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Post by bailey eloise parker on Feb 15, 2011 5:03:46 GMT -6
 Wow, it had been four years since she had stepped foot in valkyrie and honestly when bailey left she really had no plans on ever coming back. she'd made it perfectly apparent to paisley when ever the two had spoken that if she wanted to visit she was more then welcome to come to new york or the two could go on a holiday together, hell bailey would even pay for her just as long as she didn't have to go back to this god forsaken place where souls go to die. still bitter about the past? oh yeah, just a little bit. examining her nails as the driver of the limousine informed her that they would be entering the city limits in the next ten minutes. bailey let out a mumbled thanks and continued to stare out the window the cool california air hitting her in the face, still it was nowhere near as cold as the manhattan winter she had accustomed herself to, the snow, ice skating at the rockerfeller center, giggling at all the tourists at central park and still feeling like a tourist herself at times, she would miss new york. but as much as she hated to admit it to herself, and would never admit it aloud to anyone else, valkyrie was home it had become her home as soon as she set foot in that town when she was sixteen years old with her eyes all wide and ready to be corrupted. and corrupt the scandalous little californian bubble did.
Despite the alcoholism that she was still struggling to shake, the psychotic bastard that shot and killed her little sister and drove her brother to breaking point, the town possibly had some redeeming qualities. she'd made some amazing friends, of course she hadn't spoken to them in years either, save for paisley but paisley was her family and when the two spoke they never really did mention the past. maybe they both just knew neither of them wanted to speak of it. but the rest of her friends, daphne and anne. fuck, bailey didn't have the slightest clue about them anymore. not that she cared, the three of them drifted apart during senior year when bailey had become best friends with nina, shay and paisley. of course she knew what shay had been up to and a small smirk played on the petite blondes face when she recalled the brief encounter she had the 'elite' model and her hipster crew in nyc. uh, pathetic models what a useless talent looking emaciated and beautiful was. nina though, she'd asked jules but he'd been shady on the subject almost defensive and bailey knew the giant prick must of done something to hurt her, but as far as she knew none of her old friends lived in valkyrie anymore. except paisley who had just returned and thankfully taking bailey in like a stray, because there was no way in hell she was staying with her mother and that idiotic husband of hers.
The limousine driver said something to her again and bailey snapped from her train of thought and looked up to see him smiling at her from the rear view mirror. Oh they were driving into town, and wow...it looked damaged, it seemed stupid on her behalf to be driving in a limo down the main street of valkyrie now. it was like a bomb site, well it was the site of a natural disaster and while she had seen and heard things on the news she didn't actually think it would look this bad. she'd stayed in l.a a few days longer then anticipated waiting for paisley to get in contact with her and letting jules come here on his own under strict instruction to not tell their parents or any other family that she was coming to town. why? because bailey had every intention of not even coming to valkyrie and simply bailing back to new york, but of course the rational side of her eventually won over and she called paisley to let her know that she was coming to stay indefinitely, because valkyrie was home and she knew jules wouldn't be able to handle their family on his own and would probably royally fuck things up.
She chewed her bottom lip and surveyed the damage from behind the dark tinted windows of the limo, people had obviously already started the clean up. even the valks looked less glamorous then she remembered it, mansions desecrated and damaged from the earthquake. god, she hoped her mothers home wasn't badly damaged as much as she wasn't attached the monstrosity of a house she knew how much her mother adored the grecian inspired mansion. bailey would have to go by there this afternoon, or maybe tomorrow...no she'd call jules first and find out when a good time would be, preferably when caleb wasn't home. she was being such a coward about seeing anybody besides paisley, even seeing gale freaked her out a little bit. then there was timothy, she'd rather smack her head against a wall then see him. well that was a bit of an exaggeration but bailey wasn't completely prepared to randomly run into him somewhere around town, she did just leave valkyrie without telling him where she was going, or though she assumed if he was to have cared he would of made an effort to ask her parents he was their bloody neighbour afterall. "driver, it's just this one up here on the right."
