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[CAITLYN MARIE POTTS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] CAITLYN Potts had well and truly caught the Christmas spirit. For a week now, her poor friends and the residents of the hotel had been subject to just about twenty-four hour Christmas songs. It wasn’t all that bad though, since she had evened it out by also supplying them with a constant supply in baked goods, in her search for the perfect Christmas treats. After all, she couldn’t exactly let her Christmas eve and Christmas day menu be full of things she hadn’t tried. The mains were fine, she was using her mother’s recipes. For the deserts though and other little touches, she wanted to make sure she’d get things right on the day. This Christmas was going to be perfect. THIS year, she had taken it upon herself to become the Christmas fairy, and plan three days of festivities. Yes, she was going to stretch her Christmas from Christmas eve right through till boxing day. It was important. Or at least, Caitly thought it was important. Many of them were worlds away from their families. ‘Them’ being the assortment of people Caitlyn lived and worked with at the hotel, that had become her family. She wasn’t going to let distance from flesh and blood families upset her friends though. No. Miss Potts had a plan. A plan to bring together everyone’s childhood delights into one Christmas. It was a tall task, but she was up to it. WELL, at least she could cross one childhood Christmas wish from her list. Snow. The city was covered in a light blanket of white powder. With more promised in the coming weeks right up until Christmas. The smell of snow.. It was Christmas to Caitlyn. So it really didn’t bother her too much venturing out in the white wonderland. While most normal people were hurrying to their next destination, CP was taking her time. Breathing in the scent of ginger-bread from the nearby bakery—and was that pine needles she could smell? She felt a smile tug on her lips as she added ‘real live tree’ to her mental list. AS much as she was trying to prologue her time outside, one could only walk so slowly and Caitlyn soon found herself approaching the toy store. No, she wasn’t buying for children. Caitlyn Potts had every intention of buying her fully grown, adult friends, toys for Christmas. Not just any old thing though. Something that would remind them of growing up. Something that would make them smile. Something that was unique to each of them. This was a lot harder than it seemed to be. She had been subtly trying to draw things out of her friends ever since the idea had struck her. Some though, were harder than others. SHE was sure that in the end she’d work something out for everyone, it was Christmas after all- the time of magic and miracles. She knew them all very well, and even if she couldn’t work out a childhood toy that would please everyone, she’d find a toy that suited them in their adult lives. The easiest, she felt, was Babette. She knew the blonde very well, and she had also been very fourth coming with her childhood Christmas memories. Yes, Babette first, she decided as she entered the store, veering upstairs to the female toys. C O U N T, 554 N O T E S, I adore christmas... O U T F I T, we need a little christmas

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[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* is this just fantasy ,

Dimitri was already late. Jumping out of his bed he stared at the alarm clock. “Damn thing,” he muttered as he wacked it a few time. Yep, it was definitely broken. He was twenty minutes late. That should not be too much of a problem but he had a major hangover from the night before. Turning his head he noticed another figure in the bed beside him. Rubbing his eyes he looked again. She was still there. Frowning he decided against waking her up. “I’m so screwed,” he mumbled as he ran to the closet. Opening the doors he looked at the mess. His clothes were lying in heaps everywhere. On the door were various pictures of the one girl, Anya. Shaking his head he forced her out of his mind but that just made his cracking headache even worse. Scowling, he reached inside and grabbed the first things that he got purchase on. He pulled out a pair of black trousers, a plain white t-shirt and a grey hoodie. Shrugging he pulled them on.

Looking back at the figure on his bed he wondered how exactly he should deal with her. He could not even remember her name so it was best to avoid her. So, being Dimitri he decided just to slip away and hope that she was gone by the time he got back. Running to the front door of the little apartment he grabbed his checked converses and slipped them on. Grabbing his phone from the little basket beside the door he slipped it into his pocket and grabbed his guitar. Slinging his guitar case over his shoulder he let it hang on his back. He was so going to be late. His hands flew into his pockets as he checked for his keys and some picks. They were both there.

Running out the door he took the stairs two at a time and rushed out the front door of the apartment building. He had to remember to get a car. Running along the road he jumped into a taxi. “Reitherman District, Flaversham’s Toy Store. As fast as you can please,” he muttered in a hurry. The driver just gave him a look of annoyance and pulled out onto the road. Dimitri kept his guitar hugged close to him, as if protecting it from some unseen force that could pull it away and shatter it at any moment. He was just a little bit overprotective of his guitar and he would not let anyone he didn’t trust one hundred per cent near it. In just a few short minutes the cab pulled up outside the toy store and Dimitri shoved the man the money and ran out the door.

