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Aug 6 2015, 08:02 PM
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<p>The sun was just beginning it’s decent over the treetops in Bayfront Park. Music had already been blaring from the nearby stage. A local electronic band that Briah hadn’t heard of, nor did he care for. It was the first evening of the Ultra Music Festival and it was already starting to get filled with the night owls of Miami. Briah usually made a point not to show up on the first day of any event, but today he had made an exception for Bryce. After much convincing, the man had agreed to meet up with him and a few of his other companions for a night of drinking and for Briah’s sake, hopefully more. Bryce wasn’t really into the drugs like Briah was so he had packed himself a little baggie and stuffed it into his pocket in case he started feeling the jitters with all the moving and dancing bodies around him.

<br><br>Pulling out his phone, Briah promptly texted his friend asking where the hell he was before shoving it into his back pocket. His gaze lifted to fall on the crowd of people that were moving closer and closer to the stage. He let them wander over the countless unidentifiable faces of the cities locals and tourists as if somehow he would be able to pick out his friend’s features in the mass of bodies. His eyes eventually found refuge on a nearby bar tent, quickly averting his mind to something suddenly a bit more important. If he couldn’t find Bryce then he would just have to endure the party until he found other people to enjoy it with. Until then, he would enjoy himself with a couple rounds of alcoholic beverages.

<br><br>Once he reached the bar, Briah plopped himself down on a portable stool and clasped his hands together on the wooden surface of the countertop. It wasn’t too busy at the tent because of them entertainment that was being offered elsewhere, but it was busy enough for the man to know that he wasn’t going to be served instantly. He let his hands slide off the bar onto his lap and pressed his toes against the ground, turning the stool so that he could have a good view of the stage while he waited. Briah leaned himself back against the bar counter and let out a heavy sigh as he watched the party unfold before him. If it was already this crazy this early on the first night, he could only imagine what later would bring.

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<p>The words of wisdom flowing from Harrison Mckinley across the table had long ago begun entering through one of Briah’s ears and out the other. The boy sat across from his accredited parent, much less interested in the conversation than the other four companions surrounding the table at the Ridani Beachfront Restaurant. He found the straw to his unfortunate nonalcoholic beverage much more entertaining as he aimlessly pushed it back and forth from one side of his glass to the other. His father and he had been the last to arrive, and Harrison had made a point to interrupt his son while ordering his drink as to avoid a situation like the previous time he’d brought him to a business encounter. The customers hadn’t been pleased when, after drinking countless glasses of wine, Briah had begun flirting with their surely underage daughter, and they had been even less pleased when she had begun to flirt back. That meeting had ended almost as quick as it had started, and Harrison had apparently felt the need to make sure it never happened again.

<br><br>It took a moment before he realized that one of the guests at the table had asked him a question. He had been introduced to these people when they’d arrived, but hadn’t made it a high priority to remember their names. Briah let his gaze flicker to the man that had spoken to him, his brows raised in question accompanied with an inquiring hum. Getting the picture, the man once again turned to Briah. ”I was simply asking what your hand in this project was going to be? Your brother was supposed to be a part of this but as your father said he is overseas helping your sister get the company on its feet over there. So will you be taking his place?”

<br><br>That was one thing Harrison would never allow his youngest son to do. Take the place of his eldest. Though Harrison wanted Briah to be involved with the company, the man dreaded all the bad publicity that would come with it. As of recent years, Harrison simply gave the impression that Briah was a part of the family business by inviting him to little get togethers like this one, but never allowing him to take part in the business aspect. Without hesitation, Briah let his gaze fall away from the man and casting it over the crowd of people at the restaurant. ”No.” It was spoken with disinterest, and Briah didn’t miss his father clearing his throat across the table and beginning another long speech about something other than his present son.

<br><br>After a few moments of crowd watching, Briah’s eyes found refuge on a fairly good looking woman not too far from where his own group sat, entering the restaurant. Legs still lazily crossed he leaned himself back in his chair, tilting his body just enough to raise his elbow to rest over the top of the back of the chair. Green eyes locked on their target and he silently implored the woman from across the room to make eye contact. He had suddenly found something much more interesting than the droning conversation occurring beside him, and his straw.

