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Bad Girls Do It Well || Self Para

Groaning, Rhiley pulled herself out of her tent and into the day light. The news of their food and drinks being taken yesterday caused her to take a tantrum and retreat to her sleeping bag where she slept the loss of her alcohol away, but she had finally gotten a hold of herself. Slipping on her pumps, she tied her hair into an easy bun while looking around her camp. It was oddly quiet for Team Three, which made her suspicious. 

A few minutes into her journey she seen something in the distance. The dot, which  became more clear as she got closer, caused her to frown slightly.

"Why the fuck would somebody leave their clothes in the woods," Rhiley asked herself, confusion evident on her features. Picking up the t-shirt, her expression changed from confused to shocked in a matter of seconds when she realised just who the clothes belonged to. Kneeling down she went through the second set, the picture of only one girl coming to mind. 

Anger pulsed through her veins as the betrayal became obvious. Two of her own team mates, one of which she was so in love with it scared her, had went off into the woods to fuck like wild rabbits. Well, Rhiley wasn't about to let this go. 

Standing up, she growled slightly, only one thing coming to mind: to destroy. Rhiley gathered the clothes before jogging back to camp to do what she needed to do. Dropping the clothes onto the fire pit, she took out her lighter and lit Jonah's boxers on fire, chuckling as she dropped them. Pulling out her cigarette packet, Rhiley placed one between her lips so she could light it while gleefully watching the flames consume the clothing. 

"Oh, just you wait until I see you two," Rhiley told nobody. The flames danced in front of her emotionless eyes. She was hurting, but she wasn't going to admit that to anybody, not even herself. If he could just throw what they had away like it was nothing, why was it so hard for her? There and then, Rhiley Thomas promised herself that no man would ever get a hold of her heart like Jonah Jaxon did. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she leaned back onto the forest floor, enabling herself to look into the sky.

It was official, Jonah Jaxon was a dead man.

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RHIVENGE, THE FEELINGS || SELF PARA

"I'm not some overly insecure bitch who sleeps with guys," Rhiley whined, mimmicking Rex as she made her way up to the roof, a bag slung over her shoulder and a cigarette in hand. "Yeah, you blonde bitch, because no guys want to sleep with you," she muttered, snickering at herself slightly. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she forcefully pushed open door labelled 'fire exit' and strolled to the edge of the roof.

This had become a regular thing now, coming up to the roof and standing right at the edge just so the tips of her brogues edged over the drop. It was poetic, really, if you didn't think of what was running through her mind, of why she was there or what pushed her to this point. For Rhiley, it was like putting the killing thing, the drop, right in her reach, but not letting it have the power to kill her, not giving it the power to own her like all her little addictions did. 

Stepping back before she sat down, Rhiley shuffled so her legs were hanging off the edge while she watched beyond the camp grounds, where each person was totally oblivious to every other person's real problems. "Oh, to be young and unobservant," she told nobody but herself. Yes, nineteen was young, but when your mother was dead, you suffered from an alcohol and cocaine addiction and you were hopelessly in love, it all felt like what you were told in your childhood was a lie. Growing up wasn't fun; growing up was torture of the highest degree.

Soon, she became aware that her cigarette was burning away in her hand. The same brand of cigarette that Jackson planted in Cat's camp to frame her and break them apart. Angrily stumping out the cancer stick, Rhiley emptied her bag carefully onto the ground beside her. One book lay on top of another, both approximately the same size, but both of their content was dramatically different. They each symbolised a different side of her, the first the bitchy, evil side that was currently taking over the second side, the one that valued her friendships and enjoyed themselves. Avoiding both, she went for the Jack Daniels bottle first, popping off the lid and taking sips while she delayed the inevitable. 

"God damn it Rhiley, where the fuck has your courage gone you cunt," she chided herself. Reaching for the first book, her fingers traced the title, a laugh bursting out of her as she remembered when she first started it. The Burn Book was a dedication to her favourite movie, but it became more than that, it became her real thoughts about the people around her. There were only eight entries, which saddened her that she managed to forget about it that easily. Flipping through the pages, she shook her head sadly; she could have wrote much worse nowadays.

Knocking the book to the side, she took another drink as she took hold of the second one... the one that would hurt her the most. 

Ever since her burning with Lily, Rhiley had kept the book hidden away, refusing to look into the eyes of defeat, but right then she just had to. Photos glared back of her, ones of her, Lily, Jonah and Eliza all together, others of random people around camp. Even some had Cat and Jackson in them, ones where she was focusing on somebody else too much to notice the setting. The further back she got, the more things changed. Pictures of four of them became rare while relationships changed away from the camera lens. Soon, Jonah was barely in the book along with Eliza, but more pictures of other people came up, reminding her some good did come out of change. 

Then it began, the pictures of her and Jonah, the ones that made her want to lash something at a wall and curl up into a ball where nothing could hurt her. Instead, she chose to do things the Rhiley way: take a swig of Jack Daniels and move onto something that required less emotional involvement. 

