Redmon Resort [started, always accepting]

Lily Carter - Pool

I tried drastically to dry off my book, but at the same time, tried not to make it obvious I was that worried about it (and slightly annoyed it had gotten wet in the first place). Of course, that's what I get for reading by the water. This was just like last Christmas in Hawaii. Only this time, there was a guy standing next to me, and he was actually talking to me.

"Uh. Yeah, of course I'm gonna swim." I said, a bit nervously. I took off my coverup, put my hair up into a ponytail, and opened my wet book to let it dry in the sun. All the while, he was looking at me with a "you can't be serious" look on his face. I finally slipped into the water.

"Finally." He said with a chuckle. I glared up at him, but I couldn't hold back a smile.

Spoiler

Okay, since I played Cruz wrong last time, I didn't want to do that again. It seems you understand my character more than I understand yours, so for now I just kinda left it at my account of what you already said. Soon I'll get your character more, but since I don't yet, I thought it would be better if you continued it instead of me so I don't play him wrong again! I hope that's okay :/

DON'T LET THIS DIE!

Lily Carter - Pool

I tried drastically to dry off my book, but at the same time, tried not to make it obvious I was that worried about it (and slightly annoyed it had gotten wet in the first place). Of course, that's what I get for reading by the water. This was just like last Christmas in Hawaii. Only this time, there was a guy standing next to me, and he was actually talking to me.

"Uh. Yeah, of course I'm gonna swim." I said, a bit nervously. I took off my coverup, put my hair up into a ponytail, and opened my wet book to let it dry in the sun. All the while, he was looking at me with a "you can't be serious" look on his face. I finally slipped into the water.

"Finally." He said with a chuckle. I glared up at him, but I couldn't hold back a smile.

Spoiler

Okay, since I played Cruz wrong last time, I didn't want to do that again. It seems you understand my character more than I understand yours, so for now I just kinda left it at my account of what you already said. Soon I'll get your character more, but since I don't yet, I thought it would be better if you continued it instead of me so I don't play him wrong again! I hope that's okay :/

Chandler sat there, gripping his phone tightly in his hands. They say a watched pot never boils but he couldn't help waiting impatiently for Jay's reply. His phone vibrated and he quickly flipped it open.

From: Jay
SENT: 15:30

Haha. I wouldn't mind (; xx
7:30? God, that seems AGES.
Well, I might be slightly early,
or slightly late. I'm off to the
Gym and I'll probably
get lost. (; Cya soon.
So excited. xxx
-- J xxx

Chandler smiled. Jay was right, 7:30 seemed too far away. He looked back at the text and the contents. Maybe Jay liked him back? Chandler's heart raced at the thought.

Chandler decided to preoccupy himself with searching his bag for something decent to wear tonight. A few hours later he looked at the clock.

6:30

Damn. An hour left and he still hadn't found something. Frantically, he started folding his cloths back up and putting them away. He found a fitted black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. Yeah, this'll do he thought.

The door to his room opened and Chandler looked to see who it was.

Jay stood at his door, blinking in surprise. "Sorry! I needed my top and I came in here accidentally-" Jay slung the towel over his shoulders and winced. "Sorry."

"Uh... no, no. It- uh... It's okay." Chandler couldn't help but stare at Jay's shirtless figure. He covered his mouth with his sleeve, trying to hide his embarrassment. He was sure his face was red and getting redder.

"I was just putting things away... Uh." Chandler looked away anxiously.

Jay backed into the hallway. "Uh sorry again. I'll just go now."

"Wait!" Chandler turned back to Jay. "Uh... I'll see you at 7:30... then..."

Jay smiled and nodded, closing Chandler's door. Chandler covered his eyes and crouched down. His face was hot and he was almost too embarrassed to function.

Jay | his Room ¬

I flung myself onto the bed. I'd made a complete fool of myself!

I could've stayed, instead, I'd fleed to my room. Please, 7: 30, roll around soon.

----

At 7:30 I opened the door to my room and knocked on Chandler's. It took all of my willpower not to hug him. Instead, I offered a smile and said,

"Hey," I smiled.

He smiled back. I hoped he was glad to see me. I linked my arm through his.

