The Fountain

Yeah, actually can we just skip to the next day? I don't think I can do a show down right now, because I haven't played these charries in such a long time.

True. Next day it is then! You wanna start, or should I?

Youuuu

Inventory Check.
In this chat I have:
Avril
Marcus
Clara
Meredith
Rachel

mmkay.

Yep! And I've got Marlo, Matteo, and Armand. I might make one more guy, just because. Maaaybe.

Armand: I yawn not a little loudly as I wander towards the dinning room. I don't smell any food yet, and I woke up way late today. But maybe the maids just woke up late too? But as I get nearer and nearer, something catches me off guard. Dad's home and he's sitting in Mat's chair.

And you have the guy who ran the party, but idk if you planned on playing him.

Merideth: I woke up to see Rachel across the room, in her identical bed. She was sprawled across it, and drool hung from her mouth disgustingly. Why did she have to be such a pig in the morning. I went and sat on her until she woke up with a small shriek, and pushed me off. I laughed. "Guess what? I got some info for us."

Rachel: "Like...fashion info?"

Meredith: "No, idiot, /Fountain/ info."

Nah, he was just suppose to be some communal character.

Armand: "D-Dad?" He doesn't bother looking up at me, instead examining his newspaper further. Marlo's pouring him tea from one of the fancy sets, but something about her looks off today. It takes me a moment to understand why. /She looks pissed.../

Matteo: "Can I get you anything, sir?" "Coffee." The stewardess writes something down on her notepad before moving on to the next row. I adjust my sunglasses and continue reading the book in my lap, just some simple traveler's guide about Florida. But the words are practically invisible to me as I think back to this morning. I can't help but smirk as I think about what Marlo must be doing right now.

Are my charries boring? They feel kinda dull compared to yours.

Clara: I was up early, cooking breakfast for Avril and Marcus. They were too lazy to learn how to use a stove, and today was the cook's day off. So I was their little Food Slave. Fun.

No, I don't think so. Trust me, sometimes I feel that way about my Cirque people.

Hm, how to get everyone to mix... I know! Time for someone new! Is it ok if I make Rachel and Meredith a servant?

Okay, Ende felt the same way. Well, not that yours were more interesting (I'm the one who thought that) but that hers were bland.

Haha, you think that your Cirque people are boring? Wowww

Yeah, go ahead.

Lol, more that they're too alike at times. I don't know, sometimes I worry that they're words or are too much like another character.

And mmk, give me oooone sec.

Oh, that happens with me, too. >.>

And kk.

Name: Angelo Farkis.
Age: 18
Appearence: http://www.hji.co.uk/ImagePopup.aspx?imageid=qhs31165&imagename=Jordych%20Marsili%20BHA%20Men3&imagetitle=Jordych-Marsili-BHA-Men3
Why is he searching?: Wants to destroy the "unholy thing."
Bio: His parents were originally from Italy and were able to come over illegally. Doesn't have much schooling and has an accent, but found a mentor in another very religeous servant, a priest figure. He's the one who told him about the fountain and manipulated him in his efforts to destroy the pieces once as for all. However, his mentor isn't as righteous as he thinks.

Good?

Haha, yeah.

...But how will that help bring them together?
Unless his mentor is one of your charries...

Dang...
OR, instead of a servant, it could be Dante. I just got a shizz load of ideas. ^_^

*whispers* Who's Dante?

Lol, Matteo and Armand's dad.

Oh, so the mentor is going to be Dante?

Yep. And I've got an idea of how to get Avril and the others in.

Alrightey. Your post.

Unless you want me to have them summon their servant?

Sure.

Marlo: Armand looks completely confused. I'd almost feel sorry for him if the pieces weren't missing. Almost. After another few moments of awkward silence, I excuse myself and have one of the servants bring a limo around. I swear, if that cow had anything to do with this...

Meredith: I pulled my blonde hair up into a high ponytail and started downstairs, still wearing my pajamas. Well, shorts and a tank top made up my pjs. Most people would expect something girlier. I took my shiny pink bell from the base of the stairwell and rung it. "ANGELO!"

Angelo: I sigh as I hear the bell ring. If only that thing would break already. Getting up from my knees, I carefully unwrap the rosary from around my hands and place it on the dresser. A few of the other servants I share the room with give me funny looks as I do so, but I try my best to ignore them. I'm at Meredith's side less than five minutes later. "Yes, miss?"

(What's their last name again?)

Glade...I think.

Meredith: "What took you so long?" I sniffed in distaste, setting down my bell. "I want cake. Vanilla with pink frosting. Now." I didn't care if it was the morning, I wanted cake.