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Since I feel the need to make a new test thread, for all my testing needs. That are not profile, since I gots a speckle one for that. =3

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『м σ ℓ ℓ у ⓑⓐⓜⓑⓘ н α ℓ ℓ ε я』

❝if you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

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♫ ☀ sunshine lollypops and rainbows everywhere ☀ ♫

❝that adorable indie band bassist❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ from waterfall moon ✿ »

[Bifflestick]

『м σ ℓ ℓ у ⓑⓐⓜⓑⓘ н α ℓ ℓ ε я』

❝if you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

Silence roared through the house. Outside, birds sang merrily, the soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees - most of which were palm trees - and the water lapped gently against the sandy beach. But inside the large, modern looking house all was silent.

In a room that was painted subtle light blues and purples, a tall, seventeen year old girl was sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was deep and even, and she often shifted position in her sleep. She was currently lying diagonally on her back, sprawled across her bed. A faint smile was dancing across her slightly parted lips, and her eyelids flickered slightly. Her collar bone length, honey blonde hair was spread across her pillow in a puddle, and it gave her the appearance of having a kind of halo of hair. She suddenly rolled over onto her side, mumbling something to herself about cough sweets. She carried on sleeping peacefully for a few minutes. Suddenly, The Airplane Song by Scouting For Girls blared from the speakers of her alarm - in which her white iPod classic sat innocently - and she shot up, then promptly fell off the bed, as she had been rather close to the edge. Her hand reached up and slammed down on the snooze button, and she groaned. A few seconds later a giggle emanated from her, and she sat up, her hair doing it's usual morning thing of sticking up all over her head madly - which she called the Stupid Hedgehog Look. Her large, blue-green eyes were wide and full of laughter already. She got up and dumped the sheets back on the bed, then turned her alarm off before it went off again and woke up everyone around her. She didn't want anyone hissy fitting at her this early - she coudln't handle it until about twelve. Up until then, she found it wearing, tedious and boring. But she didn't fully wake up until twelve.

She padded into the large, en suite bathroom, humming gently to herself. She showered quickly, washing her Stupid Hedgehog hair with her favourite Herbal Essences shampoo. She sang gently - and rather out of tune - as she showered. She was a bassist, not a singer. She didn't sing at all, really. Well, she did, but she didn't sing well. She tended to sing loudly in public places. Even though she was tone deaf. It never bothered her. The water was turned off and she stepped from the shower in an enourmous fluffy towel which swallowed her long, slender body. She loved the towels here because they were simply huge. She was six foot one, and the towels reached from just below her collar bones to the tops of her feet, which they just brushed. And they were really long, too. She could wrap them almost twice around her, and she was a perfectly healthy weight. She slipped her feet into a pair of equally fluffy white slippers and padded back into the main room. She slipped from the towel into a huge, fluffy dressing gown, which only reached to the middle of her shins but was just as fluffy and big. She snuggled into it, despite how warm it was, loving the feel of the fluffy material against her skin. She smiled happily to herself as she padded to the wardrobe, flinging the doors open in a flamboyant gesture not unlike the ones her best friend Christian Jones often made. Molly Bambi Haller - fiesty, dorky, adorable bassist from the indie band Waterfall Moon - grinned broadly at the though of her best friend - Christian, the flambouyant, loud, openly gay drummer from Waterfall Moon. They'd been best friends since they were about three. Molly loved Christian dearly - they couldn't be closer if they were actually related. He was the one who had pushed her into started a band with her, way back when being in a famous band had just been a daydream for the pair of them. And now look where she was! Signed to Eternity Records, having the time of her life with her best friend and three other totally amazing people. Molly was feeling very much like her life couldn't get much better right now.

She carefully selected her favourite vintage dress for today. It was surprisingly subtle for Molly, actually, who was very much into her loud colours and random logos. It was strapless, white silk with cherries printed all over it, and a black silk ribbon tied at the front under the bust. It was edged at the top and bottom in black lace. Christian had bought it her for her seventeenth birthday, and it was her favourite piece in her wardrobe. She grabbed some underwear and pulled it on, then slithered into the dress. She struggled to do the zip up, but eventually managed it. She knew the dress looked good on her. The advantage of having a gay best friend was that he knew exactly what looked good on her, and he was very generous. The dress hadn't been cheap - it was silk, after all. But Molly wasn't friends with Christian because he was gay - she was friends with him because she'd know him for so long, and she knew him so well. She'd still be friends with him if he was straight - it didn't matter to her. He would still be Christian, her best friend, the guy she could always rely on, no matter what. Molly grinned again and quickly straightened her rather unruly hair. She then turned the straighteners off and left them to cool while she did her make-up.

She was always subtle with her make-up. A little foundation, a little powder. She smoothed some pale sparkly eyeshadow onto her eyelids - just a little, barely enough to be noticed, but it added a little sparkle to her pretty eyes. A little black mascara and eyeliner, and a layer or two of clear lipgloss. She wore just enough to enhance her pretty features, but not too much. Happy that she looked respectable, she slipped in her lip ring at the left side of her bottom lip. She smiled and the silver ring caught the light and twinkled. She grabbed a pair of black kitten heeled shoes with red bows on and slipped her feet into them. Molly never wore anything larger than a kitten heel, because if she did then she towered over everyone. She rarely even wore kitten heels, she usually just went with flats. But this dress just brushed her knees and made the best of her long legs, and if she wore flats it looked a little odd. She gave her reflection a small smile and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Judging by her stomach, it was time for breakfast. As she walked slowly down the massive, curving staircase she mused about her band. She and Christian had always wanted to be in a band. She had played bass since she was about five - she'd picked up her dad's old bass and started playing, and it had stemmed from that - and Christian had been playing drums since he was ten. He'd pushed her into putting an add out of a singer, keyboardist and guitarist. And it had worked. Molly grinned and her thoughts turned to her black bass, sitting in the corner of her room, decorated with the metallic multi coloured stars she had found once and decided they simply had to go on her bass. She actually had several bass guitars, but the black one was her favourite. It had been her first, bought for her by her father at the age of eight, when it seemed she was really serious about learning to play the bass. It had done her well, and she'd played more than a few concerts on it.

