Lieu: Camp Liberty (Clairing by the Lake → Salle de presse)
Interagir avec: Audrey, Ariel 
C'était le premier jour officiel de l'enregistrement, et la grande majorité des campeurs du Camp Liberty ont fait leur arrivée aujourd'hui. Contre la foule comme toujours, Sierra Jameson était arrivée au camping la veille, venant tout droit dans les bois dès qu'elle avait posé les pieds sur LA pour la première fois. Elle avait réussi à marquer le seul lit simple de la cabine qu'on lui avait assignée, et elle s'était installée sans problème ni revers avant d'aller dîner à la cafétéria. La nuit dernière, le temps lui avait été agréable, et elle supplia les dieux que la grande quantité d'arbres autour d'elle garderait la température dans les gammes auxquelles elle était habituée.
Elle avait profité de l'étrange fait qu'elle s'était réveillée tôt et que le camp était à peu près vide et libre de toute supervision pour explorer ce qui serait sa maison pour les deux prochains mois. Portant un short en jean, un T-shirt Avengers, des baskets Converse noires, Sierra a erré dans la forêt sans destination particulière jusqu'à ce qu'elle se retrouve à une clairière juste en face d'un bord de lac. Sierra sourit à elle-même. Elle avait trouvé ce qui serait son endroit sûr pour s'éloigner du camp quand elle était débordée, et l'endroit parfait pour fumer sans avoir à avoir des ennuis. Fumer semblait être une bonne idée maintenant qu'elle y pensait. Cela l'aiderait à se détendre et peut-être, peut-être, même être un peu moins sarcastique autour de la mer des gens qui arriveraient certainement aujourd'hui.
Sierra a jeté un long coup d'oeil autour de ses environs pour s'assurer qu'elle était complètement seule avant d'enlever ses vêtements. Elle se tenait dans la clairière sans rien d'autre que ses sous-vêtements, mais comment était-elle supposée garder l'odeur lourde de la cigarette de ses vêtements? Mais elle n'a pas trop réfléchi. En plaçant ses vêtements sur le sol dans une pile bien pliée, Sierra s'assit dessus et sortit un cig et un briquet de son petit sac de messager noir. Elle a placé le cig sur sa bouche, le tenant en place avec ses dents, et l'a éclairé expertement en un clin d'œil. Bientôt, l'odeur de nicotine avait rempli les poumons de Sierra, et elle sentit la nervosité et la tension souffler lentement de son corps avec la fumée. Sierra regardait tranquillement le lac, la lumière du soleil illuminait l'eau, le ciel bleu brillant sans nuages en vue, tandis qu'une douce brise jouait avec ses écluses noires lâches. Si sa mère avait voulu que Sierra passe son été en enfer, elle s'était tellement trompée.
Le temps calme de Sierra a été interrompu lorsque la notification de message texte de Kim Possible est venue de son sac, signalant l'arrivée d'un nouveau texte. Sierra a rapidement fait sortir son téléphone pour lire le message.
De: Audrey-boo
Une fille. Le X-Box 360 est ouvert et nous avons quelques minutes avant les présentations. Dites-moi que vous êtes là! :D
