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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2012 10:23:15 GMT -8
Hazel felt like an idiot. Sitting in the park with her headdress on was one thing. But the huge, yellow star-shaped sunglasses that she was wearing made her feel stuck in the eighties. She couldn't understand why Terri was being so secretive. Hazel loved that she was back, and that Terri wanted to see her. But this--this was too much. When Terri arrived, and she saw the ridiculous, black curly wig on her, though, Hazel had to laugh. "You look ridiculous."
"I know," she admitted with a chuckle, sitting down beside her. "So...how is everyone?"
"ahh, lives are crazy. Who knows what anyone's doing anymore? So, what's with the get-up?"
"Uhm...it's hard to explain. But, do you know how I can get ahold of Paige, Ashley, and Marco? Oh, and Jimmy."
"Well, Ash has been gone for a few months now. Paige and Jimmy are pretty busy lately. But I know where you can most likely find Marco."
"Yeah?" Terri smiled. All she wanted was to see her old friends again. When she first started writing, Terri never expected her book to pick up like it had. To her amazement, it didn't take long for it to hit the best-sellers list. It was flattering and scary at the same time. Especially when she started receiving the letters.
It wasn't so bad at first. The letters were creepy, but Terri had her husband, so she felt safe. She never even told him about them. Maybe if she had, William wouldn't have left. Maybe he would have stayed, if only to protect his family. But, she hadn't, and that would be something that she had to live with.
At first, Terri hadn't planned on moving. She wanted him to be able to come home. Especially for Christian's sake. Terri couldn't believe that William had left his son. She loved the kid, but he should have gone with his father. Of course, she wouldn't have dreamed of turning her stepson away. She thought of him as her own. For seven months, Terri kept the porch light on at night, in case William changed his mind.
But then, the letters weren't all she started getting. Terri also started getting phone calls. It wasn't totally obscene; when she picked up, she would hear "hello, beautiful. Did you get my rose?" But, it was enough for her to want to leave.
And suddenly, Terri felt the need to reconnect with her old friends from Degrassi. She had often thought about them over the years, but initially, she had just wanted to move on, and then she felt like it had simply been too long. Maybe she was crazy for thinking she could just show up. But, she was going to do it, anyways.
She had been up all night, googling the people she used to know. Most of them, she hadn't found much for. Once she put in Hazel's name, though, an article came up about some girl who had been murdered. It said that the victim was identified by a social science teacher from Degrassi, Ms. Hazel Aden.
So, Hazel was a teacher now. Terri wasn't too surprised. Hazel had always seemed to be that sort of person who would end up teaching. Terri bit her lip, staring at the article from the Toronto Star. Next, she went to the yellow pages website and put in Hazel's name and Toronto. And within seconds, she had her home telephone number.
Slowly, Terri dialed and put the phone to her ear. After a few seconds, she was hearing Hazel's voice answer softly on the other line. "Hi, Hazel? This is Terri...not sure if you remember me, but--"
But of course, Hazel did remember her. And after a thirteen-hour phone conversation, Terri's mind was completely made up to move back to Toronto permanently. The two agreed to meet in the park, and when Terri made the odd request for disguises, Hazel was surprised, but she did agree. And by the time she arrived at the park, Terri already had signed a lease for a new apartment and was making arrangements for the move.
The idea of a party, with the creepy, stalker letters and phone calls, really didn't sound too appealing. But, Hazel assured her that the only ones who would be there would be people that Emma knew. Terri had to admit, it did sound nice. A party like that wasn't anything that William ever took her to. And here she thought she had been spoiled by her doctor husband.
She had let the kids know where she was going, encouraging them to leave the hotel room they were in as well and find a party or something fun to do. She wore a white dress with sequents on it. She arrived at the party, nervous as could be. She nodded to the people standing around, boarding the yacht as she looked around.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2012 10:46:49 GMT -8
Five thousand dollars. Graham had no idea how Andrew Simpson got his information, but he didn't care. He was offered five thousand dollars to dj a party from 8 pm until 2 am. Five thousand dollars! At first, he thought it was a joke or a scam. But when the man asked him to meet with him to fill out tax paperwork, he realized it wasn't a joke. He was really being offered that much money. And there was no way in hell he was going to turn it down.
When he met with him, Andrew explained more thoroughly what he was looking for. The young man half-joked that he might need new equipment for a party like that, not expecting him to simply say, "Done. Take this credit card, and get anything you want."
Graham paused "...anything?"
