Mona Vanderwaal

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"Hey Vanderwaal,"

Noel smiled as he noticed the brunette hovering in the doorway. “Come here a second?”

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Mona gazes at him blankly. She quickly checks behind her to make sure he wasn't talking to somebody else. Nope. Nobody there. She can't believe the popular Noel Khan is actually speaking to her. He never gave her a second glance before. She shyly makes her way over to him. "Were you talking to me," she asks cautiously, shifting her boots awkwardly against the floor.

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Where have you been hiding, Mona?

I have been here, but both Alison and Hanna stopped RPing with me. Nobody wants to play with loser Mona. :-(

You are more than welcome to start an opening para. :-)

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Alison DiLaurentis has been re-opened.

Our Ali RPer looks like she deleted her account, so we’re re-opening Alison DiLaurentis.

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That is very odd, because she just messaged me asking if we should do a flashback.

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Hi, I'm the roleplay's Alison. Would you be interested in any Mona/Alison flashbacks or interaction?

Of course darling. Just create an opening para and I will jump in.

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First Times — Character Challenge

First Date: The first date I had is kind of embarrassing to tell, because it wasn't really a date. I was thirteen at the time and this really cute guy, Josh, asked me out, even though we've never talked before. It was weird and something felt off about it, but I was so excited that someone was interested in me. When I showed up to the restaurant at the center of town in this super cute outfit, all the mean girls were waiting to laugh in my face. Josh was in on the joke, as it's apparently so funny that somebody could actually be into me. 

First Kiss: my first kiss was no less shameful. It happened two years earlier. You see, my parents fell asleep on the coach and this movie "Wild Things" came on after the Mulan was over. I'd seen boys and girls kiss on screen before, but never two girls. It got me wondering, since I've always felt closer to girls than boys. Boys were still kinda icky. So, when Caroline came over to babysit the next night and we were curled up on the couch watching the Disney Channel, I leaned over and kissed her. On the lips. She was really pretty with her glowing blonde hair and bubblegum perfume. She never babysat for me again. 

First Book: I remember clearly the first book I was able to read on my own. It was an adaption of the Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Anderson, which tells the story of a raggedy and gray duck who is teased by all the other normal ducks. At the end of the story, it turns out that he is really not a duck at all, but a beautiful swan. That book got me through many tough days when the teasing at school was especially rough.

First Word: I do not know if it is technically a word or not, but the first thing I was ever able to say was the letter "A". It was an odd first "word", but I kept saying it over and over again. "B" shortly followed, as I quickly began to pronounce the entire alphabet. I guess I was always weird.

First Fear: When I was six my parents moved us to this really big house in Rosewood. I was very excited in the beginning, because a new house brought new possibilities. The first night, I burst into my parents' room screaming when my nightlight went out and I caught sight of this really old and twisted tree that kept swaying outside my window. I wanted to sleep in my parent's bed for just that night, but they insisted I be a big girl, so my Mom pulled the shade close and told me to go back to bed. I hardly slept for the next couple weeks, knowing it was out there waiting to get me. Thank God my parents decided to build a gazebo and had the tree cut down. 

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Hanna Marin— The first day of school was something that Hanna Marin traditionally looked forward too. The fancy clothes, geeky freshman, and most importantly, her bestie, Mona Vanderwaal. The whole thing just seemed to never fail to get her pumped for a whole new full of promise. Except, this year? She just wasn’t feeling too festive. And for some reason, she just couldn’t help but feel a bit dull toward it. Nevertheless, this would most certainly not stop her from looking her absolute best for the first day. Which, of course, was nothing short of perfection. That morning, she set her alarm for five o’clock. Her morning schedule was usually especially complex. She made sure to squeeze in a workout before her shower, which preceded her breakfast of a lone fruit low-cal smoothie. After that was out of the way, then came the glam. She dressed herself in the best that there was to offer. Designer outfit, designer shoes, even designer makeup - all of which paid for by her mother, who oh-so desperately longed for her daughter’s popularity. When she finished, she took a final look at herself, and grinned with one firm nod. Mona had offered to drive her that morning, but instead she’d opted for her mother to drive. As they arrived, she smiled over at her mom. “Love you,” she murmured, exiting the vehicle. Glancing down at her phone, she realized the first bell was set to ring in less than five minutes. Whatever. You can’t exactly rush perfection. Plus, being fashionably late was something she was great at. With one click of the heel, all eyes were on her. Typical. But there was really only one person she intended to speak to that morning. Her baby blues finally landed on Mona’s, and she greeted her a slight smirk. “Oh, I’m not too late, am I?” she chirped in response, folding her arms over her chest.

