ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℕ 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋𝕊

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𝔼𝕍𝔼𝕃𝔼𝔼ℕ:

The other woman relaxing brought a larger smile to her lips, but hearing the other woman speaking French is what brought the true smile to her, the one that made her eyes crinkle and a twinkle to appear in her eyes. “J'aime toujours parler français….” she trailed off for a moment and then added in english now. “I would love that actually. It’s a language I’ve always wanted to learn but I only know a couple words.” she said her eyes still lit up just at the thought of speaking more french. She paused now. “How many languages do you speak? You seem to have a mind for them.”

Her cheeks warmed from the normal pale to a faint red at the girl’s compliment. “That’s so sweet of you.” she said brushing a strand of chocolate colored hair behind her ear. It was truly a relief to know that the show didn’t fuck with her image to much. To know that people did like her and that she was shown as being sweet. It was what she always aimed for. “Hey, you’d be surprised what tv magic can happen on the cutting room floor. You can make a comedy movie look like a horror with the right cuts and music. It wouldn’t be to hard to cut together all of the footage they have of us to make us look one way or another.”

“Then I am your teacher. Is official!” With fervour, she claps her hands together, bright eyed and seemingly excited at the premise of teaching her new housemate her native language. Whilst this girlish enthusiasm is the prominent manner she conveys, deep within she spirals brief imagery of one-on-one meetings with Eveleen, and though they remain innocent in plot at this moment in time, she knows it’s a story line that will develop once she’s alone. For now, she blinks away the attraction that would surely be obvious if it weren’t for her literal poker face.

“I think I speaking, er,” Bambi sucks her lip, though the answer balance on the tip of her tongue she restrains it for a moment, so to build suspense and, she hopes, further interest. “just Italian, English and French. Not fluent, though. I can only think in Italian.” It’s not quite true, it’s just a stubborn way of fooling herself that her bonds are still with her homeland. 

“Eveleen, I don’t doubt this!” She says with a giggle inflecting the tail end of her words, and she’s going to continue to insist her point. “But not with you. Is just not possible.”

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Name: Martina ‘Marty’ Roe Age: 9Gender: FemaleWhich parent they’re more like:  Bambi - she’s got that scary calmness down. There have often been times where both parents have been equally perplexed by their daughter’s passive nature, and unusually craved a childlike tantrum where none was to be found. Marty is too clever for her years; it’s both a blessing and a curse. Rosalie’s kindness is ever present in her, despite it being masked by superior intelligence.Talents: Her vocabulary is second to none. Marty can wax lyrical in a way Bambi could only dream of. In fact, the Italian mother every now and then finds herself learning from the 9 year old.Quirks: Answering with clever comebacks such as ‘quite’, or ‘nonsense’.  She gets very impatient at times, presumably because of the pace at which most of her peers lag behind her intellectually. A tell of her impatience is seen in her tugging her ear lobe - she once got so impatient, with this being the only symptom, that she pulled out an earring and had to have stitches. FC: Fatima Ptacek

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Name: Beatrice Davenport Age: 13Gender: FemaleWhich parent they’re more like:  Delta, purely because she is the more enthusiastic parent. Beatrice always found excitement in copying Delta’s hobbies, as Bambi’s skillset is far too mature for her. Bea has a lively spirit that mimics Delta, but will always find solace in Bambi’s calmness whenever she’s burned herself out (a kid can only keep up with her parents dancing to a certain extent!)Talents: Bea will dance until her feet bleed, and when she’s all out of energy, Bambi always breaths a sigh of relief - all that thumping! Unusual talents include negotiation and reasoning, and it goes without saying who she’s inherited that from. She’s more active than intellectual, but during the summer holidays, she’s been known to devour at least 6 novels.Quirks: Cursing in Italian, thinking she can get away with it around Delta. Her habits are mostly vocal, the most notable being a charming nervous laugh that tags onto the end of almost all of her sentences. She has dreadful hay fever, and will rub her eyes to no end, even during the winter. FC: Millie Bobby Brown

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Meme Monday….on a Tuesday! Because I forgot. 

If you’d like to participate in the fun please reblog this.

Send at least one meme per muse. (so if Eve and Nora both reblog it I have to send 2 out per muse who reblogs the post.)

Answer by the start of the next meme Monday (1/29)

Send my character a ☆ﾟ for what our characters child would be like and I’ll fill out this:

Name: Age: Gender: Which parent they’re more like: Talents: Quirks: FC:

Remember if you reblog/like this you need to send asks to everyone else who reblogged/liked it! (So if by the end of the week 20 people reblogged/liked it you should have sent at least twenty asks - 1 per person- even if you were the first person to reblog it.)

