Date? Winter 28th, 2010
Time? 11:30 pm
Mood? Depressed
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New Year’s Eve, this is a holiday to celebrate the coming of new hopes, and a new year, obviously. But it was also the young man’s birth date. And with each passing year, his hopes and dreams were crushed by a giant birthday cake, a stack of presents, an over-controlling father, and a future that wasn’t too far off. It came so quickly this year… Scott frowned as he checked another day off his calendar with a red marker.

His father’s personal butler, Gilbert, was standing a few feet behind him. He seemed to be smiling, and more cheerful about the celebration, a total contrast from Scott. In fact, it was probably Scott’s depression that caused the butler to smile in delight. They hated each other, hence, why their moods always contrasted. “Young Master Wesley,” he said, using the title all servants called him by. “It is time to head downstairs now. You know how your father hates when you are late, don’t you? Best not to keep your own birthday party waiting.” His voice was as smooth as honey, and had a confident ring in it that irritated Scott to no end.

”Shut up and get out, you rat! I’ll be down in a minute!” Scott snapped back at him. Gilbert merely smirked before walking out of Scott’s room, the words spoiled brat... echoed in his mind. But he maintained his unfazed smirk. He didn’t even give Haruhi, Scott’s maidservant, a passing glance when he walked by her. Haruhi tensed up upon seeing him though. She had been listening through the door to the entire conversation. After Gilbert was out of sight, she let out a small sigh of relief before looking back into Scott’s room through the slight opening in his door.

What the maid saw next was what caused her to jump. Scott roughly knocked over a large stack of gaudy looking presents sitting on a table in his room. The presents tumbled to the ground, making loud crumpling noises as they fell. But when Haruhi saw Scott’s face, something about his expression wasn’t angry. It was more melancholic, and despairing, not that that was any better. Haruhi wished she could do something to help Scott, but she hadn’t a clue how he felt. After all, she wasn’t in an arranged marriage. She had more freedom than he did, despite that she was a maidservant.

Scott let out a sigh before putting on a tie and heading out of his room. “O-oh, I-I came to c-clean your room, Master W-Wesley!” Haruhi stuttered as he passed by, accidentally shouting out of nervousness. But Scott didn’t respond to her either. He went to the stairs instead of the elevator, heading down to the party on the first floor quietly.

The party took place in the large dining hall, and also the garden out back. To the far right of the room, there was a table covered in a large assortment of goodies and alcoholic beverages, the biggest goodie being a large cake that said “Happy birthday” on it. Many guests were probably wondering what the birthday cake was for, since most thought this was simply a New Year’s party. Which it was, but it was also Scott’s birthday. Though he could care less what they knew. Everywhere he looked, there were people. Rich people, no doubt. Father wouldn’t invite any ‘commoners’ to a party. Some were business partners of dads, others were just his peers. Then there were a few teens who called themselves Scott’s ‘friends.’

Scott groaned when he saw them talking in a group, and sneaked quietly to the far corner of the garden outside, behind some pretty rose bushes, praying nobody noticed he hasn’t joined the party yet and started looking for him. The air was crisp and chilly, causing Scott to shiver a little. Scott sighed as he quietly waited for when it would be time to count down till the New Year.