She entered the huge, modern kitchen to find she was alone. That wasn't all that surprising, really. Musicians, she had learnt, were generarlly lazy creatures and preferred to get up late unless there was no other option. She plodded her way around the kitchen, opening doors and shutting them again, a slight frown creasing her features. She'd only been here a week, and she was still getting used to where everything was. She was used to the crazy, mixed up kitchen at the large, London house she shared with her band mates. Everything tended to be in a different place everyday, but Molly was used to that. She wasn't used to finding everything in the same place everyday, so she always wandered aimlessly around the kitchen, looking for this that were in the same place they were yesterday. The cleaners always made sure of that. She finally found the bread - in the bread bin, of all places, and Molly giggled as she wondered why she hadn't looked their first - and put two slices of white bread on the grill. She had been brought up without a toaster in her house, and she was so used to grilling toast that she did it naturally now. She was originally from New Zealand, and had only moved to London a couple of years ago, because it was easier to be a band in London. They'd talked about moving to America, but changed their minds. London was as good a place as any, and they had got rather attachted to the city. It also helped that Lorna, the keyboardist, was from London, and so knew her way around and could direct the others. Molly and Christian were both from New Zealand, and had that little Kiwi accent that their fans adored. Lorna was a Londoner through and through, James, the guitarist, was Scottish and had such a thick accent that you couldn't understand him unless you knew him well, and Nathan, the lead singer, was a soft spoken English boy who had moved around so much in England that he wasn't really from anywhere. They had all been holidaying in New Zealand when they saw the ad and went along to it. Molly grinned as she turned the toast over, thinking fondly of her crazy band mates. All five of them could take a lot of getting used to, but Molly loved them all regardless. They'd clicked straight away, and though their personalities clashed they were all close.

"Now, Molly, you need to find the chocolate spread. Or you will be looking forever and your toast shall go cold," she told herself sternly. She often spoke to herself and referred to herself in the third person. She mostly did it when alone or with Christian, but sometimes she slipped and did it around other people. She had often done it in interviews, and had had the mick taken out of her more times that she could count because of it. But she didn't mind. She turned the grill off as her toast started getting a little too brown, and soon found the chocolate spread - in the fridge, which was the last place it was in the kitchen back home, it was always in a cupboard...always - and spread it on both slices, then sandwiched the two slices together. She put the chocolate spread away, cut the toast sandwich in half, put the knife in the sink and sat down at the table to enjoy her usual breakfast and wait for the others to turn up. It shouldn't be too long, Molly mused as she munched her way through her breakfast. They needed to set up for tonight, and so she was sure they wouldn't take too long this morning. Not like normal. She giggled at the thought. She didn't take a long time to get ready, but some of the others did. She sighed softly and her eyes glazed over. If Christian was here, he'd have put money on what - or rather, who - she was thinking of. He knew her better than she knew herself. She shook her head and focused on her breakfast. 'Get it together, Mol. It's not going to happen,' she thought, and banished all thoughts of the others from her head.


♫ ☀ sunshine lollypops and rainbows everywhere ☀ ♫

❝that adorable indie band bassist❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ from waterfall moon ✿ »

[Bifflestick]

« α ¢ α ¢ ι α тιℓℓιє-σρнєℓια м α я т ι η »

Text herr.

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« т ι м σ т н у - נ α я є ∂ σωєη α η к ℓ є м α η »
xoxoxoxoxoxothe analytical legacy

Text herr.

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« т ι м σ т н у - נ α я є ∂ σωєη α η к ℓ є м α η »
xoxoxoxoxoxothe analytical legacy

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. A deep groan emanated from under the pile of covers on the bed. A hand slowly snaked out and hit the alarm a few times before finding the snooze button, then retreated back unter the covers. All was quiet for a few more minutes, before the alarm starting beeping again. Timothy-Jared Ankleman groaned again and sat up, his brown hair sticking up all over his head, and his blue-grey eyes were sleepy. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up further, and slipped off the bed, yawning. He should get ready - that was what he should do. Jared pulled a face but stood and made his way to the bathroom for the shower that he knew would wake him up. He looked a little disgruntled, rather annoyed that the alarm had pierced his sleeping mind. But he knew that whatever happened, he had to get up. He might not be so happy about it, but there wasn't a lot he could do. He had to go to class...well, when the warning bell rang. Sighing, Jared quickly showered, and a few minutes later was dressed, not putting a great deal of care into his outfit because there wasn't a lot that was in his wardrobe that didn't match anyway, so it made little differerence what he wore. He ran a comb haphazardly through his hair

[Bifflestick]

『м σ ℓ ℓ у ⓑⓐⓜⓑⓘ н α ℓ ℓ ε я』

❝if the future seems overwhelming just remember that it comes one moment at a time❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ anonymous ✿ »

Molly was sitting happily by herself, her mind burbling away merrily to itself as she munched her way slowly through her breakfast. Despite being such a social creature, she liked these breakfasts on her own, as it meant she could just let her mind off on it's own, which she rarely did when around others she didn't know well, as all sorts of rubbish tended to come out of her mouth when she did. She thought, for instance, of the magazine Christian had sent her a couple of days earlier. Lavender a magazine that Waterfall Moon no longer spoke to because of an interview where the band's words had been twisted to put them in a bad light, had printed a collection of Waterfall Moon's greatest quotes. Many of them were Molly's. Her personal favourite was probably "Me and Christian? Oh, we have known each other for years. Actually, I turned him gay. We once had a torrid romance, and after a month of threesomes and five in a bed romps, he decided he hated girls. Odd, really...". Molly giggled at the thought of it - she and Christian had agreed to say that whenever that question was asked. There were some really odd ones where she'd not been speaking for a while, then she'd been asked a direct question and she'd just babbled a load of rubbish which had then been printed. She'd once said "the Cheshire Cat is my idol. I try to base things I do on him", and then seen the quote splashed all over everywhere for days afterwards. Someone had actually sent her a shirt with it on, and Molly had worn it proudly at their next concert. And if there was one thing Molly loved above almost all else, it was concerts. Going to them, performing them - whatever it was, she loved them. Pretty much the only things she loved more were Christen, her bass and...him.

