( elle is testing ! )

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Self pity was a tough pit to climb out of and for the time being, Lilie was in pretty deep. She sat on the stoop with her legs splayed out a bit, cautiously though, after all, she wasn't drunk enough to display her goods to the entire world. The air was sweet, the music good, the night young-- and yet all the girl could think to do was to bore a hole into that silly poster of herself. I suppose it does show quite a bit of cleavage, Lilie allowed herself to admit. She glanced around the alley, then down at her chest. She pressed her breasts together slightly and let out a defeated sigh. God. Maybe I am a bit of a whore after all. Lilie suddenly wished she had more booze. She jumped at the sound of a man's voice passing by her, letting her nerves slowing unwind when she realized who it was."I think you have to show more skin before you can call it whorish - or would that actually make it more 'artful' then?" Ah, Rio. Lilie felt a smile creep up upon her face at the memories strung to the young man's name. She leaned back on the palms of her hands and looked up at him as he strolled passed. "Non!" Lilie exclaimed loudly and playfully. "Lilie Leveque is a floozy! Tell the world! Or was she the last person to find out?" Rio walked passed her, probably off to enjoy the company of some young girl. "You'd know all about that, right, Rio?" Lilie joked. Yes, the two of them had a past. A summer fling, if you will, her first visit to Capri. Hell, Lilie had a past with a lot of people. The two were such good friends now, with no hard feelings. An elderly couple walking passed glanced at her shamefully and Lilie let out a sharp giggle at their disapproval, something she never would have done in her right mind. She kept her reputation up on a pedestal. But tonight, her head felt slightly dizzy and warm and her judgment, a bit lacking. Truth be told, she'd snuck a couple more gulps of limoncello after Zoila had snatched it away. Tonight would be about having fun. A big "F YOU" to her mother and anyone else that stood in her way of... living her life.


Within a couple of seconds Lilie recognized a second presence near her. This time though, it was a tad bit unsettling and Lilie froze up like a little school girl. Charlie West. The dashing American film star. She'd quickly and forcefully relaxed her muscles, in an attempts to play it cool in front of someone she thought so highly of. However, Lilie couldn't help but resent him a tad bit for paying absolutely no attention to her, aside from what was necessary and polite when they met at parties. That, and because she choked up like some stupid little girl whenever he was around. As if she had no experience with men in her line of work! Ha! She'd show him! ...Now that a bit of alcohol had gone to her head. "Oh, hello, Charlie," Lilie greeted in slight mockery. She didn't have the clarity to reel herself back in a bit. "It's one of your better works, I'd say." Lilie followed his handsome gaze back to her photograph, cheeks flushing slightly at his scrutiny of it. The young woman cleared her throat and pulled her legs up a bit closer to her chest. "It is?" She shook her head, still determined to be bitter toward Charlie, for now, anyways. "Waiting for someone. Hmm... Oui. My conscience. I think it's at the bottom of a bottle somewhere!" Lilie replied bitterly, with dread. Even she was starting to get sick of her attitude for the evening, but she still couldn't clamber her way out of that silly pit. Not until she'd had a sufficient pity party.


Lilie laughed slightly, shaking her head with disbelief. She looked up at him and his out stretched hand. "The beach," Lilie repeated, utterly dumbfounded. It certainly sounded an awful lot like some sort of date. "You want to go to be the beach with me?" Who knew that all she had to do was to be a drunk, hot mess and Charlie West would take special notice of her. Classy! But she was nothing but a silly poster girl, right? She'd take the bait, for the sake of her knew mantra. Whores-- like blonds-- have more fun. Ha ha. Lilie was feeling silly. She slipped her small manicured hand into his and stood up from the dirty ground, brushing off her bum as she did so. Between this and the beach, she felt tonight would be the demise of this little number she had on. "Sure, Charlie. I'd actually really love to go to the beach with you." Lilie admitted, seriously this time.


