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Marlo 'HiLo' Bishop

🂡 Playing for the high one Dancing with the devil Going with the flow It's all a game to me

[ ZOË KRAVITZ, CIS-WOMAN, SHE/HER ] Sometimes I wonder why people like that stick with this city. Who am I talking about? That’s MARLO BISHOP, they’re an UNAFFILIATED DIRTY CITIZEN that works as a HIGH-STAKES POKER PLAYER & UNDERGROUND CARD GAME ORGANIZER, if you can believe it. Hard to believe from a THIRTY-FIVE year old, right? Word has it that they’re just as CHARMING as they are OPPORTUNISTIC, but I can’t help thinking about THE DEVIL ON YOUR SHOULDER when I see them.

#faction.intro #{ marlo }#//click her hyperlinked name for a full intro!

ellisxgrayson

Ellis paused mid-step, one brow ticking up as the scene unfolded like some fever-dream infomercial. The sunglasses indoors. The shaky imitation of a phone call. The flushed, half-desperate charm of someone two sneezes away from losing their mind in the cold medicine aisle. He skimmed her over, not in the typical way, but with the calculated observation of a man used to reading tells. Glossed eyes, pinked nose, a twitch of sinus-induced madness hanging just behind the sarcasm.

He lifted his coffee slightly in greeting. “Now, if this is a prank call, I should warn you - I charge by the hour.” Which wasn't a lie. A moment. Then he moved to stand beside her, glancing up at the wall of indistinguishable red boxes like a man surveying a crime scene. “You want the real stuff, not the overhyped crap they keep at eye-level,” Her muttered, reaching up and grabbing a box from the third shelf down. “This’ll clear your head without making you feel like your soul’s trying to exit through your teeth. And-” With swift movements, he reached again, this time for a green-labeled box, “-pair it with this if you want the sinus pressure to stop playing the drums behind your eyes.”

He handed her both boxes, his gaze steady. “You look like hell, by the way. Not in a bad way. Just in the ‘don’t operate heavy machinery or sign legal documents’ kind of way.” Then, a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, more human than smug. “Go take these, drink something with electrolytes, and sleep for twelve hours. You’ll either wake up a new woman or dead. Either way, the headache’ll be gone.”

ladyxluck

While he gave his swift assessment of her, one of Marlo's manicured brows mirrored his, lifting upward as recognition flickered behind her shielded, yet steady, gaze. She knew this face — not well, and not enough for a name to fight through the migraine, but she was sure she'd exchanged words with him before. Or maybe chips — a game, perhaps?

The corners of her lips tugged upward, both at that thought and at his quip, but she gave no response just yet. Instead she let her eyes linger as he stepped closer, taking a casual inventory. He was certainly easy on the eyes, but she quickly ruled out attraction as the link. No, no... If that were it, something told her she would have remembered to get his name. Well dressed, with tailored fits, clean hems, and a nice watch; he had some money...

Money. That was it. And isn't it always?

If it had to be measured, she would say she's just shy of 95% certain that they raised some together at a casino-themed charity event last fall. Because even the clean-cut ones love to gamble if it means they get to write it off for taxes. Normally Marlo would rag on them – hedge fund cowboys in cufflinks playing pretend at the tables — but affordable housing was a cause near and dear to her bandaged heart. Former BedStuy baby and all.

Her thoughts cut out as he spoke again. "You know—" she started, about to remind him that she hadn't even told him what she was looking for yet. But then she fell silent again. How out of character for her.

By the time the boxes were in her hands, she had already caught onto his painfully accurate recommendations and it hit her: he already knew what she needed, just from a mere glance. "Maybe you're a god-send," she said after a beat, trying to recover. "Our eye-levels are clearly very different, so who knows if I ever would've found the 'real stuff'"—she added in air-quotes—"if you hadn't come along."

His final words earned a laugh, even if it did put extra pressure on her sinuses. "So thanks, Doc." She said jokingly, dropping the boxes into her basket on the floor. Then, figuring seeing her face might jog his memory too, she lifted her sunglasses and finally gave him a proper look. And then squinted from the light again. "That is what you are, right?" She asked, genuinely. Doctors make decent money and like to donate to things, right? Maybe that's why he was at the event.

"Or do you just like to give unauthorized medical advice to strangers in need?"

#{ conversations }#{ thread: ellis }#//again puhLEASE don't worry about matching length. i'm just excited lmfao

h01vd4l

#{ marlo }#{ hilo }#{ visage }#// i can just see her walking into the world series of poker championship JUST LIKE THIS

location: well-aid status: open @factionstarters

Between her throbbing migraine and her backed-up sinuses, Marlo was already having a rough enough time trying to remember what day it was. And the fluorescent overhead lights of Well Aid buzzing like fucking flies in her skull certainly wasn't helping. It was the dead of spring, and her allergies were throwing a full-blown tantrum about it.

She needed Excedrin and Sudafed — stat.

She squinted at the wall of identical red boxes, all pulling maroon under the shade of her sunglasses. Lifting them to help her see better, and then quickly regretting it as the strength of the artificial lighting overwhelmed her, Marlo blinked hard to make the labels come into focus. But they all looked the same under this tired, painful haze.

Half-dazed and ready to snap, Marlo dropped her shades again and turned slowly toward the nearest stranger. She lifted a hand so that her thumb was to her ear and her pinkie hovered above her lips — unfortunately chapped from a morning of blocked nasal passages.

"Hey, I'm phoning a friend," she said softly, meeting their gaze as she spoke into her hand-shaped telephone. Anyone would be having a much better day than her, right? Surely they would answer her call for aid. "Can you help a girl in need find her medicine?"

#faction.starter #{ starter }#/// eeeep this is meh but wanted to officially make my gorl's debut <3

andrew-garfielld

ZOË KRAVITZ — Esquire Magazine (August 2024)

#{ visage }#{ marlo }

moondvncer

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

#{ marlo }#{ melodies }#{ connection: the burn card }

astrologym0od

MOON IN SCORPIO

“some secrets must be kept”

secretive, bold, passionate.

#{ marlo }#{ inner }

heartwasglass

Zoë Kravitz via Instagram

#{ marlo }#{ visage }

pinkbowastrology

Moodboard: Astrology - Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon & Libra Rising.

Requested by: Anonymous.

❝The smell of her perfume–unmistakable, white blossoms with a powdery strangeness at the heart–was like a blown curtain over an open window.❞

#{ marlo }#{ inner }#ooc. // this is so crazy because i was planning on mar being a former ballet girly omg

mmaisonnnn

#{ marlo }#{ visage }

hynpos

Greek Goddess Moodboard: Tyche

Tyche is the goddess of luck, good fortune, and prosperity. She is seen as the daughter of Aphrodite, with Hermes or Zeus as a father, but also has been said to be a daughter of Titans Oceanus and Tethys, which would make her an Oceanid.

#{ inner }#{ aesthetic }#{ hilo }

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