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She had to swallow her pride the entire day, her pride and her embarrassment and every other negative emotion that whirled inside her like a hurricane. She knew her ‘other’ family had been called, if she could even call them a family. She had never mt her mother and she still didn’t know her sisters first name, just that she was a mirrored image. That’s all she was, a reflection. “I don’t want to do this.” That’s all she can say as she grips her grandfathers hand, hoping there was another time, another place; but there wasn’t this is all the time she had. “Yes you do.” Maisie couldn’t look at him, couldn’t loo past her watery sapphires, behind thick rimmed glasses and an unkempt fringe. “What if I’m not what she wanted.” Maisie gripped his hand tighter, hearing a gentle knock at the door. “You’re you, Maisie, you’re everything she’ll want.”

[adefinley]

Clara Finley was weak, weaker than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her bones were like twigs, her skin like paper so thin that even her own daughter was afraid to hold her sometimes. The pair walked through hospital hallways, with Adelaide in close proximity to grip her mother's hand and support her to the room. She was terrified, she knew of her sister because of their encounter just a few days ago and Adelaide never imagined that her own sister was sick, but she should have seen it coming. She was afraid of what she'd see on the other side. Adelaide's hated hospitals for as long as she could remember. Adelaide knocks on the door, gently, and she glances at her mother, blue eyes mirroring each other as they offer silent comfort to each other. Her mother's grip gets tighter on her as they hear slow footsteps walking towards the door, an elderly man opens it and Clara recognizes him but Adelaide knows she's never seen him in her entire life. "Breathe, mum." Adelaide whispers to her mother, touching a hand to her back as they get closer to the hospital bed. Clara eases away from the daughter she's raised and towards the one she wants to help save. "Oh, my sweet daughter." There's a break in Clara's voice as she edges closer to Mia, hands reaching out to caress her daughter's face while Adelaide stays back, watching as her mother gets at least one happy ending.

[adefinley]

Adelaide didn't get much time alone, didn't have much time to do what she really wanted. She had school to think about, work to balance that with, and on top of that, she had her mother to care for. She was insistent when it came to caring for her mother and while Ms. Finley always encouraged Adelaide to go out and live her life like a girl in her twenties should be doing, Adelaide often refused and opted to stay at home and spend time with her mother. Even if they were just sitting on the couch, knitting scarves together or playing a round of Go Fish together, the blonde spent as much time with her mother as she could. Today, however, was different, her mother convinced her to take some time for herself and go do something she enjoyed. Naturally, the girl found herself in the acting theatre. It was a Tuesday which meant no one was around Blacklight, unless the people in the meeting rooms trying to come up with ideas for the spring musical counted. Otherwise, she was alone in the theater, she sat in one of the chairs, front row, staring at the stage in front of her. I'll get here. Then I'll get to the flashing lights. Then I'll be okay. Adelaide stands from her seat, palms down on the stage and pushing to pull herself up and on the stage, before sitting cross legged with her back to the audience seats. Theatres calmed her in the way her mother's voice would, and in the same way, she could tell when someone was disrupting that. She looks over her shoulder. "Who's there?"

[adefinley]

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adefinley: happy new year's!! xx

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[jaxtok-blog]

"So, you should join me and we should drink into the New Year! Or the end of the New Year celebration. Well, lucky for her. Glad you have someone to impress, after all. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Adelaide. Call me Jett."

[adefinley]

Adelaide takes a swig of her rum and coke and raises the glass in her hand. "Ah, cheers to the New Year, am I right? My mother's a very easy woman to impress but I love her for that, makes things easier for me. Pleasure to meet you as well, Jett. So remind me again, why exactly are we celebrating the New Year nearly two weeks after the actual date?"

[kkingdomkeys]

[jaxtok-blog]

"Perhaps. If I sincerely hated my actions. Is that strange? I think that is my plan, actually. Well, look at you, you overachiever. I’ve never been so proud for someone to beat me at something."

[adefinley]

"Well, then we're buddies since that's my plan for the rest of the night. Ah, well, I'm here to make my mother proud after all. Oh, but I'm Adelaide, just so that you know exactly who is beating you at something."

[astridvinova-blog]

"You know, I think we could make a pretty good job out of this." Astrid said as she pulled a bead out of her pouch and handing it to the girl. "I don’t believe I’ve asked for your name yet, which is a pity considering the stunts we just pulled. His face though-" Astrid broke off, laughing.

[adefinley]

"That was rather fun, probably the best thing I've done the entire nght." Adelaide giggles, taking the bead and stringing it onto her necklace to add to her collection. "Oh, well, the name's Adelaide. What about you? You're a good time and I might want to have that again. Oh god, his face, it was priceless, if I wasn't a lady, he surely would've punched me or something else that would physically hurt me."

