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Bea Prinsloo

Flower child with a rock & roll heart.

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by cc.jones

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"BUCKLEY SCHOOL'S TREE HUGER"
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"She loved mysterious so much that she became one."
-John Green; Paper Towns


{SANTERIA}

{A-PUNK}

{CAPE COD KWASSA KWASSA}

{CAMPUS}

{M79}

{RIPTIDE}

{COUSINS}





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Full Name
Behati Leann Prinsloo
"I wouldn't be surprised if you don't know me, but I'm sure mostly everyone knows me as 'Rhiannon's little sister'. To everyone, it seems I'm just her walking shadow; a younger and quirkier version of her."


Nickname
Bea (common; liked), Baby "B", Lay-Lay (used by her sister), Rhiannon's little sister (always; eh), flower child (sometimes; likes), Behati (often; neutral), Lola (rarely-to-never; accepted), Prinsloo #2 (again because of her sister)
"I have nicknames; other than the one's I was branded with because I'm Rhiannon's baby sister. Few of my nicknames are of random shit, like flower-child and tree huger. I don't know if I should be offended or not.."


Date of Birth
March 20, 2001
"Yes, I was born on Easter and i'm a hipster. Weird, am i right? I guess irony does hit you faster than a speeding bullet."


Zodiac Sign
Pisces
"One Pisces tactic is to go around and fill in the blanks, sort of like a test to see if you care enough to figure out what's on their mind."


Nationality
45% Namibia //18% Welsh // 20% Dutch // English 17%
"I'm nationally world-wide if you ask me."


Sexuality
Bisexual; demisexual
"I'm not like those girls who are just waiting to get swooped off their feet by 'Prince Charming'. I don't care for all that crap. I just want to hurry and graduate to be bluntly honest."


Sexually Active?
No
"I'm far too young for all that bang-bang stuff. I don't know. I never was really interested, nor am I. I'd like to at least keep my virginity until I'm married or something."


Relationship Status
Single
"As funny as it sounds, i've never been in a relationship. Not that I can't get a boyfriend, I just choose not to at this point. This is where me and Rhiannon usually differ from each other; she's hot, i'm not. she's had sex [multiple times], there's cobwebs growing in my vagina. She's a ball of energy, I'd rather sleep all day. Get what I'm saying?"




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How old does he/she appear
Her age, if not a year older.
"I look my age, at least I think so. Others have often mistaken me for being seventeen because of how mature I tend to be. I guess I take that as a compliment."


Age
Sixteen
"I'm not that young. Okay, so I am. Rhiannon always treats me like the baby sister I am and sadly, it's annoying as hell. I'm not even that young..honestly. I hang out with people that's older than me, and they don't think so."


Height
5 ft 6 in or 168 cm
"I'm not that tall, trust me. I'm like a midget to most people. I remember back in sixth grade I'd used to always be the target for monkey in the middle."


Weight
54 kg or 119 pounds
"I've been told numerous times that I need to grow some meat on my bones whilst others think that I have an eating disorder or something. Ridiculous, am I right?"


Measurements
34-25-35 in or 87-63.5-89 cm


Bra Size
32B
"I've been suck in the same bra size since I was what[???], fourteen years old? Puberty came slow for me during my young teenage years."


Dress Size
4 (US) or 34 (EU)
"Me and Rhiannon are practically the same size when it comes to clothes. I sometimes wear her clothes from time-to-time, and she'd wear mine.


Body Build
Ectomorphic; straight, slim build w/ small waist
"To put it simply, I'm a scrawny fella' with absolutely no physical abilities. Okay, so I play softball. Doesn't necessarily mean I'm any good."


Shoe Size
8 (US) or 38.5 (EU) or 5.5 (UK)


Shape of Face
Round
"I have a round-ish looking face. That's a good thing, right? I suppose it would be. Not really a trick question."


Distinguishable Marks-Tattoos?
Tattoos[???]-None;Distinguishable Marks[???]- two beauty marks
"I'm hella afraid of needles. The closest i'd ever do to getting a piercing is if it's for my ears-that's it. Nose piercing are gross and tongue piercing are just plain foul, like why the hell would you get a tongue piercing if it means you'd just have to take it out after every meal? I don't understand people sometimes. Anyhow, distinguishable marks? Sure, I have those. I have two birth marks on my right cheek that're literally two inches apart."


Physical Disabilities
Dyslexia; A learning disorder characterized by difficulty reading.
"I remember when I started first grade. Right a way, it was awful because I couldn't read as well as the other kids. My brain mixed up letters like, 'b' and 'd' and 'm' and 'w'. Dyslexia is different for everyone who has it. For me it just makes it harder to read or write. I started working really hard on how to read better. My family helps me by making me read everything from menus to cereal boxes to road signs. I grade three years above my grade level, and I learned to face problems, not run away from them. Dyslexia makes things hard for me, but not impossible."


Eye Color
Hazel-ish brown, green
"My eyes are so vivid like, I don't even what their original color are. They're a mixture of green and brown, hazel? I've asked my parents, but they don't know either."


Glasses or Contacts
Yes; glasses
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"I have glasses, but I have a bad habit for never wearing them. They get annoying after a while."


Skin
Fair; winter
"I'm a snowflake to most."


Hair Color
Platinum blonde
"Though my hair is naturally blonde, I do tend to dye it a lot. From blue to pink to black. I always find time to dye my hair. My hair has it's own personality I guess."


Hairstyle/s
[HAIRSTYLE 1],[HAIRSTYLE 2],[HAIRSTYLE 3],[HAIRSTYLE 4],[HAIRSTYLE 5][HAIRSTYLE 6],[HAIRSTYLE 7],[HAIRSTYLE 8],[HAIRSTYLE 9]
[HAIRSTYLE 10],[HAIRSTYLE 11]

"I usually don't style my hair [x] in any specific way. I leave it as it is, or toss it back in a messy ponytail unless on special occasions, that's when I'll fancy things up. I've recently trimmed my hair a little [x], but here are a few styles I'd used to do when I had long hair. They aren't much. In addition, I'm used to dying my hair of all types... [x], [x], [x]."


Style
Indie, Grunge [x]
"My clothes are usually a mixture between dark and indie. I like comfortable clothes such as big, over-sized shirts -sweaters preferably], and boyfriend jeans. I also like the mysterious vibe that the indie style tend to bring on. That's what the indie style is, it lets you express yourself in so many ways that goes without saying. Indie has a way of telling a story without necessarily using words. It's pretty neat."


Accessories or Jewelry
Depends on the outfit
"When it comes to jewelry, it all depends on what the outfit i'm wearing. Sometimes I add jewelry's to my outfits, and sometimes I don't. It all varies. Though I must almost always have to have a beanie hat and I never -when I say never I mean it- leave my house without my aviators. An outfit without outfit is an outfit not worth wearing. Aviators are life."


Standard Outfit/s
[OUTFIT 1],[OUTFIT 2],[OUTFIT 3],[OUTFIT 4],[OUTFIT 5],[OUTFIT 6]
[OUTFIT 7],[OUTFIT 8],[OUTFIT 9],[OUTFIT 10]

"My clothes are usually a mixture between dark and indie. I like comfortable clothes, and the mysterious vibe they tend to bring on. That's what the indie style is, it lets you express yourself in so many ways that goes without saying. Indie has a way of telling a story without necessarily without using words. It's rad."