"You wouldn't be late if a quarter-to-nine meant two minutes," Mona chides with a sharp but friendly tongue. Her face is all serious, but the blonde girl can tell that she is about to crack. After a few moments of giving Hanna the blank stare, she breaks out into a light chuckle. If there is anybody in this world she has a weak spot for it is Miss Marin. She is pretty certain that she would take a bullet for the girl if it came down to it. 

The petit girl walks over to her best friend in the whole wide world, so that she is standing at her side. She drapes an arm around her shoulders and clicks her tongue in scolding fashion. She is a little pissed that Hanna was late and they will not get to chat before class starts, but it is nothing she isn't already used to. Hanna is always late for everything. Mona knows she still has self-esteem issues from when she used to be Hefty Hanna and must have obsessed in front of the mirror before leaving home. 

Mona dances her fingers on Hanna's shoulder. "What am I ever going to do with you Miss Marin?," she teases in a melodic voice. This school year is going to be tougher than she imagined, especially since things between her and Sean seemed to be pretty steady.

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At the Lockers

Mona putters around in her locker waiting for her next class to start. She is beginning to regret getting here so early, even if it was for a very important reason. She grabs a few of her old notebooks that were left inside from last Spring and tosses them in the nearby trash. She saved up enough allowance money to spring for a new iPad, which was perfect since she can type five times faster than she can scribble with a pen. 

The petite girl begins to worry a little that Hanna hasn't shown up yet. It's not that her being late for class is anything new. It's just that she told her she'd be there early so they could chat before class, and that she hasn't answered any of her texts. She flashes her eyes at the pic from the day they went to beach the end of last semester. Hanna was flirting with cute boys and Mona was enjoying the view, so to speak. She wanted to drive Hanna to school with her shiny new drivers' license, but Hanna said that her Mom was taking her and, she didn't want to make a big deal about it. 

She glances down at her phone and doesn't see any replies from the blonde since she last checked a minute ago. She sighs and texts her again. Just as she presses "send", Mona catches sight of Hanna coming down the hall in front of her. "It's about time," Mona chides, smirking with a wry grin.

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spenceinthegardn: — Her shoulders tense at the reference, jaw tightening. She never liked going along with it, but Ali was Ali and you just didn’t go against the blonde. Years of dealing with Alison’s taunts had taught Spencer to professionally school her features into one of indifference, as though the comment had little to no affect on her. She’s trying, honestly. She wants to make up for what she did in the past, but psychological scars run deep and she doesn’t know if she can really do anything to fix the mess Ali left behind. She, too, can play this game of verbal sparring Mona seems to wish to engage in. The small brunette would make a formidable opponent. The high road is chosen instead, and she remains silent. The tense air that hovers around the trio is thick enough to be cut with a proverbial knife. Ice breaking isn’t her strong point, and she’d much rather leave than stick around. She’s already in the lie, though, and she isn’t going anywhere. The two females seated near her stuck their necks out for her, and she isn’t about to leave to leave them on the chopping block. "Here’s a better question," she interrupts, not the least bit sorry for doing so. When a Hastings set their mind to something, they went through with it. "Why did you lie for me?"

Mona opens her mouth ready to babble on about her expectations for the new teacher, Mr. Fitz, and pretend like this tense moment never happened, but she is cut off by the no nonsense words of Spencer. She would love to smirk and brandish her appreciation for the way the other girl can play this mental game of Weiqi, but she refrains.

She bats her eyelashes and gives the Hastings a small shrug. "Well you're Hanna's friend," Mona states so matter-of-factly, "And, I figured you could use the help." A sickly sweet smile creeps its way onto the little girl's visage. The secret to lying, she discovered a long time ago, was to tell the truth. Mona truly did figure Spencer could use some help and she really was a true friend to Hanna. 

"Besides, I don't really think it's a good idea to be alone in a room with the good detective," Mona continues looking back over at Wilden who still waits like a vulture ready to devour the three of them. "I think he might have like a fetish for younger girls or something," she warns the other girls with a huff as her glance shifts between Paige and Spencer, "I heard that he was hitting on all the fourteen year old girls when he came in to lecture on the police academy. He kept giving this one girl rides in his squad car and everything." 

It is not that Mona tells the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Rather, she tells just enough truth for it to be believable. The sweetness she exudes is not merely a façade. The brilliance of her manipulation is that she lives most of it as truth.

