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INTRODUCING , chapter one ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ uncharted ( the demarco expedition ) @ 2022 ───── -stupidcupids, 𝓜
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"𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒, this has got to be the worst." Vada Sullivan is perched on the roof of New York's most prestigious academy, otherwise known as Westpoint Institute, wind whispering words of disapproval towards her actions, voiced by the one and only Eve Kross. The blonde makes no effort to hide her objection, eyes widening at each breeze, afraid she may just topple over the side, turning into a mere splatter on the sidewalk below. It's a ridiculous thought, really, considering they're only four stories up, but she doesn't seem to relent.
"That's a bit dramatic," Vada leans forward, just far enough to both search for an open window, and to scare the living shit out of her partner-in-crime. Content with the ledge that sits about eight feet downward, she adjusts the gloves on her hands and jumps a bit, trying to psyche herself up for another night of near-death experiences. It was a tradition, after all, despite Eve's disliking towards the subject. The brunette continues, "I'd say that the worst one was ─── hm ─── probably when I tried to take that one guy's helicopter keys. I can't even fly a helicopter."
Many would say that Vada and Eve are a dangerous duo. Every seemingly-effortless curl is a result of feminine manipulation, a long list of felonies and the scent of lavender petals an intoxicating addiction that entraps any bystander. Miniskirt pockets are filled with riches galore, even the jingle of stolen watches not being enough to distract from the beauty that radiates from each pretty face. Eve is short and curvy, golden locks tracing her tanned, freckled skin, and Vada is tall and scrawny, with skin as pale as the snow that has long since melted in their city; polar opposites, but equally as mesmerizing.
