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[excalibur.]

Ƭσм Ħʋитɛя|18|Ѧαℓɛ
Tom walked 'round the mansion trying to remember every hallway, room and corridor. He then stopped dead looking at a lovely tan wall. He shrugged and made a face at the corridor wall; he then walked on not thinking about anyhting else except the beautiful house. He wandered who he was sharing a room with. Was it somebody he knew? He didn't have a bloomin' clue of what was going to happen here. He knew he had a fresh start of a new life ahead of him. I just depended on who it was.
He carried on down the corridor and came to his room. He opened the door. He was gobsmacked on how amazing the room was. The kitchen, the bathroom. He looked out the window to see a huge pool outside. Outside! Outside! He thought. He had never been in heaven like this before. This was a new experience for him. He walked into the room and set his guitar and suitcase on his bed. He went back out and saw a piano. He loved this place. His two favorite things. Guitar and Piano. This was all a dream.
He opened his guitar case and then sat down. He played some random chords before going into an actual song. He played all the songs of the years from the 1950's to the 21st century.
His mother was right. She said it would be a great experience for him to come here and he enjoyed it. the problem was, he was Irish. He knew he didn't fit in; he had to try.

[picallily]

Callie Johnson<3 17

“Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.”

Callie stepped out of the taxi onto the gravel path, which lead up to the mansion. She had butterflies in her stomach, bouncing off the walls in her lower intestine. She took a deep breathe in and got out her beige and pink suitcase, which contained her clothes, they were reasonably fashionable. Callie started to walk up the path but realised she had left her handbaggage in the car seat. She turned back an knoced on the car window, apoligising collecting her bags. She smiled and tipped the taxi driver, that was her good deed for the day! Callie walked up the steps to the mansion and walked into the main room. It was magnificent, a chandelier and huge steps. She shrugged and pulled her suitcase and bags up the steps. She didn't realise how heavy her bag was until she had lifted it up. Callie sighed and continued to struggle up the stairs alone.

[intriguing]

E l l a J e a n P e g g y ❝ On my last night on earth, I'd pay a high price,
To have no regrets and be done with my life ❞

[action;walking&crying] [location;mary's home for teens] [with; none at the mo] [crush;none]

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, though she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, Ella found herself doing just that. Crying, and hugging, and not bearing to leave. She kenw Shaun and Matt would take care of eahc other but she didn't want to leave them, either of them. Shaun may be her dirty little pig of a brother, but she loved him, whole-heartedly and deeply, no matter whwther she liked him or not. But her dad, oh she couldn't bear not to see him, it would be dreadful. He was all she'd had for a good long time and she didn't want to lose him. "Oh come little Peg, you're going to just fine here," he said comfortingly into her ear. He was holding her, hugging her as she cried into him, gentle sobs that were causing her throat to close up. She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue, looking up at him, her lashes framed with teardrops. "You'll skype me, and email, and I'll call and write," she said, her round face breaking into a smile, the tears drying as she sniffed and wiped her face again. Thank goodness she didn't wear mascara, it'd be everywhere by now. Even this little thought amused her. "For sure little Peg," he said, using his nickname for her. "Love you big Peg, I love you daddy," she said, retiring into his arms again, this time with a beaming smile all ove rher face. He grinned back, knowing she'd be just fine here, "I love you too Ella, now go, Shaun says he'll ring you tonight, and I'm on Skype duty, so you go enjoy yourself, we're always here if you need us," he said and squeezed his daughter reassuringly. She hugged him tight then they broke apart. "Love you dad," she called after him as he got into the car, "Love you little Peg!" she heard him call back. And with that he drove away, constantly waving from the widnow until he was out of sight.

With a sigh she picked her suitcases up from the stone path and turned to take in the building. "Well I'll be," she said in awe to herself with a little shake of her head, she slung her guitar case and satchel over her shoulder, her suitcase and ukulele bag in her hands. Ther would be no reason to worry whilst she was here, she'd be safe and she'd be cared for and so would dad back home. She smiled and pulled her phone out from her pocket, her lock screen was a photo of her mother and her making friendship bracelets when she was young. Ella smiled. I love you Mum, Everythings going to be fine now, she thought and looked to the sky, putting her phone away absent-mindedly. Even if there was no heaven she just hoped no matter what happened her mother was happy. She rearranged the bags on her shoulders and picked up the suitcases again. She wasn't weak but after she'd packed all her necesseties the bag was heavy. She hadn't even known if they'd give her a toothbrush or towel, everything was pakced. She pulled her things into the lobby and had a look around inside...

[excalibur.]

Ƭσм Ħʋитɛя
Tom started to sing with his guitar as he got utterly bored. He sung quiet but full. "Going back to the corner where I first saw you gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move." He then stopped. "I'm sick of you telling me to get dressed as if I'm the man you've got to impress." He stopped and laughed. He stopped and walked around. He walked past Callie and then stopped. He looked back at her and then carried on walking forwards.

[picallily]

Callie Johnson<3 17

“Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.”

