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VERA brightened at the first question from the customer. she waved off the other waiter who was about to grab a menu and took it from them as she started to ramble, “the cheese saganaki or dolmades is a great starter. we also have a great crab salad. our pastitsio is very popular, or any dish with the lamb or cod.” once vera started to talk about the dishes, it was difficult to get her to stop. “oh, and the psarosoupa or faki if you prefer soup options.” however, it was at the following question that she hesitated to answer. at mid-day, she had to admit she grew a bit concerned at the request. “we do have a selection of wine.” her tone was polite, only slightly tentative. she wouldn’t want to deny anyone their choice of food or drink, but whatever happened in the restaurant was also her responsibility. “it’s a nice day out, though. can I interest you in some coffee or tea instead? cherries are also in season, and we make fresh vyssinatha.”
𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 only tore away from the screen of her phone when the other woman was nearly finished with her welcome wagon spiel. taking the menu from her with a tight, falsely polite smile and a delicate wrinkle of the nose, she scanned the menu, directing her attention towards that while vera finished talking. "vyssinatha sounds good." the flask with the vodka in it was still in her bag, those would pair nicely. maybe rum would be better, but she’d have to make do for one day. "i'll do that with an order of, uh. shit. what's it called ... kokkinisto, that one. and -- " it was only once she had another question that she looked back up at vera, letting the menu fall to the table, absently uncrossing and recrossing her legs beneath the surface. "do you have a feta cheese dip, something like that? or, like. where some places give you a whole artichoke to pull apart, you know what i'm talking about?" she always had a more than healthy appetite, especially for someone with her slim frame.
∂ezzie couldn’t help the laugh that came from her lips as she watched the other. she was definitely not uncomfortable at all in this situation, seeing as she would literally have done the exact same thing. if anything this gave the girl more of a reason to talk to the other, because if anything they at least have one thing in common. “ okay so, there’s this absolutely horrible magazine. i’m talking i’m seeing articles from five years ago, about how horrible they are with casting models. i mean honestly, carbon copy after carbon copy. they all just look too similiar, and they’re only now trying to fix it ?? ” the girl said with a shake of her head. “ i’ve never been one to work with a problematic company, but this one definitely takes the cake. ”
𝙎𝙃𝙀 simply shrugs, reaching for a clutch between her thighs and fishing around for a moment before finally pulling out a package of gum. "i dunno," she says absent-mindedly, between moments of pawing through the contents of her purse, "isn't it a good thing they're tryna do something different now? maybe they realized they made a mistake and want to fix it." she smirks, unwrapping a stick of cinnamon flavored gum and popping it into her mouth, balling up the silver wrapper and tossing it over her shoulder as she leans forward onto dezzie's table. "can't fault somebody for having the balls to do something i've never even done." val grabs the crumpled package of gum and offers it to the other woman rather uncouthly, holding it mere inches from her face. "want one?"
όταν γεννήθηκα, η λέξη για το τι ήμουν δεν υπήρχε. ( when i was born, the word for what i was did not exist. )
𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉: circe
𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉: circe lives in relative isolation and peace in a palace which is the only structure on her island of aeaea. she presents a facade of docility and tenderness, even hospitality, singing to her enemies and offering them a feast. unbeknownst to them, the food, while delicious, is laced with wine and a magic potion which will turn them into animals. it should be noted that she displays a certain measure of genuine kindness more often to women, and looks upon men very harshly.
𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎:
- 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤: these two share a tumultuous, strained relationship. it’s clear that, at one point, apollo thought something of their wisdom or lifestyle could be imparted onto circe, wanting to take the other under their wing. but circe only proves to be something of an unruly child to apollo’s parental urges, an unwilling participant in the learning.
- 𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙨𝙪𝙨: there’s something that these two have in common that could be called madness. the same dangerous glint in their eyes, the same wickedly enticing smile. maybe that’s why you can so often see them together; like is drawn to like, and a narcissist loves their own reflection the most.
𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏: the beautiful people by scala && sever by iamamiwhoami
𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, and the adrenaline rushing through florian’s veins reminds him of it. this is probably the fourth friday in a row that he finds himself in the vip area of the most exclusive club in kaos. and so far, the place hadn’t disappointed. but tonight valentina is joining him for the first time, so his expectations for the night are slightly higher than usual.
if only she was here already. he’s already two jaggerbombs in and he’s starting to get impatient. looking around the club for a familiar face and coming up empty, he goes ahead and puts his phone out of his pocket, typing quickly.
[ text to val ]: where are you? you better get here asap.
and just as he presses send, he’s doing his third shot of the night.
𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 as she’s sliding past the bouncer and into the crowded club, she feels her phone vibrate from where she’s secured it in her bra. with a little huff of annoyance, she yanks it out, lazily tugging the top of her dress back into place as she wanders through the crowd, eyes scanning the words on the too-bright led screen. just as soon as she’s read the text she shoves the device back into her cleavage and ambles over to the bar, weaving through the sea of bodies as expertly as is possible for a tiny little mess of a thing in high heels, who’s been pregaming in her own villa before heading out for the night. “can i have a blowjob shot please?” a dazzling smile to the bartender distracts from her embarrassing order, but she seems to enjoy making a spectacle of herself. moments pass, and then a shot glass topped with a thick cap of whipped cream appears in front of her. “put it on the agreste tab. thank you!” she cracks her neck and clasps her hands behind her back rather dramatically, arms stuck straight out, elbows locked and rigid, and leans over the bartop, picking up the rim of the glass between two red lips and then straightening suddenly as though jolted with electricity. the shot slides down her throat with a pleasant burning and she smiles, delicately wiping remains of the whipped cream from her mouth. next destination? the vip section. she arrives without florian noticing and plops down beside him rather unceremoniously, legs crossing in one swift motion and reaching out maroon clawed fingers for his face, pulling him in and landing a friendly kiss on his cheek. “looking this good isn’t quick, flo.” she teases him, “do i have whipped cream on my nose?”
DURING normal lunch hours, vera would be busying herself with the orders that came through the restaurant doors. today, however, was a slow day, which could probably be the result of the wedding. that left her with little to do in the kitchen. instead, she sat on one of the empty chairs near the window and had a strewn of bookkeeping stuff on the table in front of her. even her cup of tea had to be carefully placed on top of a finance textbook that she used for reference. the chime on the door pulled her out of her misery and she smiled, almost grateful, at the person who came in. “hi, take a seat wherever you like. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”
𝙑𝘼𝙇 squinted at the floor plan of the restaurant, carefully sauntering over to a table by the window, pulling a wad of gum from between her teeth and wrapping it around her finger as dark eyes scanned the interior. “what’s good here?” she called out, hardly otherwise acknowledging vera’s presence in the shared space. “and do you do wine pairings with your meals or do i just gotta ... figure that part out for myself?” wobbly legs perched atop chunky heels finally landed her in a chair, gaudy purse dropping down into the seat beside her on the fourtop. would they even be serving her wine with lunch? some places don’t, she considered with a thoughtful frown, pulling out her cell and trying to google any reviews on the restaurant. it had only been a month on the island, but valentina had already found herself permabanned from the places she most favored to dine. or drink.
∂ezzie was sat in her usual chair, a cappuccino steaming in front of her, swirling her cup as she scrolled through her phone. she had recently been asked by a french company to model for her. she was doing her research as she always did, seeing what the other girls looked like before she ever agreed to anything. a small groan of disgust came from her peachy painted lips as she shook her head, before quickly typing a reply to the company, regretfully informing them that she would not be able to work with them due to personal differences with their business. she placed her phone down, taking a sip of her coffee with a smile on her lips. “ god, i just can’t believe their audacity. ”
“𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙃, what’s got your goat? i’m all ears.” her ears perked up at the sound of an idle whine passing through someone’s lips, and val’s head snapped over to focus fully on dezzie, eyes wide, lips pursed. before the other even had time to reply, val had scooted her own chair -- loudly, with some great effort as it scraped across the floor -- over to dezzie’s table, spinning the wrought iron around beneath her so, when she finally planted herself in what had the potential to be a rather unwanted and decidedly invasive position, she was perched backwards on the chair, arms crossed at the wrist under her chin, fingers drumming.
✧·ﾟ( dionysus + alexa demie + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( valentina vargas ) around ? ( she ) has been in kaos for ( one month ). the ( twenty three year old )is an ( actress ) from ( sonora, mexico ). people say they can be ( reckless ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be( exuberant ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( mismatched shades of red lipstick strewn across a private dressing room, sweet red wine in cracked glasses, the glint of smiling - snarling? - white teeth && expensive jewelry under a gleaming disco ball ). ·ﾟ✧ ( penned by aspen, 21+, pst, she/her/hers ).
ii. about your character.
