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Sierra Lewis

"Hakuna Matata! It means no worries for the rest of your days."

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a character in “Fulton University: Rush Week Begins”, as played by IgnorantApathy

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"Make dark things beautiful and beautiful things dark."
Just Dance: Lady Gaga || What The Hell: Avril Lavigne || We Can't Stop: Miley Cyrus || Roar: Katy Perry || Die Young: Ke$ha




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Name:
Sierra Lewis
"You look great today!"

Nicknames:
Most simply call her Sierra, but close friends and family prefer SiSi
"What's your name, sweetie?"

Age:
19
"Young until I say otherwise."

Gender:
Female
"Go on, dare to stereotype me."

Birth Date:
3rd August
"Best day of the year, biatch!"

Sign:
Leo
"Roar like a lion."

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
"Aha, unless I'm drunk."

Ethnicity:
Swedish
"You're a bit nosy, aren't you?"

Major:
Sculptural & Classic Art
"It's a whole lot harder than it looks, hunni."

Minor:
Fashion Textiles
"These questions are boring, get to the good ones already."




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Childhood/Family Life:
Sierra was born into what she remembers to be a relatively happy family. Her parents were forceful and demanding but there were very seldom arguments between them. They had been sweethearts at high school, marrying and having kids young. Being the typical jock and cheerleader, they wanted nothing more than for Sierra to follow in their footsteps. This seemed like a long-shot due to how shy Sierra was, but they signed her up for the cheerleading team nonetheless. Sierra, not daring to go against her parents, did as they asked and turned up to the try-out. She didn't make it in, much to her relief and her parent's shame, but did somehow manage to make friends with one of the other girls (Hailey) who were trying out; none of which got in. In what felt like the blink of an eye, they were best friends. This friendship continued until they were 16, when Sierra was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and was told that there was little chance that someone as young as her would survive it. Sierra stopped talking to Hailey and broke up with her boyfriend at the time, Daniel, who had been her first love. She fought it for a year or so until she was given the news from her doctor that she had beat it. She was never the same afterwards; having developed an entirely different outlook on life. She became defiant to her parents, partying, smoking and dressing in very abstract ways. She wanted to spend every moment of her life enjoying herself. The one thing that didn't change, however, and that was her kindness. She was still respectful to others and refused to share an opinion if she felt that it would be hurtful. Unless, of course, she strongly disliked the person. It takes a lot to gain the hatred of Sierra, but some manage to. She stayed in school despite her new ways, managing to get great grades so that she could attend Fulton University.



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Quirks//Habits//Oddities:
Smoking when stressed || Biting lip when concentrating || Outfits reflect her mood || Makes most of her outfits herself

Personality:
{Kind} {Careless} {Passionate} {Detached} {Trustworthy} {Impulsive} {Intelligent} {Secretive} {Energetic} {Impatient} {Friendly} {Sarcastic}
Sierra is an expressive girl who finds it hard to say how she feels. She keeps a guard up, as though she were protecting herself. She feels no reason to protect herself but instead to protect others. Because of this, she uses her creativity and portrays her emotions via her outfits. Not many would notice, but those who do tend to be very close to her. It's rare for her to truly let someone in, usually only putting on the act as though she had. It takes a lot for her to completely trust someone due to trust issues that she fails to understand herself. She's also very strong, being more than capable of controlling herself and her actions, despite what some may think due to her partying ways. She's stubborn; knowing exactly what she wants and refusing to quit until she gets it.

Most would describe her as lovely due to her kindness and manners, but none of those people would be someone she dislikes. Sierra becomes a completely different person when she finds that she doesn't like someone; treating them completely differently than she would anyone else. However, she can also list many reasons for her distaste for this person. In no way would she bully them, finding that cruel and so far past the line that it appears to be only a dot, but she
certainly wouldn't be fake nice. She would simply avoid the person as much as possible, but not hold back to tell them why she dislikes them if they were to ask. Not being a fan of bitching, she tries her best not to list these reasons to anyone other than the person. She's an honest person, finding it very hard to lie and also being extremely bad at doing so. Even so, she is still willing to lie about her past in order to avoid pity. She can also be quite hard to impress as she finds things such as chocolates and flowers dull and unimaginative, preferring meaningful gifts to pointlessly expensive ones.

