en su bolsillo ;; [.FINISHED.]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Eyes turned, mouths fell open. Surely the famous Madeline Birch wouldn't come here to buy her coffee, would she? One would think she had it made at her own private location, not any old place like Starbucks. . . but there she was. Her stilettos clicked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the line. Some people spontaneously decided to move out of her way, because it was a wide known factor that Madeline was a hot-tempered young woman who liked to get her way. She was also fearless, and in many ways.

Madeline, standing there in her designer shoes, pants, shirt, jacket, jewelry, and other accessories, acted oblivious to the reactions she struck in people. However, on the inside she was grinning and laughing at them. Now most people would advise Maddy to, "... put on some damn sunglasses!" But she enjoyed walking around in public. She had even managed to get away from the paparazzi for a little while, and that was always a plus. Having people gawk at you could be enjoyed, but not when they were up in your face with cameras and notepaper, yelling random questions at you like, "Why are you wearing green today?" Well, it wasn't that bad. Madeline wasn't Angelina Jolie or anything, but she had been in a few recent movies, and there was always some magazine laying around with her in it.

It came to be her turn to order and Madeline decided to give the barista a hard time. "I'll have a Grande Maté Latte, skinny soy." The young woman requested, flashing the acne-covered young man an almost cruel smile. "I'm s-sorry. . . we don't carry Ma. . . Maté?" He answered softly.

Madeline pursed her lips. She knew Starbucks didn't carry Maté, but it was her favorite tea and she was disappointed every time they told her they didn't have it. "Well. . ." she sighed, taking time to study the young man's face, as if there was a drink menu plastered to it. "I suppose I'll take a tall, skinny, half-caf Mocha Valencia, extra hot." Maddy told him, all of the words coming out a lot quicker than her normal speaking tone. The barista struggled to write it all down, and by the time he looked up she was already sitting at a table by the window.

Usually Maddy was nice, but she had been stressed out recently, and the reason for this stress was hidden in her back pocket at the moment. A letter from her brother William had come in the mail just a few days ago. She hadn't seen him for three years, and the only memory of him was a four-year-old rat she'd taken with
her when she left him, all those years ago.

The letter begged her to find him, or to let him find her. Apparently the little tyke. . . no, he wasn't little anymore, was he? He was seventeen, the age Maddy was when she left. She had promised him she'd come for him, but all of this fame and fortune had turned her. Maddy didn't want to have to deal with family. William would just bring all of those buried memories back.

A nose nudged Madeline's hand through the fabric of her coach bag, and when Maddy opened it up out popped Amy. The small brown rat crawled up onto Maddy's shoulder and began nuzzling her ear. Some people from nearby tables stared, and Maddy let them. All of the paparazzi already knew Maddy carried around a rat, it wasn't new gossip, but some people still got a kick out of it.

The barista walked by and placed Maddy's drink on the table. "Thank you," she said, too quietly for anyone to hear. Maddy sipped the whip-cream off the top slowly and looked at furry little Amy. "Oh, what am I going to do, Amy? Willy was always the baby, surely he wouldn't have the courage to come get me, would he?" She whispered softly. Amy just squeaked and crawled back into the coach bag.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 674
muse ;; blah, not much. count's good, but the quality? no.
occ ;; n/a
tags ;; ~ open ~

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

The little bell that hung from the door jingled as Luke opened the door. Usually he didn't go to Starbucks to get coffee, but for some reason he had felt like getting away from the music industry people that worked him night and day. No, Luchiano wasn't complaining; he loved playing music, but there's times when he just needs to escape from the caos that goes on.

A long line extended from the counter top. Luke breathed in deeply. He wasn't the most patient person in the world, but hey, at least when he gets a call from his manager asking where he is...he won't have to make up the pathetic exuse that there was a long line. Keeping his sunglasses on his face, he stepped in line. Let the wait begin,

[/b][/i] Luke thought to himself.

Feeling his phone vibrate against his thigh, Luke slowly brought out the black Iphone to look at the message. No surprise, his manager was going into a panic-attack trying to learn where he is. Rolling his eyes slightly, he texted back quickly, reassuring his manager that he was just out getting coffee and would be back soon. "Managers," Luke sighed under his breath.

