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MISFIT Umbra

Umbra Hill

_{Diamond Hill}

18 • Female • Demisexual

(FC: Tati Gabrielle; Dialogue: Green)
♫ If I told you I could give you life
Would you leave the boundaries of your mind?
I bet you never even knew
That there's a universe inside of you ♫

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► reputation

Umbra is that girl. You know how teenagers are all so busy with finding their cliques and caring what other people think? You came to the wrong girl with that. Umbra is jovial, expressive, and has that natural aura where nothing negative permeates to her soul. That’s another big contributor to her personality, the soul, see Umbra is one for the mystic and spiritual arts. While others might find her obsession with the fates and the unseen weird, Umbra uses her practice of divination to help her and the lives of others. While she is labeled as a misfit because of her appearance and personality, Umbra couldn’t be more of a social butterfly. Her natural charisma, extroversion, and hunger for the unknown pushes her to interact with all walks of life as to build a better understanding and library of knowledge.

Umbra thrives on listening and congealing with the experiences of others. She loves to listen, offer advice, and support her friends through whatever adversity faces them. Although, not everything is all stars and signs. Even Umbra has her dark side, her Venus in retrograde. Having moved to Beverly Hills and facing a network of formidable people like never before, she’s had to adapt. And while she’s usually all spunk and spontaneity sometimes the witch and the bitch come out. Like any good magical potion, this one would take time to mix and mature. Let’s just hope that the senior class of BHHS wouldn’t be bewitched by this shining diamond.

► noteworthy appearance traits

Umbra is quite tall, standing at a height of 5’7. Her hair done in a sequence of dreads with a few colored white. A series of nose piercings she rotates through: stud, hoop, septum.

►favorite item

Her custom tarot cards, but that’s subject to change since she’s taken a liking to her wicca book.

► current dilemma

Diamond is currently toeing the line between staying who she’s been and always will be and losing herself to the greater plane and allowing for a metamorphosis.

► warning

Umbra is an advocate of freedom of expression, as so, if anyone were to attack or sully her or her friends beliefs/identity she wouldn’t be above putting a curse on you.

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► quirks

• Initiates conversations by asking date of birth
• Tucks a dread above her lip and strokes it like a fully-grown mustache
• Likes to collect animal skulls and other fossils (teeth, claws, bones)

► hobbies

• Astrology
• Palm/Tarot card readings
• Learning wicca
• Shopping at thrift shops and antique stores
• Surprisingly enough, practicing her makeup and keeping up on the latest trends of fashion

► dreams

Her dreams are simple and modest; all Diamond wishes for is to experience all life has to offer. AS long as she’s not tethered down in mind or body, she is willing to try anything.

► fears

Oddly enough, Diamond has Xanthophobia which is the fear anything with the color yellow. Ironically, Diamonds alias Umbra means shadow/shadow so it’s only natural she would be afraid of the sun.

► likes/dislikes

✔ The sound/aesthetic of thunder and showers
✔ Authentic New Orleans Beignets
✔ Talking to a skull like Yorick’s from Hamlet
✖ Tanning
✖ Vicious Cycles
✖ Meat

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► occupation

Umbra has found herself several rotating gigs all dealing in being a “psychic”. Her favorite spots are at the circus where she can dress up as a mystic, a mall kiosk with several crystals, and kids shows (mostly because parents are more interested).

► family

• Munroe Jackson | Grandmother | Retired Nurse

► brief history

The diamond in the rough wasn’t found in sunny California, but instead the saintly New Orleans. Diamond was born to two loving parents, yet fate had other plans for them. One of her earliest memories was the picture of a man in all blue with a badge in the doorway of her grandmothers’ home. With the loss of her parents, her grandmother had taken to raising her for the rest of her life. Once a nurse, she retired in search of medicine that transcended conventional means. This is where Diamond had first been exposed to her future self and the onset of wicca. Having lived in New Orleans and deep in the heart of the bayou, the presence of Voodoo was a strong influence.

Luck never seemed to favor Diamond, a shadow that always loomed behind her. With the disastrous effects of Hurricane Katrina, Diamond and her grandmother had to relocate as the flooding of the bayou had destroyed their home. Wanting to leave this negative trend, the two moved to the other side of the country, California the golden state. Despite being an outsider and not on par monetarily with the upper echelon of Beverly Hills, Diamond was gifted with a beautiful mind. Her grades had granted her access to the elite even if her bank account didn’t. California allowed her to flourish and strengthen what made her a misfit in the first place. Having survived high school, Umbra has set her sights on the future horizon.

