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♢  ⤷   𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛

had a crazy weekend so i apologize for not being around. going to attempt to do some replies but they might be coming tomorrow. this week is also insane, my friend is getting married on Friday so there’s a lot leading up to it. hoping to get on when i can!

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carlavasconcelos​:

Maybe this would work better if nobody noticed any connection between them, so Elle would be more likely to hear people talking about Carla, but having no contact would be suspicious, right? What Elle said made sense, they could just be casual friends who happened to cook together a lot. “Okay, that works. They won’t have a reason to suspect anything.” Fingers crossed this deal doesn’t come to bite her later. “Do you have any food allergies or restrictions I should know of?” Carla didn’t plan on cooking Michelin level meals, but she would rather not accidently kill a participant with lunch. And again, someone’s diet can tell you a little about them, what they believe or where they grew up.

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“Exactly.” Elle was pleased she so easily agreed with her. She was super intelligent though so it didn’t come as that much of a surprise. Them being friendly wouldn’t be too strange, they had to live together after all, it would be far more bizarre if they never spoke. And if the goal was to have Elle overhear or be told things about Carla, that would work in their favor as well. Elle was nothing if not a bitch that talked about people behind their backs for the hell of it. This would be perfect. “I don’t eat wheat, sugar, meat or soy and I’m allergic to peanuts, water and salt.” She casually listed as she leaned against the counter with the straightest face she could muster before laughing. “I’m fucking with you. “I don’t do a lot of sugar or bread but I’m not allergic of anything. And I don’t love seafood but I still have it.” Especially caviar in the right situation.

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quaalude​:

while   his   personality   might   naturally   thrive   in   the   social   aspects   of   the   game,   it   wasn’t   lost   on   him   that   he   really   had   no   idea   what   game   he   was   playing.   maybe   he   should   have   watched   the   first   season,   maybe   he   should   have   read   the   rulebook   (   he   tried   and   failed   )  —   so   being   strategic   was   a   thought   he   didn’t   really   have.    “   yeah,   got   no   idea.   no   thoughts   just   vibes   here…    ”   he   shrugged,   took   the   start   of   the   conversation   as   permission   to   sit   beside   the   other.    “   but   hey,   if   being   pretty’s   the   first   challenge   then   you   got   a   great   chance   at   winning.   spare   me   from   the   guillotine   if   you   win   ?    ”   he   chuckled,   might   not   be   the   best   strategist   but   being   inherently   flirtatious   and   lighthearted   might   just   increase   his   chances   of   survival.    “   but   you   know   what   ?    i   wouldn’t   mind   being   stolen.   i   think   being   the   center   of   a   love   triangle   will   definitely   do   great   things   for   my   ego.    ”    

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“Okay, first of all, there’s a chance that I’d win? Please, we know I’d be the winner straight out that’s why they can’t possibly do that.” It wouldn’t be fair. And in Elle’s mind, there was no other reality than that. Eyeing him as he took the chaise next to her own, the blonde turned herself in his direction, sipping on her champagne as she looked him over. “Promise you are spared, it’d be too much of a loss to send you to the guillotine that quickly.” She teased with a playful smirk on her lips. “I’m not sure if being stolen from you roommate means you’re in an automatic love triangle, babes, but I’m loving where your head is at. A love triangle would be incredible though last season it was with two sisters so...it has to be even more unhinged.” And if Elle could sign up for that, she absolutely would.  “Who are you then? I don’t think I remember you from the welcome party and I definitely would if we’d met.”

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Taking a long drink of her champagne, Elle was lounging comfortably on a chaise lounge by the pool, absolutely content with the high flowing through her veins as she saw a figure walk over. “What do you think the first challenge is going to be?” The blonde asked, her tone was casual, it didn’t really matter to her yet, she only got competitive in the moment. “I heard someone is choosing one of our roommates and stealing them. I think I’ll be fine but...you never know.” / @quaalude​

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♢  ⤷   𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛

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alsoalessandro​:

“  love  is  fickle  ;  one  moment  it  is  there  and  the  next  …  “  his  hands  move  ,  the  bottle  of  vodka  turning  as  he  illustratively  moves  his  fingers  ,  “  poof  .  “  aless  truly  believed  he  had  been  in  love  but  the  person  that  he  had  always  loved  the  most  was  most  certainly  himself  .  behind  the  cloud  of  ego  ,  perhaps  he  had  genuinely  held  affections  for  others  but  his  idea  of  love  and  the  truth  about  it  were  not  one  and  the  same  .  he  didn’t  care  about  giving  himself  away  ,  he’d  been  more  than  outspoken  about  his  feelings  and  intentions  in  the  past  …  “  if  love  is  here  then  so  is  heartbreak  and  personally  ,  that  one  is  always  more  exciting  to  watch  ,  “  gleefully  he  swigs  the  vodka  again  .  

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“Don’t I fucking know it, babes.” Elle fell in love and out of it constantly but perhaps it’d be better to say lust. When she found someone worth committing to, somehow the blonde always surprised everyone by being completely in it. Loyal to a fault. But not this time. In this game, she knew better. Taking the bottle from him, she took a deep gulp of vodka from it, only wincing slightly the first time before getting used to it in an abnormally short amount of time. “Heartbreak...now that’s what’s going to be fun.” Elle agreed, handing the bottle back with a devious grin. Mischief and lust danced within her eyes and the idea of heartbreak alone was enough to get her going. “Surely you must already have a victim in mind.”

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eazyfms​:

despite his goofy nature and perpetual childlike smile there was a calculating mind behind his every move . if people were more focused on his jokes and flirting , they’d never stop to consider the fact that it might be him throwing the house into utter chaos at any chance he got , or at least that’s what he was hoping . his eyebrows arched towards the ceiling at her immaculate handwriting , do all girls just have nice handwriting ? “ hmm - oh , ” he blinked pulling himself from his running monologue , “ oh leave it under the door . that’s a good idea , it’ll seem more innocent that way . bet , let’s go. ” chair making a loud screech as he stood up in a rush . “ i’ll be your lookout , if you hear me coo like a pigeon that’s the signal and you’ve gotta abort the mission . ” peeking his head out of their room before slipping into the hallway with all the grace of a toddler attempting to recreate ocean’s 11 . 

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As he stood, Elle followed suit starting to stretch out like they were about to go on a crazy mission impossible kind of mission. Considering how high she was, it was pretty tame but she was in her own little world and in this world, she was a world class spy along with Eazy. They were incredible partners already. “Perfect, perfect. We’ve got this and I know you’re going to be the best lookout ever. No one will see us coming or going. We’re shadows.” Finally giving up her movements, Elle fell into step with him, holding onto the letter tightly but not enough to bend it in anyway. “What does your pigeon sound like though? You have to give me a little taste, babes. How good is your pigeon?”

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theislakensington​:

the blonde’s words bring to mind her mother and the strict regime she had with food growing up. “there’s plenty of plant-based meals, and it looks like there’s a few catered to low-carb meal plans,” isla offers. truthfully, there were bound to be so many different recipes and ingredients there that nearly everyone could find something. looking up, she nods, moving to rest her back against the island counter top. “definitely. the meal cards and packaged ingredients cut down the prep time, so it shouldn’t be any trouble.”

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Elle casually looked around the room, knowing she was right because she’d seen them with her own eyes, but just as quickly as the concern was there, it was gone. It wasn’t her problem as long as this deal worked and she knew what Elle preferred. Which it seemed like she did. At her words, the blonde’s lips spread into a wide grin as she crossed over to stand near her. “Excellent. This is incredible.” There were a lot of things she wouldn’t do but cooking was near the top of the list. Obviously cleaning was up there but she had to imagine there were plenty of ways to get out of that. All of her energy was going to be put towards the challenges before anything else ( well almost anything ). “I owe you so much for this.”

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noahjcwght​:

He had this rule about not drinking on an empty stomach. A rule that often stuck with him even through the most crazed of nights, New York raising him quasi-European style with this idea that the more exposed he was to alcohol at a young age the less likely he was to abuse it or embarrass himself ( or his family name ) with it in the process. And with that came a certain weight of responsibility. A responsibility that seemingly had flown out the window since arriving and had him downing a shots in quick succession after a six hour flight and a two hour car ride. The burn of alcohol still stung the back of his throat and his limbs felt looser than normal while a plate of fries sat before him, all of it still too hot for him to touch. His attention had been so enamored with the prospect of food settling his stomach that he’d hardly noticing someone walking in until they were speaking to him over their shoulder about deals and cooking. “ Depends on the deal, ” The words filtered out of him like a question just as he skipped over her next one. “ — which would be, what exactly ?”