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SecretiveSwimmer — Paige unconsciously withdrew ever so slightly at the mention of her name. She didn’t know whether she was trying to get information out of the other brunette or to put her on edge. What could they have possibly found that linked Spencer to it more than she already was? They were friends; of course she was going to be a suspect of some sort. Honestly, none of it concerned her. She was just happy that the blonde bitch was gone and she could start over. "God, is he still staring? Doesn’t he know when to leave well enough alone?" she said, a little intimidated at everyone around her. She did herself a solid by helping out Spencer and Mona, which hopefully would pay off later, but at the cost of her masked insecurity.

Mona tracks the lurking Wilden out of the corner of her eye. Acute peripheral vision has been a peculiar talent of hers ever since she hit the age of twelve. When she told Hanna about it, she suggested it must have something to do with getting her period. Mona loved her blonde BFF, but she wasn't exactly the brightest. It was hard for her not to make fun of Hanna for that one, for weeks. 

"If you ignore it, it will go away," she advises Paige, and draws an allusion towards Spence. The mental images of that Halloween, when Alison gave her those pearls of wisdom which acted as a command to scram, flash before her mind's eye. Mona decides to push the envelope and continues, "Isn't that right, Spencer?," snapping her eyes to Hastings' and blinking them with a sly sense of innocence.

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Spenceinthegardn — She shoots Mona a look of utter annoyance, the narrowing of her eyes almost unnoticeable. Though appreciative, it wasn’t as though she asked for the smaller girl’s help. “Thank you.” The words are anything but sincere and she makes sure of it. Her globular organs unwillingly drift back in the detective’s direction, scrutinizing him. Paige’s question has struck a chord within her, and now she’s wondering the same thing herself. With lawyers for parents, she understands the laws quite well. She knows that, legally, Detective Wilden cannot ask her any questions without her parents knowing about it. Perhaps he figured he could corner her at school in an attempt to get answers she didn’t have to give. Deep down, she senses something is off, but she isn’t sure what it is, though she knows she doesn’t trust him. "This is 'Rosewood's finest' we’re dealing with. They probably couldn’t tell the difference between a squirt gun and a real one.” Her stare on the man holds as she continues speaking. “I don’t know why he wants to question me.” She isn’t lying, but she isn’t exactly telling the truth either.

Mona shakes off the catty way the Hastings girl shows appreciation for getting her out of an awkward interview with Detective Wilden. She pretends it doesn't bother her, but in truth, she was hoping Spencer would be a little kinder than she was in the past. Mona always imagined that Spencer treated her so terribly because of that witch Alison. Now that she had disappeared, she hoped Spence could stomach the idea of having lunch with her sometime. Mona feels a fool for thinking so optimistically. Her head was always in the clouds, wishing for the best.

The petite girl leans in towards Hastings with her head turned so that she can see Paige as well. "We all know it's about your friend, Alison," Mona says as if the blonde girl did not spend the last few years specializing in torturing her. "Maybe they found out something new about her," she finishes her thought and presses her lips into a taught line. 

Mona is less than innocent in her inquiry. While she still wants to give Spencer a chance to atone for her past sins, she also wants to get a reaction out of her. She hopes to accomplish that by brining up the one name she probably wants to hear least of all. If she is lucky, Paige will jump in and make all of this even more delightful. Paige hated that blonde bitch as much as anybody.

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Spenceinthegardn: — If Spencer were perplexed before, she’s far more confused now. She’s hardly friends with the two girls currently covering for her; in fact, she’s pretty sure they hate her, and not without a valid reason to. Hurricane Alison destroyed anything in her path, Mona and Paige being no exceptions. The overachieving brunette, swindled into Ali’s mind games, was almost as bad as the blond menace herself, though she did spend her summer out from under Ali’s thumb attempting to make amends. She side-steps around the detective, another fictitiously charming smile shot in direction. “Maybe another time, Detective.” She flounces off towards a table, a quick glance of her shoulder to see if her two cover stories were in pursuit. Setting her stuff down, she pretends to rifle through its contents. The detective’s eyes burn metaphorical holes in her being, and it takes all of her willpower to keep her eyes trained on a solitary pencil at the bottom recesses of her back-turned-backpack.

"Oww... oww... oww..." Mona yells after she is out of earshot of the good detective. Paige still has her hand latched around the little Eurasian girl's arm. She grabs the pale fingers and gently removes them from her bare skin. The swimmer's hands are clammy, which is a feeling she has always hated, even though she often gets the same moist palms — especially when she is incredibly nervous.