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It seemed like any normal day. I have only been in Obsidian for a few weeks. The people are very nice to me. They look at me with curious eyes, knowing that I came from the city. Wondering why I would ever come to a small town such as this, away from all of the excitement. Well, that’s the reason right there! To live a quiet lifestyle and be able to raise a family one day in a secure home with plenty of history and culture. I had been doing a photo shoot at that time of the day. Taking photos in the local gardens. These photos would be displayed at the Aventurine Apparel to collect more customers. Making and designing all of the clothing myself. While the photo shoot was going on these very nicely dressed men passed by and took interest in what I was modeling.
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They came over and started to talk to myself and my photographer. We were laughing and getting to know one another. They took me aside and gave me a very pristine looking letter. They told me their close friend was holding a New Years Bash, and they just had to invite me. They seemed to take a liking to me. Their eyes not wavering from my outfit, occasionally going up to meet my eyes. However, being invited to something that could help take my career into a new direction made my heart flutter. I agree to attend. Although something seemed off, because they kept addressing me as if they thought I was something else. Talking about how their servants were such pests. Asking me if I had the same problem.
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Walking up the steps to the front gate, her dark blue heels clicking. Candace had never gotten so dressed up for a party before. The guards at the front gate greeted her kindly. Looking her over and just as she was about to give her name so they could check the guest list, they just let her in. Like she looked like she belonged there. She was star struck; she couldn't believe what was happening. Her long legs shone as she walked into the shinning gold and silver room. Filled with people, loud music, delicate food, gifts, and lots and lots of alcohol. Candace walked in slowly, taking it all in. Her curly red hair tossed over her shoulder, looking around and walking in towards the refreshments. Picking up a glass of sparkling cider, alcohol she wasn't into. Since her father was a complete drunk.
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Running her fingers through her hair nervously, she took a small sip from her drink, the bubbles feeling funny on her tongue, even though there wasn't any alcohol in it. Leaning up against the table, she watched as people talked and conversed. Suddenly the men that had invited her walked up to her laughing and with glasses of wine in hand. The smell of alcohol was heavy around them as they breathed upon her, "Hello again, Candace was it? Doesn't matter, your here and that’s all that counts! Were so glad you could make it." Said one of the men, the other was on her left and he smiled, his hand slithering around her waist, "Sooo, I think you owe me a dance. How old are you young lady?" He asked, slurring his words. Her eyes grew wide as they laughed with one another, saying things she couldn't quite understand, "I'm twenty-one Mr...?"
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"Call me Henry, Mr whatever is too formal! Twenty-one you say?" He paused and let out an obnoxious laugh, "Then its legal then!" referring to inappropriate content. "Excuse me, but its quite stuffy in here. I need some air. She unlatched his arm from around her waist and walked quickly away from the two men. Who continued to drink from their wine glasses. Looking at each other and laughing whole heartedly. "What am I doing here?!" She whispered to herself, her voice shaking. Making her way out into the gardens. Lights strung through the trees like fireflies. her heels clicked as she walked upon the brick pathway. No one else seemed to be outside. "What an interesting party." She said talking to herself sarcastically. Fixing her dress she continued to walk into the garden. The nights chill making her skin break out in goose bumps. Looking upon the many different kinds of flowers and vines she smiled bending down to smell them deeply, their scent mixing with her own floral perfume. "Wow, I can't believe these flowers are thriving in such a cold winter." Brushing the roses petals between her soft finger tips.

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Date? Winter 28th, 2010
Time? 11:30 pm
Mood? Depressed
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Scott perked up, smelling a strong scent that was mixing with the smell of the roses. He looked over to see a woman, who apparently hadn't noticed him yet, examining the roses. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity. He certainly didn't recognize this woman; Not as one of his "friends", nor as one of his father's peers. He smirked at her comment about the flowers.

"They're from Obsidian island," he said, leaning against a nearby tree. ”Apparently, due to the Harvest Godess’ blessing, flowers grow all year round there.” He knew full well that he probably surprised her. He’d be surprised to; discovering some random stranger he didn’t realize was there suddenly behind him.

Scott scanned the woman from top to bottom. She certainly looked high class, what with the designer outfit and whatnot. But why wasn’t she inside, enjoying the party and drinks? Who’d want to be out here when the air is ice cold? Except maybe for the same reason Scott was here for, to avoid them. Scott ran his fingers through his blonde hair, his indigo colored eyes looked right at the woman with an unfazed confident look that practically ran through his family. ”I’ve never seen you before. Are you one of father’s friends?” He said smoothly. As if she'd actually know who his father was...