[/color] bailey smiled politely as he gave her a small nod and pulled into the drive way of the house. well she hoped it was the right one, she scribbled the address down on the back of her almost empty marlboro packet before stupidly throwing it out when she got a new one and she was only vaguely sure if this was the right address. Hoisting her luggage out of the car, bailey closed the limousines trunk and thanked the driver, grumbling slightly as he got back into the car leaving her to struggle with her bags. god, she'd been fending for herself for almost four years already and she still wasn't used to opening her own doors and carrying her own bags. "dodgy fucking limo driver."[/b] she cursed under her breath as she ran a hand through her blonde hair and pulled her chloe bag up onto her shoulder and hooked her other bag through her arm, slowly but surely dragging the other suitcase behind her and up the drive to the front door, dropping her bags as soon as she hit the door step, her index finger pressing at the doorbell furiously. oh and she was still as impatient as ever as well, but to be fair she did want to see her cousin and find out what the hell happened to her. [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by paiselyparker on Feb 25, 2011 22:56:57 GMT -6
 - - - - - - …it was weird, having been in valkyrie for so long now. and by long, she meant almost a month. but it was true, nontheless. paisely parker hadn't been in valkyrie this long since she was eighteen, care-free and graduating high school. before then, she'd never lived anywhere but valkyrie. she loved valkyrie and all the memories the city had given her - good or bad. the bad memories of her adolescence seemed like bliss, pure bliss, from where she was now. and the good memories? she'd cherish them forever. paisely had made all her best friends in valkyrie. she remembered when her cousin bailey moved to valkyrie from australia, and while they may not have been attached at the hip since they'd hung with different people, they'd still been close. and then paisely befriended nina suresh and shay anderson. bailey was a part of that group, by that point in time. they really had been the best of friends, always their for each other, terrorizing the town, painting the walls red. she could remember all the sleepovers, the gossip, the drama, the heart to hearts. they clearest memory she'd had of the four of them was graduation night. she remembered the tears, the hugs, the smiles, the "i'll miss you's!" and all. of course they'd seen each other after that, but it wasn't long be for the four girl friendship fell through the cracks.
…after high school ended, the girls sort of went their separate ways. nina went off to the middle of nowhere, may as well have been fucking egypt, but she didn't keep in touch at all. paisely was scouted and brought onto an olympic volleyball team, so she began travelling, going to tournaments, and rarely coming back to valkyrie for longer than a weekend. bailey and shay ended up in new york, the first to become a ballerina, the latter became a model. the three of them never hung out though. for all paisely knew, bailey and shay didn't even talk anymore. it really wasn't much of a topic of conversation. paisely kept in touch with both of them though. bailey was her cousin, her best friend in the world, so naturally they'd kept in touch. bailey was probably the one person who she saw most often, more so than her own direct family. two of paisely's sisters lived in new york too, though, so that made it easy to visit. she got four people out of the way just in the big apple: bailey, shatton, callie, and shay. shay was a little more tough to set up meetings with, but they managed to get lunch or coffee every now and again. they texted and emailed and talked on the phone too, all that good stuff. but bailey was really the only one paisely remained an actual friend with, a true blue, same as high school best friend. they were blood, they had stronger bonds. it was only natural, right?
…being back in valkyrie was comforting, though. despite the circumstances that forced her to return, paisely was happy to be home. dorothy never said anything more true than "there's no place like home." it was a healing process, and yes, it would take a while, but she was with people she loved. unfortunately, valkyrie was in ruins due to the earthquake. it lacked luster and it's former glory. people were dead, her own mother amongst them. sometimes paisely felt guilty, like she was so wrapped up in her own nightmares that she wasn't taking the time to properly mourn her mother. and other times she wondered if the fact that her mother was gone only added to the severe depression she sometimes endured. regardless, she was grateful to be home, to see her dad and brothers and her one sister still in valkyrie. her house had been broken though, a plethora of broken wood and shards of glass. gale had returned from the army, taken an extended leave from it all to help around. he got a three bedroom house on a ridge overlooking the beach in the valks, partially because it was one of the only ones undamaged, and partially because he was considering settling down. paisely thought three bedrooms was kind of big at first, since only she and gale would be living there and an extra room wasn't all that necessary, but then they spoke to bailey, and that third bedroom became pretty important.
