Beverly Shores | Official Thread


He was taken back by everything that was said. Feeling a bit hurt by the fact that Lysander clearly wasn’t into conspiracy theories and was mocking him did hurt his pride ego, but he just shrugged it off. “It’s his lost” was all he could think.
He pulled out his phone and saw two texts. Scanning the text, he realized one was from Davit. His brother had actually sent him a text. Turning his attention back to Lysander, he forced a smile, no longer caring for a conversation with someone who didn’t see things the same way. “It’s a shame you don’t see things with an open perspective but maybe with due time, you will see the truth.” he chuckled. “maybe in the future when you have accepted the truth, we can continue this fun conversation. But until then mach’s gut.”

With that being said, he took his leave. Looking back at his phone he looked at his email. He slowly came to a stop while reading it. “Isabella has been kidnapped…” He stood there, trying to understand what he just read. Standing there, staring at his phone for a good 5 minute. Snapping out of it, he sends a text to Rowan.

Hey. We need to talk ASAP! <


@LunaticLeviTheSecond Lysander | Rowan.

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Lysander

Lysander wondered if he’d gone too far and if this man’s feelings were hurt too much for him not to apologize, but then he saw his smug face and Lysander wanted to do it all again. Then he started with his bulls*t again. “It’s a shame you don’t see things with an open perspective but maybe with due time, you will see the truth.” He said, thinking he was clever. “How do you know what’s truth and what’s lies when you assume stories are true? But never mind, if I want the truth I’ll just read Harry Potter since you seem to think the truth involes magic, half human half animal beings and a person being able to be born from a man’s forhead. Tell you what, if I ever accept what you think is truth and believe it, you can sign me into a mental hospital. Just make sure it’s not the same mental hospital somebody will force you into when they realize the crazy bull you believe.” When he started to go Lysander said “Thank God. Oh excuse me, Thank Zeus you’re going.” And he turned his attention towards the sad man. He didn’t know if he should approach him or not, but he wanted to do something.
The only constant thing in Lysander’s life was pain and Lysander has a love-hate relationship with pain. On one hand it criples him and leaves him wanting nothing to do with life, begging to see his brother again when he dies … On the other if he lost the pain and the emotions and he forgave himself for his brother’s death … He would have nothing left in life … And he doesn’t really want to forget his brother and go through life happy as if his brother never existed.
He can’t help his pain, it’s been with him a long time and it’ll be with him a long time yet. But when he sees other people in simmilar amounts of pain he feels more seen and heard, it’s the one way he bonds with people. Except he doesn’t want to wallow in self-pity with those people, no … He wants them to have the relief he never had and helps them get better.
Lysander didn’t even realize it, but he slowly sauntered over to the man and asked him. “Hello there, why the long face?” He tried to lighten the mood before asking “No, but seriously, What’s the matter? Feel free to unleash your burden on me.”

@SotaForgotten - Gurgen
@Tina.G - Ezra

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Jorge stood there in the memory still. Really missing his baby sister at this moment. He was so worried about her. He knew if she could… she would have contacted him by now. They were so close. He couldn’t help but feel like this was somehow his fault. Then Davit said “we will find her.” Jorge nodded. “Yes, we will bro.” Jorge was so lost not knowing if his sister was okay or not. He looked to Davit. He didn’t know what to say or do in this moment. He had not fully processed the fact that his sister was missing. He never took the time for it to really hit him. Jorge fell to the floor crying as he the reality hit him hard.



@SotaForgotten | Davit



Tommy saw Helen look over her shoulder at him. He held up his hand to say one moment. As he was about to head over to her and Dave, he heard someone say “oof!” He recognized the voice as none other than his baby sister Rayla. He was shocked and confused to hear her since she said she wasn’t coming on this trip. Rayla had moved here with him six years ago. She had been living with him and everything. She was actually at the house the night him and Quincy broke up. “Rayla?” He said as he turned around to see her on the ground. He helped her up. He was sure everyone was looking and wondering who she was. Since nobody really knew they were related.

Tommy did stuff with acting while Rayla was a singer. “Where is your bags?” He asked Rayla as he looked back over to Helen and Dave. He was so worried it was about to get ugly fast. He didn’t need this in the tabloids. Fixing a bad image is harder than having a good image. So, he watched Helen and Dave as he helped his baby sister get her bags. “I thought you weren’t coming Rayla. What changed your mind?” He asked really curious to know.



@SotaForgotten | Rayla
Mentioned: @LunaticLeviTheSecond |Dave (After Dave says the kiss meant something to him… Tommy will come in and tell them to take it private. with his baby sister in tow. lol)
Mentioned: @Tina.G | Helen

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“Hello there, why the long face?” Ezra took a long, deep breath. Forehead still pressed to the counter. He held it in. He was so done with these Beverly brats and there showy antics. He released it. “No, but seriously, What’s the matter? Feel free to unleash your burden on me.” He turned his head looking at—an attractive man. Lips pressed together, Ezra smiled painfully at this irony. Literally part of his problem, a reason they had been arguing.

With, he was almost confident, red rimmed eyes Ezra sat up turning in his chair to face this man. He didn’t recognize him, so he wondered if he lived in Beverly Shores or if we were also randomly here on vacation. He was trying to memorize all the faces around the block. A sting of guilt hit Ezra momentarily as he thought of Faust. Oh well. “Unleash my burden?” Ezra echoed, but as if we were considering it as a deep question.

