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penned by madde ( 27, gmt, she+her )

I. ORFEO NERI. twenty - nine. b2b salesman, capri regular. giuseppe maggio.

II. FEYZA KESKIN. thirty - three. radiologist, capri regular. neslihan atagül.

replies owed: 0 ! character basics under the cut !

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open starter ! — @capritownstarters

" okay so, uhm... " she was keeping her hands a safe distance away from the rest of her body. she had not touched her phone in two hours. the phone was relatively uncontaminated. " i don't know if i can wait for shawn mendes. i haven't found soap anywhere and all of the hand sanitizers i've touched have been empty ! " the last word was nearly screamed, a very faint sob escaped feyza. " i feel so dirty, it is not funny. not funny. this is like the definition of ' eww '. and i very rarely deem something eww. "

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𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿,                    𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈         :         @capritownstarters anyone.    ⤷          𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧        :      sunset stage.

the  festival  seems  even  busier  now  that  the  sun  has  started  sinking  lower,  every  narrow  street  spilling  over  with  people  drifting  between  music  stages,  food  stalls,  and  little  clusters  of  laughter.  somehow,  in  a  moment  of  questionable  confidence,  alana  decides  she  can  absolutely  carry  two  icy  lemon  spritzes  through  the  crowd  with  only  one  free  hand  while  balancing  her  phone  and  sunglasses  in  the  other.  she’s  halfway  to  proving  herself  right  when  someone’s  shoulder  clips  hers  just  enough  for  both  glasses  to  tilt  dangerously,  bright  citrus  sloshing  over  the  rims  as  she  performs  what  can  only  be  described  as  an  overly  dramatic  dance  routine  to  keep  them  upright.  somehow  …  miraculously…  not  a  single  drop  lands  on  the  ground.  she  freezes  for  a  second,  blinking  down  at  the  perfectly  intact  drinks  before  letting  out  an  incredulous  laugh.  “  that,  “  she  declares  proudly  to  absolutely  nobody  in  particular,  lifting  both  glasses  like  trophies,  “  deserves  some  kind  of  public  recognition,  “  only  then  does  she  notice  the  person  she’d  nearly  crashed  into  still  standing  there,  and  the  confidence  melts  into  sheepish  amusement.  “  i’m  so  sorry,  “  she  says  with  a  grin,  extending  one  of  the  drinks  toward  them  without  thinking.  “  i  almost  baptized  you  in  limoncello,  so  i  feel  like  festival  etiquette  says  i  either  buy  your  forgiveness  …  or  at  least  let  you  pretend  you  saved  these,  “

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" well, i... for one, i am traumatized. " he wasn't exactly slurring his words but somehow his italian accent had became so thick that some of the words sounded italian gibberish rather than poorly pronounced english. " you forced me to take un step. un. " he held up his forefinger. " next you'll have me run a marathon. " if his expression had been on the serious side, now a wide grin cracked onto his face at the offer of the drink. " eeeh... you're not trying to ruin my night, are you ? " the glass was snatched from her hand far quicker than was polite. " i was told to stop drinking two cuba libres ago. this... this doesn't count. this is a yellow drink. you know how the rules are different for yellow things. "

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#        located at lush stage waiting for flo set — @capritownstarters

" i'm sooooo excited to see bernie on stage! isn't that so exciting that people at his age can still achieve their dreams? like! if you really put your mind and body into anything, you can really change the direction of your life! it's like in the laws of manifesting! that's sooooo inspiring! "

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" sure. amazing. " he tilted his head at her, dramatically suspicious look on his face. " i didn't know you were into older guys. is it the silver hue that gets you going ? he's well preserved but i doubt he has many good years left on those knees. " why was a random man going to be on the stage and why did his name sound like he was a peppa pig character ?

[giandvja]

— 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 , location : near the lush stage , featuring : open to anyone down to play detective !

the walkway isn't particularly crowded. people are drifting between stages, with some minutes to spare before the headliners take stage. he notices the patch of worn leather before anyone else does, half-buried in the sand. " woah, woah, wait– " his hand catches their arm lightly, just before their shoe comes down. " someone's night's just taken a very expensive turn, eh ? " he crouches to retrieve the wallet, brushing off the sand with the back of his hand before glancing back up. " got five minutes ? we find the owner, earn ourselves a bit of good karma ? " @capritownstarters

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" shit — " he looks to kwame, eagerly waiting for him to open the wallet to see if there's any cash. " five minutes? there's too many fucking people! it'll take us all night! i say, we pocket the cash, drop it at the lost and found and get drinks. otherwise this scavenger hunt is gonna make us miss the ravyn lenae set. " he already missed the flo set because niya held him hostage at kid laroi.

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" or, and hear me out on this, we make it into a competition ? whoever finds the owner first gets his drinks paid for by the losers ? " he has no reason to be this confident but something deep inside him is telling him he will stumble upon the right person before his friends. it's either his heart or his drunk mind. either way, he knows it's the truth. lady fortuna will lead him for certain ! [ @giandvja ]

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ORFEO NERI was probably the first person with the solemare tickets on his ticket master account. he has waited for the weekend like a child waits for the christmas day. he was very brave with his outfits. on the third day he really went out of his comfort zone and wore a dark linen shirt with a breast pocket !

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FEYZA KESKIN is not a regular festival goer but what kind of a monster would miss out on a local event ? she also had more than a few new summer clothes stored in her wardrobe, waiting for the perfect opportunity... she knows maybe five artists but that doesn't stop her from enjoying the days !