Entering the toy store he made his way up to his usual place, just near the female toy section. His mic was set up and he was met by a very angry store owner. “Sorry,”

[/b]Dimitri murmured. “I got a little caught up.” The store owner just scowled at him and walked away. Shaking his head, the young man grabbed his guitar out of the case and moved towards one of the amps. He picked up a chord and plugged it into the guitar, then checked to see if the sound was working sufficiently. When he decided it was he moved back to the microphone and checked that it was one. Nodding his head in a satisfied way he reminded himself that he was being paid for this. Despite his killer hangover the show simply had to go one. And so he started to pluck out the familiar chords and sing, starting off with Santa Claus Is Coming to Town. He hardly had to concentrate on the song really. He had been doing this for a week and a half already, the same set list of songs. They were like second nature now. But that did not mean that he couldn’t hate them.[/blockquote]

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T A G caitlyn potts
C L O T H E S click
L Y R I C S bohemian rhapsody by queen
N O T E S poor kid. he's so messed up right now}
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[CAITLYN MARIE POTTS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] Brushing hair from her face, Cait made her way through the barbies towards some of the more classic toys. Babette was a classic sort of girl. Besides, Cait already had an ideas of what she wanted to get her best friend. When she was a little girl, Babette had a beautiful doll’s house. It had meant so much to her, but one day in an unfortunate accident, something heavy had fallen on the dolls house and it had smashed. The blonde had described the house enough to Caity that she was sure she could find one that looked at least similar. The young woman stepped past a row of porcelain dolls, and moved in on the four doll’s houses that were on display. She knew Babs’ doll house had been Edwardian. So that was what she was looking for. If she could at least get something from the right era, that would be a start. Biting her lip, Cait inspected the houses. While they were all rather pretty in their own right, none of them were just right. And for this whole thing to work it had to be perfect. Cait bit her lip. She was thinking maybe a toy store wasn’t going to be the place to get the doll’s house? Hm. In fact, she’d probably need to go to some sort of hobby store with a better collection. She wasn’t sure where anything like that was in Fantasia, though. She’d probably have to look it up. Maybe she could get one specially made? Caitlyn tilted her head to the side, considering all her options for her best friend’s present. She would have to figure something out, though perhaps getting one special ordered wasn’t the best option, as it wasn’t like she had a ton of money just to throw around. It was Christmas though, and a Christmas miracle was bound to happen. While she was at the toy store though, she may as well try to work out what she was going to do for the other people in her life. Only, she wasn’t really sure where to start. Biting her lip, the woman turned to leave the section in search of other ideas, when music caught her attention. Caitlyn stopped in her tracks, grinning. Gosh how she loved Christmas carols. Moving towards the sound of the music, Cait was a little surprised to see that she knew the man who was singing. Grinning, She leant against the nearest shelf to watch the performance. Humming along with his song. Her shopping could wait.. C O U N T, 425 N O T E S, cp will straighten him out.. O U T F I T, we need a little christmas

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[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* one song to leave behind ,

The Christmas songs continued to ring out throughout the large toy store. They were starting to bore the poor boy to death. He had been singing them for weeks and now was just starting to get sick of them. He tried to remain happy for all those little children who were watching him as he really did not feel like making anyone else feel as wretched as he was feeling at that moment. Many of the younger children had started doing little dances in front of the small stage the band was on. Dimitri somehow managed a small smile as he watched them, whilst strumming out chords and singing the tune to the very well-known Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. The children did the echoes for him, many of them erupting in fits of laughter as they did. It reminded him of his own childhood, running through the endless halls of the hotel with his best friend Anya. And then his teenage years, endless house in a court room being asked to choose between his parents. And then finally all that time spent in juvenile detention when he finally decided he needed out of that damn country.