He sighed. “Okay. Let’s start from the top. I abandoned my wife when I moved from India six months ago. Then I just watched my wife make out with a—mind you, tall, hot, muscular man barely an hour ago. She doesn’t love me anymore—I… I don’t know if I really love her anymore or if I just love the… security she offered, and get this: I didn’t realize until tonight. I have pretty much cheated on her too. Yes, I haven’t slept with anyone but I have flirted with other people. Something in me wants to argue that it’s my personality, but I’m pretty sure it’s just the way I am. And… oh. I’m technically on the clock. I totally abandoned my job and do feel guilty but not guilty enough to pull myself together and go over there. So… I’m a bad husband—ex husband? And apparently breaking the number one rule of my job. That’s been my night.” Ezra said, fully confident he scared off this man.


@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Lysander

@Jass | Ravi | Mentioned

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゚。 Josie * @Kbail
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Shocked—by the suddenness or maybe the audacity, Shaun shut up real quick as Josie burst out laughing. “Shaun, I’m going to get a cramp from laughing, please stop.” His face hung awkwardly in the balance of a smile and confusion and slight terror. He watched as she plopped down, waiting for her to speak again.

“Well anyways, yes you are a father now.” Shaun hesitantly sat beside her. Slow, as if to not scare off an animal. Hearing her actually say the words sobered him up very quickly. “I’m not sure how you feel about actually being a father…and I’m not sure if you even want anything to do with the kid.” With no hesitation, “I do,” Shaun rushed out. He blushed slightly. “I mean… I do want to be part of our kids life.” It seemed to him that Josie wanted to keep the baby, and calling it “their kid” felt more human than “the child”. It felt less like a joke he was pretending didn’t exist. He lost himself in knowing he had a daughter or son on the way.

“So what’s going on in that noggin of yours…” Shaun took a deep breath. “You… you still have somewhere to live, right? Your husband didn’t kick you out or anything?” He asked, genuinely planning for the worst…. Or maybe the best.

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Danielle

Once Savannah said she wanted the truth he started to tell her more about his life and how he was on the wrong path and about to join a gang but didn’t because of what his dad did, but he did end up turning it around and going into the military. “Oh wow, i’m sorry that your dad did that to you that is awful. But I guess in a good way it’s a good thing you didn’t join because you may not be here right now or with me.”

Savannah chugged her drink and took a deep breath not forgetting that he wanted to know more about her. “Well since you were honest I will be honest as well but I will start it off easy. I am the oldest, I have a younger brother and sister who are twins. When I was 8 years old my parents put me in a local theatre class while they were at work and my little siblings were at day care. One night my parents came to a show I had and I guess a manager and producer were there and they thought I would be a great actress and the manager wanted to sign me and m parents instantly said yes. When I was 14 I got on to this singing show which I was shocked about as I never sang in front of anyone before so I did not think I would get the part but I did. That is when I learned I really like singing and wanted to do that more than act. So I started a youtube channel and stuff and posted videos of me singing. But after 17 when the show ended things changed, and I don’t speak or see either of my parents, and I will talk to my siblings but we don’t talk too too much since we are all busy.” Savannah figured if he wanted to know what happened when she turned 17 and how things changed then she will tell him.

@ChayChay05 - Cole

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And there it was, the look that Marco wanted to see for a good while; he could recall packing up 10 types of robes he needed, with the majority being sheer enough to be folded into a small makeup bag, knowing that something like this would happen. The delicate nature of this robe was something worthy to tantalize, and this immense excitement before going to the real deal was something Marco was quite excited to begin once he could kneel down and pray to his one true believer. Before that could happen, however, a knock was heard from against his side, giving him an expression of disbelief. Isn’t this a reserve? This place is small!

How fates toy him once he could hear the door’s knock sounding aggressive as every step came in to a defeated Blake. Those bedroom eyes would soon switch to panic as Blake went closer to the door. “You gotta be f##king sh##ting me!” His delicate nature scratched as he quickly stood up, his gaze a rising fire as he tried to stop the man. “You better come back here or this silk georgette will flow right back in my shoulders, you hear me. I will-” A creaking sound emerged as Marco stepped away with his eyes widen, teeth clenched.

A woman with tattoos was the suspect to all the noise, but he sensed a different attitude from her as she glued to Blake with a familiar look on one’s prey. Disdain was nothing but prevalent to him, but he did what he usually did as he calmly sat on the bench with a faint smile to hide all those angers. These b!tches, assuming something bad happened when the best he did was rub pennies on a slimy board. Naturally, from the fake smiles they produced, he could’ve been in a toothpaste commercial. A laugh was heard from the sauna, clapping from the steaming tension as he looked at them both with such amusement. “I wouldn’t worry, lady; I’m sure this isn’t your first time seeing two people of the same gender simply enjoying a nice time at a sauna. Right, Mr. Palamo?” Marco stood up from the bench, covering his robe like a towel, getting closer as he grabbed Blake’s shoulder, tightly gripping to make him feel that seething feeling he has from making a stupid action.

“I find it quite interesting that there’s some form of a mix-up, though. You were saying that Mr. Palamo never wrote anything, and he said that he did. I wonder what’s the truth. I thought we’d be here all alone talking all about the gossip of the entertainment industry. Che carico di m3rda di maiale.” Looking towards Blake, his eyes felt a certain emptiness despite a smile being effortlessly present, squinting as if he was ready to make a sarcastic comment, “Are you sure you reserved for anything, Mr. Palamo?” Of course, he was mad at both parties, so why not aggravate the other? Turning in the direction of the woman, his tight grip on Blake became smooth as he caressed his shoulders, rubbing it as his voice mellowed with the same bedroom eyes looking at the girl. Not to seduce, but to mock. “Or did you think of something much more exciting after a night of good drinks? A hard bottle of Campari, maybe?”

