Bee

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

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Was it weird to say that Allison was totally out of her element here? No, no it wasn't. Not at all, especially when you've spent the past few years of your life in a hospital walking around underneath the bright lights and tile flooring, walking the same floors over and over again hoping that something different would happen for a change and that someone was feeling better. Where the only interaction that you've ever had was with patients that hardly ever stayed around longer than a few months at a time. There were her colleagues as well, the fellow doctors and nurses that she had to work with on a daily basis.

They weren't exactly the most socially literate people, but that was what happened when medical school and their pursuit of a career in the medical field sucked people in. People hardly ever had time to develop socially, because they were so busy developing their brains and filling it with as much information as possible. It was probably why all the doctors on Grey's Anatomy always had so drama - because they would often come out of med school with the emotional maturity of a teenager (also partially because the writers have no idea what the fuck they're doing whatsoever but that's a story and a rant for a later time).

Needless to say, based on her interactions with all the doctors at Johns Hopkins, she decided she didn't want to date, especially not a doctor there. They were so busy sucking their own egos off that they often failed to see just how arrogant they were and just how far up their own asses they were. Allison didn't know how Meredith Grey pulled it off with Derek Shepherd.

That was why Dr. Bentley-Song was about to board this cruise ship. She needed some time out of the rather suffocating hospital environment, ironic given just how many ventilators and oxygen tanks were in that hospital. Everyone could use a break, especially doctors these days. She was aware of just how ragged she was going to be run, but nothing could prepare her for the true extent of stress, pressure, and weight on her shoulders that she carried with her. Allison was even starting to doubt if this vacation was even going to work and allow her to decompress and relax a bit, not when she had patients to think about and check up on while she was on this vacation. However, it was something that her doctor colleagues recommended that she do. A part of her was thinking that she was being set up for something else and giving everyone else an opportunity to encroach on her territory. But, she knew none of those doctors had anything on her skill and prowess.

With that being said, someone had still had to watch her patients. She couldn't be in multiple places at once, and since she was down here in Port Canaveral, about a thousand miles away from her hospital - she had to get someone to cover her patients while she was trying to get some admittedly much needed R&R. Allison was stood against a railing nearby the boarding, checking her phone for last minute emails. Much of it was just some staff memos about making sure they were up-to-date with protocols and that they weren't using the on-call rooms for some extracurricular activities. Not like Allison needed to pay that any mind. Besides, the on-call rooms weren't exactly the best place for extracurricular activities anyway. Were people really that desperate to do that in a place like that? Allison may have understood people, but she didn't understand why people did the things that they did.

Pulling her phone up, she dialed the number of one of her most trusted colleagues, one of her fellow residents who she had asked to cover her patients while she was gone, in exchange for the same sentiment when her colleague would take a break themselves. "Hey Penelope, have you been making sure to keep an eye on Robert Winchester's potassium levels? If they dip any lower it may be a sign of something much worse. I did put in a request for a tox lab shortly before I left, so keep an eye out for that too. If anything changes significantly or anyone goes south, call me." Allison said, before hearing some more voices from her phone, "That's a tall order, Penelope." Allison glanced at the ship, before back at the Atlantic Sea in front of her, "But I'll try."

With that, Allison hung up and started making her way to the boat. Hopefully this trip would go smoothly -- Allison didn't want to receive a call or a text in the middle of the night with some news she didn't want to hear. Before Allison left, she made sure that her patients were in good hands and were at least in a state where they were able to be transferred away from her temporarily. It was the only way Allison would even fathom leaving the hospital with so many patients under her belt. She knew they were in good hands, but there was always that underlying anxiety in her that something was going to go wrong, especially since someone else was calling the shots for her patients now.

Hopefully that anxiety would melt away on the ship. Allison had no desire to waste a vacation she so desperately needed, but it was hard to shed herself of the obligations she had back in Maryland. Somehow, Allison had secured a VIP pass for this cruise. She had no idea how these strings were pulled but she wasn't going to question it. It wasn't like she hadn't received a few favors before, especially being the daughter of two very prolific wrestlers. Allison figured it was her moms' doing somehow, which explained all the murmuring as she walked up the VIP aisle to board the ship. Keeping a hand on her bag, she could feel some stares bearing down on her as she made her way to the top of the stairs.

