The Paparazzi

Giselle
She examined the girl in front of her, as she did every time they met.
"So, look who's here" Elle said with that sarcastic tone she had well learned. Natasha. She didn't hate her nor liked her. Natasha was just some girl who wanted to be like her nothing more.

"I think I'll have to say the same" Natasha said, turning her head to one side.

Aron

I swore as I saw the flashing cameras behind me. They had caught me coming out the back way of my house, I'd have to take the subway.

As my mercedes sped down the street I took a hard left into a parking garage right next to the subway (sort've ironic don't you think?) Before I could even see the flashing lights I jumped out and threw myself down the stairs and down into the subway, to see Giselle and Natasha glaring at each other. Hoping to ease the tension I smiled and walked over to them, arms wide.

"Well isn't this peachy! Two of my fellow conspirers!" I bellowed which earned me glares from them both. We couldn't attract attention let alone let me know what we were. I just shrugged and pulled my grey hoodie over my almost neon red hair.

Suddenly the grated sound of the appoarching subway sounded through the station and people suddenly became swirling colors and voices. I quickly grabbed the two girls so I wouldn't loose them in the fuss and led them through the crowd into the subway. Several minutes later the subway took off and we were on our way.

Giselle

The subway was crowded, all kinds of smell and voices surround the three of them, but the worst part was that that wannabe girl was with them. Her head was starting to go around in circles and more circles, getting dizzier by the minute.
"Elle,are you ok?" Ron asked her, placing his hand in her back to support her.

"Ugh, I hate this places!" She exclaimed grimacing at the smell of sweat and cigarettes around her.

Natasha gave her a burning glare. Elle paid no attention to it, but it definitely annoyed her.

Aron

I put my arm around her shoulders to steady her. "Don't worry, Natt we only have 3 more stops!" Natasha leaned her head against him, sighed and closed her eyes.

Aron looked up at Elle. "So, what do ya think Silv has in mind?" His eyes almost grave.

Alexia

"Alexia, get in hjere!" My father bellowed from my kitchenette. "Go back to your office!" I yelled back, snatching my black leather purse from the coffee table before heading out the door. Stuffing my ear-buds in, I cranked the volume, getting lost in 31Knots. I hated it when my dad came down here just to lecture me. I loved him, sure, but it was none of his business what I did. He should stick to his paperwork in D.C. I stuck to my partying in all the other cities. My phone started ringing, so I switched off my music, smiling when I saw it was Silv. "Chicaria!" I nearly shouted as I answered. My smile only grew as she told me the plans for tonight. It had been too long since we'd had a meeting, and I was glad to see all my fellow celebs again, whether or not I loved them all as much as Silv. "Mmk, bye." I said, hanging up. Changing the song to something more upbeat, I started towards the club, just ten blocks away.

(Lol whats a chicaria?)

Silv

Silv looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled at the sight of Alexia walking toward her. She ran up to her and caught her in a hug. Alexia smiled.

"Anyone else here yet?" She asked once Silv had released her. Silv shook her head. "Besides Jare who is a ghost and can teleport halfway across the world in a second everyone else is just on their way." Alexia nodded and walked over to the bar to fix herself something.

Suddenly, a black car pulled into the underground parking lot and slid quietly into a space. Someone was here.

Matt Skrider

Two missed calls, while I was out, pretending to be something I wasn't. Pretending I wasn't just some guy still playing a kid, just some actor pretending to have a life. Pretending that I only had one missed call, from that hottie singer, Silv.
I sighed, clicking onto the first, from Silv, the one I most wanted to hear. It was nothing much, an invite to the club, aka the Only Haven I Have.
I peered through my shutter windows. They were still there, parked outside, just waiting for me to come out, so they could snap five hundred photos.
The other call. I touched it with a sigh.
"Hey, Matt, this is Caps. Dollar and Murph got the skinny lady at the station. You wanna pick it up? Call back by three hours."
I looked at it, and wondered who would pick up 'the skinny lady' if I didn't. Caps never picked anything up in his life; he just arranged it. Likewise, the rest of the Original Gang still on the streets were a bunch of losers or so ruthless, they could get away with it.
So, where to? Silv or the Station? My mind was made up as soon as I thought that. Of course, instead of using the more conventional route out the door, I went to the hole I had so carefully done, a hole that was my escape route. I squeezed through it, and called up Garson.
"Hey, Garce, ask you a favor? Get me to the club. And, if you tell Caps where I am, I will not tip you with one hundred dollars."
Ah, Garson, my 'chauffeur', or the person who drove my Spider; he was reliable, a bit of a thinker, so he knows when to keep his mouth shut. He was there, by the alleyway, by five minutes. I slid in, looking to see if anyone had seen.
We were there quickly; too quickly, as we seemed to be almost the first there. I paid up, to the point, while Garce drove to some bar, probably in order to impress chicks with my car.
"Silv, Alexia, you both look great," I said, as I entered the club, beaming.

Remy

I got out of the car as it pulled up to the front doors, thanking Johnson for the ride. I walked into the club to see Silv and Alexia sitting at the bar. "Ladies," I said, nodding to them. I walked behind the bar, grabbing myself a Pepsi. "No one else?" I asked simply, looking around the dark room. The dance floor was empty, the tables unoccupied, the couches in the darker alcoves silent and filled with unmoving shadows. "Just Jare, but I don't know where he's gone off to," I hear Silv say. I nod again, walking towards the DJ station. Might as well have some entertainment while waiting for the others to show up. "Metal? Rock? Swing? Preferences?" I ask, turning towards the bar. Alexia smiled, standing up. Her black dress swished around her knees as she walked to the dance floor. "Give me something to dance to," she said, shrugging off her jacket.