Taking out her pen, she traded the book in her hands for her Burn Book, flipping to the back before she started scribbling down notes and making diagrams, using her years worth of education for once. It was time to turn military and use her head instead of her heart. It was time to get the ultimate Rhivenge.

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RHIVENGE 2.0 || SELF PARA

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Rhiley bent down in order to die her black doc martens which blended in with the rest of her outfit. With her army jacket tied around her waist, she set off for her first destination - Team Four's camp.

Her walk there was silent except from her calm breaths and the whistling of the wind around her, but that didn't make her feel comfortable. As soon as she was a short distance from the camp, Rhiley started climbing. Jumping from one tree to the next was risky and required focus which is just why she hadn't drank anything in the last twelve hours, something she wasn't exactly enjoying. Their tents came into sight, the toilets and showers just a little further in the distance. "Perfect," she hissed, starting to make her exit from the trees cover. 

It seemed the campers were either asleep, or just busy some place else. Either way, Rhiley wasn't going to stop this attack for anybody. Throwing her bag on the floor, she unzipped it and picked out a few items for stage one.

Popping her head into one of the tents randomly, the sight of Everest asleep in his boxers made her snicker. He finally got himself some new ones then. Rhiley flipped the lid off the can of anti-vandal paint, carefully pouring it around him and over his bed before evacuating the scene and getting her paint brush out. She wasn't much of an artist, but a few nice words would be enough to get her message across. 

A few minutes later, Rhiley stood back to asses her work. Game on, Everslut. Stuffing all Gossip Girl entries about Jackson in his tent, Rhiley nodded to herself, going backack to her bag and slotting everything she had already used back in, trading her paint brush for one of the weapons on her belt. "You should do," she muttered to the one Lucy had found on their hunt a couple of nights ago.

Rhiley was careful to avoid Alice's tent; it wasn't the pregnant chick Rhiley was here for. All other tents got a nice slash, just near the bottom where anything could make their way through... She always did love spiders after all.

Now, for the final stage. Pulling the nets out of her bag, Rhiley gave strict attention to each trap, making sure they were under the cover of the forest floor before moving onto the next. Somebody was going to get caught up in one of the three tents, and Rhiley felt sorry for the whoever was afraid of heights. 

Packing away her things, she pulled out the last thing she needed to complete the whole thing. 

"I apologise, Harley," she whispered as she dropped the ripped edge of a music sheet to the floor. Rhiley had no interest in music, and the attack would be too obvious if she didn't leave some type of bait, which is exactly why she brought nothing she was infamous for with her.

With that done, she grasped her bag and made her way back up into the trees, making sure her footsteps would be untraceable. Not once looking back, Rhiley hurried from the scene and back to the confines of her own camp where she would wait for word of any other attacks. It was time to get serious.

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The State Of Dreaming || Self Para

For what felt like the fiftieth time that evening the familiar ringing of her iPhone made Rhiley jump from her seat in the corner, forcing her to notice who was calling her. Strolling towards her bed, she skilfully dodged the vodka bottles scattered at her feet before throwing herself onto the lumpy mattress. Reaching out for her phone, Rhiley growled and heaved herself up. Who the fuck needs me this much? 

Unlocking the now silent phone, Rhiley's eyebrows involuntary rose. Twenty missed calls and three text messages... I didn't think I was drinking that long, she thought, shocked by her own actions. The little device vibrated in her palm as a warning before the now irritating tone began again. Frustrated, she answered the unknown caller but soon noticed her father's voice.

"Hey Da-. Yeah, I'm sitting down- No I haven't been drinking and yes I did get my car, thank you," Rhiley listened to him intently for a few minutes, hardly breathing. "H-how? I know you said it was an accident but she was always so safe..." Her sentence dragged out into nothing, intertwining with her all too hasty breaths. Not needing to hear any more comforting words, she ended the call with shaking fingers. 

Car crash, you know how much she hated them Rhiles, always car sick.. I don't want you driving down here but it would be quickest.. Funeral on Thursday...

A flood of nostalgia hit her, she wanted nothing more to be in her father's arms, safe and sound. But that wasn't going to happen, her mother was dead and her father was broken. Her life would never be the same. This thought pumped adrenalin into her veins. Fleeing back to New York wasn't something she wanted to do, but the news demanded it of her. 

Within moments her suitcase was out and her clothes were packed, there was no time to worry about colour coordination or make-up right then. Somewhere, between the news of her mothers death and her packing the too floral suitcase, Rhiley had managed to pull on her shoes, grab her phone and find the car keys to her new Mercedes-Benz without falling over her own feet or shedding a tear. On her way out of the door, her friends came to mind but were quickly dismissed. Family comes first, Rhiley. Just this once, family means the most.

Rhiley used a short cut through the halls to get to the car park, smirking at the deflated tires of the audi sitting alone on the tarmac. Flinging the suitcase in the back seat, she slid in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. Sobs enveloped her body, forcing her to drop the keys and take deep, heaving breaths. With her lungs screaming for air, she rolled down the window and shoved the key in the ignition. Shakily putting the key into drive, she fixed her seat belt and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. This is your time to properly sort your shit out Rhiley, don't mess it up... And with that, she started her journey back to New York.