Life philosophy:
"The trick is to enjoy life. Don't wish away your days, waiting for better ones ahead." Marjorie Pay Hinckley



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❤ Socialising
❤ Being active
❤ Flirting
❤ Meeting new people
❤ Anything and everything colourful
❤ Having fun
❤ Being different
❤ Art

✘Being told what to do
✘ Fakes
✘ Laziness
✘ Pressure
✘ Hot weather
✘ Rumours
✘ Bullying
✘ Arrogance

Greatest joys in life:
Her greatest joy in life, over all, has to be art. She loves making sculptures, painting and creating her own outfits. Having never been very good with words, she communicates through her creations that she takes a lot of pride in. Sierra has also always loved keeping fit, despite her failure to get into the cheerleading team in high school, and enjoys going on runs in the morning and working out from time to time. She doesn't really do it for the healthy side of things, her drinking and smoking getting in the way of that, but instead because she likes the feeling. Partying enough to call it a hobby of sorts, Sierra has become more than accustom to the party lifestyle and loves every moment of it. She also has an addiction to gummy bears, them being her favourite food. She doesn't have them that often, though, only when she does something that she feels deserves a reward.

Greatest fears:
Her greatest fear is that the cancer will come back. She's not afraid of dying in some freak accident or anything like that, but is certainly afraid of dying in a hospital. Sierra is known for making sure that she enjoys every single day so that she would die having fun and doing what made her happy and that would be impossible to do in a hospital bed. She is also afraid of falling in love because of what happened with her first and only love Daniel. She only sleeps with players so that she can assure herself that they both have the same intentions and is quick to friend zone all other guys.




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Thoughts on Greek Life:
Having fallen in love with the Zeta Nu Delta sorority immediantly, she had barely even taken notice of the others at first. As time went on, however, she soon learnt of the kind of people in the others. She loves the Greek system because of how easy it makes it to find people with similar interests and opinions to you, but also dislikes how it seperates different people. She finds the divide between the houses silly and refuses to involve herself in it as she believes that it really just is not worth the drama that is has created. That having been said, Sierra tends to avoid Alpha Theta Pis as she simply just does not like them. She will not allow herself to become a victim of their backstabbing and cruel ways. She has no problems with the other houses, and tends to interact with them a lot.

Plans for after college:
Sierra isn't sure of what she wants to do after graduation, preferring to live in the moment and enjoy herself. She doesn't really have a plan, having chosen her majors because they are what she is passionate about. She is no fool, however, and knows that she will have to come up with something soon.



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Build:
Standing at 5'4ft, Sierra is relatively small. With a slim and fit hourglass figure, she weighs 118lbs.

Hair Colour:
Her current hair colour is blonde but as her hair is a big part of her outfits, it changes with her mood. In order to keep it as undamaged as possible, she tends to wear extensions and wigs.

Eye Colour:
Green

Distinguishing Marks:
A surgical scar across the bottom of her neck from having her thyroid gland removed.

Style:
Sierra's style is very out there and different, varying from cybergoth to classic punk. Her outfits can go from angelic to rebellious in a day. Most the time, she dresses quite casually but mixes it up with piercings, chains and an interesting hair style.



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FC:
Kerli

Singing voice:
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Dialogue colour:
#9A62AD

Roleplayer:
IgnorantApathy

So begins...

Sierra Lewis's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elysia Hanta Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Karma Cohen Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Sebastian Collins Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Christian Ambrosia Character Portrait: Alexandri Evans Character Portrait: Thatcher Nieuwveld Character Portrait: Antonio Juarez Character Portrait: Bennett Atkins Character Portrait: Emerson Kim Character Portrait: Daniel Beake Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Kyle Jagger Character Portrait: Emery Ravens Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Paige Jones Character Portrait: Grace Drexler Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Kellin D'amato Character Portrait: Marcus Vanderbilt Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd Character Portrait: Austin Lein Character Portrait: Delilah Young Character Portrait: Addyson Riley Character Portrait: Andrew Drexler

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The campus was alive with excitement, anxiety, nerves, and anticipation. A new school year had begun the second students began moving back onto campus, but now, it finally seemed to hit them. For some, it was their final year at the beloved Fulton University, one of the top universities in the country. For others, it was their first year. Either way, there was a sort of buzz all around campus, a tingle each and every student felt as they greeted this year of opportunities and adventure. And what better way to start it all off than with the one thing on everybody's mind - Rush Week. Granted, these would only be the preliminary rounds, but who knows what could happen on the very first day...






