magicalmariebeaumont

[magicalmariebeaumont]

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The more Gwen talked the more her frown deepened, sure some rules seemed reasonable - but she was the type to listen to music till midnight and she wasn’t going to accept 10pm as a reasonable hour.

“Excuse me, I don’t know why you are acting like my mother, no even my mother would allow me much more freedom.” She pointed out. “Why can’t we bring someone over? There is room for seven people -” She pointed out again. “And some have events going on so we wouldn’t all be here anyways.”

“Secondly 10 pm, I don’t know but not all of us need a beauty sleep, and I listen to music with my headphones before I head to bed.”

“Also, I am a lousy sleeper so I need more time that 15 minutes to brush my teeth and hair, you can’t just come here and decide everything for us simply because you are older than us - we are all adults here.”

@CABIN 1 ( @javi-jookiba, @mynameis-stephen, @magicalmariebeaumont, @ashley-armbruster, @itsashleytomassian​, @minniemyshkin​)

This is not what Gwen paid for. She had a grand vision of renting out a cabin for herself, Javi, Stephen, and Lilo to give Nani her much deserved break, while building relationships with the two wayward teens that would help correct their unruly behavior and bring them all closer as a family housemates.

Instead, Lilo wasn’t even in their cabin and they were sharing it with a bunch of strangers. Clearly, whoever set up this whole event wasn’t doing their job correctly and she would have some stern words for the feedback survey. In the meantime, with no choice but to accept things how they were, she could at least make the most of it.

“AHEM! Excuse me, can I have your attention please?” She called out to everyone in the cabin who was getting settled. “As we’ll all be living together for the next week, I think it’s important for us to set up some ground rules.” She held up a list that she’d started working on the moment they got here. “First of all, let’s please be respectful of everyone’s things. Ask before you touch something and communicate when you need to borrow something. Next, please do not bring anyone into the cabin. These are tight spaces and there are plenty of places on the campgrounds to meet. Third, 10pm and afterwards is quiet time, as we all need our rest for the coming events. Shower time should be limited to 15 minutes so that there’s enough hot water to go around. In general, please be courteous about the communal bathroom, keeping it dry and clean for everyone else’s sakes. Lastly, communication is key! Any problems we have we should just talk out with one another and if the other party isn’t there, I’ve brought post it notes for people to air out their grievances as needed.”

With that, she placed her hands on her hips. “So! Do we have any questions or suggestions for other rules?”

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Marie looked at Tina with a shrug: “I always have a bow in my hair.” It was one of her trademarks. “And I also know you are pretty much engaged so you aren’t getting anything out of me.” She couldn’t flirt with a married/almost married person. She still had standards. “So what’s it up for me, Hun.” She crossed her arms. “In case you didn’t know - I sleep in one of the cabins, so I don’t even work on those dumb tents.”

Starter for @magicalmariebeaumont​

Tina wasn’t exactly thrilled about her tent mates (well, one of her tent mates) but she was no in the process of convincing herself that, regardless of that absolutely dire circumstances, her team was going to win. She was busying herself with tying up a make-shift fence for her camp ground, which she had no dubbed ‘Fort Banishment’ without consulting anyone else in the group. She was running low on things to tie other things together with though, and picked a victim from another team to target. (Resourcefulness, or whatever.)

“Hey! You, person!” She looked like Toulouse, her teammate, so she could use that to her advantage or something. “Do you have, like, a ribbon or a hair tie or something?”

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“Ding dong dingedy ding dong.” Marie sang as she opened the door for her brother’s girlfriend, and newly in the make friend. “Come in, come in.” She opened the door widely for Rachel to get in. “Toulouse isn’t here if you are looking for him, but hey I just made this lovely pasta and i honestly can’t eat it alone, so do you want a plate while you wait for him?”

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Rachel was feeling significantly more restless than usual (and her usual was pretty restless to begin with). All the stuff with Cass getting sick and avoiding her, Flynn appearing and asking to get coffee like it was nothing, the fact that it had been her birthday a few days back, and an approaching traumatic date hadn’t exactly left her feeling relaxed. She was on the hunt for anyone that she could just ramble to for thirty minutes, and thought Toulouse would be a decent shout. The problem was, she couldn’t find him. Her last port of call was his actual house before she had to assume he was in a class or something.