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This is Briah’s oldest, and only brother. He is the president of many of the Mckinley Estate Construction Companies around the United States, and he works closely with Harrison Mckinley. He is and always has been a businessman, and mainly their father’s favorite. Briah and he have a cold relationship because one of the main reasons Briah was so angry when he was younger was because he was so jealous of his brother’s relationship with their father. That hatred has followed them into adulthood, whether the brother reciprocates it or not. They often get into ridiculous fights that no one knows the reason behind.
<p>Personality, name and face is open. The only requirements are he grew up in Miami, his last name is Mckinley and he must be between 28-32 years old. Other than those you can ultimately do anything you want with him! If it’s really serious just run it by me please.

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<p>This is Briah’s older sister. Though Briah always annoyed her, I see her having that natural older sister instinct. She wants to protect Briah but he just won’t let her. He pushes her away over and over again. Yet whenever he feels like he can’t take anything, this is who he will call. He might not talk to her, but having his older sister beside him helps more than she could ever imagine. Briah had overdosed on countless types of pills all at once and this sister happened to be stopping by with the youngest. She literally dragged him into the bathroom and forced him to throw them all up while their younger sister called the ambulance. She is his rock and his savior, though he’s too stubborn to admit it.

<p> Personality, name and face is open. The only requirements are she grew up in Miami, her last name is Mckinley, and she must be between 25-27 years old. Other than those you can ultimately do anything you want with her! If it’s really serious just run it by me please.


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<p>This sister is basically the second favorite of their father’s, hence why she is going to be managing the few companies opening up in Europe soon. She is ambitious and always eager to please, whether it be herself or their father. Briah and she weren’t very close growing up. She spoke her mind about what he was doing with his life and she often would try to stop him from doing so. Where his older sister was more one to talk him out of doing something stupid, this sister would practically try and take him down before letting him walk out the door. I see them having a fun little playful relationship even though she thinks he is an idiot.
<P> Personality, name and face is open. The only requirements are she grew up in Miami, her last name is Mckinley and she must be between 22-23 years old. Other than those you can ultimately do anything you want with her! If it’s really serious just run it by me please.
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<s>The baby! So this sister is the baby of the bunch. Her and Briah were practically inseparable growing up. She adored her older brother, and Briah just loved the affection and attention he got from his little sister. While everyone else was out working with their father, these two were sitting at home doing whatever they damn well please! As Briah got older, the two of them never faltered. But this sister began to follow her brother’s example. She would try and hang out with the same crowd as him, and she would get into whatever he was. Briah noticed this and he began pushing her away. He no longer let her join him when he attended parties, he stopped telling her where he was going, and they began to part ways.
<p>When the overdose incident with Briah occurred, this sister was there and she witnessed it all. She called the ambulance while their oldest sister took care of Briah. This incident probably happened about a year ago, and Briah and this sister have not talked since. He has tried, but she wants nothing to do with him. The reason can be up to the player, whether it be because she doesn’t want to see him while he is basically killing himself, or she just doesn’t want to be involved because she fears falling into old habits with him. Up to you!
<P> Personality, name and face is open. The only requirements are she grew up in Miami, her last name is Mckinley and she must be between 19-21 years old. Other than those you can ultimately do anything you want with her! If it’s really serious just run it by me please.</s>

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Alright! I actually have a name for this one! Ella Washington and Briah dated for about two years, I’m thinking a year where Briah was off drugs, and the year he started them. He constantly cheated, and basically only dated her because he enjoyed the publicity it brought. There were those moments where he really felt connected to her, obviously. He could make her laugh without even trying which made him smile. They had sappy cute moments that just make you sick with jealousy. And no matter what Briah did, Ella forgave him! Until of course, Ella’s father was found out to have committed fraud and had been stealing from companies like Briah’s father for years. The Washington family lost all their wealth after paying off their debt and were dropped instantly to lower class, her father probably serving prison time. After all was said and done, Briah just couldn’t be with her anymore. She had lost her status, her home, and everything in between. So he dumped her and moved on.

<p>I don’t know if I have any plans for these two. I just think that we could have some fun past threads, and current tear worthy threads with them now, because they did have a serious connection, even though Briah never admits it. I don’t do finals, so don’t take her expecting they will end up together. I like to be surprised when my babies fall in love!