The line moved slowly forward. He saw a girl head towards her seat. She looked familiar. By the way everybody was gawking at her, Luke assumed it was someone that he should know, but just can't think at the top of his head who it is. However, Luke thought she looked like a model type, or at least something along those lines. He knew that he's suppose to know who all these celebrities are, but have you ever tried to keep them all straight? Between celebrities, directors, managers, and producers, it's pretty much impossible to remember everybody. Luke's learned to just smile and nod, and look like he knows exactly who is talking to him when he actually has no clue.

The line moved up more and Luke was almost to the counter top. It looked like a young 16 year old kid was running the cash register. That didn't surprise Luke. It would explain why there was such a slow line. Maybe he's new,[/b][/i] Luke told himself. Once, the person in front of him got their drink and got out of line, Luchiano stepped up. "Yes, Sir, how may I help you?"[/b] the kid asked nervously. He kept glancing at the woman that Luke thought looked like a model.

Luke glanced up at the menu. He wasn't really familiar with all the coffee names. He never really drank that stuff. It always gave him a caffein rush, and the rest of the day he'd be hard to handle. Oh well, this was a day that Luchiano needed something to calm his nerves, whether it was coffee or not. Settling for something that he's tried a few time, he looked back at the kid. "I'll take a chocolate Frappuccino."[/b] The kid nodded and started to work on getting his drink ready.

Soon enough, his drink was sitting on the counter in front of him. Luke grabbed it and got out of line. He looked around, trying to find maybe a booth close to the window. Spotting one, Luke walked over and sat down. Sipping his drink, he drug out his Ipod Touch and put the earphones in his ears. He wanted to drowned everybody out.

Settling back in the cushioned booth, Luke listened to his music and sipped his drink. He was going to try as hard as he could to avoid that call that he's gonna have to make.


Word Count: 622
Notes: Sorry, I babble a lot, lol & your post was awesome![/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline sipped her orange-flavored mocha, and dropped a few of the little shaved orange-rind pieces into her bag for Amy. It was a slow day, just like the next few days were going to be. There was nothing to shoot, and Madeline usually blew off the little things her managers tried telling her to do, so she was living the life of. . . well, since she was already living the life of luxury, now it was a bit like boredom.

The hot, chocolaty drink slid smoothly down her throat, it felt nice on a day like this. Rain drizzled off and on outside, it had been acting nothing like summer for the last few days, so Madeline told herself that it was still spring, and because of this weather they would be blessed with a very sunny summer. Sun meant you could shoot things outside comfortably, and Maddy liked that.

She glanced around at all of the people at Starbucks, each one with their own mini, pointless life. Coffee was just a little peek into their lives, and the clothes they were wearing was another. Nobody in the whole place seemed to dress as showy as Maddy did (which, in her opinion, showed how much you cared about your reputation and image), and nobody seemed to have an employment any higher than your everyday worker in an office. Ah, except for maybe that guy at the table next to hers.

He looked familiar, and Maddy was good at remembering faces. She wasn't sure of his name, but she knew she had seen him at Whitecrest before. "Hey, have I seen you at Whitecrest before?" Madeline called. She knew she had, but asking pointless questions was always a good conversation starter, and she figured she might start up a conversation to brighten the day a little. He was sitting only two chairs away from her, so she didn't have to yell across the café.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 321
muse ;; Aigh, can't seem to keep my count up today.
occ ;; <3 gah, maddy's so fun to roleplay.
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

Luchiano tapped his phone against his palm, unsure if he should call. He had recieved news from his little sister, Marisol. She had been speaking rapidly on the other end of the phone last night when she had made the call to her older brother. Marisol had sound hysteric. No matter how much Luke tried to calm his sister, it didn't matter.

Marisol had been sobbing while she had called Luke. Luchiano knew that yesterday had been the 4 year anniversary of the fire that had taken his other little sister's life, Belinda. The thought about that night always brought water to his eyes. He deep down knew that Damien was behind it, but of course, no arrest was issued since all of the evidence was destroyed in the fire. However, the sobbing Marisol was doing wasn't about her dead sister...it had been about the man that caused Luke's family so much pain.