Greeting the people who helmed the VIP section, Allison smiled softly and nodded as she made her way to the actual deck. Upon stepping onto the deck, Allison soon realized why exactly there was so much hubbub about the guests and whoever walked up the VIP line. Allison didn't have to know much about these people to know what they were about. Somehow, she felt the same exact way she did around her doctor colleagues. Allison pulled a glass of champagne off a platter and took a sip, before posting up against a chair.

This time, she knew they weren't competition. Who knew what was in store for this cruise?

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

Allison Bentley-Song

_{𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒}

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Name

Allison Bentley-Song

Ally

Age

29

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Pansexual

Occupation

Resident Doctor at Johns Hopkins University

_{𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐄}

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Appearance

• Hair: Brown | Wavy-Curly | Allison likes to keep it short nowadays.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'6"
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style: Allison likes her clothes to be more on the professional side. Blouses, dress shirts, slacks, skirts, dresses if she's feeling a little frisky. She can't afford to be anything else considering how many obligations she has on a daily basis.
• Makeup Wise: Allison has to wear some every day, at least some eyeshadow and lipstick.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

Personality

Allison is the epitome of a perfectionist and an absolute hardass. Failure is not an option to her, and she won't take anything less than the absolute best. Since high school, she has only gained confidence in herself. Someway along the line, she found the confidence she lacked in high school -- and now she's become much more of an alpha. Not willing to take anyone's shit and knowing just what exactly she wants. Allison isn't afraid to assert herself and make what she wants to do known. Allison has a very cutthroat mentality, not hesitating to abandon anything or anyone that will only hinder her path to success.

She can still be the soft and sweet little bean that she was in high school, it's just really, really, really hard to get her to do so due to her being balls-deep in a cutthroat environment for many, many years. She watches out for herself, and herself only, finding that she is the only person around she can really rely on. However, she is also someone you can rely on, so long as you've gained her trust and respect. Allison is also a very good listener and someone who likes to hand out sage advice, provided she actually knows something about whatever you're asking her about.

_{𝐈 𝐍 𝐌 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓}

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Biography

Allison was born to two prolific professional wrestlers, Amanda Bentley, known as Tsunami, and Hana Song, known as Death Adder. Growing up, Allison was quickly immersed in the world of wrestling. Being backstage at shows as a kid, she got to know quite a lot of wrestlers as her parents would take her along to shows. In some cases, she even appeared in some episodes, of course, with the promise that she would not be hurt or involved in anything shady. However, neither Allison or Hana particularly wanted wrestling to be a family business, so they ended up pushing her more toward the academic side of things.

It sort of backfired on the Bentley-Song family, considering she went a little too far on the academic end and started to put pressure on herself. Knowing that the Bentley-Song family wasn't entirely interested in having Allison get into the same business as them, Allison took it upon herself to make sure she did the very best she could. Late nights studying and working her ass off were very, very common, much to the dismay of her parents. However, the work would eventually pay off as she landed herself an admission to Princeton University. There, she got herself a B.S in Chemistry, before transferring to Johns Hopkins University for medical school and her residency in internal medicine, which she is toward the end of.

Life as a budding professional in the medical world was was difficult in terms her social and romantic life. Allison barely had time for herself, let alone other people or even a significant other. Either she was in the hospital doing rounds and other doctor things, or she was at home sleeping, catching up on paperwork, or binging Netflix with Chinese food on her plate. A friend of hers suggested that she take a vacation, a break from the high intensity of her work as a doctor. Reluctantly, Allison accepted, knowing full well that other things could happen on this cruise. Not like she minded, of course.

