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NEW YORK, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2010





GIVING THANKS! MOTTO OF THE WEEK AT MACY'S PARADE!

This Thursday, as every year around this time, Macy's insitgating their annual Thanksgiving Day Parade down Central Park West, South, 7th Avenue, Times Spquare and Bryant Park. It's a HUGE event for Manhattan attracting more than ten thousand visitors each year so your characters should definitly be there!
Performing in the 2010 parade will be Kanye West, Jessica Simpson, Gladys Knight, India Arie, Big Time Rush, Arlo Guthrie (author of the Thanksgiving staple "Alice's Restaurant"), Betty Buckley, Ann Hampton Callaway, Miranda Cosgrove, Gloriana, America's Got Talent winner Michael Grimm, Keri Hilson, Eric Hutchinson, Juanes, Victoria Justice, Mannheim Steamroller, Miss USA 2010 Rima Fakih, Power Rangers Samurai, Crystal Shawanda, Joan Rivers and Melissa Rivers. Returning from 2009 will be the cast of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, the cast and Muppets of Sesame Street and the Big Apple Circus.
There will be snack booths, some game venues and well, the parade to watch. This is an easy one, just hang out and meet new people! If you're not familiar with the event feel free to check out links provided by Google to get into character.
Last but not least: Have fun, do some good, post as much as you can and earn valuable lifetime points to spend.
Be aware this weeks event does NOT count for GPA or Work Experience!

NOTE: Thread will be closed Monday night and then I'll add all the extra posts for everyone who participated

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[AURELIA ROSEMARY VANDERBILT]

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The creaking of the bed strings were heard every other five seconds as the bed jolted in movement. "Rosie, Rosie! Time for school" The littlest one bellowed, trying to wake up the unmoving lazy body. "Holiday. No school." Muttered the half awake girl, swinging her arm up and down, trying to shoo her brother away. "But Rosie! I wanna go pawade!" He reason, popping down on the bed as he shook her convulsively. The girl groaned, turning over under her blanket, making her brother stumble. As soon as she felt his quake, she bolted upright and caught him in her arms. He giggled uncontrolably as she tickled his sides. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" She teased as he laughted some more. In the distant, she heard a faint voice. She yelled back, "What?!". She heard a door crack open as loud footsteps pounded against the wooden floor board. He peered in and repeated himself, "I said, quiet down!" The sister laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "You sure? Because I could have sworn I heard something else." And with that, she stuck her tongue out at him. "Get changed, loser. We're taking him to Macy's Parade. And before you ask..... because I don't trust you enough to leave you alone in the house." She watched as he grumbled and muttered something under his breath while he made his way back to his room to get changed.

She picked up her brother in her arms and carried him all the way to the bathroom. Setting him down on the faucet table, she asked if he had brushed his teeth yet. He shook his head, reaching over the sink to get his miniature toothbrush and his disney bubblegume flavoured toothpaste. She watched him do it himself and beam at her when he did it. "Good job!" She exclaimed, highfiving his puny hands. She hadn't needed to help him through it. He could do it himself. She brushed her's too and stepped into the shower, washing her hair. She had only needed twenty minutes. She stepped out of the washroom and made her way towards her closet. Inside, was an already dressed eight year old boy. She smiled at him as she changed into her's. They all made their way downstairs as each of them told her what they wanted to eat. She made them in a matter of minutes and served them breakfast as she ate her plain toast and a glass of milk. That was all she needed. She started the engine and waited for them. Everyone all seatbelted, she drove her way there, only finding parking space about four blocks down. She ran after her eight year old as he bolted off towards the front of the line ups. She dragged the elder one along with her and pushed people away, trying to find her brother. "Where the fuck did he go?!" She thought to herself, freaking out. He was out of her sight. But even if he was six foot tall, she still wouldn't have spotted him anyways. It was way too crowded, noisy, and..... crowded.

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[CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD]

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CeeCee could remember back on the times when she attended the parade with her parents. It was always one of the few events of the year that the Rutherford's would actually face the press as a unity. The All-American picture-book family posing for high gloss magazine images. It was all very pretentious but none the less the 20 year old brunette had cherished those few days, in her mind changing them to the only occasions they were a real family, ever ... if only for the public eye. She had had enough fantasy in her childhood years and early teens to make the deluded image the public eye got of them her own. Thinking of themselves as a 'happy' family ... even though they really were far from it and a subconscious notion in the brunette had realized this as well. But what was wrong with wanting something so much to be true it eventually became the illusion of just that? The media used that to their advantage all the time ... not only with those countless Upper Manhattan couples who showed their bleached whites at any function they could get invited to but hardly ever spoke to each other when there was no limelight shining on them.

