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[stellar.nova]

"The world is terrifying, but there are small things that make it the most beautiful place in existence."​

Ekaterina Romanov​

Calypso​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Game Room
• Scenario: Oh! How pleasant!
• With: Arte Seraph Darkfire
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This

"It is not that hard, try painting with the movement of the waves. The soft movement will change the way you paint, making it a gentle touch." Ekaterina had to admit that he was right. The motion of the waves would offer some interesting brush strokes for her work, perhaps something reminiscent of Van Gogh, her personal favorite artist. Or even, perhaps, Monet. Their brush strokes, in particular, were heavier, yet seemed to flow easily. It used quite a lot of paint, though, and she was quite frugal with her paint. And besides...

"At this moment, it would be pointless to fetch my paints and sketchbook from my bags. There are so many in the luggage room that it would take too long and be such a hassle. Perhaps I shall just wait and observe, yes?" Her blue eyes were wide and eager, and yet there was still that note of hesitancy. She still didn't seem comfortable, despite finding absolutely nothing wrong with her current company. It could almost be clear that something had happened to her in her past to make her this way. So wary. So unsure.

"People show off their deepest emotions when they aren't aware." Katy eagerly moved closer to him, a feat in itself, to get a better view of his drawing. It was quite good, actually. She was in awe. She was more, in awe, however, of his smile when he spoke about it. It was charming and almost made her want to trust him. Surely somebody who could talk and think so lovingly of art wasn't all that bad? "Humans are good subjects for art. Many people have moved on to strange things, but humans are still a good place to go, there is so much to see just by observing. However, a good background never hurt."

"I can't capture people very well. I've tried. And I've so desperately wanted to draw the children back in Moscow. I have only been able to do landscapes...but I can add a beauty to them. Make them seem magical, out of this world." While her words seemed confident, she didn't sound as if she were bragging. Indeed, it just seemed like she was stating a well-known fact and leaving it at that.

 

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THE MUSE OF MUSIC AND MELANCHOLIC POETRY

Guild: N/A | Scenario: "Ba dum, ba dum" | Location: Home - The Back Deck | With: N/A | Mentions: N/A | Outfit: White Tank, Ripped Skinnies Jeans, Sneakers

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Puffing her cheeks out, Magdalena stood, arms folded, in front of a grey-haired male that was a head taller than her, despite him leaning forward as he used a cane to steady himself. Nigel, the man that raised her, took care of her as if she was his own daughter looked upon Magdalena with a stern glance, the both of them refusing to back down. "No, you are unfit to leave the house. As much as I love for you to see me off, I don't want you putting more energy than necessary." Her voice was stern yet soft as she spoke defiantly to Nigel, not leaving any room for a debate or a discussion. Nigel sighed, shaking his head as he put his hand up, telling her he will resign, for now. "I understand, Magdalena, but you have just gotten home from your trip. Do you want to leave my presence so soon, again?" At those word, something struck a nerve in her as Magdalena's heart ached ever so slightly. Shaking her head quickly, her eyes watered, "No, I . . , it's. . . not that, it's just. . I am not good at good . . . . byes, Nigel." Magdalena's voice lowered softly as she fidgeted with her fingers, not able to suppress the emotions that had built up in her heart. She hated saying goodbye, it sounded too definite, too blunt, and to her, it meant. . forever, just as how those words would forever be words the last words she heard from her parents.

A soft, boney, yet warm hand gently caressed Magdalena's face as she jumped slightly from the sudden contact. It had been too long since she felt a parental love as her eyes gazed upon her care-taker, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Had she really been gone that long? 3 whole years? "Shhh. . ." Nigel's soft shushing echoed down the hallway as Marie left the two to their private moment. Slowly extending his hand to move a strain of hair from Magdalena's hair out of her face, Nigel wanted to see the child he raised carefully once more, to see how much she'd grown over the years. "Child, this is never good-bye. Don't think too much of this. Even for a short moment, even if it causes a strain, I want to be able to send you off properly this time. What would you parents say if they saw me letting you go off again without the proper greetings? Surely you would allow this old man to show face to your parents, wouldn't you?" Not being able to hold in her emotions any longer, Magdalena's tears spilled down her cheeks as she jumped into Nigel's arms, hugging him tighter than she ever had before. Hugging Magdalena's frame close to his chest, Nigel wrapped his arms around his dear, sweet, child. Even though the older man was growing older and weaker by the second, his hug was still tight and full of love. As Magdalena took in Nigel's peppermint and old oak scent, she cried softly into his chest, not realizing how much she missed him.

It was a hard good-bye, harder than she could possibly imagine. How could she? It felt as if it was going to be the last time she'd ever see Nigel, so in those few short moments, she took her own sweet time heading to the boat. Magdalena chattered on and on about her adventures outside of Prague and Nigel just listened to her attentively, even if his eyes were closed she knew, she knew he was still awake, listening closely. Had she regretted leaving Nigel without a warning the first time she left? It was hard to explain, half of her says yes but the other half felt a thrill, traveling, knowing her parents were travel junkies. But, as she reached her departure, she felt her nerves skyrocketing once more. Nevertheless, Magdalena kept her hands wrapped around Nigel's for as long as she could, never wanting to let go. She knew that Nigel's health was decaying, she saw it in his tired, eyes, even if they were vibrant. Magdalena knew he could no longer carry her anymore, especially with how much she'd grown. Her flashbacks of her time with Nigel were such fond memories that she couldn't help but see him as her parent figure.

However long she tried to drag her time with Nigel, it wasn't enough, because once she arrived, she had to let him go and vice versa. With another hug, Magdalena whispered, "I am going to miss you, Nigel. You were by my side, you took care of me, and most of all, you loved me. I can never thank you enough." She tearfully stated, taking deep breathes as she tried not to break down too much. "You were the best care-taker in the world. But, I don't know if it's too late to say it, but. .blood related or not. I love you, dad." With those words, Nigel tried to contain his emotions as well, only allowing a few tear drops escape from his eyes. He held her protectively in his arms for the remainder of the time, wishing for more time with his child, but he knew, she needed to go, and with that, he had let her go with these last words, "Child, you were the daughter I never had. I love you, my daughter. My dear sweet child."

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As the soft windy breeze flowed through her hair, Magdalena stood behind the railings of the boat, taking in the peaceful moment of the sound of the boat sailing through the waters. It had taken her a few moments for her to fall into the rhythm of focusing on her breathing, especially since she hadn't known the reality of it all when she stepped on a boat. A boat, a transportation device that is used to sail through waters, which can also cause. . a tragic death, the lost of her parents. Nevertheless, Magdalena found her attention focused on the sounds: the water, the engine, the chatter, the wind, and the call of the birds as she slowly hummed with the music she had been making inside her head. The sound was melodic as she swayed to the music of nature, letting her worries fade away naturally. She was on another adventure and this was an opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to go to a University, to meet new people, and to actually attend school. How could she let this go? Magdalena has so many unanswered questions and she could feel the adrenaline rushing through her bones at the thought of knowing more about her and her path.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Arte MestiereDaedalus
Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Game Room || Scenario: Drawing Others/Talking with Ekaterina || With: Ekaterina @Starfish || Mentions: N/A




Arte paused in his drawing as he looked at her for a moment "You should never go without something to work on" he said calmly as he touched his tool belt before going back to his drawing "It is not everything use, but I always keep a small amount of tools to work on, knives, pencils, both regular and colored" he hummed softly as he paused to observe his drawing "If it wasn't for the fact that I wasn't allowed to bring a block of marble onto the ship, I wouldn't even be here drawing, I'd most likely be down in the hold, carving"


He frowned slightly "I had to get a special permit to have the objects of my workshop to the school, most of which are rather fragile and highly volatile" he had a few particularly dangerous liquids that would explode on contact with oxygen. They needed a special tank to be moved in. Arte did a lot. He loved art, but his art stretched further than simply drawing to keep his hands busy.


"Obviously you can't paint people, you don't trust them" he said as he began to fill in a few small places of the background. Just because he was drawing didn't mean he hadn't noticed the cautious way she approached him "If you can't open your heart to people, they can't enter your artwork" he tapped the base of his pencil against his chest "What makes Art truly great is the feelings you have for what you are making, you must be willing to give everything to your subject and your work, even if it may destroy you"


"Landscapes don't judge you, don't stare into your soul, seeking your weaknesses, they are mighty and majestic and always fill your heart" he smiled a little "They bear no ill will, there is nothing to hide from"

 

[TwistedTruth]

   
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Arlen Maren Hearthe
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Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia Ship ; Game Room ; Sky deck ; Bar || Scenario: Networking, Still... again || With:  @Miss Calypso @PixieDust || Mentions: N/A
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            Arlens knuckles went white as he shook his head and chuckled eventually looking down and thinking to himself as he nodded. "I don't like being made a fool of But I'll remember you Angel wings." He unclenched his knuckles and let out a sigh shaking his head observing Axelle one last time before turning on his heels leaving the way he came. He shot a glance around the room pondering over two individuals on the other side of the game room it looked like they were deep in thought. He had time enough to engage everyone later, right now he needed to leave with his pride before Axelle did something that pissed him off. Being fooled was one thing, He didn't want to fight though.
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         Arlen had made his way out of the Game room and back to the sky deck he had come from. He moved to the railing letting his fingers graze along its cold surface as his mind wondered, thinking of the other people that had stood here before him. Who else had touched this railing? What other people had stood here looking into the horizon and wondered the exact same thing as him. His The railing lead him from one side of the sky deck to the other where he found a rather tacky neon sign marking the bar. 'Classy' He remembered thinking. He was 19 but Arlen had gotten served at bars before, people couldn't resist his charm. Though the people on this boat seemed to more immune to his charm almost as if it didn't exist.
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         Arlen sauntered in to see a few odd people sitting at the bar but one individual in particular stuck out at him, as if it was an old love or someone he used to know Arlen's eyes lit up as he took a seat next to the Dark haired Brunette. "Do I know you?" Arlen asked softly feeling his skin prick and his hairs stick up in the moment. He had to have known her at one point, maybe in a past life. He had been getting that feeling a lot recently.
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[PixieDust]