i. in her early teens, val rose to fame in her home country of mexico as a recurring character on several telenovelas, which quickly progressed to the star of twice as many. sonora is wealthy, but she came from a humble family. farmers, on both sides, and val herself grew up on a vineyard which exported grapes to california wine country. she was discovered by chance, sitting in a taqueria near the arizona border. it was a new agent hoping to scope out american tourists, the college crowd, someone unfamiliar with the world of entertainment. a pretty face to make some easy cash off of. someone who wouldn’t know better. val fit the bill; at only thirteen, she was a little round faced cherub gracing the pages of print ads and the reel of poorly-shot commercials for c rated businesses. no one saw all the attention going right to her head.
ii. growing up in the limelight does things to a little girl that you can’t see on a x-ray or a brain scan, in ways that you don’t notice until you look at her right in the eyes for just a second too long. it makes her feel like she can do anything, that she already has everything, and the only place to go from there is down. but she’s still a child. the excitement is in the destruction, not the creativity or the creation. she becomes feral, a sponge covered in day-old makeup who takes and takes and takes and only offers chaotic revelry in return. she looks at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes and you can almost believe, for an instant, that this can make you happy. that you’ll catch fire and burn alive and the pain will be everything you’ve ever wanted. the pile of ashes at her feet grows and grows and, still, something in her believes the spark will finally make her happy this time, too. it never does. and then you’re broken and empty, hollow, and she moves on. the trick is that she’s been empty since the moment she first smiled for the camera.
iii. some indigenous peoples believe the photo film captures your soul, steals it from within your ribs, and traps it on the glossy print. maybe they’re right after all.
iv. some days she looks at herself in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person she sees staring back at her. the world is numb and hazy, and the only things that matter anymore are the things she can destroy. it’s everything. it’s herself, piece by piece, little by little. her parents don’t speak to her anymore, but they brag to anyone who will listen about their little girl on the television. it’s like she’s not real, like valentina doesn’t exist anymore. she’s just an idea. the people she works with, they all hate her. she’s insufferable, the doll of the small screen but a real bitch to work with. demanding, rude, blunt, bossy, inconsiderate. she’s heard it all. maybe it’s true. maybe it’s just another character. it takes the best actor to play the villain.
v. they sent her away. even the production crew, her new family, the only solid thing that makes her feel like a person anymore. one too many takes with glazed eyes and slurred words and a dressing room full of wine bottles. they told her it was her lifestyle or the job. she smiled and said the job gave me this lifestyle. you people made me this way. they don’t care. they said go to rehab. she said no, no, no. but at least she’s on vacation now, right? checked herself out of the luxury, celebrity, all expenses paid clinic after three days, but hey. greece is beautiful. someone with a camera will always want to pay a pretty girl to smile.
iii. details.
PINTEREST BOARD , PLAYLIST
i wanted to make Many pretty edits but i just … decided to app too late and had too much going on jiuhgytfyguh. so have all the same info in a much less aesthetically pleasing way!
CHARACTER ARCHETYPES
53% THE REBEL : The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.
THE HEDONIST: Hedonists are wonderful hosts and guests. They bring added pleasure to any pleasurable occasion by noticing and appreciating the details and savoring each element.
THE FEMME FATALE: Femme Fatales embody female empowerment and are unafraid of their sensual and sexual sides. Their rebellious natures make them liberating presences and fun to be around.
THE WILD WOMAN: Wild women are the most outrageous of Rebels. These are the people who are in touch with the side of themselves that doesn’t want to settle or be forced into any box.
THE SABOTEUR: Like their archetypal cousin, the Jokester, Rebels live to upend anything that smacks of banality or conservatism.
33% THE PERFORMER : Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.
THE SPELLCASTER: You can convince anyone to do anything from falling in love with you to selling ice to an Eskimo. You excel at any kind of sales or marketing role. You can also be terribly manipulative down to a total con artist.
THE ACTOR: Actors at their best are avid students of life, with an empathetic interest in others. They are typically dignified presences as well, and alluring in their mystique.
THE PROVACATEUR: You are charming and deeply provocative. You could get anyone to do anything for you. You may even be a screen siren. You can also get people to do something they will regret for the rest of their lives.
THE SEDUCER: Rather than receive the feelings of those you love or listen to you, you constantly look for ways to be of interest and to have the last word.
14% THE ROYAL : When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.
THE DIVA: With their talent and tendency to dress to kill, Divas bring sparkle and fireworks to any situation.
THE VAMPIRE: Like Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula, who fed on the lifeblood of others while living in a regal manner, Royals can be a drain on those around them.
THE BRAT: Because they are used to pampering and don’t know how to do things for themselves, Royals can exhibit childish behavior in the form of tantrums and unreasonable demands.
THE DESTROYER: The Destroyer shadow manifests in vindictiveness and an unchecked fascination with wreaking enormous destruction on enemies.
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