You Wish You Were Us (Hollywood High Romance rp) **Remake**

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Alistair chuckled. "Well, it may delve deeply into the technicalities of science. It is well written, however. You may find it appealing." Looking around at his room, he said, "Posters? Oh, I don't have much room decor, but I still have quite a bit of unpacking left to do. I probably have a poster explaining loop quantum gravity, but I don't find it very useful or informative."

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Benjamin Clay // 17 // Director
Having filmed another panorama shot, this time of the room itself, Benny placed his camera gently on the bed opposite the one he'd picked, so it could film him as he dragged his bags into the room and started to unpack. His clothes - mostly jumpers, t-shirts, and jeans - went neatly in the wardrobe, and his books on his bedside table. Then he carefully started to put up his posters. There were thousands of them, well, at least fifty, all film related. In pride of place, right in the middle of them all, stood his Wes Anderson posters, one for each film and a dozen more with every variation of the poster he could get his hands on.

Andrea Romana // 18 // Chef
Andrea, now relaxing on her bed after a hard morning of being incredibly bored, looked up as Tori entered the room. She smirked a little at the other girl's timidness, before smiling as kindly as she could. Slinking off her bed and stepping closer to Tori, she held out a hand for her to shake, replying in a cool voice, "Hi; I'm Andrea."

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Victoria Rose
Tori looked at Andrea, flinching back slightly as the girl extended her hand for a handshake. She hesitated before accepting the handshake, Tori's grip was surprisingly firm but she didn't meet the other girl's gaze. "I'm Tori." She replied quietly and lifted her head to glance around the room. "What part of the room is mine?" She murmured.

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Andrea Romana // 18 // Chef
"Well, that bed's mine," she replied, pointing to the bed she'd been sitting against. The only signs that she'd claimed it at all were the pajamas and the cookbook resting on the pillow. She turned to point at one of the other beds, saying, "That one's Kat's. So that one," she pointed at the final bed, "Is yours. As for the rest of the room it's kind of ours, I guess, though I've claimed the windowsill." She nodded her head in the direction of the window, the windowsill currently adorned with a cushion at one end and a basil plant at the other.

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Victoria Rose
Tori looked at her bed and nodded to Andrea, "I'll remember that. Thank you." She simply replied and hauled her stuff onto her bed. She had a large duffle bag that she simply set on the floor and pushed under the bed, it looked rather bulky. She then set her suitcase on her bed and began pulling out her clothes and sorting them into outfits.

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Andrea Romana // 18 // Chef
Andrea went back to her own bed, half-watching Tori, but mostly focusing on the cookbook she had in one hand and the sketchpad in the other; she was thinking up and drawing new dishes already.

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Victoria Rose
After Tori was finished sorting everything, she placed the outfits back in her suitcase and laid the suitcase back horizontally under her bed. She reached into the bulky duffle bag and pulled out a book. The cover had a picture of an Indian boy on a boat with a tiger out on the ocean with sharks and fish swimming below. It was The Life of Pie. Tori smiled fondly at the book before looking over at Andrea, "I suppose you're a chef then." She stated quietly.

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Andrea Romana // 18 // Chef
Looking up, she nodded, putting pencil down and replying, "Yup. Or at least, I will be. What you in for?" she asked jokily, guessing that Tori was probably an arty type, either an actual artist or a writer. Most of the people there seemed to be, but Andi supposed Hollywood was the place for that kind of career.

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Victoria Rose
Victoria smiled in amusement before sitting on her bed, "I'm an artist. Mostly in sculpting and creative writing, but I can do painting and sketching and stuff too." She replied, proud of herself for creating a conversation.

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Andrea Romana // 18 // Chef
"You'll fit in well here, then. There's a lot of artistic types about." She held out her sketchpad to show the very rough, rushed sketch of a dessert, "As you can see, I'm not one of those artistic types."