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Elle had made a mental note of the guy when she arrived in the kitchen, not paying too much attention other than noticing he was attractive and appeared to be tall though he was hovering over a plate of fries. “That’s all up to you, babes. I know what I need, you tell me what you need.” She shrugged, eyeing him properly now and enjoying the view very much. Finishing off her champagne, Elle put the empty flute down with a sigh, wishing it would automatically refill but knowing she’d have to get another herself...or something stronger back in her room. “Deals are supposed to be beneficial to both parties after all. So what are you after?”

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vclentinasr​:

Familiarizing herself with her surroundings was high on Valentina’s priority list and it didn’t take long for her to excuse herself to see what her residence for the unforeseeable future had to offer. With a drink in hand she took her time, stopping to survey each room as she passed by, and the kitchen was one of the last, heels clicking against the floor with each assured step she took. The difference between this one and the rest – appliances aside, was the fact that it was occupied, and soon enough her shoes weren’t the only sound filling the air. Dark brown hues raked over the blonde, amusement and intrigue blooming on her features as she spoke. Could she cook? Yes. Would she, was an entirely different story. “ Depends, what’s in it for me? “ The brunette mused, a coy smirk turning up the corners of her lips as she picked up the speared maraschinos from her nearly empty cherry sour before dragging them off the cocktail skewer with her teeth. 

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Finally someone who seemed to take their appearance as seriously as Elle did and she could appreciate that. At least fans would have more than one person to look up to when it came to style otherwise that was a huge burden for her to carry on her own. Reaching behind her, the blonde rest her hands on the counter as her head tilted to the side, smirk resting comfortably on her lips. “That’s all up to you, babes. What do you need?” What did she want? Deals were made to be beneficial for both of them and all Elle wanted right now was someone to take cooking off of her plate. If that wasn’t her, than that was fine, no skin off her back. 

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carlavasconcelos​:

Okay, this was good. Not so much extra work, and Carla would get some sort of information… On others or on Elle herself, it didn’t matter. She could decide what to do with the intel once she heard it. “That’s a deal, then.” She said, offering her hand to seal their little pact. “And, where other participants are concerned, should they think we don’t really know each other, or should we look like friends? I mean, they’ll see us in the kitchen at the same time.” How much effort does one put on those sort of espionage situations, if it could even be called that?

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“I don’t see why they can’t think we’re friends or friendly at least. Especially if we’re going to be in here together so often.” Elle didn’t do subtle particularly well so it’d be better for both of them if they weren’t attempting to be covert about this whole thing. “If anyone is curious and gets too close, we can be friendly like housemates can be and they don’t have to be none the wiser, babes. Nothing to it.”

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nanalin​:

𓂅  𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙻𝙻.

before long,   her curiosity tugs at her.   she wants to explore,   both the house and her fellow castmates,   so why not kill two birds with one stone?   to a small circle that’s migrated to the kitchen island,   she poses the question,   “would anyone care to join me on a tour?   i want to find the best hiding spot.” 

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“And what are you hiding from, babes?” Elle asked, lighting up another cig which meant less screen time but her nicotine addiction couldn’t care less. Plus, it wasn’t like this was her first time on camera. “Someone chasing you? Or do you just want somewhere hidden away because, honestly, that sounds like a good idea.”

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( assumption ) you'd leave the money to get the love of your life

"Yes. I would."

