primadonna girl.

MIKAELA LARSEN ❥ twenty, junior, musical theater major, norwegian.

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VIVIAN.

Ian chuckled lightly. “I’m sure evolution and adaptation would fix that flaw in a few hundred years. Did you know giraffes were born with short necks? But most of their food was on the taller parts of trees so over time the giraffes with the slightly longer necks survived and the ones with the shorter necks died out.” She waved a hand next, “You’d probably have more space for actual useful information, pretty sure. But I do like the sound of that – someone’s personal Google. At least for marine life facts. I could get used to that.”

"Okay, what no I did not know that, either, damn giraffes. Honestly, how do you keep all this info inside your pretty little mind?” she questioned, but couldn’t really talk as she was the same, except her mind worked in the way of having thousands of lines of code memorised in her brain. The mind works in mysterious ways and all. “Vivian Sandvik— the world’s personal Marine Google. I think you could be onto something here. Money making business! I’ll make your website,” she joked with a wink.

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PHOEBE.

“What? Oh get wrecked, no it didn’t… I wasn’t even like, actually scared. It was just… unexpected, you know?” Phoebe tried to brush off the sore encounter she’d just had with the gruesome witch decoration that had just about made her jump out of her own skin with a shrill scream. She’d noticed in Norway that Halloween was a bit like it had been back home. It wasn’t exactly all-encompassing or widely locally accepted ( in some parts of town, it was like the holiday wasn’t even happening ) but in some hot spots like the downtown market area, it was indeed like a Halloween bomb had exploded. Small shops had their windows decorated, spiders and webs laced some of the alleys, protected from weather damage. And rounding an alley corner into the heart of a cafe courtyard had sat a giant Witch about Phoebe-sized that screamed at every person who walked by too close. “Shut up.” She added defensively for good measure, tucking her trembling fingers into her back jean pockets.

Nova smiled at Phoebe’s interaction and reaction to the witchy decoration she’d blatantly just run into. “Girl, I got you don’t even worry. I saw nothing okay, nothing at all,” she grinned with a not-so-subtle wink. She wasn’t about to let her friend suffer from embarrassment, was she now? Nova had been through enough of those kinds of situations in her life to know that they were never fun. “Not saying a thing didn’t say a thing,” she finished, miming zipping her lips before a smile crossed her lips. “They’ve really gone all out here, haven’t they? Like don’t get me wrong, I love getting into the spirit of holidays and whatnot ‘cause like duh, but is this too over the top...?” she trailed off in contemplation before shaking her head. “Who am I kidding. I love this kind of stuff, this is so not over the top. But for argument's sake, we’ll say the gruesome witch is a bit over the top– she can go.”

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SONYA.

Sonya flipped through the pages in the entertainment magazine. She pursed her lips as she skimmed through a review of a recent movie. When she heard someone nearby, Sonya smirked a little. “You know…Hollywood says their working on making things more ‘diverse’ and plan on having more women in their films, but they still don’t give a shit. They can’t even have a decent female villain without some boring backstory about how her lover has died or she had terrible parents. All that happens is that she gets fucked…both figuratively and literally. They’re just there to show off their tits and ass for male viewers to jerk off to,” she said. She flipped through the pages to see if there was anything else of interest, but of course there wasn’t. It was all garbage. “What do you think when you see me? Do I look like one of those flat, one dimensional femme fatales that are only in the film for tits and ass?” Sonya lowered her magazine to look the person next to her straight in the eye.

"Oh my god,” Nova exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table before her. Her smile was wide and eyes full of life and love for the statement that had just slipped from the other’s mouth. “I literally could not agree more. Especially with the way we’re developing in this century, like, hello? Females are capable of more than being a pretty face and boobs to look at. We’re smart and a majority of the time, honestly, we’re smarter than most men,” she shrugged, slouching back in her chair. At the question, she pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side as she mimed contemplation. “You look like you have some hell of a backstory to you. Real badass kind of look. If I passed you in a film I wouldn’t want to fuck with you, no way. Own it, girl,” she grinned. “I’d ask you the same question about me, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.” She frowned slightly at the thought – Nova knew the truth about herself, she was incredibly intelligent and her bank account showed that, but her bubbly personality and tendency to ramble tended to get lost in translation a lot of the time.

