There's no one word to describe the Bishop twins. Though the words spoilt, selfish and utterly trouble have been thrown around quite a bit. The two could never seem to keep a nanny, despite their parents attempts to up the pay. The two were just too much trouble. Yes, blonde and sweet and innocent-looking trouble. This new nanny would be nanny number 23. Nanny number 23 was stern, with slicked black hair into a tight low bun, always a boring black smock to the ankles, with fine lines tracing her face and tight, pursed lips, permanently in a frown. Their parents had hired her in hopes that perhaps she would be the one to pull them into line, make them less likely to commit a felony.
But Madison and Melody Bishop were not easily changed.
It was the fifth day of the reign of nanny 23, and she was a stubborn old hag, much more resilient than any of the other nannies. They had done the standard laxatives in her tea, itching powder in her laundry, even daring to put hair removal cream in her shampoo bottle (but who knows how often she washes that disgusting hair). None had deterred her, and her punishments seemed to be getting more severe. Something needed to be done.
"What do we do?" Melody asked Madison in a hushed voice, peeking from the door way into the kitchen where nanny number 23 was making herself a cup of tea.
(OOC: Based when the twins were younger)