<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> Chit-chatting. Staring.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><br/>Grace was oblivious. Too busy having a good time to notice anyone staring at her, and really too busy to even notice the woman approaching her as she picked at her miniature buffet on a plate. Around her, the line of the body art station was totally alive and electric, making her body seemingly tingle beneath the soft, thin fabric of her clothes. The guy drawing on his arm seemed to give her a glance as she stared, and he smiled - perhaps flirting - to which Grace did nothing but smile big back at, her body swaying ever so slightly on tippy-toes much like a child may in the line for an amusement ride. To pass time, she ate slowly but methodically. A bite of this, a bite of that, mixing-and-matching but mostly eating in a similar fashion to an indecisive small mammal. How oddly appropriate.<br/><br/>Turning on her heels to look around behind her, she was alerted to the woman now standing next to her, the greeting she offered quite telling right away. This woman was confident, and outgoing. Dressed to kill just about anyone with two eyes in their head. Elena looked perhaps a little surprise - and she could tell, so she played it up by putting on a goofy smile and looking around, feigning confusion for all of half a second before she simply brought her eyes to rest on the woman's face to indicate she very much had her attention. "Hello-to-you-too," she returned in a rather smushed together sentence, still all smiles, "I guess I do sort of stick out."<br/><br/>Grace sounded totally okay with that, too, not at all perturbed, as if that was just the way things were at the moment and it'd all be <em>just fine</em>. Her level of excitement battled with the inner cool at her core and thankfully the latter was outwardly winning. Moments later, the taller, stronger, generally - more - attractive - woman introduced herself and even <em>flirted</em>, which set her cheeks ever so slightly aflush, like an elementary school girl being handed a dandelion.<br/><br/>"I'm.." she sort of trailed off for a moment, and laughed, as the verbal stumble likely came off as nervousness. In reality she'd almost introduced herself as Elena, but then she'd remembered the name she'd picked months ago, "Grace. It's nice to meet you, amazon woman." Another laugh, childlike and free, as she allowed her eyes to peel from the woman's face and run none-too-subtly over her from head to toe. Not only because she was curious, but because honestly, the woman had a fair amount of muscle, a weakness of Grace's - and Elena's - that often couldn't go ignored. After her brief... examination, Grace brought her eyes back up to the woman's face, still with that same silly smile on. Slowly she brought her juice to her face and took a small sip, eyes still sort-of-staring over the rim of the cup before it lowered.<br/><br/>"Are you part of this shoot?" she asked simply, sounding rather clueless but wholly interested. She'd only heard a little about what was going on today from work - but it'd been enough to lure her down there like a bee to honey. <br/><br/>In comparison, Grace was smaller - and far more petite. Lean, but with a small amount of non-muscle mass on both her stomach and thighs, which made sense. Even though she was active, and even worked out occasionally, Grace took pride in being as soft and small as she was. Inwardly she knew her small stature only benefited her ability to hide - and accommodate - her powers, but in everyday settings, it also allowed her to stick out far less if she'd been able to dress for the occasion. This time, she had not, and while she may have loathed the extra attention if it'd been a group of boys, that was also not the case. But god, they were the <em>worst</em>. They always assumed she didn't know Spanish, or Portuguese, and often they were very let-down by the fact that she <em>did</em> know a fair amount. Enough to know when they were saying nice things, and when they were saying <em>filthy</em> things. No one here expected that from the fresh, extra-pale face of a woman so fair-skinned she nearly glowed in sunlight, yet still remained sunburn free. Overall, Elena was a nice mix of slim and having appropriate, small curves where they mattered, all of which was accentuated by the clothes she wore and her accessories, which this time was a bangle bracelet and a couple rings, mostly made of silver and wood. "I wasn't invited or anything. I work just a few minutes from here," she offered up as a final tidbit of offhanded information before she stuffed the remainder of the mixed nuts on her plate in her mouth daintily, which was shortly followed by a chunk of pineapple. Somewhere in her mind she wanted to also ask the woman if she was getting a tattoo - how <em>badass</em> would that be?! - or perhaps just getting painted. Grace thought a tattoo would be pretty awesome - she even wanted one. Something small, and permanent, to make her different from Elena, but.. She wasn't sure how it'd go with her powers, as her control over them had only just become respectable, and so it was a distinct impossibility, which left her with only the painting option. And she was <em>determined</em> to get something cool done.</span></span>