"Anything. It's limitless."
"Is it being taken out of my pay?"
"Of course not. Expenses are extra."
Expenses were extra. Graham took the card, a sly grin appearing on his face. Oh, he was going to have fun with this. Graham took the card to get equipment, get a new suit, and he even took it to the grocery store. Of course, he wasn't a complete ass. When he realized how much money he had spent, he felt terrible. When he met with Andrew that day and returned the card, he admitted what he had done, anticipating being fired. Andrew, however, smiled and said he was happy to have been able to help, and showed him where to set up, as well as the type of music to play.
The man was a freaking Santa Claus! Graham inwardly thanked whoever gave Andrew his number. And he had every intention of doing a kick-ass job. He definitely wanted to be hired again.
He took all of the equipment on deck, putting a cd in the stereo while he hooked it all up. He had two mics set up, as well as a kareoke screen, as requested. Making sure it was connected to the speakers, he stook and looked at it all. Next, he put the books out. He was ready to roll.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on May 4, 2012 23:26:15 GMT -8
Parties were better. They exceeded moping around about military husbands that worked long hours when they were home, much less went away and served their country on top of it when the call came in. Davey never understood a military career, if only because it was pure authority and all of his life, authority had been a major issue for him. He was a punk rocker at heart and interested, now and then, in pure anarchy. He liked to defy rules, norms and to tell society to shove it up their ass when they demanded that he changed. This was Davey Callaghan-- Never had a job a day in his life, music too loud, never quite settling Davey. His life had been so opposite of Andre's, even from the get go. It's where they clicked, he thought. They were a balance, because Andre was straight and narrow whether he liked it or not. And Andre's family had become like his own family and even though he knew full well how much he annoyed the hell out of Andrew sometimes, he wouldn't exchange it. Hey, he annoyed Andre too, but the two of them were allowed to clash now and again. And while Davey could plop himself down in their house and live there like nothing and basically act like another addition that added commentary and ate their food, he did respect them. It was his demeanor that took some getting accustomed to, but god knows they already had by now. And a party, Davey had encouraged loudly and made sure that it had all of the staples of a party. Whether it was high class or not, alcohol was a must and it wasn't as if Andre was going to be there to drain it dry. Not that he agreed with Andre's restrictions either, because he'd sneaked alcohol to the man before. Come on, he was thirty-five, he was smart enough not to drink himself into a coma.
"It looks like your party is going to be a pretty big hit, Andrew." Not that he expected differently. Of course people were going to show and it was going to be a good time. Andrew made a good choice and he felt the needed to encourage that over again. He sidled up next to Andrew, drink in hand already. He didn't go over the top formal (because he rarely ever did). In fact, it was very semi-formal, but consisted of new clothes, at least. Davey's average wardrobe had a lot of tears and worn clothing. Tonight, his jeans were a dark wash, pressed and set over a pair of dress boots that also lacked any and all scuffs from the normal ones. A leather jacket had been done up above it, a dress shirt and tie beneath it, though beneath the coat, all that could be seen was the collar and the tie that peeked from the top. "You did well." Of course, he went well over what Davey would have done, but that was also the way he thought Andrew was. The man knew how to be extravagant when it came to money. As rebel at heart as Davey presented himself ninety percent of the time, he was used to parties like this. Both because he was close to them and because as a kid, he had grown up wealthy. And he could complain about wealth and power now and then, but the truth was, he was the product of a wealthy household and old money that kept him sustained his entire adult life without a job. But then again, he'd never made any giant investments above that of his car. As Antonio showed, however, he looked over, a chuckled breathed past his lips. "Impressive tie, man."
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Post by Marco Del Rossi on May 4, 2012 23:54:30 GMT -8
Initially, Marco wasn't sure about the party. When Dominic left the message, he was ready to forget about it and just flop himself onto the couch all night and stare at the TV until he just stopped thinking. Already, he made up his mind not to go until Ellie decided to take the initiative. At first, she was met with a bit of a skeptical look, one that was pure indecision. What if it really wasn't worth going? He didn't know that he needed to go out, because, hey, he went out sometimes. At first, he went out rarely and was happy to just stay in his house every second of every day. And when it came to Ellie, he was more than willing to help her and focus on her problems than his own. It had always been easier for Marco to focus on someone else. He could be selfless above looking at himself. What he didn't want was to think about what his marriage had been or that he hadn't gotten over the cheating or being apart. It hurt like hell and he didn't feel all that great about himself for it. Cheating never felt good. It could do a number on what someone felt about themselves. And really, all that he wanted to do was lay on the couch and not think about how his husband had a new life with another man. No, thanks. But, the party could help with that and eventually he relented to it.
