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RD: Café Brio
Welcome to Café Brio! The laid-back, but quite spacious coffee shop has been around as long as any of the kids here can remember, and is the number one spot to meet people and just generally loiter around. Open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it maintains a reputation for world-class coffee and snacks that are always fresh. Couches are available for lounging, studying, and even napping. Make yourself at home and stay as long as you would like!
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  • -- Arielle Bergin (Jamie check it out! Storm's baby sister), Fri, Jan 14 2005, 6:02am PST
    It seemed like forever since she'd actually had time to just chill out at the lodge. Her dad had been making sure she was kept busy and ocupied, perhaps to save her from Storm's mistakes and misfortunes. He was horribly proctective of her, if drove her beyond crazy. Her lightened hair was held in loose braids either side of her head, low slung jeans hugging her slender hips, her tiny frame much like her mothers. It was arguable that she should, of course, be in school... but she needed a break, and if she couldn't get one at home she'd make her own time for it. It was about time she had a life...and she was set on getting what she wanted.

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  • -- Thalia, Wed, Jan 05 2005, 7:29pm PST
    frustrations burn my skin when nobody needs me

    ||_petite femme waltzed into the lodge in her normal style, heading over to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water quickly. it had been a little while since their "little" drinking binge, and she had recovered well enough to get through the week. long coffee colored tresses were pulled up in a messy ponytail, and slender frame was wearing nothing but a black von dutch tank top and baby pink juicy couture sweat pants. she had just been at the gym, but still managed to look as gorgeous as always. she sighed, then found herself a couch in the corner where she sat quietly, sending a reply message to her parents on her cell_||

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  • Its mine own Confusion
    Reality or fiction
    Am I out of my mind?
    The constent pressure that keeps hanging over me
    makes me feel so empty
    -- Taylor Kljac, Mon, Dec 13 2004, 8:39pm PST
    o/^The male that stepped into the lodge was slightly on the short side, he was only 5'6 and a half if he was lucky. But what he lacked in height he made up for in pure engery and spunk. He was like a live wire that never seemed to run out of drive and could go for hours straight with out a break. That was what made him such a good performer, he never died on stage. From Concentrate had become quite well known in the past year or so, and he and his siblings had spent quite a while on the road. He was glad ot be home for a rest, to pop in and see the parental units, and to just get away from screaming fan girls for a little while. Of course there was also the added bliss of being away from Isaiah's temper and cool personality.^o

    o/^He wore on his short skinny little frame a pair of slate grey pants that hung sort of loosely on him and were clenched around his waist with a studded black belt. He wore a black t-shirt with a name of another band on it, he was rather warn out and looked like it should have been added to the rag pile a while ago, but he was attached to it and continued ot wear it. He wore a red wrist band half way up his forearm, and a couple of leather bands around his wrists. His watch was a thich leather strapped Fossil. Black hair was spiked all over, looking quite haphazard, he didn't seem to fit in with the amount of "wholesome" people that were hear righ tnow but he didn't care as he sauntered over to the kitchen to rumage around in the cupboards.^o

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  • All the time, every time I need it. -- Aly, Wed, Dec 01 2004, 7:15pm PST
    dark features creased a moment as she moved to settle idly onto the porch swing - Baker moving easily to her lap - huddling under the blanket as well. It had been over a week since she'd talked to Brandon, after He'd had to pick up and leave again for his record company she was sick of dealing with it. She was sick of being without him - sick of having him pick up and leave so suddenly and in general just sick - sick of it all and sick to her stomache

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  • Don't leave me all by myself in this world..
    -- Dallas Brown, Tue, Nov 30 2004, 6:39pm PST
    He had thrown out the cell phone that Len had the number to. It was a rash thing to do, perhaps, but he was going to try his best to forget about that chapter of his life. Rash as it was, it was a huge step in the development of his character, his independance, his step toward being less spoiled. He was enjoying the lazy days and long nights spent with Selena and he didn't think he could handle missing out on that. LA meant no Selena and that wasn't something he was prepared to do just yet.

