Roswell Fanatics

You asked for it, so here's a short Michael post. With Becca not posting anymore, and Bre temporarily unable to post, it's really down to just the four of us. Maybe your estatic Isabel could meet up with Liz and talk about her rose. *shrugs*
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*MICHAEL*

I decide not to get involved in whatever Kyle and Liz are talking about. She’s already made it clear that she’s not interested in me. Instead, I go across the hall to the living room. There’s a wonderful 52” flat screen TV there. I turn on ESPN and relax for a little while catching up on the sports news.

I don’t know what time we’re supposed to be leaving for the radio station, but I’m sure it’s soon. I hope somebody lets me know before they go.

(Hey, everyone! Isabelle asked me to take over as Tess, and I'm really excited about it! This is going to be fun! Hehe, another reality series, but at least this time no voting out! Yay! )

*Tess*

I get in from the nightclub around 1 am, struggling to keep my eyes open. I'm exhausted! I spent most of the night dancing with Max, and then Kyle. Max is an awesome dancer, but I have the feeling he has a thing for Liz. I guess we'll see what happens. Max and Kyle are both awesome guys, and it would be wonderful to get together with one of them. I think I'm leaning a bit toward Kyle. Just thinking of him brings a smile to my face. I ignore the cameras and head up to bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

In the morning, I head downstairs, still tired but ready for the job at the radio station. I fix some breakfast of toast, cheese and fresh fruit in addition to coffee, and take it into the living room to watch a little television before we all have to leave. Michael's already there, watching sports news.

"'Morning, Michael," I greet him with a sleepy smile. Sitting down beside him and watching the news with him, I offer him some of the breakfast. There's plenty on the plate to share. "Have you had breakfast yet? I've got plenty of food here if you're hungry. My eyes were bigger than my stomach!" At this, I grin sheepishly. The idea of food had seemed so appealing a few moments ago when I was making breakfast, but thoughts of the day ahead at the new job made nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach.

Tess Harding

I get my computer back in a few days !! Yay for me! but anyways I'm my aunts so I'll have to keep this short... Oh and also I've had a few jobs in mind for everyone.

~*~*~Maria~*~*~


I stumble into the bedroom.. I don't want to get dressed, I don't want to go to work... My head hurts a lot and I want to go lay down a die... I groan and flop down on my bed....

I can't even lift my head... I want to cry my head hurts so badly and everytime i move it makes me feel like i'm spinning in stomach which keeps causing me to feel like vomiting...

I pull the blankets up over my head...

Just a few more minutes...

(Hey, everyone! Isabelle asked me to take over as Tess, and I'm really excited about it! This is going to be fun! Hehe, another reality series, but at least this time no voting out! Yay! )

Welcome to the RP Elizabeth Evans Great part! Can't wait to read more from Tess!!!


Here's a Isabel part

Isabel

“Morning guys!” I say to Kyle and Liz as I walk into the parlour. “What have you got there?” I ask looking at the rose and piece of paper in Liz hands

“Someone left the rose and a note for Liz on the piano!” Kyle states “No name just ME”

“ME? Interesting! I wonder who that could be?” I say

“Me too” Liz says looking at the piece of paper again

“Me three!” Kyle grins

“Kinda romantic you know having a secret admirer unless that secret admirer turns out to be a killer stalker that’s happened to me before and let me just say it was not pleasant” I pause my words sinking into my own brain “Not that this is a stalker, I just think. No its just a plain old admirer which is romantic like something out of a romance novel or a film.” I say quickly

Ok so I have totally freaked myself out! It is so creepy to think that someone could just get into the house without anyone knowing. I mean why doesn’t this place have security? Back at home, Daddy has two guards on the front gate, two guards patrolling the grounds although sometimes we have the extra one or two patrolling as well then we have two body guards, one that looks after Daddy at all times and then one that comes everywhere with me, although he didn’t come with me on this because Daddy was all in a mad mood. Although this stalker thing makes me wish that Jimmy (my bodyguard) had come with me.

Maybe I am just overreacting, it could be one of the guys from in the house, Ok so we have Michael Guerin (MG) and duh of course Maxwell Evans (ME)

So maybe the rose is from Max which is a lot less creepy then some weird stalker person coming in the house in the middle of the night.

So Max could be Liz’s secret admirer. That is very interesting.

“I’m sure you will find out who it is soon enough” I say to Liz because even if its not Max its bound to come sooner or later who it is. “Anyway I am going to go and check on my car to make sure its ok to drive me to work because there is no way I am getting in that van thing again! Did anyone even bring that home last night anyway? Right I will see you guys in a minute!” I say leaving Liz and Kyle alone so that I could tend to my car. I gotta make sure I have my cds in there, my bag, my make up and I have no idea long before we are leaving for work.