[ansaridrisi-blog]

"Well, nothing’s wrong with havin’ a strong competitive spirit, I’d say." Taking the blue bead from her hand, he dipped his head in thanks. His first bead, after two days - a little pathetic, but less so. "Sure, I’ve got somethin’. I dare you to - I dare you to walk up to any couple, sit in between them, and accuse one of them of cheating on you with the other."

[adefinley]

"They're just beads. Sure, the prize is probably great but unless they can give me a million dollars, not worth it." She listens to his dare, gasping as her jaw drops slightly. "You want me to ruin a relatonship? Oh, the things I do for a tiny, little bead." Adelaide trudges away, scanning the room for any couples, before finding her target. A teenage couple, she presumes, sitting at a table with the girl giving him a smile and feeding him pretzel sticks, he seemed uninterested. He was an asshole and she deserved better so Adelaide steps in. The blonde takes a seat between the couple and knocks his drink off the table, scoffing. "Who's this? What the hell, I thought I was 'the only girl for you.' Asshole." She puts her fingers up in air quotation marks and takes the girl's drink to splash in his face before getting up and sauntering away. When she turns her head over her shoulder, the girl's mid-slap and she gets up from the table, ignoring any of his desperate pleas and attempts to explain that he didn't even know Adelaide. It's a good thing she's an actress. "Well, that was fun. What color 've you got?"

[frbeckham]

Due to the mass amount of people flocking the entire place, it seems as though Jude was in a never-ending hunt to find some peace of his own – now past the interval of wanting to go wild with the New Year’s festivity as he can feel his entire body cripple with enervation. It was all by chance, really, given that his ears perked up to the particular feminine tone that was being drowned out by all of the cheering and cries of attention – but the second his lanky frame momentarily turns to try and find a spot; he’s startlingly left matching a familiar face to the voice. Here they were, yet again. It doesn’t take too long until he catches himself staring at the lonesome blonde, prying over every trifling gesture she makes as he debates whether or not if he should go over to make conversation or perhaps simply greet her – cause last time clearly wasn’t bad enough.

[adefinley]

Everyone's in a rush, for no reason really, and when someone is still, it's even easier to spot them among the crowd of hustle and bustle. It's one of the twins, she remembers talking to the both of them, but she doesn't know either of them well enough to tell the difference between them. She lifts her hand up and wiggles her fingers in a wave towards him, wondering what his purpose was in sitting alone. They were both alone, as it seemed, she thought that maybe he would've at least sat down next to her and made conversation. Adelaide had even let her thoughts become words, the least he could do was answer that. Instead of waiting and debating on whether or not he was going to approach her, Adelaide hops off her seat and next to the boy, smiling and tipping her glass. "Having a good night?"

[astridvinova-blog]

Astrid smirked. Now this would be a treat to perform. Ordering a beer from the bar, Astrid caught the eye of a man sitting across the room. She smiled as she approached his table, her glass in one hand. Without a word, she sat herself on his lap and ran a finger along the edge of his jaw, distracting him from the glass of beer resting in her other hand. As she maintained eye contact with him, she began to empty the beer down his trousers, smirking as she did so. Finally, she stood up, leaving the man enraged and walked back to the blonde, struggling to contain her laughter as she did so. “Challenge completed. Now, I dare you to walk up to the same man and ask whether he wet himself with excitement.”

[adefinley]

Adelaide stands impressed as the brunette makes her way to someone sitting, the beverage is poured down his trousers and she laughs out loud, covering her mouth with a free hand. She strings a bead off her necklace to place into the palm of the girl, a brow raised as she gives her a proposition. She flashes her a grin and places her glass down on the bar to approach the man who was currently seething as he wiped at his pants with napkins, the people aroun him giving him odd looks. She taps his shoulder, looking up at him innocently with her bright blue eyes. "Sir, uhm, did you wet yourself with excitement?" He exhales and there's a fiery rage in his eyes, his face going red when Adelaide scampers away. "Done, now, the bead?"

[ansaridrisi-blog]

"So you decided, having the beads physically impossible to hand out would improve yuor changes of winning? Alright, I guess." Getting into pushup position, Atlas lowered himself so that his tongue ran along the bottom of the floor. Making a quick face to himself, he got up after a second. "There, satisfied?"

[adefinley]

"No, not really, I don't really care about winning but the try hards can be very... Well, annoying." She watches him as he executes the dare rather boldly, in Adelaide's opinion. A laugh pushes past her lips as she takes one of her midnight blue beads from her necklace to hand to him. "I'm impressed, I didn't think you would do that, to be honest. Here's the bead, as promised. Got anything for me?"