Even the Waldgraves had been a part of the tradition ... and for as long as CeeCee could remember Carter had been with her there. They weren't really attending 'together' ... since for most of the time they were in Manhattan as teens and kids they had been like fire and ice. Avoiding each other or only socializing to take down even bigger annoyances then they found each other to be. Sure they were friends, a twisted kind of ... yet they were also biggest rivals. Days like these, like Christmas, Independence Day, Saint Patrick's Day or the Day of the American Administration Secretary, they would get together and bury the hatchet for 24 hours. They'd join into the play performed by both their families ... an epic union around the friendship of two men: Nathaniel Waldgrave and Jonathan Rutherford. There was usually, well, all the time, a booth at Times Square reserved for the 6 of them - before Carter's dad had decided to need one of those tramps so badly he'd marry her with a teen girl as attachment. Ugh how Charlize had always loathed people who married into wealth. It was like winning the lottery ... it gave you funds but not dignity, decorum and class.

Today was the first time CeeCee actually went alone, but she was determined not to miss it. She wouldn't get onto the VIP bleachers or hang out in one of the lounches in the buildings surrounding the square being separated by thick glass from the actual fun. No she was going to be down with the crowd. It seemed frightening at first ... the mere thought did ... but hanging with the common people for 2 years back in LA had taken away quite a bit of the petite brunette's fear of the working class. The unknown social layer between those she socialized with and those who deserved her charity. Getting out of the subway - since getting a cab was virtually impossible today - CeeCee was instantly faced with a wall of people lining the street. Children sitting on their daddies shoulders holding little balloons and stuffed animals. Kids chasing around in the back behind the crowds. Strolling over to a coffee cart, stray sun rays warming the brunette's skin, Charlize bought herself a big foam cup of hot chocolate to keep her warm for the upcoming parade. She could already see the first balloons up the street coming from Central Park. Warming her hands she staid behind the dense lines for now that crowded up behind the restraints on the street side. Getting on her tip toes now and then she could see everything alright.

[ANTHONY JOSHUA HEARST]

we'll walk this road together

through the storm

Anthony sighed as looked at his sister and both of them let out a sigh as they looked out of the tinted windows of their limo to see the crowd of photographers already waiting. Neither one of them liked these photo ops but they had never been given a choice on whether or not they wanted to attend. While both asked their parents if they could watch the parade from home every year, every year they were told they had to go out as a family. AJ and his sister this had tried the argument that they could still pull the family card off if their parents went to the fair while they stayed home together as siblings but their parents were having none of it. So as the car slowed to a stop, Anthony looked at his sister and shrugged before watching his father push his door out then helping his wife out of the car. Anthony of course followed his mother then held his hand out to his sister to help her step out of the car before the door was closed behind them by their driver who then pulled away from the curb.

With his sister's arm linked through his, Anthony and Amanda walked behind their parents towards their box but let his face scan the crowd of onlookers. The parade route was always extremely full of people and as he was jostled around he placed his free hand over his sister's which rested firmly on the arm that it was linked through. Hell would freeze over before he let something happen to his baby sister and as the two walked behind their parents, Amanda caught sight of a stand and her eyes lit up. Closing his eyes, Anthony knew what was coming and within seconds his sister was leaning over and asking him to take her around towards the booths. Letting out a mock sigh of exaggeration, Anthony called out to his father that Amanda wanted to look around a bit before the parade to which his father nodded.

As Anthony led his sister away, he saw his parents ascend the stairs that led to their box. He wondered just how long he was going to be stuck wandering the booths with his sister when suddenly he heard a shrill scream and his sister's name. Wincing at the high pitch tone of the voice, AJ turned around to see a group of Amanda's friends heading towards them. Smiling politely at them, AJ stood back a few feet as his sister and her friends exclaimed over things in the booth. Looking over at AJ, one of Amanda's friends asked if she could hang out with them and after a glance at her brother who said she had to ask their dad, Amanda pulled out her cell and quickly dialed her father. After a few minutes of pleading and promising to be careful, Amanda was given the go ahead to which AJ told her to keep her cell on her and call him if she needed him.

As she turned and walked away with her friends, Anthony turned to make his way towards the family box when he caught sight of a familiar figure. With a smirk he veered off to the side a bit then came to a stop behind the brunette who was standing on her toes in an effort to see the floats. Placing his hands on Charlize hips from behind, AJ leaned forward so he was closer to her ear and said: "You know if you push your way through the crowd a bit you can move to the front and see what's going on a lot better."

