





























In the opinion of Greta Hollander, there was no nicer feeling than being wrapped up in a warm, thick blanket on a chilly Autumn morning. For the first time in a while, she had managed to sleep without dwelling on all of her possible faults and all she was aware of throughout her blissful slumber was a faintly annoying buzzing sound next to her.

Without thought nor opening her eyes, Greta reached over to her phone on the bedside table and tried her best to silence the thing, only for it to end up tumbling to the floor and buzzing even louder. There came a muffled curse from her pillow and the young woman rose from her bed to pick it up.

'So much for a good snooze' she yawned, her eyes widening when she realised the time. Bugger! Only half an hour before she needed to get to the high school for work.
'Oh bugger, bugger, bugger!' she murmured as she began the mad dash around her room in search of all she would need for the day. A freshen up and a few mismatched clothes later she stood looking somewhat presentable in the middle of the room. Not even time for a cup of tea...

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a call. It was Ivan, her twin brother that appeared on the other end looking far more awake and far less harried than herself.
'You didn't bother to check so I took the liberty for you,' he said, plainly. Greta stared at him in confusion.
'There's been flooding in Crescent Court. Thought it might affect your journey to work, and you don't ever account for those things. Also, brush you hair for god's sake.' He had an amused half-smile on his face as Greta looked down at her own appearance in the little video window and flattened her hair down.

'Right,' she nodded, 'Thanks dad, what would I do without you?'

'Probably set your house alight by burning water. Talk later, Greta.' With that, he signed off with a brief salute and Greta continued her mad dash until she was finally ready to leave with ten minutes to spare.

Absolutely no one was surprised when she turned up trying to look as though she was not frantic. Even though she had not been in the neighbourhood long, her colleagues had become used to her eccentricities.

'You've got a new one to one student, Greta.'

'Right, on it. Assistant Hollander reporting for duty!'








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the new girl in town











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Estella inhaled deeply, the scent of jasmine feeling her lungs. Though her eyes were closed, she could still sense the flames dancing around her as she pinched her thumbs and middle fingers together sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor. Inhale....exhale...visualise the beautiful cream purse stood proudly on the centre of her bag shelf, the Prada style clear as day. I already have it, she thought, I can feel the beautiful leather from home. A smile graced her pretty features and she opened her eyes with a gentle flutter. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the same bag pictured on her crisp white pinboard along with her other dreams and wishes.

Today was going to be a good day of course!

'Cara mia!' She heard her father's voice and the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs and was startled when he entered her room without knocking, looking frazzled and panicked. He seemed to relax a little bit upon seeing the she was actually there and it was obvious he was trying his best to act casual.

'You didn't knock.' Estella said simply in Italian, clearly with irritation seeping into her words. 'What's wrong?'

'It's nothing, cara. Just....there are children going missing in the other neighbourhood along and I don't want you getting into any harm. I am taking you to school today.'

Estella rolled her eyes. It ought to have worried her that children were going missing, but all she had heard at that moment was her father calling her a child. She was fifteen, not a kid.
'Papa, I don't need you to take me to school. I am not five anymore.' She put on one of her most winsome smiles, knowing that always worked on him and added, sweetly, 'You trust me, don't you Papa?'

Five, four, three, two, one. Any attempt at sternness melted from her father's face and she knew she had gotten what she wanted.
'I trust you with my life, sweetheart. Alright you can go by yourself, but you must be careful. Your mother and I don't want anything happening to you.'

Estella smiled sweetly and gave her father a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. 'Grazie mille, papa!'

'I also wanted to give you this.' It was only then that she noticed the beautifully presented package in his hands. She eyed it in a flash, knowing exactly what it was just by the presentation and she took it eagerly, her brown eyes alight.

There in the box was the cream Prada purse she had visualised for the past few days. She had done it again! Her manifesting abilities were getting stronger. She raised a glance skyward and thanked The Universe privately. Her father would never approve of such a thing.

'Oh che bello!' she squealed, admiring the purse. It would look darling with today's outfit.








estella




the high school princess











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MOOD: Slightly concerned



OUTFIT: A white formal shirt tucked into a belt and formal pants. On his wrist, he has a watch.