…paisely had been thrilled to hear that bailey was going to be moving in with them, temporarily at least, if not longer. paisely couldn't imagine being stuck in a house alone with gale until further notice. yes, she loved her big brother to death, but he just... well, he was your average guy. not to mention bailey was the only person on the planet paisely felt she could tell the truth to. she didn't plan on just dropping it on her right away, it would take some time, but she would tell her eventually. she was the only person she could tell, the one person who wouldn't treat her differently when she knew the nightmare that'd really happened behind the story everybody else thought they knew. paisely hadn't told anybody yet. bailey was probably the only person she ever would tell, or so she figured at the moment. she was trying not to think of that though. she'd barely gotten sleep that entire night, which was kind of a good thing because it kept the nightmares away for at least one twelve hour period. she felt like a little kid waiting for christmas morning to go see what santa had gotten her. she'd really missed bailey, it'd been a while since she'd seen her, and she hadn't seen her once since the incident. when morning finally rolled around she showered, which was a pain as usual due to her leg brace. it was better than the cast though, she could at least walk on her own. she actually got herself ready and all. if bailey was going to leave at all today, paisely wanted to go with her. she hadn't seen jules or her aunt at all yet, so she figured she may as well go. plus, gale would probably be with violet and rocco, or maybe wyatt and lottie. he had a life.
…when she was all settled, paisely sat down on the couch, and turned on her classical music, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. it was like a daily ritual. she heard gale stumble out of his room, groggy as always, "i'm going to go buy food and stuff... since bailey is coming today and all." paisely just shrugged, "get some milk too, considering you poisoned ours by drinking right out of the gallon." he snorted, and went back into his room. she wasn't sure how long it'd been by the time he came back out, she didn't keep track of time very well these days, "hungry?" paisely looked at him, "well, just get something on your way back." he nodded, "i might be a while. i'm gonna go see dad and the boys too. and probably make sure shasta is doing all right since her husband broke his arm and all that." paisely nodded and put her head back, "buh bye gale-bear. wuv you." he ruffled her hair as he walked by, and she smiled. she listened to him start the car and leave, waiting until it was silent again, well, excluding her music that is. but then she heard the unfamiliar purr of a fine vehicle outside, and she pause the music, sitting up and listening intently. at first she thought the car passed entirely, but then she heard muffled voices. it was only moments later that the doorbell rang.
…the girl jumped up, bumping into the coffee table clumsily because of the bulky mass on her leg. she wobbled over to the front, breathing in deeply, and then opened it. outside was her blonde beauty of a cousin, looking quite irate to say the least. paisely grinned at her though, really grinned at her (something that she rarely did) and chimed "bailey!" before pulling her into an awkward hug, "i frikken missed you!" she muttered before pulling back, "look at you, you little gorgeous thing. how have you been?" she picked up one of bailey's bags and turned to lead her upstairs and into the room next to her own. the two rooms were connected by the outside balcony too, set with a lovely view. finally dropping the bag near the closet, and proceeding to sit herself down on the bed, paisely looked expectantly at her cousin, "what's the four-one-one?" she asked a little jokingly. she acted nonchalant, like she was good as new, nothing wrong with her. she still had one arm in a sling though, and she was sure a few of the cuts on her face stood out still, not to mention the bags under her eyes from the small amounts of sleep she'd gotten over the past few months. and then there was always the sad visage that seemed permanently imbedded into her features, which, she prayed, weren't as obvious at the moment since she found herself genuinely happy.
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Post by bailey eloise parker on Mar 2, 2011 9:02:27 GMT -6
Agnes de mille had once said ‘ballet technique is arbitrary and very difficult. it never becomes easy... it becomes possible.’ but for bailey that entirely applied to life, it never was easy but it was possible. it was possible to be happy because she could make herself become one of the happy people. much like the triple pirouette you could make it seem and look effortless but it never will be. she sighed and ran a hand through her hair, waiting. would it be hard being back in valkyrie? seeing old faces, people who knew her before she was bailey the prima ballerina. but as bailey, the troubled teen. she worked so hard to change who she was, to become a better person and the more she thought about being back here, where it all went wrong. it scared her, of course she’d never show it. she’d put on that grin of hers, her back straight with that air of natural grace she had and be seemingly effortlessly happy. it wasn’t that bailey was unhappy, she could actually count the past few years to be the happiest she’s ever had. independence suited her well, living away from her family and valkyrie was good for her, she had always been a talented dancer but in new york she excelled. of course it wasn’t without it’s downfalls. ryan, the name alone made a lump form in the back of her throat but she’d done a good job of not thinking about him. it was an old bailey skill, repressing and pushing all those things she didn’t want to think about to the very back of her mind. she was skilled at that. but ryan was something different, he wasn’t a problem he’d been the complete opposite of a problem to her. and she knew that she ended things badly and she had handled it all terribly, it was like something her mother would do, and that alone pissed off bailey. he hadn’t done anything to deserve her walking out on him, completely freaking out. her hesitating to be with him and doubting their relationship was proof enough to bailey that she didn’t deserve him though. she probably never did.