The name, Damien, always brought anger along with the sadness that filled Luke. Trying to push that name out of his head, Luke sat there staring at his phone. Should he make the call to his biological father? Marisol had said that she was sure that he had been at their house a couple nights ago. Is he up to his stalking tatics again? He's gonna go after my family again. He wants me to go confront him. I can't do that; i'm not going to step into his plans, but I can't just abandon the rest of the family. Damien could take advantage of me not being there...I'm going to have to confront him sometimes...Is now the time?

[/b][/i] Luke grined his teeth together. He wasn't sure of anything so far. His thoughts were interrupted, however. That, Luchiano was happy for.

Luke had heard a voice. It didn't place right with the music or the thoughts that swirled around in his head, so he assumed it was someone from around the cafe saying something. Usually he would ignore such talking, but it had sounded like the chatter had been directed at him. Glancing up, he pulled his earphones out. He looked at saw that the model that he thought looked familiar was looking at him. He heard her say something that had to do with Whitecrest. Looking more at this woman, he knew that he's seen her at Whitecrest too, he just couldn't remember her name.

"Uh, yeah, I think so...I thought I recognized you from somewhere. You're a...model, right?"[/b] Luchiano said hesitantly. He hated when he gets the wrong person with the wrong thing. He hoped that this wasn't going to be like one of those times.


Word Count: 474
Notes: uhhh, no not really any notes I can think off...[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline swirled the chocolate-orange liquid on her tongue and squinted her eyes slightly, trying to decide who this young man was. He didn't look like the model type, he could be an actor? No. This was a musician, he was in some way related to music. Whether as a musician or a singer, you could see it in his eyes. Almost all musicians had that melancholy tint to their eyes, even if they were the happiest person in the world.

"Yes, I model for a few different magazines through Whitecrest. I act as well, but that's a minor career for me. Now let me try you," Madeline smiled, "You're a musician of some sort, a pianist perhaps? Or a singer?" She asked. Madeline took in the sad look in his eyes once more, and decided that it was more of a troubled look, he looked the way Madeline felt. The way she felt about the letter in her pocket, dreaded words ending in a sorrowful "I love you, come find me."

Madeline rolled over the words in her head and her charming shell fell away to reveal a lost little girl of sixteen who still didn't know what she was doing. But only for a moment, and then she bounced back. Maddy put back on her easy smirk and playful, outgoing attitude. She couldn't let herself be this way in public, her audience couldn't see this. Why had she even brought the letter to town with her?

Absentmindedly, Madeline put her hand inside her coach bag and realized that it was open. This caught her attention, because not only was it open, but there was no furry bundle of love inside. "Amy?!" The young model cried out, a little bit louder than she had meant it. She glanced around frantically under the table, inside her bag again, on her lap. She even felt around on her shoulders and in her curly, dyed black hair.

Amy was Maddy's baby! How could she lose her baby? "Hey, have you seen a small brown rat by any chance? She's very tiny for a rat, my little lady. . ." Madeline ranted, growing frantic. Boy, from the moment she showed up at this coffee shop her usual self had just deteriorated more and more, now she was asking random people she had just met to help her find her pet rat. A lunatic, right? Amazingly, Maddy hadn't even thought of how weird she must have seemed to this poor young man.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 413
muse ;; kinda messy, and i run all over the place.
occ ;; - <3 -
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

Luchiano cast a strange look at this girl. A pet rat carried in a purse? Wow, you don't hear that everyday,

[/b][/i] Luke thought to himself. He hurriedly twisted his face into a small fake smile to hide what he had just thought. Well, there's been worse.[/b][/i] Thinking about some of the celebrities that thought it was cool and "scandalous" to hide a poisonous snake in their purses, or sneak rare animals out of the country just so that they could possess it. Yes, there's been much worse.