His cackle was heard once more, still fondling over Blake until he rested upon his shoulder, his face looking opposite to both of them. He looked at those benches and saw his past self with a look that marked embarrassment. What he thought would simply be pleasure became another night of shame. A soft whisper came to Blake as he went closer to his ear, his tone differing to something more ragged and aggressive: “I didn’t know you had a thing for tattoos; you better be planning on something or this pretty &ss is tapping out. You can have her googly eyes for all you want after this; I don’t 4king care; you invited me to be blue-balled? Mi prendi in giro, amico? Huh?!”

Stepping away from Blake, he looked at both parties as he stared at them, smiling as if he had committed a crime he was so proud of. He wanted to give up and go back to his room, but he knew he would be in a losing battle if he left right then and there. He knew messy celebrities, but even they knew to keep some things private and never opened a door unless prepared. Mostly, he took a sharp stare to Blake, giving him an ultimatum, leaning to the wall with his usual confident stride, “So, Mr. Palamo, what do you want to happen next? Continue on with our conversation? Or maybe add her to the party; of course I did remember a portfolio needing a revision since the client’s neckline was too plunging for her liking. What do you think, miss…”

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@Kbail | Blake

@ChayChay05 | Lucy [mentioned]

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DaveDeHaas

“Long time no see, huh? That’s rich coming from you,” Her words confused Dave. “What do you mean, rich? You’re the one that’s been ignoring my texts all night. You left me on read when I tried to reach you and you tell me I’m at fault for not seeing you the whole night?” He responded back slightly annoyed. He wasn’t angry and didn’t want to get too angry at her knowing he also kissed another girl.
“You don’t get to look annoyed at me for being upset when you’re the one making out with random girls at a pool while I’m supposed to be your date. Do I look like I was born yesterday?” She said. It was only when she said this that Dave got angry. She just said they were supposed to look as if they were on a date, when she was the one ignoring his messages when he was trying to find her. “I’m not annoyed at you for being upset, I’m angry at you for ignoring me when I’ve been trying to reach you the whole night.” He came closer to her and didn’t realize how scary somebody so much bigger and bulkier than you closing the distance with an angry expression can be. “And now you blame me for not being on our fake date? For your information, me and Ravneet were looking for you, and maybe that kiss wouldn’t have happened if you did your part of the deal and didn’t ignore your date. And don’t you dare bring the fact somebody might’ve seen because I’m wasn’t born yesterday either. Because I’m pretty sure people wouldn’t magically believe that two people are dating when the girl keeps ignoring her boyfriend and spending her time in the company of another man, and if I hadn’t kissed Ravi tonight, I’m sure nobody would be convinced our relationship was real.” He took a deep breath, having realized if he shouted any more he would loose his voice. A silence arose and Dave filled it with the guilt for saying the kiss meant nothing in front of Ravi. Having it on his mind, even though no comment was made on the kiss, he defended the kiss. “And that kiss meant more to me than you’ll ever know. I’m glad you ignored me because it helped me realized I need an out from you and this relationship, especially if you’re going to be this distant and then blame everything failing on me. Who knows, maybe I’ll seek Ravi out to explore this, but whatever happens, I know I don’t want to fake this anymore. I’d kiss her again if I could.” He stepped back and looked at Tommy, who suggested they take this to a private place. Helen backed that idea up. Dave didn’t like that idea. He didn’t want to be taken to a place just for her to yell at him again for something she is also guilty off. “NO!” He shouted and gotten the attention of some people around them. “I’d have no problem being yelled at if I were the only one to blame for this fake relationship not working out, but I won’t be yelled at by the same person who is also making no effort at it and actually made it to the news with another man.” He looked at Tommy but kept talking to Helen. “If you really are that bad in a relationship, I pity the next guy you’re with.” He turned around. “Now excuse me, I need to figure things out, and you’re not helping, just like always.” That last comment was mean and vindictive, but Dave isn’t really all that mature and you can’t ask that of him. This arguement was the most maturity he’s ever shown.
@Tina.G - Helen
@ChayChay05 - Tommy
@SotaForgotten - Rayla
@Jass - Ravi nentioned and Im hoping she overhears a part of the convo

ORP: Just FYI He’s refferencing that post on the socials about Tommy being caught between Helen and Quincy

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The smile on Lucy’s face and the way she was staring at him made Blake automatically smile back. He felt flustered at the mixup which caused him to look down at the floor, but he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. He was about to say something when he heard Marco let out a loud cackle while clapping his hands. The sound echoed through the Sauna like a flashing light. He quickly turned his head to look at him.

“I wouldn’t worry, lady; I’m sure this isn’t your first time seeing two people of the same gender simply enjoying a nice time at a sauna. Right, Mr. Palamo?”

Blake knew that he was jealous at this point which slightly amused him. Blake faced her again and opened his mouth to say something when he felt Marco’s fingers grip his shoulder. The grip was possessive and it sent chills down his body. It was surprising because his footsteps were so light against the floor, he didn’t even know he was actually walking up to them. “Oh god.” He thought while letting out a sigh and looking up at the ceiling. There was a part of him that wanted to whisper sorry to Lucy because he knew that the venom Marco could release on her would be viscous.

