Elle rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a muffled thud, yawning widely. She'd gotten in late last night- not that anyone had noticed- and had been totally trashed- not that anyone had noticed that, either, so this morning was the first glimpse she'd get of her new 'family'. Not that she particularly wanted it. Really, she'd rather just stay huddled in bed with a bag of chips and a stack of her favorite movies until it was dark out, then make a break for the party across town she'd heard was happening.

Shaking her head, brushing pale blonde, blue-streaked hair out of her dark eyes, she slumped her dresser, rummaging around until she pulled out a baggy black t-shirt, advertising some random band, a pair of burnt orange skinny jeans, and a black studded belt. Dressing quickly and shoving her feet into a pair of skater sneakers, she grabbed her Mp3 player, sliding the clunky, cumbersome headphones over her ears and hitting play. They were large and incredibly outdated, she knew, but she cheerfully referred to them as "retro".

Stumbling down the stairs, eyes closed and head bopping along with the beat of Good Charlotte's The Anthem, blasting loud enough so that someone in the next room could probably hear it clearly, she made a B-line for the fridge, barely sparing the girl at the table a glance until she'd gathered a bundle of food- a bag of cold pepperoni, a package of deli ham, a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips, and a 20 oz. bottle of some sort of Tropicana juice. Plopping down on the far end of the table, she glanced over at the girl, jerking her chin upwards in semblance of a greeting, and turned the music up even louder.

Chance emerged from his room dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a tight button up black shirt, his feet were bare. He had previously combed his hair into place and applied a fresh layer of eye liner around his baby blue eyes. He padded lightly down the stairs and turned towards the kitchen as food was the first thing on his mind. He didn't like the strange feeling that he was out of place. He hadn't seen any of the others the night before, just his own siblings as he'd gone up to the room picked out for him.

Chance entered the kitchen, his eyes felt slightly heavy as he was still tired but he straightened himself slightly as he passed through the kitchen and opened the fridge. He looked over the contents and pulled out a bar of chocolate. He caught Elle's eye in recognition before leaning against the counter and looking over the other two people.

"You aren't an invalid Katy, we have been over this."

Elle's eyes sparked with immediate anger, and she shoved the younger girl away from her, yanking her headphones back and jamming them back on her head. "Back the hell off, short stuff. And if you have a problem with my hair, and my piercing, and my music, then go stuff your head up your-"

Glancing up at the silent, indifferent girl at the other end of the table, she rolled her eyes. "Trying to impress the family, are we? Get over yourself, you little whiner. Like she cares that my hair is blue. Hell, maybe she'll do us all a favor and push you down a flight of stairs."

Cursing silently that the Mp3 player couldn't go any louder, she shot a dark, glowering look at her younger sister. "Leave me the hell alone, and I'll give you half my bag of Twizzlers this afternoon."

The offer open, Elle began tearing into the chips, ham, and pepperoni, making make-shift cracker sandwiches and devouring them quickly. Stacking a potato chip, a folded slice of ham, a few slices of pepperoni, it was messy, but she held one out to Katy anyway, silently offering her food- the message was clear. Elle would maybe share some of what she had, but she wasn't going out of her way to feed the young girl.

Jane yawned as she got out of bed. Her mood this morning, irritated. The thought of new people in the house just made her irritated and she didn’t know why. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out bright red skinny jeans and her TDWP shirt. She changed slowly since she didn’t want to go down and meet her new family members. Soon enough she was dressed and she sighed as her stomach growled. Crossing her arms in an irritated fashion, she stomped down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen, Jane ignored everyone there and went straight for the fridge. She quickly pulled out an apple before slamming the fridge door shut and turned to give an irritated glare to the three people she didn’t know. She wasn’t about to introduce herself so instead she bit into the apple and turned her gaze to the ground.

Chance rolled his eyes at Elle, eyes flicking to Katy. "So we are allowing her to become an invalid now?" he asked as a new girl came into the room. How many kids did his new found daddy have? He scanned the girl as she took and apple then bit off another piece of chocolate "Top of the morning to you too." he said in a tone that was nothing less than patronizing. Everyone in the room seemed to be in a bad mood, true it was early in the morning and no one had to like this arrangement and the parents had handled it badly but come on...

"Oh, piss off, you little idiot," muttered Elle. "I am not fat, nor am I greasy. Really, I'm incredibly offended you would even think to say such a thing, and you better be glad I don't break your cute little face for doing it."

