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Morgen swept a stray piece of red-violet hair away from her face. She tightened the ponytail holder that was holding the better part of her hair away from her face as she finished cleaning and organizing the last room for her newest guests. She placed the last hanger on the closet rack and sighed in contentment. She moved to turn off the light, when she heard the sound of a slammed door. Morgen smiled to herself well, well, well, just in time. She turned off the light and pulled her hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall around her face. She straighted the simple green t-shirt she was wearing and slipped on a pair of green converse over the socks she just wore around the house.
She headed to the front door, and pulled it back, revealing many expensive cars, where many well known celebrities were climbing out, some looking a bit frazzled. She walked down the walkway and smiled warmly, "Welcome everyone, to the Morgen House. I hope you all followed my instructions? No one is following you correct? I'm sure you didn't expect the house to be in the middle of Montana...but this makes it ever more hard to find does it not?"
She waited for the inevitable questions that would follow, the complaints, the wonderment. It was all very routine to her, the real fun started when they discovered they weren't waited on hand and foot, and had to do everything for themselves...but it was too soon to be thinking about that, Morgen breathed in and smiled at everyone, gesturing them inside.
Lord Tully
03-16-2010, 04:24 PM
Barry walked up the large steps, to the famed 'Morgan House,' "So this is what all the fuss is about, impressive. And don't worry your pretty little head Miss Trenton, there wasn't a soul on the roads here for miles. And I took several detours and false turns to shake off anyone I might not have seen."
Night_Mare
03-16-2010, 04:37 PM
Robert Larrase drove a 1964 Ford Thunderbird. The car was in stunning condition. While it was not as beautiful or flashy as a Viper or Mustang, the perfect condition spoke for itself. The man behind the wheel was rich and powerful. However the redhead kept one blue eye on his rearview mirrors as he drove. Occassionally he would whip the wheel of his Thunderbird to shake suspected papparazzi. This was a car he'd never driven before. He'd just bought it a few weeks ago so that he could fly under the radar. And so far it was working.
The leading man usually drove a Ford Mustang at the moment it was the 2011 model and it was bright red, occassionally he would drive a canary yellow Ferarri Enzo. The Thunderbird was his third car. And it was Robert's baby he had spent a lot of money getting it refurbished perfectly. The paint now shone in the sunlight.
The Montana sunlight. Robert mused. His latest character was a self-absorbed jerk. What would a jerk think of Montana. He'd think it was disgusting and regret ever coming here. The redhead however planned on being polite. He could reabsorb his jerk persona later. At least that was how Robert thought of himself. He was a sponge he could absorb any personality he wanted to but if he were left dry, without a role there would be nothing. He pulled up to the driveway of the most famous house in the world, accoring to People. He got out of the old car and shut the door as gently as possible. Loathe to ruin such a lovely car by slamming the door.
As per usual Robert wore all-black. Not because he was a bleeding-heart hippy or something like that but because black was a clean slate. Robert felt that colors when not in character would color his view of the world. If he were to be a good actor his view would stay blank and he'd just absorb the world like a sponge. And like a sponge he wouldn't form an oppinion he would simply...be.
He looked up as Morgen Trenton greeted them. He nodded in her direction acknowledging her words. "Thank you, Miss Trenton. Lovely house" Robert said. To anyone whom had seen one of his movies the normality of his voice would be surprising. There was no accent, no personality in his voice. He could've been any man in the world. Strange when he was known for having such expression in his voice as he acted.
Will climbed out of her 1955 chopped belaire. She had to cover her eyes due to the bright sunlight, "Thanks." She called though somewhat sarcastically to Miss Trenton. She waited a moment until her eyes adjusted to the light before looking around at the others, she knew everyone, it was still sort of shell shock seeing all these celebrities but she didn't say anything. She ran her hand across her shirt, a band shirt of her favorite singer Rob Zombie, and made sure her black tutu was straight. She then headed towards the house.
