Morningstar Manor

Savannah needed coffee. She had been up most of the night, finally inspired to work on her pet project documentary. She had shot for a year in France on how modern day bohemians fared in contrast to the past. It was a lot of editing, putting both her shots in and older shots from the 60s she had gotten from an old French filmmaker who never made it.

After her editing spree she spent most of the morning unpacking, which was still moving slow as molasses. now she was wiped and needed a caffeine fix to keep going for the rest of the day. She got the largest coffee they offered, taken black, then went and sat, opening her laptop. She had to order her textbooks and have the overnighted so she received them in time for classes on Monday. She was going to have even less time to work on her art since she had to get herself a business degree as per the conditions of her father's will. Bastard couldn't get her to go to school while he was living, but managed it in death. Such was her damn luck.

Lucas didn't feel like hanging out in the apartment much since Thomas seemed to be on a foul mood once again. So he had decided to haul his laptop downstairs to the Mocha and was idly browsing Youtube to kill time. He half-accidentally found videos on flair bartending that caught his interest and he kept on clicking on more of the similar kind in the relative videos. He had headphones in his ears so he barely knew of anything that was happening around him.

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On her way home from work Laura glanced at her delicate silver wrist watch concerned about the time. She walked through the lobby to gather her mail and wondered if she would make it in time for the tai chi class with Smith.

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Emily joined the queue in the Mocha - she had her chocolate brown hair on a ponytail and flour and oil stains and other food items on her clothes, but she just wanted a coffee and a sandwich since her own kitchen was full of things for the wedding so she could not be bothered with trying to do anything else in there. After a morning of preparation work and stock boiling she decided it was time for a break, and so she scanned the coffeeshop for familiar faces to keep her company. Now she had her usual lively color on her cheeks and a friendly smile to spare for every one - unlike for example a week ago when she had looked horribly miserable.

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Robert pulled his broad figure over the edge of the pool up on the roof and stood up right with water dripping from his black slightly over grown hair and his skin. He took a few steps to the lounger and grabbed his towel to dry his face and ruffle extra moisture from his hair, and glanced towards the sound of an opening door to see who was coming in.

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Avery stood outside the main doors having a smoke, one hand in the pocket of his white dress pants, the other holding the cigarette, with a white polo shirt on and mirror-lensed aviator style Police sun glasses on his nose, and observed the people coming in and out in grumpy silence.

Savannah grunted as she dropped yet another box of her crap into her new living room. The movers had finished bringing everything upstairs, setting up her furnitures, but she was on her own for the plethora of boxes piled outside of her open apartment door and scattered all over her home. It was going to take her forever to get all these things unpacked. The only room that was already completely set up was her work room. She had personally brought all of her equipment, not trusting the moving company with such expensive, delicate items and set that up first thing in the morning while they were setting up her furniture. Now she had to worry about the rest of her apartment.

The Streets played from her stereo as she took a drink of water from the bottle on her kitchen counter. She tapped her foot to it as she tried to think of a way to organize everything. Nothing came to her and she shrugged, putting down the bottle and heading back out into the hallway to grab another box.