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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.
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.

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."

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.

"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!"

"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.

"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.

((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?"

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.

Vivvie smiled. "Great! So, how long have you known our dear, insane friend?" she asked.

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.

Vivvie giggled. "She can be impatient!"
"So...how much experience do you have with Luciana's dangerous games? They're pretty fun." Vivvie said.

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."


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.
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.
( 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."