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“No.” 

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“If that is final, then ok. I don’t like to pressure,” Though Bambi’s tone of voice is mimicking a childlike sulk, her face remains curled with the widest smile her mouth can manage. It was only a suggestion from one stranger to another. “I will just have to find someone else who is willing to play strip poker with me!”

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𝕃𝕌ℂ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔸:

                    It’s one of Lucinda’s urges to explore her new surroundings every time she gets out of her own city, her own hometown. Which often is difficult to do when she is out of France and only gets to see everything on her way to work and on her way back straight to the airport out of work. It saddens her when she isn’t given the time to go sightseeing — which in this case, is the total opposite. The redhead is free to do anything she wants to do, so the first thing she does is roaming FREELY around the mansion. Feeling like a kid in a candy store, except the candy store is a big maze instead. It’s a building she’ll probably never get used to, but she’s fine with that. Because it’s not a mansion she has to live in on her own, she’s surrounded by women she hopes wouldn’t mind helping her out from time to time. Lucinda’s pulled from her train of thoughts when she crosses one of the drawing rooms, one she’s sure she’s passed before — unless there are multiple drawing rooms and they all look alike? — but not the stranger she finds settled in one of the sofas. A smile comes to settle upon her features at the greeting that spilled from the other’s lips. ‘’Bonjour, neighbor!’’ However there’s this slight anxious fear of meeting new people playing in her chest, she’s not shy enough to remain on a distance. She’s come close enough to rest her hands upon the back of the sofa, leaning forward as she keeps her blue gaze on the brunette. ‘’Care for a smoke? I was about to find my way back outside. Or, try to, I should say. I’m really bad at … mémorisation.’’

Bambi isn’t particularly prone to the hook of many habits, hasn’t got the characteristic, instinctive tells that she strips from so many. She’s ever so stoic, hides all endured pain so many layers deep within that she’s almost forgotten of their existence. And above all else, she is truly inscrutable, and there have been little to none in her lifetime that have succeeded in merely scratching the surface of her character. With all these inches of reinforced enigma in mind, she’s smug with the fact she barely has any weaknesses. At least, there haven’t been many discovered. To name a few of the known ones: Coffee, cigarettes (only when offered), older women.

She doesn’t stand a chance, she thinks. A moment passes and she notices her breathing has ceased it’s journey in her throat and her thumb is clenched so firmly in her palm it’s near white, all while daring to hold the miraculous sapphire gaze of the other. She stalls, pretending to contemplate while slowing the words of agreement that surge to her tongue.  “A smoke would be wonderful,” she manages to say with a calm facade. “And a sharp memory doesn’t matter all so much. We have these little devices to help us, in this time.” As she rises, she reaches for her mobile phone, her self aware lifeline, from the coffee table and slips it back into the safety of her pocket. Not that it connects her to anything other than amenities, anyway. Bambi broke contact with her life some years ago now. 

With a short of breath smile, she smiles at the beauty that has requested her company.  “If I remembering right, the patio door is through this next room. Stay close and I promise you won’t get lost.”

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bambibibi: i would love to perfect my makeup skills but hate all the videos with the wiggly fingers and the pouty faces 😠😠 I just must accept my faccia di culo 💩

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ℙ𝔼ℕℕ𝕐:

She knew that arriving late at night could’ve caused a few awkward situations later on, but Penelope was ready to give it a shot, even if everything failed. After all, she had a reason of arriving so late and she thought it was valid enough to make up for any kind of excuse. One thing that she wasn’t prepared for was an incredible beauty, right in her face, causing Penny to stop in her tracks and forget everything she was doing. Wait, why was she here? Oh, yes, she wanted a cup of coffee to wake her up… with– dammit, did she want one or two sugars? Penelope struggled to make her brain function properly, due to the combination of lack of sleep and the gorgeous specimen in front of her. The young woman did not watch the show before coming here, but she knew that it’s going to be a house full of gorgeous women, which will make things more difficult… she did not expect to meet one so early and so unprepared.

“Oh, not at all,” she shook her head, a soft southern American drawl audible in her voice as she spoke; “it was just a big misunderstanding. The lady that I had to sublet my apartment to had struggles with flights being delayed and I couldn’t make it here in time. I thought no one would’ve spotted me,” Penny shook her head, finishing with a hint of blush on her cheeks and another small smile.

The beautiful girl seems somewhat timid, and while Bambi remarks on the pink tint of her cheeks, she stares coolly and prepares their drinks. It’s with silent observation that she interacts, though once the girl ceases her explanation, she sucks in the air and tilts her head.

