Lucy Bell accepted! Please send your URL in within the next 24 hours. -Mod Dodger
Activity: 8.5/10 unless otherwise specified
Character Name: Lucy Bell
Would you be willing to accept another role if your application is declined?: If I have to, sure; and also, wolf in sheep's skin.
Which role(s)?: I'd like to give Scarlette a try.
Bio: Lucy was a good student. Not exactly an overachiever, but she wanted people to like her. She would never wish anything bad on anyone. Well, at least, she started out that way. Then she got involved with the kids of Westlake, and it all went downhill from there. She's still sweet, but now it's almost hollow; fake. And she's become an exceptional liar, so good, in fact, that she even scares herself some days.
And because teachers know her as the sweet, good student, they never suspect when she's lying. She grew up with her dad, and the two have an incredibly close bond; especially since her mother walked out on them. Her dad is kind and loving-if not a little overbearing, in Lucy's eyes. She knows he means well, but he needs to accept that she's not a little kid anymore. But, she does love him, that's one thing she can never lie about when people ask her.
At first, she was apprehensive about the game. Growing up in as sheltered a background as she did, who wouldn't be? Dragged along by her friends, she slid easily into the scheme of things. And the more she attended the game sessions, the more into it she got. Soon, she was hooked. And she has been playing it ever since her freshman year. Sure, she lost a few, but she won a few as well. Every time she loses, she just gives a smile, and takes mental notes to remember for next game.
Everybody has a tell; and she's made it her mission to learn the tells of everyone involved in the game.
Para sample: Lucy lay in her bed long past lights out, staring at the ceiling. She would worry about being caught, if her roommate couldn't sleep through literally any and everything. So here she was, laying in the bed that had become familiar to her in her four years she'd been coming to this school. Yeah, the sheets were scratchy, but she didn't mind. She just wore track pants to bed.
Rolling over on her side, she looked at the clock. It was 2am. So where was the text? Right as this thought crossed her mind, her phone buzzed on her bedside table. Unable to stop the smile that crossed her face, she grabbed it and looked at the message.'It's time. Head to the chapel as soon as you get this. Come alone.' The number was unknown, but it didn't bother her. She knew that it was unknown so the staff couldn't track the sender.
It was way past curfew, and being out past curfew was against the rules. She almost scoffed. No one at Westlake, especially those who played the game, followed the rules. Slipping out from the bed, she changed out of her skimpy tank top into a black top that hugged her in all the right places and from her sweatpants into a pair of jeans. She wanted to look good tonight.
Running a brush through her long black hair, she decided to leave it down, and then threw on her black hoodie, which was folded up at the foot of her bed, carefully pushing her iPhone deep into the pocket. She never left the dorm without her phone. It was her lifeline. Once she was satisfied with the way she looked, she crept out out the room and started walking along the stretch of pavement that lead to the chapel. As she walked, she got the most bizarre feeling; like she was being watched. Taking a precautionary look over her shoulder, her eyes widened when she saw a flash of orange and camo. If this was one of the others, she'd kill them. But, what if it wasn't? She didn't want to think about that, and her footsteps became more hurried as she caught sight of the chapel. She was overreacting. She had to be.
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