Luke glanced around the coffee shop, seeing nothing but human feet scurrying across the floor. Where could a rat hide in this suppose-to-be well maintained restaurant?[/i][/color] His thoughts were interrupted by the squeal of a little girl, or well, the kid that was behind the counter top. The teenager that ran the cash register was looking at the ground, hopping around as if he was trying to avoid something. Maybe something brown and with a tail?

Getting up quickly he walked over to the counter and peered over it. The kid that was freaking out jumped around more and more, spilling coffee and beverages everywhere. People gathered to see why there was such a commotion going on. Luchiano pulled his sunglasses off and sat them on top of his head for a moment. He saw something rushing around behind the counter top. The register boy kept making more noise than the animal was. Giving the teenager a pathetic look, he waited till the animal that was causing this kid so much horror stopped for a few seconds. Yep, a small brown rat.

Luke sighed a little. This was turning into an interesting afternoon for him. He chuckled a little. What would people think if he told him that while he was at Starbucks, he also got to go rat searching. Rolling his eyes a little more at the thought and at the register boy, he turned to look at the model that owned the pet. "Uh, I think I found her?"[/b]


Word Count: 374
Notes: My post was really bad... [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

"Uh, I think I found her?" The sound of the man's voice brought Madeline's attention away from the table she was peering under and she snatched Amy from him, a sigh escaping her mouth. "Listen, I can't thank you enough. It's a quirk I don't try to hide anymore, but I love this little animal to death." Madeline admitted, a slight flush coming to her pale cheeks. "My name's Madeline Birch. Come sit down with me? She offered, walking back over to the table.

She stroked Amy lightly and then put her back in her bag. Madeline never would have been able to put up with a pet, especially a rodent, because they smelled so bad. But this rat was a true princess herself, she was tidy, well trained, smart, and she didn't smell. She even had a great physique, thin and well kept. Madeline grinned and decided that was because she had such a good owner.

Maddy sat down at her table and motioned for the man to take the other seat. Since she was planning on talking to him, they might as well sit at the same table. "Don't worry, I don't bite people. . . or, most people." She smiled, "Or maybe you don't want to be seen sitting with the crazy rat lady? Man, that was embarrassing, wasn't it?" Madeline looked around, first at the customers of Starbucks (who were still shooting her some strange glances), and then to the shaken employees (who were darting around trying to reassure customers, clean things up, and calm the poor barista).

Madeline looked back to the young man and tried to keep herself from laughing, but a huge laugh bubbled up anyway. Madeline hadn't felt like this in forever. She let the laugh shake her body, and a true, real smile spread on her face. This was highly unusual for Miss Birch, materialistic and cold. She was usually the one who could keep a straight face, come up with snarky comments at even the funniest jokes. Somehow, though, at this moment it all fell away. My god, I have been having the strangest week. . . what's next? Madeline thought to herself as she recovered from her laughter. At this point she didn't care what handsome Mr. New Guy thought of her, she was just oddly, spontaneously happy.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 418
muse ;; i have this string of character weirdness going on. XP, sorry.
occ ;; - <3 -
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

Luke glanced between his drink and his chair. Shrugging his shoulders, he quickly went to the table he had been at and wen to take the empty seat at Madeline's table. Yes, that name was familiar to Luke. He had seen this woman on some covers of magazines, he thinks. He smiled shyly, bringing the seat away from the table and sitting down in it. He could still hear the register boy rushing around, trying to recover from his shock.

"Nice to meet you, Madeline, and don't worry, I've seen way worse. At least Amy wasn't like some poisonous snake or something,"

[/b] Luchiano said. "Oh, and my name is Luchiano Ramono, but most people call me Luke for short." He smiled at Madeline, reassuring her that he was not scared to sit at the same table. Nodding his head towards her bag, he asked, "Does she always try to explore coffee shops? I don't think she got out just to check out the kid behind the counter. Trust me, he's not her type."

Looking around, he saw that many people were still staring at them. Oh well, let them stare, he thought to himself. He never really did care about what others thought about him, well almost everybody. The only people that he did care about was his family, well with the exception of Damien, and his friends. When you're in the whole famous thing business at Whitecrest, you learn to ignore what others say or think.