*Winnie Martinez*

When I came out of the Dance Room, all I heard was party, party, party! I soon found out that it was in the dance room at 7:30, thanks to the concierge. Oh joy! Maybe I'll meet some nice people there. I skipped up all the way to my room door. I pulled my key out.

"Okay buddy! You have to cooperate with me. I have a party to go to, and I need to get dress. No way am I changing in the public bathroom," I said sternly to the key. I counted to three before shoving the key in the slot. Yay! It fit! I exhale on relief and threw the door open. I grabbed my bags and literally threw them inside. I jumped on the bed, face first. Oh right! Close the door. I shut the door closed and locked it. I quickly put away my clothes, and hid my iPod in a drawer. I still had some time before the party, so I decided to dance some more.

7:30

I quickly threw on a white sundress that reached above my knees and matching white flats with bows. I straightened my hair and put on a heart shaped locket. I ran downstairs and into the dance room, where music blasting out and people were mingling or dancing. Not knowing what to do, I just stood by the refreshments table... waiting for soleone to at least say a nice greeting.

Chandler | Room 3

He was sitting on his bead, face in his hands, when a knock came to his door. His head snapped up at the sound and he stood up; hands shaking. Chandler didn't know what was going on. He'd only known Jay for a few hours and he was already this conscious of him.

He swung the door open and looked Jay in the eyes. He was extremely good looking, exactly Chandler's type. He felt bad for thinking that, but it was true that the first thing he looked for in a guy was his face. Jay smiled at him and made Chandler wonder if he was the only one who was nervous.

He smiled back, sure that it was awkward, sure that he was awkward, but because of who he was, the only thing he knew how to do in this situation was smile. Jay linked arms with Chandler and they started walking down the hall.

Wait, Chandler thought. I have to know. The way Jay was so calm was bugging him. Although he couldn't picture someone as tall and handsome as Jay blushing, he still needed his question answered.

Chandler tugged on Jay's arm lightly, stopping them in the hallway. "I... I need... to ask you... something." Chandler couldn't look Jay in the eye. He cast his eyes down to the floor and swallowed his nervousness.

"I know we just met a few hours ago, but I want to know something. Do you... do you like me?"

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Adelaide Loveguard ~ Outside the resort

I stop running, panting as if I were a dog, and wiped my brow with one dirty hand. I then ran my hand through my raggedy hair, and looked slowly upward. There, in front of me, was a very flash looking hotel. 'Redmon Resort' the fancy letters spelt out on the front of the building.
Fingering the notes in the pocket, the ones I'd stolen from Mother when I fled home, I thought about how luxurious and comfortable the hotel would be compared to sleeping on the streets, as I had been for the last week.
I took a step closer to the door.
Suddenly, I pictured the roaring flames, burning in front of my eyes, and smelt the smoky smell as if I was back in the blazing apartment. I even heard Jason's voice in my head. 'Go Adie, save yourself, I promise I'll be fine.' I shivered, feeling the heat of that final explosion.

Blinking, I pulled some notes from my pocket and entered the Redmon Resort.

"Hello there, how can I help you?" a cheery voice broke into my trail of thought.
"I'd like a room please," I stammered.
"Room 4 or 5?" the voice replied.
"5," I said, without thinking.
"Three hundred pounds please," the voice sang.
I handed it over without a single word, and recieved a metal key in return.
"First floor," said the voice, cheerier than ever. "Enjoy your stay!"

Pushing open the door to my room, I glanced up at the shiny number five and felt an unreasoning fear and sense of uncomfort. Number five, I thought, the number of Jason's apartment.

The one that burned down...along with Jason himself.

Mia - Dance Studio.

Aw, fuck. Mia thought angrily, surveying the crowded dance studio. Everyone who was anyone was there, either mingling or dancing their heart out. Most wore dressed for the occasion, in dresses and tuxedos. Some were dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt. Mia wore a black dress, with layers of eyelet lace on the bottom. It flew out every time she walked around. Her hair was in an elegant side ponytail. She felt out of place, but at the same time, very pretty. Too bad it was wasted on stupid Grant.