With laughter in his voice, AJ took a step back and pulled his hands away from her hips before sliding them into the pockets of his heavy coat.

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[VALERIE ROSE MONTCLAIR]

Since she was a little girl, Valerie could remember herself anticipating the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. According to some it was the absolute New York experience, and she couldn't agree more. She loved Christmas, it was basically her favorite holiday, and she took Thanksgiving as the beginning of the Christmas celebrations. The day to start the countdown for Christmas. And to be honest it was one of the rare occasions that her whole family got together, hence her brother flying back from Europe the previous night. Well early morning really since he arrived a couple of hours after midnight. That morning she was the first to wake up, but she chose to stay in bed, until Yvette, her maid, came to wake her up like she did every morning. When Yvette ritually, softly knocked on the door before she walked in without waiting a reply, and immediately headed to Valerie's window to open the curtains and let the sun in, Val sat up in her bed stretching. Good morning miss Valerie. I see you are up Yvette said. Valerie smiled to her before she lazily nodded with her head Good morning Yvette, are my parents and brother up yet?

[/color] she asked Yes miss, they are waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast. Valerie nodded before she pushed the covers off her and got up from her bed heading to her en suite bathroom in order to have a shower, wash her teeth and brush her hair. After she was done, she walked out, dressed in her bath robe. She got a pair of underwear and she put them on before heading to her wardrobe to pick what she was going to wear. Deciding on a pair of black pants and a white knit sweater she had bought in Paris, she put them on and completed her look with a pair of knee high black leather boots. She looked at herself in the mirror and with an approving nod she left the room heading downstairs to have breakfast with the rest.

When breakfast was done, Valerie was sent upstairs to get her black leather jacket and purse before she went back downstairs, and outside where the family car was waiting. The chauffeur opened the door for her, and Valerie got in the car with an appreciative smile, to find everyone else already there. Sitting next to her brother and by the window, she let herself drift in thoughts as she looked outside, at the crowded streets. She felt the car coming to a stop, and saw the door opening. She stepped out after her father, brother and mother, and she readjusted her jacket before she followed them to the box where they were supposed to watch the parade from. She would have no problem watching the parade from the street like everyone else, but apparently this wasn't fit to the family status, so she just shrugged it off and followed like a "good kid". She tried to stay as silent as she could near her parents since she got back, since she knew that deep down she still wasn't forgiven for what she did and the almost scandal she caused, so she didn't want to risk anything.

Walking into the box, she could see it was already full with people that had arrived before them and that were chatting and laughing. It was supposedly a family event but obviously they never missed a chance to discuss business, and that's exactly what her father did as soon as he saw some of his associates. As for her mother she just scanned the place and after only a few seconds her name was called and she went off to greet one of her friends, or book club members or whatever she was. She looked at her brother and he simply shrugged before he turned around and disappeared from her eyes. Valerie let out a small sigh, as she looked around her feeling a bit lost[/justify]





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[CLAIRE ELIZABETH WALDGRAVE]

Claire had never considered herself to be stereotypically pretty. She didn’t have the generic facial features that was acceptable to the Upper East Side and she was also pretty sure that her body figure didn’t really fit in with those who were accepted as beautiful. Of course it was also pretty obvious that her mind and her willpower to be on top wouldn’t let her be held back. She’d bullied the rest of her peers in to accepting her. Throwing her personality and faux confidence on to the badly bred beasts of the elite side of the school. Eventually, they had had no choice, she’d been accepted. Thanks to her last name of ‘Waldgrave’ people were pretty welcoming. They’d seen the way her family had ruled the school and the weight of it had been thrown on to Claire. Though she was only a Waldgrave by name, she seemed to fit in pretty well with the rest of the traits.

Keeping her inky brown eyes on the parade in front of her, Claire peered through her Jackie O style shades at the forms passing her by. With her large furry coat keeping the warmth inside, her bombshell blonde hair kept the back of her neck warm. Eating the popcorn with one slow chew at a time, Claire was transfixed by the parade. She’d been here for a few years now and most of the novelties had begun to wear off but the delights of the parade still kept her coming back. She loved the way the gigantic floats overpowered those below it. The hesitant crowd members watching, waiting for a disaster to occur so they could prove that they were here. They’d been watching, they’d seen it all and they could give you their account word-by-word.