Luke smiled. It felt good to smile. He realized that he hadn't smiled for a long time. With all the pressures from the music business, his manager, and most importantly his family, he's been under a lot of stress. Yes, it felt good to smile again. It's kind of weird that the thing that got him to smile after all this heartbreak was a rat named Amy and a model named Madeline...


Word Count: 331
Notes: Sorry its short...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline raised an eyebrow, "Poisonous snake? Do I even wanna know. . . ?" She teased, laughing a little. If this guy hung around with girls who carried poisonous snakes in their purses, she certainly didn't have to be afraid of freaking him out. "Well it's very nice to meet you, Luke. Strange, actually. Usually I'm not so friendly. . ." Madeline thought out loud, tilting her head slightly. It was strange, not being in a bad mood. The model laughed a little and went on, "Maybe this mocha has something other than coffee in it," she laughed.

Madeline looked down at her bag and smiled, "Well, Amy is quite adventurous. She's never gotten away from me before, though, usually I'm careful to keep my bag zipped up. I've been a little off lately, just one of those days." She grinned. "What about you? Do you often get swept off into rat chases? Or snake chases, perhaps?" Madeline asked him. He had been so helpful, it struck her as odd in a very nice way. Usually people fled the moment they saw Amy's little brown nose pop out of Maddy's bag. Not many people were used to rats.

Sometimes Maddy even forgot the reason she had Amy. Before she left William had given the little rat to her. He didn't know she was leaving then, but they had just gotten over a small argument about their mother, and Amy was the peace treaty. Madeline took the rat with her when she left, and she'd never given it a second thought. What if William wanted her back?

Madeline shrugged it off, she didn't need to think about that. Lately it was all she ever thought of, but at the moment she was having a nice, normal. . . well, somewhat normal conversation with a young man in a coffee shop. What was better than that? She shoved away her troubling thoughts and focused on the relaxing aroma of her mocha, and the sweet smile on Luke's face.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 333
muse ;; lalala
occ ;; nah, your post is fine. sorry this one took so long!
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

Luke laughed lightly, all thoughts of Damien pushed out of his mind...for the moment. "My manager has had me meet some celebrities that think it's cool to keep a poisonous snake in their purse. That was the origin of that comment. I thought it was weird. Trust me, I stayed clear off any purses at parties that had any thing that slithered and hissed at me."

[/b] Luke grin widened. He had been afraid to go any place that those celebrities were at. The thought of seeing a rattlesnake or a boaconstrictor sent shivers down his spine. His phobia of snakes didn't help matters either.

"But I've never had to chase after one. This was my first official rat chase. So, how did I do in it?"[/b] he asked light-heartedly. Luke thought it was funny about the whole idea. He had always had a love for animals, even as a small child. Trying to beg his parents to take him to the zoo every weekend was a common thing that had gone on in his home. Remembering how his sisters had loved the animals as much as he did brought a warm feeling to his heart. However, that feeling was replaced with a feeling of rage and sadness. Belinda could have still been going to the zoo. She could have lived out her dream to work with animals, but no, Damien took that away from her. He took her away from me, from her family...[/b][/i]

Luke shook his head, trying to focus on his conversation with Madeline. He didn't want to appear like he was getting annoyed or angry at this nice girl. Even when I think I can escape him, Damien still finds someway to force himself upon my life. Whether it's physically or emotionally, that doesn't matter. He's stamped his presence permitly on my heart...[/b][/i] The thought made Luchiano more depressed and angry. He shook slightly.

That sudden movement forced Luke back into present time. He realized that he was frowning and had his eyebrows pulled together. Rapidly, he changed his facial expression to that of somewhat faked happiness. He ignored the thoughts that swirled in his head about his biological father, but he knew they were still there. They were always in the back of his mind. Luke prayed that he hadn't had that sour look on his face for too long. He didn't want to give Maddy the wrong idea, the idea that he didn't like her. Right now, all he wanted was a friend, someone to talk to...

He waited for Maddy to speak, to distract him from his thoughts and feelings.