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  • -- Leah West, Wed, Nov 24 2004, 2:51am PST
    She had been feeling clostrophobic in the apartment... She was sick of even the kids tv programs now... so she'd ventured out with Herc following devotedly at her heels... he'd become very protective of her and he was a good companion to have while Luke was at work. Her night in with Kenzi had lifted her spirits, and she wasn't feeling quite so left out of the loop. She had, however, realised for the first time that things wouldn't be the same again... she could maybe afford the routine saturday night girls night out... but the days of hanging out at the strip and the garage every night were gone. Her hand settled on her swollen stomach as she eases herself down into the couch, stripping off the oversized hoodie of Lukes to reveal a white baby t, stretched slightly over her stomach, a pair of gray joggers low on her hips.

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  • -- Portia Fedele, Sun, Nov 14 2004, 5:18am PST
    The news had most certainly come as an unwelcomed shock, she had even tried disbelief, fooling herself that it was just a mistake, but five tests later she was still pregnant, and the morning sickness did nothing to alay her fears. She had yet to dear to tell Romeo or, god forbid, her parents, but she was pretty set on what she was going to do. She was 16 for christs sake... she wasn't grown up enough to bear a child, the thought alone terrified her, though the thought of abortion sent a sickness to her stomach. How could she had been so foolish?
    She sat in the window seat which looked out over the back of the lodge grounds, her forehead pressed to the cold glass, almost soothing her pounding head. Her legs were tugged tightly to her chest, dark hair braided either side of her head, making her look like a mere child. She hadn't even covered her pretty features in make up, and had donned old tattered jeans and a zip up hoodie for comfort and familiarity more than anything.

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  • -- Emily, Thu, Nov 11 2004, 7:44pm PST
    They say this town
    stars stay up all night
    Well I don't know can't see em'
    For the glow of the neon lights
    And it's a long way from here
    To the place where the home fires burn
    Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn



    Lets start at the begining here. Almost a year ago this pretty little girl had come here and on that day, in that time of her life, this had seemed like the big city to her. Her brother had her back the whole time but it still wasn't easy. People looked down at her, she wasn't as good as anyone else and the place had been horrible on her self esteem. In that aspect, it wasn't easy to for her to come back here but she wasn't the scared little girl that she had been then. Scared and poor, thats all she had been...


    Dear Mom and Dad please send money
    I'm so broke that it ain't funny
    Well I Don't need much just enough to get me through
    Please don't worry cause I'm alright
    See I'm playin here at the bar tonight
    Well this time I'm going make our dreams come true
    Well I love you more than anything in the world
    Love your baby girl



    No longer was she that little girl who was writing her mommy and daddy for money to get her through the week, as she walked into the lodge she was clad in designer jeans and black cowboy boots, sleek and well fitting. Her torso was covered in a soft angora sweater, a soft pale pink color that brought out the pretty blush on her cheeks thanks to the cold weather. A leather jacket - black also -rested over it - giving the outfit a complete look. Her hair was wind blown and mussed - though the cut was perfectly fitting to her...


    Black top blue sky big town
    Full of little white lies
    Everybody's your friend
    You can never be sure
    They promise fancy cars and diamond rings
    All sorts of shiny things
    Girl you'll remember what your knees are for



    It hadn't been easy once she had moved either. For one thing, the searing memory of Ethan's lips on hers as he kissed her goodbye and wished her luck had plagued her for weeks, it had never really been forgotten though it had been pushed aside amidst the busyness that being a rising star was. Plus, she knew that he had other girls with him all the time - hell, that Bianca girl or maybe Melody or any of the numerous other girls that called while she had been giving him tutoring lessons - they were probably warming his bed right now. She kept so busy though that she hadn't gotten overly deep into her thoughts about him and before long her busyness was involving making a video, putting a single out on the radio and just getting her name out there in the world. She'd appeared on to specials CMT and was really starting to get some recognition.


    I know that I'm on my way
    Well I can tell everytime I play
    And I know it's worth all the dues I pay
    When I can write to you and say



    It had been fun, that was for sure but the big city had yet to taint this pretty little girl. Trent had made sure she stayed in line but she had gotten out a bit. She'd even gone to a couple of dance places - country of course -though it had been more for publicity then anything else. Even now was she walked into the lodge and shook out her hair she could hear a radio with what just happened to be her first single "Baby Girl." It was her life story from the past year and as she looked down at her designer boots, her outfit, the shining white gold ring on her finger...she knew that her dreams had starting becoming reality in the past eight months that she had been gone from this place.


