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amanda chuckled as channing tried to keep up his normal confident and funny self, but just looked pretty silly. he nodded to franco and said something about the site being worse than the windows, amanda couldn't help but disagree. if she was one thing, it was a romantic. and if franco and chloe grace could make it work during a time where we were dumping out booze, than anyone could. she smiled to herself, zoning out a little bit. her attention was brought back to channing when he started mumbling about rummy and than suddenly tossed his lunch. all over the carpet. the blonde jumped up in surprise, "oh my god!" she exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust. he really was a sloppy drunk. she looked around quickly, for something to clean up the mess, but than realized the bigger mess at the moment was channing. she put her hand to her nose and closed her eyes. this was how she would prove that she could do something. maybe she wasn't incredibly smart, or strong, or charismatic. and maybe she was a little dependent, but whatever. she could be domestic, right? moving to the shirtless mess of a boy, amanda took his hand and guided him away from his own mess, she sat him down on the other side of the room. the only thing that could be worse, was if he slipped in it. or if she slipped in it.

"franco!" she called out sharply, only afterwards realizing he probably wouldn't be that much of a help. as she waited for the host to appear, she thought he was in the kitchen but wasn't one hundred percent sure, she looked around for something to throw on the carpet. the smell was strong, and people were bound to start complaining any minuet. her mind told her to take him to the bathroom, where there would be towels and a tub, but she doubted he would make the trip up the stairs. she didn't remember if there was a bathroom down stairs, and really wished she did. moving to grab the shirt he had torn of moments ago, she was glad he had missed it with his projectile vomit. the blonde crouched down next to channing, placing a hand on his forehead gingerly. he was warm, but it was probably from the alcohol. was that a thing? did people get flushed when the drank? amanda knew she did, but that might just be her. she used the shirt to wipe of whatever throw up that landed on him, her face in a disgusted twist the whole time. "I'm not very good at this," she told the drunk quietly, and looking him in the eyes said "and you're not really helping." her expression was relaxing, despite the growing smell, and she couldn't help but crack a weak smile when she looked at him. he was pathetic, and it was kind of funny. it would have been hilarious, under different circumstances.

tags: chloe grace[thoughts] & channing, james[speech]

[norm]

(I'll post when I get home from school. I play James.)

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Channing Tatum was known to charm the ladies. To pull a few laughs from his friends and be light, energetic. But not this. Not to become a complete disastrous alcoholic after a few great films; not to ruin his L.A. career.

His mind twisted into an intricate maze of traps and thoughts, floating at random. Something about home, his grandparents. That the world was ending outside. That it might be ending here, too, deep in his heart. It made his head hurt, thinking too hard, so he stopped. Sighing, Channing slowly rose to his feet, both thankful and feeling disgraced that his feminine friend had to take care of him. Like he was a child, and maybe, just maybe, he was in a way. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut. The light blinded him, stabbing deep into the back of his head with sheer cruelty. He squinted through one eye, his palm pressed against his temple. He stared at Amanda, who's face crumpled into disgust. His taut shoulder slacked. "Mandy..."

Mrs. Claws then peered around the couch. She was staring darkly at Channing. He glanced at the feline, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, Mrs. Claws set a silent paw out from her hiding spot. Then another. She paused, her back arching, waiting for an attack. He didn't move. Then she strolled over, her shiny black tail swishing. Her ears pricked as she lowered her head and... Channing had the sharp impulse to throw up all over again, because he kissed that cat! What else had she been eating behind his back!? "You're taste for food is revolting, Claws!" But this was the prime moment! He could capture the cat! Quickly, he bent down and rolled up the mat before the cat could realize was happening. "Quick!" He mumbled to himself, charging off to the closet. He nudged the door open with his boot and tossed the mat in there. From within, there was a hiss of fury. "Sorry, Claws," he said, shrugging weakly as he closed the door. He then turned, leaning his back against it as he sunk down to the floor, his hands pressed against his eyes. Oh, how his head hurt... "Well," he said dryly. He yawned. "At least we'll be okay now the cat's out of the picture. There will be no man-eating feline."

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Emma made her way back to the kitchen, a strange guilt poking at her. Was it because she had denied Jay's suggestion that the world wasn't ending out there? Well, she guessed it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities. But Jay had been her friend for a couple years now and she didn't exactly take things he said lightly. She sauntered in, grabbing a half-emptied water bottle on the counter top and unscrewing the lid. What Jay had said about "sharing diseases" during Channing's "sandwich buffet" made her grin, a stupid and foolish grin that almost made her choke while she drank. The thing was, Emma wasn't a girly girl, so she guessed she kind of tried to show it off. Not that she hated pink or was against clothing. She was just the kind of person to be called a friend.

But it did get her thinking. What if it was all over out there? How long had they been in here? She peered around the corner and into the living room, where Channing had puked and they were still attempting to play cards. She made an dry smile, even though she knew nobody saw it. Then rubbing her sweaty neck with her palm, she turned her attention back to the door. It stared her in the face, like a guilty child who ate the cookie. "Don't eat the cookie, Em." She said aloud. "Don't..." she turned away, looking at the food supplies and began to count what they had.