Word Count:464
Notes: Love playing Luke! LOL! [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline laughed, she had never once met a woman with a snake in her purse, but that would explain some of the hissing that went on at those parties. Speaking of parties. . . Madeline wondered why she hadn't seen Luke at more of them. She was a huge party person herself, Madeline practically lived to party, it was all part of the fame deal. "So," she started, "Do you party often? I myself am very into parties, and I've been able to find some of the better ones. . . less reptiles. . . you should come with me sometime." Madeline hadn't shown up at Starbucks looking for some innocent fun, but she was a natural flirt and couldn't help it when she was talking to attractive men.

"Oh, and I think you did wonderfully in the rat chase. You found her instantly, I don't know what I'd do without you!" Maddy laughed, brushing her short hair out of her face. She was itching for a new hairdo, it had been the same color and style for almost a month now, dark brown and straight. Maybe curling it a little at the ends would be nice, give it that wavy look? Bleaching it would be fun, too, but Maddy didn't look good with light hair. Maybe a nice auburn. "Random thought here, but what do you think I should do with my hair? It's been the same color far too long. Black or auburn, which do you think would look better?" Madeline asked him, entirely sincere about it. Maddy was one of those people that would ask a random person on the street what their opinion on her outfit was. So she had no trouble asking a person she'd talked to for a while what color they thought she should die her hair. It was just natural.

Now normally Maddy wasn't self conscious, she was a rich celebrity and everyone loved whatever she did. . . and if they didn't it provided more publicity. However, at that moment her companion had just started to frown at her, and then shook his head, which made her question what she'd done wrong. Madeline opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again, what was she going to say? She returned a frown and looked down at her mocha. Another thoughtful sip of her caffeinated beverage soothed her, and she decided it was nothing. If it was anything, it must have been something else on his mind. Nobody frowned and shook their head at Madeline Birch. She was above that, she was above him! No. . . I have to stop thinking that way. Madeline scolded herself. It was a bad habit, the way she couldn't seem to let anyone in. Maybe I'm bipolar. She thought, realizing that she'd just gone from laughing out loud to having a silent battle with this newly met young man. "What's wrong?" Madeline didn't realize she'd spoken out loud, it was more of a thought to herself. Luke would probably think it was directed at him, Madeline realized.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 511
muse ;; really bad, sorry.
occ ;; ~~~
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

[/font][/color]

Luke shook his head again, letting his brown hair com over his face slightly. He pushed the stranded strands back into place. Looking at Maddy, he said seriously, "Nothing, really...Just some problems going on back home." Hoping to lighten the mood a little, he added, "You'll have to forgive me on the whole staring out into space thing. I do that a lot..."

[/b] His voice trailed off a little, not knowing what else to say. Picking up his beverage, he took a quick sip to try to bring him back into this decade.

She probably thinks I'm bipolar or insane,[/b][/i] Luchiano thought to himself. That thought he did succeed when keeping his facial expression the same. He really needed to work on that, not showing what he was thinking on his face. No wonder people can read me like a book... Taking another drink of his Frappuccino, he remembered what Maddy had asked him before, while he had been in his own little world that seemed to revolve around Damien.

"Uh, I don't really party a lot. The thought about getting all drunk and high just isn't what I think of as fun. Although, seeing people stumbling around is kinda funny...I know, you probably think I live in a hole or something..." Luke's mind flashed back to his last party, the one where he saw some dude get hit by a car because the idiot had drank too much and ran out in front of the car. The paramedics said that the guy would live. Luckily, the car hadn't been going that fast. Another 10 mph would have killed the guy. Where the drunken dude was now, Luke didn't know. Truthfully, he didn't want to know. If the guy went to as many parties as he said he does, then he's probably dead. Maybe from alcohol poisoning or running out in front of something, like a train... The guy had bragged about how he could beat a train. Maybe he tried to test his theory...[/i][/color] Luke didn't know why, but the thought made him smirk a little. It wasn't about the guy being killed or anything. No, it was about how some people can be so clueless and dumb as to actually try some of those stupid stunts they try.