LOCATION: The Stevenson residence, Crescent Court
basics
MENTIONS:

Charlie, Violet



INT:

Violet
tags
TL;DR He hugs Violet and finds out about Charlie not being in the house. He'll be disappointed if his son doesn't show to school today, and wants to talk to him about the news.
tl;dr
james stevenson
I'm a complex guy, sweetheart.
Instead of seeing his eldest emerge from upstairs like he was expecting, James instead saw Violet coming down, already dressed and ready for the day. “Morning princess. That's a pretty dress,” he said with a smile on his face, crouching down to his daughter’s height to hug her.

As Violet told him that Charlie wasn’t anywhere to be found, James raised his eyebrows curiously as he learned about his son’s endeavours. “Is that so?” he responded, eventually pulling away from the hug. He appreciated Violet's honesty, and would admittedly be disappointed if Charlie ended up skipping school without telling him. On the bright side, he'd at least find out for definite at work.

James wasn’t quite like the majority of parents in Crescent Court. He was only sixteen when he had Charlie, and had to figure out how to be a good dad while still growing up himself. He was never the type to get angry when it came to parenting or set too many rules, and he treated his eldest a lot like a friend providing he was still respected as a parent.

Part of this was because James still had that youthful spirit and remembered what it felt like to be sixteen, but there were other, deeper reasons that James preferred not to think or talk about. Reasons that involved Julia's passing. "Well I appreciate you tellin’ me." James said, the dimpled smile returning to his face. "I’m gonna have to talk some sense into your brother, ain’t I?” He chuckled softly.

Despite his cheerful demeanour, he hadn’t forgotten about Charlie sneaking out. James likely would’ve considered letting him have the day off if he asked for it, so long as he let him know where he’d be going in advance, but in light of the recent kidnappings, he decided he was going to have a word with Charlie about it. He wasn’t just responsible for his son as a father, but as his teacher too.

He wasn't yet sure how he was going to mention the news to Violet without scaring her, but he knew he at least needed to bring up the whole stranger danger talk again since he couldn't be watching over her at all times, as much as he would if he didn't have work. “You ready for breakfast, princess?" he instead asked, pulling his phone out to check if Charlie had texted him at the same time.
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Blake frowned a little, noticing her best friend's expression. When he asked her if he knew about missing children she rose both eyebrows. Not much could faze Blake, but this did come as a surprise.
'Missing kids?' She said, 'in Crescent Court?' Blake slid herself properly onto the sofa next to Charlie. 'There's no way your dad wouldn't know about it and make sure Violet is okay, Charlie. It'll all be okay.' She offered him an unusually sympathetic look.








blake lynton




the rebel











charlie










Reiia silver Reiia silver













♡coded by uxie♡
 
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𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤: "Man, I am messing up as a mom.... "

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: Her kitchen

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙: Zombie. Zombie. (Lucas)

𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: N/A

​

Lydia was quite worried about her son, she knew of lot of the trouble he was into, although not everything. This caused her to unknowingly drown herself into work even more, trying to distract herself from the trouble she was facing when it came to Lucas. She had built herself a wonderful career and yet what had it possibly cost her? She shook her head, she had a lot of regret when it came to Lucas as she was still young when she ended up with his father and then they had him together, but soon as the second child came he left them. Lydia felt very resentful, parenting two children on her own was rather difficult and she felt tired.

She looked over at her son again, for a moment she saw him as that little boy who was always trying to show her things and she would always tell him “not now Lucas, mom is busy….” With this her punishment for putting him to the side way too many times? Was he just trying to get her attention?

Lost in her thoughts for a few moments, she almost missed what he had been telling her. But she came back to reality when he said the last part, her heart shattered into pieces all of a sudden. When she was growing up her parents did not show her much affection or love, so she’s learned to be the same way and not give much affection or love. She could feel herself getting extremely emotional, she wanted to yell at him and that the same time she wanted to hug him but at this point that might be a little too awkward for him.

She walked up to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, she was hoping this kind of affection would not cause him to feel awkward at all. “You are not, I am sorry I ever have made you feel that way, Lucas…. “ She was really getting agitated as the emotions were welling up inside of her, how long had it been since she had a good cry? “There is no excuse for skipping school, as lame as high school seems. It’s really important, all I want is for you to be better then….” she almost said his father, as his father was a high school dropout and she didn’t want that for him. But at that moment, she was talking about herself…. She dropped out of high school as well, luckily she got her GED and was able to go to college, but it was an easy.