Sierra sourit brillamment sur son téléphone. Elle avait rencontré Audrey dans l'un des serveurs X-box 360, et ils étaient devenus des amis rapides se liant sur les jeux qu'ils jouaient, la musique qu'ils écoutaient et juste les luttes quotidiennes d'être un adolescent. En un rien de temps, les filles s'étaient ajoutées dans tous les médias sociaux qu'elles avaient (ce qui n'était que Facebook dans l'affaire Sierra) et avaient bientôt des conversations Skype 4 à 5 jours par semaine. Leur amitié ne fait que s'accentuer avec le temps, et ils ont tous les deux lancé des soirées de danse individuelles quand ils ont découvert que Sierra allait au Camp Liberty. Pour rendre les choses encore plus amusantes, Sierra a été classée dans l'équipe rouge, où Audrey serait le leader cette année. Il était évident de dire que, même si elle avait manqué de passer l'été avec sa grande sœur Chloe ou son meilleur ami Joo, Sierra était au-delà de l'excitation de rencontrer finalement Audrey.
Tenir le cig en place avec ses dents, Sierras pouces a volé à travers l'écran, liant une réponse rapide à Audrey.
Aux : Audrey-boo
Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça? Je suis ici depuis hier soir. Donne-moi une seconde et je serai là. J'ai hâte de vous rencontrer et de battre votre mignon petit cul de gamer! ;P
En prenant les dernières traînées de sa cigarette, Sierra a pressé le cul sur la semelle de sa sneaker et l'a jetée sur une poubelle à proximité. Elle s'est assurée de couvrir l'odeur de la nicotine de sa peau d'une bonne quantité de parfum avant de s'habiller, de lui mettre quelques menthes dans la bouche et de se rendre dans la salle des médias. Cependant, son téléphone a signalé l'arrivée d'un autre texte pendant qu'elle marchait, et Sierra a pris un moment pour lire de qui il était.
De: Ariel le chaton pas la sirène
Devinez qui est au camp, aime! Amène ton cul au hall principal du PRONTO.
Sierra n'a pas pu m'aider, mais gâcher les mots à l'écran. Ariel avait probablement envoyé cela comme un texte à plusieurs personnes en même temps, parce qu'il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'elle puisse oublier que Sierra savait qu'elle était au camp.
Aux: Ariel le chaton pas la sirène
On a passé toute la nuit ensemble hier, Kitty. Je sais très bien que vous êtes ici au camp. ;D LOL XD
Quoi qu'il en soit, j'ai rendez-vous avec un ami. Je t'attraperai après.
PS: J'espère que vous avez quelques amis chauds que vous pouvez me présenter! Je veux avoir une compagnie intime pendant que je suis ici.
Sierra a envoyé le message à Ariel et a continué sur son chemin vers la salle des médias. Elle ouvrit la porte de la chambre et regarda tranquillement jusqu'à ce que ses yeux tombent sur un visage familier assis dans le coin d'un des longs canapés de la salle des médias. La bouche de Sierra est devenue un sourire de chat du Cheshire.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuudreeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy" Sierra hurlait fort, faisant tourner la tête avant de s'attaquer à la brune aux cheveux longs insoupçonnés. Les deux filles sont tombées sur le long canapé dans un enchevêtrement de membres, avec Sierra gloussant. Elle se leva rapidement, attendit qu'Audrey le fasse avant de faire un câlin serré à son amie. Oh mon Dieu, je ne peux pas croire que nous sommes en train de nous rencontrer après toutes ces années d'être des buts de fille gamer! Et laissez-moi juste dire, vous êtes tellement plus jolie en personne... Elle lui a dit avec un sourire éclatant.
”If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun” –Katharine Hepburn
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►Full Name◄
Fiorella Marina Aguilar
►Nickname◄
Lela (Pronounced Leh-lah)- an affectionate nickname given to Fiorella by her maternal grandmother that eventually became part of her identity. It may sound dumb to many, but Fiorella loves it.