Overall Attractiveness
Depends; usually rated as an 8 or 7
"It kinda all depends who's asking though I see myself as a 7, and I'll be honest, I'm not drop dead gorgeous either. I'm just there for the most part."




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Grade Point Average
three point five [3.5]
"My grade point average usually stands at a three point five, sometimes higher than that. I'm not exceedingly smart, but I guess it's better than anything lower."


Drives & Motivations
Dyslexia; her disability
"Despite my dyslexia, that has never stopped me from doing the things I love whilst achieving my dreams. I remember my parents always telling me to not let my dyslexia get in the way of all the things I love, and I haven't, infact dyslexia has brought me to see the world in a different way I have yet to have seen before. I think having dyslexia was the best thing that has ever happened to me."


Immediate Goals
"As of right now, I tend to focus on school and maintaining a good grade point average hence staying involved in after school activities, and sports. To be honest, I have a long way to go before I head to college and I'll do that by staying focus and hanging out with all my friends. Afterwards, I want to go to University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine. I want to become a veterinarian and it has always been like that since.. forever. I tend to have a soft spot for animals. Every time a stray would come to the house, i’d feed it, and you know what happens when you start feeding one. . they usually stuck around. This really annoyed my parents, especially when they started finding hurt rabbits in my room that I always claim to be β€œhelping feel better.” Animals of all kinds; toads, and lizards; I was - and still - am fearless when it comes to things other girls were squeamish of."


Long Term
.."After I graduate, I'm thinking of moving to San Francisco and fulfilling my dream as a veterinarian. I'll also be a traveler. I wouldn't just want to be stuck in the same old place for long. I want to travel the world from Europe to Africa to Asia. I'd like to travel and write books on my experiences. And of course I'll have to marry maybe even have a kid, and live happily ever after."


How the character plans to accomplish these goals
"I plan to stay in school, maintain a sustainable GPA, and record community service hours of course. I'll already doing this by joining key club, robotics, and outing club. Afterwards, get a full scholarship to University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine, save up my money throughout my years studying to become a vet, then after I graduate I'll move to San Francisco, meet the man of my dreams, and together we'll travel the world. The sky's the limit, y'know?"


Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years? Twenty years?
"I see myself traveling and inspiring pupils that the rode ahead is not too far away; all you gotta do is put your best foot forward and go for it. I'll also be a vet, helping animals in need. But most importantly, I see myself dying a happy woman. To die would be an awfully big adventure."




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Hobbies
Surfing the web; playing tennis w/ her father
"When I'm not at school, I usually spend most of my time on social media, playing tennis with my dad on our tennis, or just chilling at home after a long day at school. I don't do much. Ha! I'm your typical teen that just wants to sleep all day, and believe me if I could I would."


Plays a musical instrument?
Banjo, ukulele; vocals [x], [x]
"As weird as it sound, I play the banjo and ukulele. I've been playing both for about six years now, and I enjoy singing along while playing."


Plays a sport?
Girl's Varsity SB team; pitcher
"I'm a pitcher for the girls' varsity softball team, but necessarily doesn't mean I'm any good. I am good, but not crazy good. In fact, the only thing I can do is throw."


Spending habits
"I could give up shopping, but I'm not a quitter."
Bea has seemed to always taken the "shop til' you drop" phrase seriously. She probably has the worst spending habits in the human history because if she can't seem to stop thinking about it, she buys it. Most of her money goes to snack food like, potato chips [x], krispy kreme doughnuts [x], payday candy bars [x] basically if it's sweet and edible, she has to buy it. She has a sweet tooth the size of a walrus. However, if she's not buying sweets she's making her way to Starbucks to buy her usual thai frappuccino coconut milk with and extra caramel and whip creme. Like, your stereotypical white girl, Starbucks is life for Bea. She needs it every morning to get through the day while still sane. Though Bea doesn't always spend her money on food, she loves shopping for clothes. Her favorite stores are Forever 21, Hot Topic, Charlotte Russe, Levi Strauss, and the common Thrift Store.


Smokes?
Eh; tried once
"I've tried smoking one blunt with Rhiannon and her friend Caspian, but it was more like a failed attempt to smoke. Once I smoked that first blunt, It was horrid! I was in spasms non stop. After that, I took a swore to never smoke ever again."


Drinks?
Occasionally
"I'm not an excessive drinker, like most teenagers my age. I only drink every New Years' Eve and during parties. Not anything heavy, just a sip or two of beer or wine."




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Greatest Joys In Life
Her parents
"My family has been very supportive of me throughout the years they always seem to keep me smiling, and I'm not just saying that because they're my family. It's true. Especially my parents. It's not easy raising five children, two of which are soon to be college graduates. It's a hard thing to do, but all-in-all they manage to keep things running smoothly in the house and I respect that."


Greatest Fears
Failure
"No parent wants to see their own child failing and I most definitely know that my parents don't like to see me fail more so than myself. I'm a hard worker, as I've been told before and I'd hate to see myself stumble under the success ladder. Getting bad grades, not being accepted into med school, not living life to the fullest.. it's my worst nightmare. I only have one chance to make it right. What is the point of being alive if you don't do something remarkable?"


Priorities
w.i.p


Life Philosophy
"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take."
-Anonymous


Personality
"Behati Leann Prinsloo knows what she wants out of life. Since she was old enough to understand just what her father did, she knew that she wanted to follow in his footsteps. Dedicated, determined, and with no small amount of ambition and talent, Bea knows it's only a matter of time before she accomplishes her goal. She has always had a firm belief in herself and her skills. It isn't arrogance, but rather pride and confidence in her abilities. She doesn't brag or unnecessarily show off, but when challenged to prove herself she has no problem doing just that. She's known for her competitive streak, and seems to have problems saying no to challenges.

A confident, headstrong girl with one hell of a stubborn streak, Bea isn't used to backing down. She'll stick to her guns no matter the pressure, often stubbornly refusing to admit when she's actually wrong too. She may actually realize when she's wrong, but a mixture of pride and disliking being proven wrong usually results in her refusing to admit as much. It usually takes a push from a friend and sucking up her pride for her to verbally admit as much.

Confidence has never been an issue for Bea, and neither has finding someone to talk with. She's a complete extrovert who surrounds herself with people whenever possible. She's a fun person to be around, and enjoys seeing her friends happy too. She isn't particularly concerned with being the center of attention, she'll happily take a back seat when it's a friend's time to shine. She can be rather flirtatious too, usually playfully with friends, although she's been known to teasingly wink at a passing, shy student merely to see them blush.

Bea has a lively sense of humor and possesses a sharp tongue and quick wit, which only helps her with amusing jokes. Of course, a quick wit also helps with insults. Bea has her rivals, those that have insulted her or wronged her in some way over the years. Grudges are rarely forgotten, and, while Bea would never waste her time by going out of her way to antagonize another student, she will treat them with a disdainful glare and a snide comment in passing. She can be particularly cold to those that have deceived her. "




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Favorite color/s
All pastel colors
"I don't really have a favorite color least to say. All colors would be acceptable to me; however, I do have a certain shade group that a like, and that would be pastel. I enjoy the pastel looking colors."