“I want you to be better than me, I want you to not experienced the hardship of being a high school dropout. You won’t, if I have to take you every day to school myself. You’re not going to mess this up for yourself….” She shook her head and let out a sigh, she was pretty sure that this was the most emotions she had shown in a very long time. . On top of that she was stressed out something could happen to Lucas, she loved her children even if she didn’t always show it. She grabbed for the counter, all this emotion was definitely getting to her at this point. “I– I….” Why was it so hard to tell her child that she loved him? “Come on, get your bag and everything I’m going to take you to school…. Make sure you get there…..”
 

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  • Marybeth Henderson


    The Worried Mother










    Mood:


    Overbearingly Concerned







    Location:


    14 Crescent Court







    Outfit:


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    N/A













    Marybeth sighed, setting the newspaper down on the kitchen counter with a bit more force than was actually necessary. She tried, for a moment, to control the spill of emotions. It was too fucking early for her to be this upset. She swallowed her feelings, hearing the coffee machine go off. Thank god for that, she needed something to blame her jitters on other than her paranoid mom nerves and early morning thoughts.

    She was more than quick to head to the coffee pot, pouring herself a cup before setting it back down in the machine, taking a sip and immediately regretting it. "Ah, shit." she hissed, her aching tongue darting out to lick her already chapped lips. She set the cup down almost instantly, rushing to grab some water to cool down the heat inside of her mouth as she groaned. "Shit, shit shit shit, ow." she muttered as quietly as she could. There was no way in hell she could let her kids hear her saying any of this, she decided as she took a long gulp of water, her mind temporarily blanked out from anything other than the burn on her tongue.

    As soon as the feeling of pain subsided, however, her mind flooded with more things to do for the day. Talk to her husband about the news, then get the kids up in the next hour to get them ready for school, drive them to school... worry about them being kidnapped. God, did she even know what to think about that. She had no idea which family's kids had been kidnapped yet, but already she was imagining herself being one of those parents... hell, she had been one of those parents a year or two ago. She could only let the fear flood through her veins, taking a moment to recollect herself before setting the mug down on the kitchen island and heading upstairs to call up to her children.

    "Kids! Time to wake up, you gotta get ready for school!"











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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛᴤ: "Gosh she smells good too"

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: The Rec center

ᴡɪᴛʜ: PixieDust PixieDust (Blake)

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴤ: Zombie. Zombie. (James) Reiia silver Reiia silver (Violet)

Charlie could only stare at his best friend, she was truly amazing in everyday and as soon as she sat next to him he felt a wave of emotions. She smelled good, she was so pretty and it was becoming harder to be just her friend. He truly cared deeply for her, wanted her to know that and yet wanted to keep his friendship intact with her. The more time they spent together, the more he became conflicted and it was really becoming distracting.

Luckily Charlie did what he did best, placed these feelings in the back of his mind and focused on just being the best friend he could be. He playfully put his arms around her shoulders and grinned at Blake. “Yeah, your right Violet is his little princess.” Charlie was starting to think he was some weirdo worrying about his sister, but she was so important to him. He had promised that he would look out for her, this was not something he promised lightly.

“Are we going to be walking to school together or are we taking the day off?” He knew they pretty much always walked to school together when they went to school. He was feeling more protective over Blake then he usually did at this point.​
 





























Catherine thought it would have been nice for once, if people on her team would take their own initiative so she wouldn't have to pick up their slack at ungodly hours of the morning. Maybe then she would get to spend a morning with her husband and daughter every once in a while.

'Todd, did I not suggest to you to send out a query email to her talent agent?' she sighed deeply as she now stood in her ensuite bathroom, getting ready for the day whilst lecturing her assistant on a phone call. He was lucky he couldn't see how frazzled she looked. 'This girl has a quarter of a million Instragram followers, she would have been perfect for the brand....yes I know it was just a suggestion, but when I suggest someone, I figured you'd realise by now I mean take my advice...Todd did you even scope her profile?'

I might as well do all of this myself, Cathy thought to herself as she finished up in the bathroom, passing through the bedroom once more as she made her way downstairs. Mike was still asleep, although she knew it wouldn't be for long. She glanced over at him with a wistful half-smile. So much for having even a brief conversation this morning...

Cathy was surprised to spot her daughter Amy already sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal. It was pretty early still, and Cathy had hoped she might actually be able to make breakfast for her today. That is until Todd called.

The redhead shot a distracted smile over at her daughter and mouthed a 'good morning sweetheart' as Todd continued attempting to explain his incompetence. Though she was distracted, she couldn't help but notice how Amelia seemed as though she might be wearing a little more make up for school today. She wondered who it was she might be trying to impress, but, well, she and Amy never really talked about things like that together...