Eyebrow arching slightly as she saw girls from her school, Claire’s nose wrinkled slightly. She’d never been one to attract many friends. She was the sort of girl that had had to make it on her own. Boys weren’t interested in her for anything more than a one night stand but that was okay with her too. She didn’t want a relationship; the mere thought of one would bring the girl out in a fresh set of hives. Itching and scratching away at her, the idea of men wanting anything more than sex from her gave her the heebie jeebies. It was like an allergy. Men, that was. Too much of an indulgence would send the girl mad. She’d slowly lose that confidence she’d built up and it’d fall by the wayside, exposing her heart to those who could truly damage it.

She wasn’t the kind to allow that to happen. Unlike her insipid cousin who exposed herself far too quickly, Claire was much more aware of those around her. Boys were accessories. They weren’t there to nurture her. That’s what her mother had done for years. Nurture and teach her how to survive in this world. She didn’t need men like her cousin. She didn’t need anyone. She was fine by herself.

Chew. Chew. Chew on the popcorn.

Her manicured nails had begun to crack, the paint exposing the little imperfections in her nails. The sides of her fingers were a sort of greyish yellow from the abuse she’d put them through. The constant smoking of the cigarettes staining them along with the dirt that showed she was really a workers daughter. You could dress a girl up in the finest fabrics of the land but you could never remove those disgusting little traits that she’d have picked up on the lower sides of the world. And whilst she wasn’t stupid, she had a lot to learn still about life and the way it worked.

Pause. Pout. Smile. Chew.

It was a little routine now. Just do the above and she could still be seen as a Sweetheart. It didn’t matter what words spouted out of her mouth, she would still be a Waldgrave Sweetheart. A bad girl with a heart of gold. Pah. That was a load of rubbish and everyone, including the media who spun it, knew. She was just the face of the moment. When her cousins and brother came home she’d be back to the pale insignificance that she idealised. She could go back to her parties with the sticky bar tops and the toilets that stunk of urine. The dog foul on the side of the street would be there again, waiting to be dodged as she partied hard in her Louboutins in the lower sides of town. Pulling her top off to party would be acceptable once more. And she’d still be queen – because of her name.

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[DORIAN EARL GRAY]

Sitting on the subway heading midtown Dorian rubbed his hands together in his lap with a mischievous smile, his buddies Caleb and Adam clinging to a pole not far chatting over some chicks on the other side of the carriage. It was pretty stuffed, asses constantly intruding the southern boy's private space so he had to turn his head away or give a good and distinct nudge to tell the owner of said behind to mind their extensions a bit better. It was one thing to have fate drop a gorgeous blond in your lap at a sudden halt of the subway but to be squeezed to death by some flabby butt cheeks the size of Rode Island. Keeping his arm lazed around the backpack on the bench next to him he had more than once defended its own place against old granny's and people with crutches. There were designated handicapped seats so all the rest where naturally designated NON-handicapped seats! It was a logic as crystal clear as the intention of his bros winking at the girls across the aisle.

Getting off the sub on 42nd Street the three boys jogged up the crowded stairs making their way skillfully through the crowds. "Man are the lamb chops alright?!" Adam laughed back at Dorian who took up the rear of their convoy winding its way topside. "Dude yes! But they are soaking through the bottom of the backpack ... I told you to put them in something plastic." Pulling a disgusted face Beau brushed his hand against his pants vigorously that had been in contact with the bottom of his rucksack for checking. The freaking shit had been the sole reason he didn't want it on his lap on the train in the first place. Frankly his model flat share brothers were morons ... as much as he loved them. "Sorry pal but we haven't got anything!" the tall blond haired hunk shrugged as the small group exited onto Times Square into the faint rays of the sun. "Come on guys stop arguing we have to hurry!" Caleb urged probably saying the first smart thing today. The first parade carts were already passing by and the turkey balloon was not to far away from what Dorian could tell since he had practically memorized the whole lineup. Shrek, Popeye, Pikachu, The strange dough puppet, three dwarfish elves and then Mr. Cluck!

It did only take a few clicks till they stood before that iron clad side entrance of the Virgin Mega-store building that lead to the staircase with windows overlooking Times Square. Though unlike the plan it was still closed shut, with no means to open from the outside. "Now ... where's your little Ithacan friend?" Dorian asked his pal Adam annoyed, rolling his eyes at the situation while already turning away pacing for a few steps idly. "He'll come ... chill man, have some weed!" Stopping in motion Dorian looked back at Caleb, head tilted to the side, face serious. Pulling his arm with backpack back unexpectedly he beat it onto the other model intentionally harsh, but not leaving out the mischievous smirk and the tongue perking after. It was then that a clunk sounded from the heavy door before it swung open squealing. Raising his brows expectantly all three eyed the short and chubby Italian janitor that ushered them inside quickly. Once the door was shut behind them Dori couldn't wait to get the stinking payment out of his rucksack but decided against it. Instead he just took their planning kit and shoved the dripping mess toward the man.