Fireleap
03-16-2010, 08:57 PM
Placing her hands on her hips, the girl eyed the house up and down. The chilly early-spring wind blew and tugged at her brown-red hair but the little scrunchy held it up in a tight ponytail, as her blue-green eyes continued to inspect the house and its owner who had just stepped out, in full detail through brown-black shades. It wasn't at all like what Phoenix had expected. The singer-actress had expected a posh mansion in the middle of some hidden town in good ole California. This might turn out to be fun, for once. Those stuffy and particularly boring parties her co-stars and "friends" kept throwing were making her sick, especially the ones that went overboard with the alcohol.
Pulling her jacket close and zipping it up, whilst shivering, she bid her strangely-inconspicuous-seeming blue Ferrari farewell by locking it up carefully, for she rarely trusted strange neighbourhoods. She turned towards the front of the house. There seemed to be quite a buzz in the air. Phoenix took a guess and deducted that most of the guests were first-timers, like herself. She gave a casual-but-cold shrug to herself and walked over to the front porch. The girl re-wrapped her woolen salmon-coloured scarf around her neck and shivered a bit more.
"Not a bad place, you've got there." She began, hoping to the heavens that her voice wouldn't come out as a shiver or a stammer. Much to her relief, it came out smoothly and softly. Then, her face hardened. "No worries, paparazzi never follow me." There was a slight emphasis on the word 'never' that gave out a 'you don't wanna know' aura. "Thank you for the invitation."
Whitefire
03-16-2010, 09:14 PM
Brandon climbed out of his navy blue Subaru Imperza. His brother had pushed him to get vinyls on it, and he had went as far as black racing stripes, but stopped there. It was his favorite car, and he didn't want it to belong to Zach too.
He pulled his bass case out of the back and caught up with the others. So this was the house. It was nice. He walked towards the walkway, spotted Morgen and smiled.
"Hey. Nice to meet you Morgen." He didn't recognize all of the others, but there was an actor that looked familiar, and a cute girl in a band shirt.
"very good Barry" Morgen said, nodding in approvingly to him.
"Thank you Robert" She smiled at him as he walked past
"Your welcome Willow" she said, ignoring the sarcasm in her voice, they always started out like that anyway.
"Thank you Pheonix, I appreciate it"
"Hello Brandon, it's nice to meet you too"
When everyone had entered her home she followed after breezily, letting the door close after her. She gathered the various celebrities into the living room off the right of the doorway and, when she had everyone's attention, she announced "Good afternoon everyone, as I'm sure you know, I'm Morgen Trenton. And I don't think there is any need for all of us to introduce ourselves since everyone probably knows everyone anyway. A few rules of the house; don't break anything, don't burn the house down, clean up whatever mess you make, be nice to others...I think thats it" she smiled "When you go up the stairs, there will be rooms marked with your name, that will be your room. When you're finished unpacking and what not, meet me in the dining room for dinner, it's just off to the left of the kitchen which is right across from here. Understand?" she paused before asking "Any questions before we get started?"
Lord Tully
03-17-2010, 02:35 AM
Barry raised his hand, and stepped towards Morgen "Yeah I have a question, why are we here? Surely you didn't just bring us here to play house for a few days. This isn't going to turn into one of those bad slasher movies where we get picked off one by one is it?" His eyes darted about searching the room for hidden cameras.
Will laughed at Barry's comment, "This is Montana not Hollywood." She said rolling her eyes, and using the back of her hand to brush her bleach blond hair away from her overly eyelined eyes. "But that is a good question, why are we here?" She asked taking her attention from Barry and to Morgan. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and interest.
Lord Tully
03-17-2010, 02:47 AM
Barry zoomed over to Will, "Maybe that's what she wants us to think, out here no one would find our bodies." He pointed to Robert, "You'll probably be first, the most famous actor always goes first in these things. Then someone'll probably get their norks out and fwush off with her head, ha ha!" With the 'ha ha' he turned around to see that no one was amused and giving him annoyed glares, he then shut up and sat down quietly in the corner.
Fireleap
03-17-2010, 10:41 AM
Phoenix shrugged, a sly smile resting on her lips. She quickly pushed the shades upwards and let them rest on top of her head. "That sounds good to me." She began, folding her arms. "But pray tell us, what will we really be doing out here?" She asked, looking questioningly at Morgan. Phoenix had been wondering whether all that she had brought in the zebra-print backpack that she had slung over one shoulder, would be enough for whatever function she was here for. The invitation had been brief and she hadn't dared tell any of her friends about it or ask them questions.