Least color/s
Purple
"If you were to ask me what my least favorite color is I'd have to say purple. I really don't like purple, It's not really an interesting color at all. I loath the color purple."


Music
Reggae Indie/ folk style: Vampire Weekend-[x], Imagine Dragons-[x], Lumineers-[x], Beatles-[x, The Strokes-[x], Calvin Harris-[x], Ed Sheeran-[x], Lucy Rose-[x], Arctic Monkeys- [x
"Music is my life! I can never live without music. I'm always wearing my earplugs. The only song I'd ever listen to is Indie, Indie-rock, Indie-pop, and Reggae. Indie in general is my favorite genre though I like folk just a tad bit. My favorite bands are Vampire Weekend, Imagine Dragons, Lumineers, the Beatles and the Strokes. My favorite solo artists would have to be Calvin Harris, Ed Sheeran, and Lucy Rose. I absolutely, positively love them!"


Food
Dutch cuisines; Erwtensoep-[x], Poffertjes-[x]
"Considering I'm a vegetarian, there aren't many options of food that I can eat. I stick with my traditional dutch cuisine, mostly their vegetable soup like, Erwtensoep. It may sound foul;however, it's an amazing dish. It's basically pea soup. I also like Poffertjes as well. It's like, a tiny fully pancake, but way better. ."


Literature
Old, historical novels: 'Lord of the Flies'- [x], 'Brave New World'- [x], 'Catcher in the Rye'-[x], and Jane Eyre-[x]. Authors: Stephen King-[x], RL.Stine-[x], Edgar Allan Poe-[x], John Green- [x], Nicholas Sparks-[x]
"I'm a huge fan of the old, historical novel for example, 'Lord of The Flies', 'Catcher in the Rye', and 'Jane Eyre'. But if I was ever asked what my favorite authors are I'd have to say Stephen King, RL.Stine, Edgar Allan Poe.. I'm a huge fan of the mysterious, horror books. My favorite modern authors are John Green and Nicholas Sparks"


Forms/s of entertainment
Watching cartoons; 'We Bare Bears'-[x], 'Regular Show'-[x] and Social Media; 800 friends on Snapchat-[x], 180.3K followers on Twitter-[x], Tumblr-[x], 580.5K followers on Instagram-[x], 25.1K followers on Youtube-[x],
368.9K followers on Pinterest [x], Going to Cochella [x]

"I don't do much to stay entertained though I somehow seem to spend most my time watching Youtube videos or posting on twitter, or even just plain surfing the web. When I'm not on the internet, I'm watching cartoons like, We Bare Bears and Regular Show."


Most prized possession/s
Beatles collections of record cds, vintage record player, and her phone-[x]
"My grandma had first started the Beatles record collection when she was in her teenage years and she decided to pass them down to me considering I'm a fan, that and her record player. And ever since then it's been a reminder of her. I also cherish my cell phone, but what teenager doesn't?"




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What was your Childhood Like?
Normal; supportive
"Like any other teenager, my childhood was practically normal. I have two loving parents, two older brothers, an older sister, and a young sister. With a family of seven, life couldn't get any better for us. My parents often supported us. My siblings often annoyed me. We were indeed the average 'American family'."


Childhood Hero or Idol
Minnie Mouse


Dream Job
Veterinarian and Traveler


Schools Attended
Pre-K - Little Red SchoolHouse NYC [x], Elementary (K-5) - Trinity School [x], Middle & Freshman (6-9) - Horace Mann School [x], High School (9-12) -Buckley School [x]
"My parents had sent me to some of the most elite schools in the United States though I never understood why. Buckley High is probably the first and only diversity I've ever went to."


Currently Living With?
Both parents and four siblings
"I am currently living with family."


Pets
Destiny's Golden Retriever (Maximus "Maxx") boy gender, alive- [x]; Siberian Husky German Shepard mix (Lucky, prior to his luckiness) boy gender, alive -[x]; Siberian Husy (Maisie) girl gender, alive- [x]; Russian Blue Cat (LuLu) female gender- [x]; Beagle (Belle) girl gender, alive- [x]; Texel guinea pig (Professor Smittenwell) boy gender, alive- [x]; Palomino Quarter Horse (Aladdin), boy gender, alive- [x]; American Saddle back (Chestnut), boy gender, alive- [x]; Bea's Tarantula (Jerry), alive and well [x] [x]


Occupation
Lifeguard, full-time student at BHS
"When I'm not at school. I work as a Lifeguard making $9.25 per hour, but that's only year round. When I'm not working, I'm just a regular student attending Buckley School."


Finances
Filthy Rich
"As a surgeon and a part-time realtor, I would say that my mom makes around 800,000 per year plus that of 500,000 in investment. My dad; however, makes around 37-80 thousand a year just as a traveling agent, but as a lawyer he make about an average salary of over 400,000 per year. Both of my parents are exceedingly wealthy pupils. They both had recently been nominated as one of the few top billionaires in the United States. "


Home
Address:3331 Clerendon Rd
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Nestled serenely in the private Mulholland Estates, this elegant 6-bedroom, 6-bath tennis court estate is a perfect California lifestyle home with a luxurious indoor/out living flow for entertaining. Grand formal foyer and living room with soaring high ceilings and double height windows. Gourmet kitchen opens up to cozy family room, wood paneled office/library, formal dining room. All French doors open up to unique patios/fountains surrounding the home. Secluded backyard luxuriates in a resort-style setting. Beautiful views from the balconies, veranda, heated pool/spa. Gym located adjacent to the N/S tennis court. Impeccable attention to detail throughout. This home is truly a must see. Owner holds California real estate license.

Front view, Front Door
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Foyer
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Sitting Room
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Living Area
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Dining Area
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Breakfast Area
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Office Area
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Laundry Room
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Upstairs/Balcony
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Master bedroom (Parents' bedroom) w/ master bathroom and closet
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Destiny's bedroom w/ closet and bathroom
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Thomas' OLD bedroom w/ closet and bathroom
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Matt's OLD bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Rhiannon's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Behati's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Den
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Home gym
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Home Theatre
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Tennis Court
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Pool w/ hot tub & spa
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Yacht
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Transportation/s
Catherine's black 2015 lexus ls
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George's 2016 acura rdx and silver 2015 lamborghini aventador
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Matt's white 2015 ferrari f12 berlinetta
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Thomas' black 2016 porsche 911
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Rhiannon's silver 2014 vanquish Aston Martin and Ducati Diavel
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Behati's baby blue 2016 fiat 500
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Hometown
New York City, NY





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Father || George Prinsloo || 43 || Lawyer and Accountant || Currently Alive
Relationship:

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Mother|| Catherine Prinsloo || 38 || Surgeon and Realtor|| Currently Alive
Relationship: "Momma Cathy is the big dog of the family. She's often a tough-nut

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Brother || Thomas Prinsloo|| 24 || Stanford University college student || Currently Alive
Relationship: Thomas is my favorite sibling of them all. He was always so nice and courteous. Whenever Matt or Rhiannon teased me, he'd made sure that he'd gotten revenge on them both. He's a great brother. Perks of being the oldest in the family, you always had to make sure that everything was running smoothly. He was good sport; rarely got mad at everyone. When he first left for college, I cried and cried for weeks, Destiny and me both. Rhiannon just wanted his room. He comes back every so often to check up on things."