_{𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒}

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Other

FC: natalia dyer // pink

• Allison ONLY uses Pilot G2 Pens. Allison relies on these pens for pretty much anything and everything. She owns one in every single color imaginable. She is the only person that actually uses those ink refills.
• Allison has a LEGAL prescription for adderall now, but she's much better about its use.
• Allison has a dog, a German Shepherd, named Diana, and a fluffy white cat named Sophia

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

Alexandra Christine Rossi-Nguyen || Female || FC: Brie Larson || Counselor || 8ee5ee

i was told i can be a counselor

Burning Rubber Three (Bee and kingkonrad)

Valentina shook her head as Zoe made the rather easy pun. She wasn't going to justify that with an answer. The Colombian was starting to remember why she couldn't hang around Zoe for rather extended amounts of time. She may have been very creative with her videos and always seemed to have the greatest ideas when it came to stunts, but golly if she didn't come across as too much for Valentina sometimes. But, Valentina also wasn't one to ever back down from a challenge, especially when it came from Zoe. Something about Zoe made it very hard for her to say no to, as annoying as she was sometimes.

"Yeah... sure." Valentina sighed, adjusting her goggles as watched Zoe turn around and set off. As much as Valentina didn't want to admit it, Zoe was right. Whether she liked it or not, Valentina was going to be racing Zoe down. Making sure her cameras were on, Valentina started rolling down the hill, quickly picking up speed as her skis met the ground, and gravity took effect on a mass flying down a slope. She had purposefully given Zoe a bit of a lead, so that she wouldn't be tasting her snow whenever she caught up to her. She knew that she was going to pick up enough speed at some point to quickly close the gap between her and Zoe.

Seeing a trail of snow being kicked up in the distance in front of her, she knew that was nobody other than Zoe. There was no way that wasn't Zoe. Scanning around for an alternate path, Valentina found a path she could take to her left. Though, based on her rather quick judgment and assessment of the path, it seemed like it was a bit more vertical than Zoe's path. That wasn't much of an issue though. Valentina diverted left, taking the slightly more hilly path as she picked up even more speed, her toggles ready to be deployed as she came up across a rather huge jump. Pulling on the toggles, Valentina used the air she caught and turned it into a soaring opportunity, clearing a giant crevasse down below. She looked to her side, to find that she was alongside Zoe. Valentina took a moment to raise a middle finger to Zoe, before turning in front of her to brace for landing.

Rosefell High.

^{i just want you guys to know i wrote this shit at 3 AM}

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Samantha was like a lost deer in the middle of a forest as she scanned around for Joanne. The streamer wanted to keep moving but she'd just found out that Joanne was on her way via text. She was definitely a little antsy, which was probably a massive understatement. Samantha had been tapping her phone against her hand so much that there was a red welt that was starting to develop. On top of that, she was also fidgeting a bit, bouncing side to side as she waited for Joanne to finally show up. She really had no idea as to why she was so nervous. Was it because this was going to be the first time she was ever going to meet someone off the internet? She'd dealt with her fair share of people as a gamer and a streamer, but the amount of nervous energy radiating from her was enough to cook a steak.

A few minutes felt like a decade to Samantha while she waited for Joanne to get to her, and the longer she stood there the more she felt like she was getting stared at. Were people staring at her? Samantha wasn't entirely sure, but she wasn't surprised if she was. It was getting harder and harder to go unnoticed the bigger her stream got. The way things were looking, that wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon. There were a bunch of thoughts racing through her head as she waited for Joanne to show up and finally break the digital barrier that was between them. However, Samantha was starting to sink into them a bit, remaining relatively stationary near the parking lot exit, before she heard an all-too-familiar, yet unfamiliar voice call out her name.

"Sammy?"

Samantha's eyes darted behind her, her head soon following as she saw what was absolutely, undeniably, Joanne Lynn in the flesh. "Oh shi-!" Samantha barely uttered, before she was met with a hug big enough to create a shockwave throughout the city of Columbus, Ohio. Samantha also didn't expect Joanne to be so strong. As tight and enjoyable the hug was, she felt like she was going to suffocate if Joanne held on any longer. Not like she minded, but she was definitely expecting something a bit softer. Soon after, Joanne finally let go and Samantha was able to breathe a bit more freely once again. There was a smile on Samantha's face as the realization that she really was meeting Joanne was sinking in, even more so now that Joanne was apparently crying.

