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A slim figure stood at the top of the waterfall, her face painted black from the shadows, silhouetted against the pale blue sky. Her satiny, prarie-style white dress billowed around her ankles in the wind, pale blue hair blowing out around her shoulders and cascading in a long ripple over the lines of her slender shoulders. Rachelle sat down atop a bolder, peering down at the small pond below where the waterfall eventually led into. A small smirk danced across her pale rosy lips. She dropped into a crouching posistion, tensing up slightly, and then sprung into the with her arms out. Rachelle let her body topple over the edge of the waterfall, her white dress fanning out. She closed her eyes as she felt the wind rush past the sides of her face. Rachelle hit the water with a muted splash, sinking underneath it for a moment. She kicked with her feet and pushed herself up, flipping her hair back when she broke through the water's surface.

Rachelle whipped around to confront whoever had suddenly called out to her. She swam to the edge of the pond and crawled out, silver droplets of water dripping off of her long blue hair. Rachelle smoothed out the newly created wrinkles in her damp white dress. She tilted her head up, bright silver eyes glinting from the frosty light of the sun. "Oh really? I thought I deserved better.....maybe an eight and a half, or a nine." Her voice was sarcastic, sharp, yet strangely friendly seeming at the same time. Rachelle crossed her arms and let out a quiet hmph, rolling her eyes.

"Toots? I have a name y'know, a real name, and it happens to be Rachelle. I would prefer that you call be that instead of some silly nickname." She said, flipping her hair over one shoulder, putting her hands on her hips. "So, would you prefer that I do a flip instead?" Rachelle added, arching her eyebrows. Her smooth soprano voice was thick with sarcasm.

"I'll cool down when I feel like it." She said with a small shrug and rolled her eyes. "And I would still prefer getting a better score. Sevens are just too average for my standards." Rachelle continued, a small smirk dancing across the defined features of her face.

"Average." She muttered under her breath, the smirk vanishing from across her face as if it had never existed at all. The thing that seemed to get on her nerves the most was being called average. Rachelle was the type of person who liked to stand out, to not be considered ordinary. She glared up at him through a set of narrowed silver eyes, lightly biting her lower lip, as if trying to hold back from saying all the harsh rebukes that she could have come up with.

Rachelle stood perfectly still for a moment, and found herself staring directly into his eyes, picking up on the fact that they seemed to change colors. Although her staring was most likely related to a glare. "Of course I don't like being called average!" Rachelle said, tossing her head back. "And why do your eyes change colors?" She questionned demandingly, while lightly tapping the bottom of her foot against the ground.