She sighed and pushed some hair from her eyes. Whatever happened, her mind always seemed to stray back to him. What it was about him, she had no idea. Molly was pretty much infamous for having never been kissed and being a virgin - it wasn't like everyone, even the staff, on this island wouldn't know. And Molly had an odd suspicion that the classical musician who seemed to have stolen her heart preferred girls who were more mature and experienced than she was. She seemed to have fallen head over heels in like with him, and she had no idea how it had happened. She thought of her half finished letter to Christian in her room. By "half finished" she meant that it was already five pages and she could very well carry on and write just as much more. She sighed. Even though she and Christian kept insisting that they'd had this crazy, torrid romance that had turned him gay, everyone knew they were just joking. They brought out the outrageous side in each other - together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Alone, they weren't so bad, although one of Christian's quotes in Lavender had been "she's not a girl - she's a force of nature!" about Molly. But they'd become well known for being totally outrageous around each other - they just seemed to bounce off each other. She sighed gently again as she started on the second half of her toast and chocolate spread sandwich. She'd grown to love them for breakfast over the past couple of months. In another couple of months or so, Molly would move onto something else for breakfast, as she was prone to do. A while back, she'd eat nothing but strawberry Pop Tarts for breakfast - it was just how she was. As she was musing about how odd she was, Laurent walked in.

He didn't seem to notice her, but she sure as hell noticed him. In fact, when he walked in, she just about fell off her chair. But she managed to regain her compsure and not fall off and hit her head on anything. She felt relieved - she made enough of an idiot of herself in front of people she wasn't bothered about impressing, like her band mates, never mind doing it in front of people who she did want to impress, like Laurent. She watched him carefully as he sorted her breakfast out, munching even slower on her own. How he hadn't noticed her she wasn't sure, although she was being unusually quiet. Normally you could hear Molly a mile off - she wasn't excatly quiet. But when alone, she tended to withdraw into her head and let her thoughts take over. Right now she was frantically trying to arrange her thoughts into a more normal pattern so she didn't blurt something stupid, like "I used to have a beard, you know, but I had to shave it off because no one believed my age and kept charging me adult price for stuff", which she'd been thinking about telling an interviewer sometime in the future. Her blue-green eyes were twinkling happily. Molly was always far happier around people, and happier still around particular people. Christian, her other band mates and Laurent in particular. She bent her head and focused on her breakfast. She wasn't going to speak first. Because if she didn't have something to reply to, the chances were she'd say something stupid. So she'd just focus on her breakfast. For a bit, anyway.

She didn't have to wait too long until he spoke. She lifted her head and smiled at him, flashing her pearly whites, her lip ring winking as it caught the light. "Morning, Kazi," she said. Molly had an odd habit of giving everyone she met a random nickname within at least half an hour of meeting them - usually less. She had no idea why she called people their random nicknames, she just did. Laurent was Kamakazi, for reasons even she didn't know, and she simply called him Kazi most of the time. The other seemed to be getting used to it, though she knew that they found it odd, to say the least. Molly found it odd herself, but she loved giving people random nicknames. She did it with interviewers - she always referred to them as some random nickname during the interview. Luckily, they tended to go along with it, sensing it was just a Molly thing. Molly liked it when people humoured her - she knew that she could take a lot of getting used to, and when people just went along with her crazy schemes and mad rambling it made her happy, whereas if they faught against it and refused to be swept along with the rather whirlwind like force of Molly's personality, she tended to stick with them until they did. All in all, it was far, far better for your sanity if you just humoured her and let her drag you along for the ride, than if you faught against it and tried to run. She'd always find a way to catch up with you.

As Molly was just thinking she'd get up and get some orange juice, Aiden walked in. Molly smiled and him, too. She found just having an apple for breakfast kind of weird, but she wasn't about to mention that to him. Admitedly, Aiden was the one who ran in trying to calm everyone down when they were hissy fitting and screaming at each other, but he was still prone to be rather temperamental, and Molly didn't want to be the one that set him off. She preferred to stay out of arguments until she was totally awake and her brain was functioning properly. Until that time, she simply couldn't be bothered with people's diva demands and their stupid hissy fitting. Molly had an odd feeling that Eternity Records invited them all here for some bigger purpose than just the fact that they had been working their arses off. Admitedly, she wasn't a huge fan of pop or dance or - hell - even screamo and classical music, but she was sure that they worked just as hard as she and the rest of Waterfall Moon did. People might think being in music was easy - it paid well, and you didn't have to do a lot. But Molly had had more than her share of late nights from travelling from tour venue to tour venue, and more than her fair share of being prodded and brushed and dyed at make overs Lorna had dragged her to. Her manager, Electra, was even worse. Nicknamed Lightning for her no nonsense, take no prisoners, never strike in the same place once way of going about everything she did, she always managed to get Molly into situations she far rather not be in. Electra seemed to think everyone in Waterfall Moon needed a make over once a month, and Molly was happy she was on the island - she'd get away with it for a while. Molly did expect a letter from Electra in the not so distant future telling her to get a hair cut and/or dye her hair some ridiculous new colour, but Molly would refuse, as always. And for what may possibly be the first time since Electra had been told to manage Waterfall Moon back when they'd been a totally unknown band suppoting some huge band on their tour, when they'd just been signed to Eternity Records, Molly would get away with it. And that, more than anything, was worth coming to an island with nine others for.