As the track slowly moved to its conclusion and after receiving a nod from one of her favorite radio partners, Naomi officially turned the dial for the sound down, speaking into her microphone clearly with her ever present and rich British lilt. "That was 2 On by Tinashe, the best song of Summer 2014. You heard it here at Fulton U Hot 103.4." Ronnie, or Ronald when he was in their political science class with Dr. Skarsgaard who truly did not care for pleasantries or students, much less, grinned at her making a face at him for pressing one of the controls, which caused a squelching sound appear just after she finished her sentence. He played too much sometimes and she had half the mind to reach over the table of controls that separated them just to swat him on the head, but opted against it. She had to go soon anyway. She rolled her eyes at him before continuing, "This is your girl Nomi, NomiIzMe, and I'm about to turn everything over to my co-host, RonnieB. Don't get forget to holla at your girl at the beautiful Zeta Nu Delta House stand at the 2014 Fulton University Activities Fair. Hope to see you all there." With a mock salute and her favorite mix of India Arie and a beat from DJ Mustard, Naomi spelled her own exit and turned everything over to Ronnie, nodding to him as she set down her headset before exiting the large recording area.

Once outside in the busy hallway, she hoisted her bag over her shoulder and made her way through the crowd, the gold of her Zeta Nu Delta custom-made bracelet catching a glint from the sun, which peeked in through the barely closed blinds of one of the hallway windows. Smirking to herself as she saw a few noticeable freshmen males whispering to themselves and glancing over at her, she twirled a few strands of hair with her pointer finger, shooting them a sultry grin accompanied by a wink before turning the corner. The move was harmless and judging by an exclamation followed by a quiet roar of excitement from where they had, it had the desired effect. She didn't mess around with freshmen guys and never would, but it definitely was fun toying with them. Not that she would ever lead them on or anything of that nature, but flirting was harmless. Besides, she wouldn't be a true Zeta if she didn't have a bit of a flirt in her. A more genuine smile flitted across her face at the thought of her girls and without hesitation, Naomi whipped out her phone to text them just as she pulled into one of the many bathrooms on the first floor to simply check on her image.

To: Zoey, Amelia, Sierra
Omw 2 the booth. 1 of u better b there

Naomi wasn't particularly worried about any of the girls showing up late, she decided, as the text was sent. She had already specified that one of the other sophomores would set up with some of the baked goods Naomi had made the night before. She slid her phone into her back pocket before primping her hair. She had chosen one of her more fun outfits for the day. It was eye-catching enough to remind everyone that she was a fashionable woman, but simple enough to not do too much in. Naomi could be a lot of things, but she wasn't that much of a show-off. Besides, that tomboyish edge was her thing and she always had to make sure it was on point. After reapplying the natural-looking shade of pink lip gloss on her lips and that her hair was still on point, she gave herself one more appraisal before leaving the bathroom and heading out to one of the larger grassy areas of Fulton University, where the Activities Fair was to take place. Every year, the location changed and she actually preferred the area they chose for this year. It was spacious and open, and left room for some of the campus' more physically active organizations to show off. It was like a tame Zeta/Sigma party, except without the booze and heavy grinding. Just a paid DJ and everyone weaning out their favorites.

Once outside, it didn't take her long to get to her booth, which was closer to the Sigma table. She frowned a bit when she didn't see Miles yet and decided to find her favorite Sigma, setting her bag down beside her chosen chair and taking a seat. Folding one smooth leg over the other, she grinned at the Zeta who had watched the table in her absence before pulling out her phone to text Miles and her other best friend.

To: Miles
Slacking on your pres duties?

To: Sam
U better not b sleep

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd

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Zoey had hoped that this year, she would adapt some better habits. While Sam had brazenly suggested she limit how much she drank, she had decided that waking up at a normal hour would be a more attainable goal. Only a few days had passed since she moved back to the Zeta house however, and that goal seemed to fly out the window. She was running late this morning, like usual, and while she rarely stressed about showing up late to a class, today she was frantically trying to get ready for the Activities Fair that had probably already begun.

Sam had promised her last night that he'd come over this morning to wake her up early, so she had put off straightening her hair and ironing the sundress she wanted to wear. Now, as she glanced at the clock, she was certainly regretting it. Her hair was a mess of knotted brunette waves, her closet filled with wrinkled clothes that had been only pulled out of her suitcases a few days ago, and to make matters worse, her phone was nowhere to be found. Even if she wanted to text Sam to yell at him, she couldn't.