"There you go, have fun those weren't easy to come by!" he told him before following his pals hurriedly upstairs to the second floor of the staircase where they had the perfect line of fire. "Alright, let's set up!" Adam instructed, rubbing his palms together all business like. Putting everything he was carrying onto the floor Beau unfolded the plan before checking the wind readings on his weather app. Everything worked as planned. Caleb was already opening the window ... cheers of the crowd below waving in with the faint cold breeze. Unwrapping the fireworks rocket Dorian smiled ... this was gonna be awesome!

[CHARLES JOSEPH KNIGHT]

Charlie stood at his door, locking it then checking the locks again. It wasn't that he was OCD but he had always being a little cautious with things like that. It was all thanks to his mother and her ability to blame him for everything. The dishes weren't done, Charlie didn't do them. The door's not lock, Charlie's gonna get us robbed. The bills aren't paid, if I didn't have Charlie I'd be fine. My life is a mess, it's all because of Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

He didn't even hate her for it, at least not all the time but the stigma was still there. Charlie still had a way of secretly blaming himself for every little thing that went wrong. He felt like he wasn't right, like he just wasn't good enough but his acting kept him going. It was his chance to be anyone but Charlie Knight and so he took every opportunity he had. He never really told anyone that but no one really question his passion for his craft. He worked so hard at it and no one bothered to ask or even wonder why.

Getting to the parade was easy enough. Charlie had always been a big fan of walking so navigating the crowds wasn't too big of a deal as long he could get somewhere. There were a lot of people there already but that was hardly surprising. Charlie had already expected it and was prepared for the large crowd that had gathers. He did his best to keep his head down and to navigate the crowd in hopes of finding a decent spot to occupy and watch the parade.

He had always enjoyed events like this, mostly because he never really went to them as a kid. There was no parade, or carnival or trip to the zoo. Not even a movie or birthday at a fast food restaurant. In fact, he was lucky if his mother even remember he was a year older. She had never really cared to keep track of her son, especially since he was only there for her to blame the misery and suffering on.

It wasn't a life he would wish on anyone but Charlie had managed to live it and turn out relatively fine. Anything that didn't fit the mold of the perfect actor was just swept under the rug or bottle up for use in a part that required that level of torment and emotion. It was useful for that at least and now Charlie could proudly say he was one of the few male actors who could cry on cue. He never liked to and of course he hadn't come across parts where that was necessary, at least not since he was a kid, but it was still something he had up his sleeve should he ever need it. All that bottle up emotion was like a secret source of energy and fire that fueled his work.

Getting to the point where the crowd grew thicker and more packed, Charlie could barely get by and began to wonder if he had gone too far. He turned but found more people heading his way and realized that this was probably not a best idea. Still, it was too late and Charlie could only turn back around and keep going, unfortunately, doing just had had him bumping right into someone. "I'm sorry," he said, before looking up to see who it was.

[CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD]

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Standing there all by herself, the air being slightly chilly and everyone around her having more fun that CeeCee herself the brunette couldn't help but admit she remembered this to be much more welcoming when she had been here with family and friends. It wasn't like tried to replicate the good ol' times by coming here. Quite on the contrary, the native New Yorker was here to try and make her own legacy. Her own life, detached from that big name, her parents, the Waldgraves. She was sick and tired of being reduced to what someone did she was related or befriended with. For once Charlize wanted to be the forger of her own destiny. To start this very own tradition she came here alone ... because she was a strong enough person to validate her own existence ... and her own experiences. It would take a little time to get accustomed to being alone, that CeeCee had learned the hard way in the days after splitting up with Carter. It was like breaking a limb off and having to get familiar with a life as a handicapped person. In her case a person deprived of love and proximity.

Shaking her long bangs back that were neatly curled at the side of her face the petite brunette glanced ahead at the passing carts through the slightly sepia toned shades. True, she couldn't see anything of the marching band but the feathered puffs on top of their heads or the funnel of a shiny tuba. Only saw the baton of the twirler girls whenever they threw it into the air spinning. But that was enough, really, she didn't need to see it all. For some weird reason just being here was already enough. In a way CeeCee felt like a alcoholic going into a bar again for the first time. Carefully tip toeing at the brink of relapse, trying to cope with a fear instead of running away from it. In her case, the addiction she was trying to get over being her love to a man she couldn't have ... wouldn't let herself have ... semantics! She just wanted to start over ... and maybe running away from the possibility the love for Carter would never die was the wrong thing to do. Maybe in order to move in she had to accept it.