Marco started questioning them and that was when he heard him say something that sounded French - no…it was Italian. A small chill overcame his body despite himself. The sound of him speaking Italian was something that he felt he needed more of. He recognized some of the words and knew that he was definitely angry. He didn’t know much Italian but he definitely knew what that meant.

“Are you sure you reserved for anything, Mr. Palamo?”

Blake turned his head to meet Marco’s eyes. They looked dark and threatening but also alluring. “Yes…I’m sure…” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

He felt Marco lean into him and whisper in his ear. He wasn’t even sure if Lucy could hear it but his words sounded sharp. Blake’s eyes met Lucy’s again. This situation felt awkward but he felt desire building up inside of him. He turned his neck to press his lips against Marco’s ear and whispered. He gripped his shoulder in a way that was both soft and strong. “Stop…Don’t let this ruin our night.” He made sure his voice was stern but full of desire. He didn’t want this night to be ruined over a misunderstanding and he was silently kicking himself for it.

Marco walked away as if he was satisfied but then he started taunting Lucy and joked bitterly that they should add her to the party. This made Blake lean his body against the door and cover his face, slightly laughing.

“Well, first of all she has a husband so I don’t think that would be very convenient.” He responded sarcastically. He looked back at Marco to see his reaction before looking at Lucy again. “and…Lucy. We were kinda in the middle of something here but I’m sorry for the mixup” He let out an awkward laugh that was also filled with nervousness of this night being ruined. “Did Steven come on the trip with you?” Without realizing it, he rubbed his chest under his robe, which exposed more of his skin. He didn’t want to close the door in her face so he waited for her to say something else. After this door was closed he would do anything to make up for this with Marco, and he meant anything.

@ChayChay05 - Lucy
@cordyx - Marco

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Helen felt a surge of frustration as she met Dave’s gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.“You left me on read when I tried to reach you and you tell me I’m at fault for not seeing you the whole night?” She took a breath, steeling herself against the eruption of emotions. “Oh, please. Is it really my fault that I missed one message while I was changing out of my travel outfit?” she countered, her tone sharper than she intended. “Look, I get that we should be seen together but we don’t have to be joined at the hip every waking hour. That’s not realistic.”

Helen saw the building moment his features turned from annoyance to anger. Instincts kicking in, she took an involuntary step back, trying to create some distance between them. She could feel her cheeks burning hot, a deep crimson creeping up from her neck to her face, amplifying her sense of vulnerability. She hadn’t given much thought to how intimidating his size could be, especially in moments like this when he was visibly upset. “Dave,” she said soberly, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to sound firm.

I’m sure nobody would be convinced our relationship was real.” Helen stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and hostility mingled with that fierce brand of confidence that had always defined her. “You really think yelling at me is going to change anything?” she shot back, her voice finally steadying out despite the intensity of the moment. She maintained her new distance, unfazed by his towering presence. “You really want to blame our manager for being the only one who’s had my back—and your back! Yes, I have had to have Tommy talk me into pushing through. Let’s get one thing straight: this whole ‘fake date’ scenario doesn’t give you a free pass to throw around blame like it’s…confetti! If you wanted to keep up the charade, then follow the script, right? Not dive into the deep end with Ravneet while I’m left playing the supporting role of foreigner mooching off famous stud football player for a green card. You’re acting like I’m the one who betrayed the terms of our agreement. If you would have—let’s see, not have done this publicly I really wouldn’t have cared, Dave.”

“And that kiss meant more to me than you’ll ever know.” The initial rush of anger morphed into a mix of confusion and a flicker of guilt. She had come into this with confidence and self-assurance, but now she could feel the weight of their unfolding mess pressing down heavily on her shoulders. “I’d kiss her again if I could.” She crossed her arms defensively, but it was more out of instinct than true need for protection.


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“NO!”

Helen felt the heat rise to her cheeks, the embarrassment overwhelming her more than the bite of Dave’s words. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from deep sadness, but from the sting of being publicly scorned in front of people. “Dave—” she started, her voice trembling slightly as she fought to regain her composure. She swallowed hard, trying to push back the wave of emotion threatening to spill over. “That’s not fair. You know I’ve tried—”

The humiliation only deepened as heads turned, curious eyes flicking toward them. The gaze of her peers felt like a suffocating weight, and for a fleeting moment, she considered retreating to escape the scrutiny.

He ignored her, choosing instead to throw another barb in her direction. “If you really are that bad in a relationship, I pity the next guy you’re with.” Helen’s breath caught in her throat at the cruelty of his words. The tears that had been threatening to fall now brimmed in her eyes, ready to spill over, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. “Wow,” she gaped, throat closing up before she could say anything more.

Dave turned away, dismissing her as though she were nothing more than an inconvenience. “Now excuse me, I need to figure things out, and you’re not helping, just like always.” The last remark felt like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she stood there, torn between anger and hurt. She wanted to shout something back, wanted to defend herself, but the tears threatened to slip free, and she bit down on her lip, fighting the urge.

~

Seventeen.

As Helen stood there, feeling the weight of Dave’s harsh words pressing down on her, a familiar fog began to drift in, dulling the sharp edges of her reality. The shouts and the stares faded into a haze as she felt herself slip back in time, back to when she was seventeen—not long before all the warmth and stability she had known unraveled.

That was the age when she first got accepted for her first big modeling gig, the excitement thrumming in her veins as she pictured the lights, the runway, the applause. But that happiness was short-lived.

In her mind, she could see the bustling cityscape outside the casting studio, how it gleamed under the afternoon sun and hummed with the excitement of opportunity. She had just landed one of her first significant modeling gigs, and the thrill of it surged through her like electric current. All the late nights, the rehearsals, and the dreams of strutting down runways felt like they had culminated in this moment of triumph.