<p> Personality, name, age, history and face are open. Though I really like Shenae Grimes for her. Look up her and Josh Beech and you will see why. She had to have lived in Miami while they dated which would have been about five-four years ago, and she needs to be a Commoner.
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TWO WANTEDS IN ONE

<p>ONE: This guy is Briah's assistant. Basically Harrison McKinley pays this dude to keep Briah out of trouble, which he is actually not that good at doing because come on now...Briah does what Briah wants lol. This guy hates Briah, he thinks he is a privileged ass hole who is really annoying. But he needs the money and he gets to go to fancy places and awesome private parties.

<p>I see them having just nice moments where Briah opens up which is rare, and the guy who really doesn't give a shit at first, listens because he is paid. But after a while blah blah blah and feelings grow. You get my drift lol. If feelings don't grow, that's fine because I still think this would be an interesting plot that would be beneficial to Briah's development. He could just be an assistant that Briah hits on all the time xD

<p>I really really want Ash Stymest for this face because they are really cute. If you don’t like him, then try, but if you really don’t like him I can probably compromise. The age, name and history are open. I don’t see him being a gloomy, depressing, sad about life kinda guy. I don’t want him to be into any drugs, though he is welcome to try some out with Briah. I think if you want to make him we should just talk so I can get a feel of what you’re thinking and we can come up with something that will really work!


<p>TWO: This one should be interesting! This is Briah’s latest interest. Basically he is a hooker. No nice way to say it really. I’m thinking Briah met him when he was forced to go to a dinner party with his father and a few coworkers. They ran into this guy who happened to be with one of Harrison Mckinley’s good friends and Briah instantly picked out something very off about the guy. Basically they get caught up alone and Briah finds out what he does for a living, in the bathroom or some other hidden part of the restaurant. http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/wink.gif Or Briah just runs into him on the street one night.

<p>Usually Briah won’t bring the same escort back to his flat, but there is just something different about this guy. So he begins offering the guy ridiculous amounts of money to stay with him, and keep coming back. I see this blooming into a strange friendship/sex partnership/possible love relationship. It will all be very confusing and amazing all at once. Like I said before, I don't do finals, so please don't take him expecting them to end up together in the end. I like to be surprised when my babies fall in love!


