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May 25, 2015 05:26PM
"Awww, really? Thanks Bellamy!" Darla smiled cherubically. "That's really nice of you to say so! I'm sure you're very talented."
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"Electronic obviously," she replied,"And pop!" She smiled,"I'm also into grunge, mainly Nirvana."
"I have never heard of them." Darla admitted. "Hey, I'm DJing this evening. You wanna come?"
"TNYF- I mean, Tokyo New York Fusion. It'll be fun!"
"11:30 pm!" She told him,"I'll be sitting near the bar. Ask for DJ Princess- it's mainly a joke, but you can find me!"
"Great!" Darla said happily, bouncing like champagne fizz,"See you Bells!"
Evangeline sat down on a seat in the gazebo, letting her little Papillon loose to sniff around after their routine walk.
Claire walked into the gazebo, sitting down opposite Eva.
Eva looked up at Claire. "Ah," she said,"You're Clara aren't you? Clarissa? No, no, Claire! Yes, Claire, am I not correct?" She said, thinking about what she had heard about the girl. A Radcliffe, no doubt she was Glam Clan material.
"Yep, Claire. Clarissa's really correct too, but I prefer people to call me Claire," Claire replied as she reapplied lipstick. "Evangeline, right? Like to go by anything, or is it just Evangeline for you?"
Eva narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Are you like brain dead?" She said sassily,"Like everybody knows who I am." She replied with an eye roll. "I like to go by Eva but," she added, scooping up her dog,"you can only call me that if you're in my über exclusive clique, the Glam Clan."
Claire rolled her eyes. "It's called sarcasm," she said, laughing afterwards. "So, clique...Glam Clan? Horrible name, honestly, but I'm in if you want me to be."
Eva narrowed her eyes. Either this girl was her new Skylar, or straight on the path to hell. "All right!" She replied chipperly. "First off, we have got to get you some new clothes. If you're going to be in the Glam Clan, you need unique pieces- not something anybody could find at like, some department store. Department stores on the island are alright, but Lola's has everything you'll ever need. Your french mani looks at least five days old, and well, your hair is looking flat. I love a new project!" She squealed happily.
"Okay, sure," Claire said and did a slight smile — not a ear-to-ear kid grin, but she didn't want to look disinterested either.
"Great!" Eva said, typing away on her phone. "To Lola's I suppose! If we wait any longer, your manicure will get more chipped, and your hair more flat!"
"Okay, sure," Claire said. She had been to Lola's and it was pretty cool, she just hadn't had the time to decide between the two handbags so she had ended up getting nothing.
"All right, it's not too far from here, let's walk. I really need to burn off the calories from my ranch dressing I had with my salad earlier." Eva replied, grabbing her Cole Haan purse and putting Lillian inside.
Burning off calories from...ranch dressing, Claire thought. Of course, Claire didn't mind walking, but it took her a lot more than ranch dressing to get her out of shape, but that didn't really matter. "I'm fine with walking," she smiled.
"Great!" Eva smiled widely, heels clicking as she walked off. "See you there! I'm quite the quick walker!" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and waved good-bye.
Eleanor stepped into the gazebo, which was almost creepily empty, as there was no wind today and everything was still. She was supposed to meet one of Luciana's friends, but she had heard she was a little...insane. Oh well, the more people think you're their friend the better, she thought as she waited.
((Lol, insane is the perfect word to describe Viv))
Vivvie walked out onto the gazebo wearing sunglasses, a pink t-shirt, and torn up jeans. Last thing you'd expect a murderer to wear. She'd been told to meet with the girl Luciana had started killing with while Vivvie was gone. What was the girl's name? Oh, Vivvie couldn't remember. There was a girl here, though, so Vivvie walked up to her. Tilting her sunglasses down to reveal her blue eyes, she said, along with a grin, "Waiting for someone?"
"Sure am," Eleanor said, looking at the girl. "So, friend of Luciana's?" she asked, hopping up on a beam on the gazebo.
Vivvie twirled her braid around her finger. "Maybe. She the cool girl who's got a thing for dangerous stuff?" she asked.
"Dangerous stuff, killing, something like that," Eleanor said, playing along, not that this was a game. "Also, a little bird told me that she was a little insane."
Vivvie giggled. "Couldn't be more true!" she held out her hand. "Vivvianna Greshire. But I prefer Vivvie. Or Monica, if I'm in disguise." she said quietly.
"Well, hello there, Monica. My name's Eleanor–Anne for short," Eleanor said, knowing Vivvie would know what she meant.
Vivvie smiled. "Great! So, how long have you known our dear, insane friend?" she asked.
"Hm, three months? Yeah, three months ago I had the honor of meeting Evangeline Vanderbilt–in person! She helped me do that," Eleanor said, mocking some of the girls in the school who completely worshipped Eva. Hopefully Vivvie would get the main idea of that.
Vivvie smirked. "I've met her too. We don't really get along quite so well..." she said, remembering the time Eva had pepper sprayed her.
"Yeah, she loves me. I really hope I can see her or someone else again,"
"I'm glad you guys get along. I wish I could say the same about me and Eva." Vivvie said sarcastically, adding a sigh.
"Well, now that I'm thinking about it, she fell asleep when I was introducing myself. Oh well, I know she still liked me," Quinn said, stifling laughter from their very random cover story.