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► extra information

Loves everything from New Orleans: Jumbo, Po-Boys, and crawfish

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Aaliyah loved fashion, if someone happened to creep on her pinterest they would find too many boards dedicated to accessories, seasons, and styles. It was too bad the young ugly duckling couldn’t picture herself in any of them. While she was warming up to the idea that she could pull off more than just two-day old sweatpants and oversized sweaters, her confidence was still apprehensive at best. Shopping with her mom did give her a slight edge than if she was alone, having your own hype man even if it was your mom was still nice to have.

Unfortunately for her mother, Aaliyah was more focused on her phone than the stores around her. Taking the plunge into social media, she couldn’t help but e-stalk all the girls in the school she had always been so jealous of. Homecoming had opened doors Aaliyah originally thought to be sealed shut; her dress that night also worked wonders for catching her peers’ eyes. It honestly took more time, angles, and several deleted pictures for Aaliyah to get her first post down right.

The sheer volume of friend requests she sent out were slowly but surely reciprocated, by the time they had made it to their second stop her phone had dozes of red notifications. Girls like Bea and Julie had accepted her request and were already liking and commenting on her pic. It was a dream come true, a dream that was almost too good to be true. Between “uh-huhs” and half hearted “yeah’s” her eyes were mostly glued to her screen. That’s when her legs stopped and her heart sank, excitement began to shoot through every nerve in her body. Not only had she just gotten a text from Bea asking her to come over to watch movies, but a DM from the Queen of fashion herself, Chanel Martin. Quite the audible expression of “OH MY GOD!” shook the ground and pierced the heavens, even causing the hangers in her mom’s hand to drop.

The prospect of going shopping with Chanel and Julie was surreal, were they bullying her? No, no, Chanel had hyped her up at homecoming, but she also said they weren’t friends. Not knowing what to think she was panicking. Her hands trembled, playing that all too familiar mini-game of twirling thumbs around while thinking of a reply. Aaliyah though she would faint until the calming touch of her mother eased her nerves.

“Are you alright baby? You haven’t said more than two words since you’ve been on that phone all day”

“..U…I…Sorry! Can we go get something to eat? I’ll explain later I just need to sit. Church and Gossip Girl didn’t prepare me for this” she said hand-fanning herself helplessly. Aaliyah went back to her phone composing herself and her message to each person.

”I would love to go shopping with you and Julie! You can always just text me, my number is xxx-xxxx.”

”I’m at the mall right now, but I can after. What kind of movies did you have in mind?”

Hitting send on both replies, this was the most confidence the girls ever had outside of State Championship for Mathletes and International Chess meets. Hopefully Aaliyah wouldn’t run into anyone else she knew; her weak heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Little did she know JJ was in the building.

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_{『Time - Afternoon』
『Location - Wolfe Estate』
『Collaboration With @Chai | Heather Vandertulip』}

Marco thought he was last to show up, but the spotlight was stolen from him by quite the handsome male with a chip on his shoulder. Everyone was probably on edge after the events that transpired and led them all here. It never dawned on him if he was the only one who was being blackmailed or if they all had skeletons in their closet. ”Three men, three women” Marco thought to himself as he tallied the gender ratio, under different circumstances this could be reality dating show. The vivid image of Marco as a bachelor played in his head for a brief moment, dying seconds later. Just as there was a semblance of normality, a firework exploded onto the scene.

Everything about him was flagrant and queer, his appearance and natural traits almost put the women in attendance to shame. His gaudy attitude and demeanor flowed out of him so naturally it couldn’t have been just an affront to the crowd of strangers before him. Marco suffered from the traditional latino machismo, so much so that the excess flamboyance was starting to coalesce into something all too much for Marco. While he made his rounds Marco just repeated one word in his mind over and over, “Marica”. Marco didn’t really give a shit about made up star signs or the moon being retrograde, but at least the slav in his tracksuit was right about alcohol.

His face was harsh and brooding when it came to his turn. Marco just wished he knew who this person was and their significance to all this. His clenched jaw and rigid cheeks managed to force a smile that was just uncomfortable as he was.