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JH --- ”Taylor would you get the fuck out of the cameras view, we’re on in less than a minute! He looks great, now move!”
<p>BM --- A small smirk tugged at the corners of Briah’s lips as the makeup artist standing above him gave one last fluff of the brush against his forehead before smiling at him shyly and walking off the set of the extravagant interview station. His brown gaze trailed after her long legs and short skirt, before the countdown for the interview began. His attention went unwillingly back to the older, less appealing woman sitting in a matching red leather chair in front of him. The countdown ended, and the cameras were rolling.
<p>JH --- ”Good evening Miami! Josephine Hart hear with one of the five children to Harrison McKinley, owner and creator of McKinley Estate Construction. Briah, how are you doing today?”
<p>BM --- As soon as Briah was made aware that the cameras were directed toward him, a pearly white smile plastered itself on his face “I am absolutely wonderful Josephine, how are you doing?” He used the arms of the chair to push himself up before crossing an ankle over his other leg.
<p>JH --- ”Good, good. Well we are very grateful to have you here with us today! Now for those that don’t know, McKinley Estate Construction (MEC) is well known for many of the newer buildings around the big cities in the United States, and is even opening a company overseas in Europe with Briah’s younger sister, Annalise, at the head. MEC uses what is called ‘green construction’ to put together many of the architectural structures you see every day on your way to work. Your oldest brother, Harry, has actually designed vacation homes for some famous faces you may recognize behind me, hasn’t he?” Josephine motioned to the screen behind them as it lit up with a series of pictures of singers, sports icons, and recognizable celebrities.
<p>BM --- Briah let his head roll to the side as his gaze fell to the rotating pictures of the rich and famous that his brother had worked with over the past few years. ”Oh, uh, he actually got fired from working for Bret. He didn’t like any of the designs my brother had to offer.” Briah pointed at the screen and gave a small chuckle. ”I think he was bitter about Kristi Gibson and me two years ago.” He smiled deviously and bit his lip. ”Oh yeah, but those rumors weren’t true.” He nodded and glanced back at Josephine.
<p>JH --- “Either way, it is safe to say that business is booming for the McKinley family! So Briah, you must be very proud to be a part of a family of such standards. What are your plans in the family business?”
<p>BM --- The man cocked his head to the side before shaking it slowly and straightening himself up in the seat again, uncrossing his legs. ”Was I really invited to do an interview about what I had to offer the McKinley business? Come on Jo, I thought we were past that.” He smirked at her waving his hand dismissively at their previous conversation and raised his brows expectantly, before leaning back in his chair once more, his heal beginning a steady habited tap against the floor.
<p>JH --- Josephine Hart gave a nervous laugh and glanced at the camera for a moment before clasping her hands against her knee and leaning forward suddenly excited. “It’s no secret that you have been one of the talks of the town Briah. We’ve recently heard about many scandals involving your name, and we have definitely seen your face on plenty of the most popular magazines many of which contain stories that don’t paint you in the brightest lights. I guess we all just want to know what’s going on. Are the elicit rumors true? What are lies and what is really Briah McKinley?”
<p>BM --- Briah sat, soaking in the enthusiasm in her words. She was a professional interviewer and she was beginning to sound like a school girl dying to know the next big juicy secret that she could blab to all her friends. He gave her a casual shrug clapping his hands and rubbing them together. ”Well I don’t really know where to begin with that. I tend to stay away from my name in the media.” He lied, furrowing his brow and then looking at her questioningly. ”Now I’m interested, what is everyone saying about me Jo?”
<p>JH --- ”It’s Josephine, Briah. Josephine. And excuse me. Let me start over. First I’d like to touch up on the guitar playing. I know you were in a small band when you were younger with a friend from high school, correct? Where did that go? We haven’t heard anything from you.”
<p>BM --- Briah caught himself clenching and unclenching his teeth and immediately stopped, knowing that the camera would be able to catch it. ”I lost interest. I play here and there, at parties occasionally when I’m bored. Gage was more into it. He joined another band and their actually doing really well.” The man clenched his teeth once more hoping that the bitterness in his voice hadn’t shown through toward his best friend. He was supposed to be happy for him.
<p>JH --- ”Oh yes, your friend Gage, we don't hear much about him anymore? Now we do see a lot of you and Bryce Aldridge! Yes, we’ve seen a lot of you two naughty boys in the headlines!” She chuckled and waited patiently for a response.
<p>BM --- It took Briah a moment before realizing that the woman was waiting for a comment from him. He reached forward and grabbed the glass of water wishing it was some kind of vodka. ”Oh yeah, me and Bryce chill out a lot. We’ve been friends for years though so what would you expect. He still needs me to come out to the bars and clubs with him to help him talk with the ladies. Poor dude hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet.” He snickered and took a few sips of the water with no luck of possible alcohol.
<p>JH --- ”Right, well now, if you don’t mind, let’s focus on the drug use. There have been a lot of words flying around that you have gotten yourself into some hard stuff and a lot of people are concerned for your wellbeing.”
<p>BM --- ”Oh, well I’m touched. But, was there a question in there, Josephine?” He smirked at her in a way that he had intended to make her feel slightly foolish at her interviewing mistake.
