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Chloe Grace groaned inwardly at Jay's announcement, burying her face in the pillow. Not even fifteen minutes since their first kiss, and now everyone in the house knew something was going on between Chloe Grace Moretz and James Franco. She wondered for a moment whether it was Selena or Channing that started spreading the word around first; knowing both of them well enough to suspect them. Either way, it didn’t matter; everyone knew and she would just have to get over it.

She had nothing to say to Selena's complaints about James. In truth, Chloe Grace knew most of it was true. Rich, definitely. Stupid, but only sometimes. Prissy? Well, that could be mistaken for his OCD, but was also a little bit true. But the not being cute thing? She smirked. Not even close. She untangled herself from the blankets after James ran off, smiling at Selena. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go run the Kingdom of Franco for my boyfriend," she said, rolling her eyes.

She crept down the stairs quietly, observing the scene playing out before her. It occurred to her that perhaps James wasn't the best leader, especially when he was wasted, but it didn't really matter at the moment. Jay seemed to be the problem. She only knew him a little, but, what with a talent of being able to read people, it was obvious to her that he was a little panicked. She finished the last few steps and came up to him, putting a calming hand on his shoulder, ignoring the cat. Wait, why was there a cat in James' house? She shook the thought from her mind.

"Jay, everything's gonna to be as okay as we can make it," she said, trying to calm him down as she would one of her paranoid brothers, and in her stress her Southern accent began to break through. Her mind began swinging into survival mode, going over the things her brothers instructed her on before 2012. She wished they were there now; they would've already had this group shaped into soldiers. She took a breath. If James wanted her as second-in-charge, then that's what she would do. "The world might be endin' out there, but it's gonna be fine. The food's basically under control, right? Channing, go find Emma, please. James, you go gather up all the bottles of booze," she said, turning to him with a slightly apologetic smile, though she hardly felt it. "Then dump 'em all out. Rinse 'em out, fill 'em up with water. Jack, would you please accompany him?"

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Channing growled out his irritation and hostile hunger. Everybody was devouring his sandwich! He grabbed at it, being a good 50 pounds of muscle and 6 feet tall, but all he could grasp was mustardy slices of bread. The meat flew, smacking straight into Emma's shirt. "Hah!" he gloated, irritation boiling in his reddened cheeks. "Serves you all right, going after my sandwich! I'm the hungry one here! You guys are just trying to make my life miserable." But even so, without the meat, it was good enough, so he quickly stuffed what was left of the two pieces of bread into his mouth like a chipmunk afraid that his friends would steal his goodies. Well, he wouldn't call everybody here his friends -- particularly Jay, Emma, Chloe, James, Jack, Selena, or Taylor. Then it occurred to him that that was everybody, excluding Amanda. He swallowed, pounding a fist on his chest to get it down. "Alright," he said, shaking his head clear. He was still trying to get over the hangover, and what with everybody coming and going, he was getting more and more confused.

He decided to focus on Mrs. Claws, to whom Jay declared of rabies. He didn't doubt it: Mrs. Claws had a knack of killing and eating the ladies when he brought them over to his apartment. But even so, he noted out her ears flattened out, her eyes narrowed and she crouched low. She was going to attack Jay. Well. At least there would be one less mouth to feed, much less a loud, obnoxious, demanding mouth. The moment before the attack, though, an angel appeared. Of course, this angel was not seen to anybody else. Looking back on the time, Channing figured either the drinking side affects were still rolling or there really had been an angel. But Johnny Depp as an angel? Really? "Don't harm him, Channing." Depp-Angel said, strumming an harp. "Not yet anyway. If anybody tries to eat your sandwich again, it was by God's Will and you are allowed to kill them." The Depp-Angel poofed and Channing was left alone, speechless and blinking over and over. Then Mrs. Claws' growling hit him and he raced forward, scooping up the vicious kitty. "Oh, don't you worry, baby," he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her soft fur. Almost instantly, the cat stopped her threatening gestures toward Jay and snuggled close to Channing, purring with delight. "Nobody's gonna hurt you. Scratch their eyes out, baby. That's right." After a moment of this, he finally put the cat on his shoulder, where she sat, content, and walked into the other room to see what kind of game they were playing.

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Emma's face distorted in what was part scowl and part a miserable expression. Sighing, she peeled away cheesy ham and mustard from her shirt. Well. That was ruined. "You all really do try to thwart me, don't you?" She shook her read hair behind her face, as her fingers were dripping with mustard, to which Channing paused from his snuggle with his cat. "Are you dancing?" He asked, suddenly surprised.
"Yeah,"She said dully. Why not go along? The guy had an hang over and her friend Jay was off being a lunatic. Not like he could really do anything in the moment either. "I've been practicing for America's Got Talent. It goes like this."She swung her head exaggeratedly to one side, threw a leg out in front of her and bent back low, to which she shook her hip. Then she stopped, straightened and gave a awe-struck Channing a polite nod. "Excuse me." She turned and shouted, "Jay! I think I'm going to kill you after I kill everybody else 'cause this life I'm living is suddenly too boring!" That was an obvious joke, due to the fact that he was panicking.