Rachel stood at the Beaumont’s grand front door, debating how many rings of the bell was an acceptable amount before you made someone angry. “One more ring won’t hurt, right?”

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notasweetnightingale​:

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“Meryl Streep in the Devil Wears Prada put my sentiments into a single line delivery perfectly,” Deziree replied. It was hard to say now if she truly didn’t like the florals, or if her brain had been so infested by the line that she couldn’t form her own opinion of it. “Hollywood Classics is arguably better, but no one in this town has any taste or originality, so the room would be filled with one hundred Marilyn wannabees. I’d be lass mad if they took a page from Anna Wintour’s book and stole the Met Gala theme. At least her themes are good.”

Deziree crossed her arms defensively. It was taking most of her willpower not to completely shut Marie down on the spot. Clearly the girl was missing all the signals that she was entering choppy waters. “Don’t bother. It’s insulting,” was all she said on Marie’s accusations. Marie might have thought she was being nice, but in Deziree’s eyes she was rolling out the pity party.

“Ah, yes, show up in pyjamas and be the laughingstock of the town. Great idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” Deziree scoffed. “Just because it isn’t worth getting dressed doesn’t mean I’m going to ridicule myself.”

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“Truly you get your fashion advice from a movie/book persona?” She raised an eyebrow. “That explains a lot, honestly.” She crossed her arms, it seemed that Deziree and her wouldn’t be friends anytime soon, not that Marie minded, she didn’t want to spend time with a stuck up princess who only knows how to spew venom that her mother chewed up for her. It was like Deziree didn’t have a personality without Lady Tremaine, a pity because well her personality now was simply just being shitty to people. She scoffed at the insulting part. “No Deziree, you are insulting.” She rolled her eyes and continued speaking. “You think you can act like a snobby brat and people will just let you - I’m here to say I won’t hear it - and I won’t bother listening to you.”

“You should have come to the party in pajamas, at least people would laugh at you and not about your mother.” Bad move Marie but hey, she didn’t care about this princess - even if she was drop-dead gorgeous. With that she turned around, leaving the princess being a wallflower on the wall.

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adropofgoldenrachelx​:

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Rachel blinked at Marie’s response. “People just give out… pills at parties?” she asked. She had been to a few parties, sure, but her obliviousness really was something to be noted. Her so-called friends certainly used it for their amusement sometimes. Now, as sceptical as she was that anyone at parties would be doing anything bad, the little voice in the back of her head that sounded like ‘Mother’ chimed in to remind her about the bad, cruel people in the world, and the harm they wanted to cause her. “You know, I, uh, don’t really go to that many parties anyway so I guess I’m safe?” She folded an arm across herself comfortingly. “And I do like chocolate…”

Ah, good old paranoia was kicking back in.

“I’m glad you’re healed,” Rachel replied, offering a smile. The smile itself was very quickly masking a range of emotions that she didn’t particularly want to open herself up to. Not with a girl she just met. Even if she was Toulouse’s sister. “I didn’t know that was even a thing… Can’t you just like, like someone because you like them…? I don’t think I have a type.” The question had her so completely off guard that she laughed awkwardly. The ends of her hair were already back in her hands. “I–Uh– I don’t know. He’s nice?”

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“They do, its drugs.” Marie said with a shrug, she experimented with it from time to time - but once she had a bad trip, and she decided that she wouldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t worth risking her health either. “You can get offered a pill anywhere if you aren’t careful, but you know you should always check what you are given - not everything is a painkiller you know.” There were a lot of bad people out there. “Who doesn’t like chocolate - well unless you are allergic to milk then i can understand you not liking chocolate.” Marie continued.

