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How annoying. That girl running around like a wild woman.
You're one to talk, sis.
Pssh! I am not wild. Darling brother. You'd best remember that.
Of course! How silly of me to forget.
What shall it be this time? Siamese twins?
Too complicated.
Ugh. Fine. How about the usual?
Sounds good.

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A young man with fluffy brown hair lifted his arm, crooked it into an L and awaited the young woman beside him to accept it. She did, of course, her movements barely a second behind him. Her longer, deeper brown, hair cascaded to just above her behind, and her freshly painted fingernails stuck out like gems against her brother's dark green jacket. Together the two of them stepped towards the less wild of the two girls who just walked through the double doors of Brookshire. Their feet hit the ground at exactly the same time, and their breathing was almost perfectly in-sync. "You're sister seems a little too excited to be here." They both spoke at exactly the same time, their minds working perfectly with one another.

"Wait!" They both proclaimed, Kolby's right hand raising suddenly in the stop position, at the same time as Brie's left hand. "Perhaps they don't speak English." The two of them looked at each other, brown matching blue, "That could add a few problems."

"Finding their rooms..."
"...Getting into their rooms."
"Shopping in town!" Brie clutched her chest as her mind reeled at the though. Elegantly she lowered her head to Kolby's shoulder and let out a half sob, fully over dramatic on her part. "Is that all you think aobut."

"No! Of course not!" Brie lifted her head, and ended up glaring at her brother as he copied her every word. "Geez. Stop it. Stop! Hey! SHINYMETALPIECESOFSOFA! Grrr.!" Brie dropped Kolby's arm and stuck her tongue out at him. "Annoying."

"Yet, you love me." He winked at his twin and turned back to the buxom blond they had originally been talking too. "My name is Kolby Ainsworth." He smiled, bowed, and offered his hand to take hers. "Pleasure to met ya." Brie scoffed as she watched him. Rolling her eyes.
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Lysandra's accent was far less prominent than Kalli's-- hardly there at all...But she also wasn't trying to make her accent heavy. At least one of them had to not make a total fool out of themself if they wanted this plan to suceed.

She was going to shove her way through them and make a beeline for the desk, but it seems Kallistrate had noticed the trio and was practically skipping her way back over.

She nearly bowled Lysandra over in her tackle-hug, and started speaking in a rapid, nearly incomprehensible mix of Greek and English.

"Yasas! Geia Sou! Pos Eisai? Is this you're first year at Brookshire? To onoma mou ine Kallistrate. And this is my sister Lysandra"

Insert blindingly white, charming smile here.

Behind the smile though, her mind was working fast... or as fast as hers could. When it wan't academics, Kallistrate wasn't so bad-- or not a complete moron at least.

It never hurt to get people on your side from the begining, but Lysandra and her constant obnoxious holier-than-thou attitude would get them nowhere in that department.

Who knows-- these might even be other gifted children. And befriending other gifted children made it that much easier to capture said gifted children... and the more they captured, the more pleased the boss would be... and that's just good for everybody.

Lysandra rolled her eyes and scoffed. Typical behavior on Kalli's part. Being and bubbly and talkitive and smiley. Alternating between curling her blonde locks around her finger and subtly angling her arms under her chest to display the clevege that was already quite visible.

Lets start off by making the whole school think you're a whore, that'll work for sure.
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Geez. Big boobs, much?

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"Sorry." Kolby offered the two of them another bright smile. "As stated before, my name is Kolby. And this is my less then excited sister, Brie." He chucked his thumb in her general direction and received an exasperated sigh in response. Kolby simply stuck his tongue out towards her and crossed his eyes.

"Oh, that's attractive." Brie grumbled to herself, rolling her eyes before addressing the two blonds. "Actually this will be our fourth year here. Been coming here for quite some time now."

"Eh, we've nothing better to do anyways, so, why not?" Kolby smiled once more before wrapping Brie's reluctant arm around his once more. She glared at him for a moment before smiling. "Welcome to Brookshire, Lysandra, and Kallistrate. One of the most boring of places you could have chosen for your academic acheivements."

"Though, they do say, once you go to Brookshire, you're set for life."
"Would you like a tour?"
"We're quite familiar with all the rooms here."
"Perhaps you're hungry?"
"Thirsty?"
"I know someone who can break us into the baaaa-aar!"