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Brother || Matt "Matty" Prinsloo|| 20 || UCLA college student || Currently Alive
Relationship: "Me and Matt never really gotten along. He'd always seemed to find a way to annoy me any way he can. He's more, like a pest to me than a brother. I remember when I was little he'd used to tell me these stories of how monsters hid in my closet just waiting to eat me whole. Afterwards, I couldn't even step foot in that room. It took a month for my parents to send me off in my bed in my own room. Back then Matt was the troublemaker of the family, now that he's off to college majoring in who knows what, Rhiannon is next in line. Those two together were a handful for my parents."

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Sister || Jacqueline "Rhiannon" Prinsloo || 17 || Buckley School Student (12th) || Currently Alive
Relationship: "Everyone knows my sister Jacqueline. She's well-known around our school, even outside of school people still somehow make time to get to know her, but who wouldn't want to know Jacqueline Rhiannon Prinsloo? As her little sister, it's hard because hardly does anyone notice me. Rhiannon has her moments mainly her devious one's. People think she's irresistible, I think she's just plain childish. Everything to her is a game. I remember when I was little, she'd constantly ran away, leaving me small clues to decipher where ever she ran off to. Rhiannon is a complete mess, my parents are sometimes at edge with her wild behavior, but me... I find myself admiring her."

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Sister || Destiny Prinsloo || 6 || Elementary Student || Currently Alive
Relationship: "Destiny is such a little goof-ball. I absolutely love her, not only is she the baby of the family, but she always seem to make me smile on even the most depressing days. Though she can be annoying at times, but it's hard to stay mad at her once she gives you googly-eyes with those big, brown eyes of hers. She's such a cutie. A mischievous on at that. She gets most of her tactics from Rhiannon for example, stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, and planing pranks around the house. Whenever she's quiet, you know something is up."




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Spent the summer how?
Traveling
"I recently had spent my summer traveling with my family. When Matt and Thomas came home from summer break, we all decided to take a 4-week trip traveling on a Royal Caribbean Cruise ship [x]. We traveled everywhere! From the Caribbean [x] to the Bahamas [x], New Zealand [x] to Australia [x]. I'd never forget the time Rhiannon had gotten sea sick. Ha! She was a horrid shade a green, she nearly threw up on Destiny. When we got back from the cruise, we visited my grandparents in Cardiff, Wales and even gotten to watch a rugby game at the Millennium Stadium [x] where Wales were playing up against Italy. Considering I know nothing about rugby, it was a great experience already to be at the stadium itself. Though the worst part was having to leave Wales. Our last trip of the summer, we went to Paris, France [x] and saw the Notre Dame cathedral [x]. We would've went to see the Eiffel Tower [x]; however, my parents forgotten to make reservations, so we went to Disneyland Paris [x] instead which had brought Destiny frantic. My best part of the Paris trip was staying at the Four Seasons Hotel [x]. I didn't want to leave."


What are you most looking forward to this year?
Her friends
"To tell you the truth, I'm mostly excited to see all my friends. I mean.. we snap each other on snapchat, but it's not the same. I miss them all so much and cannot wait to make plans with them, like we used to."


Lifer or Newcomer?
Newcomer
"My family recently moved from the Big Apple to Los Angeles during the middle of my freshman year due to my mom's job as a Surgeon. I was pretty sad, but it is what it is. The weather is most definitely hotter here than it is back in New York. People know my family well, so it's not so bad "


Grade
Junior [11th]
"Senior year seems just around the corner and I cannot wait. It seems most of the excited and fun happens during Senior year."


Clique?
Hipsters
"These are my people, It's where I belong, and It's where I intend to stay until graduation comes around."


Place on the Social Ladder
The Free Spirits
"I wouldn't say that we're so called, 'free spirits'. We're trying to change the world for the better. We're trying to let others see the world as a beautiful gift to cherish."


Are you happy?
Most Definitely
"I love it where I am. The hipsters are like family to me when my real family aren't present and I wouldn't change it for the world."


If you could be apart of any other clique which would it be? Why?
None
"I wouldn't be apart of any given clique at Buckley High. I am preferably happy where I stand. I believe that there is no such thing as a better clique than the Hipsters."


Secrets
Casper almost kissed her last year at an end of the year party, but of course he was drunk and wouldn't remember. Bea on the other hand can't seem to forget the possibility of his lips on hers if she hadn't got nervous and turned away. He's her sister's closest friend, so keeping whatever could've happened at that party behind a secret is the best thing.


Do you plan on joining a club or sport this year?
Yes; pitcher for the Girl's Varsity SB team, treasurer for the Key Club International, president of the PAWS club, member of the Outdoor Education, and the FIRST Robotics club
"One of my goals this year is to try to stay involved as best as I can. Rhiannon says it's annoying, but since when do I ever listen to my sister?"


Best Subject
Science


Worst Subject
English

So begins...

Bea Prinsloo's Story

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    XX"Nope. No way..." Jasmine can feel a sigh emanate from the deepest part of her soul. She had already managed, with the help of Behati, to convince her younger brother to attend tonight's party. Not because she thinks he necessarily has to be there, but a little bit of unwinding is surely needed on both their parts. Aside from that, Jasmine knows for a fact that she's not the only one hoping to see him there. However, that battle has already been won and Sam has begrudgingly agreed to attend. The obstacle now is the outfit Jasmine had already picked out for him (convinced that she would by any means get him to show up).

    XXShe stands on the other side of the bedroom door, arms placed on her hips in concern, while her eyes bore holes into the closed door. "Come on Sam, just let us see" he argues as calmly and sweetly as her impulsive nature allows her to. There's a long stretch of silence and finally, much to Jasmine's relief, the wooden structure slowly opens. The sixteen year old boy steps out as if carefully calculating his every step, and a proud smile makes it's way onto Jasmine's red-tainted lips. "How do you feel?"

    XXSam resist an eyeroll with full force, moving in place a bit to make sure the black fitted pants haven't cut off all of his circulation. "Like death" he mutters, extremely tempted to run back into the comfort of his bedroom and pull on his usual sweatpants and plain black t-shirt. Jasmine doesn't fail to catch on and quickly takes his hand, leading him further away from the possibility of barricading himself in his bedroom. "Well you look amazing!" she chimes. "What's the point of having a killer body like that if you don't show it off". The comment alone in enough to make Samuel's pale cheeks tint a heavy pink, and the fact that he and his sister are not the only ones in the room isn't helping his cause. Round, pleading eyes shoot in Bea's direction, desperately hoping she'll say he looks terrible and that Jasmine should not be allowed to dress him ever again.

    XXIt had been approximately forty five minutes since Behati arrived at the Kim's residence, and already she was feeling a bit exhausted. She had gotten a call from Jasmine, on her way out, about needing help to drag Sam from his room and to the party that was about to take place soon. Now, she stood with one heel tapping impatiently, and a hand positioned on her hip.