Feeling gentle hands come to rest on her hips Charlize startled lightly, but relaxed instantly the moment she heard a familiar voice whispering, a chin resting on her shoulder carefully. Lowering her head cutely chuckling the petite brunette let her arms hang down relaxed, holding the foam-cup by the lid. It was true ... she could just try and push through to get a glimpse at the parade but it had not been until AJ had arrived so unexpectedly that the girl had actually thought she could manage to do so. Maybe some things never changed, up until leaving Carter the brunette had thought herself to be one of those women who needed a man somehow ... and event hough trying to prove herself wrong circumstances only showed, she was indeed that kind of woman. A Jackie, not a Marylin. The woman BEHIND the big man ... not the one in the limelight. Of course it was not a favorable icon any American girl would want to make her own, the domesticated supporting girlfriend/wife that was. Still it was a role CeeCee could see herself in ... actually, if she wanted or not, the only role.

Turning around, her slightly wavy hair making a graceful motion over her shoulders CeeCee came to stand facing the handsome Hearst heir with a warm smile. Taking her shades off, eyes getting accustomed to the light quickly, she nodded at AJ. "Fancy seeing you here!" she told him pleasantly. It was true, despite only really coming to know the boy a few days ago he was one of the characters the petite girl could relate to easily. He was kind, funny and a gentleman ... not to mention a Hearst which was like a Public Relations Jackpot! Their little date/hang a few nights back had been a nice experience and a more than welcome distraction. Lately Charlize found herself socializing quite liberally. Meeting new people on a roll, seeing new places, doing new things. It was like she tried to find something that probably wasn't even there. But for now, here and with AJ it was a fun ride that she didn't want to get off from. "Are you ... busy right now or do you care for showing me how one would push through that designer rip off scented pack of commoners?!" Shrugging cutely the brunette was by now a master at turning her superficiality into a funny anecdote or simply an adorable quirk. "It's always more eficient in two I suppose!"

[ANTHONY JOSHUA HEARST]

we'll walk this road together

through the storm

Laughing slightly at her request, Anthony looked up at the crowd in front of CeeCee then glanced back at the stands to look towards where his parents were sitting. After a few seconds, Anthony pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and sent a text to his mother to let her know he was going to be watching the parade with a friend and not to wait up for him after since he would just catch a cab home if he needed to. Anthony was constantly teased mercilessly by his parents for being a mama's boy but his mother genuinely worried about him and his baby sister. His friends could call him a mama's boy all they wanted, but if all it took was a simple text to keep his mother from worrying then he was going to do it. It didn't hurt him to check in with her from time to time and he knew that she could enjoy whatever she was doing a lot more then if she were worried about her kids. It was why AJ constantly made sure his sister was checking in with their mother as well.

"Ok lets go and stay close." AJ said as he slipped his cell back into his pocket and looked up at CeeCee. Taking her hand, AJ stepped in front of the brunette and gently pulled her through the crowd making sure he didn't let go of her hand. He could feel her behind him and knew that he had probably earned a few dirty looks from other people but what did he care. The parade was one of those events where you were bound to be bumped around and jostled whether you wanted to be or not and AJ just made sure that nobody tried to push CeeCee out of the way . He didn't care if they pushed him around but since he had dragged CeeCee into the sea of bodies he felt somewhat responsible for her so didn't want to see her get hurt by crabby people.

It took him a bit to push through people but finally in the end AJ found himself up front and pulled CeeCee forward to stand in front of him. He knew he could have stood next to her so that they'd both have a clear view of the parade but with CeeCee in front of him, AJ could make sure nobody bumped into her from behind. Plus it wasn't as if she was so tall that he couldn't see what was going on. Placing his hands on her hips, AJ leaned forward a bit and smiled as he said: "There now. Isn't this so much better then standing in the back and only seeing the top of people's heads and the top half of the floats?"