Kolby ended his sentence in with a little sing-song on the bar. They both looked like girls who liked to drink.

Who knew.
Maybe they got "freaky".
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"Tour? Parakaló! My cousin and I would love a tour"

Okay, so she couldn't keep her mouth shut for that long. But she also wasn't about to let her stick in the mud cousin ruin her chances at getting to a bar.

Kallistrate liked to drink.
And Lysandra could have used a drink right about now.
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Kolby was thrilled with the hyper one's reaction. Awesome. So the other one wasn't as thrilled, nor did she seem to be much of a party girl, but hey, there was only him and Brie, he only needed one of them to get drunk and "freaky".

Flashing a smile at the two girls, and winking at Kalli, he quickly reached his hand into his pocket, and emerged with a painted, lime green, blackberry. Beside him, Brie shook her head at his idiocy, and offered up some conversation to the two. "We could show you to the dorms, in case you guys want to freshen up or something," Hair flip, annoyed sigh, a quick glance over their "outfits". "Or change your clothes..." She tried not to make it an insult, but with herself dressed in Prada, and Louis Vuitton, it was hard to see their outfits as anything but a cry for help.

Kolby had finished texting his friend, something along the lines of:

Two hot blonds.
Lobby.
Need bar.
Get here.
NAO!

and pocketed his cell phone by the time Brie had finished insulting the two. With a roll of his eyes, and a quick nudge to her ribs, he offered one more charming smile at the two before extending an arm towards the bar, and waiting for the two to get moving.

You're such a sleeze.
I beg to differ. I've been sleeze free for over a week now. I think I deserve a little fun.
Don't get too excited, darling brother, there's no garuntee you'll get in either one's pants.
Heh heh. Unlike you, I know a few things about these girls.
Oh yes. You're amazing ability of prediction. Tell me, which one's the slut?
Figure it out for yourself.

Then, down the stairs came their grumbling third party. In nothing more then a pair of plaid green pajama pants and a tight fitting white tank. With mussed up hair, and a half-asleep half-annoyed look on his face, Jeremy stepped off the last perch and clumsily made his way over to the two groups. "Ugh." Was all he said as he took the blackberry from his back pocket and tossed it towards Kolby. "I hate those things." Glaring at his ex-room mate for a few moments, then at his sister beside him, Jeremy all but noticed the two blond women on the other side of him. When he did, he let out a small sigh, followed by a chuckle, and stretched as he walked in the general direction of the bar.

"Heh, guess that means we're in." Kolby smiled at the two girls, then tugged his sisters arm in the direction that Jeremy was going. And by the looks of things, it seems I'm not allowed to text him anymore. Kolby chuckled as he pocketed Jeremy's new phone. He had a few of them in his room already, poor guy kept getting new phones and new numbers, but Kolby kept figuring them out. In other words, he stole Jeremy's phone when he wasn't looking, called himself, and place the phone exactly where it was before.

But Kolby was quite happy with his current situation. He had two hot chicks headed towards a bar, and he was pretty sure one, maybe both, of them may sex him up. Booze does strange things to people. And with Brie around, she could insult the two, make them drink more, and Kolby would be there to assure them that everything was allllllright.

Oh yeah. Perfect.

Jeremy on the other hand could be a bit of a downer if he stuck around. Sure, he was a tall, handsome German man, but he was girl retarded, of epic proportions. If he ever got a girl undressed he'd probably get confused and start looking for an Enter button, or the F5 key... System Error alerts?

Needless to say. Kolby was the only man present at the moment. Which suited him just fine.

"So, ladies, what's your poison?"

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Lysandra shot a look at Brie-- she knew where this was going, and it was the last thing she needed right now. Just because her and her cousin weren't dressed like heiresses, didn't mean they didn't have a considerable fortune of their own. But money calls attention, and that was the last thing they needed more of right now. Better to look normal when undercover-- more inconspicuous, and much easier to falsify a background. Fortunes had to come from somewhere, and they were fairly easy to trace.

Kallistrate, on the other hand, was more interested by the newest arrival.

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Hot, and judging by the fact that he was the one getting them into the bar, the one with the power. And that made him her type-- hot and powerful.