    XXXXThey were going to be late. Sam was going to make them all late.

    XXStaring at his door, she anticipated for it to open and to see Sam clothed in whatever overdressed, outerwear his sister forced him to wear. But, he didn't and Bea can just imagine her friend on the other side passing back and forth, anxiety hitting him faster than a speeding bullet.

    XXShe felt bad. Really bad. She knew that he didn't want to go, but to some degree Bea wanted him to have one night to enjoy for the sake of memories. It was one party that he had to attend, neither Bea or Jasmine asked for anything more. Bea knew that Jasmine loved her brother tremendously, if she didn't than she wouldn't be going through any trouble dealing with Sam's stubbornness, and Bea wouldn't be there counting down the minutes until she would finally be getting her groove on.

    XXXFifteen minutes passed, and with an exasperated eye roll Bea looked to Jasmine simultaneously jerking her head towards the door as if to say, "go get your brother." Jasmine made no hesitation as Bea watched the petite girl step up to the closed door, eyes peeking through its tiny slits, "Come on Sam," she called, "just let us see."

    XXAt that, there was a click followed by an audible creak as the door swung open and out stepped Sam, careful with each step he took as if he emerged a jester waiting to be laughed at. But, there was only Jasmine and Behati's eyes who saw, and Bea found herself gaping at Sam longer than should be. Her eyes trailing from his black sneakers, noticeably buffed, to his jeans, and his silk shirt its zipper left open revealing a perfectly set of abs, sculpted in all its glory.

    XXBehati knew that Samuel was good looking, but she wasn't the one to praise him for it. His warm personality was reason to forget his physical attributes, and for Bea that was enough. They've been best friends long enough for her to forget that alongside his amiable personality there was a fitted Sam standing before her. Witnessing it brought mixed feelings to Bea uncalled for, and it wasn't long before she felt Jasmine's eyes on her including Sam who gazed up at her from the floor. His dark eyes were pleading for Bea to snap at Jasmine for dressing him, like some Ken doll. But, a part of her also wanted to hug and thank Jasmine for dressing him up, like quote on quote 'some Ken doll.'

    XXFinally, Bea managed to clear her throat, "Jasmine's right, Sammy. You look handsome." Taking a step closer to him, she tugged playfully at his shirt and added, "Are you sure I'm not the Duff in this relationship?" Referencing a well-known movie, her Hazel eyes looked up, greeting him with an honest smile.

    XXSam's dark orbs meet his best friend's for a couple of beats before falling to the wooden floor underneath his new sneakers, provided by none other than his beloved sister. "Of course not. You look beautiful..." he muttered, the pink tint on his cheeks only increasing with every passing second. But he didn't see the point in arguing anymore. It was two against one and, even if it had just been Jasmine he knows he would have ended up losing, but the fact that Bea was present to back her up only tripled the impossible. Letting a triumphant smile settle on her features, Jasmine took a step back to allow Behati to lift up Sam's courage. It most certainly was a good move to call her over. But now about an hour had passed and if they didn't get a move on they were going to be late.

    XX"Great then, let's go!" she exclaimed with a loud clap of her small hands, taking hold of her purse and car keys. "I still have to pick up Cat!" the petite blonde added in alarm upon seeing the Snapchat notification. There's no doubt in her mind they would be late now, but having been able to convince Samuel to not only join them, but to allow himself to look painfully handsome for a night, was definitely a great victory and one worth being late for. Taking a quick snap of her brother's attire without his knowledge, she quickly sent it a couple of people's way. The battle may be won, but the war isn't over and some extra back up won't hurt.

    To: Jasper, Jenna, Charlie
    MSG: Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
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    XXAfter the text had been sent on it's way, Jasmine made sure to reply to cat with a Snapchat of her own and a quick Adorably beautiful as always! We're heading over to pick you up. before strutting towards the door. Or in Sam's case, to the point of no return. It's not that he had anything against parties, or getting dressed up, but it's no secret Sam is clueless when it comes to socializing and, despite what Jasmine and Bea may insist on, he doesn't believe himself handsome enough to pull off the majority of the clothes Jasmine finds him. The thought of "turning heads", as she so excitedly put it, isn't something Sam tends to do nor is it something he knows how to handle. The only comfort is knowing that he won't be alone at this party and if need be, he'll steal Jasmine's car keys and drive right back home where he should be. She can always find another ride.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant
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Jasmine Kim
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Location: Kim Residence -> Shanks Residence
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Sam held onto the seat belt laying across his chest, terrified for his life. Generally Jasmine is a good driver, but he had forgotten just how lethal she can be behind the wheel when she's in a hurry. "Seriously, the light has been green for like ten hours, what are you even doing!" she protests at the small car in front of them with a couple of honks, earning an exasperated sigh from the boy in the passenger seat. He gives Behati, who's gotten the backseat, an apologetic look on his sister's behalf.

"You know the world isn't going to end if we're a few minutes late." Sam comments, immediately biting the tip of his right thumb in regret. He really shouldn't be the one to talk considering he's the reason they're running behind in the first place, but really it's just a party and no one arrives on time anyway. Of course, Sam is in no hurry to get there. Jasmine, on the other hand, is gas-pedal friendly. Her eyes, hidden behind round sunglasses, dash across the street before the car makes a sharp turn. "No, but I will get an earful from Cydnee if I don't give her the Cat free time I promised." the small blonde huffs, the screeching of the wheels almost drowning out the last few words as the vehicle comes to an abrupt stop in front of a very lavish residence. Jasmine wastes no time to pull out her phone and send Cat a quick text, responding to Jenna's in the process.

To: Kitty Cat
MSG: I'm outside! If you hurry we can stop somewhere to get some ice cream! :)

To: Jenna
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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Kim Residence -> Shanks Residence
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Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Sam unbuckles the safety belt and transfers himself to the backseat. Bea is probably already exhausted from having to keep up with Jasmine so it's only fair he saves her the struggle of having to keep up with Cat too. He wiggles carefully into the seat, still just as uncomfortable in the clothing as when he first put them on, giving Bea a pained look in the process because in a way his suffering is also her fault. His shirt is now zipped up to just bellow his collar bone and tucked into the black jeans, which he's convinced will explode off of his body if he makes any sudden movements, leaving little to no space for his phone.

As if on gueue, the device begins to buzz uncontrollably the second he sets it on the seat beside him. He picks it up, reading Charlotte and Jenna's messages back to back, his cheeks quickly tinting pink and eyebrows flying up at their content. There's no need for him to wonder how they know what he looks like, this is obviously Jasmine's doing. He can feel the subtle heat in his cheeks increase tenfold and his heart seems to stop for a good minute the moment Jasper's name pops up along with the rest. Out of all the people she could have messaged! Not a word about Sam's growing and most likely unrequited feelings towards the jock have ever left his mouth, but Jasmine has always been exceptionally skilled at reading him. There's no doubt in his mind that she has caught on by now and while part of him is relieved, the other part really wishes she hadn't, precisely because of situations like these.

Sam's dark and rounded eyes shoot upwards to meet his sister's in the rear view mirror, his cheeks now a pair of ripe tomatoes and his tone low and distressed. "Why are you like this?". The feeble protest only earns him a giggle from the girl in the driver's seat, who is clearly very proud of her actions.