She sighed, her shoulder sagging as she groaned, inwardly, making her way to the quiet library room. There she took off her shirt... and realized, for the first time, she hadn't brought any extra clothes. Emma cursed, loudly. And all of these other L.A. girls had a two sizes too small for her. Not that she was fat: She was just... well, not starving herself. "If I want a pizza, I will be sure to eat a pizza." She mumbled angrily. Emma peeked her head out the door and called out to whoever was listening, "Is there any female with an size bigger than L.A?" She glanced down at her shirt tag. "Medium size in shirts?" She waited, feeling suddenly cold in her bra. "Hello?" She called out. "Are you all passed out drunk in there? C'mon! The girl's in need!"

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amanda had just sat down when suddenly the host of this 'lovely' party came racing down the large staircase. he barked out some general instructions, including searching for some food to supply the very depleting source and to look for water containers. she watched with a blank face as jay, someone she had come to realize, was a little bit off his rocker, yelled about everyone being crazy, a thought that ran through the blonde's head only a few minuets ago. suddenly chloe grace entered and started dolling out chores to almost every person in the room except amanda. the newly found power chloe grace had was kind of frightening, especially considering the fact that the only time amanda had talked to the girl, she was kind and polite. now here she was directing the group of stars as if she actually knew what she was doing. and maybe she did, how would amanda know? the orders seemed to make sense, and she certainly wasn't going to question them.

channing entered the room, and jack left to follow his 'orders'. she briefly heard emma yell and than scurry upstairs, asking for a medium sized shirt. amanda hadn't planned on spending the night, so she literally only has the clothes on her back (which was just her torn up dress) and her pair of black heels. the red head could always wear one of james's shirts, though it would be big on her. beggers can't be choosers, right? she suddenly realized that she would be needing clothes soon as well, this dress wasn't exactly practical. selena click-clacked her way into the kitchen, somehow looking great despite the circumstances. the blonde felt like she wasn't contributing anything, as even selena, the youngest in the group waltzed through and started helping with the water supply. deciding that she would rather get up and help someone than sit around and do nothing, she stood and walked to the stair case.

heading up the stairs, amanda realized that she wasn't going to be a great help here. out of her family jenn was always so much better at handling things during crises. she always had jenn to protect her, and now where was she? was she at their shared apartment? at home with their parents? with her band? her head clouded with thoughts as she made her way up the stairs, following emma's voice. when she finally made it to the door the red head was standing in, amanda smiled weakly and said, "I don't have any spare shirts, but I'm sure there has to be some up here." she looked down the hallway, and making her way to the open door, peeked her head inside. the bed was unmade and pillows thrown on the ground. she couldn't help but giggle to herself, franco and chloe grace? it was such a strange thought. she made her way over to the closet and opened it quickly, it was large, surprisingly, and amanda felt her fingers run over the many fabrics like she had done so many times in her own closet. browsing for the smallest shirt possible, she finally pulled out a gray graphic tee with some old bands design on it. it was a medium, in guys, so probably like a large in girls? she pulled the shirt off of it's hanger and turned to head back to emma.

bringing the large shirt back to the red head, she handed it over and mumbled something about it being the only thing she could find.

tags: jay, chloe grace, jack, selena, channing[thoughts] & emma[speech]

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It was surprising what a girl like Chloe Grace could do to get a group moving. Even up here, Emma could hear things being ordered out. But she had to admit it: the girl was only being smart. It wasn't like staying drunk would get anything done. Emma casually leaned across the wall, tapping her sneakers on the wood floor as she patiently waited. Just as she was about to close the door and shrug back into her old, dirty shirt, she saw Amanda coming up. Okay, so Emma wasn't entirely bought on Amanda: She had seen a lot of her movies, and the chick wasn't a bad actress. But what she had imagined her on screen and off screen was completely different. She was surprised, though, that Amanda even cared enough to do something. Well. Maybe Amanda wasn't the type of person Emma had first imagined her. "Oh... thanks, Amanda." She said as she carefully took the shirt. She slipped it on and, pulling her red hair into a pony tail, hesitated. "I really liked your whole getup at the party." She said, grinning. "I was going to go for stiletto heels, but I figured Katniss was going to wear those while she shot Franco in the face."


She winked, and playfully nudged the other girl in the shoulder. "C'mon," she opened the door and began to playfully trot down the stairs. Alright. Well. Amanda was definitely cooler than she had expected. But James Franco was another conversation entirely. Downstairs, she entered the living room where apparently Josh and Jack were going to play cards. "Hey. Where's Mr. Oz Great and Powerful? We need to discuss living situations and food rationing."