The moment he came into her life all awkward, bumbling and well-mannered. ugh she should of just known right then and there that she’d do something to break his heart. it was in her nature to screw things up. but he was everything that she needed and wanted then. bailey always had a habit of dating idiots or people who were completely wrong for her, and ryan wasn’t. he wasn’t one of those arrogant douche-bag boyfriends who would come to watch her dance, and shower her with extravagant jewelry and gifts. only to take her out after the show get wasted and attempt to bang her in the alley beside the club. that wasn’t even the worst of them. no even when they first started their friendship he’d stay back late at work so she could practice in the studios without the teaching and other staff knowing, sitting quietly and just watching. always offering to walk her home when she was done for the night. he was too nice, she should of stopped it there. but she didn’t. they started dating, quietly and only a handful of people knew – the people who mattered the most to her in nyc - because she didn’t know if it would harm his job or her position at juilliard. sneaking kisses when they passed in the corridors, going to the dodgy unknown restaurants because if they ran into one of her dance teachers it would be their necks. and then she fell for him, more then she’d ever fallen for anyone before. bailey loved him, she honestly did. so she graduated and was accepted in the nyc ballet company a esteemed and envied position that ballerinas all over the world would kill for, she was on cloud nine. they moved in together, she got the lead in swan lake. perfection, her life was pure perfection and opening night came around a full house. he’d come backstage after the show to her dressing room, bailey was celebrating with the other dancers and she knew that he wanted to speak to her alone, he had that nervous grin on his face. so she excused herself, and then it was the two of them in this dressing room. her heart was still racing from the adrenaline of the last curtain call and applause, he’d later tell her his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. he didn’t buy her roses, he bought her tulips instead and he fumbled nervously with the pocket in his suit jacket. the ring box fell to the floor, and she knew right then and there but she couldn’t find words, so she nodded and tried to speak but instead, she – bailey parker just cried, nodded, hugged and kissed this amazing man.
Then she broke his heart. with nothing but a letter for a goodbye with a pathetic explanation about how she was a coward, she packed her bags while he was working and left. moved into a penthouse in central manhattan, bailey knew he tried to find her. she’d seen him, at the company and in the lobby of her building. she was a horrible person, and it just proved how much he didn’t need someone like her. then the earthquake happened, a perfect distraction. now here she was, waiting on the doorstep of a house she hoped belonged to her cousins. she tugged nervously at the hem of her top, she was so excited to see them she really was. but she knew what paisley had been through that man had kidnapped her, she could of died. bailey hadn’t found out she was missing until a week before the quake and then and there she had screamed at her father for being such an idiot and not telling her soon. paisley was like a sister to her and she hadn’t been there at the hospital for her when she woke up, of course knowing paisley and the parker girl pride she knew that it probably hadn’t bothered her cousin that she didn’t have bailey there fussing over her. it still had infuriated bailey though, that she couldn’t be there by her side, giving her sarcastic remarks and sneaking in junk food for them to eat so she didn’t have to deal with shitty hospital food. the scowl was quickly removed from her face when she heard the lock click and the front door opened. she barely registered paisley’s excited greeting before bailey had dropped her handbag and throwing her arms around her cousin. pulling away, she grinned at paisley ”i missed you to, i’m so sorry i didn’t come sooner. fucking life, well i guess you know about how shitty life can be. what’s with our parker bad luck hey?” oh sarcasm and wit, the bailey parker way of communication. bailey quickly leaned in again to give her cousin a peck on the cheek. grabbing the rest of her bags, she followed paisley through the house and up a set of stairs. the room was gorgeous, views of the beach. she did love the new york city skyline, but seeing valkyrie beach outside her bedroom window every morning was something she could most certainly live with.
She flopped down on the bed next to where her cousins said and let out a sigh, kicking of her boots and pointing her toes. grimacing when she felt the cracking of the joints in her toes. ballet had ruined her feet, but the pain and ugly feet were worth the beauty of dance. ”i’m doing...fine.”
