Torn By Fame (Full)

[Ploegy]

♦ Quinton Tremblay ♦ Actor ♦
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♦ 20 ♦ Male ♦ Crush: None ♦ Tagged: Alpha & Keegan ♦

Looking down at the dog, a smile crept onto Quinton's lips and he crouched down to be on Lala's level. He had always had a soft spot for dogs no matter what breed they were. Every time he saw one, he always wanted to greet it even now. It was something that he found hard to get a grip on at times and he often had to be held back. It really was no surprise that he had two of his own now. Lifting a hand, he reached out to pet the dog's head before allowing a soft chuckle to escape his lips. "You're a good girl now aren't ya?" he directed at the dog before rising back to his full height. So both of them had come in by boat. He hadn't even known such was an option when he was booking everything for himself. It probably would have been easier to transport his dogs that way, but oh well.

"Well, I can't say I had to suffer on a boat to get here. I guess I should consider myself lucky," he remarked with a light shrug of his shoulders as he rocked back on his heels. Everything about him showed that he was entirely at ease in his current situation. He was actually a bit surprised by it, but being around his old friends definitely brought him back to an easier time and he felt like he didn't have to have his guard up like he did when paparazzi could be lurking about. "And food does sound good right about now. We could see if some of the others want to come if you think that'd be best."

[Bunny!!]

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lorelei
tags;; no one / open
feeling;; bored
location;; her hutch

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once Lorelei realized no one was going to greet her and decided she was too stubborn to find someone she walked into her hutch. she set her suit case on the bed, unzipping it. she took her clothes out and set them aside for the moment, then grabbed her tooth brush, deodorant, ext, putting it into the bathroom neatly. next was makeup, she arranged it neatly. once that was finished she put her clothes back in then grabbed out her bathing suit, it was a black, frilly, two piece, a bit showy as most of her clothes where. she set it aside for later then finished setting her room up so she'd be comfortable. she put up fairy lights, set out candles, she even brought a few of her own pillows. the room had been nice but now she felt it was nicer, at least for her.
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Elias
tags;; Casimir
feeling;; nervous/happy
location;;

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Elias read that his own nervousness or anxiety could rub off on others so he fixed his stance a little to look more confident. taking his one hand off his luggage which was pilled high behind him, and his other from his shirt, making sure to rest them comfortably at his side. he may not be relaxed but he could act it. to keep himself calm he simply tapped his foot gently. he tried to make eye contact but couldn't hold it, instead looking at the space between his eyes, since no one could ever tell the difference. "i'm glad i can still talk to you." he was genuine with this as he had grown to love talking, but had no one to talk to. "yes, the sky over the ocean is known for its clearness. and your welcome to join me, i have a ton of equipment with me." he noticed the leg, and felt a little bad but other than that it had made no difference to him, nor did it phase him. "im willing to hear whatever you have to say." he said, a soft genuine smile fell across his face. he always meant what he said, he saw no point in wasting time in meaningless words. he smiled more when asked about his books "i've written quite a few actually. he said nonchalantly. he in fact had seen Casimir's channel and watched sometimes, as he had his own channel, mostly ASMR readings of his books or requested ones.

[hysteria.]

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F L O R A
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➢ || female || 21
location; lobby
role; dancer
tags; harper

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➢ Flora screwed up her face in discomfort. The incessant, woodwind music that had been playing in the back of her consciousness for the last 20 minutes still hadn't stopped. With a resigned sigh, the girl rolled onto her side and opened her eyes, only to be faced with her phone, buzzing with her alarm. Immediately Flora sat bolt upright, her dark brown curls a tangled mess about her face. She cursed violently and scrambled out of bed into the shower. Today was supposed to be the big day, the big reunion with all her high school friends. After quickly jumping under the cold water, Flo didn't bother brush her hair, instead throwing it into a ponytail. Of course there was no time for makeup either, all she had time to do was apply lip balm and get dressed. Never the most fashionable, Flora grabbed a pair of full-length black joggers, her pink Adidas trainers and a plain white muscle tank. She looked as if she was headed for the gym rather than a tropical vacation, but there just wasn't time for anything else.

Luckily, she'd had the foresight to pack everything the night before, so all that was left to do was grab her boarding pass, phone and wallet. It was only a few minutes later when she was sitting in the taxi that she realised she'd eaten nothing for breakfast. It'd have to be exorbitantly priced airport food then, she thought dispassionately. The traffic was awful and by the time the taxi pulled up outside the airport, Flora could hear her flight being called over the PA system. She was starting to panic a little, if she didn't make the flight she'd be set back by who knew how long and miss all the first meetings of her high school friends. Determined to be on that plane, Flo hurriedly checked in on her phone, basically threw her suitcase at the baggage check-in and raced to her gate. The last boarding call was blaring over the speakers as Flora rushed up to the desk, boarding pass in hand. Stumbling over apologies for being late she smiled gratefully at the man who scanned her ticket and forced herself not to run down the terminal.

Flora only settled down once the plane's wheels left the tarmac and she could plug in her earphones. The plane ride wasn't awfully long, only a few hours. Her stomach rumbled in protest and she delightedly accepted a bacon and egg muffin from the flight attendant. Her excitement at the prospect of food was extinguished when the 'meal' was set in front of her. Energised from her hectic morning, Flo struggled to sit still for the remainder of the flight, probably annoying the hell out of the businessman seated next to her. Soon enough though, the aircraft touched down. They had arrived. After collecting her suitcase, the girl wove her way out of the airport to hail a cab.

It felt like an eternity later when the driver pulled up at a beautiful beach resort, isolated from all other civilisation apparently. With a slightly skeptical glance at the place, Flo thanked and paid the taxi driver before dragging her case up to the lobby entrance. She stepped inside, promptly confronted with faces from her past. Yep, they were all (mostly) here: Keegan, Casimir, Quinton... to name a few. But the thing that caught her eye was the vending machine standing against one wall. Disregarding the rest of the room, Flo made a beeline for the promise of food. Before she could accomplish this mission however, she realised there was someone already browsing the options. Harper Duggan. Wow, there was someone she hadn't thought about in a while. Harper had always been nice to her, but the age difference and slighlty differing personalities meant they hadn't been the closest. Still, no use dwelling. "Harper? Babe, how've you been!!" Flora greeted her enthusiastically. "It's been so long!"