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amanda chuckled as emma continued to joke around, and she wondered for a moment if the comedic actress was always like this. she seemed like a very bright personality, and amanda didn't actually mind it. she followed the red head down the stairs, though maneuvering down them slowly versus practically jumping, as tripping and falling wasn't exactly something she wanted to do at the moment and in these shoes, it would be guaranteed. when they reached the living room, emma started taking command again, trying to get control of the living arrangements or something. moving to the kitchen, amanda saw selena emptying out all of the soda and milk containers. for a moment, she wondered why that was happening. why didn't they just drink all of the soda and booze and than fill them up with water? her priorities matched those of a child, but she could really go for a nice glass of red wine right now. moving her hand to her forehead, amanda smirked as jack goofed around like his usual charismatic self. she wasn't really sure what to do, a feeling that's been occupying her body since this whole thing started. channing was still in the room where the card game was to be held, so she decided to go see what he was up to.

when she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the cat. it was perched on his shoulder and her mind backtracked to earlier, when he had acted like the animal was going to kill everyone in the room. "hey," she said, and took a seat in front of the deck. the blonde began shuffling the cards absentmindedly, when she suddenly looked up at the hung over channing, "why'd you bring that thing here anyway?" the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, and afterwards the she thought that might be perceived as rude. she hoped he was to hung over to notice.

tags: emma, selena[thoughts] & channing[speech]

[I'm kind of all over the place right now, sorry hahah c:

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"Stay calm.... stay calm"

xxxxx Jay Baruchel stopped glaring at the cat and Channing Tatum. When he heard Channing remark to Emma about stealing the sandwich Jay almost laughed at how helpless the man was without food. So much for G.I Joe movies him being a tough one and all. He turned his head seeing Emma walk away. It was true thought. You don't take a mans sandwich. Figure everyone here were helpless cases he looked over at Selena glad she was somewhat thinking. "Yeah sure Ill take some food before they eat it all in the first night." he walked over to the fridge steering clear of the cat and Channing and opened up. He figured the ones that didn't chow on a sandwich could have some. "Amanda! Chloe! Jack Josh!" he yelled down to everyone and wondered if James was going to step it up. it just surprised him how much people didn't realize what was going on. Some where scared, needing a friend for comfort, trying to make fun of the bad situation and he was just panicking. Once something gets told to him he acts fast until the problems solved. looks like that's going to be bad for an apocalypse.

When his attention turned to James he was happy the guy was on track and he managed a smile. "Yeah I am good sorry." he looked in the fridge. "So Franco its your house your call." he said pointing to the food. "and if you don't want to share I can take a scout outside and see if there's any place to search for food. Of course Channing's place is near by I can just raid his fridge." Jay knew Channing lived near by so he had to make the joke and he started to wonder if anyone else would realize it was a joke so to make sure he muttered a little word. "Joking" then stepped back to let the host take over. walking into the living room he saw Amanda and Emma. Then Jack and Josh were playing cards. Oddly enough Jay just realized how many 'J' names there was. "Jay, Jack Josh.." he muttered to himself counting with his fingers. "Jennifer and James... am I forgetting anyone?" he wondered as he looked up and walked over to Emma. "Hey you want to go with me just to peek outside to see what its like? maybe were all good now."


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Channing looked up at Amanda, his fingers gently stroking Mrs. Claws' fur. He blew out a long breath, momentarily thinking. "Well. She doesn't like staying home and watching the kittens that much. So I guess I was being nice when I came to the party, bringing my gal along." He joked. He turned serious again and watched Amanda's face closely. "How are you holding up?" He asked. Being friends for over a year, he had kind of gotten used to asking and being asked how the other was. It was like they were paired, bonded in some weird L.A. way in which friendship was hard to come by. Well, in L.A., it was: everybody back stabbed the other by sleeping with somebody's else's spouse. It was sad, but it was also the truth. And he guessed that Amanda and him just kind of clicked.

He paused, suddenly woozy and sick. "I think the hang over is beginning to finally wear off," he mumbled. He took a seat, scooping up Mrs. Claws and setting her down on the ground, to her disapproval. He hissed back, the attempt failing miserably, only to be flicked in the face with a tail. The cat pranced off then, looking over her feline shoulders to give Amanda one last dark look before she escaped to some quiet place in James Franco's house. Channing smiled politely, trying hard not to sway in his seat.

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Emma was chewing on her thumbnail, like a child sucking her thumb. Lost in deep thought as she leaned against the wall, she hadn't even realized Jay was there. Her raised a goofy eyebrow. "'Sup?" She joked with her friend. How long had they known each other? Four, five years? Long enough to know that in situations like these, it was best not to play the funny chick. She dropped her swaggering, humorous tone. He mentioned going outside and Emma couldn't help but think that there was a propable case out there. Well, Jay himself was a case. And although he came to the person to propose this daring adventure, she couldn't help but feel slightly put off. This wasn't how the world was supposed to end: they were supposed to all stay strong and steady toward the end. Not go get drunk and fall apart.