So, he dressed up, managing into a formal suit that consisted of a low-cut dark blazer and a thin-striped dress shirt beneath it. He opted for a suit that wasn't stifled by a tie, because he didn't feel like being strangled by one tonight. And the suit, frankly, wasn't designed to be worn with one. While still in the car, he took a breath, dark eyes switching to Ellie when her hand touched his leg and in response he flashed a bit of a smile. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm always here?" He asked, in response to her thanks and he liked to think that he was. Sure, the two had had their rough patches in the past, but they got over them. Ellie was his best friend, had been since high school and that was never going to change. If you could have more than one love of your life that meant something different, she was one of them. He didn't mean it romantically, but she was his best friend and that was an important kind of love and he would have been there to help her, regardless. She needed someone and Marco would be there. Before he opened his door, he leaned over and kissed her cheek briefly. "Come on, we need this, right?" He asked, trying to be in good spirits about it and once they were there and ready, it was easier and he couldn't help but give a genuine smile before he pushed open the door and got out of the car, ready to head up to the yacht.
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Post by Danny Maxwell on May 5, 2012 1:24:21 GMT -8
Just up and taking off to a party wasn't something that Danny normally did. It wasn't that he didn't go to parties at all or never went out; that had never been the case. Though, with a teenage daughter and a four year old, it made it a little more difficult to be able to go where ever he liked whenever he liked. Not that he was complaining, because he would rather have that than anything else. It sounded fun, but he hadn't been willing to even entertain the idea without getting his daughter to agree that it was okay for him to leave. Normally, leaving a teenager at home alone for a few hours wouldn't be a big deal and most probably were more than happy to have that, but it wasn't her being at the apartment alone that worried him. One, she wasn't alone, she had a friend over, and two, he couldn't find someone to watch Chris for the evening on that short of notice and so it left Tara to do it. And he really didn't want to spoil their night by having to watch a four year old. It was one of those times where he had tried to break the request easy to Tara and it turned out that most of his beating around the bush and near begging was completely unnecessary and he probably should have just outright asked. It wasn't as if he would be gone all night and Chris would be in bed in an hour or so anyway-- well, he should be. But, Danny was well aware that it would be less likely to happen because he would see Tara having a friend over as exciting enough to try to stay awake. As far as the teenagers were concerned, he didn't have many rules in place for them. He was only going to be gone several hours and he was sure that they didn't need a list of rules thrown at them. The only rules were really in place for Chris. Like what to and not to let him have after a certain hour; sugar especially, because no one needed a hyper active toddler that would eventually turn into a tantrum throwing toddler because he was tired but didn't want to sleep.
Danny wasn't without a suit and it didn't take long for him to get changed. It was the typical black, although just opting for the waistcoat and a white dress shirt with a light blue tie beneath it. He hadn't even been ready to leave yet when the phone rang. In fact, he had been in the middle of stopping Chris from coloring Mitzy's fur with a marker. Unfortunately, the top of her snout was already colored pink, but it would wash off and she didn't seem to care that Chris had been trying to color her to begin with. "Hello?" He asked, putting the markers up and towards the back of the counter to keep them from being grabbed again by the four year old. He could hear the kid's protests as he tugged at his pant leg. Reflexively, he just moved his hand and held up a finger to signal him to wait.
"Hey, guess who's back in town?" The voice on the other end asked, one that Danny recognized immediately.
"This isn't Scarlett Johansson, is it?"
"Dude, I fucking wish."
Danny choked on a laugh, "You wish you were Scarlett Johansson?"
"Who wouldn't? She's hot."
"Well, I guess you're probably the same height..."
"Fuck you." The laughter in his voice gave away that there was no ill feelings towards the comments, however.
"Hey, Scarlett, do you have a suit?"
"I'm not a hobo."
"Yeah-huh. Get it on and get your ass here, there's a party and you might as well come with me."
Jarett wasn't going to say no to a party, not when he had just managed to get back to Toronto. His plans had been to head to his brother's house, hang out and utilize his couch. But, that was even better. Though, a suit meant that it was probably a formal party, which, he had been used to as a kid though rarely found himself in anymore. He never had been too fond of them. And after getting wasted when he was fourteen at some extravagant Christmas party his parents were throwing, he'd been nearly banned from them and they hadn't let him live it down. Though, he hadn't been the first of his siblings to get drunk at one of those things. He remembered Danny doing the same and was also pretty sure that Danny hadn't been the only other one to do it either. Just after he showed up at his brother's, the two took off, the whole way there, Jarrett trying to reprogram Danny's car radio. Because, he insisted that he didn't bother with the radio half of the time, because he only used the CD player.