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[VALERIE ROSE MONTCLAIR]

Valerie never minded social gatherings, or places full of people. She was born and raised in New York after all, and she had spent the last year in a school where she was constantly with a lot of people, even when she was asleep, since she was staying at the dormitories. She was used of this by now, but she couldn't help and felt as if she was suffocating sometimes, especially when there weren't any familiar people around she could talk to in order to keep her busy and get her mind off of it. She looked around her a bit disoriented. For a minute she thought she saw someone she knew but she was mistaken, so a small sigh escaped the brunette's lips. She spotted an armchair in a corner by a window and she quickly moved there and sat down, looking outside at the parade. Something to drink miss? Val snapped out of her thoughts and turned around to look at the waitress that was standing above her, holding a tray full of glasses. Valerie shook her head negatively No thank you. Maybe later

[/color] she replied politely with a small smile. She was ready to turn back on the window, when she suddenly spotted Ceecee and Anthony. She stood up ready to go say hello, but she noticed them leaving together so she sat back down and looked back outside, threading her fingers through her long black hair and resting her chin in her palm gazing outside. She regretted not bringing a book or a magazine with her to keep herself occupied, but apparently she was too into the holidays spirit to remember how these "gatherings" usually turned out to be for her. The brunette let out a deep exhale.

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Oh what a joy! Note sarcasm. Her mother had spotted her, so apparently it was time for her to be dragged around the room like a circus attraction, or a freak show. Which she often thought she was but that was another story. She flicked her hair and stood up, a smile plastered on her lips as she approached. Of course anyone who knew her well would know that it was one of her fake smiles, but who really had the time or cared to know her around here? Apparently she was just raised to marry into a rich family, preferably with a name or of aristocratic decent like her, just like her mother wished, in order to strengthen her own family, and get involved with charity and cultural events like her mother. "Darling you remember Mrs. Van Der Kamp[/color] her mother said when she finally approached. Valerie tilted her head slightly Yes of course. How do you do?[/color] she asked politely after a small handshake. So Marilyn tells me that her son, James, started his freshman year at NYU. He is a fine young gentleman. I believe you know him?[/color]. Valerie resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead she just nodded yes with her head I do. He used to go to Roosevelt, and I've seen him around once or twice[/color] Valerie replied with a rather bored tone Oh you two should definitely meet properly dear. Now excuse me Marilyn. I think I see Penelope and I must say hello. Valerie will you join me?[/color] Valerie nodded once again and followed her mother after she gave mrs Van der Kamp a small smile It wouldn't hurt you to show some more excitement about meeting James[/color] her mother scolded after they were out of hearing distance. Val rolled her eyes I'm not interested in meeting James mother. He is a burned mind that his only concern is where to get the best marijuana in town and his parents bought his way into NYU[/color]. Claire gasped and turned to glare at her daughter, but Val just shrugged What? It's the truth! The only one who doesn't see it is his mother. And this is because he is pretending in front of her in order to keep getting money[/color] she replied. After another glare and a few more meetings with people she wasn't the least interested in, Valerie was finally excused to go wherever she wanted. She gratefully sighed in relief and disappeared back to the corner where she was sitting before.
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[CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD]

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Watching AJ pull out his cell-phone, texting someone, CeeCee waited patiently. She was in no particular hurry and from his demeanor she could tell he was informing someone else about the hold up. It didn't bother her. Actually she was quite happy that he took the time to spend with her. Sure, the premise had been to try the parade on her own but with a little tweaking she could maybe get away with settling for watching it with a 'new' person instead?! After all, wasn't moving on necessarily attached with the new car smell of change ... and change meant replacing things, not cutting them away. Maybe what the brunette had to realize was that if she couldn't have one thing, that didn't necessarily mean she couldn't settle for another. If life closed one door it usually opened two others. Maybe those alternatives would always have the fowl scent of second best but that was still superior to going completely without. It was not true that there was only one love - maybe only one 'love of ones life' - but just as every feeling, love came in many shades and forms.

Smiling brightly the stylish brunette let AJ take her hand and turn her around while her body was still acting mildly rag-doll like. Following him, hoofing it in her spiky heels, CeeCee gave each and every person an apologetic smile that looked her way after being pushed aside by the determined boy. She had brought her other hand up, close to her face so her bent arm could keep the public at least a few inches away. She didn't need her face pushed into some polyester extensions or some fake fur collar. Maybe it was profane to look down on the middle and lower classes but to the rich girl's defense most of the clichés fit very well! She didn't argue the fact they were people, equally as her. She wasn't a better being just because her jacket cost more than anyone here made in a month. But through the money she thought herself to be equipped with better tools and skills to master life than anyone with a middle class budget ever could be. It was a privilege, yes, still it was also a reason of vanity. That she couldn't deny.