As Molly was reflecting on this and sparing a small thought for her poor band mates, none of whom dared stand up to Electra, she figured she should probably answer Aiden because she might seem rude. She brought herself back down to Earth and smiled at him again. "Heya, Bumble," she said happily. She called Aiden Bumble and in bumble bee - because he reminded her of one. Kind of calm and not bothered until you got him going, then he went in with the sting. There was a strange kind of reasoning to Molly's madness, if only she - and sometimes Christian - understood it. But she'd given up analysing her thoughts long ago - there were simply too many of them. She thought about Aiden's question, getting up to put her plate in the sink, grab the orange juice out the fridge - anything liquid was the one thing that always stayed in the fridge at her house, so she was used to that - and began her search for glasses. "I wasn't planning on doing a whole lot. Going to the beach and snorkelling over the coral reef, maybe. I've been meaning to and I just haven't got around to it. Or maybe I'll take my bass outside and try and write something. I dunno yet - I'll see what I feel like," she said, opening and shutting cupboards. She was under the impression that it annoyed the others, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't used to order - she was used to topsy turvy ness and never finding anything in the same place twice, except liquids and cream. And ice cream. And chocolate. Always in the fridge/freezer were those items - everything else got moved around daily.

Molly had finally found the glasses when Elii entered stage right. Molly smiled at her, too. "Morning, Diamond!" there was probably a reason Molly called Elii Diamond, but Molly couldn't remember what it was. She reached a glass down from the shelf and placed it gently on the counter. She opened the orange juice and was about to pour some when she thought maybe someone else might want some. She turned to them with a dazzling smile. She was in a very good mood this morning, and it was showing. "I forgot to ask - how are you all this morning? And would you like some orance juice, y'know, while I have it out?" she asked, holding the carton up, the smile still on her face, her eyes glittering. Maybe if she was super nice to everyone, there'd be less hissy fits. Molly doubted it, but she figured she might as well try. It was better than nothing.


♫ ☀ sunshine lollypops and rainbows everywhere ☀ ♫

❝that adorable indie band bassist❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ from waterfall moon ✿ »

[Bifflestick]

『м σ ℓ ℓ у ⓑⓐⓜⓑⓘ н α ℓ ℓ ε я』

❝i'd rather be hated for who i am than loved for who i'm not❞
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Molly was feeling prety good. So far, she'd not fallen over, tripped up, dropped anything or hurt herself all morning. She was prone to being rather clumsy, especially when clumsy was the last thing she wanted to be. She sighed gently and her eyes wandered to Laurent, though she didn't allow them to rest there long. She always worried he would catch her staring, watching him. Trying to imprint every word he said, every movement into her brain. Which was just crazy - she'd never done it with anyone before. She had absolutely no idea what it was about Laurent that was making her feel this way, and she had even less idea if she liked it or not. Often times, she wanted to go sit next to him and rest her head on his shoulder and just be. She often did it with Christian, but it was different because she'd known him since forever and he was like a brother. With Laurent, it took on a totally new meaning. She could see Christian laughing his head off at her pathetic attempts to work out the whys and hows of what she was feeling, rather that just acting on it. Molly was like that - she couldn't just feel things, she had to analyse them and work out why she was feeling them, rather than just rolling with it. She never analysed much of anything else - just her feelings, her thoughts. She gave a gentle sigh and tried to stop - like that would work. She stole another glance at Laurent. It wasn't even like he was like the usual kind of guy she went for. He was shorter than she was, for a start. Although at six foot one, it wasn't exactly hard to be shorter than she was. Molly was the tallest of Waterfall Moon, and she blamed her height for her crazy clumsiness. She also said that it was why her head was often in the clouds - they were closer together. Molly was still sure that Laurent wouldn't like her, anyway. He was a classical musician, and she was an indie band bassist. It didn't work. Not that that bothered Molly - she'd try, and if it all failed, then at least she could say she'd tried. That was better than nothing.

She watched absently as Laurent put her plate in the dishwasher. No one used the dishwasher in her house. In fact, if it wasn't for the lovely Portuguese cleaner, Maria, the house that Waterfall Moon occupied would be filled with dirty clothes and dishes. Molly and the rest of her band mates had felt bad for leaving Maria so much to clean, so they always gave her huge tips. Maria came on Wednesdays and Sundays, and she usually got about two hundred and fifty pounds in tips, with each of them putting fifty in each. Molly had instructed Christian to get fifty pounds from her stash in her room each week to give to Maria, even though she wasn't there. Maria did so much for them, that Molly would feel guilty if she hadn't given her the tip she always did. And Maria was teaching Molly Potuguese, to go with her French, Italian and Spanish. Molly was a traveller, and because of that she spoke those three languages fluently. She loved it - it meant she could insult people she didn't like and they wouldn't even know. She looked at Laurent again, and the French phrase "je t'aime" popped into her head. But surely even he would know what that meant - it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure it out.

"Thank you," she said, giving Laurent a small smile. Hopefully she hadn't left it too late and he knew what she was thanking him for. She'd let down her carefully placed barriers and allowed her thoughts to take over. Once again, Christian's deep, booming laugh echoed in her mind. Molly thought some very colourful language to the laughing Christian and pushed him away. He wasn't here right now, she was going to do this alone. The last thing she needed was Christian making her do really stupid things - when he wasn't even here! She started pouring the orange juice, focusing her attention on that. Reg walked in and she smiled at him. "Morning, Panther," she said, grabbing another glass from the still open cupboard as he said he'd like some. It was easy to see why Molly called Reg Panther, so it was one of the few random nicknames she didn't have to explain. She poured another glass and handed it to Reg, then pushed a glass towards Laurent. She was about to shut the cupboard when Aiden said he wanted some, so she grabbed another glass, poured it and handed it him, then shut the cupboard and put the orange juice away, leaning against the side to drink her juice, watching the others closely as they went about doing whatever they were doing - it varied between them. Laurent's words slowly filtered into her head. He wanted to go with her. Him. With her. Molly turned to him and gave him a dazzling smile - just for his benefit this time. "I would love some company," she said, her eyes dancing. The two of them, together, at the beach. Molly's mind was reeling, and she slowed it practically to a stop to stop herself screaming and dancing crazily around the room.