 
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~Titan of the Moon~
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GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Do I Know You?||LOCATION: The Boat to Olympia, the Bar||WITH: Arlen @TwistedTruth||MENTIONS:[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)] [/COLOR]...
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As Eva took regular sips from her piña colada and scanned the contents of her letter from 'N' her mind pondered some of the strange things that had been happening to her as of late. Eva was not usually the type to sit and ponder anything for long, but things had been getting weird ever since the crescent shaped mark on her hip had started moving. At first she had brushed off the movement as a figment of her imagination, but when she realised the movement corresponded with the phases of the moon, it began to trouble her. For obvious reasons she hadn't told anyone about her 'moving birthmark', but the more odd things happened to her, the more desperately she wanted to confide in someone. 
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It was at this point in her musings that she felt a new presence beside her. A good looking guy with dark curly hair and a casual way about him. Almost as soon as he was beside her a jolt of recognition went through her. It startled her and sent an eery chill down her spine. Eva had met a hell of a lot of people and she was certain she had never met him before. Nevertheless he addressed her exclusively when he said,
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"Do I know you?" The line was so simple, yet that along with the look on his face spoke volumes. Without hesitation the woman's gaze travelled from his head to toe, taking in his appearance and assessing her approach to the question. She placed a long fingered hand against the side of her face and leaned slightly away from the stranger with a playful smile, cocking her head to one side so that all her dark hair cascaded over one bare shoulder. "You look a little young to be in a bar using pick up lines on older girls," she said in a  quiet coquettish way before adding, "but in answer to your question, it all depends. How much cinema and TV do you watch?" She was assuming he had never seen her on TV which was pretty refreshing, but her guard was up in case he started asking for an autograph or something. There was no way she wanted any of that crap while here. At this place she was just Eva, the girl who just happens to be a well known actress.
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Guild: N/A | Scenario: "Soakin' Wet" | Location: Pool - Front Deck | With: Clo @Starfish | Mentions: Mena @Starfish
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With a slight wave of his hand, Adrian brushed off Mena's assumption of him wanting to get "rid" of her. Never, would he want to get rid of his ο καλύτερος φίλος (best friend), however, it was true he had been scoping out the place, briefly spotting some males and females that seemed to also be looking for something fun to do. He couldn't help it, why should he not allow these beautiful and charming men and women what they desire? Right? Only a jerk would just playfully tease someone without letting them get the full enjoyment of the ride, no? Chuckling softly, he let a sly grin grace his lips as whispered, "And when do I never not get into some sort of trouble? That's the best part, Mena." His words slithered off his tongue like butter as he watched Mena leave the pool area. As her silhouette disappeared, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he plastered his charmingly good smile on his face as he began his "conquer". However, not even five minutes passed and he found himself bored of these girls that just seemed to flock before him, with no challenge whatsoever. So, before he could let his persona fall, he gently excused himself, to "freshen" up and that he would see the ladies sometime soon, again, that is, if fate allowed such a desire. 


Slipping away from the ladies he found no interest in, he sighed, ruffling his hair as he found no one of interest yet. With a slight pouty look, Adrian wondered where he should wonder off to next. Perhaps go and bother Mena? No, bad idea, Mena would definitely not hesitate to bury him into the ground. Shivering from the idea of that, Adrian shook his head once more, "Nope, how about to the front deck of the boat?" He spoke to himself, as he wandered aimlessly on the boat, still not bothering to put on a shirt. It's a trip to an island for crying out loud, what eyes have not seen a half naked man? Please, don't act so modest.  As he made his way to the front deck, Adrian narrowed his eyes, as the first thing he saw was a loud, bright, ginger-haired female. Licking his lips, Adrian stopped for a moment, talking in the woman's frame from behind. Her hair was up, in some sort of orderly fashion, like a pony tail and soon his eyes were drawn down to the back of her neck. Huh, he thought, a tattoo, how interesting. For some odd reason, it took restraint and obedience to not go over towards the woman and gently trace the outline of the tattoo. But, before he could think of any more provocative thoughts, Adrian sighed, slipping a finger through his hair before seeing how lacey the woman's shirt, or bralette was it, looked. How inviting, a smirk appeared on his face. 


As Adrian stood there, pondering how he should go and introduce himself, Adrian couldn't help but feel the call to the sea as he smelled the salty water of the ocean. All his willpower was riding on this moment to not just jump into the ocean and feel the nice, cooling, water against his soft, smooth, skin. So, he had other thoughts in mind as a mischievous idea popped into his head. Well, the girl would not expect me coming from behind at all, no? Plus, she is sitting at the edge of the boat, does she have a wish to be pushed in? Walking towards the woman slowly, Adrian stalked his "prey" before extending his arms out, reaching towards the young female that caught his attention. Wouldn't hurt to surprise the femme fatale, yes? As soon as he was close to her, he slowly grasped the woman's shoulder and gave a light nudge, or what he thought was a light nudge, as he whispered, "Boo!" However, what he did not expect was the girl to be so light as a feather that he practically pushed her into the water. Realization didn't dawn on him until his eyes widened in surprise only to noticed the girl falling forward as he wasn't able to grip the girl back in time, "Oh shit!"

 

[TwistedTruth]

Arlen Maren Hearthe
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Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia Ship ; Bar || Scenario: Do I know her? || With: @PixieDust || Mentions: N/A
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Arlen pondered over the question while evaluating the change in her stance. He had only asked if he knew her and she came off with a sexual vibe. He had only ever slept with one girl and this wasn't her so he could rule out past one nights stands. Though something told him she would be the type of girl to do that sort of thing. As to her initial question he shrugged it off as rhetoric towards his looks. Maybe even a compliment. "I don't watch much TV, at least not intentionally but sometimes I will." He took a few seconds to ponder the best retort he could before opening his mouth. Her initial rhetoric would make a good line to go off of so he winged it. He gave her a small smirk and a wink before the bartender made his way around to him eyes Arlen suspiciously. "Marpessa." The bartender seemed to pause for a bit before mixing up the drink. 'So some people are still affected by my charm?' He thought to himself, saving the information for later digestion. "I might be a little young, but we both know age doesn't matter on this boat. There are other qualities that make a man." His eyes lit up as he looked her over letting his words sink in. He turned his body towards her, keeping a relaxed posture with an enticing yet dangerous look. "Whats it cost to get a name?"
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[deer]

cassandra, daughter of king priam of troy

guild: ---- | location: ??? - the bar | scenario: "oh, look, the flirting game" | with: ---- | mentions: arlen @TwistedTruth and eva @PixieDust | outfit: black dress, gold flats
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Opening the front door of the abandon house, Dilara took a deep breath, ready to be hit with the smell of booze and old pizza, and soon enough, there it was, the smell that gave her the most unpleasant yet tolerable memories. She didn't bother calling out to the person inside, knowing those snores could belong to none other than her foster father: Gerald. Some things just don't change and it seemed his sleeping and drinking habits gotten worse. Scrunching up her nose in disgust, Dilara took out a pair of nose plug, placing them into her nostril as she orderly started cleaning up. It was definitely the least she could do considering she was going to be gone for a long time, hopefully for eternity. But, all she could do was wish for something that can never come true, how ironic is that? Wishing and waiting, what bullshit. Disney did not dictate her life and she was thankful for it. Dilara never understood the idea of damsels in distress, especially when they were living in the 21st century. Girls can do what boys can do, except much better and like they say, blondes do have more fun, don't they? As time passed and morning approached, Dilara took a deep breathe, thankful that the house was now spick and span clean. At the same time it was worth having a one story house, if they had a two story much like back at the mansion where her biological parents were, then it would be days on end of clean. Shaking her head, Dilara made sure to febreeze the house, wash the plates and dishes, vacuum, and wash any items that were dirty such as cloths and the likes. What was she, the maid of the house? Sure when Gerald woke up she'd have his head, but because this was the only way she knew how to appreciate her gratitude, she did it, no complaints. With the last air freshener in place, Dilara took our her nose plugs before sitting back on the couch, watching Gerald's chest heave up and down as he slept peacefully. A slight smile strained her face as she looked down at the notepad in front of her. Better now than never. Reaching over to grab the notepad, Dilara started her small note, clicking her pen before writing,

"Gerald,

By the time you read this, I will probably be gone. Now, wait, before you get your pants in a bundle, I'm not dead. To keep it simple, the Asker's don't know, I guess you can say I slipped away into the night. I mean, who wants to be locked in the "tower" forever? I'm not Rapunzel for crying out loud and I'm not some puppet they can use and throw around. Hell, staying with you was better than that rotten place, so why did you let me go? Anyways, I came back to check up on you. Stop drinking for crying out loud, don't you know your livers can't handle that much anymore? I expect a change when and if I return.