"Would someone call my phone?! It literally disappeared!" she shouted as she poked her head out of her bedroom door. Misplacing things was Zoey's specialty but since she hadn't been drinking last night, she was even more annoyed with herself for losing it. Luckily, just as she finished her request for help from the Zetas, she heard her phone beep. She darted towards the source of the sound and after a bit of rummaging, managed to pull it out from underneath her mattress.

After retracting her earlier statement to the other girls in the house, she tossed the phone onto her bed without reading the text she had gotten. She assumed it was Sam, and decided that she would complain to him later, but for now, she had to make herself look half-decent and get out the door. After one last look through her closet, she shimmed out of Sam's sweatpants and the tanktop she had been sleeping in and replaced it with a casual, definitely last-minute, outfit: tiny white jean shorts, a long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of sandals. She did her best to brush out her dark tresses but didn't have enough time to do anything with the loose waves besides brushing them out. She wasn't thrilled with the look but decided to leave anyway. After a countless number of early morning classes, she knew how to rock the "just rolled out of bed" look by now.

She didn't pass any of the other Zetas as she hurried out of the house, but did stop to chat with some familiar faces on her way to the fair. Zoey definitely had more friends than enemies, and her social nature made it almost impossible for her to skip a friendly conversation, even if she knew that she needed to be somewhere else. The normally ten minute walk probably took her around thirty, but luckily, when she arrived, the Zeta booth was occupied by Naomi and at least one or two sophomore girls.

"Blame Sam for making me late," she announced upon arrival. The bitter remark was met with a playful tone and smile, however, as she took a seat next to her best friend. A grin instantly appeared on her face when she spotted the plate of baked goods, but she resisted grabbing one of the delicious-looking brownies on the tray. "That's what smelled so good when I came in last night," she reasoned out loud. She knew that the house had smelled exceptionally sweet when she had come in from helping Sam unpack and organize his room the prior evening. Although Naomi's cooking was always on spot, she would give the freshman a chance to sample the goods before she devoured them. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" she questioned as she glanced at her phone for the first time all morning. She was only then seeing Naomi's text, but obviously didn't need to respond now. However, she did have someone else she needed to text.

To: Sam
Thx for waking me up on time!!!!!!! Best bf ever!!!

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Grace Drexler Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd

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Zoey shook her head but couldn't stop herself from grinning when Naomi referenced how Sam would have to make it up to her later. She was definitely right about that. Zoey's mood wasn't easily dampened, and Sam forgetting to wake her up on time wasn't enough to ruin her day, but it had offset her vibes. Although it would only take seeing his adorable face for a second for her to forgive him, she was getting impatient. He hadn't even responded to her text, nonetheless shown his face yet this morning.

It shouldn't have surprised her when the Beta boys set up camp only a few feet away from the Zeta booth, despite an excessive amount of open space elsewhere. Just like the Alphas, the brother house had to make sure all eyes were on them. In one way, that wasn't horrible - nearly every member of the fraternity was easy on the eyes, but that didn't combat their distasteful personalities. There was no better person to represent the Beta guys than Jack Reynolds himself; the most arrogant and entitled smart ass of them all. As if on cue, the President approached the Zeta booth and didn't waste a moment before unleashing a few jabs at Naomi. They only evoked an eye roll from Zoey, who knew well enough that the back-and-forth digs shared between the two house leaders had more emotions than cattiness behind them. No one else would know enough to sense the sexual tension between the pair (yet, at least) but Zoey had gotten the secret out of Naomi last year. Naomi was her best friend, which meant that Zoey wanted the best for her, and Jack Reynolds certainly was not the best. However, she knew that what the two had wasn't anything serious as of now, and that meant that she didn't feel the need to put a stop to it. Naomi knew better than anyone what Jack's true colors looked like. She would know better than to fall for someone like him.