“Hmm i guess you have a point, I just figured that you liked his creativity since you are creative as well - and my brother is kind to everyone, so i guess you would like his kindness as well his quirkiness perhaps...” Honestly, it wasn’t like Marie didn’t know how great of a guy her brother was, but somehow she felt bitter that he was against her dating Charlie when he had a girlfriend himself.

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To my father

Ed: I know, but even if they don't want to see me, I can make the trip just for you. Sure. hm. I'm a singer, before I met your mother I was the drummer, she was the one that game me the courage to sing and start my own band. If you have any videos of you singing, I would love to hear it. My favorite drink is water, I know, very boring. It used to be whiskey, but I have been sober for 10 years now. My favorite food is a tie between pizza and taco, and my favorite chocolate is reeses pieces. How about you? i would love to know more about you.

Marie: You'd do that? For me? I, thank you. You are a singer? I'm a singer as well. What's your favorite genre of music. Sorry I just there is so much I want to know. What's the name of your band. Water is good, did you ever try flavored water though, I enjoy it after a run. I like to stay in shape - i uh like to be seen.

Marie: My favorite food is cherry pie, and my favorite chocolate is dark chocolate.

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thomas-o-malley​:

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Marie had been so excited to talk about her music and his music that it was noticeable when her tone changed. Thomas wondered what had caused it, but before he could ask if everything was alright, she blindsided him with a question of her own. It surprised him so much he stared at her for a moment, then said, “What? What brought on a question like that?” He was only surprised, not upset, and it was not that he did not want to answer. He just did not know why Marie had suddenly asked him that.

In truth, that was not a question he had ever thought about. As far as he knew, he had no unexpected children running around. No woman he had ever been with had ever said anything about it to him, but then again, Thomas had never stuck around long enough to find out the results of any of his one night stands. But, if he had ever been approached with such a situation, he would never have said anything so heartless. Finally, in a more soft tone, he shook his head and said, “No Marie, I couldn’t ever ask that of someone else. That wouldn’t be my call, and I don’t see how I could even think of somethin’ like that in the first place.” He paused, then inquired, “Why’re you askin’ ‘bout that anyway? Are you…did someone ask you to do that?”

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Marie loved her music, it was part of who she was. But sometimes she wondered if that was all there was to her. Surely her passion for music came from her mother and grandmother, even her brother Berlioz shared that fascination in music, and they were gifted, Toulouse in painting, Berlioz in piano and she in singing. But was that all?

“My dad - or at least we thought my dad wanted us to be taken care off.” Marie said softly. “When my mom got pregnant, all this time I’ve been thinking my dad didn’t want us.” She explained. “But now he wants to be part of our lives, of my life but I’ve always-” Her voice crackled and broke as tears welled in her eyes.

“I’ve always just lived with the fact I was an unwanted child, I never asked for questions till I did, and now I have his phone number and I have been texting him - and I just feel more lost than I have felt before all of this.” She wiped away the tears but they still fell.

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hans-omedevil​:

*:･ﾟ✧

“Interview With The Vampire. Le Stat had his issues but was by far the most fashionable of all of Tom Cruise’s characters. I’d have rather the dress code were simply black tie mind you,” he mused. Hans hadn’t voluntarily been to a dress up party since his college days.

He offered up a little nod at the mutual understanding. His ears also perked up a little at her saying so (the mention of potential wealth and influence always did this to his ears). “Manners are everything, aren’t they? At least being taught them. Well, I’m sure being ‘just Marie’ is quite enough. Are you having a good time?”

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“I forgot he was even in that one.” She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen that movie. “That must have been one hell of a costume.” She grinned, wishing she could have seen it. “Ah, like how I won’t turn down the invitation to wear a dress.” Marie said teasingly. “I guess you are right, I suppose having learned etiquette gives you the freedom to express well manners wherever you go - though I don’t mind being a bad girl now and again.” Marie chuckled though her laughter didn’t reach her eyes quite yet. “I’m having - “ She pondered. “Well It could be better.”