Much love gratitude,
Dilara"

With the clinking of her glass, Dilara swerved her drink around, watching as the honey-coloured liquid swished around. She had safely made it out of Turkey and onto a boat that would head to her destination. To be honest, it was her first time on such an extravagant boat, something she wasn't even used to. Did she had to pay for all of this or was it just provided? Even if it was provided, nothing was ever free, so, why was she being brought to this University and what was so special about this place? True, she wanted to see her desires come true, but what exactly did they know about her desires? Very peculiar. Nevertheless, she took advantage of this opportunity, stocking up on as much alcohol as she needed to stay "stabilized" as she liked to call it. When she was sober, she always had this far off distant "dreams" or rather "predictions" and they were never good ones, so why not allow alcohol drain out those issues? Shaking her head, she didn't want to spew anymore "nonsense" and create another nickname for herself besides the "beautifully insane", she had enough of that reputation. Perhaps this is a chance for her to get out and start anew, but who is she fooling, the moment the Askers find out is the moment they'd secretly try to find the girl since she was secretly brought back into their home. Scoffing as she shook her head, Dilara bitterly laughed, mumbling to herself,"So now they want lil ol' me , since it would help with their elected position. Is that right? How foolish do they think I am?" As Dilara continued her musing and talking to herself, her attention went towards the male that approached the woman at the bar.

Raising a brow, her interest piqued as she listened in on their conversation. However, hearing the idiocy coming out of the male's mouth made her roll her eyes as she took another sip of her drink. Was that the best he can do? Is he being serious? Do I know you? That's the easiest line in the book. But, for her to actually entertain? Regardless of the many thoughts that flew in her head, Dilara continued on observing from afar waiting for some sort of twist to come into play. However, hearing the male answer the woman who suavely turned it on him, Dilara narrowed her eyes, mumbling, "Oh, he doesn't watch tv, must be because he likes picking up girls at bars with lame pick-up lines." Taking a few more sips of her drink before her liquor finished, Dilara's eyes hardened hearing the slithered tongue of a man speaking of other qualities making a man. "Other qualities? And what is that? Having two heads and the bottom one is the only one that thinks?" At that point, Dilara couldn't handle it anymore and turned her back on them, tuning them out as she scowled at her empty glass. "My alcohol is finished."

 

[Uxie]

psyche ; greek goddess of the soul
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guild: n/a || location: ship
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interactions: @crucialstar (adrian) || mentions: @Starfish (clo)
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She hauled the last of her luggage into the trunk of the car, and shot her mother a bright smile. "Greece, maman! Can you believe it?" Her mother only smiled back, and pulled her daughter into a hug. They stayed in this embrace for a few moments, before a brief cough behind interrupted, and Dani turned to see who it was. A bright grin split her face, and she bounded over to jump into his waiting arms. "Papa!" She embraced him tightly, squeezing till he patted her and she finally released him. "I'm so glad you could make it! I was worried that work would keep you..." She trailed off as she noted the smile had slipped from his face, and his eyes were fixed on something- or someone behind her. Her mum. Dani looked between the two and let out a small sigh. She probably should've told either party that they were both going to be sending her off, but she'd been afraid that one would turn it down.
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"Leo." her mother began, her tone strained, and her gaze darting away from his face.
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"Mari- you look as stunning as ever." Dad shot her a brilliant smile, though her next reply wiped it from his face immediately.
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"Don't."
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Mum's attention was focused on the grass outside the house, refusing to meet his eyes. Now Dani just felt bad for making everything awkward. She hesitated for a second, before plastering on a smile and weaving her arm through her dad's, marching him with her as she linked arms with her mother as well.
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"C'mon, we're going to be late." Leo untangled himself from her and ruffled her hair affectionately, picking the keys from Mari's pocket and heading to the car, leaving Dani with her mum. 
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"Danielle, I wish you would've told me about this before you arranged it." Mari's hazel eyes were serious as they stared at her daughter, though they softened as Dani met her gaze with a sad smile.
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"Can't a daughter want her parents to be together when she finally leaves the nest? Please?" she paused, then added, "For me." At that, Mari let out a sigh and planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead.
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Dani wandered around the ship, unsure of exactly where she felt like going. She'd heard there was a buffet, but she wasn't exactly hungry at the moment, and also an arcade, but passing whispers told her there was some drama going on that she wasn't in the mood to be around for. Her eyes darted around the deck, noting how seemingly empty it was, save for a few people here and there. Her attention was caught by a girl seated on the very tip of the boat, passed the railing. She was sure that was definitely out of bounds, but she wasn't one to call someone out about it. Dani watched curiously as a handsome stranger climbed up as well, sneaking up on the girl before shoving her violently in the water, the grin on his face fading into a look of shock. Dani watched the ginger teeter off the edge, and let out a loud shriek, glancing between the man and where the girl used to be. She barrelled over, nearly pushing over a poor guy who was just trying to enjoy the view. She clambered unsteadily onto the platform, almost falling as her foot slipped on the corner, but somehow made it upright and made a dash for the edge, peering over into the water.
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Dani might've fallen in after the ginger girl had the handsome stranger, no, murderer, not caught her by the arm and yanked her back. She let out a yell as she tumbled onto her behind on the ground, before jumping up almost immediately. She couldn't help but glare at him before stepping slowly and cautiously towards the edge, down into the waters below. Dani couldn't catch a glimpse of the bright red hair, and a fear gripped her, before she turned to him. "WHAT?" Both hands reached up to slap the sides of her face as her gaze darted back to the water. "WHAT THE HELL."
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She gestured violently at him, her mouth gaping slightly, similar to that of a goldfish as she struggled to find the words. Dani knew she shouldn't be freaking out this much, especially since she didn't know him or the redhead, but it seemed like it was another of those stupid emotion sessions again. "I- WHY? YOU. OHMIGOD." Her sentence came out in pieces, and she herself wasn't sure what she was trying to say at this point.
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[diwa]

Alexander Lucien Blaise
Apollo
Greek God of Arts, Music, Medicine, and Prophesy
(among Others)

Guild : N/A ||Scenario: What A fine day to watch a.... murder?!! ||
Location: front deck||
With: Danielle, Adrian and Clo ||MENTIONS: || N/A

"It's okay, mum. I'll be fine." Alexander said for the tenth time as he carried his suitcase out of his room and out of the house towards the car that was waiting outside. "I'll try to come home during the holidays. It's not like i'll be trap there forev-- Mum..." Alexander groaned upon seeing her mother who was still bawling her eyes behind him. Her eyes were red as she tried to wipe her face dry. "My baby is finally a big boy." With a sigh, he put his bag down and wrapped his arms around her. "We've talked about this..." He said as if the word explains everything.


"I know... I know." His mom hugged him tighter. "I'll just miss you, that's all."

"Don't worry, I'll be safe." Alexander said reassuringly. "I'll call you as soon as I can, you know if we haven't been taken hostage by pirates that is rampant in that part of the open sea."


"Don't be ridiculous."His mom chuckled, rolling her eyes on him. "But promise that you'll be careful there, alright? No going out of school at night. Especially at night! Who knows what's out there." she added worriedly.


"Of course, I'm pretty sure the only dangerous thing in that island are lions." He shrugged casually. "Wait... I think there are no lions, yes, no lions. Venomous snakes perhaps. Snakes slithering in the grass waiting for someone where they can sank their fangs into. And also venomous spiders that is hanging out almost in every plant. Oh, and the ocean, filled with deadly box jellyfish that will wrap its tentacles on your chest and paralyze and poison you until you drown. Or perhaps the venomous and fatal stone fishes that is hiding not too far from the shoreline. And the spiky sea urchins." Alexander said thoughtfully with a little hint of excitement. "It's an open water so there's probably sharks. Hopefully a massive great white. Who am I kidding, bull sharks will do. Surfing will be very intense, I tell you that. An–OUCH!" Alexander rubbed his arm that was smack by his mom hard.

"Alexander Lucien Blaise stop talking or I swear I will grab your bag and lock you back in your room." His mom said, her blue eyes were glaring at him. "I'm already worried about you going away as it is."

"I was only joking. Besides it's not like I haven't done it before." Alexander said with a slight pout. "I'll call whenever I can, I promise, mum." He was definitely a mama's boy but he is never ashamed of it. After all, it was just the two of them. "It'll be fine...."

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Alexander was definitely sleepy on the way to the dock to get to the boat that will take them to the 'enigmatic school' somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean. He planned on sleeping first, taking a forty winks before going out and introduce himself. But as soon as he arrived in his room, put down his bag and had a little shower, he was good as new and just as energetic as ever. He tried sleeping off but he could hear the water splashing on the side of their boat and it was enough to get him going. Like what he promised, he called his mom and told her that he was perfectly fine and she doesn't need to cry. The call was brief to his surprise. Thankfully on his side, there was a slight problem in the museum that she needed to attend to. Even though they moved to a different place, his mom still chose to work in a museum. She's now the curator.


After changing into his black board shorts, plain white t-shirt, a sneakers and sun glasses (even though the pairings are simple, Alexander still rock the look.) he took out his sketch pad along with him and headed out. The view was too sweet and Alexander has a sudden urge to draw. He went to the front deck of the boat, by the pool where the good view of the ocean and the horizon greeted him. Yes, it'll be an excellent piece since the view was definitely perfect. Some people were already there so Alexander sauntered towards the farthest lounge chair for some peace, he was about to toss sketch pad on the table when his eyes darted at the edge of the boat where a red headed girl was standing along with a guy. It was a peaceful day until he saw (from his point of view) that the guy pushed the girl over. Alexander was stunned at first but he jumped into action after five seconds. Apparently he wasn't the only one who saw the whole thing, another girl, a blonde, and by the looks of it, a distress blonde, came running to aid the red headed girl who fell.

Alexander tossed his sketch pad and shades; he also took off his shirt and ran to them. "What the hell..." he heard the girl almost screamed and the girl was right. What the hell indeed.