The tension in the room was still as dense as it was before this character entered the fray, their silence speaking volumes. They all had free reign to do and take whatever they wanted, it was all just too good to be true. As enticing as the cornucopia was, Marco was still very weary of the whole thing. Cigarettes and alcohol would be his only friends until he had answers. Suddenly, Marco perked back up when he saw Heather join in again. He knew he had taste when she was just as disinterested in his entrance as he was.

”Ezra Wolfe” of course, why hadn’t he made the connection before? The whole introduction screamed renaissance, the golden straw, the grapes, even the chiseled figure. Marco was ready to go up to his room and just rest for the few hours they had before this so-called party they were all invited to.

"Fuckin' bitch,"

Marco stopped mid track and pivoted his body to face both Ezra and Heather, “Hey! Show some respect for the lady.”

"I'll show some respect for you, does that count?" came Ezra's sing-song voice in reply, though his gaze remained fixed on his cell phone that he had taken out again. His thumbs whizzed across the screen until he paused abruptly, glancing up and to the sides and looking over his shoulder before lazily grinning at Marco. "Look. My guy. Heather's nice and all, but we're just having a bit of fun. I call her an insufferable know-it-all broad, she calls me a—"

"Spoiled brat? Who hasn't changed since he was a teenager? Heather interjected, finished with the call in the hallway. She frowned at one of the potted plants near her, fussing with some of the leaves before heading down the steps to join the group. "Maybe you can take a page out of Mr. Ronquillo's book, Ezra, about treating people with respect."

"Should I? Well, I guess that would depend on the chapter of the book, wouldn't it? Some of the earlier ones..." Ezra's eyes searched Marco's knowingly, almost conspiratorially, as his voice trailed off into nothing.

Marco usually had the candor to speak to men like this, that’s what made him so refreshing of a personality. Easy as it may be in any other situation, it was frankly hard in this particular case. Marco wasn’t there to make friends nor was he so eager to bite the hand that fed him this early into their game. Swallowing his pride he chose to relax and allow Ezra Wolfe’s effervescence to go without confrontation. “Coño, que me he metido?” Marco half whispered half sighed.

The banter between the two returned and if it weren’t for the sass Heather was able to dish out, he wouldn’t have felt even more attracted to the Asian Amazonian. His attention had been sliced in two by Ezra’s piercing words and searching look. Ezra reminded him of his place at the estate, Marco overstepped a little too far on their first day. “The ending is always the best part to any novel, I hope you finish reading” he said before being interrupted by another gallivanting superstar debuting as Ezra’s sister. The two were shockingly two different tones, she probably got more Vitamin D than her brother.

“Can you show me around Ms. Vandertulip?”

Heather almost said no. Almost. She worried it might have been unprofessional of her, or perhaps even showing favorites. If there was one thing she prided herself in, it was the air of neutral professionalism she had on display at most times. But she figured a personal tour wouldn't hurt so much, and she smiled in Marco's direction. "Of course," she said plainly, "I think I have a few minutes to show you around the house. If you'll follow me, I'll be happy to give you a tour around."

Turning on her heel and nodding a simple goodbye toward Ezra and Valentina, she led the way out of the great room and took a left once she reached the main hallway. It opened up to a large copper room, its windows looking out over the majestic Montana scenery. "This is the copper observatory. It's become quite a favorite spot for family and guests alike to enjoy the sun while they read or work.. She made a general motion toward the back walls lined with books, then turned her gaze toward the mountains in the distance. "It's beautiful, isn't it?

Marco’s eyebrows peaked at Heather’s reply, maybe there was some normalcy to this place. Jumping at the opportunity, Marco made his way past the two Wolfe’s in sheep’s clothing, “You sure this won’t take hours? This house is pretty huge” he said, catching up to his guide. While he was supposed to be observing the house he couldn’t help finding himself studying Heather instead. Everything about her screamed bureaucratic, she was rigid, stoic, and neutral. The copper observatory was quite breathtaking, Marco was surely out of his element and the greenery was quite refreshing, he even appreciated the architecture from within. “Pero no tan hermosa como tú” his accent playing smoothly, shifting his gaze onto her. “I don’t read much, but I can read people. Don’t you get tired of being so professional all the time? How did you even land this gig?” Marco probed, hopefully she could discern empathy from interrogation.