She smiled back at Kolby, but quicked her pace a little bit to latch onto the other guy's arm...Jeremy. Twirling her hair with her free hand she smiled at him too, giving him the necessary up-and-down appraisal.

"I don't zink I got 'ze chance to into introduce myself to you"
Kalli fluttered her eyelashes and ran her hand down his arm. Niiccceee.

"I am Kallistrate Pallas, and yourself?"

She flashed a look back behind them...Ohright. The other guy... you had to play 'em if you wanted free drinks, right?

With a giggle, she waved them over.
"What is taking zo long? I'm thirzty"

"Haha, I am Greek. What do you zink I drink?"
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Shuffling his slippered covered feet, and grumbling softly in German about having to buy another cell phone, Jeremy slowly and grudgingly made his way towards the bar. Then, seemingly out of no where he had an extra appendage attached to his arm. "Huh?" He glanced down, blinking as he took in the bubbly, bright, giggling blond beside him. Er... With his brain barely working, Jeremy could do no more then stare at her for a few more minutes. Not entirely sure how stupid he was appearing to her right now.

Kolby's Rules To Speaking To Girls

1st: Women are humans. Not computers.

"Uhm. Hi. I'm Jeremy." His voice was thicker then usual, tired? Possibly. Nervous? A bit. And his usually light accent was a tad on the heavier side today.

2nd: Do NOT! Speak in HTML, CSS, or any type of computery-codey-thingy that you know.

"I didn't really stick around for any introductions. LOL. My fault entirely."

3rd: Stay loose. Saty flexible. Just remember, smile.

Jeremy gave his new apendage a wide, toothy, somewhat sexy smile and continued walking towards the bar. As if her weight didn't bother him at all. Which it didn't. Friggin' Germans.

4th: Get. Her. Drunk.
5th: DO NOT go looking for an enter button, an F function key, or system error alerts. Girls don't have them. They have boobs and other fun places. That's it.
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.
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I think I'll stick to online dating.

Reaching the locked, key-pad inforced door, Jeremy [who had thankfully already hacked the computer system and got the new code] punched in the for numbers, and waited only a few moments for the little green light to turn on, and the metallic click! to allow them access. Opening the door, he held it for his new Greek friend, bowed lightly like a gentleman, then turned to the others.

Brie was right behind them, murmuring softly with her arms crossed over her chest, and once she was in, made a beeline for the counter and ordered a Strawberry Daquiri.

Kolby on the other hand had taken it upon himself to enterain Lysandra with his not-so-charming gloating. Talking about the "secret" places around the school, which teachers were strict, which were laid back, and the fact that the science teachers nearly always blew something up in class they didn't mean to, and consequently cancelled class almost every day. Then, how many beers he could drink before passing out, asking if she was an avid drinker, played games, casually asked if she was easy in one of the most inconspicuous ways he could muster.

Something along the lines of... Do you get drunk often? And, are you a heavy sleeper?

Creepy much? Possibly. But he was a jock. They had no boundaries.

"Hey, thanks Jer. I appreciate you coming down. You gunna join us?" He winked back at Lysandra before slipping into the bar without waiting for a reply. Jeremy simply stood there, smiling sheepishly as he waited for the final Greek to walk into the room. Once the door closed, it would lock, and you wouldn't be able to open it from the inside.

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Kallistrate hooked her arm around his, sucessfully securing herself to his arm and allowing her to continue moving with him even when she was standing still-- damn, he was stronger than he looked.

'Elle-oh-elle? No, it must be some sort of slang... He couldn't seriously be...'

Trying not to trip in her utterly ridiculous shoes, Kalli tried to snuggle up close to him and flashed him a smile of her own-- sexy, and considerably more suggestive.

Though she got the feeling he wasn't actually looking at her. Damn.

When he held the door open she took her cue, dipped her head politely and smiled again as she walk flounced er, bounced through the door.

Lysandra stalked through behind the rest of them, acknowledging the German with the slightest of irritated glances before looking back at her 'sister' and rolling her eyes.

"Make that two. And maybe add a shot of whiskey while you're at it."
Lysandra shot Kolby a venomous look as she sat down at the bar next to Brie, then resumed watching his sister out of the corner of her eye. At least one of them here was sane, a Bish though she may be.

