cynthia thought about the other’s words for a moment. surely they had to draw the line somewhere, or it could go south really quick. perhaps she should have read the contract herself. “but if we start on too risqué than god knows what we’ll have to do to stay entertaining. i don’t even want to think about it.” standing up, the girl looked around for a moment. she was going to look great stepping out of her dress no matter how fast she did it. “so, does that mean you’re up for a swim? i refuse to go in alone, it looks too sad.”
“you might have a point,” freya replied begrudgingly. though she’d never admit it, to anyone or herself, there was truly no way to know what was going to happen in the coming weeks. at the immediate mention of her image, and not wanting to look sad, freya couldn’t help but laugh. “already concerned with your image and its only the first night, that was impressively quick.” though, she figured, a lot of these people may have been obsessed with how they were portrayed long before they made it to mykonos. the water looked cool and inviting enough, so freya pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her shorts so she was standing in just her swimming suit. “my name’s freya, by the way. in case i get mauled by a shark and you have to tell them who you went out there with.”
parker, unable to hide his shock, stumbled back a bit, “i would offer you a napkin but for you to say something so controversial to my face like that, i almost can’t even. but because, you’re wrong, i must educate you that shakira is undoubtedly still very current and her last album, has some of the best songs, from chantaje, to bicicleta? also we will never forget that this woman, created an olypmic anthem, could your faves ever? huh?” he closed his eyes taking a deep breath, this woman was testing him, he had to carry on, “my hips are nothing but loyal, despite what my moves may have allowed you to interpret,” he put his hand on his heart, mimicking a boyscouts salute, despite never having been one.
freya did nothing but continue taking long sips of her drink while the boy opposite her tried to explain the relevance of shakira. once he was done, she spoke up. “i can’t tell if i’m impressed or concerned with how much time you just spent defending shakira to a complete stranger.” she was being honest, he sounded like he could deliver a five page paper on shakira’s relevance and influence. “you really don’t need to worry about my opinion on your hips, i can promise you that. though i’m sure there’s someone around here who will love shakira just as much, it’d be true love. is there anything else that you’ll defend until your dying breath?”
“naw, you’re only like the…fifth maybe?” she teased, “honestly i don’t get the big deal. yeah i say some words funny but doesn’t everyone?” maggie laughed and offered a small shrug. “i just wish people from the south didn’t have such a bad reputation, although to be fair we kinda earned it.” sometimes the girl was hesitant to talk about her hometown in fear of being judged but since her dating life was now being broadcast for the world to see she didn’t have much of a choice.
“huh, does that mean people around here have been making surprisingly good conversation or have they just left you to fend for yourself?” the girl opposite freya seemed nice enough, but she had seen enough clips from season one in preparation to know first impressions only went so far. at least there were free-flowing drinks to help cope. “definitely not the first place i’d choose to live, but i’m sure the ‘southern charm’ will have most of these boys swooning,” freya stated with a look over her shoulder at the rest of the crowd of newcomers. “just offer a sweet tea and a smile and you’ll be set. i’m sure half of them won’t even realize the predictability of it all.”
parker stood alongside the bonfire, preaching, “i’m not saying someone should dare me to do the worm, but i’ve been practicing and i think it’s pretty flawless.” parker rolled his shoulders, “or you know any dance moves, i’ve been told i’m quite good and you know, as a queen once said, these hips don’t lie.” with his hand on his hips he leaned from left to right, trying to prove his point,”and while i know it’s corny to quote shakira, i think you can’t ever go wrong with shakira, and that is something i would bet on.”
freya was perfectly content nursing her drink and watching on as a fully grown man tried to convince people to dare him to do the worm - on sand. her expectations for the next few weeks were already wild but it had only been a few hours since she landed and they’d already been well surpassed. and then he quoted shakira and a perfectly good mouthful of her drink splashed onto the sand. “i haven’t heard someone unironically reference shakira since spanish class in seventh grade,” she attempted in explanation (but not apology). “as for your hips,” she said with a nod at whatever strange move was happening, “i’m not sure what they’re trying to tell me but it definitely feels like a lie.”
as the sun fell beyond the horizon and the stars came out to dance, a pumped up ronni ruiz drained his first (of many) beers. to celebrate, he lifted up a fist to the heavens, smashed the beer-can into the side of his forehead with a great, big shove, and then yelled out an almost unintelligible primal roar. the night had just been born, and ronni was ready to begin his conquest of season 2 of in paradise.
he thought about tossing the can of beer into the bonfire – and he almost did, yeah – but stopped when he saw that a fellow contestant was watching him. “alright?” he said energetically as he tossed the can onto the sand, instead, and marched over to greet them.
freya fully froze in the middle of ordering her drink at the bar when she turned to see what dying animal had made such an awful noise - and found a beached frat boy instead. lovely. she turned back to the bartender, promptly asked for him to add another shot to her vodka soda and then turned around to see the same source of the noise heading her way.
