don't call me angel.

adelina delmar. twenty. local.

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armstrong, june.

june had no one to blame but herself for how hopeless she was with the spanish language - don’t even get her started on catalan - especially knowing that she’d had the entire summer to prepare. but the word for brownie was the same in english and spanish, and it had her hooked instantly; eyes shooting up to see who was offering. her smile was brilliant before she knew what was happening, taking one of the artfully decorated sweets from the table. “alright! i’m starving, how’d you know? muchas gracias,” she said, trying to save herself by tacking on that little bit of spanish. someday she’d remember to practice her spanish when she went out, she really would.

she’d already taken a bite out of the brownie and was reveling in the taste of the chocolate when she read the banner. “bible study?” she asked after having to think of the words for an embarrassingly long time (definitely not thinking it had something to do with the library, because that would be sad). it had her thinking back to her life in newcastle, where she was known as the religiously-rebellious daughter of two theology professors. “i haven’t cracked open a bible in… seven years, now? the oldies would be proud, but i think they’d also die of surprise.”

a smile tore through adelina’s lips as june took the bait. adelina mentally shook her head, no it wasn’t bait. “ ¡sí, por favor, toma uno! ”  she was doing this out of kindness and the brownies worked as an ice breaker. “ this sun took some time getting used to and i’ve always found that food helped me combat the exhaustion. ese… y sangría. ” she gave a subtle wink.

“ yes! are you familiar with our lord? ” seeing june decipher the sign gave adelina hope. getting anyone to join her club had been a fruitful challenge. a whole school year had passed and she hadn’t had anything to show of it, adelina was hoping that in her second year her bible study club take flight. or at least she would become financially independent so she could stop bible-thumping. as june continued to speak, adelina’s grin wavered slightly but she it wouldn’t stop her. “ i don’t think killing them would too christian-like. but god’s arms are always open if you choose to return home. ” adelina’s eyes lingered on her brownies. damn, they did look good. a bite couldn’t hurt. grabbing a brownie and biting a chunk of out of it she turned to june. “ what has stopped you from continuing a journey with the big guy? ”

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wagner, martina.

            “ an umbrella ?? ” the redhead repeated, eyebrows furrowing and a pout forming on her lips as her brain processed adelina’s words; soon a smile appearing on her lips and pointed to the other girl, “ smart. i like your style and might steal the idea sometime. ” her eyes studied the other girl up and down, the colored paper on her hand catching her attention and martina nodded at it, “ what is the organization ?? ” she asked, patting the grass beside her for adelina to sit, “ unfortunately, i have an attention span of a goldfish depending on the explanation, so please make your case as entertaining as possible and i might join. i must say you are halfway there because i liked your early idea. ”

--- “ SI. ” adelina’s eyes briefly glanced at the redhead’s fair arm. the girl had grown accustomed to the barcelona sun, but she was familiar with occasionally carrying around an umbrella. without having to even bring up her bible study, martina had spotted the flyers grasped between adelina’s fingers. with a grin, she plopped herself onto the grass joining martina. “ simply put, jesús. ” she theatrically pushed her hands up as she mentioned jesus. “ estudio de la biblia but, as a local student, i thought i could also offer some knowledge of barcelona. ” she shrugged casually, “ i’m familiar with the area, and it didn’t seem fair to potentially watch exchange students struggle with their new terrain.” like a cat curled into a sun spot, adelina closed her eyes as the sun warmed her skin, “ have you ever visited barcelona before? ” 

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--- A bead of sweat rolled down adelina’s neck bringing a shiver down her spine. the girl is nestled between two busy booths. her eyes linger on the laughs and smiles of the students who are casually chatting with the booth’s representatives. her ears picked up a blend of languages within the roaring crowd. mostly spanish and english, but every once and a while she’d hear a catalan phrase rolling off someone’s lips. with the sun being the only thing hovering over her booth, adelina knew that it was obvious that the flow of traffic to her table was near nonexistent. the hands of time still marched forward, and adelina knew it was to pull out all the tricks.

ducking under her table and pulling up her handmade ‘estudio de la biblia ’ banner, she reached for a platter of brownies. as she placed them at the corner of her table, a triumphant grin pulled across adelina’s lips. she had been busy last night creating a neat trail of rainbow candies in the shape of a cross on each one. just as she was determined to make the brownies look beautiful, she would get students to join her bible study. adrenaline pulsed through her veins as she attempted to lure in a random body passing by, “ ¿Quieres un brownie? ”

