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[natalia devereaux]

NATALIACLARISSEDEVEREAUX



i learned the hard way that they all say things you wanna hear.
my heavy heart sinks deep down under. you and your twisted words,
your help just hurts. you are not what i thought you were!

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• FULL NAME, Natalia Clarisse Devereaux
• NICKNAMES, none, make note of it.
• DATE OF BIRTH, march 29, 1889.
• GENDER, female, what a surprise!
• ETHNICITY, ½ french, ½ hispanic.
• RELIGION, uhh, she’ll get back to you on that.
• SEXUALITY, she’ll take the boys please. =]
• OCCUPATION, chef-to-be at scarborough’s.
• MEMBER GROUP, brand-new resident.

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• HEIGHT & WEIGHT, five foot eight, only marginally exaggerating, and the scale reads one hundred and thirty five pounds for her.
• PIERCINGS & TATTOOS, she prefers not to have to stare at a flaming rose or rising phoenix in the mirror every morning.
• FASHION SENSE,

[/i] or some other respected fashion magazine or poke your head out into a street in a high class business district in france.[/ul]
• DISTINGUISHING FEATURES,

[/i], at least, that’s what they tell her. but other than that, her smile is probably the second thing you see. unless she’s not smiling, of course. but if she were, and you better hope she is somewhat, you’d be attracted to that first. even a fake smile can knock you off your feet. but you better watch out for her fake and dangerous smiles. that would be a good time to back away slowly. other distinguishing features? she’s exceptionally tall, and she has high cheekbones. and her weight is a funny feature. it fluctuates with her mood, so some days she’ll be looker flimsier than usual, and sometimes studier. what can i say? this is natalia we’re talking about.[/ul]
• PLAYED BY, anne hathaway[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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• LIKES,

• COOKING – mainly whatever her dishes as her job entails, but she has a secret enjoyment for baking. don’t tell carlisle.
  
  
• ORDER – as head chef, you can’t blame her for liking it when things go smoothly. a wad of tips do help, but not as much as a low stress level.
  
  
• SHOES – best part of an outfit, no doubt.
  
  
• MAGAZINES – she’s a sucker for magazine subscriptions. there are, quite literally, mountains of them in her apartment. also make for good weapons when carlisle’s being exceptionally annoying.
  
  
• AMERICAN MOVIES – well, what do you think she did in her free time?
  
  
• BALLPOINT PENS – don’t give her a pencil, unless you were wanting a death stare.
  
  
• QUIET – she’s the type that, given a rare day off, will walk to the park and lay on a picnic blanket smack dab in the middle of a field and read. words aren’t necessary.
  
  
• SINCERITY – not that she doesn’t know what to do with fake bitches.
  
  
• SUDOKU – once again, just another thing she does to pass the time.
  
  
• CHANGE – not really change in her life, but more like experimenting with dishes and creating some new.
  
  
• CARLISLE – my client has no comment at the time.

• DISLIKES,

• TOPHER LANE – honestly, she doesn’t see anything in him. maybe he’s an acquired friend. maybe.
  
  
• RAIN – rather inconvenient, with an umbrella and all.
  
  
• WAR – world peace as the miss americas put it.
  
  
• TOO MUCH SALT – ruins a dish. well, technically, she hates any ruined dish.
  
  
• INTERNS – she doesn’t understand why carlisle continually lets them into the restaurant. especially those busboy buffoons looking for a promotion in life. oh well, accidents happen.
  
  
• UGLINESS – okay, so everyone probably dislikes this. so?
  
  
• TEA – coffee, starbucks preferably, please.
  
  
• MATCHMAKING – who does that?
  
  
• STAR TREK – unfortunately, she’s rather well-educated on this subject because of carlisle. her ear’s probably been talked off over a million times. topher doesn’t help.
  
  
• BURST PERSONAL BUBBLE – this can range from literally getting too close for comfort if she doesn’t want you to, to trying to push your religious beliefs on her. have some respect, she’ll definitely not trespass in your little world.
  
  
• CARLISLE – oh, was it obvious?

• TURN-ONS,

• A KILLER SMILE – she does kind of go weak in the knees whenever some guy flashes his pearly whites to her. he has to have an effortless grin.
  
  
• DAPPER CLOTHING – nobody likes a frumpy beau.
  