And then came the crash—the call that turned everything upside down. “Urgent medical attention needed,” and “next of kin” thrown around. Around her skull. A wave of fear roared through her as she remembered how she had rushed to the hospital.

Her father, who had always been her biggest supporter, had looked at her with that proud smile. “คุณเข้าใจแล้วเฮเลน” คุณจะแสดงให้พวกเขาเห็นทั้งหมด (You’ve got this, Helen. You’ll show them all.)” He had given her a pep talk that morning, empowering her to embrace this milestone. But that was before. Before everything had changed in an instant.

She recalled the sterile smell of the hospital, cold and unwelcoming, the overwhelming feeling of isolation. Her brother, so full of life with dreams of his own, now confined to a bed, his laughter replaced with silence. She could almost hear the echo of her own cries as she struggled to process it all—two orphans, just like that.

Suddenly, the joy she felt about her accomplishments felt hollow. All that promise had dulled into the reality of loss and devastation that shifted everything she thought she knew about her world. It felt surreal, like she was watching someone else’s life crumbling apart in slow motion.

“Helen!” The noise of the present snapped her back. The shouting blunted, replaced by a suffocating silence where the weight of her memories suddenly felt unbearable. She blinked rapidly as tears brimmed in her eyes, angering her as she fought against the haze of memories. “No,” she mouthed, steadying herself. She was here, now, in this moment. This wasn’t what she wanted to recall, not now. Not ever.

And then, just as abruptly as the memory had come, she snapped back to the present.

She had busted her lip, a tinge of copper flavored blod in her mouth. Helen took a step back, heart racing as she attempted to reclaim some dignity in the face of scorn, even as her stomach twisted with regret and humiliation. She opened her mouth. She closed it. The embarrassment mixed with anger made her feel sick. She just needed a moment to breathe.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, “I’m not perfect, Dave. So go ahead and figure things out without me. Just remember that I’m not the one making a spectacle of this situation.” Helen shot Dave one last look, her heart pounding in her chest. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt, almost surprising herself with the firmness she managed to muster. “I—I need a moment, too.”



@ChayChay05 | Tommy

@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Dave

@Jass | Ravneet | Mentioned

Orp | Helen has not scurried off yet, I’m thinking Tommy has to stop them :sob:(?)

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Davit watch as the man fall to the ground, the reality seeking in. He took a sharp breath in, turning his attention elsewhere to give Jorge a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure if this was the best course of action, but sometimes one just needs to let it out. He had planned to help comfort him after a moment or two, but when he looked back, his resolve broke. The man was truly in despair. But Davit couldn’t help but wonder about that special bon Jorge and Isabella both held for each other. They were close. They were family, and that family was whole. Something he couldn’t have, nor related to. He felt slightly jealous of them for having each other. It was something he had always wanted but it seemed impossible for him to obtain. Still unable to fully understand Jorge pain on the same scale, Davit could feel some of the same emotions as Jorge, guilt. He has always imagined himself as someone who would of protected Isabella from everything and anything yet here he is, unable to fulfill that promise to her.

His eyes darted to the blood on the wall to the trash spread out on the ground, to Jorge. The emotions he kept bottled up seemed to have found a way out, causing a panic attack. The room started to blur as he tried to focus on one thing, Jorge. His breathing became fast and heavy, as his heart beat faster. His thoughts raced, and soon his vision was nothing but a blur.

In the mist of his anxiety attack, he had stumbled outside out the house, leaving the door open as he made his way to the sidewalk. The fresh cool air was slowly being him back to his senses. Without a second thought, he took off running. The gush of wind felt nice yet icy against his exposed skin, bringing him back to his senses. He stopped running but realized he didn’t know where he was at. He reached for his phone, but soon realized it was gone. He must of dropped it during that sudden run.

Pulling out his wallet, he felt slightly relieved to at least have one thing. Glancing around he noticed a taxi was heading in his direction. Feeling as if luck was on his side he held his hand out for it. When the taxi pulled over and stopped, he raced to it and got in the back seat.
“Where to?”
He paused… Jorge had driven them there, while he was napping. He never bothered to ask for the address. Panicked he blurted out an address he thought he longed have forgotten. His childhood home address.


@ChayChay05 Jorge


Rayla POV

With Tommy helping her back on her feet, she brushed herself off. “I wanted to surprise you! And I realized this would be the perfect opportunity to actually camp with you!” she couldn’t help the excitement when her brother had helped her. “my bag?” Looking around, she momentarily had forgotten she had brought her bag. “Oh my bag! It’s by the door.” she lead the way to the door, being oblivious to the others around.


@ChayChay05 Tommy sorry it’s short

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Cole smiled at Savannah. Of course he hadn’t told her everything. His father beat him more than just the one time. Savannah words were sweet. Nobody ever apologized to him before for the things he had been through. This was different. This felt… well it felt different as well. “Well, it could have been worse. I mean I’m alive. So, you know that’s a good thing.” He chuckled trying to lighten the mood some.

Cole listened as Savannah talked. He loved her voice. He could listen to her talk for hours and not be bothered. “Well that’s cool you started out with acting then went to singing. May I ask what changed? I mean if you don’t want ot go into details you don’t have to.” He said trying to let her know she only needs to share what she is comfortable with telling him.