►Birth Date◄
November/7/1998
►Age◄
17
►Gender◄
Female
►Sexuality◄
Heterosexual
►Relationship Status◄
Single and looking to have a good time
►Sexually Active◄
If anyone asks: yes. In truth? She's only gone as far as third base.
►Team Color◄
Pink
►Years At Camp◄
This is Fiorella's first year.



►In Depth Appearance◄
If there's one thing that Fiorella is known for, is for always looking fabulous. Her makeup is done depending on the occasion (natural on her daily routine but all glammed up for outings), but her golden rule is to never leave the house without some mascara and lipstick or lip gloss. Her fingernails and toenails are always perfectly groomed, and her eyebrows neatly plucked. Her personal style is colorful, up to the latest trends and includes sandals (when in casual situations), high heels (which she looooves, wears them for outings), jean shorts, skinny jeans, sundresses, skirts, sleveless tops and bags (which she pretty much collects). She also loves to wear jewelry such as earrings, bracelets, rings, anklets and necklaces. However, the one thing you can count on Fiorella always wearing is a gold necklace with the nickname "Lela" in cursive (a gift from her grandmother) and her Pandora charm bracelet (a gift from her parents on her 15th birthday).
Fiorella has long, naturally curvy hair that she occasionally straightens and could be dyed any shade of brown depending on what she feels like. Her olive skin is tan 'round the clock due to basically living on the beach (and because the Caribbean sun is ever-present and unforgiving). She stands at 5'6" with a curvy body that's stereotypical of Latino women: wide hips, big breasts (36C) and big thighs. She has the basic earlobe piercing and no scars or tattoos. Another defining quality of hers is that she always ALWAYS wears perfume, and the scents fall in the sweet-fruity category.
►Habits & Quirks◄

Is always sucking on a cherry lollipop or chewing wintermint gum.
Flips her hair constantly.
Her face is clear in expressing everything she's feeling or thinking.
Gives a superior smirk when she know people are bullshitting her.
Will make comments in Spanish so no one can understand her. 
►Likes & Dislikes◄
Likes:

Dancing
Partying/Clubbing
Reggaeton and Hip Hop Music
Cherry Lollipops
The Beach
Guys
Road Trips
Makeup
Pandora jewelry
Shopping
Attention (especially from the males)
Perfume

Dislikes:

Her nose
Rules
People that stink, are dirty and/or unkempt
Being ignored
Breaking a nail
Chipped nail polish
Her perfume not lasting
When her parents try to ground her
Her hair and/or makeup getting messed up
Sweating
NO SIGNAL ON HER IPHONE!!!

►Fears & Phobias◄

Getting nail fungus.
Animals of any kind.
Poverty
Becoming a victim of her homeland's high criminality.


►Good Personality Traits◄

Passionate
Determined
Friendly
Smart
Loyal
Outgoing
Energetic

►Bad Personality Traits◄

Loud
Jealous
Controlling
Entitled
Perfectionist
Possessive
Stubborn

►Personality◄
To the world, Fiorella Aguilar is the funnest, most outgoing person you could ever meet. She lives and breathes energy, and charms every person in the room she sets foot in. She has an outstanding ability to make friends and make everyone feel welcomed and acknowledged. If Lela befriends you, you can be certain that she will be the most loyal, protective and trustworthy person you'll know. She will always have your back, take your secrets to the grave and gladly give you the best advice for whichever particular situation you're going through. Those who know her on a personal level consider her a real drama queen, but love to be entertained with the stories of why she reacted the way she did. Whenever Lela sets her mind onto someone or something, you can be sure that she will stop at nothing to get it.
In the romance aspect, Fiorella is a flirtatious charmer; she can have a guy wrapped up around her finger with minimum effort. She enjoys to fool around when single, but is dead serious when she gets into a relationship. When Lela falls in love, she falls HARD and gives it her everything. She loves to spoil her boyfriend with just about anything, and will stop at nothing to make him feel happy and loved. She is very sweet, loving and passionate... So passionate, that she often needs a few 'playtime sessions' to feel completely satisfied. If you happen to be the lucky man Lela chooses to be her partner, you will have by your side a woman that will be yours in body, mind and spirit, and one who will stick by you through thick and thin.
Beneath this layer of good traits lies a darker, more intense side or Fiorella. The most innocent of these dark traits would be that she's very impatient. She can be incredibly jealous whenever she sees something she considers hers at risk of being 'stolen', which brings us to the next bad traits: entitled, possessive, and controlling. Lela lives her life thinking that her best friends and partners belong to her only, and that she can have them do whatever she pleases whenever she pleases. She is rather skilled at the arts of manipulation via crying and throwing tantrums, and often gets her way easily. Even if she is, Lela will never admit she's wrong and will try her hardest to convince the other person they're in the wrong. Though Lela is a great friend, she can easily become your worst enemy should you betray her trust in any way. If she thinks you've done her wrong or you have harmed her, she will hold that grudge until her dying day. The phrase 'forgive and forget' is not on her vocabulary.
►Place Of Origin◄
San Juan, Puerto Rico


