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[Elizabeth Martin]

Tapping her nails on the railing, cigarette in her mouth, Liz Martin was honestly taking time to think. She hadn't done this is such a long time, just sitting and think. Just Whatever. In her ears were a set of baby blue iPod ear buds. Panic! At The Disco's 'Time To Dance' played loudly, just loud enough to block out the world.

Liz looked nothing lie herself. She looked like...Adrienne. Come hither, but off limits, that cocky arrogant look that was always on Adrienne's face seemed to have come off on Liz. Lovely. Her hair was up in a sexy messy look that said 'I just what-evered it' when it was really, 'I spent 20 min.s doing this'. Her normally sweet brown eyes had dulled to a grayish Brown hue, which with her current suited her well.

Attire was defiantly a change. Something she hadn't done in such a long time. She looked...Scene. Yea. Weird. She wore a white wife beater, layered with a black Cami and Grey-ish skinny jeans, and all black flats. Flats? What the hell? A pair of sunglasses, big framed, with a white rim, sat onto of her head, and her cell phone was laying on the banister beside her. It was off. That's right, off.

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

Jeremy had been pretty bored, sitting around his house all day... not waiting for someone to call, but waiting for opportunity to strike him. Maybe he'd go take pictures on the beach... or he could grab a cup of coffee at Paparazzi... or take a drive in his black Cadillac SUV. It was hotter than any girl, anyway.

What he really wanted to do, though? He wanted to go down to the Boardwalk. The pictures were always so classic, with that faded-glory edge that was seen in his pictures. Jeremy liked sad. He didn't like perfect--flawed suited him much better.

So he pulled on medium-dark wash Diesel jeans, which fit him perfectly, especially in the butt--mind you. Then he jumped into the car, grabbed his black non-digital Kodak from the backseat, and exceeded the speed-limit all the way over to the antique wooden Boardwalk, lining the beach. Surfers yelled, kids screamed, and Jeremy walked away from it all, down to the edge of the little row of shops.

There, he spotted E.V. She looked like Adrienne, and that kind of pissed Jeremy off, for want of a better word. E.V. was great when she was just being the sweet, gorgeous good friend she usually was. She didn't need to be Liz, and she didn't need a demo, modeling contracts, a movie deal, and scene clothes to be who she was, so why was she changing?

Jeremy walked up quietly behind her. "Hey." He said softly and sexily, a smile on his face. The sexy, hoarse voice came naturally.

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[Elizabeth Martin]

Pulling away from her thoughts she turned to see Jeremy kind of ...just there. That was weird, she hadn't heard him coming. Whatever. She was almost going to ignore him. But then she kind of missed the more interesting life the Jeremy seemed to have. Stories were always funny.

Turning, and then pulling herself up onto the banister, and pushed her phone into her bag. Why she even brought it was beyond her. Looking at her friend, she study his features, thinking about every single different way Jeremy was...Jeremy. Then, out of pure bliss carelessness, she asked,
"Talk to Adi?"
Her voice sounded mellower. Sounded more...thought out then usual.

[Rachel Louise]

As he listened to Liz, he noticed the very un-Adi change in her voice. That didn't switch around the role she seemed to be trying to play, though. Maybe it was just Jeremy?

Probably not... but okay.

He considered giving her a sharp, sarcastic remark about how much she resembled the missing person per say... but was Adi really missing? No, she had probably just run away with a hot guy that she could manipulate and bend, which was so not Jeremy. The brunette bombshell was most likely tanning under some palm trees right now.
"No, I haven't. Why?"

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