'Okay, you know what Todd, I have to go right now so we will continue this conversation in the meeting later.' With that she hung up and let out an obviously relieved sigh.

'Hi sweetie, what are you watching? You're up early today, I was gonna make some pancakes.' She briefly stroked the top of Amy's hair before hurrying into the kitchen, her heels clicking slightly on the tiles. There wasn't much time anymore. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered with the centring yoga in the mornings these days.








cathy jones




career mom











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Blake nodded when Charlie agreed with her. She had noticed the wrinkle of worry in his eyebrows. Which she knew was weirdly specific, but, well, she had known him since they were four. By now she was bound to notice, right? It was a relief to her when his expression relaxed once more and mentioned how his little sister Violet was his dad's little princess.

Mr Stevenson definitely treated his daughter like a princess, but, Violet was adorable in Blake's opinion.

She frowned a little when Charlie asked whether they were gonna skip school or walk there together. The answer she wanted to give was that they should just ditch and hang out at the music store, but she had English class with Charlie's dad today, and he was the one teacher she didn't like to disappoint. Not just cause he was her best friend's dad, but because he was actually fun and didn't treat them all like idiots.

"I guess we should head to school for once. They might get suspicious." She grinned and sprang to her feet, tugging at the end of her ponytail as she readied herself for the walk.
"Try to keep up, slow poke!" she added with a grin. She liked to jog to most places if the distance was worth it; school being one of them.








blake lynton




the rebel











charlie










Reiia silver Reiia silver













♡coded by uxie♡
 
CODE BY SEROBLISS
Jackie
The desperate housewife
There was nowhere else in the world she would rather him be, but she still figured it would take some getting used to. Rolling over onto sheets still warm from where he slept would ordinarily be a welcomed change to the natural order of things. This morning, however, she was hot. Overwhelmingly so. And looking over at Cliff, sleeping like a baby beside her, was hardly helping.

"Dammit," she sighed, flinging her hand off the side of the bed, clumsily grasping for her tortoiseshell claw clip. Then, haphazardly twisting her hair up into a knot and clamping it, she tossed the duvet off of her with a huff and schlepped out of bed. Cold water, that would help. Cold water and a new prescription. But the water would do for now.

She'd almost made it inside of the master bath (if it could be called that at this stage) before loudly thwacking her foot on the side of a cardboard box.

"Ah," she cried, grabbing at her foot, bending down to read the side of the box. 'Cliff's hair', scrawled across in nearly-spent black Sharpie. Pushing the box of pomades and gels to the side, she stomped back into the bedroom.

"Dammit, honey, it's been three days. Don't you think it's time you stop living out of the box and find those things in the bathroom a home? What does a woman have to do to get you to put something away around here?"

"Get out of the house," the sleepy man murmured, taking the back of his hand to his face, wiping the drool away.

"Excuse me?"

"It might not bother you so much if you ever went anywhere else. Might give me a minute to focus on getting some of it done, without you standing over me."

Opening his eyes to find Jackie folding her arms over her chest, he sighed before sitting up and making another attempt.

"I just mean that it might be nice for you to get out into the neighborhood some. Introduce yourself, things like that. You know I love being home with you," he said, reaching out to draw her closer, "But you haven't gone anywhere since we left Bayside. I just think it might be good for you... kinda like this bathrobe is good for you."

He smirked, pulling her in, but she wasn't having it. "Ah ah ah -- you don't like me standing over you, remember?" With a smirk of her own, she freed herself from his grasp, leaving him sitting with puckered lips.
 
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◦•●◉✿ 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ✿◉●•◦

The kitchen

◦•●◉✿ 𝔚ℑ𝔱𝔥 ✿◉●•◦

Her daddy ( Zombie. Zombie. )

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Violet would sometimes feel badly for telling on her brother, but it wasn’t like he got into too much trouble. Still, gaining favor from her father was much more important than anything else in her mind. She looked over at her dad when he mentioned having to talk to her brother and she simply nodded her head at first. “Probably, he’s all kinds of trouble, daddy!” she smiled at him softly and then moved away from him a little bit, she went over to go sit in a nearby chair.