"You're welcome!"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim
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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cydnee's Outfit
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Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cat's Outfit
Cydnee considered trying to get ready while Cat was still in her bedroom, but she knew that was going to be more trouble than it was worth. The energetic redhead would either insist on trying to do Cydnee's makeup for her, or if Cydnee left her vanity unattended for even a minute, she was sure that Cat would find her way into her expensive stuff and somehow find a way to ruin it. Instead, Cydnee opted to walk her downstairs. She didn't specifically tell Cat to get out, because she wasn't that stressed out where she needed to be rude, but also because she knew Jasmine would get there eventually to pick her up, but forcing her into the foyer of the Shanks home was the closest she could get to doing just that. "Don't be touching your face like that. You know that's bad for your skin, don't you?" she said, doing her best not to sound snappy as she watched the girl glide her fingers over the highlighter on her cheekbones. Not only was people touching their faces a pet peeve of Cydnee's (because she was one of those people who hated the idea of people letting their dirty hands cause breakouts on their skin), but she didn't want the girl to somehow mess up the makeup. Even if Cat didn't ask her to redo it, Cydnee would feel compelled to do so, because anyone who walked out of her door with a face of makeup was a reflection of her. Doing a bad job (even if it wasn't her fault), would only make her bad, and in turn, possibly deter future clients from inquiring.

"My hands are clean!" Cat insisted, though she did drop her hand back to her side. "I just wanted to make sure you made my face shimmery too!" she insisted, though with the setting spray that Cydnee had sprayed on her, little of the makeup even came off when she touched her face, so she still felt half-convinced of it, even as she peered into one of the mirrors on the wall to confirm that the highlighter was there. "Are you sure that you don't want to just come with me and Jasmine and everyone else now? You can sit on Sam's lap if there's no room in the car. He won't mind! You don't wanna be late!" she chirped, though she was barely even listening to herself speak as she opened up videos on Snapchat of people she followed. As she was watching a Snap, she got a text from Jasmine, saying that the girl was already waiting outside. "She's here! You're really, really, really sure that you don't want to come?"

Cydnee was glad that Jasmine had arrived, and was also glad that she had informed a staff member to be expecting the girl's car shortly, so that the gates to the residence were already open for her to drive through, shortening the amount of time she had to wait even more. "I don't have an ounce of makeup on," she said, as if Cat were stupid to even think she would possibly say yes to leaving now given that. "Just go, I'll see you when I get there, okay?" she said, holding the front door open for the girl. She liked Cat, but she liked her in small doses. Too much, and she was a headache waiting to happen. "And keep those damn hands away from your face!" she chastised once more, as the girl was heading out.

"Okay, okay!" Cat called out to Cydnee, as she did her best to run carefully in her heels out to Jasmine's car. She assumed that she was going to have to sit in the back seat, but her face lit up when she spotted the passenger's seat empty, and she quickly took the opportunity to round the car and claim the seat as her own. She didn't even question why it was empty when Sam and Bea were in the car too, instead basking in the happiness of getting to sit next to Jasmine, but with all of them in the same car, overall. "Hi people!" she gleamed when she slid in, shutting the door behind her. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty! Even you, Sam!" she said, and it wasn't because she meant that Sam naturally looked unattractive, but more-so because she considered "pretty" to be a feminine adjective, and felt the need to clarify.

When Cat was outside, Cydnee quickly shut the door behind her and returned to her bedroom. She read Aaliyah's text along the way, and smirked at it, though she was sure her cheeks grew hotter at the sight of it, too. Aaliyah was the only person who knew that she had a very unexpected thing for Juliette Arnault. It was a crush that Cydnee wasn't necessarily proud of. Juliette was a spoiled brat, who wasn't smart or kind or anything else that would be somewhat admirable in Cydnee's book. It was the way that she was so easy to bother, and get a reaction out of, that probably enhanced the fun that she hand bothering Juliette, but she always felt more than just amusement when she provoked and teased the Royal. She didn't want to have a crush on her, but it was one of those crushes that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried. While she had come to terms with the unwanted feelings by now, what made the matter all the more difficult was that she couldn't stop being mean to Juliette. Even if the snarkiness was only meant playfully (or at least some times it was only meant playfully), Juliette was so sensitive that Cydnee knew that the girl disliked her, and Cydnee had too much pride to stop antagonizing her and try to approach the crush aspect of their relationship in a way that had any possibility of actually panning out in her favor. It was... complicated to say the least, and she knew that Aaliyah knew that too, which was why she had to respond back in the way that she did.

To: Leah
You don't get cousin of the year award til she's sitting on my lap... or... elsewhere... and definitely not in the seat next to me. Sorry boo, if you're good enough you'll keep trying for your favorite cousin tho <3

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Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky
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R H I A N N O N . P R I N S L O O

"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
woman you go to war beside,
the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin


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"Life is short and unpredictable,
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~ Anonymous


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If there's one thing that Rhiannon knew about Roman was that he was an ass, hot, but an asshole nonetheless. So, it was no surprise that when she opened the door to an indifferent Roman, he stared back acknowledging very little of the babe that was Rhiannon Prinsloo. He had his fair share of girls that came and went, some that were a little harder than others to rid, but Rhia became a nice boost to his reputation. Young, wild, enigmatic, and insanely gorgeous, so who wouldn't want to be the lucky guy to say they banged Buckley's bad ass chick? Surely, Roman was that lucky guy enough to say he did. The two had "no strings attached" sex two.. three times within the last semester, so to say that Roman hadn't gotten her to bed would be an understatement. Nevertheless, they were friends, they were able to have a normal functioning conversation without having the urge to rip at each others clothes. At least that's what Roman was getting at when he referred to Rhiannon with his utmost, bullshitted ass formality as he brushed passed her, "Good evening, Miss Prinsloo." The greeting was enough for Rhiannon to roll her eyes, shutting the door after him. What a poser. Rhiannon knew damn well that if they weren't in the graces of Casper's home they'd be shoving tongues down each other's throats long before she opened the door for him.

"You mentioned pizza?" Rhiannon followed him to the kitchen where she found him rummaging through cabinets in dire need of something strong, an alcoholic beverage that would make him unconscious to his problems. And the long swig he took from one of Casper's step dad's Corona was enough to give Rhiannon a sign that something was wrong besides Roman's usual bitchiness mood that either she or Casper had to deal with. Something was off, and Rhiannon wanted to find what that something was. They had sex, sure, but can you blame a girl for caring the very least? She watched him lean over the counter, locking eyes with her on the other side of the room with one hand on her hip and a heel out; Rhiannon's infamous, defiant stance that meant she was business. "And where has my wife ran off to?" And then there was the finger tapping of his glass. As Rhiannon assumed, something had the princess distraught.

She walked towards him until they were both leaning over the counter. Face to face, Rhiannon could feel Roman's breath hot as it tingled her cheeks, and it was then when she really saw the color in his eyes. "You mean the pizza I had not ordered for you?" The corners of her mouth lifting into a mischievous smile, "Don't worry it'll be here shortly, and your 'wife' is upstairs getting dressed for the party no one had any business telling him, but don't worry" She leaned in closer to him, pressing her lips against his ear in a whisper "that leaves time for you and I to...chat." The distraction was enough for Rhiannon to successfully seize the beer for herself, purposely locking fingers with Roman in the process before taking a quick chug at his drink.