Capri. Beautiful. Capri is beautiful. Had she thought that all too often in one day? Perhaps. But she couldn't help but reiterate this to herself as they made their way towards Marina Grande. After a few stops, Lilie was walking treacherously down hill with a loaf of Italian bread under her arm, eying Charlie's expensive liquor. Thankfully, for all of this drunken multitasking, she had a man on one side and a stone ridge on the other. They spoke little on the way day, more or less simply enjoying the atmosphere. When they finally reached the beach, it appeared to have been deserted for hours. She giggled foolishly as she stumbled across the pebbly, gray sand, and plopped down when they'd reached a satisfactory spot at the end of the beach, towards where the lime stone cliffs shot up vertically towards the starry sky. It was almost too picturesque to bear-- and perhaps a little too intimate? Lilie bit her lip as she pulled off her shoes and buried her toes deep in the sand. She propped herself up with her long arms, and plucked up a small cup filled with delicious grappa. After a sip, she looked at Charlie with stormy blue eyes. "Now, Charlie. Do you often run about with such nice grappa at hand?" Lilie questioned jokingly. She assumed not.

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Sweet Pea rolled a copper tipped, 147 grain 9MM bullet between her thumb and her index finger. Her nerves were at an all time high, if that was possible, and she'd been barking at anyone and everyone who tried to converse with her on the way there. BB was in the hands of the government, and it tore her up to even think about what might be happening to her at that moment. She propped her feet up on the seat in front of her in the black van, sure Jet would chastise her for it two shakes of a hooker's a**. Or Dollie's a**. Whichever you preferred. Still she kept her boots pressed up against the dark leather, not to spite Jet, but because she simply couldn't smother her need to be doing something. She pressed a finger into her right ear with her free hand, listening to the sounds the tiny "shell" was making. "Almost to the city." Sweet Pea murmured to the little shell. She expected her sister not to respond, for there was not question in anyone's mind that the rooms their friends were being held in were bugged. At least the city was within view now. A black smudge on the hazy horizon. Carenthia, the largest city on Plymouth. She used to call it home. But that was before she knew better. "Well, Jet, that metal foot of yours is letting me down today," Sweet Pea snapped, glancing up at her comrade in the rear view mirror. "Here I was, thinking you were the best of the best." She tossed the bullet up in the air and caught it back in the palm of her hand before pressing it into the cartridge case with a satisfing click. Sweet pea hoped Jet would take the bait. Because for ********' sake-- she was more than ready to kick a little a**.

The young woman slammed the cartridge back into the the gun and tucked her gun into the safety of her belt, next to her back up 9MM. Because a girl could never have too many 9MM's, could she? A tommy gun was slung over her shoulder, but she only used that for special occasions. She'd yet to decide if this was a special occasion or not. Despite her nerves, Sweet Pea had a good feeling about today. After so much talk and so little action from Mr. Friendly, they were finally on their first mission. And boy would it feel good to show those good-for-nothing government bastards what they had coming for them.

Within twenty minutes they were in the midst of a huge, dirty city. Brothels, theaters, clubs, and bars lined the streets of Carenthia, but Sweet pea hardly paid any attention as they passed by. She never paid any attention to that useless s**t, and that was what made Sweet Pea different from the mindless zombies running around in the streets, with greedy smiles on their daft faces. It made her sick to her stomach just to look at them, so she turned away slightly and waited out the remainder of the trip. "What a surprise, this s**t hole hasn't changed a bit," she observed through a deep exhale, to no one in particular. Chip and Sunshine were seated directly behind her, and Zeke occupied the front seat, Jet, of course, was driving. "Now, now, Sweet Pea. Nine of you are the brilliant product of this city," Mr. Friendly reminded her through the shell. It was true. Sweet Pea and the city had a past. Her and BB grew up there. Ran away from a wicked government orphanage and learned how to survive on the streets. Learning how to fight was the only thing that kept them from winding up in a brothel like Dollie. Sweet Pea shuddered at the idea, although Dollie didn't seem too against her up bringing. Then again, Sweet Pea was convinced Dollie wasn't much better than the rest of civilians. How could she be? But hey, that was just Sweet Pea's opinion. And damn, did she have a lot of them.