“Breakfast sounds amazing! I want pancakes, with strawberry syrup and….” She tapped her chin for a moment as she thought about what all she wanted for breakfast. This was a typical morning, she would always get what she wanted for breakfast providing they had it. “With some eggs!” she looked away for a moment and that’s when she realized that she never said please. “If you don’t mind daddy, I would greatly appreciate that!” violet was pretty well spoken for a girl of her age, it was because Charlie was so used to talking to her like a grown-up more than her being little.

“After school can I walk over to the high school and come see you?” Normally she stayed in her schools after school program, but for some reason she was really feeling clingy to her dad. Of course she had no idea about the kidnappings as she was not allowed to watch the news.​
 
MOOD: Trying to remain calm

OUTFIT: This

LOCATION: Home, then the bakery
basics
MENTIONS:
Mikey

INT:
Mikey
tags
TL;DR She gets up very early to start baking at Cupid. She has an awkward phone call with her dad, and just as her first customer of the day (Mikey) walks in, she finds her cat Coots in the storage room of the bakery. She hides Coots in the staff room, then greets Mikey.
tl;dr
love autumn
Is it normal to be thinking about wine at this time on a monday?
Love's morning began before dawn, when the suburban cul-de-sac named Crescent Court was still quiet and draped in the hushed tones of night. The buzz of her phone’s alarm echoed through the room as the device began playing "L.O.V.E" by Michael Bublé, which was ironically one of her least favourite songs in the world. Love groaned in annoyance and turned the alarm off as quickly as she could, not wanting to hear another second of it.

She had lost a bet to her friends just under a month ago and, as a penalty, had to set her alleged theme song as her alarm for an entire month in reference to an extremely cheesy pickup line someone had oh-so-originally tried to use on her at a bar one time. If she absolutely had to pick a song that shared a name with her it’d be the one by Keyshia Cole, but even that was pushing it.

Love was tired of the song by the second morning of the penalty, but being a woman of her word, she didn’t plan on changing it until- “Four more days.” she mumbled sleepily, yawning and turning her bedside lamp on to reveal a fluffy black mass named Soup on the bed beside her. “G’morning handsome!” she cooed, her face finally lighting up with both affection and adoration as she scratched behind the sleepy cat's ear.

After getting ready and tying her hair into a neat, low ponytail, Love did a quick scan of the house to say goodbye to her second cat. Not finding Coots anywhere in the house, she assumed the orange feline was either out on a late night/early morning adventure or somewhere in the back yard using one of nature’s many toilets.

The streets of Crescent Court were still mostly engulfed in darkness when she grabbed her handbag and left the house. It felt a little heavier than usual, but Love didn't really dwell on it. She was too tired to, and was only focused on getting to Cupid on time. Love was used to carrying heavy cake boxes anyway, so a few extra kilograms didn't phase her.


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When she entered the cosy bakery she was proud to call her own, Love's nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of bread and buttercream that lingered in the air from the day before. She navigated through to the kitchen, immediately setting her bag down on a stool so that she could get to work. The kitchen was soon choreographed into a symphony of activity, with the ovens humming to life just as Love finally managed to stop yawning.

Washing her hands with raspberry-scented soap and tying an apron around her waist in a near-perfect bow, Love spent the latter portion of the morning on the phone to her father, Paul, as she baked for the day ahead of her. She hadn’t called him in a little while, and since none of her friends were ever awake that early she never really had company during the early mornings. She desperately needed to hire staff to help out around Cupid and take at least a little bit of the workload off, but for the moment she was on her own in that regard.

“Your mom’s been asking about you” Paul eventually announced through the phone after a short pause.

“Oh. Yeah?” Love hesitated, an obvious awkwardness seeping through both ends of the line as soon as the topic shifted.

“Why don’t you give her a call this week?” he suggested.

“I don’t know, dad, I’ve been really busy with the bakery.” she replied, technically honestly.

“Just think about it, Love,” Her father responded. “She cares about you.”

“Mhm. If I don’t get any extra clients this week I’ll try” she assured, despite knowing that she wouldn't do anything of the sort. As avoidant to talk to her mother as she was, Love’s relationship with her was quite literally better than it had ever been—it was surprising enough that they were on talking terms at all after everything that they had been through in the past.

Love habitually fell silent as she perfected some final details on a set of cupcakes, the tip of her tongue peeking out the side of her mouth in concentration as she focused on decorating them. After about twenty seconds, she took a step back from the cupcakes and then finally broke the silence. "Anyway, I'm gonna start opening up the store. Love you dad." she announced right before hanging up. Just in time for Cupid opening its doors for the day, Love began to fill the displays with various delicious baked goods she had made that morning.

