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Chantal Cunningham

"I'm not a damsel and there is no distress." {W.I.P}

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a character in “A Part of Growing Up”, as played by .euphoria.

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โ€œAll those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.โ€


[ B L A C K B I R DXB YXG U G UXM B A T H A -XR A W ]

[ G R A T E F U LXB YXR I T AXO R A ]

[ C H A N D E L I E RXB YXS I A ]

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F U L LXN A M E

      Chantal Grace Cunningham

N I C KXN A M E S

      Princess, prom queen, and old money {Jokingly, hates} | Doesn't have any other real nicknames

A G E

      Twenty one {21} years old

B I R T H D A Y

      June 1st, 1993

E T H N I C I T Y

      100% African American

S E X U A L I T Y

      Heterosexual

O C C U P A T I O N

      Stanford Law Student | As of right now, she had no other job... Yet.

H O M EXT O W N

      Detroit, Michigan {newborn-6} | Carmel, Indiana {6-9} | Bel Air, California, Manhattan, New York, Paris, France, Mulan, Italy, and Monaco, France {9-21} | San Francisco, California {21-present}

A P A R T M E N TXN U M B E R

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โ€œBetter to be strong than pretty and useless.โ€
โ€• Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels


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H E I G H T

      5'11

W E I G H T

      146 lbs.

H A I RXC O L O R

      Naturally dark brown, short, and curly, but from a very young age if she didn't have her hair straightened. She would have weave in to make it longer and look 'better'.

E Y EXC O L O R

      Light brown with golden specks within them

S K I NXC O L O R

      Mocha

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

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โ€œI'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm. And the scars that mark my body. They're silver and gold, my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones. It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.โ€
โ€• Lorde


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
      โœฆ Spitfire : Straightforward โœง Intelligent โœฆ Confident โœง Charismatic โœฆ
      โœฆ Passionate โœง Risk taking โœฆ Adventurous โœง Loyal โœฆ
      โœฆ A Dreamer โœง Resilient : Strong โœฆ Determined โœง A Leader โœฆ
      โœฆ Sarcastic โœง Condescending : Smug โœฆ Entitled โœง Flirtatious โœฆ
      โœฆ Opportunist โœง Critical โœฆ Curious โœง Proud : Stubborn โœฆ
      โœฆ Spiteful โœง A Perfectionist โœฆ Cutthroat and Cunning โœง Relentless โœฆ

      You know that one person that you had to watch put on a mask everyday in order to feel good enough? The one that may be for the better or worst but, either way they seem to completely forget who they really are just for the approval of others in her life. Well, that person is Miss. Chantal Cunningham, even if she won't admit to it. And no matter how much her love ones hate it, she refuses to change, she sees nothing wrong then hiding things about herself in order to get further in life. Just like she refuses slow down and take a break for anything. Because, unlike others in her life she has come to the conclusion that she, just like everyone else has a disadvantage and while she knows hers may seem like nothing compared to others. They are there. She's at the disadvantage that because of what she looks like she may be held up to a lower level and even have a harder time proving people wrong and the other being because of who her parents are, she'll always be in their shadow. He whole life she'll have the 'Cunningham stamp of approval' on her head, meaning she never knows if she gets things because she was the best or because her parents are who they are. And it sucks, like a lot but, instead of throwing a pity party and bitching about it like she does with a lot of other stuff in life, she had learned to just sort of... accept it. To know that all her life she'll always have that bubble around her.

      This girl was never or could never be just one thing, she not just this confident, highly intelligent, stubborn spitfire type girl or this determined, charismatic, and oh so amazing 'prom queen'. She's those and much, much more. To some, she comes off as superficial, egotistical, spoiled brat and to an extent, she is exactly that. A girl used to getting everything she wants without having to work for it, but is it completely her fault? No, she was just raised that way. And a few special few, very, very few sees the personality that lies beneath. An adventurous, driven and tough girl, someone who doesn't take shit from anyone. The one who knows basically anything about everything. Never showing an ounce of doubt in what she is doing even if it is wrong, you'll never be able to tell. And knows exactly what she wants to do in her life and how she's going to reach it. At least, she used to... To others, she's the calculating, vindictive, and overall stubborn know it all, unable feel any empathy for others and loves to show off. And is willing to do close to anything to go to the top and be the best and is one who will never admit she's wrong or that she needs help.

      The girl who doesn't like to admit that she can't do what everyone else does. Chantal is very true to the way she was raised. She's as passionate, artistic, strong, and as determined to prove herself to the world as her mother. A woman who even though she was married never let a man or anyone for that matter, dictate and control her and her decisions. But, she is also level headed, protective, overly intelligent, and a natural born leader just like her father. She likes to think that people can be better than they believe if they just pushed themselves a little harder. But, with that said she is a very, very, very tough girl and in some cases, she's far too tough than she should be. She doesn't just push people to their limit, oh no sometimes she pushes them to their edge, believing that people can always be better and some people are just too weak to see it that way. But, that doesn't just apply to other people, she's no hypocrite. She harsher and tougher on herself more than anyone just like her parents were on her and her brothers. Always pushing herself harder and harder no matter how tried and burnt out she is and no matter how tired she is from reading, they have just because they have been taught to never show doubt, weakness, and vulnerability.

