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Dec 01, 2014 09:28PM
"DiiCarl is some random guy whi decided he was the prince if idiocy."
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Eva cracked a smile-"So tweeting that!"
G2G 4 real
G2G 4 real
Eva smiked as she finished her tweet. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, looking at her toes,"When I said purple, I meant like eggplant- lilac is so a spring color!
Spring winced. "I think it looks decent." Cordelia remarked. "But then again, I think you like fabulous better then decent."
Evangeline furioisly grabbed the nail polish remover and scrubbed at her toes with a cotton ball vicously.
Luciana strode into the courtyard of the resort. she was dressed against the cold in knee high leather boots and a black peacoat with a gray scarf. She stood against a solemn yet grand tree and waited.
Madame Greshire had already entered the building. She was in the lobby, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.
Vivvie walked toward the hotel. She stopped when she saw Luciana. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Vivvie was wearing a bright red dress and had brown contact lenses in. Her hair was still blonde, but done up in a ponytail.


Vivvie saw Mei. "WHY ARE YOU BOTH HERE?!" she hissed.
Vivvie glared at her. "I thought you weren't coming! You can't kill my mother!"
Vivvie's eyes widened as she turned to Luciana. "You. Can't. Kill. My. Mother."
Madame Greshire sat in the lobby, quietly watching the three girls and smiling to herself.
((She has her ways, so yeah.))
Lucoana strode up to Madame Greshire.
Luciana extended her hand politely to Madame Greshire. Her tone was light, yet something darker was underneath. "Hello Madame Greshire."
(What's Analeese's real name?)
Luciana had sent a text to Mei. "To kill or not kill, that is the question. ;)" It read.

Luciana checked the message. "Madame Greshire, it's so nice to meet you- I've heard all about you. Shall go inside for some tea?"
"Hello. Are you a friend of Vivvianna's?" Madame Greshire asked. She was just playing dumb, she knew about this girl. Vivvie winced. She would only come in if Luciana tried to kill her mom.
Luciana smiled slyly. "I'm sure you know that Madame Greshire. "
((Does she know her by her al ias diana Rothschild? And what's your real name Analeese? Just curious!)
((Does she know her by her al ias diana Rothschild? And what's your real name Analeese? Just curious!)
Luciana examined Madame Greshire's facial expressions.
((Amanda! And she doesn't know who Luciana is, just that she's a murderess.))
Madame Greshire laughed. "I'm afraid you overestimate me, dear."
Madame Greshire laughed. "I'm afraid you overestimate me, dear."
(Ah okie)
"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Diana Rothschild of London."
"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Diana Rothschild of London."
"Nice to meet you. And you already seem to know my name. I've heard about some murders happening here, rumors that Vivvianna is a serial killer?" Madame Greshire asked, raising her eyebrows.
Luciana acted surprise. "Oh my goodness, Vivie is SUCH a darling, I hope not!" Luciana gave her a cold, high laugh.
(this group=PLL, but more elite sort of, y'know?)
(this group=PLL, but more elite sort of, y'know?)
((What does PLL stand for?))
"I agree! She's always been so sweet, I'm so shocked! Would you like to come into my hotel room and sit down?" Madame Greshire asked.
"I agree! She's always been so sweet, I'm so shocked! Would you like to come into my hotel room and sit down?" Madame Greshire asked.
(Pretty Little Liars. The show is pretty bad, but the fashion is mostly on fleek.)
Luciana smiled. "Thank you for the generous offer- I'd love to!" She simpered.
((Oh, I've never seen it. Vanderbilt Academy could be a reality show, lol.))
"What is she doing?!?!" Vivvie hissed, pulling her own hair.
"What is she doing?!?!" Vivvie hissed, pulling her own hair.
"Come with me." Madame Greshire said, leading Luciana to her room.
(I know! Or a really juicy chick lit book)
Luciana followed Madame Greshire, about two paces behind. She glanced at her nails, painted with poisonous polish.