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VERA.

If there was anything that Vera hated most it was being made out to look like an idiot… and right now, that’s exactly how she felt she looked. The rain was gushing from gutters, soaking her right to the bone and it only appeared that the more she rummaged through her handbag, the painful truth was that she didn’t have her keys. For work, her car, or for her home. Coming to this sour conclusion just as a pair of eyes fell on her, she continued to stand indignantly in the rain, not really the type to ask for help. “Kan jeg hjelpe deg?” She shot finally, trying to remain civil but also trying to momentarily fend off hypothermia.

Getting caught in the rain was one thing that was not on Nova’s agenda for the day. A quick trip to the grocery store had turned into a mile long wait as everyone else seemed to have the idea to shop at the same time as she, and now the rain? It wasn’t her day, clearly, but ever the optimist, she wasn’t about to let it get to her. With water cascading down her body, usually curly hair now straight as it stuck to her skin, she had a helpless hand held above her eyes when she spied Vera up ahead, in the same state. Nova’s brows furrowed as she watched the girl rummage through her bag before the question was shot and she smiled softly. “Jeg tror det bedre spørsmålet er, kan jeg hjelpe deg?” she posed the question, cocking her head to the side. “I mean, I could be completely wrong cause like the rain is totally some people’s jam, but I’m gonna guess that standing rummaging through your bag while soaked isn’t a fun time?”

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VIVIAN.

“Did you know,” Ian begins, smile radiating from her lips. “That the blue whale is the largest animal to ever live in the entire history of Earth. Like, as in it’s the biggest thing to ever grace this planet, and we get to exist in the same time-span.” It’s hard for the blonde to keep the fascination out of her voice. “It can grow up to 33 meters long and weigh up to 190 tonnes.” Pausing for a brief moment, the next bit of information she’s going to divulge is quite possibly her favorite. “You want to know the coolest thing about them? Their incredible size is only possible because they’re aquatic animals. It’s all about the buoyancy of the seawater. If they were land animals they’d be crushed under their own weight! Isn’t that wild?”

Nova pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side as she listened to Ian talk. It was a wonder how she stored so much information regarding animals in her mind, and Nova was always in awe with every little thing that sprouted from her friend’s mouth. “I did not know that, but now I do and my life will never be the same, like damn? Can you imagine that sight if they were land animals and were crushed under their own weight? Just little puddle of these poor whale’s crushed in the street just– nope, cannot even picture it. We’ll leave them to their peaceful lives in the ocean, thank-you very much,” she finished her rambles with a definitive nod and a smile. “What would I do without you and all your facts? You’re like my own little personal Google. Real life Google.”

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MICHAEL.

Michael sits in the beach and sits on the blanket, watching as his little girl, Emily, plays quietly by herself in the sand. He almost wants to laugh as she enjoys herself while getting sand all over her clothes and even on her face and in her hair. She looks so happy.

He’ll admit, he was definitely reluctantly to move to such a small town in a brand new country, but now that he has, he doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t miss the hot summers of DC and the streets filled with tourist traffic. The noise and the politics are all behind him, too. It’s been the years since he left that life behind to live a nice life in Norway.

He’s taken out of his musings when he sees his active daughter suddenly stands up from the sand and starts running towards the boulders near them, intent on climbing them. “Be careful, Princess.” He calls out to her.

“I will!” She yells back, climbing on top of one of the boulders and jumping down, floating to the ground before doing it all over again and again. Since they’re alone, Michael let’s her have her fun with her gift, but still keeps an eye and ear out incase someone else comes.

With a smile on her lips, Nova wandered the path by the beach in her typical state – windswept hair, camera poised around her neck and way-too-big sunglasses over her eyes. It was a beautiful day, and she was never one to waste an opportunity to get out in the daylight with her camera for a little muck around photo session. Stopping along the water, she smiled as she looked out at the beach goers and took a step down onto the sand. Immediately, she raised the camera to her eyes and snapped a few shots, furrowing her brows as she saw, or thought she saw, an odd sight up ahead of a child flying almost through the air. Though, and she removed the lens from her eyes it was a child in the sand, and she figured her eyes must have been deceiving herself. She shrugged and looked down to find she’d stopped beside someone and grinned. “She your daughter?” she questioned, falling down into the sand herself beside the stranger; she never was one to care about what people thought of her, that wasn’t about to change now. “Force of nature she looks like. Think she’d like a little impromptu photo shoot? She’s absolutely gorgeous she is— how old is she?” she cut off suddenly, turning her gaze to the man. “I’m Nova by the way,” she introduced cheerily with a grin.