Night_Mare
03-17-2010, 12:13 PM
Robert lifted an eyebrow. "I highly doubt Miss Trenton has brought us here to kill us" He said in his customary monotone. "But if she has and you are indeed correct that I would go first I can't say it bothers me. Less terror in the long run," It might've sounded like a joke. Had Robert put any inflection in it. But at the moment it just sounded creepy.
The redhead soon fell silent as if the strain of trying to come up with something to say when he didn't have a script was too much. He'd heard everyone's name before. It seemed the place was to be dominated by singers this time. Several of them sang and acted. Robert had only ever acted. He sounded something like a dying cat when he sang, so he was simply saving the world from having to listen to that.
Morgen stood in front of the group, an amused expression on her face, waiting for the debate to die down a little before saying,
"As I recall, it was you guys who accepted the invitation, I didn't force you to come here, and if I was killing off people, wouldn't celebrities turn up missing quite often? And honestly, you are here...to get a taste of real life. Some of you have grown up in Hollywood or New York City, and never really knew what it was like to worry about income, or make your own breakfast even. And now that you are famous you probably do those things even less. So you come here, and get a dose of reality, and be on your way. My goal is to get rid of all the stuffy, snobby celebrities. No offense if there is anyone here like that..." She paused, pondering what to say, "I think that is all, now formalities aside, go up to your rooms and do whatever it is you do" she smiled and started walking toward the dining room.
Will groaned quietly, but audibly, "So this is like one of those stupid reality shows?" She asked. Her question was rhetorical in her opinion, so she sighed and turned around.
"I have to go get my bag then." She said and headed back to her car. She opened the front door and pulled out a camouflaged backpack big enough to hide a small body. Will smiled and put the straps over her shoulders and walked back towards the house, happy the military recruiter had extra and gave her a bag. She came back inside and stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for to see what the others would do.
Fireleap
03-17-2010, 06:40 PM
Phoenix raised an eyebrow. "Novel idea, Morgan... Hollywood and NYC thanks you. I thank you too." She murmured inaudibly, under her breath. This week could turn out to be more interesting than she thought. Phoenix didn't know about the other celebrities, but the week ahead of her seemed like a piece of cake. She may have been a teen celebrity but she wasn't a spoilsport. Still, there were things she didn't know and she was looking forward to learning them. However, from the looks of the other celebrities, it seemed as though she would be alone, in that matter.
With a quiet and small sigh, she glanced at the stairway and she began to climb upstairs, her white-and-blue sneakers threading silently on the squeaky steps. She took off her shades as she arrived on the first floor, and glanced around. There were doors everywhere, and she wondered which one was hers. The room with her name marked on it, huh? She caught a glimpse of Phoenix Flaming carved into a door and grinned.
Lord Tully
03-17-2010, 07:02 PM
When Robert replied to the joke is a full monotone Barry inched away a bit, "Well that sounds like a good plan, I'll just grab my bags and I'll be right up." In one oddly swift motion Barry grabbed his bags and shot upstairs. He stopped when he encountered a long hallway lined with doors, it took him a good 30 minutes to find his room and once inside he couldn't wait to sit down.
Night_Mare
03-17-2010, 07:10 PM
Robert didn't really have an oppinion one way or the other. He'd been a Hollywood baby ever since he'd been born. Of course, unlike others assumed it hadn't been without hardships. But when he heard Morgen's mission all that he felt was slight curiosity.
He had left his bag in the trunk of the Thunderbird. Just one bag, he didn't indulge in many outfits. He found it strange that others would but then he spent his money elsewhere. In beautiful cars such as the Thunderbird, in his house to keep the reporters from the rag mags out and most often in vacation places. Money could buy privacy very nicely he'd discovered and Robert was not in want for money. He pulled out the black suitcase carrying it easily being sure to keep the Thunderbird locked up.
As he came in Robert saw Phoenix disappearing upstairs and Willow standing at the foot of the stairs. "Company?" He asked thinking she was hesitant to go up the stairs by herself. If he was concerned about her it didn't reflect in the question.