Hi Bre! Glad to hear about the radio station jobs. Please let us know what they're going to be!
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*MAX*

Alex storms out and I still haven't the faintest idea what I did to annoy him. I'm pouring myself a second cup of coffee when Tess comes in. "Hey, nice to see you. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Oh, fine," she smiles. "Just a little tired."

I pour her a cup of coffee. "That's great. Not everyone here is as lucky."

"Hangovers? You?" She asks, as she opens the refrigerator.

I smiles. "Hangovers, yes. Me, no. Alex and Maria"

We chat a bit more as she fixes herself a little breakfast. She really is nice. So sweet, and fun. I'm thinking that I definately want to ask her out, when she picks up her plate and heads out of the kitchen. I don't really want to be following her around like some stalker, so I sit for another minute.

I check my watch. It's after eight o'clock. I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be at the radio station by nine but I don't know how long it will take to get there. My first thought was to ask Maria, but just because she lives here doesn't mean she knows every part of the city.

I go upstairs to my room, entering quietly in case Alex is there. He isn't. I look through my bag and find the information packet we were given. Yup. Work starts at nine. And there are directions attached. Great.

I go down and knock on Maria's door. I hear a moan from the inside. "Hey, it's me, Max." I tell her. She moans a little louder. That doesn't sound good.

Tentatively, I open the door and poke my head inside. Maria is lying on the bed with the covers pulled over her head. "Hey," I say, more gently. "Are you gonna be okay?"

The parts for the morning have been awesome! And I am so glad to see that you have joined us, Elizabeth Evans.


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Did what Isabel said truly hold any weight? Could there be some sort of stalker prowling around the house when everyone was sleeping? No! That is absurd. Why would anyone choose to stalk me when I have a supermodel as a roommate? No one! That is who. No one would choose me over Isabel. And then there are Tess and Maria. They are probably more attractive to other males than I am. With their long flowing blonde locks, sparkling eyes and winning smile. Insanity is the only reason anyone would choose me. Insanity.

“Let’s go find the others,” I tell Kyle as I set the small vase on the piano. The note on the other hand was still held in my hand as I scrutinized the only clue left behind--and it was not that much of a clue--it was written by hand. How often does a person write entirely in capital letters. Personally I do not think that many. Besides, do I really wish to look at everyone’s handwriting?

No. No I don’t.

Together Kyle and I walked through the spacious halls and rooms of the house to find Tess and Michael sitting on the couch in front of the television in a room that could only be described as some sort of activity room of sorts.

“Good morning,” I say cheerily, greeting them, Kyle’s greeting coming soon after as he moved to sit at the chair next to where Tess sat.

“Morning,” Tess said with an amount of cheer that rivaled my greeting, whereas Michael seemed slightly distracted by what was getting recapped on the screen.

“Want some,” she asked as she offered me some fruit sitting on a plate in her hand. I am not sure if the question was to bring me farther into the room from my dejected space nearer to the doorway or if she truly had too much on her plate.

I really was hungry. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had ate yesterday. In truth it had been quite a while and the fruit did look tantalizing.

“Sure,” I said as I walked over to where she sat, deciding to perch on the armrest to Kyle’s large, cushioned chair. “Thank you,” I said as I picked off a few pieces of fruit.

“What’s that that you have there?” Tess asked as she looked at my hand, where the mysterious note was still held. Too bad this skirt doesn’t have pockets.

“It’s nothing,” I said, but regret the words the moment they left my mouth, and I decide to amend the statement. “It’s . . .” I trailed off, not knowing what to truly say about this note. What is it really? “I don’t know. It came with a rose in a vase. Kyle found them on the piano. I really don’t know what to make of it.”

“Isabel thinks it is from an admirer,” Kyle interjected.

“Oooh!” Tess said, intrigued. “Let’s see.”

“The gesture was quite thoughtful, but the message conveyed by the rose itself is completely innocent,” I told her as I offered the aforementioned note. I shrug a little before I spoke again. “I don’t know what to think or who it's from.”

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(Thanks, Ruby and Sugarplum7! Great parts, all! I'm loving this RPG already)

*Tess*

While Michael and I are eating breakfast and watching TV, Liz and Kyle walk into the room to join us.

“Good morning,” Liz says cheerily, greeting us. Kyle’s greeting comes soon after as he moved to sit at the chair next to me. We share a smile as he approaches. Liz, for her part, remains near the doorway as though shy to sit with us.

“Morning,” I reply with equal cheerfulness, whereas Michael seemed slightly distracted by what was getting recapped on the screen and mutters a soft "Hey".

“Want some?” I ask offering Liz and Kyle some of my fruit.
I offer Liz first, to bring her more into the room with us. I'm thankful to have a few others to help me eat all this food, because as much as I love fruit, my nervousness about the upcoming radio job has really curbed my appetite.

“Sure,” Liz answers, coming into the room to perch on the armrest to Kyle’s large, cushioned chair. “Thank you,” she says as she picks off a few pieces of fruit. Then I notice that Liz has a slip of paper in her hand.