“So I cannot count on bumping into you in the small hours of another night?” She asks with curious pitch to her voice, as if asking something existential, philosophical, or generally something leaps and bounds above trivial. “Shame. I like getting to know people in the night. Not in a...” she trails while struggling to find the word, and creases her brow in the search. “what is that good word people use for implying something sexual?” Bambi gazes into the steam of the near (never) boiling coffee as it rises through the cafetiere, and snaps up straight as the word barges to the front of her brain. “Innuendo! Yes. I don’t mean is like an innuendo. I just always find that conversation is at it’s deepest when it’s shared between two live minds while the rest of the city sleeps, you see?” 

The coffee is poured, and one cup slides across the counter to the new arrival. “I suppose I should say welcome.” She lifts her own cup to take a brief sip and her free hand motions forward, requesting a handshake, something she has learned to be quite customary to meetings in England. “Welcome. My name is Bambi.” 

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𝔸𝕌𝕋𝕌𝕄ℕ:

there’s something very magnetic about the woman standing in front of her, her eyes was almost glued to her. this was their first meeting and autumn would be lying if she said that the woman didn’t take her breath away just by her looks alone. autumn hasn’t gotten the chance to really connect with too many people yet, but her mind made a note to keep up with bambi. she was mysterious, which could be part of the reason what was drawing autumn to her. she was always curious, especially with people. 

autumn bit her lower lip, looking at the woman before giving her a sweet smile. “yeah, my parents are so lovey-dovey with each other so they’re really sentimental.” she grinned, watching the woman intently. the blonde’s smile only grew wider with her compliment, flattered that such a beautiful woman would think her name was pretty. she stood from her spot, taking a small step towards the woman. her blue gaze attached to bambi’s lips as she spoken in her native language, her arched brows propping up as she adored the sound of her sweet accent. “i’m not quite sure what you said, but it sounded sweet. so… thank you.”

Clued into Autumn’s sentimental background, both in the story of her name and the telling of her parents’ loved up nature, Bambi feels a stab to her stomach that, had she not mastered the art of composure through her sports, would have doubled her over. An agonising shock wave triggered only be the mere mention of a wholesome environment from which she has been deprived. Analytically, she is thankful for the neglect of compassion from her own parents, for had it been a present factor in her upbringing, she would not be the wise and independent woman that she is today. Had there been any semblance of mollycoddling in her childhood, boredom would not have lead her down the path of gambling, and she’d be lacking an invigorating skill that has opened so many doors for her throughout the year.

Nevertheless, a little bit of affection couldn’t have been harmful to her fate, could it?

“Is my pleasure,” Bambi says, insuring the passage of a genial smile to her mouth, still transfixed on Autumn’s pretty eyes that so evidently yearned to observe, just as she did. “It was a sweet thing that I said, but I think I keep you guessing.”

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𝔼𝕍𝔼𝕃𝔼𝔼ℕ:

The slightly stunned look that rested on Bambi’s features calmed Eveleen, she didn’t feel the need to be on guard, to be overly cautious with this girl. So she relaxed her own features and smiled. She had seen more than her fair share of stunned castmates and people on the street and she always tried to quell the feeling by offering a kind smile and a friendly hug. “Ah–I try. Though Italian is not my forte,” she pauses as if her mind had to momentarily flip to French. “ce serait le français” She slips out of the french faster though and then nods. “Yes! That’s me. Ah–So you’ve seen the show before you joined–hopefully they don’t make us look to bad. I always do worry about what they cut and how they cut our moments together.” It truly was a huge worry of hers, she assumed there was a lot of cutting, which meant things would get lost to the fan base, they might not truly understand why something happened, and then that would cause a rift or dislike towards one member or another. 

Though with her quietly resting ego encouragement isn’t entirely required, Bambi finds her own features relaxing as Eveleen offers her the delightful smile she has seen only through screens before. A warmth that, again, she never anticipated rises in her stomach, and though she’ll deny the reaction and mask over it’s symptoms, she knows it’s due to laying eyes upon a beautiful face that, until today, seemed to be of fiction.  “on peut parler français, si vous voulez,” she says with light tints of suggestion, leaning forward while her almond shaped eyes fold into amiable crescents. “Or I can help you to learn speaking Italian?”

The impression of Eve she has acquired by watching the show has only been that of a gentle being, a kindhearted soul, and Bambi has always known that her fondness of the girl would inevitably transition from distant admiration to personal endearment. “You always seem as lovely as you seem to me now, don’t worry,” She says, and she shakes her head while her brow humorously furrows, as though the villainizing of Eveleen through the show’s production is truly preposterous. “I think it would need to be some very clever editing to make you seem anything other than lovely, actually.”