Will glanced at him, "I don't care, just waiting to see how everyone reacts." She said with shrug. She thought a moment, "Guess it would be time to head up the stairs anyway," she said taking a few steps up, "Coming?" She asked shifting her back on her shoulders slightly to keep from falling over.
Whitefire
03-17-2010, 08:10 PM
Brandon retreated quietly outside to grab the rest of his stuff, then ventured upstairs, passing two of the other celebrities on his way up. He hadn't said anything, mostly because he didn't know everyone and didn't want to look like an idiot, but this whole set-up seemed strange. Sure, celebrities weren't exactly like normal people, but would picking up after themselves really be too tough? Would it really be so awful that none of the previous visitors would want to talk about it? Or had they decided to keep the Morgen house a secret because they loved it so much?
He shook his head and, upon finding his room, walked in and plopped his belongings on the bed. The walls were a nice, mellow brown, which suited him perfectly. A breeze blew through the open windows.
Fireleap
03-17-2010, 09:19 PM
Phoenix had quickly opened the door to her room and slipped in, without a word. The room was simple and plain. It was almost as though she was back home, in her apartment. She made a mental note to take up an interior decorating crash course, one day, and dumped her backpack onto the small but cosy-looking blue bed. She had brought naught but a few changes of clothes and some personal objects, such as her NDS, a novel she was reading and her iPhone.
The latter of the forementioned slipped out as the backpack hit the soft surface of the blanket and she grabbed it. After a moment of staring at it, she tucked it into a pocket in her jeans and turned to the rest of the items. She placed them on the wooden desk in the corner of the small room and laid out her nightclothes on her bed. She glanced at the room again, now officially unpacked. With a sigh and a shrug, she turned and left the room.
Night_Mare
03-17-2010, 10:23 PM
Robert followed Willow up the stairs slowly. At the top he paused. "Nice to meet you" He said then turned down the hallway to find his room. Sure enough Robert Larrase was printed on one of the doors. He opened the door to the room and closed it behind him. He put the suitcase on the bed and put his clothes in the closet. The room was nice but Robert didn't puase to appreciate it. Once his stuff was arranged in the room he sat down on the bed. He ran a hasnd through his short orange hair. Was he that bad? No. But this place would be a good place to think, anyway.
Will absently waved at him as he turned, then she walked down the hall eyes glued to every door until she came to hers that said, Willow Rayberry. She opened the door and flung her bag off her shoulders and onto the bed. It bounced slightly and fell in the floor with a loud thud. She had to laugh quietly, before she went to pick it up, leaving her door open.
She pulled clothes out of her bag and threw them randomly into the closet, then she put a small stuffed hippo in the center of the bed and threw the bag in the closet with the clothes. She shut the closet door and fell backwards on the bed. She cuddled the hippo and smiled, "Gonna be a strange time, Henry." She whispered to the hippo.
Fireleap
03-18-2010, 10:43 AM
Hands in her jean pockets, Phoenix walked through the hallways, eying the doors and the names carved on them. Brandon, Willow, Robert... The list was continuous. She gave a sigh of relief when she finally reached the stairs. It was probably too early for dinner, but that didn't mean she couldn't explore the house a bit, and perhaps get to know Morgen a bit. She quickly rushed down and looked around. Even if it wasn't an NYC penthouse or a Hollywood mansion, the Trenton house was pretty big. Perhaps it would be best to start with the kitchen and dining room. Maybe Morgen would be there.
Morgen was bustling about the kitchen, tossing salad, checking the turkey in the oven, and pouring drinks. It was a lot of work, making dinner for 6 people, but Morgen comforted herself with the fact that after tonight, everyone would be helping make dinner, or they wouldn't eat. Morgen brushed some hair behind her ears, her hair was already put back into a bun. She pulled the turkey out of the oven, blowing away the steam. And while that cooled, she pulled out 2 big salad bowls, and set to work filling them.
She heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and turned her head to glimpse the unmistakable redhead of Phoenix Flemming. "Ah, Hello Phoenix" she called over her shoulder, "Are you finished unpacking?"