@Kate | Savannah



Jorge cried for a while. When he finally gathered himself. He slowly got up and wiped his face. He started to look around for Davit and realized he was gone. Jorge was so confused by this. He looked all over the mansion. Davit was nowhere inside. He walked outside and on the ground he saw Davit’s phone. He looked around but didn’t see him. “DAVIT!” Jorge called out. He did this a few times and nothing. He sure did start to feel guilty not only about his sister but now Davit was missing as well.



@SotaForgotten | Davit

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Lucy stood there… kind of shocked by how the guy was acting. However, she didn’t let anything that @$$hat said or did bother her in anyway. Yes, her and Blake had fun together, and yes there might have been sexual tension there. However, she was a married woman after all. At least that was what she told herself in this moment. That is what she would portray to anyone in this moment. Honestly in this moment Lucy was feeling all sorts of ways. She wasn’t sure how to express anything right now. She figured her and Blake would talk more about it later. Lucy wanted to laugh at how jealous the guy seemed. There was nothing actually ever going on between her and Blake. They had fun flirting here and there and sure sparks flew when they were alone. However, neither of them has ever acted on it. Sure, they might eye f^ck each other, but that’s as far as it ever went. She refrained from rolling her eyes at the awkward situation.

The way the guy clutched onto Blake was something to see. That is how Lucy knew the guy was jealous. There was no reason for him to be jealous though. Lucy wanted to say that so badly but didn’t want to make things worse for Blake. This situation was pretty awkward for her. However, she wouldn’t let it show on her part how awkward she felt. It wasn’t the fact it was two men enjoying time together. That honestly didn’t bother Lucy. The part that bothered Lucy was that it was Blake… Just the other week at the yacht party they were about to leave together when her husband showed up and ruined it all. Lucy was determined to one day and somehow get to have the moment with Blake that she missed out on that night. Lucy loved Steven. She really did. She just was confused and honestly Steven was away a lot. Which was really hard on her.

So, Lucy decided to smile and play all sweet an innocent. “I do have a husband, Blake you are right.” She said making sure the guy whoever he was could hear her. Since he had walked away from the door by the time she spoke again. After a moment she continued to speak “Yes, I can see y’all were in the middle of something. In all honesty I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys. For that I apologize. I didn’t see it on the paper that it was reserved. So, I came over to see if it was free or not for Steven and I.” She took a breath and downed her drink in her hand. "So, to answer your question, Blake. Yes, Steven is here with me. Well, you guys have fun. Again, I’m truly sorry for the interruption and mix-up as well.

Part of her wanted to lean in and whisper something to Blake, however she knew that Mr. Nosy @$$ would want to know what she said. She debated for a minute if she should say something or not. Then she decided that she had to. She had to tell Blake they needed to talk later. Lucy leaned in slightly. She then whispered to Blake “We need to talk later…” Then she stood back up straight. “Well, I’m sure I will see y’all around. Have a good night you two.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. So, with that she turned to walk off. Part of her hoped Blake would come in the hall to her. The other part hoped he would let her just walk away.



@Kbail | Blake
@cordyx | Marco
Mentioned: @CrazyCaliope | Steven

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Tommy listened to Rayla. He walked with her to get her bags. Then he returned to the bar with her. “Look, I will bring your bag to my room. I have two clients I have to go deal with. They are about to cause a scene bigger than we can afford.” He sighed. Helen and Dave were really making a scene of things. “As soon as I’m done with them… I promise I will come back and get you Ray. However, or now I need you to sit here at the bar. Try not to get into any trouble.” He said as he walked away from the bar and slowly made his way over to the two that everyone was staring at.


Helen and Dave


Tommy downed two drinks from the bar before walking over to deal with the immaturity going on between his two clients. He knew they had made a scene, and it wasn’t good for either of their images. He just hoped he could talk some sense into them. He took a deep breath as he walked over to the two of them with a glass of wine in his hand. He looked to both of them. “Stop!” He demanded to them both. He looked to Helen and then to Dave. “One, I hope y’all realize a lot of people are staring at y’all right now. Two, we don’t need this for either of you guy’s images. Three, I don’t think y’all solved anything with what y’all just said to each other. Lastly, I honestly think we should take this to my room where it is private.”

He paused for a moment to take a breath and take a sip of his wine. “When feelings are hurt, we tend to cut each other deeper. Try to dig in the claws as deep as we can. However, neither one of you need this. Not only for the images and reputation but just in general.” He was so confused though. Some of the things Dave said were really harsh and rude. The only reason Helen made it into the tabloids with Tommy at the yacht party was because Dave left her alone and so Tommy was nice enough to join her.

“So, both of you follow me.” He said with a smile. He was trying to ease the tension in the moment. However, if he was being honest with himself… He really wanted to punch Dave for the way he talked to Helen and the things he said to her. However, Dave wasn’t just a client. Dave was also a friend. He knew Helen deserved better than Dave. Tommy knew that Dave’s remark “If you really are that bad in a relationship, I pity the next guy you’re with.” was directed at him. However, he wasn’t sure why Dave threw that his way. He knew Dave didn’t know what was really going on between them. Hell, he just found out himself a few hours ago.

As they walked to Tommy’s room. He kept looking behind them making sure they were both with him. Part of him thought he should make one of them walk in front of him. However, that wasn’t the way it was happening. It was silent, awkward and tension the whole walk to Tommy’s room. Once they arrived there, he unlocked the door and let them both in before walking in himself. He made sure to get Rayla’s bag and bring it in his room. He felt bad about leaving his little sister at the bar to fend for herself. However, he had to deal with this before the paparazzi got wind of it. He took a deep breath as he shut the door behind them closing the three of them in his room. “Now, let’s talk this out and get to the bottom of it yeah?” He said as he watched Helen and Dave.



