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“I know why you’re here,” Roman responded briefly looking up from his computer at the woman who had obviously tracked him down. Considering the person he worked for was gaining more notoriety he had to be clever about working outside the office. This way he could avoid people who were only looking to find something they could spin for press. “And I’ve got nothing for you,” he replied closing his laptop obviously in need of finding a new hidden sanctuary. “You received our recent press release just like everyone else. Now if you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to be that not here.”

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“Oh, excuse me.” Isobel had been searching all through the store in search of the right ones. It wasn’t like her to be shopping for her own props, but with it being so late she didn’t want to ask the studio to go searching for it themselves when she was so close. 

“I’m looking for roses,” she asked the man. “Red ones, I’m only finding yellow and white?”

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@underpressurc​ Based on this plot

Phoebe had learned earlier that day that Parker would be deployed again and she did not like it one bit. She hadn’t said one thing about it during the day but now that they had gotten into bed together, she was wide awake. His arms were wrapped around her and she felt safe. She felt warm and safe. But that was going to change. She would have the bed all to herself again when he would be abroad and it was always the question of how he would return - if he would return at all.

Out of nowhere, Phoebe broke the silence and she turned her head to look at Parker next to her. “Babe? You know I would love to have you back as soon as possible... But you do understand that I don’t care how long you’re gone as long as you return to me, right?”

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imogen has planned this moment about a million times in her head, waiting for her perfect chance to strike. she’s a simple girl in the sense of having crushes on celebrities here and there. and all imogen wanted was to finally get close to her favorite actress of all - reese howell. imogen had to admit that the life of a movie star was something she had always wanted. it was dreamy and glamorous and everything she had ever wanted. imogen was sure to make one hell of an actress if she had ever gotten the chance. however, life would provide imogen a more darker route to embark on. and so, the woman simply decided to project her fantasies and desires on reese herself. and she dreamed of having the chance to meet the actress one day. imogen just simply wanted to be recognized by her idol.

of course, patience is a virtue - imogen had to learn that early on in the beginning stages of her plan. but after several dead bodies later, she finally found herself right where she wanted to. electric blue eyes manage to lock on their intended target and that’s when she goes in for the kill. not literally, of course. she takes on the drunken swagger of nearly everyone else at this overly crowed party, stumbling straight into the blonde while spilling most of the drink in her hand. “oh my god,” she quickly responded, feigning concern, “i am so sorry, i wasn’t even looking where i was going. i didn’t get anything on you, did i?” imogen has to bite down on her lower lip to keep from smiling at being around reese. “look, i really am sorry about it. if it helps, i could buy you another one of those drinks,” she added.

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Frank ran a hand through the back of his head, a small sigh leaving his lips. “ I just don’t get why we have to waste a few hundred bucks, so she can do arts and crafts in the middle of nowhere. I have paint in my house, I have old shitty t-shirts she can ruin. Can’t she just, you know, call a couple of friends and do that instead ? ”

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skyler had just gotten home from college since he had decided to go to one that was a bit far away from where him and his significant other lived at the time. he had a break for a couple months so he figured that he would go ahead and surprise them by not saying anything --- just showing up at the house seemed like a better idea. he managed to get an uber there, flowers he picked up at some random store in one hand as the other had one of his suitcases as well as a backpack filled with a couple more clothes and such. letting out a small sigh before he walked up the small walkway that led to the house. for some reason he was really nervous thinking that maybe they didn’t want to see him yet or maybe they’d be happy who knows. he brought up his large fist to knock on the door, a tiny smile on his lips. ❝ hey babe it’s me. i’m home! ❞ he spoke a bit loudly so he would be heard, maybe he was getting a tiny bit impatient but he could wait.

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@underpressurc here’s cameron the pretty boy for svea // & an arranged marriage. this should be f u n.

damn it. how did he find himself here before saint had? despite the pair being twins, saint was the oldest by at least ten minutes. that should qualify him the one to be married off first seeing that he’d been lined up to do everything else first. jaw tight, his teeth repeatedly sinking into the chewy substance of the gum in his mouth. it’s almost an attempt to calm himself from the growing frustrations. this wasn’t the first time he’d been hearing about the arranged marriage. however, growing closer to signing the contract & being confined to both the terms and ONE woman for the rest of his life was s t i l l nauseating to the blond. maybe that’s why this wasn’t saint’s wedding: the other burns boy was more adamant in his promiscuous unattached lifestyle. where as cameron tried to keep himself to a certain set of three or four women for a while & move on when they’d decided to find someone to settle down with. turning the faucet on & splashing his face with water. this was the first meeting between him & his soon to be bride. first face-to-face meeting, anyway. drying his face & exiting his private bathroom, he grabs a white tee shirt on his way out of his room. ( just so his father doesn’t have a reason to get on him for not pretending to hold some decency. ) he doesn’t pull it on just yet, instead throws it over his shoulder as he moves towards the dining room. an easy grin on his features despite the frustrations picking at him as he comes face to face with the paperwork and his wife. along with his parents and a few other people and their family lawyer. ❝ hello. what a lovely way to meet. ❞ his sarcasm is barely concealed as he takes his seat across from her & ignores his father’s stern look in reply. he would get his frustrations out later in a dark alley in some form of chaos, but right now his parents could deal with his not being the same joker when he’s thrown into this. he doesn’t bother to pull his shirt on, just pulls it down onto his lap instead. ❝ let’s get this on with. ❞ he’s not trying to be disrespectful to the femme, especially given that he was raised differently but his annoyance is higher than usual at the circumstances. ❝ your terms were? ❞ 

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                 '  because i said so.  '  she's content keeping the food to herself regardless of the other's pleads, until their eyes meet. she guesses she can share a little. kendra sucks her teeth, raising the bowl,  '  fine, you can have one bite, but —  seriously, i'm not kidding — just ONE. this shit was expensive.  '