"Eat steroids much?," Mona quips as she massages the assaulted arm with her thumb and forefinger. She has never been a tough girl, at least physically. She bruises like a soft peach. Mona adjusts the colorful scarf around her neck and follows Spencer to the table. She makes sure she grabs the seat next to her intellectual equal, making it appear like they actually get along and that Alison's clique did not make her life a living hell only a year ago.  Whereas Spencer is acting more reserved, Mona brazenly turns around to face down the stare of Wilden by giving him a cute and innocent wave. It is amazing how powerful the ditzy-girl persona makes her. She can manipulate others and at the same time give them the impression that she cannot even spell the world "manipulation".

Mona refocuses her attention on the two girls who haven't said a word yet, and breaks the silence, "You're welcome, Spence."

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The mistrust that floods her system almost outweighs the relief. She doesn’t trust Mona, especially after the way she seemingly got over how Alison treated her without a second thought. She trusted this Detective Wilden less, though. Given the choice, she’d rather pretend to tutor Mona - she didn’t need tutoring; Mona’s grades were almost as high as hers - than spend it being interrogated for something she had already been repeatedly questioned on. Her story never changed, and with her memory, it never will. Spencer meets Mona’s gaze with apprehension, curious as to why she was helping her. Now was not the time, however. Splashing a cheery smile on her face, she nodded her head. “I’m part of more clubs than most people have heard of, and I run most of them.” Turning to Mona, she continued with her falsity. “Actually, that’s why I came over here. We can start right now, if you want.” The teen had learned long ago that the key to telling a lie was to throw in a pinch of truth to the recipe. If you focus on the truthful aspects of whatever it is you were spouting off about, you could ignore the parts that weren’t so true. You can convince yourself that you’re not lying, you’re acting. Spencer learned from one hell of an actress, and this little lie is nothing compared to others she’s been convinced - or threatened - to tell.

Mona smiles widely at Spencer's complicity in the deceit. For a second there, she thought the other girl might refuse to go along with the ruse, and call her out in front of the policeman. It was a gamble on her part, but it was also the perfect opportunity for her to build trust, whether as an end in itself, or as an event that can be exploited.  Mona pushes past Detective Wilden to stand at Spencer's side. When his penetrating gaze beams over them, she locks her arm around Spencer's elbow to give the illusion that there is no strangeness between them, and that all of this is perfectly natural. He does not seem to buy it, but she doubts that he will have courage to label two Rosewood High students liars in front of a crowded room. 

"Spencer promised," Mona coos with big eyes, "You should know about keeping promises, Mr. Wilden, because I'm sure you had to take that Oath of Honor thing-y when you put on the blue uniform and promised to serve and protect." She takes a long breath, hoping that her Thespian performance was enough convince him it was not worth it to push for the interview. For extra measure, she adds, "I'm sure you can interview her some other day. It's not like we're going anywhere."

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Darren turned back around to face Mona as she spoke to him, dropping his arm back at his side. He raised one of his brows, cracking a partial smile although his eyes had a hardness to them as they vaguely looked her over. “Looks like you changed a lot too.” Cold eyes met with hers, the awkwardness of the moment enhanced by the tone of his voice. He went quiet, thinking. His gaze was still on her. “I’ve been wanting to speak with Hanna and the other three girls.” Mona was hard to read but easy to see through. He noticed her looking towards the street and after a time he looked as well, only to see Spencer. Wilden remained near the entrance and waited for her to fully approach. “Miss Hastings,” he walked over to her. “Miss Vanderwaal and I were just talking about all that’s changed around Rosewood in such a short time.” He was observing both Mona’s and Spencer’s reactions as he spoke, “Now I’d like to do the same with you, privately. I pre-arranged this with the school faculty.” Wilden now ushered Spencer toward the entrance, opening the door and extending his arm which in turn flashed the file folder he’d been holding.

"Wait," Mona shouts after Detective Wilden, kicking her boots against the ground. She stumbles over a few words with eyes shifting back and forth before coming up with a shabby, but workable lie, "Spencer and I were supposed to compare notes from last years' history class, before we start this years' advanced course together."

Mona's brown eyes flash to Spencer's hazel irises, pleading for her to go along with this blatant falsehood, uncertain if she retained that pretty little lying habit from Alison or not. "I had a hard time last semester with Western Civ I.," she says more confidently, easing into it, "And I know that Spencer's super-smart, she knows everything, so after I begged her, she finally agreed to help me, but the only time she had available was before classes." There is something that has always felt off about Wilden. He has a dead grin, rather than a genuine smile. It's as if his eyes and subtle motions do not match his lips. He gives Mona the heebie-jeebies. She wants to shutter at the thought, but restrains her body. Her eyes shift back to Wilden, brandishing a cautiously pouty lip to complete the performance.