She leant back against the counter to finish her juice, holding the glass carefully in both hands. She pushed some hair from her eyes with her left hand, then wrapped it back around her glass. She stared at the orange contents on her glass, happy that there was no pulp in it - she hated pulp. She sipped it, a faint smile dancing across her lips. She loved orange juice, the taste, the smell. But she thought she'd seem really odd if she lifted the glass to her nose and started sniffing it. She looked up when Aiden said he'd come to. Well, that wasn't quite what she wanted, but whatever - she could deal. And maybe it would be better if the three of them went, rather than just her and Laurent. It would probably stop her doing something really stupid and impulsive. So maybe she didn't mind as much if Aiden came along. "Sure. If anyone else wants to come, they are more than welcome," Molly said, smiling again. It wasn't quite as bright, but it was close, and she hoped that they wouldn't notice too much. The last thing she needed right now was everyone else catching on - it wouldn't do her any good. She smiled again and finished her juice, making a point this time to put it in the dish washer, though she wasn't entirely sure where it went and just hoped she'd got the right place.

She grinned when Laurent mentioned the party. So, maybe it wasn't their best idea ever, but it'd be a laugh, if nothing else. Molly was already making plans to limit her alcohol intake - if she was crazy normally, it was nothing to when she'd had a few drinks. But she knew once she'd had one the chances were she'd have more. Molly's problem was she could drink a lot of alcohol without passing out. She'd been known to drink Jack, Lorna's boyfriend, under the table. And Jack was six foot ten and built, as Lorna would say, like a brick s**t house. And Molly had drank him under the table more times than she could count. Despite being so big, Jack was a total light weight when it came to alcohol. But Molly knew herself to do totally bonkers and stupid things when she was drunk. So maybe she'd just have one or two drinks and then stick to orange juice or something that had no caffeine or alcohol in, because Molly's caffeine tolerance was very low, and so she tended to avoid it. "Well, I think it'll be a laugh. It might be total insanity, as Kazi seems to think, but whatever. I'm more than used to that," she giggled, her Kiwi accent coming through even stronger as she got a little excited. She grinned at the others. Despite their worries, she was actually really looking forward to the party tonight. It was something to do, something to focus on. Molly felt the need to have something to focus on, somethng to keep her mind occupied. She tended to go off track a lot of she didn't. And it was true - she was used to insanity. Anyone who had been to a Waterfall Moon house party could tell them that - those parties were utter, utter insanity. In fact, the Mad Hatter's tea party looked positively sane in comparison. Well, that's what someone had once told Molly. She might have been out of New Zealand for a while now, but she still wasn't used to these crazy English and American expressions - they were just too weird.

She sighed gently again. She knew she needed to go and get changed if she was going to the beach - there was no way she was wearing her favourite dress there. She didn't want sand ruining the silk. The dress meant a lot to her, and the last thing Molly wanted to do was ruin it. "Well, if we are going to the beach, I'm off to get changed and stuff. Be back soon," she smiled again and left. If she'd stayed there much longer she would have cracked and stared too long at Laurent or said something she really, really didn't want to say. Snorkelling meant no talking - the snorkels prevented that. And right now, that was what she wanted. She entered her room and loked at the letter on her desk, waiting to be finished. She wanted to tell Christian everything, but she didn't at the same time. So maybe she wouldn't. She'd leave the letter until after the party, so she could let Christian know all about the insanity of it all. He'd like that, nutter that he was. Molly smiled and sat down on her bed. She'd get ready soon. Right now, though, she wanted a little rest to let her thoughts pan out and take their own paths. Her many thoughts were already burbling away, crossing over each other and confusing her head. She shook her head and jumped up, heading for her wardrobe again. She needed to find a sun dress and a bikini...and her snorkelling stuff, for that matter. "Buggeration. Where did I put it? I know I bought it. Oh, God, I hope Christian didn't take it out, the arse. No, I'm sure he didn't - it was most definatly in there. Because I saw it. And...yeah. Pocket! Pocket of the suitcase, that was it," Molly mumbled, as she walked around her room looking for her stuff. This might take a little longer than she'd first expected.


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She was getting here today.

The girl's orange-y brown hair was falling about her face, her fringe above her eyes, shining brightly in the light. It was currently rather frizzy, as she hadn't had chance to straighten it yet. She'd gotten up late and had been rushing around more than normal trying to get ready. Sure, she wasn't overly bothered if her twin sister thought she looked amazing or not, but the chances were she'd be introducing said sister to her friends, and those she wanted to impress. Well, sort of. In a way. Whatever, Taryn Rose Peters really did not need to explain herself to her friends - they knew her too well as it was. She was bouncy and hyper and crazy and impulsive and they loved her for it, and so she was on pretty much every party list at the top or very near it. She hadn't even seen her sister in years, and she was arriving today and Taryn was running around with her mad frizzy hair, no make-up on and in her PJs. It was not a good look, Taryn thought as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a nutter, she thought, then giggled madly. She could sort it out, she was sure, before her sister Danielle got here. After all, she'd done far more in far less time. She'd once managed to shower, brush and dry her hair, straighten it, get dressed and do her make-up in half an hour - which had to be a total record. Girls around here were widely known for taking a long time to get ready.

Taryn grabbed her straighteners and plugged them in. Now that they were warming up, she could sort out her clothes. She flung her wardrobe doors open in a flambouyant gesture that was not out of character for her. She flicked quickly through her clothes, then selected her most recent addition, the one she hadn't had chance to wear yet. It was a gorgeous vintage dress, and she loved it. It was simple, strapless white silk edged at the top and bottom with black lace, and there was a bright pink bow under the bust. She'd wear a simple pair of white kitten heeled sandels with it. She hadn't worn it yet, but when she'd tried it on in the store she'd know it was the dress for her - she looked very good in it. She slipped into some underwear then pulled on her dress, struggling a little with the zip up her back, but managing just fine. Her straighteners beeped, letting her know they were ready to sort out her Mad Hatter frizzy hair syndrome thing she had going on. She gratefully grabbed them and quickly ran them over her hair, making sure she got rid of all the frizziness - her hair was simply huge if she didn't straighten it, so she always did. Once finished, she turned them off and left them to cool down while she did her make-up. Nothing major, just enough. A little foundation and powder, a little black mascara and eyeliner, a little sparkly white eyeshadow to make her eyes sparkle, and a layer or two of clear gloss. "Perfect," she giggled, blowing her reflection a kiss. She slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag - she was planning on going out soon, possibly dragging Danielle with her. She wasn't bothered if she sister did come with her or not - she'd go out regardless. She'd go shopping, maybe. She thought of how much money she had. Or maybe not. Maybe she'd go window shopping. Yes, that was better.