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Turning around slowly to the suave voice that she heard from behind her. Eyes widening in a bit of surprise, not knowing people were out here with her. Most of the time she just had conversations with herself, so having someone comment back unexpectedly was a little funny to her. It was a man behind her, a very charismatic looking man with a suave air about him. He seemed to be of royalty, but dressed slightly a bit more casual than the rest of the party goers. He walked with an air of confidence, and of all knowing in his head. Candace smiled politely, "I didn't see you there." Candace honestly said with a small nervous giggle. As she listened to him, nodding to his statement she added, "Yes, I've heard that the Harvest Goddess can achieve great things. They are so beautiful, it seems like it makes them even more beautiful that it isn't their blooming season. The chill night air upon their petals."
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There she goes being all poetic when she was nervous. Running her fingers through her bright red hair, looking back at the man with a half smile, "Uh, no I'm not. I'm here for a modeling contract. They said they might be interested in sponsoring me. Inviting me to the party for business matters along with getting to know me better. It was for some type of advertising campaign." Inside her head she was already going to say no to the offer, especially how she was treated already by those men. She didn't know if everything was going to be that way or not, along with this kind of lifestyle not being the best for her. Too many people, which made her very self concious.
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"Although on another note..." trying to get of that subject completely, "it seems that this party isn't just for new years but as a birthday party too. I noticed some of the decor' along with gifts and a birthday cake. Would you happen to know who it was for? Funny, cause my birthday was only a few weeks ago." giggling softly to herself, a sad smile upon her pink lips. " Although I had just moved here on the 1st, so I couldn't celebrate it. However Mr. Ashford sure knows how to throw a memorable party. "
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Time? 11:30 pm
Mood? Depressed
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Scott raised his eyebrows upon hearing her speak about the rose petals in an almost poetic manner. A charming smile carved it's way onto his face. "Poetic one, aren't you?" He said, chuckling. He glanced at the roses, sure they were pretty, but he was pretty used to the 'pretty' things in life. Everything in his life was either pretty or gaudy, either way it was rich.

Scott quirked a brow, "Modeling? Advertising campaign?" He paused, his indigo eyes scanning her from top to bottom. "Well, I suppose you look the part..." Oh, she DID look like a model. Beautiful, wavy red hair, hazel eyes, and with the dress she was wearing, it wasn't hard to tell she had a lovely figure. The woman had a beauty that was fit for a noble, but it had a humble feeling about it that somewhat attracted him. Scott averted his gaze from her body and looked at her face instead so as to not seem perverted. He was raised to be a proper gentleman, and to never look a lady with lustful eyes. But when judging if someone is model material, you can't really help it.

Scott's eyes widened a little. So she's one of the few who noticed it's a birthday party... [b]"I believe it's for Mr. Ashord's son, Wesley." He answered her question, but didn't explain that he was Wesley Ashford. He didn't want to, either. He liked it better when people didn't know who he was, and didn't treat him differently because of it. Plus, he was sick of hearing "Happy Birthday." Scott raised his brow again upon haring that it was her birthday a few weeks ago. "I'm sorry you didn't get to celebrate it. Happy belated birthday." He said, giving a small bow.

He shrugged when she stated Mr. Ashford knew how to throw a party. "Yeah, I suppose so. If you like gaudy decorations, giant cakes, more presents than you even need, and crowds of people you didn't even know existed." He said, quite bluntly. "I'm sure Wesley is having the time of his life, right now." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He chuckled inwardly as he looked up at the stars. His sapphire blue eyes then slowly returned to looking at her hazel ones.

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Candace bit her lower lip with a small nervous smile, "Just a nervous habit." again saying things out loud that probably should be kept to herself. Which just made her giggle even more. She felt like a school girl, that this childish act was something very funny, although she shrugged it off. Her cheeks becoming a darker shade of pink as she noticed his glance move over her. Putting her arms over her chest in a cross like fashion so it would seem nature however she was becoming slightly uncomfortable. It reminded her of the men that were inside waiting for her. However, she knew that he didn't mean anything by it once his eyes quickly went back up to her own. "Thank you." It was all Candace could say without making a fool of herself.
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"Oh? His son. Well, I hope he's having a good birthday party. It seems like a ton of people are here. --" She then got caught off by him telling her happy birthday, Haha, thank you. But it's not my special day anymore, it's his. I feel so bad now...I didn't bring a gift. Maybe I should go look for him later to wish him a good one, you know? It's the polite thing to do." She shrugged her shoulders shivering only a little; it was starting to get colder outside. "Well, it’s plenty different to me. I usually have small parties with close family you know? But I love throwing them. I might get one together soon, so I can meet the new neighbors." She sensed the sarcasm in his life and she put on a sad smile, "It's true." taking a small step forward, <br>
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Time? 11:55 pm
Mood? Depressed
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"Haha, thank you. But it's not my special day anymore, it's his. I feel so bad now...I didn't bring a gift. Maybe I should go look for him later to wish him a good one, you know? It's the polite thing to do." Scott quirked his brow and chuckled. So humble she sounded. It was rather... odd. To Scott, at least. Almost refreshingly so."I'm sure he has plenty of presents. I doubt he'd even notice if you didn't give him a gift." He started to wonder what she meant by it being 'plenty different' to her. He, after all, was very used to the extravagant life of a rich boy.