"Mia." Grant said in an approving voice, sliding up besides her. "You look extravagant."

"Whatever." Mia muttered, shoving past him to the refreshments. She got herself a glass of red fruit punch and leaned against the wall, her eyes locked on the clock. When is this over?!

"What are you doing?" Grant hissed, following her. His cerulean eyes flashed with anger.

"Waiting to leave." Mia said calmly, ignoring him.

"Not happening. You are my date, Mia. Now get off the damn wall and come dance." Grant wiped the look off his face with a faux smile, winking at some giggling girls nearby. Mia rolled her eyes and moved away from him, to the crowd. She hoped to lose him.

"Get back here, Mia, dear." Grant called, following her. He took her hand roughly and pulled her close.

"Get off me!" Mia yelled, shoving him away. She swirled around and flounced away into the mass of twisting bodies. She looked behind her to see if he was pursuing her. Instead, she rammed into someone and knocked her head against their shoulder, immediantly knocking her to the ground.

(So, yeah, it's short. I apologize, I was on late timing. Grant = Stalker. Can Mia get a knight in shinning armour here? ;D)

Cruz | Dance Studio

Spoiler

I couldn't tell if the way you ended your post meant that your character was knocked unconscious or not, but I tried to pick off in an interesting way. Hope you don't mind. Though if you do I can easily change this. :]

The place was packed. Well, a little claustrophobic for my taste really. But what else was there to do in place of this party? I guess I could only be partly amused that I had been somewhat invited by strangers. Perhaps I'd have some luck meeting newer and less eager faces than the two pool girls that had led me here. Then again, perhaps I would've had better luck running into that shy girl, Lily. I wonder if she ended up hearing around about the part after all. Even though she didn't quite seem like the partying type. But then again, was I the partying type?

Normally I liked parties, but the atmosphere here was all a bit too messy to feel like any organized hotel youth gig. I started glancing around as I made my way through the steamy crowd, finding it rather funny that not everyone came dressed to suit any theme. Some kids looked as though they had merely wandered in, and others seemed to be dressed to the nines. It was difficult to spot a steady medium. Other than myself.

"--Whoa," I found myself suddenly blurting in a quiet breath of air.

As my glance fell down, it was only to see it had been a petite little blonde girl who had run into me. Though she seemed sorry she had bumped me, her glance seemed a little distracted, and she patted my shoulder once in a sorry gesture before attempting to continue scooting her way, slightly disoriented, through the crowd. I watched on as she meandered through dancing kids as they continued to bump and nudge her in the midst of the loud music. I guess not everyone besides myself were fooled by the phony party vibe.

I trailed a few steps in her direction. She was having the toughest time getting by, I felt bad.

"Hey," I uttered in a huskier tone, only to make my sound audible through all the chaos of noise surrounding me. She turned her head to look up at me. "You bumped into me back there," I teased.

"I'm sorry," she replied with a sincere smile. "I'm just--" a dancing couple bumped her near to the ground again; just as she nearly fell when she had bumped me. I caught her gently by the arm and leveled her to her feet again. "Thank you," she mumbled. "I'm just trying to get through the crowd."

"So I see," I replied before gesturing her toward a clearer pathway. She followed closely in my footsteps, though some way or other still managed to get sucked into the mess of dancing people here and there. The clearing by the DJ was in sight soon enough though, and it felt damn good to be out of the crowd myself. "You're welcome," I smiled.

The nameless girl looked up at me with a grateful twinkle in her eye, but said little to nothing. "I'm Mia."

Lily Carter - hall near room, then Dance Studio

I had heard about the dance that night in the dance studio, but I wasn't planning on going. Until, on my way back to my room from the pool, I noticed that just about everybody in the Resort was going. Each with either a friend or as a couple. I tried to remind myself why I had come here, to be independent and focus on my future, but I couldn't help but remember that I didn't have any friends. This would be a good opportunity to make some. I convinced myself that social skills were very important, and that was the reason I was going, but to be honest, it was because I was so...lonely.

I rummaged through my clothes, looking for anything to wear. Finally, I found a nice dress.