Fireleap
03-18-2010, 06:35 PM
Phoenix smiled a small smile. "Morgen. Yes, I didn't really bring much." She said, simply, tilting her head to the side. "Your house looks even nicer from the inside." She added. "Simple but classy, anyhow." With that, she sighed and stared at the ground, rubbing her neck awkwardly. "I was just wondering..." Her voice trailed off as she wondered how to put the question in mind, into words. "Why are you doing this?" Phoenix paused. "This whole, I quote, 'get-rid-of-stuffy-snobby-celebrities' business." She glanced sideways at Morgen. "After all, teaching people how to be independent can sometimes be pretty hard..."
"Thanks Phoenix, I work hard to keep it nice looking" She finished with the salad and disappeared into the dining room for a moment. Returning with empty hands.
"Why am I doing this?" she repeated thoughtfully "Well, yes I agree its hard, and no, getting rid of stuffy celebrities isn't my only reason for bringing you guys here. I guess...well, I don't know how to explain it."
She started cutting the turkey, deep in thought, "How about I'll tell you why I started this: A few years ago, I was going through a People magazine in this grocery store I was in. And it was just chock full of celebrities cheating on each other, celebrities getting pregnant,celebrities doing drugs. And that sort of thing. And I said to myself 'Why do people get such a kick out of this? And why do celebrities even do these things in the first place, what is their reasoning behind cheating on their husband? And why, does it seem like, famous people do more bad things than normal people do, is it just cause they are exploited more, or do they really do these things more often?' So I decided to find out, I wanted to know, are celebrities like normal people at all? And if so what makes them celebrities and not us? And you know, basically what makes them tick. And that's why I started the Morgen House, just to find out for myself. Now it's become this whole big thing, and I'm just along for the ride."
She handed a tray full of plates and silverware to Phoenix, "Now as long as you're down here, why don't you make yourself useful and set the table" Morgen smiled and went back to the turkey.
Fireleap
03-18-2010, 08:21 PM
Phoenix leaned on the door as she listened to Morgen's explanation, smiling. As Morgen finished, she grinned. "Well, that's a good thing, what you're doing." She replied, after a moment of silence and thought. "Every one probably appreciates it." She nodded and took the plates and cutlery. "From what I've seen, celebrities move, mainly, because they are pushed by pressure, y'know?"
The girl struggled to maintain a hold on the pile of plates. "In a way, they realise the entire world is watching their every move. But in a way, they don't realise that fact at the same time, if you know what I mean." She turned around to enter the dining room, but stopped. "By the way, just so you know, dinner looks great!" She gestured at the turkey, then, continued the journey into the dining room.
Night_Mare
03-18-2010, 09:36 PM
Robert allowed himself a moment to sit. Then he stood and moved downstairs aimlessly because truthfully he was unsure of what to do. He arrived just as Morgen was telling Phoenix why she was doing this. The word "drugs" stuck like a small sharp needle in his mind. His mother had died of an overdose. Her seventh to be exact. But he kept walking forward. Part of him was petty. He wanted to show that he wasn't shallow. So he said. "Could you use more help, Miss Trenton?"
Maybe it was just the mention of drugs but for some reason he felt affronted. People can't help addictions. His mother had been victimized. He mentally stepped back. Sponge. It doesn't matter just take the experience in for what it truly is.
The mention of drugs or his mother never failed to leave Robert feeling off-balance.
Whitefire
03-18-2010, 10:52 PM
After arranging his things into a somewhat-organized clump, Brandon left his room, leaving the door open behind him. No one was in the halls at the moment, so he took the chance to catch some names. Luckily, they were printed on the doors. It didn't take him long to figure out who was who. Crisis averted.
While he walked the halls he found himself admiring the place. Something about the house's homely feel put him at ease. It was exactly the kind of place his brother would have hated. He paused outside of Willow's room, hearing her inside. After a brief moment of debating, he knocked.
"Excuse me, Willow? I think it's time for supper. Everyone is heading downstairs." He considered pulling the door open but thought better of it.
Morgen smiled graciously at Robert, "Why in fact I do! Why don't you deposit these cups and salad bowls around the tables?" she said handing them to him. By this time, the turkey was finished being cut as well and Morgen followed Robert out the doors to the dining room, a good sized room, with 2 tables pushed together with enough room for everyone.