Catching her breath, she pried the bottle away from her lips and examined the content in her hands before turning her focus back to Roman. "Now talk, what's gotten you all worked up?" She gasped, "Don't tell me it's your shark week?" Pouting, she blinked her eyes at him once.


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The look Sam was giving Bea was priceless as he joined her in the back. She watched, amused as he strained to buckle his seat belt, his clothes looking a little to suffocating in various areas. For a second Bea worried that if he moved another muscle, his clothes might rip for being too tight. The thought of him loosing a button or two made Bea bite down on her bottom lip, suppressing herself before she exploded into fits of laughter. Still, seeing Sam struggle a bit was dorkishly adorable. He was dorkishly adorable in ways that Bea often had to look away at times ignoring the desire to reach across and ruffle his hair just to get him riled up, or better yet sink low in utter embarrassment.

A few moments in the car passed before Bea thought it was necessary to text her sister to see where she was at. She hadn't seen Rhiannon before Dad dropped Bea off at the Kim's residence due to her car being in maintenance at the shop. So, what better time would it be to text her now when Jas was driving to pick up Cat?

TO: Rye-Rye
YO! Where you at?


She examined the display as it informed Bea that her sister quickly read it within a few seconds it was sent.

From (1/2): Rye-Rye
At the corner of happy and healthy.

From (2/2): Rye-Rye
Kidding... I'm at Casper's.


Casper. The name was not foreign to Bea. She knew him well enough to know that he and Rhiannon were an inseparable pair, and he was nothing but trouble. He was always at the Prinsloo's house visiting Rhiannon of course; however, bringing up the devil's name in vain brought back the past Bea wished to never repeat. They almost kissed last semester at a party, or he was the one to almost kiss her. As if it was yesterday, the memories of what happened three months ago still linger, the talking, the "getting to know each other" without the presence of Rhiannon taking Casper on some wild espionage. That night made Bea realize that Casper was genuinely a nice guy whether the rumors were true, he seemed to be interested in her. That was until, without a warning, he leaned his head towards Bea almost immediately, and it was then when she could smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. He was as she least expected, wasted. Feeling embarrassed, ashamed she lightly pushed him away and walked off leaving a drunken Casper behind to flirt with some other poor girl who got their hopes up a little too quickly. She hadn't talked to Casper since. He'd go one way and Bea turned a heel to the opposite direction, but the fact that he continued on with his life as if nothing happened is what had hurt her the most. Casper was supposed to be her first kiss, and Bea knows for a fact that he was too wasted to remember ever talking with her, but she remembers clearly, and the worst part is she lived her life knowing that he thought of her nothing more than Rhiannon's baby sister, like everyone else at Buckley. Still, can you blame a girl for having the littlest crush on the school's bad boy? Although, she is aware where her boundaries lie, all of which don't involve Casper.

Hearing Sam's voice is what brought her back to reality, "Why are you like this?" He was talking to Jasmine of course, but there it was again, the pained side glances that he was giving Bea. She raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling a bit, "Hey, don't give me that look as if this was all my fault."

A few minutes pass, and they were outside of Cat's home not long before the little red head bounced in the passenger seat acknowledging everyone's attire until her eyes rested on Sam, she did a double take. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty," she beamed, " Even you, Sam!"

Bea returned the expression, "Thank you Kitty Cat, you look beautiful as well." She looked towards Sam as if to say, 'I told you, so', sticking her tongue out in the process.

The rest of the car ride had been quiet until Bea had overheard a familiar song on the radio, its funky tune was barely audible until Bea reached over for the volume tuner and turned it up to Max. She gasped, her eyes gleaming with excitement "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!" The song was Love Me Right by Exo, and immediately Bea started to match her body to the beat, her head dropping at every bass as she sang the lyrics out loud. She looked to Sam grooving her shoulder against his, "C'mon Kim, let loose."

People outside made no hesitation to rubberneck at the blonde vigorously whipping her hair left to right as they drove past. Bea was sure she was making a fool out of herself, but she didn't care if it meant that she'd crack a smile out of Samuel.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Jeanette R. Abategiovanni Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous


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Behati's Outfit here
Location Bronson residence
Dialogue color darkred

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The music thumped at Behati's heart vigorously. It's variations produced a bass loud enough to leave her even the most remotely deaf. The thought was exhilarating. The party was exhilarating. She enjoyed the sight of different cliques banding together in a moment of rejoice. It made her heart swell with just the tiniest bit of hope that the students of Buckley school can finally join hands in a game as they run around the camp bonfire singing 'Old McDonald'. Of course, the copper liquid that she held in her plastic cup was reasons for giving the free spirit fictitious visions. She took another sip, its strong, metallic taste burning her throat. She scrunched her nose in repugnance, looking up at the Senior who persuaded her with the revolting drink.

"Wow that's strong, what is this?" she wiped at her mouth with the sleeve of her leather jacket.

The guy pursued his lips, amused at Bea's expression. Clearly, Bea was oblivious when it came to liquor. Taking a look at the Junior, he could tell that she was only able to handle the amateur beverages, like beer and probably a sip or two of wine during special occasions. "Hennessy. It's state of the art. Five shots will leave you flying on cloud nine." Noticeably, the guy recognized that Behati was attractive. If he was lucky, maybe she would take up his offer in drinking more Hennessy and perhaps he'd get lucky with her tonight.

Behati pushed the cup his way shaking her head, "That's a cloud I'd rather not be on, thanks, but no thanks."

"Oooh, come on, Chica." he moved closer stinking of cheap cologne and domestic cigarettes as he broke off the personal bubble Behati had obviously bordered between them, "Live a little." She ignored him as she reached for her cell sounding with a notification of a text. She examined it was from Sam.

FROM: Sam-I-Am
Help D':


The message was more than enough to send Bea into a frenzy as she ventured out in search of her friend. "Thanks for the sample!" she called out to the guy who she was clueless to believe was only trying to get her into a bed, or better a closet, and squeezed her way through half-naked bodies pressed against one another. The sight was nauseating. Clearing, there are rooms they could go to, but they'd rather do their business right in the middle of everything. It was beyond disgusting, and if Bea wasn't on a hunt for Sammy at that very moment she would sure as hell wouldn’t hesitate to yell for the couples to get a room.

Just as she expected, she found Sam in the middle of the dance floor looking the very least comfortable as he grasped a red cup in his hands, his knuckles turning white, trying his hardest not to make eye contact with the little ratchet forcing herself onto him. Bea watched as the girl ran her fingers through his hair simultaneously trailing a finger nail meeting his zipper of his shirt all while leaning down to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

Bea had seen enough.

Feeling the drink kicking in a bit, she stumbled as she made her way towards them before catching her balance onto Sam. "What do we here?" Taking one good look at the trash that stood before her, her face concealed with the works and wonders of Dollar Tree makeup, a skirt that was short enough at the unsuccessful attempt to show the ass she didn't have. Not much to show in the cleavage department either with the halter top. Bea recognized the girl very well, she was the kind who enjoys hanging behind the dumpster of Walmart. Of course, when they mention being the store at the 'corner of happy and healthy' at least STD-infected hoes are included with every purchase as well.