Soon, I was on my way down to the dance studio. I took a deep breathe and smoothed my dress as I stood before the entrance. It was very obvious how nervous I was. Hopefully I wouldn't have to dance...or talk. I finally walked into the studio after a very nervous minute.

Lights flashed, music blared. I looked around and found a nice corner near the punch bowl where nobody else was standing, so I headed over there. Though I really wasn't enjoying myself much, I refused to let myself leave.

Mia | Dance Studio.

"I'm Mia." She glanced up at the handsome man that towered over her, his eyes twinkling with a sort of humor she didn't get.

"I'm Cruz." He offered her a quirky smile, extending a hand. Mia catiously shook it, feeling the rough, leathery skin. She realized that she had been engaged in what seemed to be a stare down and dropped her eyes, blushing slightly. Stupid. Mia scowled at her feminine, weaker counterpart that always seemed to melt under the sexy gaze of a man.

"Thank you for catching me. I would've fallen flat on my ass if you hadn't been there." She said softly, flashing him a embarrassed smile.

"Thk my cat-like reflexes." Cruz chuckled, waving a hand in the air. "No need to thank me. Why were you in such a rush, anyway?"

Before Mia could reply, a handsome man with angry green eyes approached them, his facial fetures etched in a foced calm. "There you are, Mia. I've been loking for you." He wounded an arm around her waist and fixed Cruz with a haughty glare. "Thank you for catching my date before she harmed herself. We'll be leaving now."

Mia squirmed and threw his hand off of her hip like it was a disease. "I'm not your date and I'm not going anywhere with you."

Cruz raised an eyebrow at Grant and reached for Mia. She clutched his hand and backed up behind him, not once doubting
her trust in him. "Are you harrassing Mia?"

"Stay out of this." Grant snapped, flashing Cruz a disgusted look. "Mia Pallares, come here. Now."

"She doesn't have to obey you. She is not your bitch." Cruz said calmly, stepping in front of Mia.

"You're treading in dangerous waters, Cruz." Grant straightened up and rolled his shoulders back. "I'd hate to break that pretty little face of yours."

"Just go away and leave me alone!" Mia cried, dodging behind Cruz and darted in front of him, darig Grant to retaliate. "Just because your daddy's spoiled little princess doesn't mean you get whatever you want."

"Mia, shut up." Cruz snapped, trying to move her away. He saw Grant's eyes flash and knew a fight was going to break out.

"Yeah, Mia Oh My Uh. Shut your mouth before it gets you in some serio trouble." Grant smirked. "Unless you need your pathetic loser of a bodyguard to protect you."

"You know what, Grant Redmon? You're just an insignificant little moron who doesn't have the balls to get what he wants unless he has someone else get it for him. He pushes people around and steps on them because they're to scared of your father to fight back. But when it comes to someone who will fight back, you run. Just like the pussy ou are." Mia hissed, throwing the verbal insults at him with such hatred, Cruz winced slightly.

Grant's hand twitched, as if he was going to hit her. Mia flinced, expecting the familiar and painful touch she always would recognize. But Grant though better and instead cast Cruz a smirk. "You can havd the slut. She's just a cheap and easy whore, anyway."

Mia narrowed her eyes and slapped Grant hard across the face, the sound reverberating through the room. All of the dancing socialetes stopped moving and watched Grant's reaction.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Grant turned away from Mia and placed a hand on his cheek, gently fingering the red mark. He growled low in his throat and fixed Mia with black eyes full of pure hared and fury. He violently back-handed Mia and sent her spirling to the floor, knocking her unconcious.

(Okay, I hopd this wasn't out of Cruz's character. He seemed like the sexy, mysterious type. Anywho, lemme know if it's wrong. Though I like this post. A lot. xD)

Mia | Dance Studio.

"I'm Mia." She glanced up at the handsome man that towered over her, his eyes twinkling with a sort of humor she didn't get.

"I'm Cruz." He offered her a quirky smile, extending a hand. Mia catiously shook it, feeling the rough, leathery skin. She realized that she had been engaged in what seemed to be a stare down and dropped her eyes, blushing slightly. Stupid. Mia scowled at her feminine, weaker counterpart that always seemed to melt under the sexy gaze of a man.