@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Dave
@Tina.G | Helen
@SotaForgotten | Rayla

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When the taxi pull up, Davit paid the man and left. Looking at the familiar surroundings. Knowing he could find his away around here, he decides to go on a walk. He traveled a little bit, just admiring the scenery and taking in some of the found memories he did have. His feet leading him to an old abandoned house that he and Isabella had claimed as a hang out spot whenever they pleased. He stood in front of the house, amazed that it still stands, the door partly hanging on by one of the hinges, the windows on the house were boarded up, some entirely missing the glass. And the wood on some parts of the exterior looked as if it had begun rotting a few years ago. The weeds were up to his waist. He pushed past the over grown grass and ducked underneath the small opening in the door. Coughing a little due to the dry, dusty air.


Rayla POV


She sat there and huffed. Not wanting to be apart from her brother but clearly he had other plans. She was rather annoyed by this. And what did he mean by "try not to get into trouble?!"

Looking at the waiter, she ordered herself a spiked strawberry lemonade. She needed something to soothe her fuse. Sitting there impatiently, she really wanted to do something…anything. Tapping her food away as she waited… Time seemed to have been moving… when the waiter arrived her she drink she placed a few orders of fireball shots. If she was going to wait, she might as well enjoy some shot. While she waited for her fireball shots to arrive, she drank her spiked strawberry lemonade. The flavors danced on her tongue as she drank it away.


@ChayChay05 Tommy

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LOVE TRIANGLE IN THE BRAZILIAN WILDERNESS? BLAKE RUE PALAMO SPOTTED WITH COUNTRY STAR AND FASHION DESIGNER

Blake Rue Palamo, the renowned Hollywood actor, is currently enjoying a lavish camping getaway in Brazil alongside the well-known country singer Lucy Smith and the stylish fashion designer Marco Manzo. Rumors are swirling about a potential love triangle among the trio, igniting conversations on Twitter as fans speculate about who might capture Palamo’s heart.

“I’m torn… Blake and Lucy have great chemistry, but Marco brings a creative vibe that Blake seems to like!” one fan posted.

Evidence indicates that this isn’t the first occasion Palamo has been spotted alongside both individuals, intensifying the rumors that his relationships with Smith and Manzo may be evolving into something more romantic.

So far, neither Smith nor Manzo has commented on the swirling rumors.

Stay tuned for more updates as we keep our ear to the ground for any developments in this intriguing love triangle!

COMMENTS
Blake P: You chose the worst picture of me you could possibly find
user4534:Did you go into a wood chipper before someone took your picture?
Blaker2007: Did Steven have something to do with the picture in this article?
Blaker2007: It’s not Blake’s fault for being so much better than anybody else, I don’t blame her

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Ravneet


Ravi sat down and leaned back, a faint, almost wistful smile crossing her face. “You remember Ezra, right? The guy I used to talk about? We were just friends while he was in India, and I was still in a relationship back then. But later, when I went to the States for that movie project, we reconnected. It was… different that time.” She looked at Beck, her expression a mixture of nostalgia and something deeper.

“Once we were in the same place again, something just… shifted between us. I’d gone there thinking it was temporary, just a project, but reconnecting with Ezra felt like the universe had something else in mind.” She let out a quiet laugh. “It was so intense - like, all these feelings I didn’t even know were there just came rushing to the surface. Suddenly, I wasn’t just looking at my old friend; I was looking at someone who felt like… home, in a way.”

Her voice softened, and she traced a line along the edge of the couch cushion. “It all happened so fast, too. Before I knew it, we’d fallen headfirst into this whirlwind romance. It felt so right at the time, like everything had aligned just perfectly. But now?” She paused, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Now, I wonder if maybe we mistook all that passion and excitement for something deeper, something lasting.”

Ravi looked back at Beck, searching her face for understanding. “Maybe I was more in love with the idea of us. With the idea that we could take this friendship and build it into something solid. But sometimes… the reality isn’t as perfect as the idea.”

Ravi took a breath, the weight of the last few hours pressing down on her, but there was something else simmering beneath it - a flicker of warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. She looked at Beck, her lips curving into a small, uncertain smile.

“And… it’s strange, you know?” she began, almost hesitant, as if she were surprised at her own words. “Here I am, realizing all these things about my marriage, and then… tonight, I meet someone.” She glanced away, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “He was… different. We talked, laughed - honestly, I felt more like myself than I have in ages.”

She met Beck’s gaze again, her expression somewhere between excitement and disbelief. “His name’s Dave. Completely unexpected, but he has this… energy. We were just talking, and it was easy and fun. And then, before I knew it…” She paused, her cheeks warming slightly. “We kissed.”

Ravi laughed softly, shaking her head. “I didn’t plan it, but it felt… right. I don’t regret it, Beck. Not a bit. For the first time, I felt like I was reconnecting with who I am, with what I want.” Her voice softened, and she looked down, her fingers tracing the edge of her glass. “I know it doesn’t change the situation with Ezra. But maybe it’s a sign that I’m finally ready to be honest with myself… about everything.”