Aidan
He parked his brand new black Ferrari right in front of the car and ot out. He was such a presence in every place he walked into. His silky black hair and light blue eyes combined ot those almost perfect features made him give an impression.
Aidan walked inside the club with his Cavalli jacket and pants. His strong chest looked even better with the black shirt he had.
"Evening my friends" He said with his unavoidable British accent.

The first one to say hi to him was Remy.

"Hey, Aidan" Remy said, doing that silly handshake they both thought about years ago.

"Dude, I'm so out of this world lately" Aidan said sinking back into a couch in the corner of the room.

"Like the club?" That made Aidan look around and notice the extreme changes Remy had made to the club. He noticed the massive sound system and new stage and background.

"Dude, this is cool" Aidan said, giving that crooked smile he always did.
The music was sounding incredibly, the dance floor was obviously not that crowded since it was just Remy's nearest friends. IN the back of the room he saw Silv and Alexia, since Giselle was still missing. Very slowly, arranging his shirt and jacket, narrowing his eyes; he got up and walked towards them with that runway walk he had.

"Ladies" He said, putting his hands in Silv's shoulders. He leaned his head a little and kissed her cheek. "Silv, Alexia, you look dazzling"
Unlike Silv, Alexia was not very receptive to Aidan's charm.

Silv

Silv greeted Adrian with a smile and continued to dance to the energizing music. A song, she thought ironically, that was written by Aron, one of her closest friends.

Suddenly, as more people arrived, the atmosphere got more intense and serious. It was time to plan. Plan their revenge.

Alexia

Alexia ignored Aidan as she continued dancing, unfazed by his dazzling charm. Pretty boys weren't for her. And they never would be. Although most of the boys she knew where nice and not too stuck up, there were still plenty out there that were. More people started arriving, and she left the dance floor, grabbing herself a water, rather than her usual margarita. She didn't necessarily want tonight to be serious, but she knew it was going to be, and so she had to be on her best behavior. She took a seat next to Remy, handing him her lit cigarette. She was done with it, and she was always trying to get him to lose his serious air. He flicked it away nonchalantly before speaking to all of them. "We really need to talk," He started, his eyes flicking over each and every one of them. "To start off, any more attacks?"

Jare

I appeared on a seat beside Alexia and Silv. They had finally all arrived and had gotten down to buisness. Remy started. "We really need to talk," He started, his eyes flicking over each and every one of us. "To start off, any more attacks?"

Silv sighed. "Me once this week, walked outside of the house, too many flashes and I tripped down my front steps, landing on my wrist. Wasn't bad enough to break it but its been hurting ever since." Aron looked up at her then, his eyes were grave.

"You have to be careful with those flashes Silv. I don't want what happened to Kara to happen to you." She lay a hand on his shoulder and smiled ruefully.

"We know Aron. And I won't let that happen." Which brought on an awkward silence.

Remy looked at me and raised his chin. "What about you Jare? Hear any big plans from Elizabeth?" I shook my head.

"None that I've heard. Shes been in meetings a lot though, probably trying to figure out where you guys have been going most likely. The entire business is trying to figure that out! Its like the Gold Rush all over again accept not nearly as man Hobos! The first person to find out is gonna get BIG loot, talkin' monster cash!" Remy nodded.

"Do you think Elizabeth suspects you yet?"

"Don't think so, she keeps puttin me on cases. Last week I had to track down Silv, lucky she saw me and let me get a great shot! That much more closer to collage man and getting out of this dirty buisness!" I answered.

Remy nodded once more. "Any other attacks besides Silv?"

Alexia

I raised my hand a bit, grabbing Remy's attention, as well as everyone else's. "I was riding my bike when they crowded me. I ripped my new skirt and cut my leg falling over, but nothing serious. Although, it was my new Diane von Furstenberg. Given to me specifically as a gift. Pissed me off," I muttered, sinking back into the couch. Remy nodded, and went on. "They stopped traffic for five minutes in my neighborhood crowding outside of my house. Luckily, though, it was about three in the morning so my dear "Aunt" could have easily been asleep." He sighed, putting his wire-rimmed glasses on, absent mindedly picking clay from huis cuticles. "And you say no one is suspicious of you?" He asks, turning back to Jare, who shakes his head. "You have to sure," Remy says, his eyes piercing Jare's. "Anyone at all could give you, give all of us, away. Our lives would be absolute hell. Absolute freaking hell." I stared at the younger guy, knowing he was right. But then again, he generally was.

Jare

I looked at Remy intently. "Remy, I've been doing this for 3 years. I'm positive. I would never sell you guys out and you know that!" I smiled at all of them warmly.

"C'mon I love you guys!"

Giselle
The perfect day was now ruined, her heels had broken and they were original Manolo Blanik. At that moment she even flet some sympathy for Natasha. Elle knew well that they were the last one to arrive at the club and when they did, everyone stared at her in clear disbelief.
She hated it, hated being watched and ahted been criticized if it wasn-t for her work. BUt she didn-t even cfare. She was basically attacked by paparazzi.
When she entered the room, Alexia and Silv ran to her while Aron helped Natasha.
"Elle, what happened" asked Silv as she ran to her and hugged her.
Giselle had been avoiding tears, but they went out now.
"Oh my God!" she said gasping. "It was horrible, they were all over us, it was terrible we had to come on the subway."
That made her remember the last time a pparazzi caught. It was the most horrible thing in her life and she swore she was goign to make them pay.
Giselle sat with Silv and Alexia, trying to stop crying. Remy looked at her and knew that this had to be stopped. While Giselle, watched how Aron helped Natasha.