"Jet, drop Zeke and Sweet Pea off here. Wait for Chip or Sunshine's okay, you two," Mr. F ordered through the shells. Sweet Pea could only imagine how excited the others were getting after hearing him give those orders. They were just about free. The van rolled to a gentle stop and the doors tore open, letting in an overwhelming amount of thick, hot air from the outside. Sweet Pea put on a mocking grin and looked back to Chip and Sunshine, who would stay here and help through the shell radios. "Keep my seat warm for me, kids," Sweet Pea taunted as she hopped out of the car, the door slammed shut automatically behind her and the agile woman dipped into the alley way before any civilians could take notice of the guns she carried. A glimpse of their guns or ammunition would stir up an immediate panic amongst the people, and they'd have the city guard on their tails within minutes. She pressed her back against a metal wall of a sky scrapper and hunkered down behind a filthy dumpster, looking up towards Zeke. What a interesting team they made, the pair of them. Now the real waiting began. Chip and Sunshine needed time to hack into the government interfaces, she presumed. Still, her fingers were itching to wrap their way around a trigger. She plucked up one of her guns and held it gingerly, the way one might handle a newborn. "You're beautiful... You're beautiful, it's true..." Zeke sang casually. That had been one too many times in an hour that Sweet Pea had suffered through his unrelenting sing-a-longs, and she'd had just about enough. [********] the pretty young thing exclaimed dramatically. It was an odd thing to come out of such a pretty mouth, but that was Sweet Pea for you. Always cursing up a storm. She flicked the safety off of her gun and marched over to her "teammate," pointing it at him with purpose. He had her red in the face, just as he liked. "If you don't shut your damned mouth, Zeke, this is going to turn into a one woman mission real fast." Her cheeks were flushed with annoyance, for the girl was wound up tight and ready to go. "They should have called you Sing-A-Long, for Christ's sake," Sweet Pea snapped, putting her gun back in its place, safety on. Waiting didn't suit Sweet Pea.

She felt as if she'd been partnered with a child. "Sweet Pea I'm bored," Zeke complained in between admiring his toys. Sweet Pea rolled her eyes at him without mercy. A child. She was stuck with a child. But hey, at least the child knew how to shoot a place up. As much as either of them would hate to admit it, on the playing field, they made a fantastic team. "So let's go." The young lady jumped up after Zeke, but paused momentarily, running a hand through her pride and joy. Her lovely, long brown locks. "Look, could we hurry this up? I prefer to get paid for shaking my tits at lonely men." Dollie's voice cackled through the shell. Sweet Pea was far too excited at the prospect of leaving to come up with a snappy one liner for Dollie, so instead she addressed Chip and/or Sunshine, scoffing slightly at Zeke's reply. "Sunshine, Chip. Hope you're ready. Zeke's on the move. Can't stop him. He just can't be stopped, really, I've tried everything. We're going for it," Sweet Pea blurted out quick as she could. As if Sweet Pea was about to stop him. Who knew what BB was dealing with right now? The leaders could be doing anything to her. Just the thought made her hand linger over her gun. Oh, s**t, was she ready to go. The ache in her fingers was unignorable at this point. Zeke knew what it felt like. She followed behind the man, peering over him as he stopped to check the alley in front of them. It seemed clear. The corner of City Hall was visible in the narrow opening of the dank side street. "Ready, Zeke?" she whispered carefully, as if they were being watched.

This was finally happening.

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bomb outfit and song!
c: yay, this is fun!
sorry if you guys find sweet pea a little crass. D;
she's got a sailor mouth on her, so that's how i wrote the post!
<3

[le afrique]

"If you don't believe me, Honor, I can show you," Mr. Friendly had said to her not so long ago. She still heard the words ringing in her head, when she thought about that night. The night Mr. F had showed her one of Carenthia's "prosperous" store houses. "Show me," she'd agreed. And with that, he'd led her into a large, warehouse. A warehouse that should have been full of canned goods and a steady food supply for the south side of the city. Instead, and to her horrified surprise, she found a vast room of more or less empty shelves, with the stray banged up can here and there. An unimaginable and insatiable anger had blossomed up in the pit of her stomach and settled there. Sweet Pea wanted to make the government suffer for the lies they told, and that vengeance was currently moments away from being quenched.