"How does anyone land a job?" She asked him, turning away from the window and cocking one of her immaculately groomed brows at him. It wasn't meant to be sarcastic, but a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Actually, they found me through LinkedIn. Don't look so surprised! I was working in HR prior to this. The corporate demeanor fits me, I've been told."

Heather laughed freely, walking out of the Copper Observatory and back through the hallway, leading Marco past some other rooms. She stopped in a doorway, gesturing inside at a lengthy hand-crafted oak dining table. "This formal dining room. Not many people actually eat here, but you're welcome to. Across the room is a door that connects to the kitchen, and if you go through that, you'll reach the breakfast room." Pausing for a moment, her jaw clenched as if she wanted to say something, but she seemed to rethink her words and instead settled on leaning back against the ornate doorframe. "Is there any other part of the house you wanted to see?"

Her quick reply had completely disarmed him, coupled with that devious smile. Her features were both soft and perfect, she could have easily been a model with her stature and gifted beauty. “Yeah, but for these people? I think you would fit better somewhere else” Marco had heard of this ‘linkedin’ but acclimating to technology and traditional work was still new to him.

The pair had made their way to the dining room, while everything in the house was quite beautiful it was expected. “Seems like a waste to have these many rooms and have no one use them don’t you think?” Marco caught a glimpse of her hesitation through his peripheral vision wondering what she had to say. Unfortunately for him, something prevented her from doing so, whether it was out of fear or professionalism he would never know.

“Yeah there is something else I wanted to see. Is your bedroom nearby?”

She simply stared, unamused, with her brown eyes piercing into him. "I don't live on the estate, though I live near here. And by that, I mean I don't live near enough for any of you to come and visit me. I just oversee what happens at the estate—finances, costs, sometimes we rent it out for luxury events." The rejection was swift, but also more gentle than she would have done otherwise. Lifting her phone out of her pocket to check the time, she pushed herself off the frame and took a step through into the dining room. "You'll have to excuse me, but it's just about time for a meeting. You're welcome to explore the rest of the house on your own if you want. Or you relax in your room; whatever you like." And with that she left him, disappearing through the doorway on the opposite side of the room.

The taste of rejection was all to swift. Marco didn’t need anyone doing him favors or letting him down easy. Had every rejection wounded the latino heartthrob, there would be nothing left. As she turned and vanished into the distance, Marco couldn’t help but notice she left something in her wake. “Heather wait!” his plea rather futile. Picking up the pristine white handkerchief, he examined it only to find three initials engraved at the bottom. A smirk of his own crept onto his face, the tour wasn’t a complete loss. Stuffing the handkerchief into his pocket he turned and made his way to his room; T-minus two hours till the party.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

So shine bright
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to
I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all
But I think you're moving too fast

Sunday service. Church was a staple for most people, but for the Kings it was the after after party. Aaliyah woke up that Sunday morning with the most triumphant stretch, the kind of stretch you feel through your whole body whilst letting out primal cathartic noises. With the crust brushed out her eye she couldn’t help but beam with radiance, what had spurred on such a reaction? While she might have been invisible at homecoming like she was in school, she had made strides to improve her social net worth. The memories raced through her head. Homecoming lasted all of two hours more or less, yet that didn’t deter her peers from going all out. Everything happened so fast too, one-minute Aaliyah was trying to get some punch and wait on JJ and the next there were sirens and all kinds of mess her mama would have said no one had time for.

The night played in her mind like a vcr, in her morning glow she hit the rewind button, turning the tape back all the way to the beginning. While everyone gathered Aaliyah was hoping no one would recognized her all glamed up. Fortunately for her, the queen of high fashion and style (Chanel) managed to find her like a bloodhound tracking a scent. "You're Aaliyah, right?" Aaliyah almost choked on her punch. After a few coughs she was finally able to gain her voice back, only to have been already humiliated by her own actions. Before she could even excuse herself and confirm that she was in fact Aaliyah, Chanel showered her with praise that only caused Aaliyah to become even more flustered as her cheeks gained a tint of red. Chanel probably thought the poor girl was a mute or something as she only reacted with her face rather than actual you know, words.