As Naomi got up and spoke told Jack to excuse himself, she turned her head backwards, scanning the small group of Zeta girls who were setting things up. She couldn't see Amelia and Sierra, which certainly surprised her, as they were two of her favorite Zeta pledges from last year. If Jack hadn't left with a parting cheap-shot to her, she would have inquired about their whereabouts with Naomi. His words caught her off guard though, and she was just happy that Sam wasn't there to hear it. Not only did she know it would have pissed him off, but she also had a feeling that he would have tried to pick a fight with Jack over it, and that wasn't something she wanted to deal with. She had slept with Jack during their freshman year rush week. He was cute, she was drunk, and it just kind of happened. Later she would find out that it was part of a hazing ritual that the Betas encouraged back then, but in the moment, she probably wouldn't have cared even if she knew. She wasn't embarrassed for having slept with him for a couple of reasons. One, he was undeniably attractive. Two, she was wasted, and three, she didn't know how annoying he was at the time. Naomi couldn't use reason three to justify whatever she and Jack were doing.

She nodded in agreement when Naomi muttered something about him being a prick. "Keep that in mind when you consider sneaking off with him tonight after the Jamboree," she said in an equally hushed tone. She was serious but spoke lightly because again, she didn't see Jack as being a big problem right now. She hoped that Naomi still had enough sense to just keep their relationship in bed.

When Miles approached, Zoey smiled softly in acknowledgment but wasn't nearly as excited as Naomi, who nearly jumped onto the boy. She was friends with Miles, but not exceptionally close. He frequently came to her with his girl problems but that was where their relationship ended, usually. There wasn't a lot of depth to it. Seeing his face reminded her of the texting conversation she had had with him a day earlier about Grace, which reminded her of her Alpha friend. She hadn't seen her all morning, which was unusual, seeing that probably all of Elysia's girls besides Grace were already at the booth.

To: Grace Drexler
I expect a hello from you. Come find me :*


After texting Grace, she nodded as Naomi dismissed herself and then glanced back at Miles. "Tell me that you've got something to spike these with at your booth," she said playfully as she grabbed one of the virgin Jello shots from the table.

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Alexandri Evans Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Andrew Drexler Character Portrait: Giselle Elingston-Donaldson

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Naomi laughed fully at Gigi's quick response while Poppy made more of a retort towards her best friend. Naomi had loved their chemistry the second she had met the two and it always served to entertain her. She loved best friends like that - relationships like that. It was a shame Poppy was graduating this year while Gigi stayed, but the two of them would no doubt keep in touch after Poppy walked across the stage. "You guys are so..." Naomi didn't finish as two familiar faces flashed in her peripheral, one a bit closer than the other and already reaching the Theta table. Well, well. If it isn't my little "friend" from orientation. Miss me?" Sebastian Collins asked and Naomi grinned a bit, casting her eyes fully in his direction.

"Of course, love." She could still see him approaching and focused her attention and energy on Sebastian, at least until she could get the kid on the path of exploring the other booths. "Well, if someone would check his school email, he'd know that it's the Activities Fair. Go be productive and check out the booths. There's free food and all you have to do is hear everyone give you crappy information for two minutes." That thing was definitely behind Sebastian now and Naomi, tense already, cast the boy a weary look. And she was serious about calling Alexandri those terms because he didn't deserve to be acknowledged by his name and most of all, he didn't deserve to be anywhere near any of the Greek organizations. He wasn't good enough to be a Beta or a Kappa, and the Sigmas would chew him alive. He never needed to even consider looking at a fabulous Alpha or an intelligent Theta, and he damn sure didn't need to look at her beautiful Zetas. He needed to take the nearest flight back to Russia with his racist, bigoted, narcissistic, rude, insufferable -

Naomi didn't react much when he asked about her name. She simply stared blankly, willing him to get this on with so she could either curse his name to the lowest levels of hell or punch him like her cousin Sonny taught her back in the fifth grade when she was getting bullied, and her Nana had warned that if she came home with one more ripped uniform, the next thing that was going to be ripped was Naomi. Not only was his presence rancid, but the putrid scent of his cigarette floated to her nose, sending a wave of bile to her throat and disgust to her stomach, which she was beginning to think was more because she was in the bastard's presence, but what was she going to say? "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was wrong of me to judge you for the color of your skin and I am truly sorry. I'm not gonna ask for you to forgive me. Just wanted you to know that I feel bad for it."

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit! That was the mantra going on in Naomi's head as she allowed his words to sink in, allowed them to ice over, but not heal the wound she had in her heart where her respect for him as an individual should have been, and she hummed monotonously. Because at the end of the day, those words don't come out, out of nowhere. No, they symbolized deep feelings of hatred and his apology was nothing more than the apology so many black people heard by the late eighties by white individuals they might have been in high school with who realized that if they didn't stop their racist ways, they could be excluded from opportunities that their white privilege would have already afforded him. And Naomi was in her right mind to tell him about himself, and yet...

