<strong>Yamalla Pia Constantine<br/>At home in Parvarti Hills, 15 Imperial Street<br/>Trolling and wondering who is texting her</strong><br/><br/>Yam kinda felt a little bad about this woman falling for her, the whole exercise was supposed to be about conning pics out of people, and this was, it seemed, going too far in another direction. She hadn't ever intended anyone to actually be local. She had written up the profile to troll for hipster girls, and then gone looking for them, writing to ladies all over the US and Canada and having a few hits. Then this Marie had written to her out of the blue having found the profile she had written. It was all becoming a little too real now and Yam was at somewhat of a loss as to what to do next.<br/><br/>She hit the reply button and sat for a few moments staring at the middle of the three screens she had hooked up to her desktop. Being a rich kid after all had its privileges. She could just reply later, Marco didn't usually reply straight away and there was this strange text message to think about...<br/><br/>She started typing anyway.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dearest Marie,<br/>I look forward to hearing the opening riff of 'Teenage Turtles' by Back to the Planet that heralds the receipt of a new message in the hope that it might just be from you. Its amazing that there is someone on this island that is interested in some of the crazy stuff that I like, let alone one who looks so cute in a pair of glasses and has that amazing smile of yours. Hiking sounds wonderful, though I don't know about gliding having never done it, though I am certain you could convince me to try it. Soaring above the island with you would, of course, most likely be amazing.<br/><br/>I am just on my way out, busy day today, I will look forward to coming home later and finding a message from you.<br/><br/><br/>Yours sincerely,<br/><br/>Marco.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Hitting send she turned her attention to the phone, L? Lisa? She hadn't seen that mental case in a while. Last thing she had heard from Lisa was how she had treated dope not as a gateway drug, but as an introductory package to the wonderful world of dreaming your life away with a tainted needle stuck in your arm. Okay, maybe not Lisa.<br/><br/>Liam? That skinny guy with the nasty habit of wearing the pirate costume so idiot tourists would take pictures with him and tip him? Did he even have her number? Oh, wait, yeah, Julie had given it to him in the mistaken impression that Yam would have wanted her to do so. It was possible then?<br/><br/>She tapped out a quick reply.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">What is going on at the pier that requires a camera? I don't just turn up to any old thing, has to be special.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The message hit the 'Tucker Mobile' network, the islands biggest cell provider run by billionaire Tucker Hope, a few moments later and was on its way.<br/><br/>Yam turned her attention to crafting the perfect OKCupid profile to troll there too. Coming up with a Eurasian Bi girl who was deeply into reading, music, movies and TV and kept a pet fennec fox named Omi. Something to do while she waited for a reply to the text message.