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Jan 04, 2015 08:59PM
"She's not precious to me. And yeah, she was being pretty polite to you. Normally she's a total b**ch." Vivvie rolled her eyes. "All 'I suppose this' and 'I suppose that'."
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Luciana looked around at the lobby. "I know that. She's an odd woman."
"She thinks she's fancy or something. But she is planning something. I can tell." Vivvie frowned. "I'm just not sure what." Madame Greshire stared down at them through her window.
Luciana nodded. "She mosy certainly is." She plucked a tracking device from the inside of her pocket and crushed it underneath her heel. "Shall we retreat to somewhere where we can discuss the matters at hand in private?"
"Yeah. Your lair?" Vivvie asked. "I don't know where Louisa went."
"Perhaps, but I feel hungry." Luciana replied.
"La Joli Croissant? Somewhere not to public. I don't want to accidentally meet up Evangeline or Chloe. Or worse...Cyrilla. Does she know you're here?" Vivvie asked.
"No, not yet. She still thinks I'm in Hawaii."
"Good. Are there people looking for Louisa?"
"No. Not even you- I cleared that up."
"Oh, is that the guy who saw me kill that girl?"
"Yes. Very hard work! " She chastised
"What do you mean by incident? Did ya kill him?"
"No, just a memory altering drug." She said, getting in her car.
Vivvie got into the car too. "Cool."
Evangeline was sipping a mimosa (that was basically 99% champagne) and flipping through the latest issue of People. She yawned looking at the fashion section. "Um no! That's a horrible trend, that went out LAST MONTH!" She muttered angrily, flipping to the next page about Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick. She grew bored, fanning herself with the magazine. Two more days before she'd be on her private island. "Two more days!" She gritted her teeth, remembering that she needed to make a public appearance the next day.
Luciana stood watching Evangeline from behind a potted mango tree. "Quinn." She growled,"Where are you?" She tapped her fingers on her black leather skirt angrily. "Quinn!" She hissed into a small camera in the palm tree,"You're going to be late!" She smashed the camera into bits with a small knife and angrily waited for the insolent murderer in training.
((Sorry I took so long Marthie!))
Luciana stood watching Evangeline from behind a potted mango tree. "Quinn." She growled,"Where are you?" She tapped her fingers on her black leather skirt angrily. "Quinn!" She hissed into a small camera in the palm tree,"You're going to be late!" She smashed the camera into bits with a small knife and angrily waited for the insolent murderer in training.
((Sorry I took so long Marthie!))
Quinn stuffed the camera in her jacket pocket as she walked, quite casually, to the resort. It may have seemed like she was simply casual about everything, but that really wasn't the case. She liked to show everyone that casual look, and to some extent, she was really like that. For instance, she never lost her temper, unlike some other girls with the same amount of riches as Quinn. In fact, one of them, Evangeline Vanderbilt, was about to be brutally injured. Looks like someone might be going to her private island a little earlier than what she expected, she thought as she picked up a magazine from a coffee table and sat on one of the many chairs. Quinn had dressed a bit different than normal-navy designer leggings and a tunic made out of a light fabric.
She spotted Luciana looking for her at the other side of the room. Of course, Luciana wasn't actually calling, "Quinn! Where are you?" But her eyes all showed it. Quinn made a quick gesture at Luciana to come over to where she was.
Luciana walked over to Quinn, as though she didn't have a care in the world. She grabbed a Bloody Mary from an ambling waitress and sat down on the longue next to Quinn. "So, Quinn," she said snidely, giving her an angry glance,"What are we planning on doing today?" She set down her drink. "You know what we're doing today, right?" She passed her a small piece of paper that said 'Harm but do not kill the girl'. "I've listed all my favoriteeee shops for new, ah, kitchenware." She slammed her drink down and turned around a meek maid. "Another." She demanded, turning to Quinn.
"Keep it down, won't you? God." Evangeline muttered, tossing an arm over her sunglasses. "I have like, this big thing tomorrow and I totes need to rela- WHERE IS THAT MASSEUSE? I've been waiting for ten minutes!" She screeched. "Whatever! Schedule it for after dinner." She told nobody in particular, laying down again.
"Keep it down, won't you? God." Evangeline muttered, tossing an arm over her sunglasses. "I have like, this big thing tomorrow and I totes need to rela- WHERE IS THAT MASSEUSE? I've been waiting for ten minutes!" She screeched. "Whatever! Schedule it for after dinner." She told nobody in particular, laying down again.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Luciana. "You and your kitchenware. You're pretty much obsessed," she said enthusiastically. Just because it was fake didn't mean it had to sound fake. She handed a piece of paper that read, "should we drug her? or just do it?" to Luciana.
Luciana smiled. "I'm quite the avid chef- cooking isn't feminine- I mean, there's fire, dead bodies, and knives!" She laughed nastily. 'Do whatever, but get it done.' She scrawled on the note, getting up. "Well, I'll see you in... Town later, that's right."
"Yeah, we're going to Starbucks, right?" Quinn said as she waved Luciana off. She pretended to play with something in her pocket for a while, but then once she saw Evangeline look away from her-why was she doing it in the first place?-and pocketed a small syringe. She had to laugh a little-this made her seem like some crazy doctor, but it was for a reason. She got up and walked to the outside door, in which, thanks to her planning, she would pass Evangeline on the way out. She quickly stuck the syringe into Eva"s neck.
Eva turned to Quinn. "Don't jab my neck!" She said angrily, slapping Quinn, then her eyes widened. "What? Is this a- a- drug....." She uttered, her head dropping to her chest. Her bodyguard sat oblivious at the bar, drinking a glass of Cabernet and watching the World Cup.
A big gash across her pretty face ought to do it, Quinn thought as she made the gash and tucked her knife back in her pocket, walking out before the guard noticed.
Evangeline slept drugged for about a half-hour, until she woke when she felt a searing pain and a sticky substance on her face and chest. She gasped, then screamed. "I'VE BEEN ATTACKED!" She wailed, feeling the wound,"I NEED A DOCTOR!" She screamed,"And a plastic surgeon." She muttered, falling asleep from loss of blood.
Luciana was waited for Quinn around the corner. "How deep was the cut?" She asked politely,"I do hope she dies." She said amiably, ducking into a flower shop. "Now, it looks like Miss Eva won't be in the public eye for a while, and there'll be enough trauma for the Royal Families to give into my client's demands." She wickedly grinned, and picked up a deep red rose, ripping off the petals savagely one by one.
Luciana was waited for Quinn around the corner. "How deep was the cut?" She asked politely,"I do hope she dies." She said amiably, ducking into a flower shop. "Now, it looks like Miss Eva won't be in the public eye for a while, and there'll be enough trauma for the Royal Families to give into my client's demands." She wickedly grinned, and picked up a deep red rose, ripping off the petals savagely one by one.
"At least a quarter inch, probably more," Quinn replied.
"Good." Luciana commented,"Now," she said,"Let's go. I have better things to do than waste my time in a flower shop."