Taryn danced into the kitchen to find her dad, Steve, on the phone. She grinned and placed her bag on the side, twirling over and pecking him on the cheek. He gave her a smile, then started talking into the phone in the loud, booming, boisterious way that Taryn did when she got excited. She giggled and grabbed a blueberry muffin, her favourite breakfast item. She sat herself down and picked a bit off and popped it into her mouth. She always ate muffins like that, though she had no idea why. She watched her father as he hung up and turned to the eldest of his twins, grinning. Taryn smiled back and popped some more muffin into her mouth, wondering if she would text anyone today to meet up. Her dad could tell her mind was elsewhere, but he figured she was thinking about Danielle, when in actual fact she was thinking about someone who was pretty much as far away from Danielle as you could get. "I can't wait to see little Dani again, too!" her dad ruffled her hair and Taryn's hands flew to it, smoothing it back down again, the automatic reaction to the gesture that was all to common with her dad. She giggled, then, thinking that her sister probably wouldn't like being called "little". Taryn had always been the taller of the two, and from what she remembered it annoyed Danielle greatly. She put some more muffin in her mouth - there wasn't much left. She went through muffins rather quickly, she mused, looking at the remains of it. She finished it and put the wrapper in the bin, then grabbed the orange juice and poured two glasses. "Here you go," she said, handing her dad one. He thanked her and said he was going to watch the news. Taryn laughed - her dad always watched the news at this time every morning, without fail. It was routine, and Taryn kind of liked it. She wasn't really one for routine herself, but she liked the familarity of her dad watching the news at the same time every single day. Taryn usually stayed in the kitchen to drink her juice and ponder about texting someone but never actually getting around to doing it.

She sipped her juice thoughtfully as her mind burbled away merrily to itself. She slid the screen of her Sidekick Slide up and down thoughtfully, looking at the keypad as she did so. The screen flashed in a rather annoyed fashion at her, so she left it down and slipped it back into her bag. She pushed some hair from her eyes and drained her glass, then put it in the dishwasher. "What now?" she mumbled, looking around the kitchen. She could leave, but then she'd miss Danielle and she knew her dad would never let her hear the end of it if she did - manners were a big thing with her dad. She thought fondly of her white convertible VW bug locked away safely in the garage. She'd probably take the car out for a ride later, just drive around for a while. Or maybe she'd walk - that would be better for her and for the environment. Yes, she'd walk. It was a lovely day, anyway, so walking would be better on many levels. She nodded absently to herself as she made up her mind, leaning against the side and playing with her phone again, sliding the screen up and down once more. After a couple of moments, the phone beeped angrily at her and Taryn started. The battery was low. She quickly plugged it in and left it there, screen down, light off. She was more than used to that happening, so it didn't really bother her that much anymore.

As Taryn was once more retreating into the bizarre world that was her mind, she heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" she called to her dad, hurrying to the door. She knew who it was, but she peeked through the look hole regardless, and she saw a girl she didn't recognise, so it must be Danielle. She opened the door and smiled broadly at the girl she really didn't recognise. "Heya! I'm Taryn, you must be Danielle. Come through and I'll go get dad," Taryn grinned, letting Danielle in and shutting the door behind her. She showed her sister into the kitchen and bounced off to the living room. Her dad was lounged on the sofa, watching the news, his empty glass on the table. Taryn picked the glass up and grinned at her dad. "She's here. In the kitchen. So it might be nice if you came and said hi. You know, to be polite and stuff. Since she is your daughter, after all," Taryn teased and bounced back into the kitchen. She put her dad's glass in the dish washer to join hers and leant back against the counter, smiling at her sister. She certainly was smaller than herself, but there was no way Taryn was going to mention it - she didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with her sister on the first day. "Can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?" she asked Danielle. There, that was nice, normal, polite conversation. Taryn grinned at Danielle and waited patiently for her answer.

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she's a rebel
she's a saint
she's the salt of the earth
and she's dangerous

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A muffled groan emanated from under the pile of covers on the bed. Nothing could be seen of the tall, slender girl that was hidden beneath them, now refusing to get up, no matter that her alarm was blaring at her. She tended to have a problem with getting up, so she'd recorded herself screaming "get the ******** up now" on her alarm and that was her alarm. It was very loud and she would be surprised if it didn't wake one or two of the other up, but she didn't care, because she wouldn't get up if her alarm didn't go off that loud. So if anyone ever complained about it, she'd just give them a sarcastic look and light a cigarrette. Unless she already had one lit, in which case she'd just take a drag. She knew she smoked too much for her own good, but she honestly didn't give a damn. Everyone could complain about it however much they liked, but she wasn't going to stop. She got enough complaining from her mother back home, and she didn't need it here. After a few moments, a hand slid out from under the covers and slammed down on the alarm. A head of blonde and black hair - that was currently sticking up all over her head and frizzing in a way that annoyed her greatly - appeared and she turned the alarm off, before lying back down again. She'd have to get up soon. And sraighten her hair. Were there cameras in here? She wasn't sure she even cared anymore.

Another groan escaped her lips and she dragged herself off her bed. Her name was Taryn Rose Astrid Saskia-Garnet Lovette, but she just told people it was Taryn Rose Lovette because it was easier, and less of a mouthful. Taryn's mother had wanted a boy, and knew she would only be able to have one child, so when she'd gotten a girl she'd been upset. She'd refused to know what it was because she knew she wouldn't be able to kill it, but she was still upset when Taryn turned out to be a girl rather than the boy she'd hoped for. It had never bothered Taryn - her dad had never been bothered what gender his only child was, and he loved Taryn. Her mother, on the other hand, didn't. Well, she did, in her own way, but she pretty much ignored her daughter unless she was smoking or drinking in the house. Her mother didn't even care when Taryn got her tattoos or piercings. But this show was the first good excuse Taryn had to get out of her house, and fast. So she'd sent everything off and she'd been whisked off to this crazy mansion with nine other teens. And then there was...him. She shouldn't like him - she knew she shouldn't. They were pretty much polar opposites, but something about him. Taryn groaned again and put her hair straigeners on. As they warmed up, she decided to get herself dressed rather than walking around in her PJs like she did most days. Taryn spent an unusual amount of time in her PJs, and while she was on this show was no different. But today she decided she'd save the viewing public of the sight of her in her black and white plaid PJ bottoms and plain black tank top, which she pretty much always wore to bed, as she had several sets in different colours. Taryn mumbled grumpily to herself as she opened her wardrobe and stared hard at the contents.