...And he just kept talking. Sipping her drink with a look of utter bordom, she somewhat-less-than politely nodded and 'uhhuh'-ed in the appropreate places as Kolby told her about the workings of Brookshire, torn between actually listening to see if she could extract any useful information out of him and plotting her sister-cousin's downfall. In the end, it was a little bit of both.

Kallistrate was still on the other side of the bar, shamelessly and fruitlessly trying to flirt with Jeremy.

"I'm a raging alcoholic and I sleep like the dead. I frequently wake up in strange places in questionable amounts of clothing and I do it to get back at my daddy who was never there for me. Does that answer you question?"
Lysandra turned her attention to Kolby with a look of total seriousness on her face, inwardly smirking as she realized who she just described. It was almost Kalli to a tee, aside from the sleeping like the dead part-- any little thing would wake that girl up, and if you had the misfortune of doing so the whining would never stop... that is, when she wasn't passed out in a drunken stupor in the corner.

She wasn't quite there yet, but Lysandra had a feeling that by the end of the night she just might.

At the moment, she was acting characteristically cute and sweet and indecisive, fluttering her eyelashes and the blonde guy and trying to get him to order her one of those gay, fruity little drinks she liked so much.

Or, pretended to like. Give her a beer and she drank like a fourty year old redneck with advanced sclerosis of the liver.

"If you're looking for a quick lay, I suggest you try the amazing bouncing blonde over there. She has the attention span of a gnat. You'll get you're turn soon I'm sure."

Lysandra wasn't in the mood for anything subtle or tactful at the moment. And this guy was about a step away from wearing the remains of her drink.

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Jeremy was beyond bewildered. The most time he'd ever spent with an actual woman [because Brie and Vynny didn't count] was when he'd sneaked into strip clubs and bars. And even then, he only did it because it was dark, and he looked old enough to buy drinks. He could never get enough ale in his system. Once he entered the room, he made a beeline over to where Brie was now sitting, knowing that the little Greek woman on his arm a moment ago would be at his side in no time. Why couldn't she have picked Kolby to talk to?

He didn't mind really, he was always up for good conversation, making new friends, but he really didn't know ho to talk to women. At all. He was more of the online dating sort of guy. And he had been chatting with one girl for awhile now. It was easier to make giant red roses appear on someone else's screen then it was to try and decipher what the hell a girl was talking about.

But Jeremy gave the polite nod of the head at the right moments, and put his two cents in when he could, to make it seem like he knew what the hell he was doing. All the while he was trying to communicate with Kolby, though the bastard couldn't hear him like others could. Where was Jasper when you needed him? Finally, with a swig of the beer he'd ordered himself, Jeremy gave Kalli a wide smile and tried to turn the conversation in a different direction. "So, Kalli, Lysandra, how are you liking America so far?" He was assuming they hadn't been living here very long, but hopefully, it would bring up a different point, and the conversation could go from flirting, to something a bit intelligent.

Kolby, on the other side, shot Jeremy a glare. Damn it man! I'm trying to make my move! The silent scoff from Brie made Kol rolled his eyes in annoyance. Why don't you go find some rich sucker to blow?

And miss all this fun? I don't think so. I'm quite interested to see what that little bimbo beside you plans on doing. Without even removing her eyes from the counter, Brie offered him a small smirk as she sipped her drink.

With annoyance sparkling in his eyes, Kolby took his "flirtation" up a few notches. Setting his hand on Lysandra's thigh, he smiled. "Yeah, how are you liking it here?"

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With an angry squeal Lysandra overturned her half-full glass on Kolby's head, rising from her seat and storming over to Kallistrate.

Kalli, not paying much attention to her cousin, was by Jeremy's side attempting to worm her way into his lap. It wasn't working. But she was certainly very suprised when Lysandra grabbed her by the arm and literally flung her back at Kolby, taking the empty seat between Jeremy and the rest of the empty seats.

Blinking rapidly and trying to control her anger, she turned to the Dutch boy with all the grace she could muster, but still giving him a look that screamed muder. Daring him to try anything like his friend. Whoever tried a second time wouldn't be so lucky.

