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Heartbreak Hotel



INTRODUCTION



Heartbreak Hotel is Clifton Forge's answer to Big Brother, Love Island, and whatever other trashy Reality T.V. you currently crave, and promises to be scandalous and drama-filled! With the first round as internet voting on favoured contestants, your eight Housemates have finally been chosen, and the show is underway. Stay tuned! Not for the faint of heart!


You will have to go over to our Discord episode channel to peep anything primetime media might censor/omit. To see older episodes, check the link at the bottom of the page!



EPISODE FIVE



The episode opens with [Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22], seated in the confession room.


“Hello there, fancy running into you again,” she jokes, her smile soft and playful. Holding up her camera she sighs and shakes her head. “Would you believe I have left this packed safely away the whole week!”


--Cut-- to footage of Harper drifting around the hotel, photographing the environment. Moving to a cluster of trees that occupy the hotel’s green space, she zooms in on a branch with some nice shadowing and snaps a few pics. Harper in voiceover: “I have spent the last six months hiding behind this camera. Hardly speaking to others, avoiding just about everything because no one talks to the photographer.”


Nearby, [Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] is draped over the back of a carousel horse, fidgeting with a bracelet she is wearing. The woman appears subdued, muted. When she smiles, her expression is placid. "Oh, hey Harper.”


Harper moves to join her at the unicorn. She lifts her camera to her eye, focusing on Leera and snapping a pic. “Do you mind?”


Harper in voiceover: ”Do you know what I would be doing right this second if at home? Nothing. Maybe I would be taking pictures of someone, more people living and thriving in a world I detached myself from.”


Leera grins back at her. "No not at all, go for it lovey." Draped across the unicorn she attempts to strike a pose. "’Paint me like your French girls’, I think is the quote that comes to mind?"


Harper snorts, then seems to disappear into her work. Moving in closer, she gently places her fingers to lift Leera’s chin, then repositioned a limb for better framing. “How are you feeling today?” She asks.


"Soooo much better.” Leera stretches her vowels for emphasis, weathering Harper’s grooming easily. “The meds are definitely helping.”


Harper in voiceover: “I want to be a part of that. I want to be WITH them. Somemore than others.”


--Cut-- to footage of [Gabriel, Exotic Dancer, 21] standing in the kitchen. He’s eating a sandwich, while [Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22] and [Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] fix more nearby.


“You do seem like the domestic type,” Gabriel observes. “Cooking, scrubbing... Why don't I take you over my knee? Turn your butt as red as those tomatoes?"


Harper turns to face him, her face flushed red. "I have never been spanked before... would you go gentle for the first time, at least?" She asks.


Not missing a beat, Gabe leaned in and then leans in. "I might, if you were a good girl for me," he coos.


"I could get a wooden spoon?" Harper seems to hesitate, popping a chunk of tomato into her mouth before responding. "I’m always good."


[John ‘Tripod’ North, Lumberjack, 29] walked into the room, damp from a shower and adjusting the buckle on his jeans.


“Hello everyone, just came in to get myself something to eat.” He pauses to grope Leera from behind on his way by. “Just gonna try and squeeze by here, don’t mind me,” he said, both hands resting on the DJ’s breasts.


“Is someone doing butt stuff?” Gabe laughs. "Harper's agreed to a little date with me, nothing special."


"Well I am going to take my food, eat it in Jack's bed and blame it on someone else. You all have a great night!" Food in hand, he turned and marched right back out of the room leaving a fuming Leera in his wake.


“Okay I don’t care,” Leera snaps. “Money, show or not. If you don’t really like me, don't know me I ain't groping, molesting, fucking anyone.”


Harper turns to face her, mouth hanging open.


The young DJ continues on her tirade. “No more of this nonsense willy nilly. Cause I am not meat and neither are any of you." She turned to storm out of the room.


"Woah!" Gabe exclaims, shocked by Leera’s outburst. "Girl, you need to get some better men in your life," he tsks, slapping a pair of spoons lightly against his open palm. “Anyways. Harper?”


The two are seen walking out of the kitchen and off screen. The camera remains fixed on the vacant space, and eventually viewers hear the sound of a wooden spoon connecting with something plush in the neighbouring room. Each soft ‘thwack’ is accompanied by a mousey squeak.



"Paint me like one of your French Girls."



Now the camera follows behind [Baby Aesir, Security Consultant, 21] as she walks in on [Gabriel, Exotic Dancer, 21] fiddling around behind the DJ booth. "You really want something else to break so we’ll be stuck with some other stupid inconvenience for days?" The heavily pregnant woman is obviously irritated.


"Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine and daisies today?" Gabe offers in greeting, looking up over the edge of the DJ booth with both eyebrows raised. "Despite the risk, I'm not dancing without music.”


[Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] perks up from nearby, a glazed look in her eye. That medication seems to be treating her well. “Hey there,” she blinks several times. “Sorry, spaced out. Everything okay?”


Baby stares Gabe down. "I know right, it's almost like I have an emotional range past trying to make everyone else happy." Turning to Leera, she ventures to explain. "Something will go wrong, he doesn't need to dance, or he can sing instead at least that won't break." "I do need to dance, actually. It's what I do for work so I need to keep in practice.”


Gabe prickles now, and as he continues his tone turns dismissive. “If you're not a fan, you can go elsewhere. SUNNY! Play You Spin Me Right Round and repeat five times!"


There is a pregnant pause before the AI responded. "Okay. Here's your music."


The song started playing and he heads or the stage.