Sweet Pea strode confidently forward next to Zeke as they crossed a mainly vacant street. She was far too focused on the well-maintained building in front of her, and how its perfectly polished doors would look when they were through with it. Completely wrecked. A shiver ran down her spine just thinking of the mess they'd be leaving behind. Remmika had told her that the last time anyone had done something like this to the government was back on Earth, and it had never gone well for them. But things were different now. A blood curling scream ran out in her ear. Doc. It had to have been Doc. "Doc," Sweet Pea's heart and stomach dropped infinitely and she clenched her hands until her knuckles turned a pale white. A line had been crossed at that moment and Sweet Pea picked up her pace. "Doc, we're almost there. Hang in there, okay? We've got you," Sweet Pea blurted out quickly, uncharacteristically. She trusted Doc. Was close to her, unlike some of the members of the group. Within a few seconds Sweet Pea was focused on her surroundings again and jumping out of the way of the car Zeke had shot at, now lurching to an unexpected stop in front of them. She had half a mind to snap at Zeke, but realized she too was violently raged at the prospect of any of the team being hurt by the leaders and within moments she was across the street and up the steps anyway. "Sweetie, take the right." Honor nodded, taking a minute to admire her shortened nickname before bounded up the steps to the left, where a handsome young man was propping the door open for her.

"Good day, Miss." He'd looked at her with a bright smile at first, but it faded on queue at the sight of the pistol gripped tightly in her hand. Sweet Pea smiled at him as he took in her gun. "It is a good day, isn't it? she noted before doing away with him. Pulling the trigger was pure ecstasy. It wasn't even the killing she found so much joy in, because really, blood was an awful mess, but the guns-- oh, the guns-- that was the exciting part. The climax of the story. She waited for Zeke to finished reeking havoc on the outside of the building before entering. Sweet pea swiftly pushed through the doors and entered a bright marble room with a magnificent chandelier in the center. The way it refracted the warm orange light mesmerized her, and she thought she could have stared at it for days just to sufficiently admire its beauty. She'd never seen anything like that, living in the lesser proletariat class of Carenthia. Honor didn't even know such things existed.

Seconds later, the entire building shuddered, the fancy light fixture in front of her jingled, and a single thought came to mind. Boomer. A smile crept up on her face and the people in the lobby froze in absolute horror, hardly noticing in the intruders in their presence as their building grumbled loudly. Except for one man behind a lengthy desk, who jumped up and pointed a finger at Sweet Pea. "Miss. Sir! Do you have an appointment? You need an appointment to be in here," a man yelled, his voice trembled like the chandelier. People near Zeke and Sweet Pea, who realized they were holding weapons, promptly dropped their things and ran out the door. And indeed, to run was all the people could do, for the governments' only weapon was the control they had over their people. Weapons had never been necessary on Plymouth. Weapons were something the rare criminal would try to craft and be promptly arrested for. "No," Sweet Pea said confidently. She looked over at Zeke, who stood to her left. "We have a delivery."

With that, Sweet Pea swung her AK from behind her back an pounded a massive amount of bullets up into the chandelier, until it swung unsteadily, snapped, and crashed to the ground in front of them. Tiny little bits of shattered glass littered the floor and gleamed like diamonds at their feet, and people slipped and stumbled over them and out the door as the pair fired more shots into the air. It was a beautiful, messy kind of chaos that unfolded in front of them.

Within a matter of seconds the entire lobby was empty, for everyone who had the brains to run did so, and the ones who tried to resist by throwing things or lunging at them, Sweet Pea and Zeke had taken care of. They crouched behind the massive chandelier, waiting patiently for their friends to emerge. Surely they were almost safe, were they not? As much as Sweet Pea would have loved to go teach those bastards up stairs a lesson, Sweet Pea was one to stick to the plan. And the plan was for Zeke and her to secure and exit in the lobby. "We'll keep the exit clear, as planned," Sweet Pea agreed, leaning up against a long golden arm of the chandelier. She slid down it and splayed her legs out on the floor, facing the doors. At Zeke's offer for her to move on, she shook her head intently. "We're unfortunately a team, Zeke. I'm staying here."