She set the turkey in the middle of the table, and gazed around the table approvingly, "Good job everyone, thanks for your help guys!" she wiped her hands on a towel and pulled her hair out of the bun, once again letting it fall around her face.
Fireleap
03-19-2010, 09:51 AM
Phoenix beamed. "Happy to have helped." She said. In truth, she was silently relieved that she didn't put any knives or forks in wrong places. It was true, she was not a Hollywood baby and she had indeed been a 'normal' child before becoming famous but even so, her parents had never actually taught her things like how to set the table or how to wash the dishes. It was only now, did she realise how pathetic not knowing how to do simple chores felt like. She smiled to herself and sighed. Apart from that, if she had been feeling any negative emotion, the twinkle in her eyes said otherwise. "Everything looks so good and yummy..." She said, yet again. Phoenix had not eaten homemade food ever since a year before her 'rise to fame'. She probably ought to get Morgen to teach her how to cook.
Night_Mare
03-19-2010, 03:57 PM
Robert settled the cups and salad bowls on the table. He seemed, sort of out of it though. His agent would've been freaking out right about now. Unlike some stars Robert didn't insure body parts. He didn't see the point and it wasn't his body that did the acting it was his mind. He was hardly going to take out an insurance policy on that due to the fact if he ever lost his brain the money would be worthless. Which is most likely why if Lilith ever saw him this close to glass she'd shoot herself. Odd, how he was just noticing that now. "You're welcome" He said blankly after Morgen's thank-you. Odd, how he'd just noticed for the first time in his life he'd set a table. But then, growing up in Hollywood could do that to a person.
Will jumped slightly, as she heard a knock and voice outside her door. She stood up and walked over to it opening she saw Brandon on the other side, "Thanks, Guess we better head down there then huh?" She said glancing around the hall to see to see if anyone else was there. She could hear noises downstairs, she shut her door softly behind her and headed down the hall aways, "Coming?" She asked turning to look at Brandon again.
Whitefire
03-19-2010, 07:46 PM
"Ya." Brandon smiled and followed Willow down the hall and to the kitchen. They were some of the last to get there, just as everything was finished. He felt kind of sheepish, not having helped with any of the preparation like Robert and Phoenix obviously had, but he made up for his lack of help with compliments.
"Wow, it smells nice down here. You guys must have made some good food." It looked delicious too. His mouth watered slightly.
Whitefire
03-19-2010, 07:46 PM
*Sorry, I hit the button twice.
Will smiled and went into the kitchen she realized quickly that a couple of people had helped cook, "Were we supposed to help?" She asked looking around at everyone, "Sorry, I didn't get the memo." She said with a shrug, and slight wave of her hand. "It does smell good!" She said sniffing the air slightly and smiling.
Morgen smiled, "Oh no, there was no obligation for you to help, that will start later. Anyway, lets all sit down and eat!" She pulled up a chair and sat down, inviting everyone to sit down too.
After everyone had settled down, and got all the food on her plate, she cleared her throat and made an announcement "Okay everyone, after dinner, you guys are free to do what you want until midnight, which is lights out. Down the hall there is some stairs down that lead to the basement, which is full of games and stuff, just don't make too much noise. Tomorrow is basically fend for yourself and just get to know the place day, I'm going to be busy outside most of the day, so if you need me you can find me there, We'll gather in the kitchen at about 7 ish to make dinner alright? You can get back to your dinner now"
Fireleap
03-19-2010, 08:42 PM
Phoenix glanced around, her gaze slowing as it reached the clock but then, she quickly sat down. She stared at the food on her plate for a few moments before lifting her fork and knife to begin eating. As she listened to Morgen talking, with a small smile resting on her lips, her own thoughts swarmed in and out of her mind. Fend for ourselves, huh? Guess homemade breakfast it is. Wonder if Morgen has any recipe books around here. She cut off and took a slice of the turkey meat. Its warm and absolutely delicious taste dissolved in her mouth, making her cut off another slice almost immediately. Reminds me of Mom's roast turkey... As Morgen mentioned the basement, Phoenix raised her head and glanced at the clock again. She swallowed and wiped her mouth quickly. "What does 'games and stuff' mean, exactly?" She asked, eyes narrow and shining.