      Yet, while she is a spitting image of her mother in appearance there is something that differs between Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham and their only daughter. While they're great parents, supportive, kind, and always there for their only child. They are a very cynical, overly protective, and pessimistic pair. They never wanted to see the good and the beauty of people, which Chantal understands. But, what she doesn't understand is them never wanting to see the beauty in the world around them, seeing it more as a... danger filled mess that should just be avoided. They believe that she's this naive little kid who doesn't know anything. Which is the main reason, Chantal and her parents refuse to speak to one another as of the moment, well on top of the whole cutting her off thing... She's been dependent on them for twenty one years and want her to learn that she's more than just a status symbol or that there's more to life than just money, and while she doesn't quite get that that's the reason, sooner or later she'll get it.


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โ€œLife will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.โ€
โ€• Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP


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L I K E S

      โœฆ Name brands and the finer things in life โœง Her school โœฆ Her old lifestyle โœง Coco Puffs โœฆHer Height and Being the center of attention โœง Going out and drinking โœฆ Getting her way โœง Music โœฆ Having no worries or responsibilities โœง Law and crime shows {Law and Order SVU, America's Most Wanted, Inside the American Mob mostly} โœฆ Travelling โœง Heels {Preferably red bottoms} โœฆ Winning โœง Mysteries โœฆ Her clever one liners โœง Sex โœฆ 90 Nick Cartoons โœง Keeping in shape and yoga โœฆ Romance and Passionโœง Showing off โœฆ Arguments and debates โœง Roses and red wine โœฆ Movies {She's a HUGE cinema buff} โœง Cheese fries from Outback โœฆ Marvel Comics esp. Daredevil โœง Leonardo DiCaprio and any movie he's in โœฆ Staying up to date with events โœง Dressing up โœฆ Date nights โœง Kissing

D I S L I K E S

      โœฆ Tall jokes โœง Stereotypes โœฆ Being seen as weak โœง Liars and backstabbers โœฆ Being beaten and losing โœง Sci-fi Movies and shows โœฆ Low Expectations โœง People who can beat her โœฆ Her accent โœง Generic... anything! โœฆ Being challenged โœง Party poopers โœฆ Working โœง People making fun of her โœฆ Not getting what she wants and who she wants โœง Being wrong โœฆ Dishonesty โœง Fast food โœฆ People who assume she can't do anything โœง People who don't like Legally Blonde โœฆ Her parents as of right now โœง Her natural hair โœฆ Not feeling beautiful โœง Current Disney shows โœฆ Opera โœง Lazy people

H O B B I E S

      โœฆ Reading for her classes
      โœง Watching movies
      โœฆ Shopping
      โœง Going out with friends


T A L E N T S

      โœฆ Getting the truth out and spotting a lie
      โœง IQ of 200
      โœฆ Quoting most of the movies she has ever seen
      โœง First impressions
      โœฆ Nailing a British and Irish accent
      โœง Being in charge
      โœฆ Getting her way
      โœง Her witty remarks and making them up on the spot

F L A W S

      โœฆ Rather self-centered, superficial, and condescending without meaning to
      โœง A movie dork
      โœฆ Refuses to stand down no matter the situation
      โœง Working and the value of a dollar "According to my parents..."

S E C R E T S

      โœฆ She was engaged to a man who's family was trying to merger with her family which was why they were getting married... It would have been a loveless marriage but, she honestly didn't care. Of course, when she was cut off and left to die the wedding was called off... She still has the huge rock though.
      โœง Her IQ is a rather big secret, not that she's ashamed what do ever but because she knows it may intimidate some people and make them think she's lying.

F E A R S

      โœฆ Never getting her money back and dying poor and alone
      โœง Never becoming a lawyer and passing law school
      โœฆ Never achieving anything and failing/disappointing people esp. her parents or proving her parents righ

G O A L S

      โœฆ To prove her parents and everyone else that has made fun of her wrong and show them that she can last without 'daddy's' money.
      โœง To become one of the best lawyers in the country, hell the world.
      โœฆ Travel the world {Maybe with a special someone... Someday}
      โœง To meet the love of her life, Leonardo DiCaprio


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โ€œThe past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.โ€
โ€• Rafiki, The Lion King


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F A M I L YX&XS I G N I F I C A N TXF I G U R E S
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      Edgar Cunningham | 47 | Father | Owner of Cunningham hotels and Cunningham diamonds, multi-million dollar businesses | Living

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      Helena Donaldson-Cunningham {Legally changed from Latoya Johnson} | 40 | Mother | International former model, and Co-owner of Cunningham diamonds | Living

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      Kaz Ellington | 25 | Ex-fiancee | Son of Ellington models owner, Jonathan Ellington | Living | Bel Air, California

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O T H E R
      Fแด€แด„แด‡ CสŸแด€ษชแด โœฆ Aja Naomi King

      Pแดส€แด›ส€แด€สแด‡แด… Bส โœง BleedingLover

      โ’ธโ“„โ“…โ“Žโ“‡โ’พโ’ผโ’ฝโ“‰ โ“Œโ’ถโ“‡โ“ƒโ’พโ“ƒโ’ผ

      character basic form ยฉ aurei
      modified form เชฝเซฎเซจฮ‘
      modified form for this roleplay : BleedingLover


So begins...

Chantal Cunningham's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude Otรกvio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA



[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

โ€œYou've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!โ€


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A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.


As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude Otรกvio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-dโ€™oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

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Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small cafรฉ in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this cafรฉ anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the cafรฉ, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.







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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

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Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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โ"Family is not an important thing. It's everything." - Michael J. Foxโž

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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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โ"Sheโ€™s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae Westโž

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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.