"Are you crazy?!" Does the guy have something against redheads?!! Alexander immediately asked as he put his sneakers on the railings, preparing to climb. It was only then that he looked at the guy who probably killed the girl. He was actually cute and Alexander can't help but to flash his signature smile with matching dimples at him. Focus, Alex. flirt later. He told himself. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he finally climbed off the railing and looked down below. The sea was sparkling as the sunlight hits the surface, a couple of dolphins leaping through the water in and out. The bow of the boat is a good position if he wants to draw, he could definitely see everything. The waves of the ocean, some silhouette of some island far away. Cussing himself quietly for being distracted again, he looked down and try to see if the girl managed to hold on to the ledge or somewhere but there was none and down below was just blue. No tinge of flaming red hair. Alexander wanted to jump but that is just as crazy as someone pushing someone on a freakin' ledge of a moving boat. Alexander looked at the frantic girl and spoke calmly, "Call for help. Or at least alert someone. I can't see the girl." His dirty blond hair was being blown by the wind as he looked down for the second time.

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As soon as she realised this guy had no idea who she was, Eva's stance relaxed a little. She could spot a liar a mile away and it turned out he was genuinely unaware. She let the hand resting on her face go back to resting on the bar and took the last sip of her piña colada as he answered. Her gaze followed him as he ordered a Marpessa. Clearly the bartender was just as suspicious of his age as she was, but he commanded the situation with such an authoritative confidence that she had to give him kudos.
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"I might be a little young, but we both know age doesn't matter on this boat. There are other qualities that make a man." Eva let out a small slightly impressed laugh at the partial quip slash suggestive comment. He held her gaze with an intensity she had never seen before in anyone and the odd chill of familiarity went through her once more as he eyed her. This guy was slightly dangerous. She could tell, but she was not one to shrink from a slightly dangerous situation. Those were the most thrilling.
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"What's it cost to get a name?" Eva broke the gaze to look down at her empty glass for a moment. 
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"The cost is telling me just what these 'qualities' are that make a man. I'm curious." The brunette could not hide the cynicism in her tone very well. Sure she didn't mind casual encounters with guys, but she hardly trusted them. Not anymore. She then had a sudden thought, a compulsion to ask another question. She hesitated before adding, "I have another question. Was that just a pick up line when you asked if you knew me? Because...you actually seem really really familiar, and trust me I've met too many people to count and remember. You're not from LA are you?"
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[TwistedTruth]

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"I have another question. Was that just a pick up line when you asked if you knew me? Because...you actually seem really really familiar, and trust me I've met too many people to count and remember. You're not from LA are you?"
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      Arlen hung onto her words with interest, genuinely giving her all his attention. He never truly became so enthralled by someone. Her words were cool and clear as if the night itself was speaking to him. He was no wear close to opening up and was still keeping his wits about him. But she was scary, and not in the normal meaning of the word. He answered her questions genuinely without change to his posture he let out a solemn breath. "The qualities like inhuman strength, walking on water, speaking to animals... Six foot wings." His voice drifted along with his mind as he said the last part, his mind quickly snapping back to the beauty in front of him. "If you promise not to tell maybe you can see some of my 'qualities' some time." His smirk after the joke gave off a silly look. He knew it was a lousy and very cheesy line and that's what he was going for. Cheesy and lousy made people relax around you.
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     His hand lifted the drink to his lips getting a taste for the pear concoction the bartender had made. Marvelous. He shook his head to her second question taking the drink away from his lips. He hoped the drinks were free. "Denton Texas, born and raised." He threw in a southern accent as thick as honey be fore smiling and dropping the accent. "My parents were from Newyork, so I never really got an accent. Plenty of practice though." He had already known her next question 'Where's the accent'? Everyone Always asked about the accent. "You do seem familiar though, not just your looks. The body posture, voice, whole thing." He didn't hold back anything in his voice as he spoke the last sentence, he was genuinely intrigued by her. He was about to take another drink from his glass when he stopped himself short. "My names Arlen." Then he brought the glass to his lips and drank it dry.
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Helen of Troy[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]A knock on her door distracted Isabelle from her daydreaming, it was her mom with her usual warm smile, holding a cup of tea and a platter of biscuits. "Are you all packed? Or do you need some help?" she asked kindly as she handed Isabelle the things she brought. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"No, I'm all done."[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] Isabelle replied with a smile. Her voice was quiet, like always, and soothing. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Thanks, mom."[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] She took the coffee and biscuits[/COLOR] from her and placed it on the table near her. The tea smells good, but her stomach was filled with butterflies due from anxiousness from her near coming voyage.  [COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Ever since last night, the girl hasn't touched[/COLOR] any of her food. She was afraid that she might throw up from anxiousness. She also had a running joke on herself that she might kill the butterflies inside her stomach if she drank or eat anything.
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]"Honey, you have to eat something." Her mother urges[/COLOR], sitting beside her she reached out and brush Isabelle's hair behind her ear. She looked at her patronizingly, as if she already knew what is bothering her daughter. "You can stay, you know that, right? There's a good college here in town. You can still enroll, you've already taken the entrance test and passed. They've got a good art courses, or so I've been told."
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Yes. That was Isabelle's other option. Stay at home and attend the nearest university. Study arts and become a wedding photographer since it was the only thing worth doing in the small town she's living in. Stay at the place she's always been all her life. Be stuck there. The place was her comfort zone, but[/COLOR] it also her prison. The house, the streets, it was a reminder of the thing she dreaded most. The town was a ball and chain that were holding her captive. She needed to get away for a change. She needs to step up and move out to finally move on.
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Isabelle shook her head, [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"No. I want to go there. I have to leave sooner or later, mom." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]she said with a rueful smile. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"They've got a good art program there too, not to mention interesting subjects I could use since the school is in an island." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Being a wildlife photographer was everything she ever dreamed of, and thinking of the exotic things she might see was giving her enough courage that she needed to go to that school. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Her mother knew that there is nothing that she could say to persuade Isabelle to do anything else. It was the first time that she's going away ever since the accident. First time that Isabelle insisted on going away and deciding for herself so her mom and dad wasn't  tough on her when she picked the new university than her original plan but they still gave it a try. "Oh," her mother suddenly stood up, "before I forgot." With a smile, she ran out of Isabelle's room only to come back holding a gift in hand. "Going away present. Your father and I hope that it can help you." Her eyes were sparkling as she handed Isabelle the box.  [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Peering inside, it was the camera Isabelle wanted! A Nikon d810. The gift rendered her speechless that she only jumped in and hugged her mom tightly. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Thanks, mom. I love it." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]"No problem, sweetheart." Her mom patted her on the back, "Just be careful, okay?" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Isabelle has just finished eating some snack in the dining area. A tea and cake always work[/COLOR] wonders against headache. She didn't want to get out of her room, but she was getting a little peckish and disoriented. Also, there was a buffet in the dining area, so she figures out why not? Besides, she can try out her new camera and take some pictures of the view and landscape. Even though there were other people in the room, Isabelle ate by herself. She was too shy to talk to anyone anyways. She felt like she was too dull for anyone at all. Besides, she was happy just watching in the background. Seeing them happy makes her happy too for some reason. After eating, she decided to go back to her room to read a book or at least rest.  [COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]The girl might have taken a wrong turn, she's been walking for more than twenty minutes, but[/COLOR] she remembered earlier ago that she managed to get to the dining area from her room in less than ten. The halls were deserted, brows furrowed, she went to the nearest corner and consult the tiny map of the floor that was plastered on the wall. Checking it out, she definitely learned that she was on the other side of the deck. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Perfect." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Isabelle muttered quietly to herself. Apparently her sense of direction is still bad as ever.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 0)]'Little Izzy is lost....' [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]suddenly, she heard something. A familiar soft voice that quickly made Isabelle frozen in place. She looked around, but deep inside she knew that there was no one there. The voice was always in her head. Taunting and teasing her. She could easily picture her, the sly smile that was always plastered in her twin sister's face when she's about to do something wicked. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 0)]"Poor little Izzy... always getting herself in trouble." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]She could hear Charlotte's high pitch cackle. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on something else. It was always like this, meds can't help her since she tried them for a time after Charlotte's death. It seems like Charlotte's influence was still there, affecting her even though she was miles from home. The voice was getting louder and louder that Isabelle did her last resort. She pinches herself really hard on her arm and distracting herself. The pain made her forget. Ironically enough, the pain made her numb. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Stop." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]she whispered quietly, it was almost a plea. After a few seconds, the voice was gone and her arm hurts.  [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Not wanting to stay in the deserted hallways, Isabelle walked towards the right direction, she doesn't want anymore episodic breakdowns. Not right there, not right now. If she's lucky, not ever. A rest, that's what she needed. Isabelle suddenly craves her bed as she walked along the halls. Upon making a quick turn, Isabelle happened to pass by the ballroom. She was actually planning on moving on when she doubled back and noticed something behind the glass door. The place was a slightly dim but a soft yellow light was illuminating the piano in the corner of the room. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]This wasn't trespassing, right?[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] She asked to herself. She went by the door and twisted the knob. It was unlocked! Isabelle looked behind her, left to right just to check her surroundings. Seeing no one, she stepped inside and close the door behind her. The silence in the room was deafening, despite of the churn of the engine and the sound of the sea slapping their boat. She looked around and the room could house at least fifty to hundred people max. But the chairs were above the tables and it was pushed in[/COLOR] the corner, the chandeliers were not lighted, though it still glimmers as it reflects the warm yellow light and some of the sunlight that was streaming through the blinds on the windows on the other side. The dance floor was made out of wood and the piano was elevated on the stage.  [COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Isabelle went to the piano, she put her bag down on the floor gingerly and ran her nimble fingers on the ivory keys. Figuring out that it was in tune, she looked briefly outside before sitting down in front of the piano. Every thing is still quiet. And definitely peaceful and relaxing. Isabelle then puts both hands over the keys and without thinking any further, she started to play the beginning of the Fantasie Impromptu by the great Chopin.  [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]As soon as she heard the melody kicked in, all her anxiousness and worry earlier ago was gone. Apparently Isabelle's love for music is the only thing that Charlotte can't influence and take away from her. [/COLOR]
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"Packed and ready to go mon coeur?" Henri looked down, just barely smiling at the term of endearment. It was something her father had started when he and her mother had started dating, and continued to do much more frequently after their marriage and the birth of Henrietta Marie Kennet. It was always weird to hear her mother use the phrase, because Marjorie Kennet had always found it extremely cheesy when her spouse would refer to her as his heart in the mornings when he headed to work, each night before they went to bed, or even when she would simply hand him the popcorn while they were watching a movie. It wasn't until after... That she adopted the phrase. Probably to make 18 year old Henri feel better about the lack of her father's presence.
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"Almost done, la mère," Henri responded with a grunt as she shoved down on the pile of clothes in her suitcase; she'd never been very organized while packing. "I think the suitcase has almost given up trying to fight me on whether or not this last shirt can fit." "Henri?" She angled her body slightly that she had a better view of her bedroom door. "Yes, la mère?" She asked with a breathy grin, tucking a stray, and slightly damp strand of hair behind her ear. "Move away from the suitcase— "But mom..." All it took was one look from her mother, and Henrietta quickly silenced herself. "Step back and let me do it. You won't be out the door before the boat leaves at this rate!" She did as she was told, opting to sit down on her at the other end of the bed as she watched her mother take out all the clothes she'd shoved into the case and fold them one by one. "You're making me look bad, mom. What will people think knowing that my mother packed my suitcase?" Marjorie chuckled pulling her daughter's blue sweater out of the suitcase and chucking it at her. Henri hastily dodged the onslaught and picked the sweater up, looking at her mother questioningly. "I wouldn't have to make you look bad if you actually tried to fold your clothes, little girl. If you're not going to wear your jacket, at least put that on so my poor heart can have some rest knowing that you won't freeze to death." 
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Henri rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. "What? It's not like I didn't pack it! The weather's not cold enough for me to wear a jacket just yet." Her mother didn't respond, beyond a sarcastic comment about how she'll be thinking otherwise when she ends up sick. Henri was going to say something else but stopped, seeing as her was all too occupied looking through her daughter's wash-up and carry-on bag. "Henrietta Marie, where is the spray au poivre I bought you?" "What?" Henrietta laughed in disbelief. She was serious about that? When Henri's mother had found out that she was going off to college, she had promptly bought her daughter pepper spray to take with her. "La mère, they are not going to let me take pepper spray on the plane." "Well, then buy some when you get there."
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"Mom, I am not buying pepper spray!"
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Turns out she was buying pepper spray. The instant Henri messaged her mother that her flight had touched down, Marjorie spammed her with phone calls and texts until her daughter had confirmed with a video chat that she had bought some. It had definitely cost her some time, but she still got onto the boat before it had left. She had wandered around for a while before coming across a casino on one of the upper levels. At first, she tried to resist, knowing that her mother hated that she gambled, but the urge to do something she found fun, rather than walking around on the deck, won out.
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"It's just you and me, my good sir." She mused handing him a wad of bills to be exchanged for chips. "Are you sure this is all the chips you want?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at the small pile consisting of red, white, and green chips. "I'm very much sure, sir. So, whenever you're ready," She gestured to the table, sitting down in a chair and watching as he shuffled a very large deck of cards; there had to be at least 2 or 3 decks in there. "So where are you from?" He asked dealing out a two and a King to her after she had put in a bet for 150. "Lyon, France." "Oh, so Paris isn't the only town over there?"
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"Seeing as it's the only place that gets recognition, you'd think as much now wouldn't you?"
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"I would give anything to feel more than nothing."​