Once parking was found and the two climbed out, Jarrett looked at the yacht with an impressed look. "Seriously?"
"Your suit matches your hair." Danny suddenly said, and he too had been impressed by the yacht, but he had also taken time to notice that his brother's black suit was adorned with a light purple shirt and a dark violet tie, along with other dark violet accents that matched the dye job in his hair exactly.
"I like to match," he shrugged, and as Danny spotted Nathan and Ben heading that way, he put a hand on his brother's shoulder and led him in that direction.
"Nathan!" He called, catching up with them quickly. "Someone really outdid themselves, huh?"
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Post by Luren Rulph on May 5, 2012 14:42:08 GMT -8
Five thousand dollars? Luren would have had to have been insane not to jump at the opportunity to make five thousand in one night. At the offer, he had probably been more than too excited. And with the kids with their mom, it was easy enough to take the job. Though, he was sure even if he had them this weekend, she would have taken them in an instant when he had that kind of prospect. And honestly, he probably had talked her ear off about it too much for his own good. These weren't opportunities that came around very often. Sure, he had made enough money at the club, but it was nothing in comparison to this. The paycheck he brought home in a month wasn't 5,000 dollars, so come on, of course he was going to snag that up fast. It was one of those fancy parties; the type that he really had no experience with. They weren't the type that he went to. It wasn't that he had never been to anything formal. Every now and then, someone would throw a formal party, but everything was middle class formal, rather than the extremely wealthy. These weren't even the events that he was used to hosting. But, by no means was he complaining. If anything, the opportunity was met with a large degree of gratitude.
As the guests started to fill the yacht, Luren kept track of people, unsure of whether or not he would even see anyone that was vaguely familiar. He imagined this wasn't the general crowd that he hung out with. But, dealing with people he didn't know wasn't a problem. He was here to work, for crying out loud. Even at the club he was bound to meet a lot of strangers. Though, he did have his share of regulars that he liked to see on a normal basis. When the man approached for a drink, he nodded and flashed a polite smile. "Sure thing." He said, and fixed up the drink before he slid it to Dominic. "Having a good time, I hope?" He offered up, in casual, quick conversation.
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Post by Kari Donovan on May 5, 2012 15:22:34 GMT -8
Was she even ready for this? There were days where she barely wanted to get out of bed, let alone go to a party. Despite the lack of contact she had with her husband since she left, it didn't change the hold that he had. The damage on her confidence was there and the fear hadn't fled; not entirely. She still had nightmares and panic attacks that kept her restricted to the bathroom, because she honestly wanted no one else to know about it. She couldn't move on. All of her confidence had been tied to one man entirely. He could have made her feel perfect and there were good aspects of the relationship. There were times where he made her feel like she was the only woman on Earth. She felt beautiful, successful and comfortable around him. And it had been good in the beginning; perfect even. But, something changed. He changed and Kari never knew what it was. Maybe if she had been more sensitive, if she had known when to be quiet, she could have avoided all of this. She made him angry and that was her fault. No matter what he did to her, she was certain that she had some fault in it. She could have made it easier on him. There was a part of her that knew it wasn't true, but it wasn't loud enough; not in comparison to the side of her that took everything he had said as truth.
When it came down to it, Nathan had been great. Sometimes she wasn't sure why he put up with her. She didn't necessarily feel comfortable using someone else's credit card, but she did her best to look at today as being something worth doing. She could use the fun, right?And today was a good day. It was one of those days where she could put her husband out of her head and just be herself. And even before everything that had happened, a huge party with a majority of strangers would be nerve racking. She arrived in a sleek black gown, her hair pinned up delicately. It was easy to find Nathan, along with his brother and two other men, one of whom she recognized but she couldn't place the other. She knew who Nathan's siblings were and she had first met Danny years before and since she came back to Toronto, she had seen him a couple of times. They got along well enough too. "Okay, I'm impressed," she noted out loud staring at the crowd and the set up on the yacht. This wasn't something that she'd really been to. Kari wasn't rich in the least and she hadn't grown up that way. It felt like one of those nights that could make a woman feel a lot like a princess.
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