When every shelf and display in sight was stocked, she flipped the sign on the door so that it read ‘open’ through the glass, briefly heading through the back again to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to turn any of the ovens off like she did twice last week. Walking past the pantry, she almost thought she saw an orange tail disappear behind a large sack of flowers but immediately cast the thought aside, thinking there was no way Coots could’ve been in the bakery. It was only when she heard a very clear and curious “brrmeow?” coming from the area that she realised something was definitely amiss.

A small frown on her brows, Love hesitantly entered the pantry and approached the suspicious sack of flour. “Psst.. Hey” she called out gently, still mostly believing that she was imagining things. With a gentle rustle, the mystery finally revealed itself, with large brown eyes and soft orange fur. Love's concern turned into a mix of confusion and surprise as she tried to comprehend how on Earth her cat had managed to follow her to work. "Coots, what in the world are you doing here?" Love asked, her stress being trumped by affection in the moment as she reached out to stroke her pet. Coots nuzzled her head into Love’s hand eagerly, unaware of the potential chaos that loomed.

The feline causing chaos certainly wouldn’t be a first. Though very friendly, Coots had become notorious for her mischief, always ending up in places she shouldn’t and breaking things when she got too playful, but never before had she.. teleported?

The bell on the door chimed from the front of the store, signalling the arrival of Cupid’s first customer of the day. ‘Shit. Terrible timing’, Love thought, her heart racing as she tried to think of how she could handle the situation with as little chaos as possible. If the wrong customer saw a cat wandering around the bakery it could be very, very bad—but at the same time, there was no one to watch the store so she could take Coots back home. She’d have to think of a better solution soon, but for now she scooped the cat up in her arms and brought her to the scarcely-decorated staff room, just leaving her with some water for the time being.

Not wanting to keep the customer waiting any longer, Love readjusted her apron and took a deep breath before walking to the front of the store, forcibly calming herself as soon as she stepped behind the counter so as to look more put-together.

“Hello. Welcome to Cupid’s Crumb!” She greeted the person, putting on the same business smile she tried to give every customer no matter what. “How can I..”

Her words trailed off when she finally looked at the male standing on the other side of the counter. Though Cupid hadn’t exactly been open long enough to have regulars, the man standing in front of Love looked nothing like the customers she’d seen in the two weeks it had been open. He looked slightly rugged, almost out of place in such a soft setting. Love didn’t think that, though. She didn’t see the state of his clothes and turn her nose up at him, nor did she think he looked out of place in Cupid's Crumb. It’d only take one close look at Love to see the flour she had forgotten to dust off her apron, or the seedless raspberry jam she hadn’t noticed on her wrist yet, or the two strands of long, brown hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.

Not so perfect herself, Love only noted the customer's handsome yet strangely familiar face.

“-help you?” She finally added, finishing the question and looking at the male with a genuine and curious expression this time. She had no clue why the stranger felt so familiar. She had certainly never seen him in the bakery before, nor did it have anything to do with his background. He didn't look like the type to do yoga, at least stereotypically, but Love wondered if she might have passed by him in the gym when she used to hold classes there. In that moment, she had almost forgotten the predicament she was in.
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Thoughts: “Hopefully the kids stay safe, I can take them to school.”

Where: The Kitchen

With: Marybeth ( monkeydoll555 monkeydoll555 )

Mentions:​

Diego was feeling really lucky to get to sleep in unlike most days, he would been out of the door at 4 am. Yet here he was still asleep, his eyes opened and he stared up at the ceiling. He reached his hand over to the spot where his wife was normally asleep. When he didn’t feel her there, he knew she was awake and he would soon join her.

As he got up slowly, walking to the bathroom to shave and clean up a little bit. He heard her yelling to the twins, he would help her momentarily and make sure they got out of bed. After he was done he looked into the mirror one more time and smiled before finally walking out of the bedroom. He stopped by the twin’s room and told them to wake up so their mom didn’t have to keep yelling. He sat down on each bed and placed a kiss on their foreheads.

Finally he made his way down the stairs and was finally prepared to greet his wife. “Good morning Beautiful.” He said as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips, before making his way into the kitchen whistling as he did so. “Did you eat breakfast my love?” He called out to her as he did so, he wasn’t the best cook but he had not problem making breakfast if it was toast or eggs, sometimes he could whip up some pancakes as well.
 
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