"Oh, ha-ha. You see any cut marks? No. I am not an emo whiner. I'm just trying to figure out how to murder our new family and get away with it," muttered Elle, face brightening as she reached out to catch the CD. "Awesome. What one second..."

She flipped over on her stomach, hanging her head over the edge of the bed as she pulled a black duffel bag from underneath. Unzipping it, it was chock-full of all the amenities of a sugar-crazy teenage girl, a large bag of Twizzlers lying on top.

Tossing it over at Katy, she held back a yawn. "So, what's goin' on with the new sisters downstairs? Do I have a chance of not being driven to commit homocide?"

Gracie sighed as the girl pulled on her foot and asked questions "Hey hands off the merchendise" She siad attempting to pull her foot back towards herself. She smiled when another one of the wilson kids pulled the annoying one of her "Thanks." She said smiling at the boy 'well hows that for an ice breaker' she thought to herself. "I am Gracie residential fruit loop eater, blanket theif, and music maniac. You are....?" She said smiling. She was always stealing blankets, they were so soft and warm like your personal plushy heater.

Chance raised a thin brow as she spoke to him, he flicked his fringe from his eyes and replied promptly "Chance," he said as he flicked a small smile. "Local poof." he settled himself against the side again he fluffed his hair with one hand and frowned a little "Blanket thief?" he questioned. His eyes glistened a little as he continued "As long as it isn't the pillows." he liked his pillows, he had about five or six on his bed at that moment, Chance glanced around and caught his reflection in one of the windows, it was barely there but he used it to see how his hair was doing. He patted a few bits and fluffed another then turned his attention back to... Gracie?

Gracie laughed "Its a long story." she said smiling at the boy "But it has nothing to do with those useless pillows." She finished her cereal and hopped down of the counter and went over to the sink rinsing her bowl out and sitting it in the sink. She turned back to the boy who seemed odly concerned about his hair. "Well its nice to meet you Chance. Being we will be living in the same house." she shuttered at hearing this "let me lay down a few rules. 1. Fruit Loops are mine, hands off, period. 2.Excessive Football watching his stictly forbidden, though soccer is a whole different matter. 3. This is most important now. I will at many times go on little rants about the trash play on todays radio and how said trash is in any way called music. I will then proceed to kidnap random victims who I will subject to my 'love for 80's music' lesson. When, and trust me the will, these sessions last more than hour, you have the right to slap me in the head. Then, and only then, are you allowed to touch me. Alright thats it. Any rules you want to establish?" She finished smiling at the boy.

His eyes widened slightly, were all these kids nuts? He chuckled and pulled himself up to sit on the counter, shaking his hair into his eyes and then flicking it away again, he looked up, raising his chin slightly. "I'll listen to your shit if you can catch me." he replied after a moment of thought, "And as long as there's chocolate I have no interest in your... loop things." his voice held a slightly patronizing tone. "If you ever want a colouring book and some crayons to keep you interested I could get you some," he smiled and rolled his bright eyes. "My rules?" he crossed one leg over the other and leant back on his hands, "Anarchy."