“i was doing just fine actually, until this exact moment.” there were moments where freya could understand what people saw in men, but this was certainly not one of said moments. “so, you like to scream and leave trash on a perfectly good beach? noted.”
the day had already been so overwhelming for her already that maggie didn’t know how much more she could take. it was her first time on a plane, on a thirteen hour flight in economy, and her first time in a foreign country and this far away from home. when she originally applied for the show she never dreamed she’d actually get cast but here she was. on a beach in mykonos, greece with complete strangers for the next few months. “i feel like this is all a dream,” the blonde spoke to no one in particular as she kicked the sand with her feet, “a dream i really hope i never wake up from.” her southern drawl sounding particularly prominent among the mix of voices on the beach.
freya was used to long nights, the fact that her internal clock was running like it was 3am was nothing new. but, after a day travelling and being handed a mediocre drink and told to go mingle, she was far from chipper. after making her rounds up near the bar, she decided to pay the bright white sand beach a visit. “oh i’m sure that little snippet will find its way into a promo video,” freya tried to stifle her laugh as she took a prolonged sip from her drink. “so, how many people have asked about your accent so far? i’m sure i must be at least the seventh.”
born and raised in la, it was difficult for cindy to stand on the beach for so long without setting foot in the ocean. a lot of girls would say lounging on the beach was the place to be, but she had learnt early on how to always look photo-ready in and out of the water. looking out, cindy fidgeted on her lounge chair a little. “i think we should go for a swim,” she proposed to no one in particular, seemingly out of the blue. “the water looks so good, i swear it isn’t even cold!” she looked over at the other, eyes wide for a moment before her eyebrows fell a little. “or do you think that’s like, too risqué for the first day?”
freya was used to beaches, but not the sort that lay in front of her - all white sand and crystal clear water. knowing her mother would die if she knew she had lost out on the perfect press-fueled family holiday to a very postcard worthy island made freya enjoy it all the more. but, as she was enjoying the sunset and her drink, the person lounging on one of the chairs next to her spoke up. “as if we could do anything too risqué, their definition is actually the most loose.” the depth of reality television was truly as deep as a kiddie pool. “i’m sure they wouldn’t mind, especially if we took a few extra seconds stripping to our bathing suits.”
well hello, beautiful people ! this is kayla/kay whatever you feel have fun with it here to introduce my trash daughter whom i love so much ✌️ tldr; on me my pronouns are she/her im in the cst timezone (gmt -6 atm) and i’m the furthest thing from cool !! anyway i’m 50 shades of behind with the times but if anyone wants to plot throw a like my way and i’ll stumble on over !
“☼⎿ look who just landed in mykonos, its ( FREYA MESSERE ) ! don’t they kind of look like ( SYDNEY PARK ) ? i heard the ( TWENTY-THREE ) year old ( CIS FEMALE ) identifies as ( HOMOSEXUAL ) and is just here for the ( MONEY ) but i could be wrong. ( SHE ) is from ( CHICAGO, USA ) and is known for many things but their friends say they are ( DEDICATED ) ! but others might say they are ( BRASH ) ! one thing they can’t travel without is ( HER FLASK ) ! ( kay / 22 / she/her / cst ) ⏋☼”
so, freya is the daughter of a very well-performing hedge fund manager and family physician. her mother, the former, has done surprisingly well keeping her investors much more aware of her social status and influence than the trading she does behind closed doors with their precious millions.
for most of her childhood, freya was paraded around with her two other siblings (wesley and mae) as the golden children of mina and joshua yung-messere at various galas and events - she really never paid much attention to understand the real meaning behind any of it.
as a little girl she was content with the large house and ample income that her parents provided - knowing little other than what she had been born into. the days off school to travel and her father’s flexible schedule made up for the fact that her mother was hardly around
at the age of about 12, freya began to hate the life her parents had built around them. she felt confined, annoyed, and far from the youngest daughter that her mother had dreamed of. her father supported her stepping back from whatever strange ‘big money’ spotlight she had been brought into - but her mother was far from pleased
regardless, she spent her teenage years as a lot of other kids do in the midwest - she fought to go to public school and faced the trials and tribulations of attending a school that would give mean girls a run for its money
she also really loved to publicly support and rally behind anti-big bank organizations throughout the city and may or may not have threatened her mother with the fact that she knew what was going on behind the scenes to get what she wanted (which was usually for her to leave her alone)
by 19, freya was comfortably lying to her mother that she was getting a degree in business management in order to have access to the family funds for tuition. and as soon as she graduated with a degree in journalism (the perfect predictable degree for a softly rebellious child with a parent managing illegal dealings in the business world) freya was discreetly cut off so as not to make a splash in the presses and left adrift
but, when mina yung-messere’s decades of backdoor dealings made their way across front page spreads soon after along with a few cartoons of her in a very unflattering bright orange jumpsuit freya and her family were thrust back into the strange limelight of the business world
so basically freya just wants that good money to be able to support herself and never have to talk to her mother again (she likes the rest of her family alright) and is definitely using that whole ‘oh damn, the disgraced daughter’s back’ press to her advantage
also tldr; freya is the worst and i love her but she’s the worst and thinks she’s very cool and edgy and better than thou but also she’s a whole load of fun!!
god this was so long and i’m still getting the feeling for meme daughter but if you made it this far ily and you’re the best !!!