"Not too bad, Sing-A-Long," Sweet Pea noted through deep breaths. The young woman reached down to her thigh, where a deep gash sent trickled of blood down her leg. Sweet Pea was only now aware of how badly it stung now that her adrenaline rush had worn off, but she went on trying to ignore it. "I'd almost think you'd done this before, hot shot," Sweet Pea commented with a short lived smile.

Now for more waiting.






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[le afrique]

SCARLETMARIESANDOVAL

` scar
` eighteen
` female
` heterosexual
` the sweetheart
` chanel celaya

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[le afrique]

fleur


sarai leia lavande
nineteen
female
well-mannered | narcissistic | quick-witted


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Foamy waves licked at Scarlet's slightly submerged toes. The small girl hummed energetically to herself and stumbled slightly every so often, with the lapping of hungry waves. Each time a wave was drawn back, Scar snatched up little shells before they were lost back out to sea. With each shell, she inspected it in the palm of her hand, turned it over with her thumb, and either tossed it back or jammed it deep into the pocket of her shorts. She wasn't sure what she was collecting them for, or why-- it simply seemed like a good idea at the time. As far as Scar knew, her friends were still sleeping soundly, piled on top of one another in-- what? A five person tent? Accommodating twelve? It was a silly sight! Lucky for Scarlet, she was the smallest of the group and truth be told, loved to cuddle. Waking up every morning was like opening up a box of chocolates. What as it that slow American fellow had said? "You never knew what you were gonna get"? Yeah, something like that. Yesterday morning Scarlet had woken up nuzzled in Shane's arm pit, and this morning she'd woken up under the arm of Effy and burrowed in Jimmy's pillow. Always a surprise, indeed.

Scarlet had woken up early this morning and pranced her extremely happy a** down to the beach to have some alone time with... herself. Some of her friends weren't such morning people. "Ooh, you're lovely!" Scar complimented the tiny shell before plopping it in her pocket. With that, Scar's blue eyes wandered back to the field behind her as she steadied herself against another wave, hitting her at the knee. Maybe her friends were awake now! Maybe, just maybe, one of them would want to swim with her today! Childlike excitement pulsed through her little body and within seconds Scarlet was out of the water, snatching up her shoes, and bounding up the beach. She ran barefoot up a well-worn sandy path and began her usual obnoxious morning charade as soon as she came within ear shot of the campsite. "Good morning, good morning, good mooooorning!" Scarlet sang joyously in her Londonder accent. Let's just say Scarlet wasn't exactly the definition of a reserved and proper Brit. She was far too bubbly and sweet. When she came upon the campsite, she saw four of her friends gathered around outside the tent. Mab, Effy, Fransisco, and Shane. All very lovely people, she did declare.

The young lady bumped into Fransisco's back with her running start, plopping her hands on his shoulders. Bumping against him stopped her abruptly, just as she'd planned. "Morning, Effy! Gooood morning, Fransisco. Good morning, Mab! And bon matin, Shane, as the French do say," Scarlet reiterated happily, because simply saying "good morning everyone!" was just plain unacceptable! Everyone deserved to be acknowledged on such a marvelous morning, so Scarlet went far, far out of her way to make sure they were. Except for, well, Brittney... Because Brittney was down right scary. "Oh. Oh! We could go swimming? Oh, please, oh, please, will someone swim with me today?" Scarlet inquired sweetly. She gave Fransisco's shoulder's a quick squeeze before sitting down comfortably next to Effy, in the long breezy grass. One would almost think that Scarlet was faking it. That she was too innocent, too naive, and too bright eyed to possibly be serious. But it was genuinely Scarlet, each and every moment. The girl couldn't put on a convincing act any easier than Jimmy Fox could quit his promiscuity. And let me tell you, that was quite the statement.






