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It's 2003, Halloween night. The spoiled young elite of LA is celebrating the holiday around a thematic smokey red pool, hidden deep in the Beverly Hills. The pool is in the backyard of a huge mansion, property of the soon-to-be senator of California. The latter is trying to work out the stress of witnessing his firstborn son volunteering in the newly started invasion of Iraq by participating in a snobby polo tournament, somewhere in Europe with his wife. Even though distraught, he knew volunteering was great PR. Today is also the twenty-first birthday of his second born, Braydon Sloan, and feeling the guilt of probable neglect, the soon-to-be senator wanted to appease his boy with <span class="mu-i">carte blanche</span> on all expenses while he was away.
Braydon isn't a jock, isn't a nerd, isn't particularly smart, isn't exactly stupid. His only feature that made him stand out is his beautiful facial features and impeccable Hollywood smile. That and his father's status made him a very appealing target for people with predisposition of being suckups, bootlickers and sycophants. Braydon knew somewhere in the back of his mind that his jokes shouldn't garner that much laughter, his style - that many compliments, his every request - getting 'yes', yet he liked the attention. He never received any when his big brother was around and he hated him for it, but now knowing that he is bathing in the black soot of burning oil wells who-knows-where he missed him very much.
The sun set three hours ago, the party around the smokey red pool grows larger by the minute with many youths dancing around, all covered in ironic scary attire, post-ironic lewd garments, outfits that tackle societal messages in a post-post-ironic way.
Midnight passes and a dressed up figure makes her way though the crowd.
>cenobite Sailor Moon (the real deal)
>gothic Sailor Moon (isn't depressed, just has that look)
>druggie Sailor Moon (is depressed and has that look)
<span class="mu-i">Type of writing:</span>
>lighthearted and comedic
>dark and mature
>mix of both
Braydon isn't a jock, isn't a nerd, isn't particularly smart, isn't exactly stupid. His only feature that made him stand out is his beautiful facial features and impeccable Hollywood smile. That and his father's status made him a very appealing target for people with predisposition of being suckups, bootlickers and sycophants. Braydon knew somewhere in the back of his mind that his jokes shouldn't garner that much laughter, his style - that many compliments, his every request - getting 'yes', yet he liked the attention. He never received any when his big brother was around and he hated him for it, but now knowing that he is bathing in the black soot of burning oil wells who-knows-where he missed him very much.
The sun set three hours ago, the party around the smokey red pool grows larger by the minute with many youths dancing around, all covered in ironic scary attire, post-ironic lewd garments, outfits that tackle societal messages in a post-post-ironic way.
Midnight passes and a dressed up figure makes her way though the crowd.
>cenobite Sailor Moon (the real deal)
>gothic Sailor Moon (isn't depressed, just has that look)
>druggie Sailor Moon (is depressed and has that look)
<span class="mu-i">Type of writing:</span>
>lighthearted and comedic
>dark and mature
>mix of both