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Clodagh had almost grown bored sitting there, doing nothing but staring at the not-so-precarious waves below her. The sea was a really pretty blue, honestly. And clearer than you would expect. Then again, her experience with the sea was in western Europe, and there it was always grey. Here, it was a brilliant blue that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Pretty, if you liked that sort of thing. She cycled through some thoughts. What was the University like? What was the island like? Was there a potential for danger? Her current thoughts, however, revolved around whether or not it was worth it to leave her post. That is before she heard a male voice behind her yell something akin to "Boo!"

She wasn't scared in the least which was shown by the fact that she didn't even move to turn towards the voice. She did, however, open her mouth to speak, but it was then that she felt hands push at her back. It was meant to be a light shove, she was sure. At least, that was the thought that went through her head as she slipped forwards and toward the water in front of the boat. Her heart race increased as adrenaline began to pump through her veins. This was precisely the thrill she had been searching for. She didn't utter a scream and she didn't flail around. She merely allowed herself to fall into the blue waves below. If one had been in the position to see the expression on her face, they would have seen a calm, but pleased smile. She really was insane.

hit the water with a large splash. Her body sank a good distance, and somehow it seemed graceful. Her red hair floating around her, mimicking the movement of fire as the currents pulled at it. One moment passed. Two. She didn't rise to the surface. Instead, she opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. It was beautiful beneath the surface. So she swam until she could no longer hold her breath. And then continued to swim.

Slowly, her vision became spotty, she knew she should swim to the surface, but at this moment, it seemed pointless.

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Layla shook out her mane of honey waves and grinned as if the whole world was watching. Her eyes behind her sunglasses were alight with anticipation as she sped down the highway in a bright yellow Corvette from 1962. Her friends affectionately called it the Pineapple Peril, largely because Layla herself drove like a stunt driver on crack. At that moment she was speeding from Las Vegas to Los Angeles to catch a boat. In hindsight going to a party in Vegas in the first place when she knew she had to get on a ship the next day hadn't been the best idea but it was Enzo's birthday and therefore sure to be memorable. Atop her aforementioned waves was perched a tinfoil tiara fashioned for her at 2am that morning by the lead guitarist of Enzo's band. She had made sure to tell her modelling agent that she was leaving. She hadn't taken it entirely well, asserting that university was for ugly people. She'd also broken up with multiple boyfriends and friends with benefits ("it's not you it's me, but to be honest it's a little bit you.") Now she was free for the first time in what seemed like ages. No commitments or tethers tying her to anywhere at all. It felt good. She would be sad to leave the Peril and she would miss driving and the glamour of Hollywood but, in her opinion, she had been in one place too long and the thrill was starting to wear off. Of course she hadn't stayed exclusively in LA since she'd arrived three years prior, she'd moved up to Seattle and down to travel around the Baja California, once in a bout of pure, restless madness she'd driven cross country to New York. She'd dated a guy once, a script writer, who had told her that she created homes for herself for the sheer thrill of leaving them. Now, she supposed he was right.


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Layla winked at one of the luggage attendants as she handed over her bags. He blushed so scarlet she thought his head might explode and she barely stifled a laugh. True to form, she headed straight for the bar. She was hungover and operating on one and a half hours of sleep as she always, without fail, awoke when the sun rose. She ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and flashed a grin at the blonde a few seats down from her but didn't start a conversation. What she needed was a nap but it had become impossible for her to sleep during the day so she supposed that five types of alcohol and a trip to the spa would have to suffice. She grabbed her glass and headed off in search of the spa.


She was distracted halfway through her search by a casino. "God, this boat really does have everything." She murmured as she stepped inside. There was one other girl in the room at the Blackjack table. Layla personally preferred Roulette but she had finished her drink and was ready to be social again. "Mind if I join you?" She asked.

 

[PixieDust]

 
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The answer that Eva had received to her first inquiry was definitely not an answer she had banked on. He had played it completely straight and even though his words were ludicrous, she found herself taken in by them. Inhuman strength? Speaking to animals? Why that would even be an answer was beyond her.
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"If you promise not to tell maybe you can see some of my 'qualities' some time." The brunette was expecting some sort of suggestive undertone to his words, but instead he seemed self-aware of just how cheesy he was coming off as. His smile was disarming and she found herself actually laughing a little at him.
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"Well, I don't think you're being serious, but I guess I can keep a secret. I've met people in LA with way weirder beliefs." Her smile was surprisingly warm in a serene sort of way. When he went on to explain his state of origin, she was amused at the thick southern accent he affected. Clearly this guy didn't take himself as seriously as he first seemed to.
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"My name's Arlen," he introduced and Eva put on her own perfect Texan accent as she replied,
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"Pleasure making your acquaintance, Arlen." Dropping the accent she added, "I'm Eva. I guess you earned a name." She looked around the bar, her eyes darting around restlessly. She was torn between taking another drink and finding somewhere with music. The alcohol had given her a pleasant buzz by now since she had already had four glasses, usually enough to give her that slight euphoric feeling. "Tell me, what do you like to do for fun Arlen? They seem to have everything on this freakin' boat. I even saw a casino. It's like Vegas!" Her tone was slightly more offbeat now since he had put her more at ease than when first approached, and the alcohol certainly helped. She was more playful like she might be with her friends or when not under public scrutiny. Sultry and mysterious was her public persona carefully cultivated by her PR representative and her agent. If asked candidly, Eva would tell that was only part of her and a relatively small part at that.
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It appeared that amidst Francesca's musings and wandering, she had arrived at a lower deck, out of the warmth of the top deck and into a long and grand corridor leading to who knows where. Not many seemed to be inhabiting this particular deck and it was eerily quiet, so quiet in fact that Fran was contemplating flopping herself onto the floor and cracking open 'The Godfather' again just to see Don Vito Corleone's fate. She stopped short of this when remembering just how isolated her first experience of university had been, surrounded by students considerably older than herself who were either so fascinated by her extraordinary talent as a thirteen year old that they treated her like an experimental specimen, or so intimidated by her intellect that they avoided her altogether. She  simply could not in good conscience let that happen to her again. She must make at least one friend. It was something she had never known she had wanted until she had attended Oxford. Her lecturers could not really count as friends after all.
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It was as she was thinking about her Oxford days that she heard a familiar melody coming from one of  the rooms. It was the Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin, a true masterpiece that she had perfectly executed on a number of occasions. Entranced by the sound, she moved as though in a trance-like state toward it, opening the door to get a better listen. Inside, through the crack in the door, a blonde girl could be seen at the grand piano. Fran watched her intently, noticing that her finger placements were a tad off and it seemed the tempo was out by a fraction of a millisecond. Other than that, it was truly beautiful. She was so caught up in the moment that she had not noticed how heavily she was leaning on the door and that she was now tumbling into the room with a thud.
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She had managed to reach her hands out in front of her to soften the blow slightly but she still made an exclamation of both pain and embarrassment.
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"Ow!" she looked up with slightly watery eyes and tried  for an awkward smile. "I'm alright. Do go on." She felt a fool and probably looked one no doubt. She was flustered now, a feeling she hated. If there was one way to make an impression it was not as 'Clumsy Fran' with a tendency for casual stalking.
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[AnimeGenork]

