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[destroyingxolympus]

#destroyingxolympus a independent indie multi-muse

roster : Archer Westley, Daphne Harlow, Ozzy De'Gomez, Ravina Peirce, Valentine Knightly private dolls: Libby Rhodes, Scout Beamount

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Closed Starter for: @burningxheaven Who: Valentine & Neo Where: Some stupid party they all had to attend Why: Because I can!

"Well, well. Fancy meeting you here." Valentine slinked up to the bar like a devious vixen, her petite frame leaning effortlessly against the sleek marble. Chocolate-hued eyes studied him, predator watching predator, each waiting for the other to strike. It had been months since they'd seen each other, months marked by a few embarrassing incidents that had splashed across more than a few tabloids. Shifting, she pressed her back against the bar top, cocking her head to the side like a curious feline before cherry-frosted lips parted.

"You gonna shoot me, big boy?"

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Surprise Starter for: @scarsrcmain Where: Jason's Place When: Three weeks after the Pit.

Ravina had gone MIA for a few weeks, losing herself in the wilderness beyond the city limits. Running was her escape. Letting her wrath consume her was easier. That was how she had always dealt with her emotions: they surged to the surface, overpowering everything, dictating every action that followed. Yet even as she poured that anger into pure, physical destruction, the dull ache in her chest refused to fade.

Yet now she stood in front of his door, twigs and leaves trapped in chocolate ringlets, crimson-coated knuckles, and muddy shoes. Ravina couldn't tell you what day it was. And the time? All she knew was that it was dark out, and the moon had cast a haunting glow across the metropolis.

A wrecked fist lifts, colliding with the door three times.

[femmelilies]

Open to: f / m / nb muse: sabrina. reality tv star.

@indiestarter

│ “when have I ever let you down . . .?” Sabrina spoke with that all knowing smile. as if she knew something about this club and this night that they didn’t. a manicured hand cupped around a flame, lighting a cigarette as they joined a packed line of hopefuls. not for long…

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"Hmm, do we really want to dive into that right now?" The crimson-haired socialite muses, offering a kittenish grin as they approach what appears to be an endless line of inadequately bedecked individuals, all hoping to fill their evening with booze, music, and a chance to get lucky. "But judging by that wicked little gleam in your eye, I’m guessing we’re in for some fun?" They’d better be; Valentine was dressed to kill and more than ready to play.

[destroyingxolympus]

Closed Starter: @burningxheaven Where: Dive Bar

It was both awkward and comforting being around her sister. She felt connected to her, yet Brooklyn was a stranger now, no longer the older sister she'd once shared a bond with. The realization left the younger Pierce sibling feeling muddled, lost in a tangle of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend. "Cool, cool… yeah." Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she slowly rocked back and forth on the heels of her worn Vans. "Me? Just chilling… you know." She sighed, then quickly added, "You hear about what happened at the pit the other night?" A sickening feeling washed over her as the flashes returned, sending her back to that moment.

"I don't want to go into details… I just.. I want to say I'm sorry." The apology lingered in the air before Rav finally turned to take in her sister. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

[burningxheaven]

Neo still remembers the last day they spent together. A win from a big game, her asking to hold off celebrating and go back to his place for some alone time before the partying began. He didn't know that would be the last time he saw her. He was just shy of graduating, already drafted for his dream team in the NHL. It ripped him apart, more than he would ever let her or anyone else know.

He went on to join the NHL and he had a few good seasons with his former team. But now he was in a new city, new apartment, new arena and a new team. He was drafted and now he was starting all over again making bonds, building relationships with his teammates and coaches. Neo was scrolling on his phone when his name was called out, the voice was soft, yet familiar. And when his head snapped up, his eyes meeting her's there were flames growing inside him, on the verge of escaping. His head tilted to the side in disbelief, utter shock written between his face for a split second before he schooled it in. "Libby?"

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Seeing that face, not on a TV screen or a phone, she froze. It was him. Older now, somehow even more attractive than she remembered. Those oceans of cobalt eyes, the very same she used to drown in. Sharp, chiseled features and that deep, resonant voice that had haunted her fantasies and called to her at night… And here he was, saying her name as if it were the first time.

"Neo…" Ivory sank into the tender flesh of her lower lip, delicate fingers constricting around her clipboard. "You'll be with me today." But the words tremor, her breathing a struggle to settle. "Um, this way, please…"

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Closed Starter For: @burningxheaven Who: Libby & Neo Where: Physical therapy spa When: Re-meeting after three & a half years.

Avoiding Neo Mancuso had been a battle. For three and a half years, she had done nothing but try to remain invisible, a shadow of the past, better forgotten than remembered. That hadn’t stopped her from missing him every day that slipped by. But fate was cruel. Despite all her efforts, they were now on the same team, and she could no longer remain a whisper.

"Mancuso," Glassy hues goggled at the back of his head, her heart enmeshed violently behind her ribcage, the sound reverberating in her ears. "-you're next…"