Glancing around the kitchen, she shook the headphones off for a moment, giving everyone present a wide, false grin. "I'm Elle. Leave me the hell alone, and I'm sure we'll all have a grand old time not strangling each other. Piss me off, and I'll use little Katy here as a projectile to smash all of your faces."

Sighing contentedly, she shot a smirk at Chance and settled back into her chair, the headphones covering her head once again. Holding a hand out to Katy and nodding towards the m&m's, she wondered how long it would take to alienate this bunch.

"Gimme some," Elle muttered through a mouthful of pepperoni and salt and vinegar potato chips.

"Eh, fine. Keep your candies. I'm not gonna tell you what happened to that doll Mom kept promising she would get for you last year- except she really did get it. It just didn't make it all the way to you," smirked Elle viciously, watching Katy's lips carefully. After all her time spent under the cover of her headphones, she had become adept at reading people's lips and translating the distorted sounds people's voices made through the blasting noise of her music.

Glancing up at the newest girl to enter their little circus, Elle sneered at the obvious disdain written across her face, then shot another look at her sister, preparing to strangle the little brat as soon as she was done with her odd mix of foods. "And if you want to borrow some of that pot to cure your pudgy little stomach, Katy, feel free. Maybe it'll work for you."

Gracie sat up on the mattress, she hadn't even managed to put a bed frame up last night before crashing she had simply pulled the mattress into a bedroom. She yawned and stretched before getting out of the bed and heading for the closed door. She was hungry and didn't bother changing out of her Blue booty shorts and white tank top night clothings before walking down the unfamiliar steps. Once she was down stairs she noticed a note on the coffee table from her father.....or....er....parents saying eldest were in charge. "Sweet power." She muttered before heading for the crowded kitchen "Alright chaps part like the red sea. Gracie is hungry and your blocking the way to her Fruit Loops." She yelled her voice cutting over there chatter and arguing, 'man I love being the oldest' she thought smiling a sly smile.

"You know what? Screw all of you. Don't fucking start with me," snapped Elle, rising to her feat and pulling the headphones to hang down around her neck, taking a step towards the girl who snipped at her, just as an older girl came in, acting bossy and arrogant.

"Damn, who died and made you queen?" demanded Elle, her attention moving away from her younger sister- it was a proven fact that while Elle hated and despised her family, she hated anybody who talked down to them more. "And if you say my mother, then you can piss off, because it's not like we ever listen to a damn thing out of that woman's mouth."

Glancing down at her sister, then at her brother, she rolled her eyes, bundling the salt and vinegar potato chips, the pepperoni, the ham, and the juice in her arms, pulling the headphones back over her head, and snarling dangerously at her two new 'sisters'. Sighing, she shot another look at Katy and Chance.

"If either of you find my Red Jumpsuit Apparatus CD, I'll give you my Twizzlers."

With that, she turned to trudge out of the room, clutching her food, a look on her face clearly reading that anyone who tried to touch any of her food was going to be dismembered. Tromping back up the stairs, she dropped onto her bed and choked back a sob of rage and frustration.

Gracie shrugged "No ones dead...yet. But if you don't move you soon will be, I don't play games when it comes to the Fruit Loops." Gracie said trying to look evil and threatening and most importantly hold back the smile and laughter waiting to break through. She smiled when the girl left the room and moved toward the cabinet grabbing the cereal box and some milk and a bowl. Fixing her bowl of cereal she hoisted herself up on the counter and stuffed a bite of cereal in her mouth. She looked out at the madness known as her new 'family', this was going to be one interesting year but then she would be out of school and able to move away from this....pack of savage animals. She lifted her foot onto the cabinet and attempted to scratch the area under her house arrest anklet and failing. She sighed "Stupid blinking light." She muttered glancing from the light to the kitchen.

Chance chuckled, he had been watching the small commotion. His sisters really were jerks, then again so was he. He didn't like the look he got of off miss priss, the one that thought they all fought too much, but he supposed there was nothing he could do, plus the fact that he always got such looks. He caught site of his reflection in a silver tray that had been left on the side and spent a moment fluffing his hair and straightening his collar. His small fixtures to his appearance were soon interrupted by another Katy caused calamity.

"Katy." he snapped as he went over to her, grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt and pulled her, easily, off of the girls foot. "Go satisfy your foot fetish with Elle." he pushed her towards the door, not too harshly, "Maybe she'll murder you." he glanced back at the curly blonde as he leant against the counter again, no way was he running from these people as Elle had, he wanted to make friends, the thought made him strive to suppress a smirk.