    Dear Mom and Dad I'll send money
    I'm so rich that it ain't funny
    Well it ought to be more than enough to get you through
    Please don't worry cause I'm alright
    See I'm stayin here at the Ritz tonight
    Whatta ya know it made our dreams come true
    And there are fancy cars and diamond rings
    But I know that they don't mean anything
    Well they don't add up to nothin compared to you
    Remember me in ribbons and curls
    I still love you more than anything in the world
    Love your Baby Girl

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  • I think I'm better off alone.. -- Aislinn, Tue, Nov 09 2004, 1:57pm PST


    I'll be coming home, just to be alone
    Cause I know you're not there
    And I know that you don't care
    I can hardly wait to leave this place

    The young girl was plenty alone, that was for sure. She'd finished her last physical therapy session a week ago, and now was working her way through the pain, pushing herself to the point of exhaustion almost every morning for hours out on the water. Though the season here was starting to wind to a close, she'd donned a wetsuit and was chugging along. Her step was not quite the condfident, cocky one that it had been before her accident, but she still carried the same sort of attitude, or a facsimile of it anyways. Her long hair knotted in a braid down her back, she made her way toward the kitchen, in search of some alcohol. She was back to her old habits, that was for sure, and she'd tucked away something good for later.

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  • She fixes her lips, they always looks perfect...
    Never a smudge line, Never too much

    -- Cadence McAthur, Sun, Nov 07 2004, 1:32pm PST
    The heels of her slouched dark brown suede books click along the floor as she moves inside this place she barely knows, save for the occasional visits to her uncles home and the breif spell they lived here as children. Her expensively styled dark hair framed her beautiful face elegantly, lips pursed slightly as she took in her surroundings with an unimpressed look of boredom. her expensive jean skirt and low dipping cashmere sweater hugged her form, boasting her curves and figure with style and class, her make-up perfect, flawless.
    Her enthusiasm to be here matched her brothers...but she had even less choice in the matter than he did, being still in school, in her final year. It had been the gossip of their society when Cadence had been expelled from the elite boarding school she had attended from the age of five, up until last june- when, much to her parents outrage, she had been caught in possesion of A class drugs. She was quite her fathers daughter- and after shipping her off for four months rehab in a prestigious clinic in LA, she was brought back here, and admitted into the public schooling system, with her big brother to watch over her. Some reasoning- perhaps- behind their parents eagerness to have him return. Her feelings on this whole matter were clear. This uncivilised mess was the last place in this miserable country she wanted to be.

    Deep within a tiny box, shadowed truth under the locks
    Burns inside your heart


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  • I want you to be burn
    -- Skylar McLean - Chamberlain, Thu, Nov 04 2004, 10:12pm PST

    The baby was with her mom and dad and she had the day to herself. After taking a long, brisk ride on the trails behind their house she had headed here instead, boredom sending her out exploring in places that she hadn't been for awhile. A smile caressed her face as she dropped down to the porch swing - watching the rain start coming down once agan. She lit a cigarette absently, taking a long hit from it. She had arrived on her military break yesterday - after six months of being away she know had a six month leave - the longest so far of her stint. It was nice to be back but she had yet to see her daughter or really much of her husband since she had been back - just barely catching them both this morning before they went to their respective school or work - she had gotten in a week earlier then she thought she would.

    The young beauty on the porch hardly looked like a moment with her blonde and black streaked hair, her tight black pants and white tube top that just had little threads hanging down over her toned midriff - a leather jacket over her shoulders. She adored wearing civillian clothes whenever she could and when she was home on relief she loved to dress however she was feeling that day...





