Paris was trying to get used to the new aura of Takim Town. It was clearly much different then Paris. Too many fashion-missing people for her taste. Not that many boutiques in this part of town; obviously.

"At leasts that clears the reason this place is beyond a drag." Paris played with the silver rose ring that wrapped around her small fingers. She stared at her French Manicure, and sat down at the edge of the boardwalk. Thinking about how much better it was back at France with her father. Helping him with the new designs for 'Black Butterflies' 2011 Spring Collection.

Here is Takim Town wasn't as High-life and luxuries; well simply not in northern part. Paris looked around her; noticing the salty tang of the air. The sounds of the crashing waves, and the sea water that splashed onto her White Ballet Flats. Tucking her Medium length hair behind her ear, Paris stood up, and walked away; towards her European Scooter.

"Can't wait to head over to Starbucks... I'm in serious need of a Chocolate Latte..." She hopped onto her Scooter, and speed off, leaving nothing but a dust cloud behind her.

Stella sat by the window, waiting patiently for Paris's Arrival while she drank her De-Caf Mocha Latte; and holding Paris's scorching hot Chocolate Latte with Whipped Creme. As she sipped from her cup, she read the latest of Seventeen her favorite magazine. And another copy of Cosmo Magazine for Paris.

Checking her diamond encrusted watch, she glanced over at the window of the Cafe, wondering when Paris and her frilly little white Marilyn Monroe dress she loved, and her dainty little white ballet flats that complimented her ballet dancer look. The thought of Paris made Stella laugh. Paris always dressed herself to make it look like what she really was; one of the most graceful Ballet dancers.

With an aggravated and impatient sigh, she took another sip of her mocha, and flipped the magazine cautious not to make her sea green nail-polish didn't get ruined in the process.

Paris sauntered in with her dress dancing each step she took towards Stella. She loved the feeling of all the eyes that was suddenly on her. She liked the way they looked astonished by her looks. Paris flipped her hair, and walked with a bit more swagger and pep in her step. She waved to Stella, while noticing the eyes that were on her moved over to Stella. Which meant to Paris, they wanted to know more about her, and her life.

Paris sighed with relief, "Just like back at home. Eyes still on me." She flashed her famous, warm smile, and sat down in front of Stella, taking her coffee, and sipping it with her pinky up... a little habit she picked up from her Father.

"Stella...! I'm so happy you followed me here." She put the cup down, and folded her hands on the table, tapping her french-manicured finger on the table top, "I hope it was no problem. I kind of noticed there is a lot of fashion-missing people here in Takim Town. But everything here is so cute. It's to die for isn't it?!"

Paris had one thought imprinted in her head, 'Don't ruin my joy, with your pitiless cold heart, Stella...'

Stella shrugged, "This isn't my favorite town. France is way better." Stella pretty much predicted Paris's next move; A pout of disappointment. But here in Takim Town is sort of a bore. Nothing too special about it. It's like every other town she's been too... France truly is better than this to her.

She put the magazine down, and gave Paris her Cosmopolitan. She sipped her coffee, and sat there debating to herself whether she wanted to order a blueberry muffin or chocolate chip. "Understandably, here; we don't have to hide the fact that we aren't humans to the individuals that are. But I truly don't like it here. It's a bore. Nothing special. I expected something better here in the southern part since it's Downtown, and we're city girls, but there isn't a change of mood here for me. Blueberry or Chocolate?"

Stella said what she had to say, then offered her question; not wanting to decide on her own. And mainly because she wanted Paris to focus on the question then the whole speech. That should explain why she said the question last, and not first. That'll be the last thing she would remember... right?

Wrong. Paris didn't focus on the question. Her mind was stuck on the fact that Stella barely even got around, and she's already criticizing the town. Paris pouted, and mumbled, "How could you already dislike this place? You just got here!"

Paris grabbed the magazine, and crossed her legs, "This conversation is getting as bad as a pair of $14 non-designer Jeans from Wal-Mart, Stella. So not icy. That's bogus than anything else." She sipped the coffee. And opened the magazine, flipping through it miserably, and restlessly, "Stella, your such a social-surge bug terminator. You ruined my mood for sure."

She sighed and shook her leg restlessly. Sipping her coffee, and flipping through the magazine, "Chocolate Chip for me, and Blueberry for you. I know how much you want to try to keep fit for your modeling contract. Models don't eat chocolate." She looked up at her, with semi-cruel, semi-playful eyes. The joke was meant to be bitter, and heartless, but light-hearted and funny at the same time.

"Anyways... I want to burn off some 'Black Butterfly' stress. Want to hit the hot springs tomorrow? I heard it's the best place to go to when you're being over worked."

She sat up, and put the magazine down. Paris put her elbow on the table, and rest her chin in the palm of her hand, waiting for Stella's either A) Completely selfish reply or B) the reply Paris was preferably looking for.

"Hot springs...?" Stella sat there and thought about it. That sort of sounded interesting. Never had that in France before. The only stress-relief thing she knew about was the Spa, not a Hot Spring.

"Sounds cool... Guess I'll go then." Stella nodded and flipped to the next page of Seventeen Magazine, "What should we bring? Is it sort of like a Spa or something?"

Stella froze, "Oh hell no... don't tell me it's some sort of tourist attraction. I hate tourist attractions. I HATE tourists. They drive me insane. I'm not going through all that. I don't want to be known as some low-life walking into someone elses to word. I have a reputation to keep, and so do you Perri. You can't be skipping from one tourist attraction to the next. Don't welcome yourself here."

"A true French diva like us, need to be welcomed in. I will not step foot into a single tourist attraction. Not this time, not ever."

Thea sat down by the board walk silently, and quietly staring out to the shimmering endless waters of the ocean.

Thea sat in the hot waters of the clear steamy hot spring. She leaned back and let all her stress out. Not letting a single soul bother her in her 'me' moment.

Thea wondered around the area of the Ruins, marveled by everything that surrounded her.

(oops double post)

Wandering around the forest, Thea found herself deep in thought.

(double post ;p)

"it's so beautiful here . . . " thought Thea.

"Maybe I should head over somewhere to eat... I'm starving..."