Why bother? The anger fumed beneath the stony disposition she offered Alexandri, rankling in such a way that she could feel it deep in her bones. She was the youngest and first minority president of a Greek organization at Fulton University, known for being a predominantly white institute. She was in the top 5% of her class and top 10% of the entire school in terms of grade point averages. She was well-liked and she was the mature one in this situation, not this child - and yes, she was going to call him a child despite probably only being a year and some months older than him. The point of the matter is that she would be justified in simply calling him out, in not believing him and turning the little shit away. However, as her Nana and Poppy had taught her, forgiveness was bigger than hatred and her being as hateful as he had been would do no one any good. Besides, she wanted the freshmen to have fun - not him specifically, but all the precious babies - and her blowing up yet again wasn't going to do anything other than sour some people's moods. And she couldn't be the reason why no one came to the Zeta booth.

"Fine," she said with a flippant wave, tone as light as she could make it despite the edge she could feel clawing at her throat. "Pretend it never happened and let bygones be bygones." She didn't want to see Alexandri now and had half the mind to text Miles and Emery to not let them come even remotely near their tables. But she didn't. Naomi gestured to the other booths before saying, "You should go check out the other booths like all the other freshmen. It'll be fun and I'm sure one of them have free booze." That part came out because suddenly, Naomi was in a place where liquor needed to be her best friend or someone needed to play some music she liked. Feeling done with Alexandri, she dismissed him by turning her full attention to her girls, eyes falling more on Giselle for a moment than Poppy. Because she knew. She knew that between the two Thetas, Giselle knew - knew that Alexandri was a full-blown liar and Naomi was two seconds from giving him a shiner if he didn't get the hell away from or, or she didn't go back to her tent. Naomi hadn't even known that Andrew was there and nodded in his direction. Smiling tightly, she decided to bid everyone goodbye, "Alright, loves. Zetas have a lot of snacks if you want anything. I should go back before anyone decides to set out that cheesecake in this heat. See you at the jamboree tonight and you better wear something cute, Poppy." She gave the blonde a pointed look before moving back in the direction of her own booth, unscrewing the top to her bottle and taking a sip of the cool contents within, allowing them to chill the heat of her anger before she got back to her girls.

To her pleasure, Amelia was finally there and Naomi was quick to hug her little Zeta sister, surprising herself by needing affection - of all things - at the moment but not pulling away until the sophomore hugged her back. "Please tell me you've got some dance for us to perform because I've got music and a lot of excess energy to burn off right now." She and Amelia had danced to many times in their dorm to not have something up their sleeves, but Naomi was leaving it in the sophomore's hands to lead. Because if she really wanted to burn this excess energy, she'd either go punch Alexandri or snatch Jack up and fuck him in some unknown location. And another part of her was pretty sure she could do the former first and then still do the second, but that was bad and she wasn't trying to seem suspicious today. She also glanced over at Zoey, "And I was wrong. There needs to be alcohol. Tell me you've found some."

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Alexandri Evans Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Paige Jones Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Andrew Drexler Character Portrait: Giselle Elingston-Donaldson

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





Kellin woke up with an expression of pure horror. She'd slept in by not far off an hour more than she would usually and 20 minutes more than she could get away with. She sat up wide-eyed and her hair stretched out past her shoulder, static and an embarrassing mess. She groaned miserably when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rotating mirror resting on her bed side table as a constant reminder of her short comings. She swung her legs out of bed cursing bitterly as she scrambled around her room grabbing at clothes hanging out of drawers and chasing time to gather up her things before people noticed her absence downstairs. Diving into a pair of roll-up ripped skinny blue jeans, she hopped around her room and standing in the mirror, only half-dressed and 'flying low' she started raking a brush through her mess of hair and tried to get it looking at least slightly decent. Once she'd brushed it she realised she basically had a half straight and half crinkled look going on, so she voted for chucking it up on the top of her head in a slightly scruffy bun. Image She didn't even have time to put contact lenses in (to her own dismay) and had to clean her glasses on her loose floaty vest as she pulled it on over the top of a tighter black one. She checked herself in the mirror and became aware of the fact her zipper was completely forgotten and thankful she'd caught it before she left her room, she pulled it up and slipped into some beaten up burgundy converse. Grabbing a cardigan and pulling arm warmers on (more as part of her quirky fashion sense then for the practicality of wearing them) she ran out the door- her alarm ringing away still as she slammed the door behind her.