Seven cases of water bottles, including the dumped out beer bottles. What's outside? Roasted chicken, left over from the party. What if it's okay? Crackers... she looked up, biting her lip. "Great." She said to herself, dryly. "You ate the cookie. You just had to suggest that, Jay." She scowled, pounding a fist quietly against the counter top. How he had provoked this nonsense! [color=#Bf0000"I'm going to kill you." She turned, running to the door as she pulled on a jacket.

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Upstairs there were two bathrooms, not to Chloe Grace's surprise; James had a knack for the excessive. Her eyes rose to the ceiling in a silent prayer of thanks that the room had a bathtub rather than a shower unit. A decent sized bathtub at that; holding at least sixty gallons. She was thankful that the house was brand-spanking-new, because she was not in the mood for cleaning the tub. It was as simple as plugging it, turning on the water, and watching the transparent liquid begin to occupy the empty space in the tub. She smiled, proud that her brothers were paranoid enough to take Y2K and 2012 seriously, learn a few tricks, and pass them on to her. At that point in her life, it most likely meant the difference between her life and death.

She sat on the edge of the pristine tub, listening to the soothing sound of rushing water. Almost like a river, but not quite. The sounds in the rest of the house were drowned out, leaving Chloe Grace alone with her thoughts, trying to figure out what her brothers would have been doing. She began ticking things off on her fingers. The water supply was well underway and that was probably the most important thing. Food would be sparse and would definitely have to be rationed. The power would go out inevitably and the house would be in total darkness. As far as she knew, there was not a flash light or candle in the whole house. She knew James had to have at least four lighters in this house with as much as that guy smoked, and she had one in her purse but for a different reason. Water. Food. Power. What else was she missing? Suddenly surviving felt a whole lot harder than how she had imagined.

She had forgotten all about the tub of water just behind her until she felt the cold water on her thigh, just beginning to spill over onto the tiled floor. She shut off the water, her ears ringing in the quiet left behind. After retrieving her boots and jacket from James’ room, Chloe Grace made her way down the stairs, taking in the scene. Jay seemed to be a little more at ease, sitting down to play cards with Josh and Jack. She rolled her eyes to herself; he had been in hysterics not too long ago over everybody’s idleness and there he was playing cards. Jack was turned away from her, but she could see Josh all too well. The poor guy looked terrified, trying to keep his eyes on the ground rather than her. She felt a sense of pride.

And then Emma caught her eye. Pulling on her jacket and making her way to the door. Like she was going to leave. It took Chloe Grace a moment to process that as she stood there, blinking. Was she insane or a genius? At times, especially when it came to James, there was little or no line between the two. The question was if there was one here or not. "Uh, Emma..." she began, but the words fail for a moment. "Emma, where are you going?"

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Josh nodded up at Jay, beginning to shuffle the cards that Amanda had left behind when she joined Channing. His mind buzzed with everything that was going on around him. Living through the apocalypse trapped in a house with eleven other big-time stars of his generation, all of whom he had never felt entirely comfortable around except maybe Channing, had made him the slightest bit nervous.

And then Chloe Grace came down the stairs, looking around the living room. He tried to look away quickly enough, but he knew that she knew he was looking at her. She scared him, to be honest. She'd had him scared senseless every time she was in a room with a deck of cards ever since the time they met over a game of poker. He knew he would never forget her, especially after she cleaned up with nearly $500,000. Petty money to some people, but for humble people that didn't really belong in L.A. like them money held its value. Either way, she was a card shark and he would never play her again.

He heard Chloe Grace say something to Emma, who was somewhere behind him, but he didn't pay attention. He raised an eyebrow at the others sitting at the table as the cards went through another shuffle. "So, what are we playing?"

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"Stay calm.... stay calm"

xxxxx Jay Baruchel nodded secretly thanking them for letting him do something humane. At first watching them play cards made him insane thinking they should help out but now he realized it was a good idea. He sat down putting his hands on the table and looked down thinking to himself. He looked down to see his hands shaking feeling whimpy. Calm down Jay, your okay. he told himself looking up at Josh. The guy looked just as dizzy as Jay was almost as looking in a mirror but now seeing yourself. After a few second he realized Josh was waiting for some sort of answer and he figured he asked him a question. Instantly Jay just said. "I don't know." hoping it made some sort of sense. Jay looked silly in front of people but he deserves a Get Out of Jail Free Card for this one because he never expected how to act during earthquakes, fires, sinkholes, and Taylor Swift.


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Emma whirled. Carrie's little star Chloe Grace Moretz was staring her right in the face and peeping up about Emma's investigation of the outside world. Now, truth be told, Emma was a kind girl. Friendly and definitely silly. But Chloe Grace Moretz was perfect, blonde, and not to mention a good actress. It was just an awkward situation all around. It made Emma frown because what the heck was a girl like Chloe Grace even speaking to Emma? She was just the type of person to stay away from the faces up on the big screens. She had always felt like an impostor in L.A.