Morgen didn't even look up from her dinner as she answered Phoenix "There's no alcohol if that's what you mean. There's plenty of snacks and soda, but I can't have anyone getting drunk over here. There's a nice big flat screen with some game console's umm, some pool and air hockey tables. And tons of extremely comfy bean bags. I think there is some other stuff as well, but nothing comes to mind" She finally looked up and smiled at
Phoenix as she took another bite of salad. She seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly swallowed her bite before saying to everyone "Also, if anyone likes exercising in the morning like me, I have a room full of weights and treadmills off the side of the living room. And...I'm pretty sure that's it."
Fireleap
03-19-2010, 09:12 PM
"I meant the game consoles." Phoenix said, her voice a monotone emptied of emotion. Blinking, she wondered how 'games and stuff' got translated into 'alcohol' but she dismissed it as something Morgen probably was used to. "I don't drink." She decided to add... just in case. She began to wonder if any one else here drank and if so, how would they deal. Morgen seemed to be pretty firm. She took a few more bites of turkey and then, proceeded to eat the other types of dishes she had placed on her plate, serving her turkey for last.
Will was listening but had decided not to speak, she placed a forkful of turkey in her mouth and savored the flavor a moment before tasting the other foods. The turkey was amazing, she wondered if that was how all of Morgan's dishes were. As she tasted the other foods on her plate she found out that they were all really good. She smiled slightly as she took a sip of her glass of water, and looked around at everyone else. The conversation of drinking had gotten her to wondering about her band back home, how they would do without her. She shrugged the idea away and took another sip of water.
She sat her cup down and pushed some of her food around on her plate as she thought, maybe she would go exersice in the morning. That wasn't her normal thing but she did run alot back home. She shrugged slightly as she put another forkful of food in her mouth.
Tobi Good Boy
03-24-2010, 11:09 PM
Kento would be riding his new mountain bike, trailing at 67 mph, when he arrived at the Morgen house he came to a screeching halt. "Shoot, I'm probably late." He said as he set his mountain bike against something, silently walking up to the door of the house. He puts his hand in a fist and slowly knocks on the door as loud as he can, hoping that he isn't disturbing anything. As he waited for a response, he turned around and he looked around the house very nervously, turning back around at the door to greet whoever opened the door.
Morgen paused in her eating when the sound of knocking resounded in the house, "That must be Kento, I noticed he was a little bit late...I'll go get it" she said and hurried to the front door, pulling it open, "Hello, welcome, I'm Morgen" she said warmly, "There is some dinner on the table so you can just put your stuff in your room and come on down and join us!"
As she said this, Morgen was leading him around the house, telling him all the things she had previously told the others "....and your room is upstairs with your name on it okay? So when you are ready you can come down and join us for dinner. Nice to have you" she smiled and made her way back to the dining room, letting Kento get settled.
Fireleap
03-31-2010, 10:28 AM
Kento..? Phoenix thought. She'd never heard of him. She wondered if he was some sort of celebrity. She had quickly finished eating the salad. The dressing was lovely, and for once, it wasn't bitter cucumbers that she tasted. After that, she continued to eat the mashed potato, which was amazingly soft. Morgen was a good cook, and it almost pained Phoenix to know that she would have to cook breakfast and lunch on her own the next day. Hopefully, this meal will be good enough to last me until the next decent meal. Because, unless I'm up for cereal and sandwiches tomorrow, it'll be fast food almost all day tomorrow. She thought, as she began to finish her turkey slice.
Will looked up at the sound of the knock, Kento?! She almost dropped her fork. It couldn't be the artist kento, could it? She shook her head and tried to play off her dropping her fork as if she had meant to. She grabbed her cup and took a quick sip from it and sat it down. she picked up her fork again and took another small bite of food.
The food still tasted amazing but she couldn't think about that now, Kento is going to be here? I wonder if he will do any art while he is here? She wondered trying to keep her face straight as she wanted to smile.
((We are still doing this right?))
Tobi Good Boy
04-08-2010, 06:55 AM
"Thank you for the welcome." Kento said as she was finished talking. "I'll also be fine on the food, I'm not that hungry, but I'll come down if I feel I am." He said after the previous statement, walking upstairs and looking at all the doors. "Most of these people I know... But others, Not so much." He thought in his head reaching his door, it reading Kento Arbus.