Tapping at her phone furiously, she was rushing out of her door as quickly as she possibly could; she typed out a message;

To Paige:
Over-slept like a year, cover for me? If it's needed? PLEASSSSEEEEE?


She had no recollection of what could have been going on today but she was certain, something was happening and it really worried her that she didn't remember. She knew obviously it was the best day back in classes and everything like that but there was something else, she was almost sure there was something else but then again, there probably wasn't since she didn't even know what day it was at this point in time. She made her way downstairs and then off towards the hall and she looked around at all the tables and blinked slightly, it felt busier than usual but that was probably the buzz about everyone coming back. She sighed slightly and with an exhausted expression made her way over to the Theta table and looked around at the others rubbing her forehead with a sigh of relief to be downstairs and to see that nothing too important seemed to be going on right that moment. She sat down, cross legged on her chair and sighed taking the moment to drink from the bottle of the water, she'd rammed into her bag on the way downstairs. Then she looked up as she put the drink away again and looked at the other's striking an all too typical 'Kellin' cheery smile.

"Hey guys! I have had the most insane morning so far- well not insane but busy- no dysfunctional," She corrected herself multiple times as she leant back in her chair, tilting her head back over the edge of it in exhaustion, wondering why on the first day back at school she had to be so late. She couldn't stop thinking how she must look like absolute shit and she'd probably forgotten everything she needed for that day but she kept cracking smiles and tried not to get all whiny and stressed about it. It was too late to fix any of it anyway, she should have been prepared and a thousand times more organised. I'll do that tomorrow, I'll be ready. She thought to herself and then she scoffed at the idea and shook her head almost amused Nah, no I god damn won't.

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Karma Cohen Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Bennett Atkins Character Portrait: Daniel Beake Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Kyle Jagger Character Portrait: Emery Ravens Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd Character Portrait: Giselle Elingston-Donaldson

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Naomi grinned back at Zoey, shaking her head with amusement. While anyone else would have been upset since the Jell-O-shots were supposed to be minor-friendly for the sake of the school, leave it to Zoey to just say, "fuck it." And Naomi, despite how moral or how much of a good girl she could be, just loved being bad and could only be grateful. "Have I told you much I love you lately?" She exclaimed, waving to a few freshmen from orientation week. Her eyes fell on Karma and Kyle, who weren't that far away and Naomi quirked an eyebrow. She glanced from Karma to Kyle, and then back to Karma again with a questioning smirk. She even almost missed Zoey's questions with her curiosity, but glanced back to her best friend once it clicked in her head.

"Actually, that sounds like a great idea. We have an hour before the jamboree and no one's doing anything. I'll put it in a mass text," she said and pulled out her phone before considering. As much as she knew that some of her friends hung out with people she didn't really talk to, why not invite everyone she liked? Everyone could chill out and if they didn't like each other, they could always just not show up. It wasn't going to kill her. Besides, it was hot and she wanted the col water of the ocean on her skin. Not to mention to wear the new bikini she had bought with her mother's new boytoy's money. "Emery? Hmm...I think he was at the Alpha table, not really sure." The placement this year definitely put certain houses by people they normally wouldn't be associated with. Maybe it was the school's new way of creating relationships, she surmised while typing out her message, hoping she didn't forget anyone.

To: Bennett, Sam, Miles, Sierra, Amy, Poppy, Giselle, Daniel, Emery
Idk what y'all plan 2 do, but Zetas r hittin up da beach b4 da jamboree. Any1's invited.

Biting her lower lip softly, Naomi glanced over at the Beta table before shaking her head. She really needed to stop doing this. She was making herself obvious the more she looked in his direction. However, she also couldn't help it and decided to interact with people as a distraction, but not before sending one more text.