Callie manged to complete her first task, getting up into the hallway to make her journey to her new room. Room 3, She didn't know what to expect of it. What colour it was it going to be? Will she have to share a room? As the thoughts rushed through her head she sighed. Callie noticed a boy with blonde hair, as he walked past her she followed his head with her brown eyes watching him, As her hair flicked round when her head moved she felt a buzzing in her pocket pulling her back into reality when people go up to talk to one another, not stare. It was her friends she dropped her phone back into her pocket and slowly made her way up to her room. As she walked through the magnificent hallways she came to the room, her new room. She used the key that she had been given to get in. Opening into a room with style and the teenagers example of elegant without looking too old. Callie rushed onto the bed next to the window, It reminded her of the time she slept at her friends and they had to 'not fall in the shark infested custard' She layed her things out onto the bed and started unpacking into the draws which where beside her bed. Callie picked out her song sheets and hid them under her pillow, but her favourite one she kept in her handbag at all times. No matter what. Callie sat on her bed and put her mp3 player on, with headphones in ears she made her way outside her room and began to wander around the mansion, admiring its furniture and style.

[intriguing]

E l l a J e a n P e g g y ❝ On my last night on earth, I'd pay a high price,
To have no regrets and be done with my life ❞

[action;exploring] [location;mary's home for teens] [with;tom] [crush;none]

Ella wandered where her room was in this place, it was huge, expansive, and she'd heard there was a pool, in comparison to all of that, she didn't know how she'd ever begin searching for something as small and insignificant as her bedroom. Apparently she'd be sharing here, it wasn't like it was her first time, for a few years she'd had to share with her brother, but her dad had got a job now as an architect and slowly their lives were rebuilding. She put all her bags down by the door all bar her satchel and gig bag, preferring to keep those on her person. She made sure the luggage was named before she left it there then rearranged her top. She felt so self-conscious in this place, it was huge, looming almost and she felt so small and unimportant. She fixed her red one-shoulder jumper and rearranged the strap of the tank top underneath. With a deep breath in and another, calmer, out, she walked away from the main hall and through the corridors, glancing at the decor as she did so.

After a few moments of exploring she heard a singing voice reaching her ears, it could be a CD but she doubted it, maybe she wouldn't be the only musical person in this house after all. She refluffed her messy bun and walked towards the voice, following it with her ears, "Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand," she finished for him, whomever r wherever he was. Her singing was unlike his, or Danny's, the lead of The Script. No, her voice was different, it had that sort of warm, almost campfire vibe, with a folksy undertone, it wasn't high nor low, a mid alto with an almost husky, or rusty sort of edge to it. Maybe not to everyone's taste but certainly not unpleasant. She let her voice carry through the corridors, enjoying the almost echoey feel of the place, she was settling in already, it was wonderful. Eventually, after she'd navigate her way through the halls she found the singer, Tom. well she didn't know if her really was a singer, but he sang, so it was good enough for her. "Y'alright there hun? You new here too?" she asked, she wasn't going to put on same facade for the sake of new acquaintances, 'Y'alright there hun' was standard greeting and no-one should expect any different whether she'd just met them or not. "I'm Ella Peggy, and you? Oh, liked the song choice by the way," she said with a kind smile.

[QueenofDragons]

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If one was observing the front of the elegant mansion, it was possible that they would have noticed a small silver Toyota among the crowd of people who were arriving at the same time. Standing beside the car were two figures; one a thin redheaded girl of seventeen, clad in ripped blue jeans paired with a gray-and-neon tee-shirt and a black jacket. The other was clearly her mother; she sported the same Irish skin and red-gold curls, though hers were peppered with gray hairs.

The younger of the two lifted a large messenger bag, hooking it over one shoulder. She flicked a long strand of hair out of her eyes, which were a vibrant shade of electric blue. "You'll be fine, right?" she asked her mother, biting her lower lip. "You'll take care of the bills and make sure to buy groceries and everything?"

"Yes, Jem," her mother said, smiling a bit. "I'll be fine. You go on--go meet everyone else. Don't worry about me."

Jem nodded slowly, not entirely convinced, but grabbed her suitcases and turned towards the mansion. "I love you," she said over her shoulder before heading up the stone path.

[pixiie]

{ Will pretty up my post later guys. }

As Danny pulled his suitcase up the driveway, he couldn't help but stare at the insanely exquisite mansion that stood before him. The eighteen year old froze in spot as his eyes scanned around the grounds. He noticed a few other people arriving, especially one girl who was also walking up the path. Danny carefully observed the fair redhead before looking back at the mansion. He pushed some of his fringe from his eyes before tugging at his black green day hoodie. The hood was up, resting peacefully on the top of Danny's black hair; and the zip was done up fully, therefore the green gas mask and the words 'GREEN DAY' were clearly visible. Danny looked back at the girl he noticed earlier, also realising she was by herself too. He debated whether to go over to talk to her.

[QueenofDragons]

Ĵɛм Ƙιииιcκ

Jem was in awe, staring at the building. It was gorgeous--and she was to live there. She arched her brows, taking everything in. After a moment, she adjusted the strap of her bag and walked forward, slowly. She scanned the grounds as she walked, letting out a soft, appreciative whistle. She noticed a few other people around, one boy in particular. He wore a Green Day hoodie--one that Jem found herself wishing she had. There was a moment where she wondered where he could have gotten it before she approached him. Her mother had told her to make friends, hadn't she?

Twisting a purple-tipped finger around a strand of hair, she stopped beside him. "This place is huge," she commented, smirking. "What do you think the inside is like?"

[pixiie]

ｄａｎｎｙ ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ }

Danny was looking up at the building and wanting to go in, before he heard a voice from the side of him. He turned on the back of his heel and saw the girl had decided to come to him. He nodded in agreement, shaking some of his hair from his face yet again. He looked over at the building before his deep, husky voice replied; "Grand. Expensive. Ridiculously easy to break things." His eyes scanned over the building before his neck began to ache. He turned back to face the girl before speaking up again, "Danny." and nodding his head to his own voice.