thicker than water | raelynn

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link Becca spent the majority of her day down by the lake with a few friends, working on their tans and practicing her powers. She was completely soaked by the time they made it back to the dorm, but she loved it. The water on her skin made her feel alive and whole in a way that she almost couldn't explain. An RA greeted her at the landing for her floor to inform her that a new student would be moving in to her room. With as many people that passed through Page Hall, it wasn't surprising that she hadn't quite managed to keep her solo room for very long. Whoever her new roommate was, they didn't appear to be in the room at the moment, but the tell tale signs were there. New suitcases and unopened boxes lined the empty half of the room, but That was just how things went. Throwing herself down on her own bed, Becca closed her eyes and waited for the mystery girl to show up, excited and nervous at the same time.

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

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It had been a strange day. For the first time since she flew with her mother to California, Raelynn was getting in a plane again. And it that wasn't stressful enough, she was moving back to her old hometown. Not that anyone in the town would know her was someone who grew up there, but she would know and that was enough to leave her with little goosebumps along her arms.

She bit her lip as she watched from the plane window. They were unloading the cargo in Cody, Wyoming and taking her bags and boxes up to the school about fifty miles west of her current location. She had a vague idea of where that town was, even though it was well hidden from the rest of society. The only problem she faced was gathering the courage to get up out of the uncomfortable plane seat and actually get a cap to take her that far. There was about a 98% chance she would run into he sister and, as she was finally ushered off the plane by an aggravated flight attendant, she wondered if she would even recognize the girl when she saw her.

The car ride took long than she wanted to, but by the time she was pulling in to the school drive way, she wished it were longer. Carefully gliding out of the taxi, she paid the man with the money she had gotten when she turned eighteen. Her father, Jamison Davenport had left a heft wealthy behind him and, as part of the prenup he apparently signed, the money could only be released to him offspring. The huge sum of money that now sat in Raelynn's bank account was half of that fund.

She could hear her Prada heels clicking on the tile floors of the dorm as she followed the map up a flight of stairs. Her room was the first on the right, if this map was correct. Sure enough, room 201 loomed in front of her and she took a deep breathe before pushing through the door.

Her boxes lined the far wall. That was the first thing she saw. A large, expensive suitcase full of her new clothes purchase less than a month ago was leaning against a mattress that had no bed spread on it. And on the other bed...

Raelynn stopped in her tracks, dropped her Coach bag and not even noticing when the contents emptied across the floor. Looking at the girl who was, presumably, her roommate, was like looking in a mirror. So that was what Teresa had meant by 'no doubles allowed'. A cold sweat started a build on Raelynn's forehead and she took a step back, not sure what to say or do.

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link The sound of things hitting the floor startled Becca. Without even looking at the door, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up quickly. Her heart was racing, but she wasn't upset once she realized what was happening. This roommate thing was going to be interesting, she could already tell. "Hey! I'm Becca..." She started, cutting off as she turned around to see a straight haired version of herself standing across the room in clothes she would never be able to afford in her entire life. Stammering, she tried to continue. "Sorry, I'm...uh. I'm Becca Ashland, your new roommate." Maybe if she ignored it, things would not go completely crazy and they'd turn out to be cousins or that the girl had some freaky power. Biological manipulation or something like that would be a solid explanation, right?

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

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Three things were abundantly clear to Raelynn. The first, was that this girl was her twin. Her identical twin. The one she heard laughing with her step father all the time. The one that go the birthday parties and could yell and scream. The one that got to go outside. The one that their mother loved.

The second, was that the girl had no idea who she was. Raelynn felt strange about this revelation. It had been a constant question in her mind, whether or not her step-father and sister had known she was in the basement the entire time, or if they had been oblivious. Rae couldn't decide if she was mad at her sister for being so completely blind, or if she was thankful that she wasn't abandoned by the other girl just like she had been by their mother.

And finally, this whole 'roommates with the secret twin' thing was going to be beyond interesting. Like a TV sitcom. Maybe she should call TNT or something...

Becca, obviously, had decided to ignore the weird feeling of looking into a living mirror and pretend like she hadn't noticed or something. Raelynn was silent for a moment, frowning as she tried to decide what she was going to do with this situation. She decided to keep it a secret for a little while longer, to probe for answers before revealing the truth, "Becca Ashland?" She said, grinning, "You look familiar...Did you grow up here?" She stooped down carefully to gather the lost items of her purse.

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link "Ummm...yea. I've never really left the Calloway or Ashford area." Technically that was the truth, other than for that short time she spent with the stranger on the water at Lower Falls. She didn't want to think about that right now though. "I lived with my parents until my dad died when I was seven, then my mom ran off and left me with my aunt." The word mom was filled with more poison than most people thought the normally quiet and friendly becca was capable of. She had abandoned her when she needed her the most, and the one time she had come back to visit...well, Teresa wouldn't be returning to calloway ever again. "It's been Aunt Ruth and I ever since."