►Background◄
Giovanni Aguilar (child of a Puerto Rican father and an Italian mother) and Marina Rodríguez (100% Puerto Rican) had met through mutual friends at college and eventually fell in love during a study trip around Europe. The couple dated for a year after and married after a year-long engagement in which they had finished their bachelors' degrees. They decided to pursue graduate studies, which they did and achieved with honors while their first daughter was on the way. On November 7 of 1998, Fiorella Marina Aguilar Rodríguez was welcomed into the world with open arms. She would be the only daughter of the CEO of the Puerto Rico Merk Pharmaceutical plant and the head of the Pharmacy department of said place.
Due to the nature of their demanding work positions, Fiorella was raised in the upscale part of Guaynabo (a town in Puerto Rico) by her maternal grandmother until she was old enough to attend school. The mature woman provided Fiorella with the love and attention only a grandmother is capable of giving, but was slightly blinded to her granddaughter's misbehavior. This fact would be especially important in Fiorella's life for various reasons: the first one being that it was her grandmother who gave her the 'Lela' nickname, the second being that Lela grew up thinking she could get away from everything, the third being she learned to respect elders, and the fourth being that she didn't have a strong authority figure at home.
From the moment she was enrolled at Puerto Rico's most expensive private school at pre-K (4 years old), Fiorella had been one of the most popular girls at school. After a rocky start because of the sudden change of being away from her grandmother, Lela made friends easily. Apart from being a social butterfly, Lela excelled in her studies (even when her school had an advanced bilingual curriculum) and even in sports. As she grew up, Lela became involved in whichever extracurricular activities she could handle, which gave her experience in pretty much every field. She performed in various school plays, participated in sporting and academical competitions, was a cheerleader, dancer, team player... All the while keeping top grades in her classes. To nobody's surprise, Lela was voted Senior class president, and worked her hardest to make sure her and her classmates got the graduation, prom and Senior Trip to the Bahamas they deserved. As a reward for all of her hard work during the course of her school years, Lela was accepted into Harvard's Biochemistry program. Her goal is to become a pharmacist like her mother.
When she reached teenhood, Lela started going out. It stated out innocent at first: pool parties, sleepovers, movies, bowling, shopping, movies... But by the time she was sixteen, Lela had gone to a few nightclubs, was the life of every party she attended and had a decent tolerance for alcohol. Though she enjoyed the buzz the drinking gave her she was always careful to avoid getting drunk. Because of her parents' positions at work, they often found themselves traveling. Whenever they did, they left Fiorella home alone, but always reminding her that she was not allowed to go out or have anyone over during the time they were away. Of course, being the sneaky teen that she is, Lela took advantage of the situation and threw parties that became legends at Baldwin School. And now that she was graduating in May, when her parents left for a trip in April, Lela took it upon herself to throw the biggest bash in all Baldwin School history. The party was in full swing: loud reggaeton music blasting through the sound system, people dancing in the pool, playing beer-pong in the dining table, having sex in the bathrooms... Everything you can imagine at a typical teenage party was happening at Fiorella's place. She had been busy making out with the older brother of one of her best friends when her parents suddenly busted into the house. Their flight had been canceled until the following day, and they've decided to come home only to find this wild party happening. After kicking everybody out, they gave Fiorella the biggest scolding of her life and threatened her with everything: not letting her go to her Senior trip, giving her Mercedes back to the dealer, cancelling the reservation of Club Brava for her 18th birthday party... In the end and after some research, Giovanni and Marina decided to send Fiorella to Camp Liberty instead of her going with them to Europe like they had planned. She was set to leave a few days after returning from her Senior Trip.
►Extra◄
Painting my nails
C O P Y R I G H T
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