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Unicorn: My Mom and Dad bought this for me the first time they ever took me to visit the seashore. That was back when my parents actually cared enough to take me places. But I think it's a happy moment for me, because Mr. Cuddles has gotten me through some tough times. I don't know what I'd do without him when I really just need somebody to hold to my chest. Sometimes when I can't sleep, I still curl up with him in bed. Pathetic, I know. Alone: I ran away on a class trip to New York City, after the other kids made fun of my "asian eyes". They're not even that slanted. Barely noticeable! From then on, I would always hang at the back of the pack, not putting myself out there, because I knew they'd just just laugh at me, like everybody does. Choir: Singing in the Church Choir was one of my fondest childhood memories. My voice wasn't anything special, but I had fun, and the pastor was kind to me, always making sure he gave me some attention when nobody else was there to cheer me on. I especially loved the hymn "Will the Circle be Unbroken?" It gave me hope for the future, even though I am not particularly religious. Glasses: The first day I showed up to school with glasses was perhaps the worst childhood memory. It gave the kids a new reason to pick on me, and this new addition to my face earned me the nickname "Loser Mona". Only Mr. Cuddles and my dolls thought the glasses looked cute on me.

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After getting parked the detective walked along the front sidewalk, passing a few of the early arriving students. He didn’t recognize any, save for one who was perched on the steps. It was Mona Vanderwaal, better known to him from the case files as Loser Mona. She looked far from a loser then, she was in what appeared to be designer clothes, pristine make-up and stilettos. “Miss Vanderwaal," he stated calmly, idly tucking the files he’d brought along underneath one of his arms. “Waiting for someone?" He looked at his wristwatch before he looked over his shoulder and at the street.

Mona pauses for a moment without picking her head up, immediately recognizing the voice speaking to her. He has caught her by surprise when she was only ready to tangle with the troublesome four today. She locks her iPhone and places it in her book bag. Mona raises her gaze to meet his, and greets him with warm, friendly smile. 

"Hiiii, officer Wilden," she coos in a saccharine tone, quickly correcting herself, "I'm sorry, I mean Mr. Detective Wilden." She gets to her feet stumbling a tiny bit in her new boots. "Congratulations, on your promotion," she continues to ramble at an insanely fast pace,"You're like the youngest to ever be promoted to the rank of detective in Rosewood history, which means you're kinda the coolest cop we've ever had."  She catches him looking at the street again — obviously running into her was a coincidence. Mona snaps back to the question at hand, as he does not seem interested in her flatteries, and mutters, "Oh, I'm just here waiting for Hanna, who should be coming along any minute," while combing a hand through her hair.

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Mona's Open Para

Mona opens her eyes to the light pushing its way through the bedroom curtains. It is the first day of back from summer break. A deadly emotional concoction of excitation and nervousness twirls itself around inside her heart. This is either going to be the very best year, or the very worst depending on the choices made by those she cares deeply about. She pushes the bad thoughts out of consciousness, as she throws the covers off herself, and hops out of bed. 

The clock tells Mona that she is already running behind schedule. She worms her feet into a fuzzy pair of pink bunny slippers and makes her way over to the bathroom. She strips out of her pajamas and steps into the shower, turning the handle to let the ice cold water cover her body. She never takes a warm shower in the morning, because she commonly has terrible night sweats. Not that Mona would ever admit it to anybody — except for Hanna, who has spent a few sleepover nights in her bed and figured it out for herself.  

After scrubbing her body with a loofa, Mona gets out of the shower and thoroughly dries every last inch of skin with a towel to ensure the clothes she slips on do not stick to her. In the next half-hour, she applies her makeup, unwraps the new notebooks she bought placing them in her backpack, and grabs a piece of toast bread, before heading out the door. 

Mona turns the radio on to her favorite station, bobbing her head to the beat as she traverses the short commute to school. Once safely in a parking spot, she tests out the feel of her new, black boots against the hard pavement. Mona makes her way around to the front of the school, and takes a seat on the top of the steps. She sighs and takes out her iPhone, waiting for any of the four most interesting girls in Rosewood to show up for the first day of classes.

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— xoxo Omg that’s so cute. Can’t wait. This year is our year. - H

Text: What are you sporting tomorrow, Hanna Banana? I think that not too fancy but über-adorable purple dress you've been saving for the perfect occasion would look darling. - <3