"As for the hairstyle, uh, I don't really know. I'm not a very good girl-advice giver person. My sisters were still too young to really care about what they looked like...Marisol could be starting to get into that stuff now."[/b] Luke didn't know why he had started talking about his sisters. He usually refrained from speaking of them; it just would reopen any wounds that had been in his heart. However, at the moment, speaking about them felt right. Maybe Luke could talk about a little of his family in front of this girl. She'll probably not understand. She's probably grown up with the perfect family, like most of the other Whitecrest people have...[/b][/i] The thought bummed him a little.

Wanting to make a little more conversation, he said, "So... Uh, do you have any siblings? As you probably know I have, well had, two sisters..." Looking for someone to instill his trust in, he hoped that he wasn't making a mistake in doing this.

Word Count: 599
Notes: Mine was really bad...[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline nodded, problems at home. Who didn't have problems at home? Madeline's old home was her problem. She looked down at her mocha and sighed softly. He spoke again and Madeline looked up. "Live in a hole? No. And not all of the parties are about getting drunk and high. . . well, actually they are. . ." Maddy laughed at herself, who was she kidding? She never left a party without being a little tipsy at the least. "But hey, they can be pretty fun." She told him, still trying to sell her invitation to go partying.

Madeline listened to him as he started talking about his sisters, and she wondered where they were right now and if he had a good relationship with them and the rest of his family. "Well, I think I'll go for black. . ." She said softly, smiling a little as she watched him. He had two sisters? Madeline wondered about the meaning of that. Did he mean he had two sisters in the way that Madeline used to have a brother? Willy's still out there. A voice in her head told her. That piece of paper was burning a hole in her pocket, so she pulled it out and transferred it to her purse.

What could she tell this man? Madeline had little trust in anyone, she barely even trusted herself to do anything right. . . like making the right decisions. "Yeah. . . I had a brother once." Madeline said, her voice coming out in almost a whisper. She hated denying his existence, but she had changed. Her life was better now, William could deal. Madeline loved that boy, but he had to live his own life now. Have you really abandoned him? Have you sunk that low? The voice asked, sounding heartbroken. "I mean, he's still alive. I think. It's no biggie, really. What about your sisters? Are you close?" Madeline asked. She wanted to add, 'what does it feel like?' but she couldn't bring herself to ask him. It probably felt pretty damn good if he loved his sisters and was close to them.

Hurt, that's all Maddy felt for her family. She hated her father in a kind of neutral way, he never really mattered to her. If he ever truly cared for her, it was before she remembered. She hated her mother even more for putting Willy and herself through all of that. Yet she also pitied her mother, poor woman didn't have anything to do with her life. Now her brother was a different story, mixed emotions coming out of everywhere. She loved him, but she couldn't bring herself to make contact with him again. Madeline had fled all of that, she became rich and famous and she took care of herself only. It was a good, happy life she lived. It was peaceful, not in the way some thought as peaceful, but it was peaceful to Maddy. Life was all a show, a play, a movie, whatever. She knew her part by heart, but if she went back to her life before Whitecrest she was lost. She was standing onstage, in the spotlight, knowing she had a monologue to present but not remembering a single word of it. Life before Whitecrest was unbearable, and she didn't want even a hint of it seeping back into her life now.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 561
muse ;; it was rolling in this post!
occ ;; luke will have to press a little harder to get anything out of maddy. maybe she'll fully open up in our next thread?
tags ;; luchiano ramono

[Luchiano Christian Ramono]

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things
that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling...
Frightened that you'll slip away from me forever...

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Luchiano glanced down at his legs, squirming slightly. Fighting back tears and that bulge in his throat that always wants to appear at the wrong times, he looked up. Had a brother once? She makes it sound like they're not that close,

[/b][/i] Luke thought to himself. Maybe she has some family issues like mine...[/i][/b] Wishing that someone could understand understand him and his family, his past, he clung to that thought. Would Maddy understand about his family? Luke thought about Damien, Marisol, Belinda, his parents, and discarded the previous thought. No, nobody would ever be able to understand him or his screwed up family. Well, his family isn't all screwed up, it's just more like drama. Major drama between the family and Damien, who can't get the message that he's not wanted by his son anymore.

