<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #1, aka, Grace<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anna.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Grace is just being ridiculous.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>Grace did not have any previous insight into weither or not Anna would like being called <em>amazon woman</em> - in fact, it'd just been a thought crossing her mind as she gazed on, and somehow it'd slipped out of her mouth into the air where it wafted about in its' own accepted silliness. While she could imagine others calling Anna that - it fit quite well - she also felt like it was just <em>too</em> focused on Anna's physical attributes in that 'I am obviously staring at you' - sort of way that tended to make Grace and her sisters feel a little uncomfortable. Grace's mind didn't fathom that Anna perhaps loved to live under that spotlight, but when the woman seemingly caught her staring and decided to say something, the petite woman seemed to go both pale and red all at once. But, she was honest, so when Anna had asked her question, Grace had simply nodded, eyes still locked on the woman's 'pose' and her well - shaped muscles. She then found herself being 'air poked', which did indeed increase the blush more than the pale, while simultaneously stealing all the words off of Grace's tongue. Moments earlier, she'd had something to say, but in the moments after asking her question about the shoot, she found herself tongue-tied, to say the least. It was as if the little pink muscle in her mouth had fallen down a couple really long escalators and became tangled in the process.<br/><br/>Nothing could have prepared her for the jovial, ecstatic response to Grace's question, nor could she have stopped herself from chuckling as the woman jumped - and breasts bounced, oh yes, she saw - which was about when Grace had to shift her vision slightly to the side. While she thought it was <em>totally</em> okay to stare at Anna's muscles, looking at - and staring at her - in such a sexual way just made her feel odd. Not a bad way odd, but up until that point, Elena - and by extension her few clones - had never been with any woman beyond... themselves, and that experience had left all of them feeling a little odd. Again, perhaps not in a <em>bad</em> way, but...<br/><br/>The feeling was hard to shake, so Grace found herself staring at the commotion behind Anna for a moment, and then she realized she was being foolish - and childish - about it all, so her eyes returned to Anna's face, where it would stay, just about the time the woman's face had broken out into that viral smile that spread to Elena's features, as well. What came shortly after was a visible relief to the little woman in Anna's company. She perhaps felt a little guilty about being there uninvited, unprepared, and incorrectly dressed. Not guilty like she'd done something wrong, persay, she just felt guilty for being there in general. She felt guilty knowing Elena's..... well, <em>her</em> father would be very upset that a clone had been allowed to venture out on its' own, and understandably so. Grace felt almost sort of guilty for existing in her own rights, and so the situation of having just shown up to this event compounded upon that feeling.<br/><br/>Despite her guilt, as Anna leaned in, Grace found herself lowering her empty paper plate to her side as she leaned up, feet sinking into the sand as she tried to gain a little height by standing on tippy-toes. What she heard made her smile grow double in size, and she let out a little, soft gasp - a tiny, humorous little gasp, really - "really?!" came her hushed response, and without further ado she'd reached out to take Anna's hand with her own, not much different than a child eager to cross the street would, and after her pale hand had a good grip, she looked up into Anna's eyes - fully aware of that grin and wink - before simply replying: "yes please."  Much to her surprise, even though there shouldn't have been any, Anna was more than happy to oblige, which led to Grace following the woman past and beyond the line. Grace, in all of her maturity and... grace, found herself unable to resist a under-the-breath jeer at all of those whom had accumulated in the line before her, and that particular little snippet was a hardly audible "see ya, suckers."<br/><br/>Oddly, she didn't feel at all guilty about this little boon, all feelings like <em>that</em> thrown to the wind and lost in the excitement of the moment. She wanted to get painted something <em>awesome</em>, and that's why she had gotten in line. She wanted to make a memory, and she wanted to see art on her body that wasn't permanent so that she could decide if she wanted to get something far less temporary. It was these thoughts that caused her feet to grind to a stop, though she didn't let go of Anna's hand even if the woman took a couple more steps and unwittingly tugged Grace forward a little. Standing there looking a little empty headed, Grace met Anna's eyes as soon as the woman gave her the opportunity, and then she let slip her pre-emptive request before they went to the painting booth. "I've decided I need a swimsuit," she declared, smiling wide. "Wanna help me pick one out? Then we can go do.." her free hand waved the paper plate at the painting area, a grin crossing her face.</span></span>