Emma bobbed her head once and furtively made her way to the front door. She peeked through the curtain, though that was fruitless because the windows had been boarded up. Even so, there was a small hole to which Emma bent, peering outside. All she could see was a bright color. Perhaps flames. "I don't know, Jay..." she said. Her face softened, though, looking over her shoulder at him. "You're trying. I know. We all want this to be over, and to survive it." She paused. "But right now, all we can do is wait." She then smiled, her teasing and friend-provocative smile, the one she knew drove everybody crazy. "Who knows? Cannibals might barge in here any second and eat James Franco's liver." She winked and nudged her shoulder against his in a playful matter. Why not loosen him up a bit? He was a train wreck. Then she turned serious again. "I'll go see how much food we have, I guess. Keep you from worrying that you're the only one doing something important."



[[ edited: Sorry, I can't just do this anymore. My sister, ash., has been complaining to me how Channing Tatum is a serious, polite guy. I'm a comedian at heart, so will it be okay if I try to stay charming while being funny with Channing? Because, my post above is really boring.]]

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hearing jay call out her name, amanda halfheartedly glanced into the kitchen to see what he wanted. he quickly squirmed away from the situation, and deciding that he was going a little too crazy to be any good, turned her gray eyes back on channing. he gave a simple explanation about the cat not wanting to be alone, and she got that... but come on. who brings an animal to james franco's house? she had known the guy since their work on dear john, but had never seen the 'tough' guy with an animal before. she let out a long, tedious breath and smirked before answering his suddenly serious question. "you know, I've been better.. but nothing compares to this view." she said sarcastically, her long thin arm motioning to a boarded up window. the house had been very beautiful before, and she was thrilled to be at the party in the beginning. but now it was hideous, and she was just finally getting back to her usual sassy self.

normally, the blonde was spunky and full of life, not to mention a hopeless romantic. but since she had woken up, that side of her was replaced with a desperate and lost one. mostly because she felt very alone and like she didn't know anyone here. which was true, aside from jack and channing (kind of) all of the people here were strangers. she was mid-thought when chan grumbled and than muttered something about his hangover. the boy tried to look okay but it was so obvious he wasn't. she giggled to herself before saying "do you know how to play?", a smirk was still perched on her lips as she looked at channing for an answer. it was better to play cards than try to act like everything was okay. besides, jack had skipped out to go empty vodka bottles in the kitchen.

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[and if you're talking to me, I don't care hahah. and if you're not whoops cx

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Channing attempted to raised an eyebrow, but, the dolt he was while under intoxication, rose both eyebrows. "Oh." He hesitated, glancing up at the boarded windows. "Well... I think it's better than that view." He nodded toward a love-sick, half-drunk James Franco. The guy was all wizardy, he knew, but he was also completely out of in control: just 'cause the guy had Oz powers did not make him in control. Even if this house was his.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position, attempting to look steady. He felt like he could hurl any minute, but in an attempt to trick his mind, he focused on Amanda's pretty face. "What are we playing? Because I can play some big bad rummy." He asked, pulling off his shirt to dab at his sweaty forehead. Man, was it getting hot in here or what? He felt abruptly weak and his stomach churned. "Wait!" He cried, raising a fist in the air. He stayed like that for several painfully long seconds, until finally, he announced, "I think... I think I'm throw up."

Alright, so, Channing Tatum wasn't exactly your perfect guy when intoxicated. But, in some sort of explainable way, he had always been like that. Always a little dingy, but in a super smart way. If that made any sense. Channing rose to his feet, one hand flat across his abs and the other a fist at his mouth. His eyes bugged, and, in miserable attempt to not spew, he swallowed it all down. "Okay, I'm better." He waited. Then he threw up all over James' Franco's rug. Dimly, he realized that, on the sunny side of their vacation, he had somehow managed to not throw up on Amanda Seyfried.

[[ I am invigorating once you get to know me. ]]

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xxxxx Jay Baruchel sighed looking around. He heard Emma reject his question and he sighed sitting on the couch. If they were going to get help they would have gotten it by now. He opened his mouth to respond but she was already gone looking at the food. "Franco is looking at the food right now.." he mumbled to himself knowing as soon as she walks into the kitchen he will be looking at it. Why would she want to look at someone else's fridge he had no reason why. Jay stood up and sighed turning around and walking over to Jack and Josh. He never really got along with guys or girls to think of it but he should try to get along with someone. "Hey you got room for another person?" he asked wondering if they would let him in. From Josh's movies and Jacks videos with his brother they must be nice. At least it seems that way.

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