"Thank you for catching me. I would've fallen flat on my ass if you hadn't been there." She said softly, flashing him a embarrassed smile.

"Thk my cat-like reflexes." Cruz chuckled, waving a hand in the air. "No need to thank me. Why were you in such a rush, anyway?"

Before Mia could reply, a handsome man with angry green eyes approached them, his facial fetures etched in a foced calm. "There you are, Mia. I've been loking for you." He wounded an arm around her waist and fixed Cruz with a haughty glare. "Thank you for catching my date before she harmed herself. We'll be leaving now."

Mia squirmed and threw his hand off of her hip like it was a disease. "I'm not your date and I'm not going anywhere with you."

Cruz raised an eyebrow at Grant and reached for Mia. She clutched his hand and backed up behind him, not once doubting
her trust in him. "Are you harrassing Mia?"

"Stay out of this." Grant snapped, flashing Cruz a disgusted look. "Mia Pallares, come here. Now."

"She doesn't have to obey you. She is not your bitch." Cruz said calmly, stepping in front of Mia.

"You're treading in dangerous waters, Cruz." Grant straightened up and rolled his shoulders back. "I'd hate to break that pretty little face of yours."

"Just go away and leave me alone!" Mia cried, dodging behind Cruz and darted in front of him, darig Grant to retaliate. "Just because your daddy's spoiled little princess doesn't mean you get whatever you want."

"Mia, shut up." Cruz snapped, trying to move her away. He saw Grant's eyes flash and knew a fight was going to break out.

"Yeah, Mia Oh My Uh. Shut your mouth before it gets you in some serio trouble." Grant smirked. "Unless you need your pathetic loser of a bodyguard to protect you."

"You know what, Grant Redmon? You're just an insignificant little moron who doesn't have the balls to get what he wants unless he has someone else get it for him. He pushes people around and steps on them because they're to scared of your father to fight back. But when it comes to someone who will fight back, you run. Just like the pussy ou are." Mia hissed, throwing the verbal insults at him with such hatred, Cruz winced slightly.

Grant's hand twitched, as if he was going to hit her. Mia flinced, expecting the familiar and painful touch she always would recognize. But Grant though better and instead cast Cruz a smirk. "You can havd the slut. She's just a cheap and easy whore, anyway."

Mia narrowed her eyes and slapped Grant hard across the face, the sound reverberating through the room. All of the dancing socialetes stopped moving and watched Grant's reaction.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Grant turned away from Mia and placed a hand on his cheek, gently fingering the red mark. He growled low in his throat and fixed Mia with black eyes full of pure hared and fury. He violently back-handed Mia and sent her spirling to the floor, knocking her unconcious.

(Okay, I hopd this wasn't out of Cruz's character. He seemed like the sexy, mysterious type. Anywho, lemme know if it's wrong. Though I like this post. A lot. xD)

Adelaide Lovegaurd | Room 5
The room was nicely decorated. Well, you could say so. The walls were painted a deep red, which reminded me painfully of flames. I crossed into the bedroom, barely glancing at the richly decorated wall. Sinking down onto the bed, I could hear a beat of music coming from down below. I flung open the activities timetable I'd been given, and scanned through.
Disco, it said, in the Dance Studio.
Now, even when I am in the darkest pit of despair, the old me can't help shining through. The one who loved to party. But more than that, the one who loved to meet new guys. Potential boyfriends. I slapped myself on the wrist. Shut up Adie, I thought. You're mourning Jason. Your boyfriend, remember? You loved him with all your heart.
Even as I was thinking this, I was standing up, opening my suitcase, pulling out my only good dress from the pile of clothes. I'd only packed it as it was the one Jason bought for me.
Jason, I thought. I love him.
But he's dead, the other voice said in my head. Get over him, meet someone else.
As the angel and the devil fought in my head, I slipped on the dress, which was a short, tight one, made from emerald green velvet with sequins.
Before i'd even realised, I'd straightened my hair, put on my matching high heels, and was off down the corridor, on my way to the dance studio.
The heavy beating music was louder and louder until I reached the studio. The music dragged my worries away from me as I enetred the room, and was emerged in the mass of party goers.