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adam → nova

Adam: Hey.

Adam: Party at mine this Saturday, you coming? It's gonna be a rager at the docks, a couple of my neighbors are in on it too. BYO winter woolies though, they say it's going to be fucking cold.

Adam: Unless u want something to fix that ;)

Nova: Who says rager these days how old are you again

Nova: I do NOT want something to fix that thank u very much you're nasty

Nova: unless the something to fix it is a bonfire? then I am 100000% down. anything else? get out, not interested. I'll come just for the heck of it though

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OPHELIA.

“You would think that working a morning shift at a coffee shop would be easy,” she fiddled with the machine that was currently on the fritz. “but that would be less than accurate.” She threw the hand towel over her shoulder and turned back to the counter. “What can I brew up for you today?”

"People in the morning who haven’t yet consumed their coffee would be the absolute worst forms of Satan to deal with. I worked in a cafe through college and it was hell, girl, like you’re a champion for this job,” she commented idly frowning slightly in sympathy at the machine that was not cooperating. She grinned, resting her hip against the counter as she browsed the menu. “Just an iced latte, thank-you! Although, you might see me back here to order another in a few hours, busy day and all.”

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MARGOT.

            “A model?” Margot scrunched up her nose slightly as she watched Nova – she let the blonde speak and finish her sentence, but she already knew what she was going to say before the other finished. The brunette never liked seeing her face on photos – she could handle it when she was younger, but nowadays, she preferred to stay as far away from photos as possible. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nova. I’d make a horrible model, and I don’t want to ruin your photos – or be the reason why you end up not getting all the work you deserve.”

"Yes, a model,” she repeated with a gleeful grin, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, her chin in the palm of her hands as she gazed at Margot. “Oh, don’t even start with that,” she began, waving her hand in Margot’s general direction. “You would in no way ruin any kind of photo. Have you looked in the mirror lately, my love? Stunning, you are. Your face would be an excellent accent to my portfolio,” she smiled slightly before slouching back in her chair. “I’m not going to force you though, obviously. I was joking about the begging, I’m not a pusher. It’s just been such a mission to find people, you know? Like, come on, who doesn’t want professional photos taken of them and not have to pay for them.” She was mostly joking, and the teasing smile on her lips was evidence of that. “Aside from my ‘woe is me’ dramatics, don’t ever put yourself down like that– you’re gorgeous my love, couldn’t ruin a single photo.”

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JOAQUIN.

Joaquin couldn’t help but wonder what it was about him that made others, especially chipper people, want to approach him. He pulled out the newspaper, trying to resume reading it when the younger woman responded to what he’d intended to be a conversation killer. He set the paper down and looked at the girl. “Then go to a different establishment and ask someone else to be your model. I’m sure there’s enough people in town who can match your vibe or aesthetic or whatever and doesn’t look like they’re in Vogue.” He waved his hand to her as a goodbye, but she continued talking, this time pointing to another girl who just came in. “Yes, she’s very pretty. Why don’t you go and ask her?” 

Nova’s gaze glanced down at the newspaper as the other pulled it out, and she wasn’t daft; she knew how to take a hint. But the fact that he was still responding was enough to egg her on and keep firing questions in his direction. “But this establishment is just flourishing with amazing faces. I’m sure I’ll find someone here, come on, look at everyone. They’re the picture perfect example of hipsters who don’t have that model-model look about them, you feel me?” she questioned, although she wasn’t even sure if she felt what she was saying herself. She pursed her lips as she took in the girl again and shook her head, turning back to him and decidedly ignoring the wave of his hand. “Eh, she looks like she’s in a mood, I won't disturb her.”

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EMILIA.