"Hi." She stuck out her hand, grabbing the other girls and shaking it quickly. "It's Gracie, isn't it? Well, I'm Emma." She exhaled, not realizing she was holding her breath: if this Georgia chick thought she could stand in Emma's way... She splayed out her fingers and rubbed her sweaty palm against her pants. "If you're wondering, Jay put me up to." Hah! Wouldn't he love that? In truth, she actually didn't really he would, but he had been the one to suggest it. "I drank the Kool-Aid, Gracie. So, I'm going to go see what it looks like outside. I can handle it. I'm a big girl." She paused, her lips twisting into a scornful smile. "So... you wanna come?"

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I will reply ASAP but I'm with family for Christmas so it might be awhile before I get to reply with a good two paragraph post. Sorry everyone, love norm.

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Chloe Grace wanted to puke up her frustration at Emma's squeamishness. What was she doing that made everybody nervous around her? She resisted the need to sigh and rub her eye lids with the back of her palms. It was as bad as a child sitting in front of a cookie jar and being told no.

"Chloe Grace, actually," she said, not even trying to keep the annoyance from her voice. "And yes, I would like to go with you. Just don't tell James."

Just the thought of his reaction to this reckless idea made her want to squirm away. James had never exactly been accepting of Chloe Grace's daredevil, play-it-loose-and-fast-til-it's-too-late, adrenaline junkie side. That was one of the things her mother liked about James; he wasn't interested in sitting by and watching her get hurt just because she thought something would be thrilling. And now that they were together... it wouldn't be pretty. She felt like a kid waiting for his father to get home after doing something horrible. Best to go before he found out. She zipped up her jacket and barely smiled at Emma.

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Josh barely smiled at Jay. He understood all too well. How was somebody supposed to focus on normal things when almost nothing going on was normal? To him, the answer was pretty simple: they weren't. At least, not in the usual sense. Josh shuffled the cards once more, glancing around the room.

That's when he took serious notice of Chloe Grace and Emma. Emma looked a little freaked out. Chloe Grace, on the other hand, had a mischievous glint in her eyes, no doubt sparked by an adrenaline rush. What were they...? Josh turned back to Jay, leaning in a little. "Are they doing what I think they're doing?"

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Channing stood, slowly in knobby knees. He glanced around the room. It looked... kinda tilted. Grotesque. He leaned his head to one side, and watched in a drunk-awe as the room continued to swirl. "Pretty kitties are locked up in the closet..." he murmured. He glanced at Amanda, a hysterical laugh escaping his throat. He croaked. It was then when he spotted Chloe Grace and Emma heading to the door. "Wait for me!" He called, lurching forward. He fell, groaning as he tried to push himself off the carpet... it was so soft... he sighed, stroking it. "This isn't how my death is supposed to go," he moaned. Grumbling, he somehow grasped the arm of a couch and pulled himself to kneel. "I do declare it to the sky and land below, to the stars and the moon, to the sun and my friend, Amanda!" He glared at Chloe Grace and Emma, and in a commanding voice, he said, "With all of my power: Thou shall not pass!" He stumbled to his feet and wobbled toward the girls.

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Emma glanced past Chloe Grace. It was kind of distracting, as Chloe Grace was... well, all perfect and pretty and seemingly the top dog here. Pff. Whateva. But even further distracting, not to mention concerning, was Channing Tatum, wallowing toward them like a pig too fat to move. She gulped. "Alright, Gracie. Here's the plan: the moment we walk out there, you pull out a uzi-machine gun and we lose Channing. Got me?" She winked, and quickly opened the door, stepping outside for the first time.

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Chloe Grace raised an eyebrow at Channing on the floor, stuck somewhere between being concerned for him and then concerned for herself. For a moment, he reminded her of her family's basset hound that had to be put down four years ago. The poor thing would do nothing but sit next to the couch, watching cartoons with her for years. When he got older, he got hit by a truck and lived, but with both of his front legs broken. Old Doug would have to propel himself with his back legs, scooting around the house. She snapped out of her memory and saw that Emma was already out the door.

She glanced around the room, wondering if she would ever come back. Wondering if she would ever see James again, and how long it would take for him to hook back up with Amanda. Chloe Grace ground her teeth at that thought, but forced it to leave her mind. There was no sense in thinking of the future if she wasn't sure she would even have one. She steeled herself for her doom and followed, wishing she really did have an uzi if only for the comfort.

As her foot touched the porch, she took in a breath. It almost choked her; it tasted of bitter ash, which used to be God knows what. It was a strange thought, thinking she could be inhaling Taylor Launter. Looking up the street, she saw small fires that showed evidence of slow, burning destruction. The smoke was almost blinding. She looked around at Emma and raised an eyebrow. "So, what's the plan?" she asked. "If we're after supplies, we better hit my house."