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sarai leia lavande
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Let me tell you something about Neverland-- no one appreciates my little flowers, and that, I'm afraid, is a sad, sad fact. Especially those silly lost boys, who rough house and trample all over them! It truly breaks my heart to see them mistreated by them, or anyone, for that matter. You see, I'm the flower faerie of Neverland. Every single flower you see here is my responsibility, and so yes, I take my job very seriously. Each morning I run around and wake up my little darlings from their dewy slumber. They put on the most lovely show for everyone, and what do they get in return? Zip! Nada! Nothing! Kicked to the side by people as they run around on their little adventures. If I could just have one, simple wish, it would be for everyone to... stop and smell the flowers for once! Hmph, like that will ever happen...


my role is fleur
sensual seduction heterosexual
my own little tune moth's wings by passion pit
yes, please gardening, petals, singing, witty banter
no thank you weeds, water, loudness, sleeping
eep swimming, pirates
my body any tattoos, piercings, scars, birthmarks?



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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWHAT I THINK OF YOU


PETER your relationship with them
WENDY your relationship with them
JOHN your relationship with them
MICHAEL your relationship with them

TOOTLES your relationship with them
NIBS your relationship with them
SLIGHTLY your relationship with them
CURLY your relationship with them
TOPHER your relationship with them
MOTHY your relationship with them
HONORARY LOST GIRL your relationship with them

TINKER BELL your relationship with them
AQUA your relationship with them
FAWN your relationship with them
ILLUMINATE your relationship with them
COURER your relationship with them
TERRENCE your relationship with them

MARINA your relationship with them
LYRIA your relationship with them
DELIRANT your relationship with them

HOOK your relationship with them
SMEE your relationship with them
JUKES your relationship with them

TIGER LILY your relationship with them
FORTUNE TELLER your relationship with them
RED your relationship with them
CHIEF'S SON your relationship with them

[le afrique]

It wasn't until everyone had started this little banter about food that Scarlet realized how hungry she actually was. Hunger was one of those things, like a child, she often found herself over looking. After all, there were many more important things to be doing that simply eating. Like going to the beach. Running around... Smelling wildflowers! Dancing. Talking to her friends... Collecting heart shaped rocks. Things of that nature, of course. Perhaps that's why she was so bite-sized... Scarlet pondered this as she clutched her grumbling stomach. She perked up slightly as another one of her friends emerged from the tent. It was Jimmy this time, someone she was very fond of. He had pretty eyes, she'd noted just the day before. "Top o' the morn, bitches and hoes. Who wants to massage Jimmy's poor back today? Maybe with a happy ending?" Jimmy said rather suggestively. Scar giggled a little laugh and blushed as he sat down between her and Effy. He was really a trouble maker, but Scarlet couldn't help but think maybe, just maybe under all that lust and sass, there was a really sweet guy. And she wondered why people called her naive? "I'd give you a back rub, Jimmy!" Scarlet exclaimed sweetly. Then again, maybe it was no wonder why people said she was naive. "So... This camping thing, huh? I'm down for some woodsy-sex, if any of you guys..." Scarlet found herself giggling again, as if the man was joking. She was aware he wasn't, but there was something about naughty humor that made Scar, well, giggle. "Sounds very dirty. Literally, dirty!"

Scar frowned as Mabyn left the circle. Her giggles dissolved into a sad silence as the young girl marched off. Why did Jimmy have to be so mean to her? "Love you, Mabyn! Scar shouted after her. She gave Jimmy a disapproving little look. By this time, Angelina, Danielle, and Seth had joined them in the little clearing. "Thanks for the wake up call, Scar. You almost got me killed," Seth commented as he took a seat next to her. Scarlet widened her eyes passionately and wrapped her arm around his shoulder in a side ways hug. "Oh, no! I would never want to get you killed on purpose, Seth," Scarlet replied surely. She released him and lowered her voice. "Oh.. is she still asleep?" Scar whispered worriedly. Oh, yes. Scarlet was horrified of Brittney. The girl was awfully mean... Whenever Brittney was around, Scarlet found some big, strong man to hide behind sheepishly.

Scarlet was quiet the picky eater, but she knew there would be something yummy she could scrounge up around the campsite. Like a piece of bread or some fruit or something. Scar got slightly excited at the thought. "Well, someone needs to go swimming with me today or... or... I think I may die!" Scar added dramatically, falling back into the wispy grass. She plucked up a piece of grainy grass, ripped off the grains, and piled them up where she assumed Jimmy's belly button would be, seeing as he had rested his back on the ground, too.






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