Emilia exhaled, relieved to hear Nova was open to absolving her any sort of obligation to model. When she thought modeling, she thought… well, modeling - the kind found in magazines and shows. Ending up in photos which weren’t gracefully candid and posing like she had things to flaunt made her feel far too awkward. She never thought she was particularly bad-looking, but instead found herself to be quite dull. Common. Emma never felt unique or stunning enough to show off her assets nor was she the type to like the idea either. 

She smiled and shrugged. “Well… I can’t see why not,” Emma huffed in amusement. “Finding things? People? That’s definitely more in my alley than posing.” She leaned closer, arms against the table. “What sort of project are you working on? Is it for pay or… just for fun? I still think it’s brilliant you actually get paid to do some stuff.” 

Nova grinned, straightening in her seat as she visibly brightened at Emilia’s agreement to help her. “Oh, you’re just the greatest. To be honest, I’m kind of with you on that side there too; the whole posing and modelling thing is just a bit—” she cut off, pulling a face at the thought of getting in front of the camera. She frowned to herself, momentarily, thinking she may have been a little bit of a hypocrite for asking others to model for her, before shaking her head; it was he job to photograph others. She smiled at Emilia’s comment, shrugging her shoulders slightly, “It’s pretty cool to be able to turn your passions into an income, that’s for sure. Sometimes though, I kind of wish I still did it just for fun? ‘cause like, it can get stressful, obviously and you don’t want to lose your love for the thing you love the most. Does that make sense?” she questioned with pursed lips before shaking her head. “Totally off topic. I was just going to do it for free, because I’m trying to build my own profile and all, so obviously I don’t want people to pay for that. And I’ll still give them the shots I take because that’s just the way I roll,” she rambled with a smile. “But I’m still trying to think of a few locations for the setting. Any suggestions?”

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BILLIE.

Billie raised an eyebrow once the other began talking, not quite sure how to feel about the proposal. She was usually the kind of person that preferred settling in a position behind the camera rather than putting herself in front of it, but she couldn’t refuse a friend who was clearly in desperate need. However, Billie wouldn’t have been herself if she didn’t at least try to cut some sort of deal, even if only for the thrill of it. “Even though the begging and kneeling part sounds quite intriguing, I am not interested. However, you might be able to change my mind if you allow Chewie to join. I mean, yeah, he is cute but far from little so he might bring something new to the table. He is a huge diva though so if you really wanna deal with that I would advise you to bring some treats. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; a motto Chewie lives by.” she laughed, grinning at Nova while the huge Newfoundland next to them perked his ears and looked up at the two girls.

Nova tilted her chin upward as she regarded Billie, a small smile playing on her lips as she spoke of her offer. Her gaze cut down to the lovable dog perched down beside them and couldn’t help the full-blown grin that wiped over her lips. She reached her hand out, patting the dog on the head before turning her gaze back up to Billie. “You offer something that I could definitely work with. That may even get more people to hire me – everyone loves dogs, right? So showcasing your pretty face and this beautiful pup’s face, I can only imagine, would be a great success. And!–” she cut off mid-sentence, pointing at Billie for a moment before snapping her fingers together. “And you’ll get some personalised shots of you and Chewie. Like, win-win? Yes or yes? Maybe? I will literally hand-bake treats for him.”

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PHOEBE.

It wasn’t like Phoebe had no sustainable level of self-confidence, at least to do with her exoskeletal shell. But she did live in a soft state of discomfort with herself, mostly due to the fact that she wasn’t like most human girls and the chemicals in her head were all totally unbalanced.  The doctor her mother had taken her to when they’d first moved to Norway seemed to project a false sense of understanding, reading off statistics about Silvers and how common it was for them to be depressed given their difficult and unusual standards of living. Phoebe wondered how he even had those numbers, but hadn’t asked and instead, had just accepted the prescription that was supposed to help her feel better. And on some days, they did, they really helped. On others though, she wallowed in loneliness and gloom. But due to the fact that she had very minimal friends in Norway thus far, it wasn’t as if there were many people to notice. She tried not to let it leech onto Nova especially of all people, because she was radiant and bubbly, and so Phoebe only wanted to be the same. “It’s going so good, I’m so proud of us to be honest. Like, I knew we’d be able to do something with it but it’s gotten so big so quick.” Given that Phoebe had only been in Norway since last Christmas, and they’d only made the club at the start of spring, it was amazing to watch it grow. “I say put a post in the group, see if there’s any takers? For a real laugh, you could try and harass my brother. He’d be worse than I am and if you convinced him, then I’d say Hell is definitely getting frosty.”