@Kbail | Beck | I’m so sorry for taking so long :sweat:
@Tina.G | Ezra | Mentioned
@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Dave | Mentioned


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DaveDeHaas

When Tommy came back and started scolding them Dave felt as if his father came back from his work when he did someting wrong to shout at him. But Dave didn’t hate him, he always saw Tommy as a second father figure in his life so reprimands when he did someting wrong was common. In fact, he likes being told what to do because he’s lost in this part of his life, being the first time where everythign wasn’t handed ot him because he happened to be good at football and having a certain type of body type. He really wanted to leave Helen and not start a fight, but he trusted Tommy like he was his own family member, so when he told them to sort it out in his room, he nodded and changed his mind. “Now, let’s talk this out and get to the bottom of it yeah?” Tommy asked, to which Dave answered back “Yeah.”
It was only when Tommy came over to be the arbitrator and calmed the situation down that Dave realized he didn’t really mean anything he said to Helen and he really didn’t think that post he read was all that bad. He remembered reading it and knowing she spent more time with him becase he was dealing with something else. “Wouldn’t it be better if we did this in our room though?” Dave reffered to a couple’s room that was booked for Helen and Dave in order for people to not question they’re a couple, where they would sleep together, but Dave would take the couch, of course. Tommy’s room was next door, just in case, with an adjoining door. “Maybe people will assume we’re still a couple if we go to our room together and lock the door … and Tommy you can just join us a minute later using the door in your room that comes into ours.” He cringed a bit everytime he said our room, disliking the idea of having to spend the night in the same room as Helen. He doesn’t dislike her, but he hates the idea of acting like he’s with her even when he’s asleep. He doesn’t mind acting he’s in love with her when there’s a camera and a director in the room, but he hates having to do it every second of his free time. Especially when she’s a stranger to him.
They started walking towards the room, getting ready to talk it out. Dave is afraid though, because he believes he doesn’t know how to fight and that he often gets too heated and says something stupid he’ll regret later on.

@Tina.G
@ChayChay05

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As Danny explained what had been on his mind, Kavi found himself smiling as the man became more embarrassed. Not because his being embarrassed was funny or cute or anything, but because the fact that he was embarrassed meant that he actually cared about learning how to talk about and respond to his disability. It wasn’t something Kavi encountered very often.

“It’s okay to laugh when I make jokes at my own expense, but don’t feel like you have to.” He reassured him, responding to the first of Danny’s concerns. “Other deaf people might feel differently but I don’t mind joking about it. Whether my jokes are funny or not is a different story, but for me at least, it’s a coping mechanism. More to cope with how my parents responded to my disability than the disability itself.” He explained, wanting to make sure that he included that this was just his opinion and that others with his disability might think differently.

“Like a short film documenting the process of you writing the song. I don’t know how good it is but my camera records sound and I brought the right film for it.” He explained, feeling the familiar embers of a potential project beginning to stir within him. It was a feeling he had missed but always welcomed, especially when he was in between projects and waiting for inspiration.

Kavi leaned in as Danny stood beside him, showing him his phone. He looked at the pictures he had collected, impressed with his research. “This is amazing.” He told him with a smile. “This one looks really good.” He added, pointing to one of the pictures.

He followed Danny’s hand as he pointed toward a beanbag game. Danny excitedly suggested that the game was calling to them. “Hmm, I think you’re right.” He agreed with him. The two of them walked over to the game and the other man playfully pleaded with him to give him a few practice rounds. “You might be giving me too much credit but I’ll be sure to go easy on you.” He teased. Kavi did have a small competitive streak to him but he didn’t want it to get in between him and Danny.

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@Tina.G - Danny

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“I do…I mean… I do want to be part of our kids life.”

Suddenly, her head snapped towards the wall when a vivid scene popped into her mind. She stared at the wall in front of them with widened eyes.


“Sweetie, just…just eat your food.” Josie asked as she balanced her child on her arm while looking down at her daughter that she was going to feed in the high chair. She moved her spoon towards the kids mouth and once again she squirmed but this time she started hitting the table with both arms and screaming. “I DON’T WANT ANY FEWD!” Josie let out a deep breath and started bouncing her child up and down again, preferring to keep the spoon away for now. Two of her other children ran through the kitchen chasing each other with toy planes. “Don’t run too fast or you will get hurt!” She yelled out. Then she saw that one of her sons started hitting the the other one with his toy plane. She sighed. Her daughter started yelling again “WHEN IS DADDY GETTING HOME!?” Her face was scrunched up in misery with bits of food smeared on her face.

“Your dad’s going to be back after he’s finished filming his new movie, okay!” The sounds of her sons screaming and her daughter continuing to yell made Josie groan. “IM GOING TO SCR-”


“EA-” Josie snapped back to reality and looked at Shaun with widened eyes. She had almost screamed? what is wrong with me Well she didn’t scream but a sound definitely came out of her mouth. “Sorry you just made me imagine something terrifying.” She looked down and ran a hand through her hair with a exasperated expression. “I think it was when you said our kids that made me be like oh god…”

“But anyways to your question, no. He did not kick me out of our home. I’m not homeless.” She rolled her eyes.

Then she remembered something.“Speaking of that, he said that he wants to talk to you at least once, hold on.” She stood up and pulled out her phone from her pocket, then she snapped a picture of him. Without a care she continued doing whatever she was doing on her phone but finally decided to look at Shaun again. “I’m just going to show him that I’m talking to you right now. I don’t want anything about us coming out when I’m still trying to work on things with him. You know, just in case he hears about it…”

“Anyways.” she adjusted her tank top up and let out a deep breath. “Do you want to talk to him? You can probably even do it now if you just texted him.” She held out her phone to him. Even though it wasn’t the first thing she wanted to do, if that was going to help save her marriage then it was automatically a good option.

@Tina.G husband

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