She decided upon a pair of dark grey jeans that faded to the bottom and a pink boy beater with a waistcoat with matching pink pinstripes on it, which ended below the bust. Both the jeans and the top and waistcoat hugged her hourglass figure. Her straighteners beeped and Taryn applied a little product so it wouldn't frizz later, straightened her hair and turned her straighteners off. As they were cooling, she clipped back the shorter part of her fringe with a black star shaped clip with rainbow lines swirling on it - it was the only one she could find to bring with her, and Taryn suddenly wished she'd taken more care in packing her hair products - and slipped her feet into her white Converse All Star high tops with black paint splatter marks and pink butterflies on. She was bizarrely matching today, she mused, as she applied a little foundation, powder, black eye liner, black mascara and clear lip gloss - she never wore anything else make-up wise. Well, very rarely. Unless her mother surprised a make over on her. Taryn pulled a face at the thought and shoved some random silver, pink, black and white bangels onto both wrists. She didn't really care if she looked stupid or not - it mattered very little to her if people watching liked her. The main reason she was here was to get away from her stupid mother, and as long as that was happening, Taryn was fairly happy. She grabbed her cigarrettes and slipped them into her pocket before leaving the room and entering the main hallway.

'This is ******** stupid,' she thought as she entered the living room to be assulted with the smell of pancakes. Taryn liked pancakes, but the fact that Alex - that was her name, wasn't it? Taryn wasn't so fantastic with names - made them breakfast every morning was kind of...weird. Taryn often just liked an apple for breakfast, and was starting to think that by the time she left this place, she'd have gained a jeans size or two. She must take up running again - even if it was just around the mansion gardens. God knew they were big enough. Maybe she'd get up early tomorrow and go running. She did it to keep fit, but she'd been slacking of recently, and even more since she'd got here. It kept her lungs in good order, despite all the cigarrettes she smoked. Taryn looked around the living room. The tell tale signs that Alex - Taryn hoped that was the blonde girl's name - had been here, as she was every morning. Mornings were not Taryn's favourite part of the day - she was very much a night owl, and liked twilight more than anything else - and she couldn't understand why the other girl liked to get up and watch the sun rise. If you were going to watch anything to do with the sun, it should be sunset, in Taryn's opinion. She was fairly outspoken, but she'd learnt quickly that Alex was prone to being oversensitive, so Taryn tended to keep her runaway mouth shut when around her, in case Alex started crying again. Taryn pulled a face - she hated crying. She hated herself crying, she hated other people crying, she hated people trying to make her cry. She was very much in control of her emotions, and she was just really bad when people were crying - it made her feel awkward. She'd do a lot to keep someone from crying.

She entered the kitchen and stuck two fingers up at the camera she knew was hidden in the corner. She pulled the orange juice from the fridge and grabbed a glass, pouring the juice into the glass and draining it in one, then pouring herself another glass. She stopped on her way to putting it away. "Sorry, you want some?" she asked, holding the carton aloft. Instead of doing the really polite thing and waiting for the other girl to answer, Taryn dumped the carton and a glass on the table and took her own glass over to the window, placing it on the side. She lit a cigarrette and took a drag, holding it near the now open window so smoke didn't blow towards Alex. Taryn was sure that the other girl smoked, but many of the other teens didn't, and Taryn was already well in the habit of smoking near open windows back home, so it was pretty normal for her. She seemed visably relaxed and took another drag, a faint smile dancing across her lips. She chewed her tongue piercing absently for a moment before lifting the cigarrette to her lips once more, then regarded Alex closely. Taryn didn't worry about what people thought of her - she was an odd character who took a lot of getting used to, and if people counldn't handle her but hung around her anyway, trying to get on with her, it pissed her off. She preferred it if people were just straight with her - she could take any crap anyone gave her, and often she gave it back twice as good as she got it. But some of the other teens cared deeply what others thought of them, and Taryn found it hard not to laugh out loud and them sometimes. But she managed to hide it all behind a sarcastic smile or two and a cigarrette...and often times some cynicism. She realised she hadn't said good morning to Alex or asked how she was, and that was rude. Maybe her mother drilling it into her had wore off after all, or maybe Taryn just didn't want people coming up to her in the streets when she got out of this place and telling her she was a rude b***h, because she simply couldn't be arsed with that - she had no time for people telling her what she already knew.

"How are you this morning?" Taryn asked, taking a last drag from her cigarrette and dropping the end out the window. She shut the window and took herself and her juice back to the table, sitting across from Alex and giving her a small smile. No harm in being nice, though it wasn't usually Taryn's style. If you could get to know her - which was hard as she tended to push people away - she was a lot of fun, but it is just hard to get to know her. But if it meant people wouldn't be trying to attack her in the streets for being a b***h or whatever, she'd go with it. Anything for a peaceful life, where people who didn't know her at all but thought they did made up all kinds of crap about her and made assumptions about her because of what they'd seen on screen. It was the one downside to being on this stupid show - Taryn couldn't find any other fault. Oh, except for the fact that she seemed to have formed a crush on the wrong guy. That wasn't so fantastic. 'I thought I'd tell you not to think about that?' Taryn asked herself, and lifted her glass to her lips to drain it once more, then leave it alone to one side, wondering if Alex was going to eat all the pancakes or not, if they were for everyone - Taryn was suddenly hungry.




she's a rebel
she's a saint
she's the salt of the earth
and she's dangerous

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Well, wasn't this awkward.