"Oh- don't cry! Nooo, you're gonna make me cry!" Samantha chuckled, feeling her eyes start to get a little misty. Whether or not those were real tears, however, that was up to Samantha to figure out. "I can say the same for you!" Samantha sighed, "I don't know what to say either. This is all soo overwhelming." Samantha took a deep breath to compose herself, "It's so good to finally meet you!" Samantha's eyes then transferred to two guys standing nearby. Maybe they were Joanne's friends?

Clearing her throat, she turned toward the two guys behind Joanne, reaching a hand out to both of them to shake. "Are these your friends, Joanne?" Samantha asked curiously, before flashing a smile at them, "Hi, I'm Samantha! It's great to meet you guys!" Samantha greeted, a slight tinge of manufactured and prefabricated laced into the greeting as she awaited their reply.

So far so good, right?

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

Allison Bentley-Song

_{𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒}

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Name

Allison Bentley-Song

Ally

Age

29

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Pansexual

Occupation

Resident Doctor at Johns Hopkins University

_{𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐄}

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Appearance

• Hair: Brown | Wavy-Curly | Allison likes to keep it short nowadays.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'6"
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style: Allison likes her clothes to be more on the professional side. Blouses, dress shirts, slacks, skirts, dresses if she's feeling a little frisky. She can't afford to be anything else considering how many obligations she has on a daily basis.
• Makeup Wise: Allison has to wear some every day, at least some eyeshadow and lipstick.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

Personality

Allison is the epitome of a perfectionist and an absolute hardass. Failure is not an option to her, and she won't take anything less than the absolute best. Since high school, she has only gained confidence in herself. Someway along the line, she found the confidence she lacked in high school -- and now she's become much more of an alpha. Not willing to take anyone's shit and knowing just what exactly she wants. Allison isn't afraid to assert herself and make what she wants to do known. Allison has a very cutthroat mentality, not hesitating to abandon anything or anyone that will only hinder her path to success.

She can still be the soft and sweet little bean that she was in high school, it's just really, really, really hard to get her to do so due to her being balls-deep in a cutthroat environment for many, many years. She watches out for herself, and herself only, finding that she is the only person around she can really rely on. However, she is also someone you can rely on, so long as you've gained her trust and respect. Allison is also a very good listener and someone who likes to hand out sage advice, provided she actually knows something about whatever you're asking her about.

_{𝐈 𝐍 𝐌 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓}

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Biography

Allison was born to two prolific professional wrestlers, Amanda Bentley, known as Tsunami, and Hana Song, known as Death Adder. Growing up, Allison was quickly immersed in the world of wrestling. Being backstage at shows as a kid, she got to know quite a lot of wrestlers as her parents would take her along to shows. In some cases, she even appeared in some episodes, of course, with the promise that she would not be hurt or involved in anything shady. However, neither Allison or Hana particularly wanted wrestling to be a family business, so they ended up pushing her more toward the academic side of things.

It sort of backfired on the Bentley-Song family, considering she went a little too far on the academic end and started to put pressure on herself. Knowing that the Bentley-Song family wasn't entirely interested in having Allison get into the same business as them, Allison took it upon herself to make sure she did the very best she could. Late nights studying and working her ass off were very, very common, much to the dismay of her parents. However, the work would eventually pay off as she landed herself an admission to Princeton University. There, she got herself a B.S in Chemistry, before transferring to Johns Hopkins University for medical school and her residency in internal medicine, which she is toward the end of.

Life as a budding professional in the medical world was was difficult in terms her social and romantic life. Allison barely had time for herself, let alone other people or even a significant other. Either she was in the hospital doing rounds and other doctor things, or she was at home sleeping, catching up on paperwork, or binging Netflix with Chinese food on her plate. A friend of hers suggested that she take a vacation, a break from the high intensity of her work as a doctor. Reluctantly, Allison accepted, knowing full well that other things could happen on this cruise. Not like she minded, of course.

_{𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒}

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Other

FC: natalia dyer // pink

• Allison ONLY uses Pilot G2 Pens. Allison relies on these pens for pretty much anything and everything. She owns one in every single color imaginable. She is the only person that actually uses those ink refills.
• Allison has a LEGAL prescription for adderall now, but she's much better about its use.
• Allison has a dog, a German Shepherd, named Diana, and a fluffy white cat named Sophia

Love Ahoy!