  
• SMELLS GOOD – number one weakness here.
  
  
• GENTLEMAN – growing up around well brought up sons of her mothers’ friends, she’s accustomed to guys opening doors, pulling chairs out, and buying stuff for her. well, she would be used to it if it happened often enough. and it would happen often enough only if she actually left her apartment often enough. which doesn’t happen very often.
  
  
• WIT – boring dates really ruin the mood. so do awkward moments.

• FEARS,

• she wouldn’t know what to do if she failed her mother’s dream for her to become a world-class famous chef. that’s the only goal that she’s known, really.
  
• spiders and all creepy crawlies are extremely low on natalia’s list of likes.
  
• she’s secretly afraid that carlisle will one day give up on her and totally leave her in the dust. she pushes people away to prevent something like this from affecting her too much, but carlisle’s always been the one to keep coming back.
  
• what to do if she grows up to be an old cat lady? her behavior now is leading down that road. but who knows? maybe this move to montreal will open a few doors for her.

• SECRETS,

• well, one secret’s kind of out of the bag. carlisle’s unfailing loyalty is something that she’s come to depend on. without, she’d be utterly alone.
  
• oh dear, how many more secrets about carlisle? so maybe she has a little crush on him. just a little one. obviously, no one knows of course. she doesn’t even want to admit it.
  
• she’s extremely fierce on the outside, which is something she developed as a grade-school kid being bullied and taunted all the time. she never showed how much it hurt, but she completely withdrew herself and didn’t let anyone get close. now, growing up, that trait’s carried over. but no one seems to understand that bossy natalia has gone through more than anyone.
  
• natalia has a talent in singing and dancing, but she lets no one in on that secret. she loves the stage, but has none. once again, carlisle is the exception to this secret. she could strangle him for wandering in on her one day when she was singing. but, secretly, she’s glad that he did.

• HABITS/QUIRKS,

• sometimes, mostly with carlisle, she pretends not to acknowledge people. when someone says something she doesn’t really want to hear, she looks away and goes back to whatever she was doing. people find this rather annoying. she has no idea why.
  
• natalia used to be a nail biter. thank god that phase has passed.
  
• when she’s whistling, she only whistles downward, not outward. it’s a habit she picked up from a few flute lessons at school. makes whistling a tad difficult.
  
• she’s gotten so used to trying not to clack her heels on the floor that every step she takes, she puts the front of her foot down before putting her heel down, even when she’s wearing flats. walking the other way just doesn’t work for her anymore. she feels weird.
  
• the couch is her new best friend, and the bed is so out. lately, she’s been housing down on her sofa in front of the telly. watching movies as you drift off is not the worst way to go. plus, an empty bedroom is no woman’s friend.

• PERSONALITY,

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natalia’s probably the best kid a mom could ask for. she was obedient, even when she didn’t want to be. she’s even pretty much given up on her own dreams to be a chef because that’s what colette, natalia’s mom, wanted her to be. to be famous and make lots of money. okay, maybe colette wasn’t that superficial, but that’s really all that natalia heard when her mother voiced her expectations. but family is important to natalia, that’s why she’s willing to put her aspirations aside to follow in her mother’s footsteps. natalia’s extremely loyal to those she deems worthy of being loyal, too. but once she’s made up her mind about you, she’s pretty much set your character in stone. and partly because she’s known so little family, she holds what she has close. and now, with her mother’s death, she practically as no family. gaspard, carlisle’s father, is not the most doting stepfather. and plus, she wasn’t on good terms with him when she left. so pretty much, that leaves carlisle. distant relatives don’t quite float natalia’s boat. family doesn’t mean blood to her, family means relationships. you don’t have to be related to her for her to consider you her family. but it’s a good start. though with natalia, it’s usually one of the two extremes: she either really likes you or really doesn’t. there’s no such thing as time well wasted to her, whatever she puts her mind to, she’ll do, no matter who’s in her way. her unwavering dedication strengthens any relationship if she decides she wants to put the time and effort into it. usually she doesn’t.