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(  giuseppe  maggio,  cismale,  he  +  him,  levitating  +  muse  18  )  🐬  ⋆｡˚  what’s  the  word  around  orfeo  neri  in  capri  these  days  ?  don’t  look  at  me  like  that,  you  know  them  —  they  go  by  fio,  you  know,  the  twenty  -  nine  year  old  coastal  regular.  you  can  probably  spot  them  at  club  rosanova,  having  their  coffee  gelato  and  taking  a  break  from  being  a  b2b  salesman,  where  people  describe  them  as  short-sighted  and  reckless,  but  others  swear  they’re  cheerful  and  charming  if  you  catch  them  at  the  right  moment.  they  fit  somewhere  between  cigarette  stumps  in  a  crystal  ashtray,  all  black  wardrobe,  red  eyes,  though  most  people  associate  them  with  dark  curls  locked  in  place  with  (  too  much  )  hairgel.

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.

there are two things to know about orfeo. one, he has never needed anything, and two, he has always wanted everything. orfeo's father was a successful business man and that meant orfeo's life was easy. he saw a toy in the store, it was bought for him. he wanted to become a world-renown football player ? he had fancy gear and a spot in the little league — only to get bored of the training in three months. he showed interest in photography ? he had a professional camera and fifteen lenses. only to use the camera thrice.

because everything was so easy, orfeo was chronically bored. fun and exciting activities did not feel so when they were weekly occurrences. it was around the time when orfeo was starting first grade that he learnt about his half-sister, nova. suddenly his perfect and uneventful life had a twist. even as a young child, he realized how big a secret nova's existence had been.

for the first time in his life, he had a hard time getting what he wanted. getting to meet nova took weeks of whining, screaming, and angry looks. what finally made his parents bend to his will was his hunger strike. he sat at the family table through the long italian dinners without eating a single thing. his nonna was devastated and worried. he hadn't thought of utilizing his grandmother but it worked in his favour anyways. three missed dinners ( he ate cookies in his room in secret ) made his mother organize a meeting with nova.

nova was a good influence in his life. she took things a bit more seriously, she knew the value of things, and was unwilling to treat him with excessive softness. orfeo is convinced he would have ended up drinking himself to death before the age of 21 if nova hadn't come into his life.

he attended the università cattolica del sacro cuore in milan for his business degree. it's where he grew close to val. the two of them enable each other and one bad decision turns into a collection of bad decisions. a night out with val is the opposite of boring, an invitation from val is a shot of adrenaline. he is hooked on her and there is nothing to be done.

with both val and nova living on capri, orfeo has become a semi-permanent resident of the island. he enjoys the laid back attitude of the island very much. he splits his time between milan and capri. it's mainly business meetings that force him to travel to lombardy.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

half-sister ; nova abayon

partner-in-crime ; valentina pagani

more to be added !

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(  neslihan  atagül,  cisfemale,  she  +  her,  purple  +  muse  15  )  🐬  ⋆｡˚  what’s  the  word  around  feyza  keskin  in  capri  these  days  ?  don’t  look  at  me  like  that,   you  know  them  —  they  go  by  feyza,   you  know,   the  thirty - three  year  old  coastal  regular.   you  can  probably  spot  them  at  porto  velluto,   having  their  rose  gelato  and  taking  a  break  from  being  a  radiologist,  where  people  describe  them  as  self-involved  and  anxious,   but  others  swear  they’re  passionate  and  well-meaning  if  you  catch  them  at  the  right  moment.   they  fit  somewhere  between  red  crescent  marks  on  palms,  green  fluttering  fabric  in  the  wind,  dark  rooms  with  a  screen  on  100%  brightness,  1  litre  coffee  mugs,   though  most  people  associate  them  with  sentences  filled  with  crutch  words  and  without  definite  ends. 

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.

feyza was born in istanbul, turkey. she was the second child in the family and eventually became a big sister to two younger siblings. growing up, she felt like everything about her life was average. her family wasn't wealthy but they weren't poor. she wasn't an only child but she didn't have ten siblings. she didn't get the best grades but she didn't get the worst grades. she wasn't the most popular girl in class but she wasn't bullied. everything about feyza keskin was so average that it nearly drove her mad as a teenager.

feyza wanted to be something remarkable. she wanted people to remember her laugh or smile, remember what she had to say. she wanted to have cool stories to share. she wanted people to think that her life had substance. she needed to prove to the world that she wasn't just one of many but a unique soul, a one-of-a-kind person.

becoming a STEM major did not exactly fit with feyza's idealistic dreams but it was the one thing she felt like she was better than average at. her parents wanted her to get a useful degree too, one that would get her a steady job. despite being a bit of a dreamer, feyza agreed. she needed a promise of a career. she liked chemistry & biology. she had a terrible posture from sitting at her computer for hours, and she liked how black and white hard sciences were. what other options did she have ? off to med school she went !

in her family having a life plan was of utmost importance. she never questioned how her life was just a series of things to accomplish, a long line of milestones that she was in a hurry to pass.

finishing med school made her stop and look around for the first time in adulthood. her friends were living fulfilling lives and all feyza had was a certificate. she went into panic mode: her life had little to no substance ! she needed to get the hell out of istanbul and see what the world had to offer ! she was becoming boring and unremarkable, her very own nightmare.

feyza went and completed her residency in münich and ended up relocating to southern france quite soon after completing her residency. she tells everyone she nearly died in germany because she was so far away from a sea. she needs the turquoise water in her life every day.

she has been capri's frequent visitor for six years. she stumbled upon the place on one of her solo trips, fell in love, and has returned once or twice each year. she planned on dragging all of her friends onto the island but when the first friends' trip ended in a disaster, she made capri her own little secret. she can work remotely nowadays, which means she sometimes extends her stays and stays for several weeks.

she's returned once again and is determined to bake in the sun until she herself is a ball of uv rays.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

to be added !