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

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Raelynn couldn't help the blank stare that overtook her pretty face. She looked up from her bag, now fully stocked with whatever knick knacks had scattered across the dorm room floor. She stood up and placed it carefully on what she assumed was her desk, "How lucky for you, to have lived with your parents. That must have been nice." She sat down in the spinning office chair and crossed her legs daintily, "I'm Raelynn by the way." She said shortly, forcing a smile to her lips.

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link Nice wasn't the word Becca would use to describe her time living with both parents. If it had just been her and Robert...things would have been different. "My mother was a psycho. I don't think she's capable of things like nice and love. If she wasn't obsessed with the idea of a perfect family... she would've left dad and I long before then." The confession hurt, almost physically. Maybe if she had just went ahead and gone, her dad would still be alive. The official cause of death was that an electrical short had started the fire from some device Teresa left plugged in. Stupid, stupid woman. "Enough about me though, Raelynn. What about you? Are you from around here or are you a transfer?" She almost hoped that Raelynn was a calloway original. Family members would explain the resemblance nicely. Maybe they were cousins or something like that.

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

TAGS | REBECCA CLAIRE ASHLAND | OUTFIT | linky

Shaking. She couldn't stop shaking. Raelynn stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring, "You're the worst kind of person. Don't understand just how great you had it." She stomped over to the window and let out a deep breathe, trying to calm herself. Finally, she bit her lip and turned around, "You want to know about me? I was born in Calloway. My mother wanted a perfect family so badly she thought having twins would be a bad thing so she killed my father and locked me away in the basement." She finally turned ot look at Rebecca, "I got to grow up underground listening to my twin sister laugh her her step-father and play and make noise and listen to music. All while I was silent under the floorboards. Then the fire..." She choked o the words and shook her head, "Like it matters." She snapped, not sure if it was obvious, yet, that they were related.

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link A fire. She had said something about a fire. If it weren't for the comment about her father, Becca would be afraid that she was talking about Teresa and Robert. "Look, I'm sorry that your life sucked. Your mom deserves to be shot, or worse, subjected to what she did to you. But that doesn't mean I had it good." Hell, the girl's story barely made sense. How could someone get away with something like that in CALLOWAY, of all places. Surely someone had to know that Raelynn existed. "Why do you sound like your mad at me specifically? I've never met you before in my life."  There was a sinking feeling in her stomach, telling her that she already knew the answer. It couldn't be true though. Her daddy was Richard Ashland. She was an only child. Her father's death was an accident. She didn't have a sister. She didn't. She would've known.

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

TAGS | REBECCA CLAIRE ASHLAND | OUTFIT | linky

"Seriously?" Raelynn snapped, shaking her head and rolling her eyes simultaneously like a well training teenage girl. She bent over carefully and started digging in the front pocket of her large suitcase. Finding what she had been searching for, she ripped the handheld mirror out of her bag and stomped across the room. It was the only thing her mother has left her with. On the plane ride to Los Angeles, Teresa had handed the mirror to Raelynn and had her hold it while she fixed her daughter's hair for the firs time in her life. With a crazed smile, she insisted that the little girl keep the mirror. It still has a bit of soot in the ornate cracks around the frame. If Raelynn remembered correctly, this mirror used to hang from a hook on the wall in her parent's bedroom. Not that it really mattered all that much. She stood in front of the other girl and held the mirror up near her face so the Rebecca would be able to see her own face reflected next to Raelynn's, "Tell me why I'm mad." Her voice was flat and unfeeling, a reflex from years of isolation.

hold on, baby, your losing it

the water's high, your jumping into it

tagged: RAELYNN CLARISSA DAVENPORT outfit: link No. No no no. no no no no no no no. Part of Rebecca started to lose it the instant she saw the mirror, the one she had never been allowed to touch. It was her mother's prized possession, something that had been given to her before she married Richard. Becca would've recognized it a mile away. "I'm an only child. We didn't even have a basement." She whispered, running through the layout of the house in her head. There was one door she wasn't allowed to ever open, but it had daddy's tools in it. Momma said the basement had been sealed up before she bought the place because of something with the foundation. It was just a big concrete slab. "You can't be my sister. Daddy never...he wanted more kids. Mother said no. Daddy wouldn't have let this happen. He wouldn't have." There was an edge of desperation to her voice as she pushed away from Raelynn and went back to her bed to sit down on the side of it.

and letting go...but no one knows

Created by Caila

TAGS | REBECCA CLAIRE ASHLAND | OUTFIT | linky

What else could she even say? Rolling her eyes, Raelynn crossed the room again and fug a crumpled envelope out of her bag, It was the information on how to released a $15 million share of the inheritance to one Rebecca Claire Ashland from the accounts of her late father, Jamison Davenport. Raelynn turned around and dropped the letter and the mirror on to her sister's bed, "Whatever you say, Bex." She said in a cold tone before swinging her Coach bag over her shoulder and leaving the room.