Nova’s grin widened to an almost colossal rate at Phoebe’s confirmation of the club doing well. It was no secret that Nova had been successful in her life so far; she knew it, but she wasn’t one to go around flaunting it. Having these smaller kinds of successes would naturally seem a little less exciting to her, considering all, however they were the most exciting of all – especially due to the fact that she was able to share the success with Phoebe. It was one thing to be successful on your own, but Nova had grown up mostly sticking to herself, so it was an exciting feeling for her being able to actually share something with someone. “I’m so proud of us too! It really has, it’s kind of baffling to think about how much more it could expand in the future, as well,” she agreed with Phoebe, nodding her head along. They’d blown up pretty fast and Nova, always one for a challenge, was up for more expansion. “I might take you up on that, I reckon my dazzling personality might win him over and convince him to help me,” she grinned with a subtle wink before laughing, a small shake of her head. “Putting it up in the group’s a good idea. Someone is sure to take the bait and help little ol’ me out,” she pouted.

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               attn: @morganxlindberg

“You know,” Nova began as she half-skipped, half-walked down the dock to meet Morgan. A grin rose on her lips, her head quirking to the side with a sparkle in her eyes that screamed pure excitement. “You truly have the best job. Being out at sea, having your own boat and all that jazz? Amazing. I’d kill for my own boat – well, not kill, but I probably would kill someone if I did have access to a boat. I can’t imagine me driving one would go down too well,” she rambled with a wave of her hand before grinning at Morgan. By now, he had to be used to her tendencies to go off on a tangent that made absolutely no sense half of the time. It was just a Nova Thing, and if one was close to her, they knew it. “Weather’s pretty today. I’m dying for some killer pictures,” she commented as they neared the boat. 

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 PORTER.

                    Brows furrowed into a tight v-shape, leaning forward on the table himself, growing rather interested in where the conversation was gonna go. Playing with the rim of his nearly empty coffee cup, he remained silent as the words started to process. “A model?” He repeated, almost like was clarification of him understanding and he wasn’t dozing off elsewhere. “My face?” Porter questioned, a chuckle slipping off his tongue as he carefully focused on the other. Was this an early April Fools joke? Helplessly blinking his hues, wondering if he was seeing her correctly and understanding her words. He was still here at the diner, in his usual spot with his half empty cup of coffee. “I have no modeling experiences whatsoever. Are you sure this is a wise choice for our portfolio?” A puzzled look coated his demeanor, knowing he had far too many seconds to process this. “Listen, I’m no David Beckham. How are you sure this is going to be a wise choice?” The thought danced around his mind. “Okay, don’t get on your knees.” Immediately her words caused him to respond, sighing heavily before his hand rubbed over his temple, mumbling, “Fine. I’ll help you out.” 

"Yes, your face, yes a model, yes you’re perfect, etcetera, etcetera...” she repeated the words back to him, eyes dropping down to where he’d begun to play with the rim of the coffee cup. She was throwing it out on a whim here, asking anyone and everyone she knew – or didn’t know – to see if they’d budge. “I don’t need anyone who’s had modelling experience, in fact, it would be better if it was someone who didn’t have any experience now that I think about it,” she began, sitting up straighter in her chair as she pursed her lips and focused her gaze on him. “Like, the reason I want pictures of people is to show others who’d like to book me as a photographer for whatever reason is that I can work with anyone. Take pictures of anyone, despite modelling experience. Like, that makes sense right? It makes sense to me, anyway—” she cut off with a wave of a hand, immediately slinking back in her chair as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip, a nervous tick. She grinned at his reaction, clapping her hands excitedly as he agreed. “Awesome! Seriously, you will not regret. Like, come on, I’m gonna take professional pictures of you and you don’t even need to pay for them, is this not perfect? Right? Right?” she grinned. “Anyway. Thank you, you’re a godsend, for real. And for what it’s worth, don’t sell yourself short; you’ve got a pretty good looking face, mister.”