@Kiki is Anxious well well well... look who we have here

Love Ahoy!

swooping in for a female character

Rosefell High.

^{god damn it i don't know how to make those pretty aesthetics leave me alone!!! >:[}

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New school, new year, and new people. The switch from Liberty to Rosefell had taken Samantha for quite a spin, but she'd come to terms with the downgrade she'd be making for her last year in high school. But oh well, it wasn't like she could've done anything about it. Whether she liked or not (which she didn't), she was going to have to put up with it for the next nine months. It could've been worse, though it'd take a practical catastrophe to put her in a situation that would be worse having to attend Rosefell, the Crown Jewel of Columbus, Ohio.

Spending a good chunk of your high school career at Liberty -- you heard a bunch of different things about Rosefell. Sure, the tour of campus she took a while back didn't seem too bad, but looks were almost always deceiving. Sitting in front of her vanity, Samantha was in the middle of applying the finishing touches to her mascara, the brush just tapering off of the end of her now extended eyelashes. As she put the brush back in the container, her phone lit up, a push notification coming through telling her that someone had dared to text her at this time of day. A small sigh came out of Samantha, as she picked up her phone, the facial recognition software recognizing her stunning face almost immediately and revealing the contents of the notification.

"have a good time at rosefell c:"

sophie | a few minutes ago

Samantha made a rather unamused face at the phone, knowing full well that the message was practically CAKED with passive aggression and backhandedness, as if it were something out of Mean Girls or Gossip Girl. Knowing who had sent the text, it was almost certain that it was meant to be a very sarcastic, facetious text. Sophie was one of the upperclassmen she'd befriended at Liberty, before she took off and was left to the winds of wherever her post-high school life took her. Samantha was about 95% sure that she was a stripper or something like that. Her eyes could've rolled so far back that she could've seen the back of her own skull, but Samantha already knew how she'd respond. She propped her hand up with her fist, her other hand tapping away at her phone.

"thank u. hope they tip extra well tonight!"

Samantha | a few seconds ago

"uwu (　◕‿◕✿)"

Samantha | a few seconds ago

Putting her phone down, Samantha got up from her vanity and looked behind her, finding her backpack chilling on her bed as she tried to remember what exactly she had to do next. She had it in the back of her mind earlier, but yet it had escaped as she got ready for the day. Oh, right, breakfast. Samantha had nearly forgotten that she actually needed to eat breakfast this year for once. For starters, the breakfast at Rosefell, assuming they even served it, definitely wasn't going to have anything on the breakfasts that would be served at Liberty. Samantha already missed the luscious breakfasts that were there. Additionally, if she promised her parents that she would start eating breakfast at home, they would get her the new graphics card she needed to replace her slightly-less-than-a-year-old graphics card.

However, they never specified what Samantha had to eat at breakfast, nor how long she had to stick around. Putting her hands on her hips, she pondered on what else she needed. Didn't seem like she missed much else. Samantha slung her pink backpack on her shoulders, walking downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Stepping down, her parents, Isaac and Erin, were sat at the counter. Isaac was watching the TV, watching what had happened in the world while Erin was on her phone, scrolling through her phone with one finger while she was looking down at the screen with her glasses, before they noticed that Samantha had come down. "Mornin, sweetie!" Erin exclaimed, before turning around and handing Samantha some Quaker's Instant Oatmeal. "I know you're in a rush to get to your new school early, so I figured this will be quick and easy enough to eat." Samantha looked down at the cup of instant strawberries and cream oatmeal, before back at Erin.

"Thanks, mom..." Samantha smiled sheepishly, before walking over to the water dispenser to pour some hot water in it. "Don't forget to stir it this time, Sammy." Her father mentioned, before chuckling softly. Samantha's face turned a light shade of red, grabbing a spoon from nearby to stir the oatmeal as it was cooking in the boiling water. "Yeah, yeah... thanks." Samantha rolled her eyes, before she set the oatmeal down. "You excited for your first day? I know it's a new school and all, and it's not where you wanted to be, but... hey, it's a fresh start!" Erin asked sweetly, looking at Samantha who started to poke at the oatmeal with her spoon. "Uh, I mean... I guess? School's school... just wish I was back at Liberty. It's not the same." Samantha sighed, before taking a very tiny bite of the oatmeal.