Skylie Dyer
a.k.a. Iris

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Everyone, Shut Up II Location: The Boat II With: Clodagh @Starfish Adrian @crucialstar Danielle @Uxie Alexander @TheTraveller II Mentions: Clodagh @Starfish Adrian @crucialstar Danielle @Uxie Alexander @TheTraveller II Outfit: This w/Beanie

The least her mother could've done was understand that she didn't want to wear a skirt. She hated skirts with a burning passion, almost as much as she hated the idea of unicorns and rainbows. Oh, well, at least she'd managed to swap out all the fancy dresses Mom had put in her suitcases for her usual cargo pants, tanks tops, etc. That thought continued to make Skylie smirk as she wandered around the ship. She passed many rooms that radiated with different colors, but she didn't bother go inside them. A mix of colors, plus loud noises? She was not getting a headache today.

Eventually, she made it to the front deck, where there was quite the gathering of people her age. Their auras were mixes of colors, but they kept returning to red: anger and frustration. One boy was peering down into the water anxiously, while another girl chewed out a boy for heaven knows what. Both boys were shirtless for some reason, though one was still dripping. Maybe he'd been at the pool? Whatever, all that mattered was that apparently someone had fallen in the water. Whether it was the dark-haired boy's fault or not remained to be seen. Checking that her Eiffel tower keychain was securely in her duffel bag, she dropped it with a loud thunk! and walked over to the small group.

Normally, people would ask, "What's going on?" or something else relating concern. No, Skylie instead broke in with, "Can all of you shut up? Your colors are giving me a headache." Looking over the railing into the water below, Skylie sighed. "If you guys aren't going to do anything, I guess I'll have to." Clambering onto the railing, Skylie glared down at the water. She didn't have anything against the water itself, but rather, what she'd have to do with it after fetching the girl. With a sigh, she dove into the water, trying to remember if she could swim or not.

Once in the water, Skylie looked around, searching for the girl. A little ways below her was the girl, her fiery red hair floating around her like flames. Swimming over to the girl, Skylie wrapped her arms around her waist, kicking with all her might to swim to the surface. When her head broke through the water, she adjusted her grip on the girl, slapping her lightly on the cheek to see if she'd wake up. Unfortunately, she was out cold. Damn. Turning to look up at the deck she dove from, she narrowed her eyes and focused on the water surrounding her. Slowly, water droplets lifted from the ocean, rising to the side of the ship. They swirled in the air until finally there was a rainbow ladder--or, really, a ladder made of rainbows--scaling the height of the boat.

Wrapping the girl's arms around her shoulders and hooking her legs around her waist, she gripped the ladder with one hand, noting the brightness of the sun. If she didn't hurry, the ladder would dissipate into thin air. Skylie used all her agility as a former street urchin to climb the ladder, feeling the rungs disappear as soon as her feet left them. Her eyebrows knit together in determination until finally, she'd reached the railing she had dove off of minutes before. She pulled the upper half of her body over the railing, dropping the girl rather unceremoniously onto the deck. Skylie herself somehow flipped and landed in a crouch, breathing heavily. Standing up and wringing the water out of her hair, she glanced down at the girl. Her gaze flitted up to the other people around her. "I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it." The words came out harshly, but she meant every word she said. Sitting around doing nothing got you nowhere, especially when someone's life was on the line.

With a yawn, Skylie scratched her head. "We should either go find a nurse or doctor, or give her CPR, quick, before it's too late." Being the girl she was, Skylie would've done it, but CPR was not in her repertoire of skills. And she wasn't going to carry that girl again.
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[ScatteredStars]

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guild: n/a || location: Home → Airport → Boat, the Stern || scenario: Is this for real? || interactions: Magda @crucialstar || mentions: N/A

 
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Elijah sat at his desk and stared at the wall in front of him, lost in thought.  Every once in a while he'd turn to look at the luggage on his bed or the letter on his desk, but for the most part he sat and contemplated his next move.  He looked at his luggage, which he had just finished packing.  The suitcases seemed like they were about to bust at the seems from all the clothes and things he packed.  How he managed to fit most of his belongings into one suitcase was a mystery to him.  He didn't think about it long though, instead just chalking it up to chance.
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Then he looked down at the invitation to Parthena Olympia University.  He still couldn't believe this was real.  Despite all the impossible things that happened to him, here he was, doubting a letter's ink could swirl into a picture of himself, showing him to be some great hero.  Maybe it was grief that showed him that or maybe it was him just going crazy, but something just didn't feel right abut the whole thing.  Nothing felt right about leaving Pat here to go globe toting to some Greek Island, to some university he had never heard of before, to study who knows what.  Eli didn't want to admit it, but he felt like he was having second thoughts.
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"You know, If you don't see him now, it's going to be a while before you can actually see him again."  Elijah turned to see his mother standing in the door way, one hand on the door frame, the other hanging by her side.  Her face was soft, but there was still a trace of concern on it.  She knew that Eli hadn't been to see Pat since the funeral.  It was a bit concerning for her, and she was worried that if he didn't go and get it out of his system now, he might not get the closure he needed.  Eli knew that.
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"I will.  I'm just--"  Eli stopped himself.  What exactly was he waiting for? "... I'm prepping myself."  It was a large step for him.  Sure he had accepted that Pat was never coming back, but still.  Seeing the gravestone just made it all the more real.  He wasn't sure if he could handle that right now.
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"Well, you leave tomorrow, so I think if you want to go see him, you need to do it before tomorrow morning, preferably before it gets too dark.  You know I don't like when you're out by yourself at night.  Come here."  Keisha Copes said, holding out her arms for a hug.  Elijah got up from where he was sitting, walked over, and accepted the hug from his mom.  "I'm just so happy you're going back to school, Eli.  Pat would have wanted you to get your education."
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Normally, Eli hated that phrase.  "It's what Pat would have wanted."  No one knew what Pat wanted except for Pat.  It always felt like a phrase that people used when they wanted to get him to do something.  But this time, coming from his mom, Eli knew it was sincere.  Going back to school would be something Pat would have wanted.  He would have wanted Eli to get his education, and maybe figure out exactly what his birthmark and his powers were all about.  He'd want Eli to chase his curiosity and find answers to all his questions.  "I know," Elijah answered back.  "It's what he would have wanted."
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"You've got everything, right.  Underwear?  Deodorant?  Toothbrush?"  Keisha asked, standing side by side with her husband and trying to keep her composure.  
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"Yeah, mom.  I triple checked everything."  Eli knew he was forgetting something.  Not in the way that he felt like something was missing, though.  It was more of a "I always forget something, therefore I most likely forgot something" kind of thing, and he'd figure out exactly what was missing when he unpacked.
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"What about a towel?"
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"Keisha," Elijah's father Anthony spoke up  "He's been preparing for this for weeks.  I'm sure he has everything he needs."  He looked at his son with a smile, which Eli returned.  Keisha held her hand over her mouth.  It was becoming evident that it was getting harder and harder for his mother to keep her composure.
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"Just look at him.  Going off to see Europe."  She brought her son in for a hug.  "Promise me you'll send us postcards and call us when you get there so we know your plane landed safely?"
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"Don't worry, mom.  I'll be fine, I promise."  Elijah smiled as he pulled back from the hug.
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"Be safe, okay?"  his father added in,patting his son on the shoulder,  "And drink responsibly, okay?"
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"Yeah, yeah."  He joked, a smile on both of their faces.
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"I guess I'll see you whenever then," Chris spoke up.  "Bring me back a souvenir."  
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Eli nodded towards his brother, "You got it."
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"I guess we better let you go then," Anthony added.  By now, his mother was still trying to hold back her tears, but a few had slipped through.
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"We'll see you soon, I love you."
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"I love you too, mom."
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The Copes said their final goodbyes before Elijah started through security.  He looked back once, waving at his family before heading out on what he considered what was going to be one of the greatest adventures of his life.   
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Elijah walked around the boat with no real destination in mind.  Really, all he wanted was to get up and move around.  It was almost impossible for him to stay in one place for too long.  There was just so much to see.  He had never been on a boat before, let alone one this big.  Hell, this wasn't a boat.  Really this "boat" was more of a ship than anything.  Really though.  A game room, a hot buffet, a bar, and even a ballroom.  This place was absolutely huge.  He ended up hitting most of the places in the boat, though he was sure there was some corner he had missed.  If the university could splurge on a ship this nice... Well it gave him really high hopes for the school.
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Finally, he ended up at the back of the boat on the deck, the wind blowing on the back of his neck.  He leaned over the railing a bit to look at the water below, and then back out to the horizon they were leaving behind.  Unless he was mistaken, Elijah was sure he could see other Greek Isles in the distance.  Eli found him in awe of the scenery around him.  This had to be the coolest thing he had ever seen.
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That was when he noticed the girl standing a ways from him, and turned to her.  "Isn't this great?  Just look out there.  Aw man, is that an island?  This is probably the coolest thing I've ever done.  Hands down."  His enthusiasm lit up his eyes as he talked to the girl.  He wasn't sure if she'd answer back, but it would be nice to have a friend once they go to school.
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[ms marigold]

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Guild: N/A | Scenario: Peace and quiet | Location: Valentina's car -> The botanical gardens on the ship | With: N/A | Mentions: N/A
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Angelo leaned his head on the window of the car, watching the Italian countryside whizz by. He was stressing, he didn’t want to admit it but it was true. From the moment of he had opened the letter from N he had been on a rollercoaster of emotions. At first he's been skeptical, which had quickly been swept up in Valentina's infallible enthusiasm and he had gotten excited and then worried again, disbelieving and tentatively hopeful. Now he was anxious. He was dimly aware of Valentina singing as she drove but he didn’t pay attention as he continued to wrap himself in his own troubled thoughts. After what could have been hours, but was probably only about two minutes, of inner turmoil Valentina tapped him to get his attention. 


