Thread: Monsters ||| Cloverfield role-play [randomname98766789 x Izzy325]

New York City is known around the world for various reasons. All of the glitz, glam, creativity, and passion. New York was home to old money. The blue bloods who had no care in the world. Where money literally grew from nothing because everyone had millions sitting in bank accounts. Where the rich, spoiled, and famous gathered to party, dance, gossip and drink. This was the life of a particular yuppie named Casey Forbes . His town car passed by all of the young New Yorkers as they hurried down the city blocks in search of their friends to party the night away. Seated next to him was his sister Caroline Forbes. Casey.....are you still thinking about him? You have to stop torturing yourself. I know you loved him but Mom and Dad would have never accepted him into our lives. You know that. The young beautiful girl reached out and gently grabbed his hand in a small show of support. The past few months had been incredibly difficult on Casey. His entire family pressured him when it came to his love life. Luke was the most amazing man Casey had ever come in contact with. He was handsome and charming without seeming fake or overly involved. He made Casey feel loved and protected. He remembered one night a drunk was on his way home from the bar. It was about three am and the pair had just left a club and were headed home. The man who was obviously drunk approached them screaming obscenities and slurs. Luke pushed Casey behind him ready to protect him but the man dropped against a brick wall before collapsing in drunk heap. Casey grabbed onto Luke's arm pulling him away. He could feel the man shaking as he stood there just staring. In that moment Casey knew Luke would be there for him no matter what. As the city passed by with a blur Casey couldn't help but feel an immense amount of guilt over hat happened over the past couple of weeks. He knew he should have stood up for him...Luke had done it for him plenty of times. The problem is that Casey could never stand up to his family. They had expectations and he never dared stray form what they wanted. That is until Casey and Luke crossed paths. His whole world was turned upside down by that man. The town car pulled up beside an older apartment building as the driver finally pulled Casey from his thoughts. We are here Sir...Shall I pick you up around two am? He asked as Caroline nodded her head. He's in there you know...Kayla invited us but he's in there. Caroline just pulled Casey along as they headed up to the third story walk up. The party was already in full swing as people stumbled in and out of the party drunk and without a care in the world. --------- The Louisiana air blow through the open window as Michelle Swan readied herself for her anniversary date with her long time boyfriend and soon to be husband Dean. She could hear the TV playing down the hall as he waited for her to finish getting ready. Tonight was special to her for many reasons. With their work schedules and Dean's football schedule it was tough for them to see each other. Michelle hated when they barely saw each other during the week. Seeing his face, feeling his arms around her, and just laying in bed together made her feel as if they could conquer the world. As if nothing could harm her if Dean was around. Not that he would let that happen. Throughout the entire relationship Michelle has relied on Dean. He took care of her like no one else in her life. Growing up she didn't have much and Dean took care of her. He supported her with anything she wanted in life. Michelle followed Dean to LSU studying photography and Art. Michelle loved the creative process and how each photography captured a moment in history, it told a story about who was there, what happened to them, and what they were feeling. She loved spending her college experience with him. They grew so much together during those four years. She loved him for everything that he had given her. His time, patience, love, and understanding. Once the pair left college Michelle realized how how it was to make it into the Art scene in New Orleans. For a year she could find no work, or even just a place to showcase her work. But Dean stuck through it with her. He supported her finically, emotional, and psychologically. Without Dean Michelle wouldn't know where she would be in life. Michelle placed the finally touches on her make up and hair. For their seventh year anniversary dinner Michelle decided to wear a beautiful white dress with her hair done up in a causal style. The sot curls cascaded down her back cupping her angelic face. Her dark hair shimmered under the light as she walked out to let Dean know she was ready. Babe I'm ready. She stated as she grabbed her matching clutch making sure her lip gloss was in there as was her wallet, cellphone, and house keys.