"I know, sweetie, but you just gotta make the most out of what you've got right now. At least your friends will be with you! If anything, you can stick with them." Erin replied, somewhat oblivious to the social repercussions that being relegated to Rosefell entailed. Samantha, "Yeah..." Samantha nodded, before taking a bigger spoonful of the oatmeal now that it had cooled down a sufficient amount. "Your mom's just trying to make you feel better. Relax, Sammy, you'll settle in soon." Isaac charmed in, before turning the TV off to get ready for his own day.

Samantha stayed silent, before stuffing her face with more oatmeal. "Just try to make the most out of it, alright? You only get one senior year of high school." Isaac remarked, passing by Samantha as he looked in the mirror nearby, tightening his tie as he got ready to head out to work. "I'll try." The high school senior replied as she finished up her oatmeal, throwing the container away in the trash can as she walked to the key bowl to grab her keys. "Samantha." Erin exclaimed, "Have a great day at school. Love you!" Erin smiled, before Isaac expressed the same sentiments. Flashing a quick smile, Samantha nodded, "I will, don't worry! Love you guys too!" Samantha said, as she fished her keys out of the bowl and put her door on the handle. "Bye mom, bye dad!" Samantha said quickly, before leaving the household. Just as soon as she stepped foot outside, her smile faded away as she looked down at her phone, pulling up her friend, Joanne as well as Miki, and shot them a quick text as she walked to her car.

hey jo meet me near the parking lot. i'll have a pink backpack on and a white t-shirt. you can't miss it uwu

Samantha @ Joanne

i am so not looking forward to this shit... not uwu vibes...

Samantha @ Miki

It wasn't long before Samantha arrived at Rosefell High School, the now bustling campus full of life as many new faces would make their debut, as well as returning faces coming back. Samantha had a little knot in her stomach, but she knew that if she played her cards right and stuck with the right people it wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Or so, she hoped. Parking her Volkswagen Golf in a spot that wasn't too far away from the entrance, Samantha quickly got out, swinging her backpack on as she quickly glanced down at her phone, looking for a response from Joanne and/or Miki as she made her way to the entrance, hoping that Joanne would actually be there and that she could finally meet her longtime online friend.

Burning Rubber Three (Bee and kingkonrad)

Athena nodded as Mark touched upon Morocco. There was a first time for everything, Athena supposed. At least there was a place to start, that much Athena was grateful for. The American operative sighed and looked over at Mark, knowing what they were going to get themselves into. "When are we heading out?"

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Valentina had no clue as to how she managed to let Zoe convince her to travel all this way. Though, it wasn't like it was necessarily a bad thing. It was definitely different from the typical winter destinations, but Valentina wasn't complaining. The Colombian had gone to quite a bit of winter destinations, but definitely nothing in this region. Trekking up the mountain, glances were taken at the spanning scenery down below. The most Valentina had heard about Morocco was stuff she'd seen on TV, but television didn't do this wonderful country any sort of justice whatsoever. It was breathtaking, and Valentina was sort of glad that Zoe had brought her along, despite her rather insistent nagging.

The stunt Zoe had in mind definitely added to the incentive for Val to come as well. There was no way she was going to turn down an opportunity to speedride down a Moroccan peak. Valentina had some experience in speedriding, but gaining more experience in it was never going to hurt. It made the long trek upwards all the more worth it, knowing that they were going to descend in style. The French Alps were nice, but the Moroccan Alps definitely gave it a run for its money.

Valentina was sat down in the snow next to Zoe, her own goggles sitting on her forehead as she looked at Zoe's slightly annoying ass. Valentina herself had a couple of GoPros mounted on her. One mounted on her shoulder, one mounted on her chest, and another mounted on her helmet to capture as many angles as she could. She had a channel to run herself, and footage was everything. The girl did roll her eyes as Zoe inquired about their future endeavors downhill. "I dunno... not if you keep asking me like that." Valentina laughed, shaking her head.