“Stop that.” She frowned at him. “You’ll just end up psyching yourself out and working yourself into a panic.” Angelo knew she was right, Valentina was always right. Over the past two years she had been more of a family to him than anyone he had encountered in the sixteen years prior. Without another word about it she recommenced singing along to her ridiculously cringe-worthy throwback playlist. Don’t Stop Believing blared through the speakers and Valentina’s voice rose with it, off-key and unembarrassed. He sang with her, savouring these last hours with the sister he could never have dared to ask for. 


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“Are you sure you have everything?” Valentina looked on the verge of tears.


“Now who’s stressing?” He meant it to be a joke but as tears began to spill over down her face he Hugged her tightly. “Yes, I have everything. Thank you.” She held on for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all and when she did she was wiping her tears away.


“This is gonna be so great for you.” She grinned bravely. “I love you, call me.”


“I love you, I will.” He had to hug her again, briefer this time but no less fierce before turning to board the giant ship. This would be good, it had to be. As he stepped onto the ship a map caught his eye, the boat was a veritable labyrinth but as soon as he spied the sign reading Botanical Gardens he made up his mind. It seemed like a quiet place where he could maybe get some writing done.


He found it with some difficulty but once he did he was entirely awestruck. How much money had this cost? Quietly he found a secluded bench, tied his hair up and took out a battered notebook and a pen.

 

[Athens]

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"What do you need this for?" Annoying little brother asked, speaking for the 5th time in the span of 2 minutes. "Because I do, Timothy." Cameron retorted snatching away the bag he had been peering inside of. They were standing inside of her apartment gathering clothes and other items for her trip. Cameron just had to let it be known, as they worked, that she hadn't asked for her 17-year-old brother's help, nor did she need the help. Their parents had shipped themselves and Timothy all the way from their hometown in California to Massachusetts just so their son could help his big sis pack. Timothy rolled his eyes purposely making a move as if to grab the bag just to make his sister irritated. Their relationship seemed to based mostly off of inside jokes, television show binging together, and ticking each other; Timothy couldn't afford to slack even on a day like this. He had to get all his annoying sibling chips before she left for university.


"You know," He began sitting down on her bed after they had been working for a while; Cameron gave him a heated glare when he sat down, but he made a point to pretend not to notice. "You never actually showed us the letter from this university you're going to." She watched with a slowly heightening irritation as he fiddled with a necklace of hers. She absolutely hated it when he fiddled with things. It was his way of trying to soften the blow of whatever potentially explosive statement he wanted to say; maybe if he prolonged what he had to say long enough, the explosion wouldn't be as bad. It never worked out like that. "What are you getting at, Tim?" He looked up at the tone in her voice and put his hands up in surrender. "What? I'm just saying... You never have trouble flaunting things when you're proud or excited, but this was so abrupt... You didn't even try to tell— "Can you just get to the point of this, Tim. I have to leave soon." 


Sometimes he really wanted to strangle Cameron...


"Well, do you really want to go to this school or are you doing it out of some kind of obligation... Or guilt?"


The air in the room went silent. Timothy stared worriedly at his sister feeling partially guilty about what he had said, but he had a perfectly good reason for asking, and she knew it, but Cam wouldn't even look up at him, so she was definitely done listening to what he had to say. "Of course, I'm excited," She replied quietly after a moment of silently folding the rest of her clothes to put in her suitcase. "I get to see Adrian and Phil. What's not to be excited about?" Her words became harsher and rushed with each article of clothing she shoved in. "Is that all?" "You know what, Timothy," She snapped looking up at her brother. "maybe I didn't tell you all until last minute because I knew how you'd react if I wasn't happy enough." Her words were a sneer now, eyes cold but fierce with a boiling anger that was directed at her brother but not necessarily intended for him. "It seems to me like you're running away."


"Well, you know what, yes, I AM running away, Timothy. I've been trying to escape the hell that is family for months, and maybe Greece is just the way to do it!"


She hoisted her suitcase off her bed and dropped it to ground pulling out the handle to roll it outside.


"As always, I appreciate your concern for your big sis, but you try and analyze me again, I will not hesitate to slug you in the face."




"Ooh, harsh." The black haired girl next to her slurred in faint amusement nursing one of many other drinks she had guzzled down. "If I were in your place, I definitely would have wallowed in my guilt before getting shitfaced drunk," She paused for her moment, eyes widened and letting out a soft gasp. "Oh, I'm already shitfaced drunk, and you're definitively wallowing in enough self-pity for the both of us." Cam just laughed, downing one of the shots she had lined up in front of her. She didn't even know this girl next to her, and yet the instant she had sat down she had bought her a few rounds of shots and requested that she be called by her nickname Eme; Cam didn't even know her first name, to begin with.


"Yeah, I was pretty shitty," She laughed humming pleasantly at the warmth filling her body. "I'm surprised that Timothy still cares so much about me when I'm almost always a huge bitch to him." "It's probably a defense mechanism that you've set in, and if he loves to analyze people as much as you say he does, he's probably already caught on to that." Cameron snorted turning to face Erika. "Careful, keep this up and I might snap on you too. I'm pretty emotionally unstable when going through big changes in my life."


"Shit. I'm emotionally unstable pretty much 24/7, so cheers to us."


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"Don't you dare touch that joey, Layton!" Erika snorted watching her little nephew dart away from his initial path headed towards the baby kangaroo as his mother stomped towards him. "It's not like he's going to hurt it, Leia!" Erika called out from a table off to the side of her sister's pool, chuckling at the wild goose chase her nephew had his mother on. They were going bag and forth, under the tire swing, over the lawn chairs, and around the pool. She'd think that Leia would finally admit to the fact that she just didn't the energy she used to that allowed her to keep up with her kids. But now, she was a mom on a mission, and that meant she would never admit defeat; or weakness. "He may not hurt it, but that crazy flyer around here will! She's already tried to fight our lawn chairs!" Erika burst into a fit of laughter at the mention of the female kangaroo that had been terrorizing her sister's household ever since she had moved into the house. Instead of fending off threats that entered her territory, she went out and sought them out first. Apparently, Leia's backyard was full of threats.


"You actually got him?"


"It took some work and bribery, but he's finally inside." Erika nodded her in approval, briefly checking her phone before returning her attention to her older sister. "I can't stay long, I'm due to drive to the airport in a few minutes or so." She gestured her hand in the general vicinity of her car at the front of the house. "Got it. I'm not going to hold you; so you can get food and relax when you get there, not rush and nearly miss your flight, you know." Erika grinned tucking her phone back into her pocket. "Talking from experience huh?" "You have no idea. Just, be careful, Eri. Don't stress yourself out. I don't want to hear about you having another mental break. The first one was scary as is." Erika grimaced at the mention, not liking the tone the thoughts in her head began to take. "I know. I've got it under control, Leia." She lifted up the pocket of her jacket and shook it signifying that she had her medication. "And how many equals "under control?" Leia asked cautiously. "The prescribed amount is what equals under control, Leia. God, have a little faith. I have a breakdown because I forgot to take my medicine once and now you just assume that I'm going to OD or something?" Leia hastily shook her head realizing what she has said. "No Erika that's not what I meant..." "Oh really, well, once you can explain to me what it is you meant, do tell." She stood up from the table, grabbing her purse and walking to the gate. "Erika, please—  "Tell Jai, that I'm gonna miss him, and I hope he's doing well at university. I'll message you when I touch down in Los Angeles." Leia watched helplessly as he sister walked out the yard, not taking a single glance back as she went.






Erika sat on a stool swinging her legs side-to-side as she chatted pretty brunette with eyes that spoke mischief under her guarded gaze. Her name was Cameron, and they got on well enough. They were definitely getting along better now that they were steadily becoming drunker. 

"So are you drinking because what went down between you and your sister before you left?" Erika shook her hide with a barely humorous smile. "Oh no, we talked it out once I touched down I'm totally over that. But my sister did basically tell me that she thought slash expected to be a druggie because I have some mental issues, so I made the mistake of not taking my meds earlier today because I was so caught up in my feelings, and now I have to find some other way to drown out my thoughts." She explained casually, feeling not need to sugarcoat her own stupid mistake as she made the crazy gesture next to her head. "Well, what do you take the meds for?" Erika grinned widely, leaning over and patting Cameron's shoulder. "That's a secret I just can't tell on the first day. Where's the fun in that?"
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She was up and moving before Cameron could respond, heading over to the karaoke machine and scrolling through songs to find one she liked. Ooh P!nk. I've always loved her. She made all my angsty teen years much more interesting. "Funhouse or Just Like Fire?" She mused out loud to herself looking between the two songs. She'd always loved Funhouse, but Just Like Fire... It was new, and she liked it.


