I Want To Live in Your Hair [South]

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ohai nonsensical and crappy post, when did you get here?

She walks along the rugged pathway, feet that are too-high-off-the-ground making high-heel prints in the terrain that has long since been weathered down by workers trekking towards laborious jobs and teenagers sneaking off in the middle of darkness with booze-filled stomachs and mischievous minds. Eyes blink twice, then thrice as the sunlight hits her makeup encrusted face, and a yawn is barely audible in the woods as she travels ever so slowly towards the isolated cabin that, according to the Scott siblings, holds a key for humiliation and disgrace. And she's perfectly fine with that.

In fact, Felicity Desmarias relishes the moments in which she's able to make those around her shrink back in fear, or have spite in their eyes because she knows that she's got them, that she has power. She knows that she can be a bit of a control freak, and that she uses her skills too much on certain occasions, but the slight sadist tendencies in herself prevent Felicity from doing anything about her negative aspects. She truly loves making others feel inferior, which is the only reason why she has allowed Helena and Adrian Scott to drag her out of her much needed beauty sleep, and bring her to this quaint little place. Revenge after all, was oh so sweet. And that is what Aria Fowler deserved.

Felicity Desmarias hated the girl who had attempted to steal her prey away from her. Both girls are huntresses, fighting for that one boy, for different reasons of course. Felicity doesn't truly love her "fiancee", rather she finds it oh so wonderful to humiliate and anger him. The way his vocabulary becomes so much more informal and nasty is just so pleasing and hilarious to her ears that she simply has to keep him and his brother for herself. That way there's no barrier to prevent her from having fun. And that current barrier is the "oh-so-magnificent" Aria Fowler, the daughter of a man who made it to affluence in a much easier way than Felicity's mother and the Scott twins' brother. She doesn't deserve to talk with the elite, the ones who have prospered and defeated all odds set against them. Ms. Fowler is merely a lowly peasant, and segregation of these classes, in Felicity's mind, is most appropriate.

Clearly, Julian Scott does not think in the same way that she does, for when the three come upon the boy and his little whore cuddled up in a bed and a gigantic diamond ring plastered onto her fat little fingers, the first thing she wants to do is storm out scream and kick something for having her prey finally stolen for good wake them up, so they can face the shame head on, in the form of three malicious faces smiling ever-so brightly at their tomato-red faces. Victory (albeit, convoluted and merely a dim light in the distance that is overshadowed by the engagement friendship ring and sex) is wonderful and feels slightly amazing, especially when the two "lovebirds" scream and bitch. And now this is the best part, for her scheming mind just has to come up with a wonderful retort that sends them spiraling into the depths of self hatred and depression. She just loves this, and perhaps she shall teach her child the skills of bullying powerful persuasion once he (or she) is born.

"Juliannn, we're your guests - this isn't like shoving your all-nighters filled with a certain ungrateful, scantily-clad, slutty bitch under the rug. Plus, unlike said whore, we're actually important, so why don't you ditch the blond and join us for some nice conversation and a pot of tea? Whatever else you're doing is much more boring and unpleasant than we are anyways, especially if it's with her."

"Oh and don't worry, darling, we hate you very much too."