"It's true..." Scott perked up, listening to the next things she said intently. "The best things in life are the small things. Simple things that make life so grand and worth living." These words echoed in his mind. His eyes stared right at her, as if trying to read her expression. They seemed a little confused, as if they didn't understand. Small? Simple? This terms were never considered 'grand' in his family. Normally, it was instinct that told him to automatically disagree with any compliment towards the simpler things in life. "I... agree." His tone sounded almost like it was a question. Scott wasn't Wesley right now though. He didn't need to act like Wesley Ashford around someone who didn't know his identity. Now was his chance to actually agree with what she was saying, even though he honestly didn't have a clue what the simple life was like. This also made him wonder how she seemed to know...

Scott chuckled again when she asked a question and then apologized. "It's quite alright," he reassured. Why on earth is she apologizing...? "You could say I'm a close friend of his." He answered. Very close indeed. So close that he shared the same body, you could say. Scoot quirked his brow. He could see her teeth chattering, and that she was shivering slightly as she rubbed her arms. "Good Lord, you must be freezing wearing that. Here..." Being the chivalrous gentleman that he was, he immediately took of his jacket, revealing his white shirt which glowed a little in the moonlight. He gently set it on her shoulders, smiling a little.

Scott looked up at the sky. "They're going to count down to midnight, I've always liked this part of New Years. Would you rather go inside, or remain here?"

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After hearing about his opinion on Ashford’s son it started to make Candace wonder about him. "I know it’s not large or extravagant but it’s quite beautiful. Don't you think?" She pulled out a spiral pink and gold colored shell from her clutch purse that was underneath her arm. "I found it on the beach this morning during my morning stroll and I found it to be so delicate...that I just had to take it with me. I'll put it on top of his gifts so its a little something from me. I do hope he enjoys it. " Twisting it around her fingers slowly. She smiled at him softly, as he put the coat around her shoulders. Biting her lower lip in embarrassment, "Thank you, you are very kind. I never got you name though. I'm Candace Sherman."
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Her eyes widened a little bit looking up at him, "Inside?" Candace thought about this for a moment. The inappropriate men were inside. Biting her lip she knew that this man was kind enough to be her escort and wouldn't let anyone else touch her. She nodded her head, "Yes, going inside sounds nice. The weather is taking its turn to becoming even colder." She told him gently giggling. Rubbing her lips together looking at his arm, wondering if she should take it or not. He wasn't offering it, but... Candace wrapped her arm around his, "As long as your my escort." She told him, a bit of flintiness came out in her tone. It was quite foreign to Candace but somehow it seemed right for this moment.
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Looking away her hazel eyes gleamed, just something about him seemed off. But in a good kind of way that seem to be attractive and drawing her in closer to him. As they walked through the garden and back into the house she put her blue clutch back underneath her arm, still holding the shell in her hand. The inside of the mansion was glowing with even more people that had arrived. The men that she had met earlier weren't anywhere to be seen, Probably at the bar no doubt. They started to pass the gift section that was dedicated to Mr. Ashford's son. She smiled politely as she let go of his arm for a small second to go over to the gifts, setting down the small shell on top of them. It seemed to pale in comparison to all of the brightly wrapped and colorful gifts that surrounded the small shell,
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"I hope he still enjoys it." She whispered mostly to herself as she went back to the man taking up his arm, "Let's go see the countdown now." She whispered. Candace had never really celebrated New Years before, she was always working very hard with her grandmother, and passing out from exhaustion. But this year was different; this was a new life for her.
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Time? 11:55 pm
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Scott eyed the shell and nodded. "It's lovely, alright." It was small, and delicate. It was humble, but it had a gentle elegance about that that made him smile. "Thank you, you are very kind. I never got you name though. I'm Candace Sherman." "You're welcome," he smiled. "Lovely name. Mine is... Scott. Scott Smith. He wanted to keep up the charade of not being Mr. Ashford's son, if only for a little longer. Smith was typically the first last name he could come up with.