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  • -- Gabriella, Thu, Nov 04 2004, 9:33pm PST
    With the children in tow behind her, Romeo and Moon arguing with each other about something, and Greg slowly toddling behind her, not to mention her swollen stomach - she was the perfect image of a genuine soccer mom, well other then her oh so young appearance. This cold and wet weather was making everyone a little grumpy along with Kaleb’s long shift this week, apparently someone got sick and he was covering for him. A sigh escaped her as she sent the kids inside to get dried off and cleaned up before she went about picking up Greg and laying him on the couch proceeding to strip him of his clothes - he had taken a topple into a mud puddle - and put a warmer outfit on him. The last thing she needed was any of the kids getting sick. “Hey, guys…” She called out to the twins. “I think Aladdin is on, do you want to watch that and mommy will make you some sandwiches?” She took their enthusiastic jog to the couch in front of the TV as a yes and just shook her head with a laugh, settling Greg in-between them before she headed into the kitchen to find some peanut butter and jelly. Even a simple trip to the lodge was exciting for the kids, they just didn’t want to be cooped up in the house anymore and honestly neither did she. A few moments later she came out with the sandwiches and juice boxes, passing them out before she headed back into the kitchen to wash her hands and then pull back her hair. As much as she loved her kids – having them all week this week had been tiring – she had gotten so used to days off thanks to Sebastian taking them, not to mention having Kaleb’s help, the past week had been taxing. The rain had forced them to be inside all the time and more then once Gabby had threatened to take all of them to grandma’s, including the dogs, and tell her how bad they were being. That had gotten them calmed down for about a half hour before they were at it again. A smile crossed her lips as she noted that they were fine and was about to – out of habit – step out onto the porch for a quick relaxing smoke. Just as she was heading that way though, the baby gave a little kick which served as a reminder and she just turned, heading towards the couch and flopping down - disgruntled.

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  • -- Portia Fedele, Sun, Oct 31 2004, 6:04am PST
    The Italian princess had spent the past year in Italy with her grandparents... and she'd grown up a great deal in that time. Gone was her girlish figure and 'cute' appearence, she was everything her Italian grandparents would expect from their perfect son's baby girl. The youngest of the three- she was used to getting everything she wanted- including the attention... and she was loving all the attention she got at school. It seemed people had forgotten the slightly awkward girl who'd left a year ago, and the new Portia was very much on the rise.

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  • -- Gabriella, Sun, Oct 31 2004, 3:20am PST
    A jean skirt hugged her hips with much flattery, a pair of beige coloured suede boots clung to her calves, as a white knitted sweater clung to her chest. She ran a hand through her hair as she entered the lodge, a lollipop in her hand, bringing her back to the age she truly was. She was sat on the verandah's wooden railing, leaning against the sopportive pole, enjoying the cooler air..

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  • -- Raine Sanchez, Sat, Oct 30 2004, 7:42pm PDT

    A white turtle neck hugged her torso, a pair of black jeans hugged her hips. She was settled on the porch swing, a discman turning CD's in her lap, the music playing in her ears, her foot tapping along absently in the hair, enjoying the crisp air the autumn held..


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  • And I'm Only Gonna Pierce my Left Ear
    And I've Been Working On This Moustache All Summer Long
    And My Favourite Band Will Always be Tears For Fears ...
    -- Nathan Montanaro, Sat, Oct 30 2004, 6:32am PDT
    He was leant up against the railing on the verandah, a smoke lit up in his hand, taking a long hit of it. Hiw brow was furrowed and he looked un-approchable. Probably because he just couldn't get his mind off of Autumn. Her profession had really been a throw back for him. It was like they were in two different worlds now and for all the shit he'd done or was doing he knew she could crack down on him in a moment. Since she left, he hadn't changed, but she obviously had - a great deal..

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  • She fixes her lips, they
    always looks perfect...
    Never a smudge line,
    Never too much

    -- Cadence McArthur, Sat, Oct 30 2004, 2:26pm PDT
    The heels of her slouched dark brown suede books click along the floor as she moves inside this place she barely knows, save for the occasional visits to her uncles home and the breif spell they lived here as children. Her expensively styled dark hair framed her beautiful face elegantly, lips pursed slightly as she took in her surroundings with an unimpressed look of boredom. her expensive jean skirt and low dipping cashmere sweater hugged her form, boasting her curves and figure with style and class, her make-up perfect, flawless.
    Her enthusiasm to be here matched her brothers...but she had even less choice in the matter than he did, being still in school, in her final year. It had been the gossip of their society when Cadence had been expelled from the elite boarding school she had attended from the age of five, up until last june- when, much to her parents outrage, she had been caught in possesion of A class drugs. She was quite her fathers daughter- and after shipping her off for four months rehab in a prestigious clinic in LA, she was brought back here, and admitted into the public schooling system, with her big brother to watch over her. Some reasoning- perhaps- behind their parents eagerness to have him return. Her feelings on this whole matter were clear. This uncivilised mess was the last place in this miserable country she wanted to be.