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oh, is that what carlisle’s attempting to be all these years? well, natalia doesn’t have many of those. she’s not exactly that sociable type. that’s probably the most different trait that she and carlisle exhibit. it’s like people flock to that boy. he’s charming, open, funny. she’s more of a quiet type. not exactly the most extroverted girl, if you know what i mean. but otherwise, she’s kind of become like the people that surround her life. case one, carlisle. she’s extremely stubborn and has no qualms about arguing. if the situation arises, she keeps a level head. not as well as he does, by god he was good at that, but she wasn’t about to turn into the godzilla of paris whenever somebody irked her. but she does get mad easily, she just doesn’t really show it on the outside. muttering to herself while a dark look crosses her face is pretty much all that happens. oh, except for when topher does something utterly ridiculous. then she also has no qualms about yelling at him. the traits she picked up from her mom were dignity and pride. and the fierce belief that women are just as good as men, if not better. and, no offense to carlisle or anything, but gaspard, his father, was quite the reinforcement to that idea. although when she grew up, natalia kind of understood that it was just a father-son thing, she still didn’t like gaspard all too much. those two have had the most impact in her life. mankind as a whole, especially ten-year-olds, have altered her attitude toward meeting new people. so although she’s not the most open person in the beginning, if you prove to her that you’re not going to just turn your back on her the minute she decides to trust you, you’ll be alright. you shan’t fall into the fire just yet. speaking of fires, natalia’s temperament is somewhat like the fires that make her beautiful dishes. just add a little oil and whabam, you’ve got quite a dilemma in your hands. like mentioned before, she’s somewhat moody and can get irritated quite easily when she’s in one of her funks. she just won’t show it to you. most of the time.

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oh dear, well she doesn’t have many of these either. she’s never really had a serious relationship. just a few flings with guys that worked under her at the restaurant. well, if you don’t get out a lot, how in the world are you going to meet guys? she’s not the most experienced flirter either. she’s not exactly awkward, really, but more like resistant. natalia’s found out that she has a tendency to fall in love with any boy that flirted back with her, which proved itself out in her adolescent years, so now she’s trying to pull back on her past mistakes and take longer to commit herself to someone. but once she does, and she hasn’t really yet, she’ll be ever faithful and all that boring jazz. she believes that there’s one person for everyone out there, and once you find them, you better hold on tight. but, then again, she’s also afraid to love almost. look what happened to the other people she loved. her mother’s dead and one of her best friends has left her twice, probably without thinking twice about it. so really, it’s hard for her to let herself go for someone, but once she does, she’ll be a totally different person. again, unlike carlisle, she’s pretty open to guys. and she definitely doesn’t have a thing for blonds. just, whatever rolls her way, really. but sometimes it’s hard to say something so definitely. the situation has to present itself before we can truly see how we would respond. hypothetical situations just don’t really do it. future’s never set in stone. and even if it were, stone can be easily broken by the gentle, continual lapping of waves. how do you think we got pristine beaches?

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now these, she has quite few of. enemies of her can range anywhere from a low tolerance to a high dislike. this is the one place where someone can be somewhere in between those two extremes. she makes enemies much easier than she makes friends, that’s for sure. she’s quite a fierce competitor, so she kind of made enemies of all the other women that she worked with. all the men were alright with it, heaven knows why. still, it’s just so much easier. probably because natalia doesn’t curb her dislikes for people. she’s not the type to try and find the good in people. if she doesn’t like them, there’ll be a reason. if you’re looking for a happy-go-lucky flower child, natalia’ll happily point you in some other direction. okay maybe she’ll just roll her eyes at you and kick you out of her kitchen, but no difference. in fact, she kind of hates those flower children. how irritating. like a smile has been pasted on their face for all of eternity. that’s right folks, eternity. so yeah, moral to that story is that natalia’s nothing like that. more like she has a grimace pasted on her face. for half of eternity only though.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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• HOMETOWN, nice, france. ironic much?
• PARENTS,

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father? why don’t you go to mexico and see if you can pick him out of the crowd. all natalia ever got out of her mother one time when she was semi-tipsy was a name. javier gonzalez. do all mexican people have like, the same last name or something? anyways, good luck with that.[/ul]
• SIBLINGS, natalia wishes.
• OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE,

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gaspard jac scarborough – fifty-one, step-father, chef, gerard butler.


etienne bruno lafleur – twenty-two, ex, chef, hugh dancy.


michael douglas harrison – twenty-four, ex, photographer ben barnes.


thomas hudson mcintyre – twenty, ex, chef, jackson rathbone.


davis godfrey mcdougal – twenty-two, latest ex, racecar driver, james mcavoy.


