Betsy was beaming at the passing students as she stood next to Juliet, offering flyers to those who stopped to investigate what the two were passing out. She giggled, excitement causing a sense of giddiness about the upcoming musical. “Juliet,” Betsy started, when there was a lull in the students passing by, “I have such a good feeling about this show-it’s gonna be spectacular, i just know it!”
she gave out another smile & shot the poor receiver a wink. juliet, she was good at this kind of stuff. ONE OF HER NANNIES ONCE TOLD HER SHE’D BE GREAT IN SALES. too bad she’d never work a real person job. “ you have a good feeling ? “ she smirked, fingers reaching up to adjust her heart-shaped glasses. “ i’m willing to bet on it, then. though, with us, how could it not be great ? i just hope no one breaks an arm this year. quite dreadful, really. “
Milo looked around, trying to see if there was somebody else that she had been talking to, but upon realizing that he was indeed the one she was talking to, confusion spread across his face. “Me?” He asked, his face scrunching up and pointing at himself. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head and looking quizzically at the child of Aphrodite. “Believe me, you really don’t want that.”
juliet grinned at him. all soft edges and pink makeup, they’ve recruited nearly ten unsuspecting freshmen today alone. ( LITTLE DID THEY KNOW : juliet was going to make or break them. ) “ well, duh, “ she said with the eased tone of someone who knew they wouldn’t get in trouble for saying it. “ we all have a little bit of dramatics nestled inside us. and if not, THERE’S ALWAYS CROWD, or stage crew. “
「 NAOMI SCOTT & GENDERFLUID & S / HE / Y 」— whoa, i heard that JULIET CALINDA SINGH had enrolled at olyu, but seeing the THEATRE major in person is just so different. you’re right, the TWENTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD does remind me of GOLD CREDIT CARDS, CHERRY CHAPSTICK, & A WHITE JEEP. probably because they’re so BOISTEROUS & FACETIOUS, but, i mean, they’re not all bad. they can be so AFFABLE & SUAVE, too, which i honestly think is because they’re a CHILD OF APHRODITE with AMOKINESIS & ADAPTIVE APPEARANCE. either way, i’d stay out of the way of anyone that people call THE STARLET. —「 ADMIN EMILY & S / HE / Y & EST & 16 」
STATS. ❞
FULL NAME: juliet calinda singh.
AGE: twenty-two.
FACE CLAIM: naomi scott.
GENDER: genderfluid.
PRONOUNS: s / he / y.
SEXUALITY: panromantic pansexual.
SPECIES: demigod.
CURRENT LOCATION: university of olympus, new york.
CURRENT JOB: student.
TATTOOS: none.
POSITIVE TRAITS: affable & suave.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: boisterious & facetious.
BIRTHPLACE: los angeles, california.
SOCIAL CLASS: upper.
DIAGNOSES: none.
PARENTS: malakai arlo singh & aphrodite.
SIBLINGS: various half-siblings thru aphrodite.
CHILDREN: none.
DRUGS / ALCOHOL / NIC: yes, yes, no.
BACKGROUND. ❞
the only child of a rich & powerful director, JULIET GREW UP BEAUTIFULLY, BLISSFULLY LONELY. her father was an erratic man at best, and though he did care for juliet, he did, it’s unquestionable that he just never made jules a priority. sure, she had everything she could ever need — a slew of nannies & cooks & schools, but she never had anything of permanence. SHE WAS ALWAYS JUST ORNAMENTAL ; WITHOUT FUNCTION.
when she was twelve years old, going to the best arts school on the west coast & with way more money than any child should have, A MONSTER WILL COME INTO HER BACKYARD AS SHE SUNTANS. juliet is frazzled in a way she never is, backed into a corner, when her nanny, who was more of a parent to her than anyone ever had been, who knew, who always knew, who had to, really, killed it. JULIET REFUSES TO GO TO CAMP HALF-BLOOD OVER SCONES & STRAWBERRY LEMONADE. her father lets her do as she wishes, as he always has.
she lives to a happy and peaceful and sixteen. she’s a star in her own right locally, from annie to dorothy gale to ariel moore. & she’s known even better nationally, as THAT ONE WEIRD DIRECTOR’S DAUGHTER WITH THE HAIR. she is okay with this as much as she isn’t. she knows who she is now, a child of aphrodite, and she uses this to the best of her advantage. she doesn’t regret declining to go to some “ daft little camp in the middle of nowhere “ in favor of staying in the home she knew so well. BUT WHEN HALF THEIR HOME IN BEVERLY HILLS GETS DESTROYED AND JULIET IS NEARLY KILLED, her father takes it out of her hands and sends her with his assistant on a plane to rhode island.