Between a laugh and sudden shock of hidden vodka, Aaliyah was ready to speak, that was until Jordan Henderson stopped by. Chanel had even managed to introduce the young wallflower to her date, titles and all. It was refreshing to have her biggest inspiration and role model vouch for her so vehemently, it only stung a little bit when she mentioned they weren’t friends. Aaliyah shouldn’t have gotten such a big head anyways, someone of her social caliber had no chance of being friends with someone so high up on the food chain. She tried her best to cover her fading happiness, which was rather easy since Lucas Anderson had managed to knock into Chanel and ooo child she was not having none of that. The shot heard around the world could be heard from Chanel’s monstrous slap, she might as well have slapped the heart and soul of that white boy. Aaliyah mouthed ”oof” as the heated Chanel had walked away shortly after throwing Jordan’s punch cup at Lucas.

Except that wasn’t the only blow of the night, just on the other side of the punch table near the bathrooms another fight had broken out, it was non-other than Salem and Sonny. Except, Sonny was on the floor instead of the DJ booth. Had Sonny been lucky enough he could have met up with Kavi, then they really could have been blood brothers. Sadly, Kavi ended up leaving in the back of a police car. Had Aaliyah not been socially inept, her powers as a wallflower and near invisibility could have led her to take photo of all that transpired and put it on the equivalent of Kings Academy’s gossip girl site. Instead she would just have to make do with her memories.

Now it was time for JJ. The two had finally managed to come together as the rest of everyone’s night was falling apart. She was slow on the uptake as her nervous heart was beating well over her normal heart rate. Yet he managed to calm her nerves without so much as that bright smile. She was wrong about him, maybe he wasn’t the stereotypical jock like the rest. He certainly didn’t find himself in the chaos of what could only be described as the animal kingdom. Aaliyah could have sworn some of those guys and girls acted exactly like lions and hyenas. No, instead the two just passed the night talking, about everything. He didn’t make any moves and respected her boundaries. All she left with was a hug and a thank you for such a great night. Aaliyah’s dad stared him down as she walked to the car which only made her laugh and end the night on a high note.

With the roller coaster of the night and emotions, Aaliyah was ready to tackle the day. She only realized she had no plans after church. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t let that defeat her on such a triumphant day. Aaliyah headed down the stairs, rounding the corner to speak with her parents.

“Why do you look so happy?” her mother said with a playful smile.

“Don’t get any ideas honey” her father said in a rather dry but direct tone.

“Oh, hush I was just having fun. You had fun right sweetie? You looked absolutely gorgeous last night. You should let me do that more often” she remarked.

Aaliyah’s grin crept back onto her face, “Thanks mom, you really did do a great job. Even that girl Chanel said something…well before she slapped the white off this kid” her parents both laughed in unison.

“Well I’m glad you had fun baby, you can tell us more on our way to church.” Aaliyah nodded happily as she made her way to the backseat of her father’s car. Next stop, church.

Now if you don’t know, there’s a few things about black church you might not know. White church usually starts at 9 am and finishes at 9:15, black church starts at 9am and doesn’t finish until next Sunday. The gospel/choir is basically an audition for the voice and let’s not forget the dress code, if you show up in jeans and sneakers lord have mercy on you. Luckily for the King’s, service was light and ended early today. “Ready to go home Aaliyah?” her parents asked, an idea she would probably regret later jumped out of her throat.

“Actually, can we go to the mall mom. I think its time for new clothes” both her mom and dad’s jaws dropped as if they saw the holy ghost behind her.

“S…sure baby, let’s go” and with that Aaliyah smiled from ear to ear.

Before she could get to the mall, she decided to make a twitter and Instagram. Her hands were sweaty as her heart raced through her skin. Finding Chanel and a few others on the timeline, she swallowed her fears and sent several outgoing friend requests. ”Hopefully JJ and Chanel don’t think I’m weird”

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_{『Time - Afternoon』
『Location - Wolfe Estate』
『Interaction @GhostMami | Maya Soto, @Lord Wraith | Andrew Wright』}

Then

“The number you are trying to reach is currently available. Please try aga—” the phone cut short before the screen illuminated with the keypad once more. Another ten numbers strung together before hitting the call button.

Ring….ring…..ring….

“Allo?”

“Diego, Soy yo, Marco. Oye necessito un favor”

“Marco? No he sabido de ti desde...bueno, ya sabes. Que necesitas?”