andrew harley madison – twenty-five, big brother type, food critic, jake gyllenhaal.


julianne bria dulaine – twenty, best girl friend, sales/advertising, kate hudson.


frederic james emerson – fifty, stepfather, business man, leonardo dicaprio.[/ul]
• HISTORY,

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so obviously, let’s start the beginning. where do we set the scene? in a rather crowded party in mexico. one of the hotel bartenders, javier, was eyeing up one very tipsy colette devereaux. she and her family were on a vacation in the lovely country, but you’ve probably already guessed that. she was quite the beautiful lady, with a laugh like pealing bells and eyes that could draw out all your secrets. javier was, on the other hand, quite the daredevil that often fancied that she was interested in someone like him. colette was a charmer, but her previous efforts were to woo high standing men in society, not mexican bartenders. but who can control what they do when they have a few too many drinks under their belt? with more than fifty people in attendance, these two individuals slipped away into ms. devereaux’s empty hotel room. the result? one javier gonzalez that quickly fled the scene the next morning, one very ashamed colette devereaux, and one little baby, already starting to grow. this was quite the disaster. abortion was out of the question, that was even more shameful than conceiving this child. what else could colette do? she would have his baby, and raise it on her own in France. her family were not approving. well, did you expect them to be? they were a somewhat strict and prideful group, and colette was now their downfall. she was twenty-six at the time, and she would be twenty-seven when she had natalia.

chapter two - - the not-so-golden years
you can imagine that growing up would be hard for natalia. that much was predetermined for her life. on a chilly spring day, march 29, she entered this world kicking and screaming, much like most babies do. nothing out of the ordinary, except that right when she started feeding, she quieted down to the point where nurses were concerned. but really, she was just peaceful, and that’s where natalia fancies her lifelong adoration of food began. not that she eats much of it now, but that’s a moot point. a year after natalia was born, colette decided that maybe another man would be a good idea. she married a friend of the family, frederic james emerson. through her infantile years, natalia either was extremely obedient or extremely … not. colette had to cross her fingers that her little two-year-old would behave whenever she took her out. sometimes she was lucky. sometimes she wasn’t. but overall, as natalia grew up, she grew more controlled of herself, a trait that she prides herself on today. but as she grew up, she also started to understand the utter politics of society. she, as well as her mother, were looked down on because of her so-called scandal. nowadays, everyone seems to have one of these “scandals” hidden in their closet. what made them any different? merely high standards? or was it just that the people that made up her mother’s world just needed someone to be not perfect to pick on. well, natalia happened to be their angel. grade school, as carlisle refers to it, was especially hard. she didn’t know him then, but sometimes she actually talked to him about it. kids told her what their parents sad; you know their minds are like sponges. they take everything in and if you squeeze enough, they let everything out too. natalia was the city mutt in nice, her hometown. her mother suffered more, but she wisely didn’t let natalia see. how can you erase the pain from a child’s memory? you can’t. it stays there forever. progressively, the taunts and “jokes” got harsher and natalia became more and more withdrawn. even at home things were horrible. her first stepfather was not a good experience. the marriage revealed that he was an avid drinker and wasn’t past striking natalia multiple times with a broken glass bottle. sometimes she even went to school with scars on her cheek and bruises on her back. she always mumbled something about getting hurt in the kitchen. everyone knew her mother was a chef, so they deliberately shrugged it off. colette chose to ignore it at first, thinking that she could change frederic, but to no avail. she left him, bitter with her lack of good decision-making skills.

chapter three - - knight in shining chef’s uniform
then, when she was ten, her mother, newly divorced, decided to move to paris, to leave and attempt to restart their lives with a clean, if smudged, slate. colette signed on to be partner owner of chez francois with gaspard, carlisle’s father. although natalia didn’t know it at the time, this boy, carlisle jon scarborough, would be her saving grace at times. at first, she was furious with him. she’d met her match. no matter how much she tried to annoy him, it never got to him. she ignored him, threw things at him, and ruined his days pretty much. but still, he had that stupid grin on his face. did he ever get angry? she was quite perplexed. how did he manage it? she, with probably the shortest fuse in paris, was forced to coexist in very close proximity with this impudent boy that had a million ways to irritate her and no obvious weaknesses. they were five years apart, but that didn’t stop natalia from crossing the line of respect. sometimes carlisle used the “i'm older than you” card but she simply gave him an “oh really?” look and continued on doing whatever he was protesting against. slowly, her dislike of him turned into a façade. she still behaved like he was the lowest life on the planet, but he really was all she had. coming home, sometimes he even helped her with her homework. she thought of him as a place to go when she needed help. little did she know that later on, she’d need help with more than simply diagramming sentences.

