<span style="font-size: 18px">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Reanna Chee</b></span></span></i><br/><b>Location:</b>Entrance / Living Room >>> Her Room >>> Kitchen >>> The House >>> Pool<br/><b>With:</b>Moseying Around to All<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="@SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">@SilentFairy</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1131" data-username="@Tinkii" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1131/">@Tinkii</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2129" data-username="@EsStella" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2129/">@EsStella</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2432" data-username="@.Persephone." data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2432/">@.Persephone.</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="@Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">@Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2045" data-username="@Hammer One" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2045/">@Hammer One</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2198" data-username="@Sirlaughalot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2198/">@Sirlaughalot</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1136" data-username="@Mature Desires" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1136/">@Mature Desires</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2475" data-username="@Piglet" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2475/">@Piglet</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2310" data-username="@JayBird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2310/">@JayBird</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2265" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2265/">@Colonel_Liam</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2338" data-username="@ThatFishInTheBack" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2338/">@ThatFishInTheBack</a><br/><br/><b>Doing: </b>Moving in / Dropping Tasks.<br/><b>Content Warning:</b>Eh<br/><span style="font-size: 18px">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Red </span>- <i>Angry / Jealous / Frustrated </i>- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Alright. Fuck you." </span><br/>
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For whatever reason, God and the universe had managed to restrain probably The House's most energetic ball of fire longer than usual. That had come in the form of a layover on her flight. She had spent the entire day charging her phone for the occasion of vlogging for her platforms and media content. Her work as a financial engineer had garned her enough wage to take the entire summer off if she wanted to. That fused with the YouTube, Snapchat, and Facebook promos she'd been renown for had set her well off for someone who wasn't exactly in the lavish/wealth sector of the economic climate. She'd been through the process of freaking out in pure excitement and zest at the chance on being accepted into The House, giving a series of hyperactive spurts of energy and causing infectious outgoing vibes to any and all around her. She turned the grim into radiant, and in doing so only amplified her aura even more. That was until she found out she had a two hour layover. How she mellowed at the fact that her roommates were all probably going to be at the house, no doubt bonding and exploring each other as people while Reanna would be slumped against a plane window next to a greasy-smelling guy named Wilbur who had claimed to have <i>"A purple pancreas." </i>That creepy comment alone was enough to shut the girl off vibrant mode for the duration of her elongated trip and fall into a slumber. <br/>
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Until she finally landed. Her eyes shot open and she couldn't get out of there fast enough, almost bolting to the bag claims and grabbing her belongings to be met with a driver with her name on it, along with a small envelope slid inside his hand. From that moment forth, Reanna had regained her invigorated sense of electricity, even quite literally shocking the poor driver upon a handshake. He handed her the envelope as she jumped up and down, opening it to see her key with a assigned number and letter to her room. She could only imagine who her roommate would be. She hopped in the car and headed on her way to The House. She asked him to turn the radio on, and before she knew it the car was loud with the singing of the redheaded lioness, her mane flowing from the wind as she puts on a mini performance for the rather stern looking and stoic driver. Oh, if only he knew...<br/>
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The car pulls up to The House, as by this time Reanna had managed to have a full out jam session, with the driver <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwwwimage-secure.cbsstatic.com%2Fthumbnails%2Fphotos%2Ffiles%2Fasset%2F10%2F00%2F43%2F41%2Fgaga-bad-romance-dancing.gif&amp;hash=5e1abf98b6e8058848332181cb323527" href="https://wwwimage-secure.cbsstatic.com/thumbnails/photos/files/asset/10/00/43/41/gaga-bad-romance-dancing.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">jamming with her</a> as he pulls up with a gigantic laugh of energy and joy. He hops out and helps her with her bags, while she was awestruck at the beauty and splendor of the huge house she was to be staying on. She shook her head with her mouth agape, putting her hands behind her head in astonishment. The driver hands her her bags as she smiles at him, grateful for the hype session shared in the car. But, now it was time to tackle something new and different. Something bigger and greater than herself. Even from where she stood in the front she could hear the sounds of people mingling and saw the lights on inside. They were already there as suspected. Reanna takes a deep breath and silences her inner joy for a moment, meditating on the next months to come. She had to mentally prep herself for all the highs and lows, ups and downs they would face. She releases and opens her eyes as she enters in, looking at the slogan overhead as she walked into the door. She instantly heard some voices chatting, as she left her bags by the door and walked smoothly to the source of the sound, as it led her to the beautiful kitchen. Words cannot define the visions and ambiance the saw before her. It looked so much better than the brochure. In the kitchen there were two people, a short girl who was cute and looked mixed, and a good looking guy.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff"> "Hiii! I'm guessing I'm the last one huh? I'm Reanna nice to meet you guys." </span>She extended a hand to both, as she awaited greetings before doubling back for her bags to carry to her room. <br/>
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She grabs her things and finally opens her envelope, grabbing the key and following the code of her room, scanning the rooms and eventually coming across the first one. She entered into the nice room, it was unique yet home-y, and pretty quaint. She then saw someone's stuff was already inside. Her roommate was here! She dropped her things on the other bed and made her way back into the den area. She was great with direction and memory mapping, so she'd likely have this place memorized in a day. Other than her new friends in the kitchen, she made her way around the house before heading to the pool, where she heard the rest of the house at. She headed around and found the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fdecoholic.org%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2015%2F03%2FNew-York-vvintage-Penthouse.jpg&amp;hash=4ee3046dece3ba58acd75c04281c21ab" href="http://decoholic.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/New-York-vvintage-Penthouse.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lounge</a>, it was so pristine and gorgeous. The open bar would probably be frequented by the party goers of the house. Reanna wasn't sure if she'd join. She had a sense of pride about keeping her public image... clean, when behind the scenes she could show a bit more of the lioness side. She headed down the stairs into the basement, checking out the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.boatchandlersguide.com%2FArticles%2Flarge_133.jpg&amp;hash=3f48289d8f543d13ef4451c284e30ab0" href="http://www.boatchandlersguide.com/Articles/large_133.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">den</a>. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff">"<i>Woooowww</i>.... this is fuh-reaking crazy." </span>She pipped back upstairs to the first floor, heading to the full square area of The House, looking out of one of many huge ass windows and seeing The Recreation Center down the path in the backyard, and even a treehouse in the distance. Her thoughts flooded with grandeur. This was too good to be true in her mind. <br/>
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She finally headed out to the pool where most the housemates were, they were all equipped with leisure wear while Reanna hadn't had the chance to even get settled yet but hopefully her fire aura would spread quickly and get The House started in the fashion it was meant to!!!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff"> "Hey everybody! Oooooh, you guys look relaxed. I'm Reanna nice to meet you all!"</span> With a wave and a smile she greets the rest of her housemates, before looking back to her envelope in her pocket. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff">"So I had strict instructions to only read this when I got to the house and found my room... I had a little card in my envelope that said I had to get all the housemates together....sooo.... yeah. Everybody!!! HOUSE GATHER!" </span>Reanna flipped the card over, reading under the text called Tasks. She had no idea what to expect like the rest of them, but she could only assume it was to get everyone to get more settled. <br/>
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Welcome to The House: You may not change roommates for any reason for one week. <br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">Welcome to <i>Your</i> House: Spend the day and bond with your housemates, all of you together. How you do this is up to you all. <br/>
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