[/b] she paused before continuing ”we have a lot of catching up to do, a lot of stories to swap...good and of course, the bad.” she didn’t want to pressure her cousin into opening up about her ordeal, she knew that it was probably hard enough for her already. but she was putting it out there on the table for paisley, letting her know that it was a something she would eventually have to talk to bailey about. in her own time of course. propping herself up on her elbows so she could get a better look at paisley. bailey examined her cousins appearance, she was still beautiful. even with the bags under her eyes and the cuts on her face. the parkers did heroin chic well, kate moss eat your heart out. still bailey couldn’t hide the concerned look that briefly crossed her face when she looked at paisley. what she was going through, bailey could relate on a certain level. she’d lost her sister suddenly when bailey was only sixteen, and paisley’s mother had been her aunt as well. but everything else...blowing a strand of hair out of her face, bailey adjusted her position so she was sitting cross legged on the bed in front of paisley. reaching out she brushed the hair out of her cousins face, letting a ‘hmmm’ sound escape her mouth as she smiled. ”i need to give you a facial, oh and sign your cast. you could maybe sell it? my signature might actually be worth something these days.” bailey joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. she was serious about signing the cast though. ”and have you ran into anyone yet? i’m kind of nervous to see...some people.” bailey said, her tone wasn’t somber but enthusiastic – like a kid who’d just ate too much sugar - bouncing up and down on the bed, like she was a teenager again, bailey finally felt glad to be back. it was the right thing to do, be here. with her family because ultimately they were everything and she needed them as much as they needed her. [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by paiselyparker on Mar 6, 2011 18:44:02 GMT -6
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…nightmares had become a common occurence in paisely's life. she'd grown frighten of her bedroom, of the dark. nightfall was something the girl had come to dread. it truly was the bane of her existence. the girl couldn't help it though, and she never mentioned anything to gale because she already felt like the sob story of the year, she didn't need anymore pity, anymore comfort. the memories would go away eventually, wouldn't they? she had no idea. paisely really lost out on sleep over it all, though. she'd probably even developed some minor ocd habits as a pre-bedtime ritual. the gir would do practically anything, staying up well into the night. at first gale used to try and stay up with her, or she'd pretend to go to sleep and sneak out of her room, wide-eyed and exhausted later. gale stopped waiting for her though, and she stopped trying to hide that fact that she rarely slept. she would do just about anything avoid shutting her eyes. she'd go on the computer, check her email, she'd call her family in australia since it was daytime there. sometimes she'd watch late night television, which is horrid, mind you. when she got really desperate she would even bake and cook. a few nights ago gale woke up to paisely asleep over the counter top with a four layer cake, decorated and all, sitting on the counter.
…but it wasn't like paisely could not sleep forever. at least, she couldn't manage it without lling herself, which would involve more than just, well, sleeping. so inevitably, her eyes would flutter shut, and maybe if she were lucky the nightmares would stay away, letting her rest peacefully, but most nights that was not the case at all. the vivid depictions she saw in her slumber were never the same, though some very similar to others. sometimes she was wandering through the dark, but never able to get out. other times she was reliving the car crash, the pain, the blood. neither of those were exactly good dreams, but they weren't the worst that the devil managed to conjure in her mind. the absolute most awful dreams she could have, well they involved him. when she was awake and totally coherent, paisely had trained herself to block out those unpleasant memories and faces, but when she was asleep? she was powerful to the strength of the nightmares, all she could do was succumb to them and pray she would wake up soon. she couldn't block out his face in the worst ones. she could see every detail, every expression, every devilish grin or glimmer of sweat. she could see the room, the candellights. she could feel the cloth in her throat, keeping her from screaming. she could feel him. she could see everything, every little thing that had happened to her in that time. it was, by far, the scariest thing she had to face, reliving it. it always felt so real, like she'd been thrown right into the fray, like she'd never escaped and seen gale again or been in the hospital room. sometimes she felt so desparate, as cold and vulnerable as she had the first time.