<p>JH --- ”Are you on drugs Mr. McKinley?”
<p>BM --- He pursed his lips and couldn’t help but widen his smile realizing that he had struck a nerve with the woman. Briah leaned forward putting his glass back on the table, and clasped his hands neatly in his lap. ”At the moment?” He stared at her for a moment before laughing it off and shrugging, dropping back against the chair. ”I think that every person out there that the media has their eyes on is suspected of doing drugs. You go out and have a little party and all of a sudden you are a drug addict.” He shook his head and wiped at his nose subconsciously wondering if he had wiped away all the remnants good enough.
<p>JH --- ”Is that a no?”
<p>BM --- ”I never said that did I?”
<p>JH --- ”So it’s a yes then?”
<p>BM --- ”Didn’t exactly say that either.” He bit his bottom lip and raised his brows with a shrug before laughing. ”I’m twenty four. I think I can get away with some trouble before I start reaching for your age right Jo?” He chuckled and leaned forward patting her knee at the joke.
<p>JH --- Josephine gave an annoyed and hesitant laugh before deciding to change the subject. “And what of the rumors about the sex scandals. Many witnesses have come forward about seeing you leaving clubs with known escorts, and even seeing a tradeoff of money between you and your guests outside of your building. How can you explain that?”
<p>BM --- ”What’s there to explain. I meet some cool people at clubs, and I give ladies cab fare before they head home.” He gave an expression that stated his answer had been obvious and scoffed. ”I get accused of paying for sex because I was raised a gentleman and don’t make a lady pay for her own cab? Seems pretty unfair if you ask me.”
<p>JH --- Josephine gave a knowing smile before grabbing her notebook off the table and looking down at it for a moment. “Well it says here that women aren’t the only people seen going in and out of your flat. No judgment here but there are a lot of girls that fancy you who would like to know whether it is a lost cause or not.” The interviewer smiled as if she had just laid out his dirty laundry for the entire world to see.
<p>BM --- Briah sucked in the corner of his bottom lip and began a nervous gnawing not because of the question, but because he was getting antsy. ”Well like you said before there are also women that come in and out of my flat so no, I suppose I’m not a lost cause for the girls out there.” He glanced back at the camera giving a shy smirk and a breathy chuckle he knew would throw those specific girls on a rampage at home, before turning back to Josephine. ”Besides Jo, if you wanted me to ask you to come to my place you could have done it earlier. And I’m sorry kitten, but your just not my type.” He stretched out his lips and gave an apologetic expression before grabbing a hold of the glass of water in front of him and taking a sip.
<p>JH --- Her face had fallen and turned a bright shade of red and she just stared at the arrogant man sitting in front of her. Josephine’s teeth clenched and her fists balled up only for a moment before relaxing back into the interview. “Is the reason you and Ella Washington broke up because of your drugs or your solicitation with prostitutes?” She stared at him her eyes burning into his with a hatred. She was definitely about to lose it right here on stage.
<p>BM --- His eyes widened in surprise at her blunt words. Instead of reacting to them surely the way she wanted him to, he relaxed back into his chair, crossed his legs, and placed his fingertips together in a triangle, his elbows resting on the armrests. His leg began to bounce but he stopped it immediately. ”Ella and I split up because we both felt that it would be better that way. Also her father and mine had been close business partners and even friends. It was a bit of a betrayal when we discovered her father’s unfortunate situation. We all decided as a family to cut ties with the Washington’s. Plus she wasn’t really good for me anyway.” He scrunched up his nose and chuckled.
<p>JH --- After realizing she wasn’t getting anything she wanted out of him, Josephine slowly placed her notebook back on the table between them and crossed her arms over her chest, cocking her head at the young boy across from her. ”Eleven known arrests, one for driving under the influence of alcohol, three for public outbursts and violence, two for vandalism of public property, one for indecent exposure, two for public intoxication of illegal substances, and much, much more. Almost all of which you resisted arrest and caused a scene. You have been admitted into rehab three times over the past six years all of which have obviously not worked. Two people came forward informing our magazine writers that you have indeed paid them for sexual acts. Please answer me this, why have you not been admitted into an asylum, prison, or your death bed?” Josephine took a deep breath and stared at Briah expectantly.
<p>BM --- The drugs were unfortunately wearing off, and Briah’s heart rate began to level out. His breathing slowed and his confidence was slowly dwindling. His hands balled up into a fist only to release over and over again on top of the arm rest. He needed out, and he needed more. He was done listening to this bitch babble on about shit everyone knew was true. He could answer the questions, say it flatly that he wasn’t in trouble because his father bailed him out every single time he got into trouble. But people knew that, they didn’t want to hear that. They wanted it to be a miracle that he was able to get away with this. They wanted to know that because he was Briah McKinley he could do whatever the hell he wanted because that was true. His lips pulled back and he gave Josephine Hart a genuine grin. ”It pays to be lucky Jo.” With grin still on his lips, he stood and took the stairs two at a time down the stage. Tearing off the microphone he threw it at one of the workers on the set and headed for the door giving Taylor the makeup artist a wink before leaving the building.


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