Taryn smiled and poured Danielle some water, handing it her with yet another smile. Was this what happened when you hadn't seen your twin in years? How odd. Taryn mused at it, practically slapping her hands to keep them from sliding the screen of her phone up and down once more, which was what she did by habit when she was thinking. It was a very odd habit, but one Taryn simply couldn't rid herself of, no matter how hard she tried. Instead she lifted a hand to play with the silver, heart shaped locket around her neck. There were no pictures in it - there never had been. Taryn just thought it was pretty, so she just wore it and didn't care if people thought she was weird for not having pictures in it - she'd had worse things said about her, never mind thought about her. She could handle pretty much anything anyone threw at her, and probably more besides. She suddenly realised that she was not on her own, and so drifting off into her mind was probably not the best course of action. Instead, she bounced to the fridge and poured herself another glass of orange juice - she was really going through it this morning. But her dad would probably get some more - it was a rare thing for them to be out of orange juice, both of them loving it. In fact, they pretty much lived on blueberry muffins and orange juice for breakfast, though it was probably not the healthiest way to live. But Taryn did a lot of swimming, and her dad was always somewhere doing something good for him, since he wasn't exactly in bad shape himself.

She started when Danielle asked her if she had anything planned for today. No, was the totally honest answer. She had been planning on inviting everyone round to meet her, but then thought maybe Danielle wasn't ready for that. If Taryn was a lot to handle, some of her friends were just..well. Taryn loved them, but she wasn't sure what Danielle would make of them. Or what they would make of Danielle, for that matter. She thought carefully, reaching up to tug on a lock of her hair as she did so, mostly to keep herself from playing with her phone again. "Well," she said slowly, still tugging absently on the lock of hair "I hadn't really planned anything. But I am sure we could do something. Maybe something will come up - my friends are usually up for anything. Or we could just hang together, here or go somewhere. I'm fine with whatever," Taryn smiled, happy with her answer. She was giving Danielle options, and since Taryn herself loved to have her options, she thought maybe Danielle would like that too. Or maybe Danielle was the indecisive type who hated having options - ack! Why hadn't Taryn thought about finding these things out before?! She gave herself a mental head slap and cursed herself for leaving things until the last minute - as per usual. Why was she such a bad planner? She only ever planned parties - when she was going to them and such like. Past that, Taryn tended to leave things until the last minute. Which was bad, but whatever.

Her phone beeped and Taryn reached out and picked it up, which was being polite. She knew it was one of her friends, and normally she'd pounce on it. But she didn't want to seem bad in front of her sister. She slid the screen up and quickly read the text, which was from Nic. What were they doing? Her sister was here! Everyone should come round. Actually, no, they should go somewhere else. The beach. Anywhere that wasn't her house. Her dad wasn't a huge fan of some of her friends, so Taryn had learnt to distance them from each other. With her dad home, it was safer to go some place else than stay here. And besides, her dad got super embarrassing whenever her friends were about, which was another reason she was wary about them coming to hers. They did, of course, but still. She pressed reply, then cancelled and instead started a text to all her friends.

My sister got here t'day, in case you didn't know, and judging by Nic's text, you don't.
Dad's home, so here is a no-no. How about the beach? Or anywhere that isn't my house? 'Cause last time he was so embarrassing I about died.
The more I think about it, the more I like the beach. So get your sorry selves there. Soon. Or I shall come forcibly drag you there myself.
'Kays?
Taz <3

She sent it and watched as the little envelope told her each time it sent to one of her friends, then sent to the last one and she slid the screen back down and put it back down to let it carry on charging. She smiled broadly at Danielle and her dad. "Looks like Nic's bored out of his head, so we are going to meet up. Hope that's okay. I'm sure you'll get on pretty well with them. We are probably going to the beach, or maybe somewhere else. It'll be a laugh, if nothing else. Though I'll need to sort my stuff out..." A frown creased her features for a moment, but it soon smoothed out and was replaced with her usual smile. She hoped Danielle didn't mind that she'd just organised for them to go out with her friends. If she did mind, it was a little late. Her dad might mind. She glanced at him. He looked a little disappointed, but you could see him thinking that he'd have all day to himself, to do...whatever it was that he did all day. Watch golf or news or...was he working today? What day was it. Taryn quickly flicked through her mental calender, trying to figure it out. No, he wasn't working today. He had a day off, and now he could spend it doing whatever he liked, instead of amusing to senventeen year old. So he looked a little upset that his daughters were going out, but pleased that he wouldn't have the hanging around him all day, interrupting his sport and/or news viewing. "You don't mind, do you? You know, that I've kind of organised your day for you," she asked Danielle suddenly, thinking about how her sister would feel about it all.

As she was waiting for Danielle to answer, there was a knock at the door. Damn, that was fast. Although she had a feeling that was someone replying to Nic's text and coming to pick her up rather than someone replying to her text. Taryn wasn't particularly religious, but she uttered a quick prayer that it wasn't Kier. Much as Taryn liked him - and she liked him a whole lot - he was the one her dad least liked, and therefore the one he was most embarrassing in front of. Hopefully it was Piper, since her dad actually liked her. Or Kaia. Or anyone, really. Even if it was Kier, and least he would lighten the mood. "I'll get it," she said, and bounced off to answer the door. She peered through the hole and saw it was Piper. Taryn gave a small sigh of relief and flung the door open, grinning at her friend. She and Piper were close - in fact, Piper was more like her sister than Danielle was. "Piper! My sister's here! Come through and meet her!" Taryn grinned, shutting the door behind her friend and bouncing off into the kitchen. She stopped where she'd been before and grinned at Piper when she entered. She tugged her hair with her left hand and played with her locket with her right, then dropped both her hand down by her side, smiling warmly at the three people in front of her. "Piper, Danielle. Danielle, Piper," Taryn said, indicating them when she said their names. Hopefully they'd get on alright, as that would be the first hurdle over. Next all Taryn had to do was introduce Danielle to her other friends and hope that nothing went utterly wrong. She was slightly prone to being a perfectionist, was Taryn. 'Don't let me down, Piper,' she thought.