“Necesito que investigues algo. Que tu sabes de Montana?”

Now

“Hopefully the storm passes quick” his driver said.

Marco hated small talk, especially with uber drivers. Today was different though, with no certainty of tomorrow after the apparition of the briefcase nothing was guaranteed. “It’s a terrible day for rain” he said looking out the window up into the clouds. Raid drops coated the screen while a streak of rain ran down parallel to where his cheeks were, an omen? Who knew? Regardless of the weather, Marco still had the blackmail in the recesses of his mind casting a cloud of its own. Arriving at the terminal he took his bags and tipped his driver handsomely before going on his way. ”I need a drink” Marco thought as he made his way to the nearest bar. In all actuality, Marco had relapsed into his alcoholic tendencies and had been drinking after since opening that god forsaken letter and photo. His breath was hot with the stench of brown liquor; an old fashioned was his standard.

A few drinks and cigarettes later Marco found himself in the homestretch of his two hour wait. Time really did drag when you didn’t want it to. Standing in line he couldn’t help but find himself behind a family of four, Marco didn’t particularly like children and these two were no exception. Stepping up with boarding pass in hand, Marco was never more relieved to have been bumped up to first class. This was the first and probably the last time he’d ever get to experience such luxury. Of course, it was too good to be true, even though he wasn’t particular to kids he did know their bedtime stories. Marco was being fattened up only be led to slaughter. Although did that beat the alternative if his secret got out?

Marco spent most of his overnight flight scribbling notes into his journal no bigger than a hand. The more alcohol the less legible his handwriting became, until he inevitably was too intoxicated to stay awake. As the plane landed Marco shook violently awake to the wheels hitting the tarmac, sweat sticking to his shirt while strands of hair were slick with sweat. Marco looked around to see a few startled faces, “What the fuck are you looking at? Mind your business, yeah?!” a few choice words in Spanish were mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. A land with an abundance of green and vegetation was new for Marco, flatland and gorges were his home for the last few years. While it was only one terminal the National Parks airport was more of the same monotony any airport housed, there was just so many people for such a small airport.

Getting lost in the sea of people, Marco had finally found his way to baggage claim. Pushing through people was a bit more tedious than he had hoped for, his patience was wearing rather thin. The one carry on and checked bag was all he needed as he watched everyone else attack the carousel like an all you can eat buffet. Finally making it to the pick up area he was waved down by what Marco could only describe as the butler from Askjeeves or Mr. Monopoly. Marco couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, was this some kind of sick joke? Either way this was the first time he had so much as crack a smile since before the briefcase had sent him on this wild trip. That moment of relaxation was robbed just as fast as it had been given, some tourist had ran into him sending him back into a spiteful recoil. He would have swung a fist had his hand not been filled with a piece of paper. ”Pinche madre, where’d he go?” he thought before cooling down once more to read the small note.

Marco’s eyebrows furrowed at the message. With a quick sleight of hand the note had been quickly placed into his pocket journal and back into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Skipping the hospitality, Marco entered the luxury car and once again finding himself responsible for making small talk with the driver. As he spoke Marco felt less inclined to believe him, why would a family be so interested in someone like him? What did they want? His questions would hopefully find answers within the hour. “Let’s just hope I don’t disappoint. I hope you don’t mind if I smoke in here” he said with a cigarette pressed against the crease of his lips. The car stopped to lo and behold yet another mode of transportation. What did Paul Revere’s Ride say? One if by land, two if by sea? Make that three with that airplane ride. All shock had left him at this point, the destination was all that was on his mind.

Getting off his sea legs, Marco was greeted by quite a beautiful, tall, Asian woman. His rough hands met her gentle handshake before raising her hand to plant a kiss. “I’m Marco, Marco Ronquillo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Señorita” returning her hand so she could send a text message before turning back to him. Marco ignored what she had to say as he scoped out the rather massive estate. While others would most likely be in awe of the beauty, these were a dime a dozen from Marco’s experience. Instead he was more interested in what they had on display, but more importantly what they wanted to hide.

As his eyes covered every inch of the house, Ms. Vandertulip had led him to the great room. “Gracias, I hope to see you soon.” he said with a smirk before making his way down the steps already beaten by four others.

“I guess this is who she meant when she said everyone”