Because that's exactly what Bea was meeting eyes with.

The girl matched Bea's expression, eyeing her up and down with a disgusted look on her face, "And YOU are?" Bitch? Excuse you.

Without thinking, Bea interlaced fingers with Sam, ignoring the fact that his hand had fit perfectly in hers. Warm, and undeniably soft just as predicted. She ignored the fact that he was probably beet red at that very moment, and at that very moment she had to prevent herself from getting sweaty palms for touching Sam. She just could not handle his attractive quirks right now. "His girlfriend."

Lie.

There are so many ways this could have gone. Bea could have simply told the girl to fuck off from her friend, or simply drag Sam away without Bea having to be referred to as his girlfriend. Although, the thought of ever being Sam's girlfriend released butterflies in her stomach. Now saying it aloud, only there weren't butterflies in her stomach, there were fire breathing dragons. Perhaps, it was the alcohol talking. Nevertheless, Bea squeezed his hand for reassurance not only for his sake, but for hers as well because at that very moment her heart was racing at the speed of light, and realizing that Samuel Ren Kim was the reason.

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"Photography is a way of feeling,
of touching, of loving. What you have
caught on film is captured forever…
It remembers little things, long after you
have forgotten everything."
~ Aaron Siskind


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Samuel's Outfit here
Location Bronson residence
Dialogue color #e6e600

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If the sweat drops sliding down his back aren't enough to tell Sam he's the most uncomfortable he's ever been, the turning in the pit of his stomach sure is. This nameless girl in front of him, with big and beautiful eyes, is looking at him as if he were the last piece of meat on the supermarket stand. Any attempt he makes at walking away are interrupted by a brush of his hand or tug of his shirt and, regardless of how much he doesn't want anything with her, Sam isn't the kind to come right out and say it.

Which is why the muffled sound of Behati’s voice is like music to his nearly deafened ears. His shoulders visibly relax, only to tense right back up again as slender fingers are laced with his. He hears Bea’s words as they leave her mouth but it takes a few beats for them to register. As the thought settles in his cheeks simultaneously tint an even darker shade of red, something he didn't think possible. The girl eyes him skeptically, as if waiting for him to call Bea out on a lie, but all he can do is stare back; wide-eyed and confused beyond belief. His lips and tongue can't seem to coordinate and form words and his limbs are stock still, his fingers subconsciously latching onto Bea’s in search of reassurance.

”You hadn't mentioned a girlfriend.” the girl, who hasn't even thought to share her name, protests. Sam bites at the corner of his lower lip, thinking of the nicest way possible to say that she never so much as gave him a chance.
Because I’m not, is what Bea should have told the girl instead she waited for Sam to speak first. She hoped that he would be the first to let the girl know that yes, he was off limits, but when he didn’t Bea cleared her throat and spoke for him. ”You didn’t give him a chance to,” again, Bea squeezed Sam’s hand, ”from what I saw you practically threw yourself at him.”

The girl was silent as she stared from Bea to Sam, then back to Bea with a look of annoyance before finally huffing out loud, ”Whatever.” she muttered, staggering away from them in search of a new toy to play with.

Bea hadn’t realized the breath she was holding in until she saw the girl disappear into the mass of bodies. She exhaled a little loudly than expected before finally turning to face Sam with a crooked smile plastered on her face, ”Well, that got rid of her.”

Realizing she hadn’t let go of Sam’s hand, she let hers drop to her side, her heart doing the same before clearing the lump in her throat, ”I’m going back to the party.” Walking away, she turned back to shoot Sam a concerned look, her head cocked to one side, ”Think you can manage?”

Sam really should have spoken up for himself, but as it happens everytime he's in a nerve wracking situation, his words never formed. A small part of him felt bad for the girl that has just walked away, because he really should have been straightforward with her from the beginning, but what's done is done and there's really no point in moping about it now. His shoulders slowly drop, eyes searching for Bea’s while she makes sure she's alright. She always has, and though Sam has never uttered the words out loud, he doesn't know what he would do without her. Ignoring the heat settled in his cheeks and heart racing a mile a second, he nods.

”I need to find Jazz before she breaks something. ..or someone.” he notes, only now realizing that his petite sibling is not with Bea either. He makes to walk away and leave Bea to do as she pleases, considering he's already bugged her more than necessary for one night, but quickly pivots his heels on a thought.

”Thank you” the few words coupled with a genuine smile of gratitude should be more than enough to let the blonde know Sam is beyond grateful. Not only for tonight, but for all the previous nights and nights to come.

Leaving her on that thought he quickly fishes for his phone, with great difficulty, and searches for Jenna’s name in hopes of locating Jasmine.

To: Jenna
MSG: Where are you? And have you seen my sister? If I don't find her soon she might get herself arrested.




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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Bronson Residence
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88

Adrien wanted to protest Ari leaving, be he figured that doing so might make it seem like he wanted her there for the wrong reasons. Obviously they were friends; more than friends, actually, but not to an extent where it wouldn't be weird for him to beg to retain her company. He did want her to stay for the company aspect, but he also would have been lying if his manhood ego didn't play a role in it. He was convinced that his winning shot deserved an audience, and that somehow, it would be as much as a turnon to her, as it was to his ego, for him to crush Charlotte and Cydnee in defeat. Without her there, his ping pong ball sailing into the last red cup left on the table didn't come with as much pride and joy as it would have, but it was still enough to have him sporting a tauntingly boastful smile as he buffed out his chest in success. "Hope you took notes during that game, Charlie," he teased his sister. "Can't have you making a mockery out of the Arnault name next time you play." He looked to Cydnee then, barely diminishing the cockiness in his attitude as he addressed someone outside of the family. "And Cydnee, thanks for being you. Couldn't have kicked her ass so easily if it wasn't for your solid shots." He left them with that, as the sounds of people shouting about the food having arrived allowed him to feel more at ease with leaving his reputation in that final game for now. However, he had to add, "And you might wanna find better partners if you wanna play without wasting your time," to Danielle as he passed her and headed towards the patio, where the food appeared to be being set up outside.

On his way over, he passed by Bea, who he couldn't tell just by looking at her had just been involved in a minor altercation with another girl. Hey Bea." He had grown up with Bea and the Prinsloo clan back in New York, which was probably the only reason behind the two every interacting, even to this day. Despite their different cliques and personalities, he always liked Bea. She had always seemed like the more down-to-earth Prinsloo, not like Rhia wasn't cool in her own right. "Heard they brought the food out here?" he said curiously, nodding towards the part of the yard closest to the house. "You hungry?"

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos
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B E H A T I . P R I N S L O O

"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous
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Bea Prinsloo stumbled into the party. She was looking bomb asf. She had red lipstick and a skirt that was so flowy and long. She scanned her eyes through the throng of drunk kids until her eyes met with Samuel Kim. She confidently strode in his direction, sashaying her hips from left to right. She grabbed his face in hers and planted a smooch on his lips. She pulled away, smiling, "Happy fourth anniversary, bitch."