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alsoalessandro​:

“  the  deal  is  that  we  make  a  deal  when  the  mood  strikes  ,  “  more  a  fan  of  spontaneity  ,  less  a  fan  of  being  stuck  in  some  rigid  transaction  .  he  was  prone  to  changing  his  mind  ,  childish  whims  and  unpredictable  behaviour  that  never  quite  bordered  on  anything  truly  dangerous  but  was  very  jarring  to  some  .  the  cameras  seemed  to  fade  into  the  background  to  him  ,  he  liked  the  idea  of  the  attention  so  paid  little  mind  to  what  was  being  captured  as  he  led  her  out  and  around  ,  searching  and  disturbing  others  in  search  of  the  good  stuff  until  they  finally  locate  a  large  red  cooler  …  on  their  adventure  ,  “  i  knew  it  ,  “  proclamation  as  he  draws  a  bottle  of  the  russian  red  top  from  it  ,  twisting  it  and  taking  a  swig  from  the  bottle  before  offering  over  .  “  tell  me  that  you  can  outdrink  anyone  and  i  might  fall  in  love  .  “ 

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Which, if she asked anyone in the business of deals, would know that wasn’t a deal at all. But Elle wasn’t truly a business woman. She sketched and helped the foundation. She wasn’t the face of the company ( thank God considering how many nudes and sex tapes had been released ) but things would only get worse with this show and Elle was thrilled. Grabbing a passing flute of champagne, Elle chugged it as she followed him around the grounds, wide smile on her lips when they found the cooler. “You did, what a genius.” Would it have been such a wild guess that there’d be hard liquor somewhere? No but at least he’d done the work of finding it. “Is that all it takes?” Elle mused, taking a long drink while she kept her eyes on him. It didn’t phase her in the slightest, leaving him to make whatever conclusions he wanted. 

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itspence​:

“ It’s not a no, no, I just don’t want to know I’m being used, ” he explained. “ Let’s make it authentic. ” He let out a soft laugh. He didn’t pin her as the type of person that would be eating frozen pizzas. “ Edible? Yes. Good? Depends… on how drunk you are or if it’s one of the more expensive brands. My dad made me try this cauliflower crust before with some sort of white sauce and spinach. Looked disgusting, smelled worse. I made a big fuss about how we should’ve got buffalo chicken or just regular pepperoni the whole time. Hopefully he won’t see this, but he was right. It was fuckin’ good. ”

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“Are you sure?” Elle asked, intrigued by that. Most people would rather remain ignorant if they were being used so there was a part of her that appreciated his honesty. “So....no, is the answer.” Elle sighed, finishing off her champagne. “Is there something else you have to offer?” She knew that most people didn’t make deals on the first night but why not give the cameras something to focus on? She took a few steps in his direction, leaning on the counter directly next to him as she surveyed the surrounding area. God, this was so unlike her. Elle had always been upfront and obvious about things she wanted, games like this bored her. Sighing, she gave him an inviting look. “Should we try to make that? If it’s edible maybe our deal still stands..” she offered with a look that offered a lot more than just food if this worked out.

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(assumption) you're here to have fun, not to win

"I win everything. Losing isn't an option...if I have fun while winning, that's an added bonus."

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dxrcymoore​:

Darcy shook her hand firmly in response, taking a glass of champagne from the table before walking further into the living area. As far as deals go, this certainly wasn’t the worst. Darcy could cook one of these prepared meals in her sleep, and in return she got someone feeding her information. If it was true or not, remained to be seen, but Darcy felt savvy enough to weed out the lies. “Well it’s rude not to know anything about your chef. I am Darcy, I’m from Australia and I talk and eat for a living.” That was vague. Many conclusions could come from that. Did she post ASMR mukbangs for a job? “So are you going to tell me a bit about yourself or do i have to wait until its over pasta?”

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It hadn’t even occurred to Elle that she didn't know the woman’s name and if it had stayed that way, she would have been content. But now she knew it and somehow she felt a sense of camaraderie with her. “Australia...wouldn’t have guessed.” She mused, though her tone made it very clear that sarcasm coated every word. The accent was a dead giveaway. “Talk and eat for a living? So you were downplaying it a bit...” or she was being extremely humble when she said she was not too shabby. This was only working out better for her. She was already imagining Darcy taking those horrible meal kits and making them into a five star meal...maybe getting ahead of herself. “I suppose...I don’t know if you’re into the fashion world at all but my father is one of the top designers in the world at the moment..my grandmother was one of the first supermodels..I’m more of a designer myself.” Taking after him. He face had been plastered on tabloids and gossip sites since she was thirteen but she relished the moments when people didn’t entirely know who she was.