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adropofgoldenrachelx​:

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Rachel nodded, in part agreeing with her. The advice was sound, and she couldn’t dispute it. But then again, she wouldn’t have left her original home had she not taken risks. And there was that whole deciding what’s terrifying because it’s bad and deciding what’s terrifying because of anxiety without the action itself being bad thing. “How d'you tell the difference?” Rachel asked, in a tone that suggested she was joking. She wasn’t joking. Rachel imagined that everyone’s ideas on the matter were completely different, but she would have to ask around a lot of people to be able to figure it all out.

Rachel grimaced as Marie described the accident. “That must have been so scary, I’m glad you’re okay!” she chimed quickly, concern written plainly on her face despite having only met Marie moments ago. “You’re lucky it didn’t squash you flat… That was nice of Charlie to help you. I guess now you have a wild story to tell though, huh?” Rachel wasn’t particularly well-versed on crushes, so Marie’s flush went relatively unnoticed, but it was quickly matched by a blush of her own at the mention of Toulouse.

She was *awful* at talking about this kind of stuff, with the lack of experience more than obvious as she floundered for an answer. “Uh– Wh-what do you mean ’my type’?” she asked dumbly

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The thing with risks was that you either live to enjoy or regret it - and some risks well - they are not worth taking. “Well for example - if someone offers you a pill, you don’t take it because you don’t know what it is for. You go to a pharmacist for that.” Marie explained simply. “But you can however try a new flavor of chocolate in a candy store - because that's what the store is for.” In her head she made sense, but she probably didn’t towards Rachel. “It did give me a fright but - as you can see all healed.” The scar was big, but it was a memory to a boy she liked, so she didn’t hate it (not as much as she hated herself at times) She nodded at the wild story, however. “It’s certainly one heck of a memory.” She agreed.

“Your type, like the type of boy you like/love etc.?” Marie tried. “I like guys or girls that are funny, sensitive, smart or even outgoing.” She liked guys that liked her, noticed her for more than a pretty face.

“So what is it that attracted you to my brother?”

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To my father

Ed: Hi. Sorry for taking 21 years to know about you. Sure, I gave my phone number to your mom because I want you to be able to reach me, I would love to drop by, but if you prefer to do this by text is fine as well.

Marie: I don't know if my brothers are also welcoming that idea - so I'm thinking texting for now would be better. I want to know more about you though, like what it is you do for a living and what your favorite drink is and food?

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adropofgoldenrachelx​:

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Rachel couldn’t say if Marie was right or not. She didn’t seek trouble, per se, but she had wandered into trouble once or twice. Her ultimate act of rebellion -holding Flynn at frying pan point and demanding he took her with him- certainly felt like trouble. Sneaking around her dad, who was constantly paranoid about her, felt like trouble. “You can miss out on the exciting things if you stay behind though,” Rachel pointed out quietly.

Apparently, making friends fast was too easy for Rachel. She was already invested in this interaction, and the concern was clear on her face when Marie mentioned her injury. “Oh no! How did that happen? You have, like, a whole scar! That must have hurt.”

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Marie chuckled, it was true that you’d lack some exciting things if you stay behind but - “You know there are safe places to have fun and excitement - you just don’t need to seek the exciting troubling things.” She felt like a wise woman for a moment, very mature - though she knew she wasn’t she just liked to feel mature. No one took her seriously after all - especially not her brothers. “One of the lamps fell on stage and it cut my leg.” Marie explained. “Luckily Charlie was there to help me bandage it up - it was healed before the play. Kinda like magic in a way.” She chuckled her face flushed after mentioning Charlie.

“So uh - you and my brother huh? I didn’t know you liked him like that - not that i’m against it or anything but I wouldn’t think my brother was your type-”

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To my father

Marie: Hello Sir, my mom gave me your phone number and I wanted to message you saying that I am your daughter...my name is Marie Beaumont. I'm 21 years old. I like singing, I'm doing a music major in my university and well I hope for a chance to speak with you, because you are my dad.