[Jack Philips, Psychic Guru, 25] chooses this moment to speak up. "Guys? We are all friends and neighbors; we should drink too much. Except Baby. She's the bartender." He smiles a little. "Baby, what has you angry?"


Baby moves behind the bar. "Sure I have to be good at something don't I? Besides being ratchet." Baby says to Jack pointedly.


--Cut-- to Baby sitting in the Confession room across from a perfectly manicured Skye. The Influencer is dressed head to toe in her trademark pink attire. “It seems that one of the housemates believes that you are perfect for the show,” she offered. “Even going so far to call your behaviour 'ratchet ghetto'. How do you think you are perceived here so far?"


Baby tilts her head and frowns. "Ratchet Ghetto? I thought I was liked and well received, but maybe that is hoping for too much."


"He also mentioned you'd be what we'd have if Snookie and Jackass had a baby." She lets the words linger and sink in. "It's even more surprising, when you tell me that you know Jack very well. Why do you think he'd say that about you?"


​



--Cut-- to Jack’s initial confession video.


“She is miss Nine Months Pregnant and Throwing Down On A Reality Show.” He offers a sound bite impression, “Cache me outsie, how bout dat?” He drops the urban patois, “Remember that fat kid in Deadpool Two? For some reason, she reminded me of him.”


He slipps into another impression, jutting his stomach out and rolling it about “GAHT DAMN, It’s good to be a gangster.”


--Cut-- back to Baby’s interview. The camera zooms in on her face so the audience can read every detail of her emotions. She sits back and crosses her arms over her bump, completely silent.


--Cut-- back to the bar, where Baby is furiously mixing a martini. "You're just trying to start fights, Baby,” Gabe calls over to her from the pole where he is working his quads. “Stop being paranoid. No one's out to get you."


Jack smiles at Baby as though the whole situation is amusing to him. "Of course I said it, you were spoiling for a fight 10 months pregnant.”



The scene changes. Now, many of the Heartbreakers are gathered around a heap of snacks in the Hotel’s living room. [


Gabriel, Exotic Dancer, 21] pours himself a drink, grinning brightly. “We playing something tonight?”


[Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22] is seated on a cushion next to him. “Yeah, I just thought it would be a nice lil thing for us to hang out.”


Gabe nodded and takes a sip of his cocktail. “I know some good drinking games we could play. Ooh, have you guys ever played Never Have I Ever?"


[Baby Aesir, Security Consultant, 21] chimes in. “Why do I feel that involves more alcohol than I am allowed to consume? How do we play?”


"There's alcohol if you want it, yeah, but I'll add rules so you can avoid it too,” Gabe reassures her. “Anyhow! Never Have I Ever. You get ten points to start." To demonstrate, he holds up both hands with fingers out. "We go in a circle and each person says something they've never done. If you've done that thing, you lose a point. When you get to zero points, you can regain them by doing a dare. Five points for easy ones, ten for hard ones. Oh, and if no one has done a thing, the person who said it loses a point." "Anyways, I'll start. Never have I ever... had a vagina!"


The girls groan, each lowering a finger. On her turn, Harper strikes back with “never have I ever been in love.”


Gabriel looks seriously thoughtful for a moment, then shakes his head. Ten fingers remained up. "Not yet. Never say never though."


Here the game starts jumping around. Baby takes a turn, proclaiming “never have I ever kissed a redhead.”


Everyone in the circle around her lowers a finger, and some choice stares are cast in Percy’s direction.


“Wait, have you all kissed Percy,” she asks, incredulous.


--Clips of Percy locking lips with each of the other Heartbreakers roll in quick succession, concluding with a shot of Arcadia walking in on Gabe and Percy engaged in intimate activities. All the best parts are blurred out.--


“He’s very kissable,” Gabe explains. The time stamp jumps forward thirty minutes and Baby lowers her last finger.


“Well ,” she exclaims. “I guess I need a really hard dare, then.”


Percy shrugs. “Since it was Leera’s question, should she get to pick the dare?”


[Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] takes to the task enthusiastically. “Okay well, Baby’s not kissed Percy and uhhhhh…. Well, she needs to get a deep kiss and good grope in.”


Harper makes a strangled sound that threatened a curse, looking between both of the other Heartbreakers with wide eyes.


Baby just smiles and shakes her head. "Percy, do you agree to let me kiss you?"


"That's one hell of a way to break the ice. Sure, why not." Gabriel claps his hands together, rubbing them and leaning in with interest. "Alright, I'm game to watch this. Baby, you gonna do it? Make out with one of the hottest guys in the hotel?"


Baby turns to Percy, licking her lips suggestively. “My very first redhead. Are you ready?”


"You seem like a force to reckon with. I doubt anyone is ever really ready for you. But, yes, as I'll ever be."


The two connect in an amorous display of affection, eliciting very different responses from the other attendees. Leera hides her face and flushes, Harper fidgets with her drink, trying to look anywhere else and Gabe, waiting until both are well into their activities, leans forward to shatter the moment. "I bet Baby's really enjoying the taste of my dick in there.”


The couple dissolves into giggles and separates, but Harper looks as though she’d been struck. “What?” She whispers, her gaze flicking between each of them in turn. The crowd disperses, but she lingers. The camera zooms in, focusing on her face as she finally tiptoes out of the room towards the pool.



"Live in your Heartbreak, play in ours."​



Episode STills





[Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22] confesses to the camera



"Paint me like one of your French Girls"



Slippery Pole



Kiss and Tell



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