Erika hopped onto the stage as the music started up and instantly began to dance along with the music. "I know that I'm running out of time. I want it all, mmm, mmm. And I'm wishing they'd stop tryna turn me off. I want it all, mmm, mmm. And I'm walking on a wire, trying to go higher. Feels like I'm surrounded by clowns and liars. Even when I get it all the way. I want it all, mmm, mmm." She was so drunk that she hadn't even noticed that halfway through the lyrics her voice began to sound similar to P!nk's.


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Guild: N/A | Scenario: Rainbow Rescue | Location: the deck on the ship | With: Gareth- @PixieDust Ara- @Uxie Skylie- @AnimeGenork | Mentions: Clodagh- @Starfish
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“Not really, but my mom get’s car sick so I figured it was basically the same.” Mali responded to the guy's question. As she did a girl walked up to their table.


"Your, um, plate." She said slightly uncertainly as she held out a plate of food to Mali.


“Oh, thanks so much, I’d totally forgotten about it.” Mali grinned warmly at her as she took the plate and set it on the table.


"Is he okay?" The girl wrinkled her nose and took a wary step back. "He's not gonna, like, throw up or anything, right?"


"Nah, he'll be just fine." She winked at him playfully, “I’m Amalia, by the way, but everyone calls me Mali.” As she was about to hold out her hand for the girl to shake a sudden movement caught her attention in her peripheral vision. She turned her head to the side in time to see three people crowding at the rails and looking over. “Oh shit.” She exclaimed, “I think someone just fell over.” Before she could react further a petite blonde, whose words she couldn’t make out past the irritated tone, unceremoniously climbed onto the railings and jumped over. Mali gaped in shock, why would she do that? The girl didn't look sttrong enough to pick up another person, let alone drag them out of the ocean and back onto the boat. Her eyes widened as less than a minute later a ladder that shimmered and twisted in the light throwing rainbows on the floor as the sun shone on it appeared and the blonde climbed up it with the girl who had presumably fallen over. Mali stood, almost without thinking and made her way over to the crowd. As the rescuer began to walk away Mali reached out to put a hand on her arm.


“That was amazing.” She remarked in awe, pushing her purple sunglasses up so that they rested atop her head. “The rainbows, can you make anything you want from them?” She had known that this wasn’t going to be a normal experience from the moment she'd received the letter but she could never even have imagined a power like this, where her own was a curse, this was beautiful, something one might actually want to show off rather than an unrelenting assault. Speaking of said curse Mali looked over at the girl lying on the deck and let out a sigh of relief. The black cloud that enveloped those who were sure to die was noticeably absent from the redhead, however someone really should be getting on with that CPR thing. She turned back to face the rainbow girl, desperate for a little more information.

 

[TwistedTruth]

Arlen Maren Hearthe
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        Arlen shrugged half heartedly at her question enjoying the relaxed mood that had set in. He felt like just being around her was like this. Maybe it was the drink, although; Arlen barely ever got a buzz. Let alone off one drink. "I usually read or just go for a walk. Lift weights." He thought for a bit more and shrugged. "Maybe play some video games but the Game room too crowded for my tastes." The thought of the game room made his hair stand up a bit. Axelle would regret showing him up like that.
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"I was just going around the boat to make some acquaintances, gather info on whos who, Who knows what and who I should be friends with." He held a serious gaze with her for a bit to make sure his point got across. "I wasn't joking about the qualities of people on this boat. Some of us are capable of crazy things." Arlen set his empty glass on the table and smiled to Eva, offering her a hand up from the seat. more of a courtesy then anything else. "Well Eva, I'm up for anything. Lead the way."  He knew that there were still people to meat but he couldn't just let Eva stay alone. It felt wrong, Arlen had always trusted his gut.
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Guild: N/A | Scenario: "Unexpected Encounters with Sleeping Beauty" | Location: Front Deck
With: Clo @Starfish , Dani @Uxie , Alexander @TheTraveller , Skylie @AnimeGenork

Peering over the edge of the boat, Adrian's face paled as he looked on as the silhouette of the seductively, tasty, red haired female dropped into the water slowly like clockwork. Time stood still in that moment as he caught his breathe, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his chest beating erratically. Had he just pushed someone to their death? Just thinking of the idea of causing someone to drown brought some sort of absolute fear yet pleasure within him, some sort of thrill and fascination to the idea as he felt his adrenaline rushing and his lips curving into some sort of grin. It should had made him feel disgusted with himself, but no disgust or guilt was found on his face for feeling such emotions. However, he did feel guilty for causing unwanted attention and thrill to a woman he hadn't even met yet. Nevertheless, as he looked onwards, he slowly stood back upright, taking a step back, looking around as he tried to figure out what to do. The temptation to jump in the water was too hard to resist and wasn't this a good time to do so?

However, before he could think any longer or even jump into the ocean, a girl passed by him carefully, peering over the edge, but way, too close to the edge as if she was going to fall too. Not another one too? Not on his watch, he thought to himself, determined, as he quickly pulled, yanking the girl away from the edge. "Whoa! Calm down, sweet pea." He exclaimed, only for the woman to fall on her bottom. Adrian tried not to let out a small laugh, but he couldn't help but see the gesture as "adorable". How innocent, where did the little lamb fall from? "Alright there, sweet pea? Wouldn't want a bruise on your arse, now would we?" His trademark smile appeared on his lips. However, seeing the signs of the shakened, horrified, and confused girl before him, he was reminded of the issue at hand. As the girl looked between him, the water, and not being able to for sentences, Adrian shushed her softly, seeing how unwell the girl was taken it. "Shh. . let's not point fingers, instead, we should talk later and do. Now. Before it's too late! Come on." But, before he could do anything else about the situation another person appeared as he heard a loud, male voice exclaiming his surprise and confusion. As the male passed by him, Adrian managed to briefly make eye contact with him, sizing him up and down as a small grin appeared on his face once more. Well, well, well, is it my birthday or is it getting even steamier with the countless number of gorgeous people here? Delectable man-candy. Nevertheless, he shook his head as he knew now wasn't the time.

As the male addressed the female that was with him, Adrian took his chance to survey the waters as it glistened under the sun, squinting his eyes as he tried to get a clearview idea of where the girl was. However, just as he was about to jump into the water, Adrian stopped his actions as he turned around, only for another woman to appear, practically radiating "order" and "independence". He narrowed his eyes at the strong and "cut to the chase" woman before him. With a quirked eyebrow at the assumption of them not doing anything, Adrian took a step back, intrigued at how the woman took control of the situation. Be my guest, tigress, he thought to himself. However, what caught his attention was her short, short plaided skirt. A smirk appeared on his lips as he wondered just how damp the girl would be and if she'd lose it in the water. What would it be like to see the woman's strong layer she holds crumble down to her most inner layer that would make her vulnerable? What is her desire?

Soon, she got into the water and Adrian couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy stir inside as he wanted to feel the cold, dampness against his skin once more, to be an embodiment of the nature of water. Nevertheless, as he watched the girl, Adrian noticed water droplets rising from the sea, swirling into the air as a ladder, colorfied in the colors of the rainbow appeared. His lips parted slightly, taking in the scene. Taking a step back as he watched the determination in the girl's eyes as she held the seductive red-haired female in one arm as she got back on the boat. Seeing the two soaking wet females before him, Adrian couldn't help but let out a grin before the woman spoke out harshly against them. He shook his head, eyeing the woman up and down as he licked his lips. How interesting and she's definitely pleasing to the eyes. "And where did you come from, tigress? You've taken the spotlight from me." He spoke up, quite fascinated and interested as Adrian clapped lightly before walking towards the red-haired woman's body. "And this is where I come in. You've done well and I must ask, where did you learn how to swim so. .how do you say . . magnificently? It was like a mermaid, graceful and poised. Though, maybe calling you a mermaid isn't suiting." Adrian finished, but not before giving her a smile before his attention went back to the female he "pushed", nodding. Her powers were surely a sight to see and he couldn't anticipate the wonders and extent of such abilities. Truly, truly, unique and he wanted, no desired, to learn more."Let's get to work."

Kneeling down next to the girl's chest and shoulder, Adrian placed the heel one of his hands between her chest and his free hand on top. Keeping his elbows and hands straight as possible as he positioned his shoulders directly above his hands, he began to push against the red-haired female's chest using his weight as he pushed down 2 inches, doing 30 sets of 100 compressions per minute. Once he finished, he quickly placed his palm on the girl's forward and gently tilted her head back, opening the airway. Soon enough, Adrian pinched the girl's nose shut for the mouth-to-mouth, giving one first rescue breathe to make sure there was a rise in her chest. Once he saw there was one, he began his second one. Soon enough, he began to repeat the process: 30 sets of 100 compressions per minute and two rescue breathes. Once he finished the last 5 cycles with the last second rescue breathe, Adrian lifted up his head from the soft, lips he had been giving mouth-to-mouth to. Gently looking at the girl, Adrian's eyes softened, "Please," he whispered, feeling anxious at seeing the woman not stirring, "Sleeping beauty, wake up. We haven't been formally introduced. There's so much I wanted to know about you." He said to the girl as he leaned back, giving the girl space, worry creased his brows as he breathed heavily, his eyes reddened slightly. "You can't be dead." No, there was so much more to see and do.​