chapter four - - i’m flipping burgers
when natalia turned twelve, carlisle left. what was she to do? she was utterly lost and returned to her almost catatonic state. carlisle had brought out the best in her, and she had slowly began to lose her hard exterior. but she began to retreat once again after he left. she turned to cooking and began to learn her talent. earlier, she had not wanted to because she thought it took too much time to learn the skill. but now that carlisle was gone, gaspard needed another chef and he didn’t have the money to hire another one. chez francois was slowly slipping into debt. colette managed to take full rein of the restaurant, and natalia admired her more than any other time. yet this was colette’s downfall. all the stress she went through caused a chronic stress disease to creep on the woman. slowly, this disease ate away at her immune system and colette developed a cancerous tumor in her lungs. she ignored it at first and continued living her life, rescuing gaspard’s failing restaurant. natalia helped. she quickly learned all the necessary basic skills and went on to perfect the art. it was actually not as strenuous as she imagined it would be. in fact, she enjoyed it. it became a lifelong passion, the one dream that she portrayed openly. she had other ones that involved singing and dancing, but never dreamed of acting on those. they weren’t what her mother wanted, so they weren’t what she wanted. as time passed, natalia met two people that changed her life. the first was julianea dulaine. they met at school, and julianne was just like carlisle. she persisted on getting through to natalia. her perseverance finally won through, and natalia began to trust again. friends to this day, julianne would accompany natalia when she left for montreal. julianne is a model, and a talented one at that, but she gave up that dream. sometimes she still does the odd job, but she’s moved on to bigger and better things. like selling beer and sports equipment. they met most girls do, through school. jules had been assigned natalia as her group partner. natalia hated these things; why force people to socialize in school? basically, she drove people off with her brusque attitude. usually her partners would hurry through the project and never speak to her again. but jules was different. for some reason, the day after they turned their project in, natalia got a rare phone call. “so, do you want to hang out sometime?” and that was the start of a beautiful friendship. oh, and colette and gaspard got married.

chapter five - - oh, here i go again
oh dear, guess who decided he wanted back into the atmosphere? yup, who else? he sauntered right back into natalia’s life with no obvious qualms about leaving her here with the lovebirds in the first place. she decided she was going to have none of it. although she and julianne were cultivating, very slowly, a rare friendship, she gave carlisle the cold shoulder. as always, he kept pushing her to open up. well she began to once, and then he left, leaving her feeling completely betrayed. she wasn’t going to make that same mistake again. if she learned one thing from watching her mother fail continuously in picking out men, it would be to never screw something up again. needless to say, that philosophy didn’t quite work. what happened was, natalia’s freaking ancient grandmother got wind that colette had remarried to a restaurateur. now she was going to have none of that either. so basically, colette and natalia had to run back to nice for a few days to sort the whole whirlwind down. colette had everything settled and got back onto the plane to paris. but natalia here, she didn’t quite catch the flight. some cousin of hers had pulled her aside when the plane was about to begin boarding and took her to get some quick coffee. turns out, he only had malicious thoughts to voice. “you know, it’s all your fault your mother’s getting so much shit. you’re her halfblood bastard of a daughter.” ummm, i suppose you can imagine that that didn’t sit well with natalia. there was a quick fistfight that broke out in the lobby of the starbucks there, even though natalia was merely a ripe age of fifteen. still, she gave the rather wimpy boy a sound beating … but she also missed her flight. she was stuck in nice for two more days while colette was frantic in paris. god, distant relatives are so damn awful, aren’t they? anyways, she ran back home, sure that gaspard would give her a sound scolding for missing work and acting so irresponsibly. but as she walked in the door, the man didn’t say a word. he actually walked over and hugged her, glad she was safe. um, did someone genetically alter his thinking pattern? she glanced behind his shoulder, a little dazed. but then she caught sight of carlisle with that trademark smirk on his face. and then she kind of had the idea that maybe carlisle had something to do with it. turns out he had covered all her shifts at the restaurant. that damned goody goody. now, the other favors he had bestowed upon her she had blown off, saying they were inconsequential. but considering that natalia actually worked quite a few hours during the week, carlisle actually did a thing worthy of a thank you from natalia. maybe he wasn’t all bad. her cold shoulder warmed up a little. a little. after that, things were relatively back to normal. until he found her, one day, belting an american show tune at the top of her lungs in her room. colette and gaspard had gone shopping, and carlisle hadn’t said he was coming over, which is why she ever dared to do such a thing. but there she was, totally lost in the moment, and she happened to open her eyes for a split second, only to catch him, satan incarnate himself, watching her amusedly. not only was she not completely dressed, she had also just revealed her ultimate downfall. great, now he really had power over her. and she’d never admit this to anyone, but very very very secretly, she was glad he had. because now, she didn’t have to live completely alone anymore. plus, who could he tell? oh wait, the world. for example, he made her sing at a local place one day after work. he said that they were merely going to meet someone or pick up something, she had forgotten, but then suddenly her name was called for the open-mic session. glaring fake daggers at him, she had rigidly walked onstage and picked up the microphone and started singing. god, she was pissed and extremely in love with him at that moment. can that happen? well, apparently.