at first, she hates it, really, though she doesn’t show it. SHE’S TOO MUCH OF A POLITE LITTLE HEIRESS TO SHOW ANYTHING REAL. she’s stubborn, isolates herself, and refuses to let herself get attached. but slowly, the camp grows on her. the people there care about her in a way that no one ever really has. she may no longer be so much in the spotlight, but the small group is better than millions, really. GOING TO OLYU IS ONLY NATURAL. she’s facetious and materialistic, but, at her heart, a good person.
WANTED CONNECTIONS. ❞
best friend ! she needs her bff. someone who is alike her in a lot of ways ( very into things like popularity & being beautiful ).
sibs ! any other children of aphrodite.
enemy ! someone who’s rubbed the wrong way by this prom queen in the making.
“ hey ! “ APHRODITE MAGIC WAS THICK IN THE AIR AROUND JULIET, her smile wide and her outfit chosen straight out of the catalog. a stack of files in hand, she holds out one of the pink pages ( the text moves & changes on the page — thanks, hecate kids ! ) “ i’m president of theatre club. have you ever considered auditioning for the fall musical ? “
“… i don’t get it.” she had twisted her head in every which way direction that she could. she had squinted until her eyes were almost closed and widened them as far as they would go, and the painting hung along one of many nondescript hallways still made no sense. artwork chosen for any school could be SKETCH at best. but charlie had figured that a school for demigods would have more of a budget to throw at their decor. “art is subjective. i know that, i’m an ARTIST. everything you do can be anything the viewer wants it to be. but this? makes no sense.”
“ i mean... “ okay, juliet tries to find beauty in all things, THAT’S KIND OF HER PREROGATIVE. and where there wasn’t beauty, she made beauty. ( maybe she’ll bring new decor up at the next student council meeting? ) “ i think it looks like... an octopus. eating dinner. in spring, maybe? “ she stared at it intently, blinking warm contact-covered ( NOT THAT ANYONE WOULD EVER KNOW THAT ) eyes. she’s not sure if she’s bullshitting charlie or bullshitting herself. “ maybe hallway art doesn’t count as art. it’s... like motel art in movies. “ she’d never been in a REAL LIFE motel.
“Excuse me? There has been a terrible mistake in the system. I’m supposed to be on the beach house? Not in the dorms.” Mia always thought that kidness got you further when it came to paperwork and those kind of issues, so there was a gentle smile on her face while speaking, even if she wasn’t yet really looking at the person in front of her but at the papers they had given her in administration. Sight finally reaching the other student, she raised her eyebrows. “You work here. You work here, right?” That’s the last thing she needed, to randomly start talking about her problems with someone who had nothing to do with it. Eyes returned for a second to the papers at her hand before speaking again, this time mostly to herself. “Gods, this isn’t my first year, this kind of things shouldn’t be happening to me anymore.”
jules had heard this one before, she really has, just never before from this side of an oak desk. BUT THIS WAS MIA, they were sisters & on stuco together ; if anyone belonged in beach house ( alongside juliet herself ), it was her. “ i ━ oh, mia, i think they’re, like, kinda... full? “ she licked her red lips, thoughtfully tapping at her chin. she honestly doesn’t know. her daddy’s money has kept her spot there for three years now. ( DADDY’S MONEY DID MOST THINGS FOR HER THESE DAYS. ) “ this is, like, really weird, though. it’s for def a mistake. i mean, c’mon, “ she tells her, voice soft and earnest. “ i help out sometimes for soc extra credit. “ she didn’t have a job job. besides, the more aphrodite kids taking up spots at beach house, the less time juliet got babysitting freshmen or losing her shit on ares kids. “ this is so lame. i mean, of course you’d have a spot. like, obviously. “
Momma, Momma,
let me tell you how I burn,
how I revel in it,
red-eyed and feral,
how flames flicker across my teeth.
Let me tell you how I set
every goddamn fire myself,
how it is hell and heaven,
agony and ecstasy devouring themselves
inside of me,
how I scream the prayers
you taught me until my throat
rips itself into a bloody, shredded thing.
Momma, let me tell you how
I became relentless.
Momma, let me tell you how
I became the light.
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