“What’s that that you have there?” I ask curiously.

“It’s nothing,” Liz says hastily, trying to hide the note. Then she decides to amend her statement and explains, “It’s . . I don’t know. It came with a rose in a vase. Kyle found them on the piano. I really don’t know what to make of it.” Wow! Liz has a secret admirer. Go, Liz!

“Isabel thinks it is from an admirer,” Kyle interjected, confirming my thoughts.

“Oooh!” I exclaim, intrigued. “Let’s see.” Maybe there's some sort of clue on the note that we can use to figure out who the roses were from. What a romantic guy! Liz is so lucky....with her beautiful face and sleek, dark hair, she's exactly the type to inspire this kind of lovely and romantic gesture.

“The gesture was quite thoughtful, but the message conveyed by the rose itself is completely innocent,” Liz tells me as she offers the aforementioned note. She shrugs a little before speaking again. “I don’t know what to think or who it's from.”

Liz hands me the note, and I take a look to see if I recognize the handwriting or any other clue. The handwriting doesn't look familair, but then again I haven't seen everybody's handwriting in the house yet. But the note is signed, ME. "ME....could that be initials, maybe?" I ask Liz quietly, an impish grin on my face. Liz looks at me, startled, realizing the implication.

This development is really interesting! I smile, thinking of how complex all of our relationships in the house are. Everybody seems to either like two different people or like someone who likes somebody else. It's confusing, but also fun to wonder about how it all will be sorted out. Briefly, I think back to the conversation earlier with Max while I was making breakfast in the kitchen...


"Hey, nice to see you. How are you feeling this morning?" Max greeted me warmly when I walked in.

"Oh, fine," I smiled. "Just a little tired."

He poured me a cup of coffee. "That's great. Not everyone here is as lucky."

"Hangovers? You?" I asked playfully, as I opened the refrigerator. I love this flirty banter thing we always seem to have going on. It's so much fun!

Max smiled. "Hangovers, yes. Me, no. Alex and Maria"

We chatted a bit more as I fixed myself a little breakfast. He really is nice. So fun, interesting, and intelligent. And he really seems interested in me. He even seems like he wants to ask me out. But he also has shown an interest in Liz, so I'm not sure where things stand. This confusion is kind of fun, but I don't want do deal with it right now, the morning of our radio jobs. So instead I took my breakfast into the living room.

Tess Harding

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Could it be initials? I suppose the idea has merit, but why would they capitalize my name?

“Couldn’t it also just be signed as “me” because the person felt it was obvious who it was from?”

“If that’s the case, Liz, then who would it be?” Kyle asks as he reaches over to take the strawberry still in my hand.

Sparing a second to glare at him and lightly slap his shoulder, I reach over to take another strawberry from the plate. “That was the last strawberry!”

“Why else did you think I took it?” He offers as he pops the fruit into his mouth and grins.

I turn to face Tess, hiding my face from Kyle and roll my eyes, trying my hardest to suppress the grin threatening to show.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I know you want to smile,” he says.

Tess’ hand flew to cover her mouth, which was sure to show a wide grin, if the sparkle in her blue eyes was anything to go by. Sure enough within seconds she broke into a fit of laughter.

I sighed heavily, trying very hard to not laugh at the situation myself.

At the sound of Tess’ laughter, Michael turned in his seat to face the three of us. Beneath his powerful gaze Tess stopped laughing and looked at him, her expression sobering, slightly. He had a look of complete bewilderment and asked, “What did I miss?”

That single question was enough to get us all laughing, myself included. That fact that he was so wrapped up in the wide world of sports that he missed our entire conversation was quite amusing.

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I hoped that worked. I was trying to alleviate some of the tension that they might be feeling with the impending first day at work, and I also wanted to show some kind of sibling-y relationship between Kyle and Liz.

~*~*~Maria~*~*~

I groan when I hear Max's voice... ahhh the noise the noise....

"I think I'm dead." I choke out peeking through the covers. I don't feel good.. I want to cry I feel like I'm going to throw up, die and pass out... my head is killing me... I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.. I've drank WAYYYY more then I did last night and I never got like this so what is the problem?

Maybe I have the flu.. Or maybe the alcohol just didnt mix with my stomach last night.. I don't know.. whatever it is I think I'm going to die.

*MAX*

Oh boy. That doesn't sound good. I step inside and go to the bed. Her face had been hidden when I saw her downstairs. Now that I can actually see her, it doesn't look good at all. She's very pale.

"No, not dead. But I can tell you feel terrible." I tell her, touching her face. Her skin is sweaty and cool. "Can you sit up?" I ask her, and then feel stupid. I'd just seen her walking. Of course she can sit up.

"No...oh," She moans.

I brush the hair from her face, wondering if she's going to be able to make it to work today. "It's almost time to leave for the radio station."