chapter six - - it’s a mad world
sigh. guess who decided to take off, once again? yes, mr. indecisive here, and this time he set off to montreal. wonderful. just when things were going well, he decided to rip her heart out again. well, she was completely lost this time. was he going to come back? when? should she go look for him? and, when? natalia took her time. one good thing came out of waiting though. she met one man that would change her career forever. one extremely busy night, gaspard had unwisely given colette the night off, and he and natalia were hurricanes in the kitchen. they were spitting dishes out of the wazoo, not caring if they burnt their fingers or if the presentation wasn’t exactly right. one of her dishes, sadly, got carted off to a critic. she wasn’t too pleased when someone told her someone asked for the chef. she looked to gaspard to go meet whoever it was, but he wasn’t available. wiping the sweat off of her forehead, she cleaned her hands on her apron and walked out. some man was leaning back, a nonchalant look on his face, looking straight at her. at first she dismissed him as a potential critic, they weren’t supposed to be that good-looking. but apparently he was, an up and budding one named andrew madison. originally from the states, he had moved here to sample the finest dining in the world. what he got was natalia’s somewhat poorly put together coq au vin. but, strangely, he started praising her. then came the constructive criticism. but it was strange, she wasn’t really mad that he would suggest that her dish wasn’t perfect. she soaked up all the tips that poured from his mouth and used them to adjust her style. he kept coming back to the kitchen over and over to see how she was progressing, and their friendship grew as well. it was nice having a mentor-esque person guiding her sans the sarcasm that carlisle tended to add to their lessons. what else happened when carlisle left? well, natalia started to actually see guys. she had gone through carlisle bringing countless women to the kitchen. she also remembered that she had given them hell one by one by accidently spilling something on them or saying something completely rude. at first carlisle was pissed, but at times natalia proved to be a useful way to break up with someone. also, colette died a year ago. remember that tumor? well ignoring it wasn’t the smartest idea after all. she left natalia all by herself with gaspard of all people. she couldn’t stay. natalia had a faint suspicion that gaspard’s already slipping business would completely go down the drain if she left as well, but what could she do? she couldn’t stand being with him without her mother. plus, she was just seeking an excuse to go and pursue carlisle. so she packed her belongings and left with her best friend in tow to make their fortunes in the world. and to go find carlisle of course.[/ul]
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and do you even give a damn about all that?
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“No, sir, I’m afraid we have no more smoke-free suites available. In fact, we have no more suites at all. Is another room alright for you?” Christa’s voice was slightly annoyed. Not in a bad sense, though. She was just tired to repeating the same line over and over to him again, just with a rearrangement of words. This man just couldn’t get that she, well the Holiday Inn, didn’t have any more available rooms. There was a conference that was being held here over the weekend. She wasn’t even sure what it was for. She was pretty sure it was some talent seeking seminar. Why would anyone attend such a thing? It was like a huge rip-off deal. Pay agents five thousand dollars every year for them to book you one little photo shoot, or commercial, or whatever. Sometimes it was just a fake one too, just to make you feel like you weren’t wasting your money. Which you were, of course. But parents who thought their kids were nothing less than star material didn’t care. They were blind to those things, obviously. It amazed her how those type of parents couldn’t even see that most of their kids didn’t have even the smallest ounce of the talent that it needed to get that far. Not to mention, because they were so spoiled, they obviously lacked the discipline, determination, and diligence. It sickened her. It’s like those parents had blinkers on and couldn’t see any direction except for straight ahead of them. They also refused to hear things that they didn’t agree with. Kind of like this man standing in front of her.

