<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> Partay. Because.. why not?</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>It'd only been about three months since Elena had left, returning home from the vacation her father had sent her on. Which means it'd been about three months since the duplicate who had chosen to be named <em>Grace</em> had come to establish itself. Not in a big way - she worked in a cute little authentic restaurant was a waitress, giving advice to tourists and suggesting the best dishes. She lived in a small apartment - with good security - and in a good, convenient part of Rio. But really, she was just existing in a very low-key environment that Elena had come to love so dearly that she'd literally <em>left</em> a piece of herself behind. Sure, Grace had possibly influenced Elena some herself, by being the first duplicate ever to come out feeling more like a best friend than any other had, and if it'd been possible, Elena would have likely spent a great deal of time hanging out with Grace. They even plotted at length to do just that - even going so far as to buy a few wigs and try to make things not too obvious. But everything had been too similar, and so mostly Grace had hung out in the hotel, eating cheetohs and order-in food until Elena's stint of <em>fun</em> had ended.<br/><br/>Three months worth of exploring and settling in hadn't done too much to acclimate Grace to Rio, but god did she love the beach, and the locals. She loved just about everything about the place, and the fact there was no stress at all about work or anything else was such a bonus. Who cared if she got fired, or laid off? The money was just an added bonus, most of which never found its' way to a bank and instead sat unattended in cute kitty-cat piggy bank. One of the ones you had to break to get it open, and she hid it, too. Along with her journal, and her toys. All of those things were things she very much so didn't want anyone to find, unless it was Elena. But that made sense. It was impossible to keep secrets from herself.<br/><br/>Normally, at this time of the afternoon, Grace may have been more prone to be working or lounging on the beach than anything. Except that she'd heard the news from all the folks who'd come in for lunch, and ultimately she'd left work early to come and catch a glimpse of the going-ons. It was a photo shoot - something she'd only seen on the internet - and a vast majority of the people in said photoshoot made her feel almost hilariously like a child. She also felt considerably overdressed in her soft, partially sheer grey - and teal dress with a small belt cinched along the soft material at her waist. Even her undergarments beneath - despite being both silky and lacy - were far from being as revealing as what many of the folks attending this party were wearing. Shy was perhaps a good description of Grace's - and thus Elena's - personality at the time. She was a little timid until she was in the thick of everything, and once the <em>charge</em> of a crowd or of the individuals around her sunk in, she livened up - and opened up - considerably. The great news in this circumstance was that the beach party and shoot was fairly open. Grace saw no extraneous security or tough-looking people posted up anywhere, and the food looked delicious. A fan of fruit, it almost called to her, and though she knew she would stick out like a sore thumb, there was noway she was going to pass up <em>swinging by.</em> <br/><br/>Sandal clad feet led her down the beach, where she subtly stripped off the footwear and tossed it haphazardly - but still sneakily - into the bushes near the walkway. Taking note of where they'd landed, she walked further until her feet were engulfed by sand instead of touched by concrete, and she <em>sighed</em> in mild contentment. There was something so relaxing - and fun to her about being in the sand. Even better if some part of her was buried in it.<br/><br/>Smiling big, Grace made her way towards the people and tents, where she slipped in among the crowd and basically paid no attention to any looks she may have received. Anyone that interacted with her got a friendly little greeting, but she seemed particularly interested in getting a drink. So she waited in the short line, all rigid-posture and head on a swivel, before ordering cranberry juice mixed with orange juice at the bar. Of course that got her a funny look, but she just tilted her head a little and smiled that sweet, convincing smile she knew how to flaunt. Weird request or not, the bartender handed it over and Grace wandered off over to where the food was. It was here where she seemed to stall, a plate in her hand but indecisiveness seizing her mind. Every few moments she would take a sip of her drink, then put a few things on her plate, but after the few minutes she'd spent there <em>deciding</em>, when she wandered off through the crowd to find somewhere to sit and snack, she'd taken hilariously little. A few pieces of pineapple, some nuts, a piece of sliced beef, but not much else, and in all it covered less than a third of her disposable plate.<br/><br/>It was about this time she noticed the tattoo and body art folks set up near the DJ, and her eyes went perhaps a little wide as she chewed her mouthful of food. There was no way she would be leaving without having <em>something</em> done there - awful line or not - and suddenly she was disappointed she'd gotten food and such, first. Her heart nearly <em>ached</em> to become a canvas for someone - it would be so fun, and such a memory to share with Elena! - that the next forkful of food that went into her mouth was maybe just a <em>little</em> bigger than the last. Hurrying ever so slightly, she still allowed her eyes to wander over all of the attractive folk as she played a game in her mind - one where she tried to figure out who was just a hot local, and who had gotten their photos taken. It was an impossible challenge, but fun anyways. Even if some people may have thought she was staring.</span></span>