"I know I cannot speak for my sister, but I for one have found America to be quite an interesting cultural experiance, and think my self very lucky to be allowed an opportunity to study here."

Glaring daggers, Lysandra turned and downed the shot she ordered, slamming it back on the bar quite forcefully.

Kallistrate, still slightly in shock, now found herself practically sitting in Kolby's lap. She twisted around to give him a pouty, appologetic look and was going to say something about Lysandra when...

Something in Kalli's purse started to vibrate and a loud techno-pop beat filled the air. Without thinking she pulled the phone out, and had her finger on the answer button when Lysandra shouted

"OCHI!"

It went silent for a moment, dead silent, aside from the annoying ring of Kalli's iPhone.

Thinking fast, Lysandra gave her cousin a meaningful look and nodded her head, muttering something under her breath in Greek. Glancing at the others, she continued in English.

"We don't want uncle Nikoloas to know where we are do we? You know he'll tell daddy. And you now how he doesn't approve of your drinking. Just put the phone away and well call him back later. Tell him we forgot to turn them back on when we got off the plane or something."


Kalli nodded back and turned the phone off with a click. With a mental sigh of releif but nervous eyes still shifting, Lysandra turned back to Jeremy.

"Uhm, and you? How long have you been in America? Forgive me if I sound rude, but your accent seems foreign as well."

ðþò íá ðù çëßèéï...ðþò íá ðù çëßèéï....ðþò íá ðù çëßèéo... How to recover from this....

Plastering a grin on her face and turning up the charm again, Kalli winked at Kolby and giggled.

"Ah, Lysandra is no fun anyway. You'd be better off with a girl who knows what she's doing."

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Mm. Strawberry. Despite the fact that his jacket and favorite shirt was ruined, Kolby had a huge goofy grin on his face. She so wants me.

Really? Could have fooled me on that one.
Drink your drink and shut the hell up.

While his twin snickered into her daiquiri, Kolby was frowning and debating his next move. Then, he had another girl in his lap. Ah. The bubbly one. Well, she had been drinking, and maybe she was more fond of removing her clothes then the other one. Then again, she'd been making googly eyes at Jeremy since he came downstairs. Eh, maybe she was too ditzy to notice the difference.

Between a tall, ruggedly handsome, and muscle-y German; and the skinnier, more breakable brit. Oh yea. She won't notice a thing.

"Hey there hot stuff. Your legs must be tired, you've been running through my head all day." Smile, wink, and point'n'click.

Meanwhile... In the real world...

Jeremy couldn't help but give Lysandra a small smile. She was smart, that's for sure. Although he was more then curious as to why she didn't want her sister... Or cousin, to not take the call. What could he say, he was a curious little bugger, especially when it came to electronics. And at the moment he was in the mood to do a little digging on his new friends. He usually didn't socialize with others unless he knew everything he could dig up on them. Paper trails were his friend.

"[colo=FFDE9E]Ja. Ich bin deutsch, von Belgien.

[/color]" Jeremy gave her a soft smile before taking the last few sips from his glass. "I've been in America for a few years, mostly here in Brookings, though. Can't say it's been terribly fun. But I've met a few new people." He nodded his head in Kolby's direction, regretting it a moment later when he realized that his friend's hand was already climbing up Kalli's shirt.

"Mein Gott."

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[/i]... but when the hand started up her shirt she stopped again, then grabbed his hand with the one that wasn't braced against him for support.

She shot him a smug look of challenge, daring him to make the next move.

Lysandra, on the other hand, was failing miserably at trying to act natural. She was suddenly acting a lot more focused and interested than she should have been... or really was, for that matter, trying very hard to keep her eyes from darting to her cousin.

"Oh, that sounds interesting! There certainly do seem to be quite a few... colorful? people here. But you say you're Belgian? My apologies, I called you German before didn't I? I mean,where I come from people get really offended when you mix up Greeks and Turks and Serbs, so I'm assuming it's the same principal where you're from. But then again everyone in the Balkans does kinda hate each other...Ah, but I'm rambling now. Kallistrate is the one who's good with people, not me."

Lysandra most certainly was rambling. Complete with nervous laughter. She even kinda had a twitch thing going on, though it consisted more of her twisting her hair than actually flinching.

Damnit.
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