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de rossi, luca

                ◟◦ to  cover  the  scent  of  cigarettes  on  his  clothing  ,  he’s  charmed  an  exchange  student  into  spritzing  him  with  her  rose  scented  body  spray  ;  and  he’s  settled  into  another  bench  ,  fingers  fidgeting  with  a  pack  of  cigarettes  that  he  knows  only  makes  him  look  like  a  loser.  it’s  twenty-nineteen  ,  he  remembers  a  girl  telling  him  this  summer  ,  who  still  smokes  real  cigarettes  ?  his  tongue  swipes  across  his  lips  ,  wiping  away  any  trace  of  a  smile  that’s  appeared  on  his  lips  that’ve  come  with  the  memory.  his  head  rises  as  his  eyes  land  on  a  wallet  ,  simple  ,  small  ,  brown  –  and  unfortunately  ,  by  his  feet.  he  pockets  the  pack  his  coarse  fingers  are  holding  and  picks  up  the  wallet  ,  turning  to  the  nearest  person.  ‘  hey  ,  is  this  yours  ?  ’  he  asks  ,  resisting  his  urge  to  just  open  it  up  and  see  what’s  inside.

--- OF course she had forgotten her phone. her day would have been just too easy if everything went according to plan. instead of standing on campus speaking to new students about her religious club, she was tearing through the streets of barcelona. with her flyers tucked into her elbow, adelina paused to catch her breath. suddenly a voice called out, pulling her attention way from her task at hand. with furrowed brows she stared at the brunette. he seemed too leisurely stretched across the bench to be a tourist. he seemed familiar enough, maybe they had shared a class together. she glances to his extended arm, a brown wallet resting between his fingers. “ i can’t say that it is. ” she tilts her head, “ this park is close enough to campus, i can turn it in to campus security. ”

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kim, tobias.

HE'D  FOUND  A  small,  quiet  bar  in  the  middle  of  the  city  the  day  he  arrived  in  barcelona,  and  he’d  spent  every  day  there  since.  it  was  early,  too  early,  for  drinking  such  strong  liquor,  but  tobias  didn’t  care.  he  also  knew  that  the  stupid  recruitment  fair  was  happening,  and  he  should  probably  show  his  face,  but  he  wasn’t  in  the  proper  frame  of  mind  to  interact  with  his  fellow  students.  not  yet.  he'd  received  (  and  ignored  )  so  many  text  and  voice  messages  from  various  people,  mostly  his  brother,  in  korea,  that  morning  and  he  needed  the  distraction  that  only  alcohol  could  provide.  his  elbows  were  leaned  against  the  table  as  he  nursed  his  favorite  drink  ,  munched  on  tapas  and  people-watched.  he  took  another  sip  as  his  eyes  locked  onto  the  person  sitting  at  the  table  next  to  his  ,  alone.  ❝  can  i  get  you  a  drink  ?  ❞  

--- SHE wasn’t giving up. adelina was merely... taking a break. she had approached the morning with ambition but the spanish sun and campaigning for her club was tiring. adelina found herself wandering the streets of barcelona, attempting to get away from the crowds of students and tourists. she slumped into a booth and before long a waiter approached. mindlessly, she took a menu and began to blankly stare at it. the menu’s words were just beginning to blur together when a voice pulled her out of her trance. glancing to her left she noticed an unfamiliar face, “ gracias, but no. ” she gave a kind smile, “ or at least i have to get through the day before i can indulge. ”

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wagner, martina.

instead of checking out the booths to gather intel on what organization would be graced by her giddy personality, the redhead was lying down on the grass; with the rest of what it was a cold brew on one hand and her phone on the other as she mindless scrolled through her social media with no intention other than to get a little entertainment. maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to stay out in the sun when you had pale skin, but martina was known for having bold and borderline stupid ideas and that was exactly it; so when a sudden shade appeared, her eyes rose from her phone and a shameless smile painted on her nude-colored lips. “ is someone feeling shady today ?? ” marty joked as her torso raised, causing her elbows to flex to sustain her upper body weight. “ please don’t tell me you are here to talk to me about one of the orgs; i still haven’t decided and i will only pick on the last day of applications because of who i am as a person. “