Kento walked into his room, setting his packs into the corner. He then sat on the bed and looked at the ceiling and walls, all white. He slowly went to his packs and started to pull thing out of them, including clothes. As He put them organised around his room. He puts up a blank sheet on his wall, pulling up a chair infront of it."Now... what should I start on, and how should I do it." He said thinking hard.
Morgen smiled at everyone "Yes, Kento the painter, he said he might not even come down" With this she sniffed at the food she prepared, as if irked by his not wanting to eat it, but the smile in her eyes told you she was just joking "But feel free to go up and say hello"
With that she started to clear off the plates, disappearing in the kitchen then coming out to get more. After that was done, she ushered everyone to go do their own thing and finished cleaning up before heading to her room.
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In the morning (about 6:00am to be exact) Morgen quietly got up, sneaking downstairs so as not to disturb anyone and grabbed a bagel for her breakfast before heading over to the weight room and running a mile and a half in about 30 minutes. She then ran upstairs, took and shower and hurried back down and slipped outside. She hadn't seen anyone yet, she imagined they were all still sleeping or just doing something in their room. She didn't know how long they had stayed up last night, she had gone to her room early, needing to take care of some stuff.
She headed to the back-right of the house, where a large red barn came into view, the type you would see on a postcard and she headed inside to the greeting of whinny's and snorts. Morgen went down the line patting her 6 horses each in turn, the signs on their stall doors gave their name: Candy (a bay roan), Ebony (a jet black Friesian), Oreo (A large overo Gypsy Vanner), Snickers (a gold appaloosa) and Snicker's foal Twix (a dark brown appaloosa), Twix's dad Cocoa (A chocolate brown appaloosa)
Morgen set to work feeding them all, wondering how her guests were doing.
((Yes this is still going and I felt it was going a little slow so I put in on fast forward for you guys, I hope you're all okay with me just skipping to the next day))
Whitefire
04-09-2010, 12:58 AM
Stretching, Brandon woke and rolled over in his bed. It was insanely comfortable, but after a long hesitation he finally forced himself to sit up and get his stuff around for a shower. Hopefully, with it being this early, he'd beat everyone and wouldn't have to wait in line.
After some confusion, Brandon finally located the bathroom and set about his business, getting ready for his first real day at the Morgen House. Apparently, his thoughts about rising early were correct, since the room was completely empty. Of course, for all he knew, everyone else could be doing the same thing he was in another bathroom. After all, there were tons of bedrooms. Whose to say there wasn't a bathroom for each one?
Fireleap
04-11-2010, 09:02 AM
Phoenix was in her room, listening to her iPod. Though she had been up late last night, playing video games with a few of the others and then, by herself, she had woken up early, at about ten past six. It wasn't as though Morgen or Brandon (at least, she thought it was Brandon) had woken her up. It was just that sleeping in a different bed always had her up at an early hour. I should think it's getting better though. Last time, I woke up at four. She thought, as she began to lean back in her chair.
Dressed in a pair of casual not-so-achingly-tight (better known as slightly baggy) jeans and a gray and black long-sleeved shirt that shouted, in bold white letters, the word "Grayscale", Phoenix wearily got up. Phoenix still wasn't sure what the word on her shirt was supposed to represent, but she was sure that she would probably need a little more than just the shirt, if she wanted to be warm here, she was going to have to wear a bit more than that. It was much warmer in California than in Montana, that's for sure, but then again, California was warmer than most places. Grabbing a jacket, she decided to explore the house a bit more, and left the room.
Will rolled over and over in the bed smiling at how comfortable it was. Suddenly she froze and sat straight up, "Henry?" she whispered looking around for the stuffed hippo. She saw him sitting just on the floor off the foot of the bed. She smiled and crawled down the bed and picked him up. Laying on her stomach she cuddled the toy for several seconds before she ran her fingers through her frizzy hair.
She smiled she had forgotten she had taken a shower last night and the smoothness of her hair was refreshing. She sat up and sat cross legged on her bed with Henry on her lap. She was debating on getting up or laying back down, and laying back down was about to win.
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