…and then she would wake up. the more mild dreams usually just caused her to jolt forward, drenched in perspiration, her hair glued to her forehead. the latter mentioned, however, were always more intense. she would scream bloody murder until she found herself in reality, panting and choking for air. it was always a relief when her eyesight focused in on gale's concerned expression. most nights she would cry afterwards, and when she fell asleep for the second time it was usually a deep, dark sleep without any disturbances. paisely felt awful though. she was ashamed ry time she realized she'd woken gale up with worry. the past week he hadn't come in, which relieved her. she figured he started sleeping with some music now. but bailey? paisely was really worried that she'd be disturbing bailey's resting hours. the girl liked her beauty seep, hell, who didn't? it'd been the one negative aspect to having her cousin come live with her. paisely hated the idea of waking up to bailey repeating her name with a firm grip on her shoulders. at least with gale, well, he was prepared. she knew he had nightmares about the army too. she'd done the same thing for him a few nights. the fact that his nightmares still stuck with him diminished her hope that hers would go away. she figured she was cursed with them forever.
…gale wasn't much into emotions and heart to hearts, though. when he woke her up from her personal hells, well, they never spoke about it. he comforted her until she fell asleep, and went back to bed. she did the same for him, though it wa much less often and had only happened once since she'd moved back to valkyrie. bailey would be an entirely different story, though. she was so much more perceptive than gale, and a lot more blunt, in all actuality. paisely and bailey had always been honest with each other, and she knew bailey wouldn't stand on the side lines when she was awakened by the shrieks from the seventh circle of hades. they would talk about it, and paisely knew that was something she couldn't simply beat around the bush to. it would have to be soon, but not yet. paisely didn't want to ruin their reunion with dark tales and doomsday stories of a past she never wanted to revisit. it would happen, and maybe it would help, but as of now she planned on keeping her lips sealed. maybe she could even prolong it until bailey forced it out of her. forcing it out wasn't something she thought bailey would do though, so she'd tell her. just, later.
…despite the tears and fears that were bound to come up later, paisely was elated to see bailey walk through her door. she couldn't help but squeal like a school girl on christms morning. "no problem, love. you really haven't missed a damn thing." she snorted at bailey's comment. it was nice to have her around. she felt like a shadow of the old paisely again, more than she'd felt in a long time, "we do have bad luck, don't we? aphrodite must be jealous of our looks. she cursed us." greek mythology, bogus, but who cares. when bailey pecked her on the cheek, paisely responded with a flagrant "muah." it took some effort to get into bailey's room, but she went upstairs every day, so she'd gotten used to it. at first, gale would have to carry her, but she could manage just fine on her own at this point. she plopped down on the bed, an expectant expression on her face. she hadn't felt this easy going in so long... it was mind boggling. she felt like she was on all time high or something. she shrugged at bailey's response, "fine?" she scoffed, "i can relate i guess. but sure, good and bad." paisely broke eye contact at this point, looking at bailey's feet. ah, the price of talent. paisely's feet were fairly odd looking themselves, not nearly as bad as bailey's since she'd basically stopped ballet when she really got into volleyball, but now she had man shoulders, or at least she thought she did.
…staring at her cousin again, paisely sighed, "so what happened with ryan?" she asked. she noticed the absence of the ring on bailey's fingers, and she'd very pointedly gestured toward it. she hadn't talked to her cousin in a while, but she could tell something was up. plus, it was better for bailey to talk about her life than for paisely to go over her own. she wasn't quite ready for that yet. maybe later. she noticed the brief flicker of emotion crossing bailey's face as she examined her, and paisely diverted her gaze by looking out the window. she wasn't bothered by it, just embarrassed. paisely had been mentally preparing herself for bailey's scrutiny for the past week. she didn't want to find herself annoyed with her cousin, since bailey really did have every right to keep an eye on her. she liked being watched out for, actually, it just made her rather uneasy. "ooo, a facial?" paisely beamed one of her most winning grins, "i haven't had one in forever. can we please pamper ourselves tonight? like a sleepover?" she requested excitedly. it'd been a while since she'd had some girl time. now seemed like a keen moment to embrace it. paisely bit her lip slightly when bailey asked about the public of valkyrie, "not really, i haven't gone out much since i got back. just to dad's house and back, really." she shrugged, but suddenly looked at bailey was wide eyes, "oh! but when i first got into town i ran into nina at the airport. ya know, nina? fell off the face of the planet nina?" paisely had a matter-of-fact tone to her voice, "it was the most awkward thing ever. and she was wearing a potato sack or something. shocker, shocker, eh?" running into nina at the airport wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. paisely had felt bad about her lack of civility to the girl who was once her best friend, but can you really blame her for not being miss unicorns and lollipops? not to mention, nina hadn't had her friendly face on either. "otherwise, i haven't seen anybody yet," paisely continued, "how's jules doing?"
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