“Are you sure? Could you check one more time for me?”

Sighing, Christa swiped her fingers over the keyboard once again, checking open suites. Just like the last time she checked, they were all booked up. “I’m sorry, sir, but all the suites are booked. Most of them were reserved. Room 226 is available though. It is smoke free, but it is not a suite. That’s the best I can do.” Shrugging, she decided she would have to make this extremely clear to him. Folding her arms, she stared him down, daring him to ask again. “You could try Motel 8 down the road, if you’d like.” She smiled serenely at him, giving him his choice.

“Alright, I’ll take it.” He seems a little grumpy. Wonder why?

Christa nodded, very relieved that he saw things her way. Brushing her fingers over the keyboard, she assigned him to Room 226 and dug out the key for his room. Placing it in a card sleeve, she handed it to him and put her best receptionist face forward. “Your room has been taken care of by the maids already, and I hope everything is to your satisfaction. Breakfast is from 6 a.m. to 10 a.m. Enjoy your stay, sir.” She watched him as he walked away from her, briefcase in hand. Breathing deeply when he was safely in the elevator, she collapsed in her chair. Thank God her shift ended in ten minutes. She wasn’t sure how many more customers she could take, especially if they were crazily high maintenance. There had just been such a huge influx of customers today. She attributed it to the conference, but there had been the occasional couple that wanted to rent a room too. They took whatever was cheapest and always seemed to be in a hurry to get into the room. It was slightly nauseating, but hey, she could relate. She and Darren had moments like that. Well, they did. These types of moments decreased the more they became best friends and lovers, rather than mainly lovers. When it became more love rather than the beginning infatuation of a couple that was mainly lust, they were content with just being with each other rather than all over each other. What was it with weekends? These couples just liked to pour in, she guessed after a day out together. Oh well, boys would be boys. And girls would be girls. More like people would be people, really. It was amusing since she knew what they were going to do, but they probably didn’t realize that. She watched the way they looked at each other, like there was no one else in the world. Just the two of them with the world revolving around their love. It was adorable, but it also made her think of Darren. Sometimes she found them staring at each other, just like these couples would. It was like time stood still and froze, just for them. Oh, she was a sucker for romance. She happily handed the key to each of these people, glad that she could help in some way. Although they might just be in it for the sex, she hoped that this help with that lust developing into love. So maybe that’s why she did it with a grin on her face and not with a raised eyebrow and judgmental glare on her face. Just think of Darren, Chris, just think of Darren. That thought always helped a little.

She was just sitting there, flipping through messages in her phone, not paying attention in the least. A timid voice floated to her, an inquiry formed by some simple words.

“Excuse me, but I seem to have lost my way. Can you help me?”

When she looked up, she was reminded of someone extremely familiar. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, who was she staring at? Christa was sure that she had never seen this girl before. Well, probably not. Not to the point of recognition, anyways. But there was something very strange, as if she had known this girl for a long time. For a moment, she fancied that she was seeing Darren in this girl’s features. That was a preposterous idea. Darren didn’t have any siblings, and the only cousin she knew of was Parker. She guessed that she was just dreaming things up because she had been thinking about Darren a little before this. Quickly smoothing her face over, she just dismissed the idea. Maybe she had seen her at school, or maybe she was a distant relative of some other friend of hers. Christa smiled again and shoved her phone in the purse laying in a counter shelf under the computer. “What can I help you with?” Maybe this girl had a boy waiting on her too. She looked a little young though. Puzzled, Christa glanced behind this pretty petite girl and searched the lobby for a male counterpart. But, being the receptionist she was, Christa smiled hospitably, and welcomed whatever was coming her way. The girl looked semi-drenched. Maybe she just wanted a shelter from the rain? Could be. Anything could happen at the Holiday Inn.

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