    Deep within a tiny box, shadowed truth under the locks
    Burns inside your heart


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  • Break you?
    Let me make you.
    -- Adam Sanchez, Sat, Oct 30 2004, 2:21am PDT
    He was right sick of the clubs and the strip. The pressures of his friends and his parents. Mainly his father. Sick of the stress he was going through at the moment. The year had been hellish so far. He sat in a chair by the window, a troubled gaze staring out of it, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed in thought as he tapped a pencil steadily on one of the study books that was rested on his jean-clad legs. He tugged his fitted gray shirt from the ring-binders grip as he snapped it shut, his concentration lost long ago..

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  • Yes I've become a rock and roll cliché
    Because I'm looking for revenge
    -- Ethan McArthur, Mon, Oct 25 2004, 3:58pm PDT
    Talk about a warped sense of reality - or how about no sense of reality? When you're five years old and your parents send you to a prestigious boarding school, and you don't leave - save for the occasional weekend getaway, and summers in whichever exotic country his mama and father had decided on for that year - until you graduate at the age of eighteen, and then you spend the next two years in the tourist-town of Torremolinos on the Costa del Sol of Spain 'working' as a dishwasher and chef, and then you come here to this place... How could anyone expect a kid on the verge of his twenty-first birthday to be anywhere near normal? Thankfully, he had the training to know how to act ordinary, but the moment he opened his mouth, he had a tendacy to sound anything but. Hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans - a slightly fitted designer-style and faded to perfection to look well-worn, though they had likely been worn only a couple times - he kicked at the pebbles in his path on his way towards the lodge, something of an unhappy pout darkening his features and his brilliant icey gaze even cooler than usual on his Puma-clad toes. He could not for the life of him understand why he was here. His parents had abandonned him when he was just out of infancy - of course they didn't see it like that, and he hadn't either until he had come up with that genius argument to use when they tried to tell him that he should come here to begin his post-secondary schooling, obviously he had lost that battle this time around - so he had no idea why now they felt like they wanted or needed him around now. He could think of a million better places that he could be living and learning - warm places, with beautiful foreign women, and the finest luxuries... A low sigh slipped from his gently parted lips and one hand ran through his hair, then down his face - making a mental note to shave off his scruff one of these days - as he finally slowed his saunter to a halt in front of the building and turned his eyes upwards to take it all it. So this was it - somehow, someway, he had to make it worth his while to be here...


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  • -- Storm, Tue, Oct 26 2004, 11:37am PDT
    She had wandered into the lodge after freezing her but off out in the water, clad in fleece pants and a hoodie to try and warm up her thin frame. Ice had his baby that day so she was letting him have his time - he had been so grumpy lately since everything had happened and she hadn't even told him yet that she had kind of known about Aly's plans. She didn't want to cause any more problems in their always fragile and almost rocky relationship. As she sank down into the couch she thought over the past few years - they had been so on and off with so much hurt and pain and leaving and coming back - it never seemed to stop. Changing her mind about sitting inside, she went out to the porch instead, glad that the weather seemed to be clearing up and allowing the sun to come out. Settling onto a swing, she lit up a cigarette and took a long hit with a now more relaxed sigh.

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  • Man is ever a blind thing for.. bright smiles and dark eyes.. -- Tripp, Thu, Oct 28 2004, 7:23am PDT
    He was irritated that that little girl had been plaguing his thoughts on and off since the night of the party. He hoped he would see her again at the same time that he wished desperately that he would never have to lay eyes on her again. He wandered in, hulkily, and dropped himself onto a nearby couch, stretching out and closing his eyes to the thought of her.

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  • -- Angel Weaver, Sun, Oct 24 2004, 2:48pm PDT
    Since her return from Hawaii two months ago she had done very little but mope around, burry her head in her books, avoid all contact with anyone or anything that reminded her of him. She'd had no choice but to leave him, dispite the pain it brought her. When she had found out she was pregnant she had been so excited... it was the only thing lacking from her life. But when she had broached the subject with him he had dropped his bomb shell... the fact that he didn't want children, especially right then, had nearly broken her heart. She couldn't kill her child... and she couldn't tell him... not after what he'd told her- she didn't want to make him do somehting she knew he didn't want to... so with nothing but a note, informing him things clearly weren't meant to be, but that she loved him, she left. And flew home for winter, to place she found comfort and unconditional love...

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