Morningstar Manor

Anastasia sat in the garden, a content smile upon her face as she snapped pictures of random flowers and summer foilage before it was all gone. Her anniversary getaway with Trevor had went extremely well, and she was starting to feel good about her life again.

Niles was in the garage with Piglet in a dirty grey t-shirt and a pair of battered jeans with grease up to his elbows as he looked at the cars innards. Something just wasn't right, and he had to figure out what it was. He worried about that car like it was his child. 

Isabella sat down in the laundry room, dressed casually for once in a plain white tank top and a pair of short black shorts. Her flip flops lay on the floor discarded from where she sat on top of the washer, reading through the New York Times. 

Smith sat alone in the Mocha in a pair of black work out pants and a white tank top, hiding a very uncharacteristic bout of chuckles behind a Chuck Palahniuk novel as he watched someone that had been sent to watch him tuck and roll across the lobby, as if he wouldn't notice it. 

Bea was up at the pool again in her silver bikini, her iPod on but turned down just incase anyone talked to her. Before her sat a to-do list where she lay on her stomach, her feet crossed at the ankles behind her.

The spa was dead - which was to be expected really mid week. Thursday and Friday it was manic as people got ready for the weekend but wednesday was the day for catching up with paper work and finishing off those bits of decoration that needed glossing up a bit.

Today Kris had obtained a series of large potted plants and was amusing himself by shifting them around to find where they looked best. Right this moment he was festooned in Russian vine, and admiring the effect in a mirror. Next costume party he'd be going as Bacchus for definite.

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.