--- ADELINA had successfully passed out about a third of her flyers but the flow of students to her booth was beginning to dwindle. having been tied to her table since noon, a feeling of unease was beginning to set in. many students breezed past her booth, tapping away at their phones while others that approached were eager to know more until adelina mentioned a religious aspect to her group. she couldn’t accept no for an answer anymore, time was ticking and if the people wouldn’t come to her, she’d go to them. adelina’s eyes glanced through the courtyard before a flash of red caught her attention and like a hummingbird, adelina fluttered forward. a smile crossed her lips as the redhead spoke, maybe adelina wasn’t as subtle approaching as she had originally thought. adelina hadn’t planned out a conversation. the girl had engaged in english, and adelina needed to make a good first impression, so english it was.   “ i was more so shocked that you don’t have an umbrella. barcelona is littered with tourist traps. ” 

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…“I get high on god”

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The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair (2018—) Created by Jean-Jacques Annaud 

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( kristine froseth, cis-female, she/her )  — - ̗̀ it was great seeing ADELINA DELMAR around barcelona today! the TWENTY year old is originally from perpignan, france but they’re here to study chemical engineering as a LOCAL STUDENT. i heard the SECOND YEAR got into barcelona university because they’re radiant, but some say they can also be insincere. no wonder people are starting to call them THE MISSIONARY.  

When reflecting upon her childhood, Adelina can’t remember anything more than the warmth of her adoptive family’s love and the weight of a cross hanging firmly upon her neck. Graced with angelic features and doll like eyes, the Delmar’s were sure that Adelina was heaven sent. With God as their pillar, the Delmar’s were permanently knelt at their heavenly Father’s alter. The Delmar’s relationship with God ran deeper than the veins in Adelina’s body. Hours upon hours were dedicated to praying and spending time at the local church but with every holy breath Adelina took, she couldn’t help but feel wrong. Her parents described having a beautiful relationship with God but no matter how hard Adelina squeezed her eyes shut, she only found emptiness.

Adelina never mentioned her lack of belief, she could obviously see how much attending church meant to her parents, and she was so thankful to be apart of their lives. And so Adelina breezed through the sacraments of her church and excelled in every course in private religious schooling and she was on the track to attend a university in England. But just a few months before she was to leave for university, things took a turn for the worse. Adelina and her childhood best friend were drunkenly celebrating finishing their schooling when Adelina revealed she was thrilled to no longer have a religious obligation. Within the blink of an eye, it was the next morning and who Adelina considered to be her best friend informed the Delmar’s about Adelina’s drunken confession. With emotions high and a slight hangover, Adelina confessed her unholy truth. Her parents were more calm than she had ever seen them when they gave her two options; she could leave or she could attend Barcelona University and continue her studies as a chemical engineering student. She had no other options and so Little Adelina worked at church for the rest of the summer and when the time came she packed up her bags and relocated to the dorms in Barcelona.

With her aunt as a professor at the university, Adelina has been kept under a close eye for the past year. But quickly into her second semester of schooling Adelina discovered a new, raw passion of art. While attending the class, Adelina found herself challenged in way that she hadn’t ever been before. With this new found expression of her emotions, Adelina is torn knowing that she is unable to study her passion. Adelina can hide her art classes with the excuse of just completing her prerequisites but she isn’t how much longer that excuse will work before her aunt catches on and reports back to her parents.

Adelina’s parents act almost as if the whole ordeal never happened, but she sees a deep sadness within her mother’s eyes and disapproval within her father’s gaze. Her emotions have been thrown into overdrive after she overheard a conversation between her parents and her aunt; they were considering no longer financially supporting Adelina. With the stench of desperation following her every move, Adelina has organized a club for students looking to strengthen their relationship with God. But as the only steady member of the club, Adelina was ironical enough, praying for a miracle… until she found one, a group of thirty exchange students were coming to Barcelona. She would sweep a couple of the students under her wing and get them to join her religious club. Adelina would get them to fall in love with Barcelona and because she will have created a beautiful community, they’d never want to leave. As much as Adelina longs to be free and not have to go through the charades of convincing new students to join her religious club, she knows that she has no choice. A dainty cross presses against Adelina’s chest, pulsating with every heartbeat as a reminder that her chains are still bound.

PINTEREST BOARD; 

hi i’m lili and i’m in the CST!

this is my lil child adelina/lina. adelina is a pisces sun, aquarius moon and cancer rising.

im going to be working on connections for adelina but currently there’s an open spot of adelina’s childhood best friend (local) who told her parents about adelina’s disbelief in god. this would entail some great angst of betrayal.

adelina needs friends but she’s also trying to save her ass by getting students to join her religious club in order to continue her time studying at BU. PM me if you want to plot bc i always want to plot!