Vivvie giggled. "She can be impatient!"
"Yep, for sure," Quinn said, giggling.
"So...how much experience do you have with Luciana's dangerous games? They're pretty fun." Vivvie said.
"I think meeting Eva is the only one I've done, but that's just so far." Quinn did plan to do a lot more soon.
Vivvie clapped her hands together. "Ooh, how exciting!" she giggled. "I did a prince about a year ago. Don't even remember his name, now."
"Ooh, a prince? That must have been fun." Quinn was thinking that they could only go on with code speaking for so long. "Do you want to come to my dorm? We can talk more there," she asked.
Ellis looked around, taking some pictures-maybe some of them would be good enough to post. She had heard that this was a popular place to be but didn't see anyone-it must not be a popular time to go, right after breakfast. She thought the sky looked beautiful at this hour, but not everyone evidently thought so. She headed back to where she had placed a coffee and her binder as she planned to do some planning for an essay she was assigned yesterday. It was nice, quiet, and calm, but she wished in some ways for other people to be there so she could procrastinate without doing absolutely nothing. Sighing, she opened the binder and started planning.
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Sapphire had finally finished her homework for the night, and the sense of relief washed over her, finally allowing her to breathe. She would still have to repeat everything tomorrow when she was assigned another set of assignments which she would work on for hours, though at least she was done for the night. She ended up walking outside to the Gazebo on the pristine Vanderbilt lawn, enjoying the serenity and fresh air which surrounded her. Sitting down, she noticed she was not alone. She saw a friend of hers, Ellis, sitting and looking at a binder, and approached her, trying not to be too disturbing, "Hey!" She greeted simply, "How is the work or whatever you happen to be doing coming along?" She smiled.
"It's amazingly boring," she muttered. "On a happier note, hey, Sapphire! I was trying to plan for that english essay but I just can't focus right now. Too much stuff going on here other than homework to focus this much on homework. They shouldn't even give us homework here; we never go home, we board here!" she ranted.
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( okay, I'm going to bed soon in attempt to get some rest ;D )
"Agreed," she replied to Ellis' comment on the school work, "Exactly! I haven't gone home since the beginning of the school year; I was even here for Christmas and winter break! I stay here a ton, though I don't consider it my home. Home just has a whole different feel, I don't quite know how to describe it," she went on, trailing off and not even fully staying on the topic of homework. "They might as well call it 'take-up-your-afternoon-work' to be truthful. At least we can come out here to do the tedious busy work."
Jaden was lounging on a bench inside the gazebo. It was actually quite nice out here, she didn't have to be bothered with the other grimy school-goers. The girl chewed on mint gum loudly, with the nature of a stylish mink embellished cow. She was texting her agents back in New York. Apparently daddy was still quite ill. Oh, sigh, how ever did that cyanide get in his food? Jaden chuckled lowly to herself.
Jaden's jaw clenched, as she sensed a second presence. The girl slowly let her eyes raise up to set their sights on a girl who seemed to be engrossed in a book the moment before. The other girl was ogling her stupidly, and Jaden didn't enjoy it much. "What are you looking at?" her voice was cold and her words were sharp and quick. Jaden wasn't in the 'fake-kindness' mood. She felt like skipping to the ripping hearts out process.
Jaden scoffed at the girl's response. She was obviously oblivious to human interaction. Before Jaden could snap, she peered at the book clutched to the girls chest. Deathly Hollows? Jaden had read the Harry Potter books extensively in the past. "That's a good book." Her tone calmed, of course she was not complimenting the lame girl, but her reading choice.
"You write?" Jaden wondered outloud. She shook her head quickly after spurting this question. "Of course you write, you seem too awkward to hold much conversation" she continued bluntly. Jaden finished a text and then slid her phone into a hidden breast pocket. The girl then squinted her eyes at the girl, studying her viciously. It was just one of those days. "What are you?" She asked curiously.
"I'm Jaden Willow Knight" she introduced herself proudly. The girl laughed heartily at Alessandra's comment about human interaction. "Honey, talking to people isn't too terrible. Although it's not nearly as enjoyable as being alone, once you learn how to use persuasion skills, you can talk people into doing whatever you want them to." Jaden was telling the truth, giving a sort of advice, yet it was more harsh than helpful.
Jaden nodded, a small gesture. She could see where Alessandra was coming from surprisingly, yet she thought the bookish girl was approaching reality all wrong. "Well that's the thing, see? If everyone around you is going to be fake and halfwits, why not use what have to your advantage? You become the manipulative one. That's did, and trust me it works." Jaden pasued, her lips pursed. "The Glam Clan... That's one of those brainless group of cake faced followers?" she inquired, smacking her gum in her mouth once or twice after the question.
Jaden chuckled, it was interesting seeing such a quiet girl teeming with pent up anger and resentment. "Well if daydreaming and living in fantasies is your cup of tea, be my guest" Jaden waved her hand nonchalantly "However, since you seem to possess a brain, if I were you I wouldn't be keeping all my eggs in one basket. Sometimes, you really do have to hit people hard by showing them who's boss. If you have skills, use them." Jaden sighed, rolling her eyes afterwards. "But what do I care," she said "why am I even telling you all of this? It doesn't really matter. Glam Clan, Spam Ham, whatever the hell they call themselves they're still just irrelevant little twats running around on old soggy trust funds."