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ℂ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝔼:

Catie had done her research, so to say, she knew what the show was about and while she was all for hooking up that wasn’t her main goal for being here. This was something that would be a life changing experience in many ways. Living in a huge mansion like this had to change things, that much was for sure. She hadn’t really met any of the other girls but she’d only been in the mansion for a few hours, most of which were spent trying to not be lost the entire time. Her eyes moved around and met those of another woman. “Hello.”

Nothing comes, no clues or tells, from looking at this girl that has just returned a modest greeting. Bambi tilts her head and raises a speculative brow, and she tries to adjust her posture, tries to makes herself seem more approachable. “Are you ok?” she says kindly, her arm moves to loop across the back of the sofa that is acting as a wall between the two women. “Or is it just you are shy?”

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ℂ𝔸𝕋:

Brow only arching further at the others look, Cat gave a small nod. “Yes,” she agreed, though it was soon followed by an elaboration as she realised it could be confusing with the woman’s ‘no’ tacked on to the end of her own sentence. “Fellow newbie.” When she signed onto the show, the Irishwoman knew as much as she didn’t about what she would be getting herself into - a wide variety of people and personalities was one of the obvious things, and that much was proving true already. The people she didn’t think she would have too much of an issue with, granted she had never lived in such a populated place and her temper could flare on the short side, it was more the thought of getting lost that plagued her. While she had a keen sense of direction and prided herself on it, until she knew her way around the mansion, she doubted she’d be venturing out into the city too much. Making her way further into the room, she perched against the arm of the couch opposite the other woman; or perhaps leaned was more fitting. Being in a closer proximity tended to help with conversations, after all. “Why look around when there are couches to lounge on,” she offered, arms folding loosely across her chest. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it - and I’m sure I will, too.” 

Bambi scans the other woman, who now stands close enough for the Italian to observe to the level she always feels is required. With the narrowed pin of moss green hues she attaches presumptions, deductions, and takes mental notes on tell-tale mannerisms that, if she were playing cards, would assist her in an easy win. She’s well aware that forming relationships isn’t reliant on deciphering every little thing about a person, without their know-so, but it’s a habit stubborn to shift.  “Yes, why look around when we can just go on the internet and see it without moving?” Undetectable sarcasm puppeteers her speech, and her expression remains pensive and relatively blank. “Just like, why would we try to find love when we can watch other people do it on television?” It isn’t until a wide smile splits across her face that Bambi makes it obvious that she is only bleakly joking.

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ℝ𝕆𝕊𝔸𝕃𝕀𝔼:

Ever since she was a child, Rosalie wore her heart on her sleeve. Hiding emotions and how she truly felt wasn’t something she was good at, on the contrary - a trait that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. Even with the small things, like now. Wandering around the mansion in search of her misplaced reading glasses, a frown marred her features. Entering one of the living areas, however, the frown soon faded away as a voice caught her attention. Her eyes shifted over to the figure lounging on the couch, and a smile graced her lips easily. “Hi there,” she greeted in return, moving further into the room. 

A frown is so difficult to disregard, and as soon as Bambi notices the look upon this girls face, she simply cannot forget it. It isn’t some kind of duty of care that sees her urging to press for the origin of the expression, but a curiosity that is always impossible to quell until appropriate investigation has been carried out. She, stupid though it is, simply must know what’s caught the girl with such a look. So Bambi ignores the greeting repaid and cuts straight to the chase; “Why was you frowning, ciccia?”

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ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕆𝕋𝕋𝔼:

Charlotte had a very rare day off and was more than happy to spend it lounging around the house. It was nice to not be covered in grease from what felt like head to toe for a change. She was about to head up the steps to walk back to her room and continue her Haunting Hills marathon when she spotted a girl she had yet to meet. Part of her honestly wanted to just keep on going, but when she heard the greeting she knew that would be too rude even for her. “Hey,” she said with a head tilt in greeting. “What’s up? I’m Charlotte Starr.” 

Though it seems restrained, Bambi is glad that the stranger is displaying a little friendliness. There had been, despite the Italian’s general apathetic approach to unknown situations, a tremor of doubt within her, signifying her underlying fear of rejection and sentiments. Thus far, it seems, there’s no cause for concern.  “Is nice to meet you, Charlotte Starr. Mi chiamo Bambi,” speaking with a lazy smile lapping at the corners of her lips, she tilts her head in curiosity. “You are busy?”

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bambibibi: un tempo così magico ma non ho nessuno con cui condividerlo 😔💔