awe man that sucks I was really enjoying this rp. *sigh* yeah hope so...

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Oliver really didn't mind if she went off with Marci or even if she decided to wander off with the creeper Dion. Anything would be better than himself right at the moment. The reason behind Oliver being so edgey was also the reason he didn't want a new human near him. The medication he had taken this morning were starting to die. They only lasted half a day which meant he had to take two or three a day.

Marci began to dance wildly in the small space provided, like a character you would see on a cartoon. "Yaay! A girls day!!" She cheered as she began bouncing in place. "Hey Dion, if you want some more eye-liner..." She began, teasingly.

"Let me think about that; no." Retorted Dion. "Last time you ended up making me look like a Vampire from a tv show. Thanks Marci but I'll stick with my own fashion from now on."

The young woman blushed as she remembered the accident vividly in her mind. "Well fine then. Then it's just you and me, Kristy! I promise I won't do anything too strange."

((ooc: I was thinking maybe we could skip ahead to when Kristy and Marci are ready, driving in their limo to meet up with the guys at the studio. Obviously I'll let you come up with something for Kristy to wear and how she looks. ^^ Then we can hit up the club~ Lol.))

Dion's dirt brown orbs narrowed in on the chest immediately and swallowed hard. A smile was pressed firmly on his lips but he had to restrain if not until a later time. It wasn't that Oliver would be protective of this woman, it was just Oliver had manners and Dion..well not so much.

He backed over beside Oliver again, hoping for more space in the small recording room, then poked Ollie with his elbow and whispered two words. "Ooooh yeeaahh."

Oliver's topaz orbs bore holes at Dion from the corner of his eyes, Dion continuing to snicker about the entire thing. "Oi." Was all Oliver could mutter. Dion was still a surprise, no matter the situation. At least Lemont could hold his tongue.

Marci, who assumed what Dion had whispered despite not hearing it, rolled her beautiful wood-colored eyes and began to talk. "So it's settled then! A party to welcome Kristy to our little demented group! We'll all meet at the front door of the studio at seven, 'kay??" She looked to check everyones face at this and saw Oliver folding his arms. "So is it alright if I steal Kristy until then?? We've got alot of planning and dressing up to do!" Chirped the thin young woman.

Oliver blinked, puzzled. "I don't own her; ask her yourself."

Marci whirled her head to turn to Kristy. "Wanna? Lemont probably wasn't going to pay you for today anyways. He's a cheap-butt-munch."

"Oh I don't think that'll be a problem." Commented Oliver. "Marci is friends with all the top designers in London. Not to mention her own closet is as big as a gym."

"Is not! Try half a gym, thank you very much!" Marci glared at Oliver for a while, then turned back to Kristy. It would be fun playing dress-up with an actual person. Marci twirled, sending the sun-dress she was currently sporting, flowering out around her. "This'll be fun! I promise I won't do anything that's too uncomfortable for you!! And you can pick something you'd like to try!"

As Marci was rattling on about the plans for tonight, the door behind Oliver and Kristy opened and quickly closed. Dion had to stand on tip-toe to see over Oliver's shoulder, trying to catch the conversation currently at hand. "What's going on Marci? Why a break??" Oliver took a step to the side and that was when Dion spotted Kristy. "Oh. That's why." A large smile spread across his face then, like melting butter across a plate. "Yo, I'm Dion. You are..??" He approached Kristy rather calmly but that was because Oliver was close enough to send him through a wall if he tried any monkey business.

Like Lemont, Dion had shaggy black hair but his also had stripes of dark navy blue here and there. Today he wore a dark olive green t-shirt and jeans which made him look paler than he really was.

"Well we'll just have to be beautiful, together!!" Marci chirped. "Oh, hey! Would you like to come out with us tonight? It's sort've a ritual of ours. Two nights before a concert we go out and have a rockin' time." The girl then gasped in realization, then clapped her hands together. "Yes! You have to come and let me do your make-up! Pwease....???" With big shimmering blue eyes Marci began to beg. It was years since she got to do something fun like that. "Dion and Oliver won't sit still and complain when I put eye-liner on them."

"It doesn't help when you poke our eyes out with that damn pencil." Coughed Oliver. He smirked when Marci stuck her tongue out at him in reply.