"As long as you're my escort." Scott quirked his brow again when she wrapped her arms around this. Not that he minded this of course, he was enjoying Candace's company. Scott nodded his head and smiled softly. "But of course. Inside it is then. I'd gladly be your escort." He said smoothly. He lead her through the garden, and inside.

Scott kept an eye out for anybody that'd give away his identity, making sure he didn't run into any of his peers. He'd rather not deal with the snobs right now. Scott rubbed his temples when he saw the stack of presents dedicated to him. He watched curiously as Candace placed the shell on top. He secretly hoped that it wouldn't get knocked off and broken, as it seemed to be a unique gift to him. Sure, it wasn't gaudy and extravagant, like the other gifts. But it was more natural looking, and comforting to look at. It seemed as though Scott already had his favorite birthday present picked out for this year.

"Let's go see the countdown now." He heard her whisper. He smiled and lead her to the center of the room. There was a crowd now, gathering about for the big moment. Scott instinctively stood a bit closer to Candace, being her escort and all. There was a large clock on the center of the wall. People had party poppers, ready to shoot confetti in the air. 60 seconds left... Everyone began to count down. 60...59...58... Scott mouthed the numbers quietly as he looked up at the clock, his eyes beaming. "5...4...3...2...1..." Many people in the crowd began to cheer, some tossing their hats in the air, others pulling the string off the party poppers. Confetti flew everywhere, covering everyone's heads. Scott smiled as he looked at Candace. "Happy New Years!" He said, quite cheerfully. Something about this New Years felt... different, to say the least.

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Candace smiled hearing his named, "Scott Smith, its also a very nice name." He seemed to be more cautious whenever he escorted Candace into a certain direction. Like he was trying to avoid something...or someone. She tried to place it out of her mind but it was just something that stuck to her brain. Sighing as she finally heard the countdown finally occur. She smiled and squealed with joy. Covering her mouth quickly with her thin fingers in embarrassment and whispered a quick sorry. However her words were lost in the loudness of the crowd around them. She felt Scott pull her close to him, like he also felt the same about the swallowing crowd. "5...4...3...2...1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!" she screamed like everyone else around them.
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Looking around people were screaming with joy and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Then she noticed that couple were kissing each other as confetti started to fall from the ceiling. Her eyes went wider as she watched a couple embrace one another and kiss each other passionately. A New Years kiss, how romantic was that? Candace's heart was pounding, looking up she watched as Scott was having a good time too. Smiling, she looked back down at her feet and then back at him. Going on her tippy toes just slightly so she could reach his cheek. Giving him a small peck on his warm cheek. Her entire face turned several shades darker.
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" Thank you for keeping me company tonight. I'm having a great time." Her thoughts were going a million miles a second. Things going through her mind that made her emotions change quickly. Wanting to apologize for her actions, yet she wanted to grab him for more. But, this place overall...this town. Just seemed to be bringing her out of her comfort zone and she liked it. Oddly enough she liked it.
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Candace had a giant grin on her face; this party atmosphere was doing a number on her usual quiet and calm nature. It seemed to whisper to her to dance on top of tables and just go completely nuts. She watched kids in college do it, however when she was in college she kept to the books and continue to learn about fashion. While models had sex with their photographers, she studied the poses and different trends of each era while she was in school. Graduating at the top of her class in design school. It was some of the best fun she had ever had. Even though she was away from her Grandmother, for most of the day she would come back late and work for her so she could have an easy morning and afternoon while she was at school.
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Candace's hazel eyes grew wide and it seemed her hair set fire. Scott's lips were pressed against hers more in a surprise way but it was still something she wanted to do again, and again, and AGAIN! Her insides seemed to melt; her romance novels were finally coming true. After reading so many it finally came to life and stuck to her destiny. Her long legs seem to jiggle under the non-moving floor. Only being kept up by the sudden departure of his lips and his hands going to her shoulders, putting distance between them.

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► Mood: tense<br>
► Date: Spring 1st, 09<br>
► Time: 12:00am <br>
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► Mood: Impressed, Shocked<br>
► Date: Spring 1st, 09<br>
► Time: 12:30am <br>
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