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duchess-beaumont​:

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Duchess shook her head and tears started rolling down her face again. “No, it is my fault, I should have tried to reach out to him sooner, I should have just burned the check and let it go, even if he did send the check I should have gone to see him and yell in his face for doing something like that, and if I had the courage  of facing him all those years ago, you wouldn’t have grown up without a father.” She couldn’t forgive herself for being the cause of Marie pain, it was because of her that she grew up thinking her father didn’t want her. “I’m so sorry…” She said, unfortunately there was no way of fixing her mistake

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Marie looked at her mother in clear distress, she didn’t want her mother to feel the way she did, but she didn’t know how she could change it. The reality was that Marie had suffered without a father figure in her life - but it wasn’t too late. He could still be a part of her life right now. “It’s okay mom, really.” She gave her mother a hug. “Do you uhm....wanna stay with me when I send him a message? I’m a little nervous...” Marie admitted.

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duchess-beaumont​:

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Duchess tried her best not to cry again at Marie’s words, because if she started, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop any time soon. “That’s my fault…” She said, she hated that she was the reason to why Marie was in pain for not having a father all these years, and if Marie ended up hating her for it, it was something she would have to live with, what she wasn’t going to do it was to lie to her daughter.

“He didn’t send the check, someone else did in his name, and he never knew I was pregnant.” She told her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t tried to contact him sooner, or yell at his face when I saw the check, if I had…” Duchess wiped some tears away. “Is all my fault.”

She bit her lower lip. “I want you to have a relationship with him,  I want you to call him, text him, spend the holidays with him if that’s what you want, you don’t have to worry about me.” It was her job to worry about Marie, and not the other way around.

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She tilted her head in confusement, how could this be her mother’s fault, though? But then her mother started to explain, and she found herself frowning all the more. “Mom that’s not your fault though, that’s the fault of the person who send the check. You only did what you felt was right.” of course she wouldn’t blame her mother for her father’s absence, if anything she was glad that her mother took the effort after all these years. “I’m not sure if I want to spend holidays with him yet...” She felt it was a bit too soon, but a text message - that she could do. Because she wanted to know him, and she wanted to fill the missing piece she had felt all these years.

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newdaycharlie​:

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It was hard to break Charlie out of the anxious death spiral he was putting himself through, but her giggling did have him looking up at her. He wondered how she could be so calm throughout all of this. “I-it kind of is, yeah,” he replied, wiping some sweat off his brow.

His gaze would fall again when she started brushing off his apologies. Despite her reassurances, he couldn’t shake away the deep guilt that wracked him. It was only when she shoved him that he tried to offer at least half a smile. “Thanks…I just hope this doesn’t mess up your ability to perform…” He admitted. No matter how happy-go-lucky she was about this, the play was going to be thrown off pretty severely trying to work around an injury. Not to mention the anger it would bring out in others. “Is there uhm…anything else I can do for you?”

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She shook her head, she would perform through the pain, and if anything Charlie had given her something lasting for the performance, every day if she’d stare at her leg she’d be reminded of the play.

“I’ll be fine, Charlie, no worries.” She smiled softly. She appreciated that he cared about her enough to worry about her performance, but she was a Beaumont, and that meant that she would shine no matter how painful it was. “Oh uh, could you get me a bottle of water - I don’t want to move too much and ruin your bandage work, so uh if you could get me that that’ll be great.”

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reaganrackett​:

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Reagan quirked an eyebrow before smirking. “You’re definitely going to need a drink to pull off a lie that bad,” she snorted. “I was going to take a shot. Want to double and split?” She offered, though was hoping to slide the tab Marie’s way when she wasn’t looking. What? Reagan knew she had drink money.

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m having a blaaaaast. All my friends ditched but you know what? I cannot be bothered. Thank you alcohol,” she joked, waving her hand. “And what about you? I’m surprised you of all people are all alone over here.”

Marie sighed, she had been caught. “Yeah that’s fine.” She could use a drink after all. “You know what it’s on me - two shots, please.” She ordered the drinks and handed one over to Reagan.

“You mean, why am I not with my brothers? Berlioz is off somewhere doing god knows what and Toulouse is here with his new girlfriend, though I’m not sure if they are dating already or if he’s still pining after her as a fool.” She grimaced before taking the shot in one go.