As AJ stopped right up front at the little barrier CeeCee was already excited, but as he made space and placed her before him - literally first row - the brunette was just grateful! Laughing at the mere spirit that seemed so tangible down here ... the fun and joy everyone went through, that transcended over to every being in the group, like a communal effort at happiness. It cheered the girl up like a happy pill. Feeling his company's hands on her hips again Charlize let hers rest on top, before gently grasping them and wrapping his arms from behind around her waist. Feeling the tall body push against her from behind, a certain notion of security adding to her comfort, the brunette rested her head sideways against AJ's watching the groups pass by. Here she was now, minutes ago standing in the cold pondering if trying to come up with a new Thanksgiving tradition was a bad thing, being more than content with how it had turned out in the end. Fate was a funny funny thing it appeared.

Turning her head slightly CeeCee gazed sideways at AJ's face up close before leaning in quickly to kiss his cheek. "Thanks ..." she said silently. Just so it carried over the music and the cheers. Their heads staid close together, eyes lingering on each other as the music started to grow silent, so it seemed. Brushing her lips against each other the tension was imminent, if only for a few seconds. Coming closer again, this time to AJ's lips, CeeCee parted hers slightly. Glistening in the faint sun like covered in tiny snow crystals. It would've happened, almost ... but before they could connect a paper streamer blew up into their faces from a funny clown prancing along the parade's sidelines. Shrieking mildly Charlize brought her hand up to brush the garland out of her face with a sunny laughter. Visibly relieved after a tiny little shock the 20-year old shook her head lightly, her face looking forth again smiling. She pulled AJ's arms around her waist tighter again. Being happy with just the way it was.

[DORIAN EARL GRAY]

For weeks now the boys who shared an apartment in Brooklyn together had planned today's events like it was the assassination of JFK. Truth of the matter the plan had gone under the codename 'Operation Memphis' for a while but then Caleb found that comparing one of the most iconic presidents of all times to a turkey filled with helium was a bit tough. So they had unanimously voted on 'Operation Turkey Stuffing' as the final title. Dorian had been trying to point out it was a tad to descriptive over the ACTUAL plan but his model pals didn't quite understand the problem. But since they weren't to actually assassinate the president of the United States there was probably no reason in worrying. It was a clean and simple gag that boys their age would make. Clean fun, (almost) no harm. It was about setting a hilarious statement, not about destruction and shame as people would probably judge it to be. They were motivated by the anticipation of planting the glowing seed of joy in people's hearts not fear or anger. That was about as poetic as Dorian could think this to be.

Checking the fixing of the Sylvester rocket in the banister of the staircase, pointing out the window the boys were ready to launch their attack. All they had to wait on was the special guest of the evening. "Cal get into position, Adam, the lighter." Beau took the rains demanding. Silence arose in the building as everyone glanced at the boy dumbfounded. "DUDE!" Dorian gasped after realizing his friend had obviously forgotten his main duty. Rolling his eyes at the pathetically shrugging blond who scratched the back of his head excusing Dori reached for a pack of smokes in his jeans. Luckily there was still a lighter inside there since he usually didn't bring one. Asking girls for fire was the best way to get in contact after all. "You owe me man!" he urged his friend, getting into position behind the fuse while Caleb scouted out of the next window for the turkey to get into position, holding his hand up to show it wasn't there yet. "Okay man ... it's coming into place ... 3 ... 2 ... 1!"

Waving his hand wildly Cal signaled Dorian to pull the trigger - IE ignite the fuse - and he did so quickly. The sparks started to fly as all three guys backed away behind a corner in the staircase wall. A hiss sounded and after a quick flash of light the room filled with smoke as the rocket darted out the window. Laughing frantically the triplets came out of their hiding, the dust settling quickly. Scrambling at the little open window they could see directly to the gaping hole, lined in burned polyester, through which the fat bird lost it's helium as it slowly sank down. People were looking at the descending balloon, suddenly the marching band started to run away, some dropping their instruments. A few girls squealed like chicken and the name of the lord was used copiously ... all to the frantic amusement of the three friends who found this MORE than delightful. Actually they were laughing their asses off. "Alright guys ..." Dorian whispered funnily suspicious pulling his friends back. "... let's gather our stuff and split!" Getting their things together quickly, still laughing heartily, they made their way downstairs again and bolted out of the emergency exit door. Looking down the backstreet all they could see was a pile of half deflated polyester. This had been a great success ... BOOYAH!

[LEX]

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LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE NUMBERS!!!

LOCALS
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Posts as following:

• CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD - 3 POSTS
  
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GIRLS
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• CLAIRE ELIZABETH WALDGRAVE - 1 POSTS
  
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