"Uh, well, I'm pretty close to Marisol...She's my little sister, so obviously I'm gonna have the whole protective big bro thing going. With Belinda, um, I don't know if you'd want to say we're actually like close...It's complicated..."[/b] Luke didn't know why he kept avoiding saying that Belinda was dead. His tongue just couldn't spit out those words. They brought too much pain. Also the thought that this girl could not understand what he's going through forced him to stop trying to give in and instill his trust. "What about your brother? You two close?" Luke asked.

Horns honked outside, people walked along the streets, animals strolled through the roads, life outside seemed so normal. Luke wanted to be part of that normal life, the one where the one big dream is to be famous and sing, and not have to worry about his family. People believe that their lives are hard when they have a bad day at work or when they're cars break down, but truthfully, they don't know how lucky they are. They don't realize that there are people that all they can do is stay up late at night, mind racing through thoughts about what could possibly happen to his relatives, to his sisters. Yes, those people were lucky. Luke wanted to be one of those lucky people. He could taste the happiness and care-free attitude upon his tongue, but he'll never be able to be like those people. He has too many people to worry about, to protect from evil forces that try to push their ways into his life...Yes, those people should be grateful. All they had to complain about was their relationships and jobs. Luke wished that that's all that he could complain and worry about. It was like he was living a double life in this world: A music artist trying to make it in the big business world, and a big brother that is trying to protect his only alive sister from his pysco biological father. Yep, Luke's world was complicated. More that anybody would ever know...

Word Count: 531
Notes: Very bad... I really need to learn how to write better...[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Birch]

she's got both hands
in her pockets

Madeline smiled and nodded, "Complicated. . . so many things are complicated now. Don't you wish you were a little kid again? Living was so easy then. . ." Madeline trailed off and then laughed lightly at herself. "You are not allowed to ever tell anyone I said that, by the way. I think the paparazzi has enough of my quirks documented, their files will overflow if they get anything else to sink their teeth into about me." Madeline joked, trying to ignore the question Luke had asked her. It's not just quirks I want hidden. . . I've always told people that my father is a rich man who lives in California, they don't need to know the truth about my family. She thought bitterly.

"My family is complicated, too." Madeline said shortly, biting her tongue. She was starting to feel all to comfortable around this man, and that wasn't a good thing. At least they weren't drinking coffee with rum in it or something. Then he'd really have her talking. Madeline was about to whip up some story including the fact that her father was a millionaire, but then she found that she couldn't lie to Luke. He was being too sincere and sweet with her for Madeline to lie to him and come off all materialistic and snarky, like she usually was with people.

A buzzing melody rang out from her bag and Madeline hurried to answer it. "Excuse me, Luke. . . it's my boss." She said hurriedly. For it was, in fact, one of her many bosses. "Hello? ... Oh. ... Yeah, I'll be there. ... Fifteen minutes? ... Sure." She hung up and looked apologetically back at Luke. Her manager had just phoned to tell her that the photo-shoot that had been canceled was now up and running again, and they wanted her there immediately. At least now I have an excuse for not going into detail about my brother. . . I was almost ready to, even! Madeline thought, placing her iPhone back in her bag.

"I have to go, boss's orders. But it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Ramono," She told him, reaching her hand out to shake his. She was about to turn and walk away when she remembered something. "Oh! Hey, you really should come partying with me sometime. There's a party this friend of mine is holding next weekend at The Club, she holds pretty good parties and there's an open bar. . . bonus, right? Here. . ." Madeline pulled a piece of paper and pen out of her bag and wrote down the information on the party quickly. The time, date, place, and what to say to the bouncers. "See you there." Madeline said in her soft, charmer voice. She winked at him and grinned before making her grand exit out of Starbucks.

and she wont look at you
won't look at you

count ;; 474
muse ;; wow, that was one. . . crazy spurt of muse there. i have no idea where it came from, and i don't think it was that good. xp
occ ;; no, your writing is good! honestly, i look at role-playing as a writing exercise, practice writing.
tags ;; luchiano ramono