To: Jack
Didn't think I'd invite ur guys 2 da beach w/out u. Didn't want u 2 be lonely, Reynolds. Don't ever say I didn't do anything 4 u

Her first target was Karma, who hadn't drifted off yet and who Naomi was more than happy to greet. Side-stepping a few people who were in line for either Beta or Zeta foods, Naomi made her way to the blonde, smiling widely. "Hey, gorgeous. You look great!" She exclaimed and nodded to Kyle with the smile still present. "Hey, Kyle." Naomi turned back to Karma then. "See any booths you liked yet? Ooh, and what are you both doing after this? The Zetas and a few other people are hitting up the beach before the jamboree." She stated, including Kyle in the end. After all, who the hell didn't like the beach?

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Karma Cohen Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Sebastian Collins Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Thatcher Nieuwveld Character Portrait: Bennett Atkins Character Portrait: Daniel Beake Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Kyle Jagger Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd Character Portrait: Giselle Elingston-Donaldson Character Portrait: Dori Knight

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By three in the afternoon, a few of the non-Greek organizations had begun cleaning up their areas and dispersing and when twenty minutes passed, so had some of the Zetas. They were still in the process of moving things since the fair had drawn to a close and the setting up for the jamboree would be commencing soon. Naomi had sent off Kyle, Bennett, and Karma after a few more minutes, not really thinking about inviting Kyle to their beach excursion - not out of not wanting him there, but because it had slipped her mind until he had already disappeared into the crowd. Besides, Miles would tell him, right? Before they began cleaning up their own section, Naomi had run across a new girl near the Zeta booth who had been talking to Zoey. Once Karma had confirmed that she needed a ride and Naomi had agreed to be such, she had returned to her girls and seen the rusher checking out snacks and talking to other members. When one of the Zetas saw Naomi, they pointed her out to the new girl, whose name she had been told was Dori. "Hey, well, I'm Naomi. We'll probably start heading out soon, but you should come to the beach. A few friends and such are gonna be there, and who knows? You might just fall in love with us." She had said, ending on a wink before waving the girl off and making plans.

While Naomi had gotten Ever, Rebecca, and Angel and a few other notable Zetas who weren't going to the beach to assist more with the cleaning up, she still found herself helping out - not because no one was following her orders, but because she didn't want to put everything on them. She had just returned a few of the tables given by the Student Government Association when she decided to send out another mass text, including Thatcher who she hadn't seen at the fair at the time.

To: Daniel, Zoey, Karma, Bennet, Miles, Zoey, Amelia, Sierra, Sam, Poppy, Giselle, Thatcher
Headed back 2 my house 2 get changed. Any1 who needs a ride, c u in 30 mins. Otherwise, c evry1 at the beach :D

Sliding her phone away and waving off Lianne, Naomi headed in the direction of the Zeta house. She was immediately swamped with girls running in and out of their living space; some because they were going to be late for classes or work, and others simply because they had plans for the rest of the afternoon. Laughing at one of the girls who practically squealed upon seeing her boyfriend and practically pouncing on him, Naomi closed the door behind herself and jogged upstairs to get to her room. Luckily for her, being a senior and a president had its perks, which included a slightly larger room, which was a single. She definitely appreciated that, she realized, as the silence there was enough to remind her that she did, in fact, have plans. Running her hands over her face lightly, she decided to take a quick shower. It was a thing of hers; she could never change in to one outfit without at least taking a quick dip in the shower unless she was getting ready for bed. Once out, she applied a sunblock on her smooth skin with the same warm, sweet and nutty fragrance she was known for. Afterwards, Naomi rifled through her selection of swimwear before deciding upon one of the newer ones. She hadn't actually meant it when she told Jack that she had been planning on wearing a new bikini; she just needed something to say to get back at him. However, she liked the strappy zebra-print bikini her mom had picked out in her attempts at winning the "Mother of the Year" award. "Yeah, right," she muttered to no one in particular at the thought before finishing up.

Once she was officially ready dressed and her bag was full with her towel, wallet, and a few books and magazines to read, Naomi slid on some sunglasses and was applying some rose oil lip balm as she descended back down the stairs. The house was only a bit quieter with the sound of pitter-pattering from various rooms and the hallways. With about ten minutes to spare, Naomi traipsed into the kitchen to make herself a smoothie, which consisted of strawberries, bananas, vanilla yogurt, and blueberries. Once it had gotten to a smooth consistency (she hated ice in smoothies), she poured the thick liquid into a travel cup with an attachable lid and straw. She took a sip just to taste it and while sucking that down leisurely, walked out of the house, ready to hang out at the beach. Naomi walked across the street to her 2014 Tahoe, climbing in and cranking on the radio while she waited for people.