Looking up past the crowds he spotted a face that he recognised. It was one of the workers at a hotel he had stayed at when he had first arrived at Fantasia. She had been rather kind to him, helping him out with all his problems. But she really couldn’t help that much. He was too messed up for anyone to help. Regardless of that, it was nice that she had been there for him. Caitlyn was her name, Caitlyn Potts. She had been a sweet thing, somehow finding room in her busy schedule to have meaningless talks with him. He wondered if she even still remembered him but as he noticed her watching he assumed she must remember. It was strange, seeing her there. She did not have any children so what was she doing in the toy store? Perhaps she was buying something interesting for one of her other friends. That was when he remembered he had not done any Christmas shopping at all. He had really boycotted the idea of celebration as there was nothing really to celebrate in his opinion.

The last chord was struck and the band silenced. He turned around and the drummer nodded at him. He looked down at his watch and realised it was already time for his break. He would have around twenty minutes. It was the perfect amount of time to grab a coffee. Turning to the bassist again he grinned and rubbed his temple. “Coffee if you could, as strong as possible.” The bassist just laughed, took the drummer’s drink order and ran off. Turning back around, Dimitri stepped off the small stage and manoeuvred his way through the crowd of tiny children.

The dark haired man made his way over to where Caitlyn was standing and a smile played across his face. Nearing her he raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, what brings you here?” he asked cheerfully though his headache had come back with a vengeance. “Long time no see. How’ve you been?” Dimitri grinned at her, taking in her features. She did not seem any older, it seemed as though age was not taking its toll on her. Though she couldn’t be that old. He had always envisioned her as the mother figure but in truth she was only a little older than him. He wondered if she had remembered anything about what he had vented to her when he had stayed at the hotel. He remembered mentioning the messy divorce, and his time in juvy, and also about Anya but he could not remember if he had told her anything else. If she knew what he had been getting up to lately she would be terribly angry but it was not like she was his mother or anything. He could do whatever he wanted to. It was just, Caitlyn was usually right anyway.

_{W O R D S 675
T A G caitlyn potts
C L O T H E S click
L Y R I C S one song glory from rent
N O T E S that's good. he needs it}

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[CAITLYN MARIE POTTS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] The music was a good distraction to be honest. The young woman knew she had quite a few gifts to look for, but she was at a loss for the moment. The only person she had an idea for was Babs, and now that was at least somewhat sorted, Caitlyn needed to take a moment (or ten) to decide where to go next. She knew the best ideas would come to her while she was looking at things, but she needed some sort of strategy, or she could be walking around the city blindly until Christmas eve without a gift for anyone. Which would kind of ruin the whole idea of giving her friends their own fairy-tale Christmas. So it was good for her to stop for a while and listen to the carols while she collected her thoughts. It was also helping to put her in a rather christmasy mood. Smiling, the young woman moved her eyes away from the band, to the children dancing around by the stage. Caity had always been a rather clucky young woman, getting warm and fuzzy feelings at the site of small children and now was no different. Smiling softly, the woman watched the small collection of tiny tots enjoying the carols. Especially at this time of the year, Caitlyn Potts was reminded of how much she’d just adore a little baby. However, she had to smirk at the thought. She knew her boyfriend would be unimpressed if she told him she was pregnant. That was just one of their many differences. Then, they always said opposites attracted. They just forgot to mention that with that, came endless disagreements. They neglected to tell you that at times, it was completely impossible to even decide where to go for dinner. Somehow, she had no idea how, they made it work. The break in the music pulled Cait from her thoughts. Looking up from the children, she let her eyes focus back on the musician. A smirk tugged at the young woman’s lips. He looked completely exhausted. The young woman wasn’t silly, at a guess she’d have said he’d had a big night last night. However, she wasn’t game enough to guess how often he had such big nights. The smirk faded into a smile as the boy headed towards her. Caitlyn straightened up, offering him a small wave as he made his way. She hadn’t seen Dimitri in such a long time. It was honestly a pleasant surprise. The two had spent a lot of time together when he had first moved to Fantasia. Caitlyn had felt a need to look after him from the start, which only grew the more she learnt about him. He’d been through a lot, and Cait felt he deserved a break. Once he was close enough, Cait opened her arms to hug the young man. She hugged all her friends so it was nothing new, but especially after such a long time since they last spoke. “Hey you!” she greeted, grin firmly on her features as she pulled him into a hug. “How are you? I’d almost forgotten what you looked like mister, what have you been up to?” After hugging him for a few moments, she let him go. “Let me look at you.” She held him at arms length, tutting slightly. “Far too skinny. We need to fatten you up.” C O U N T, 564 N O T E S, poor kid <3 O U T F I T, we need a little christmas

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