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[ bruna marquezine. cis woman. she/her. muse 33. ] Welcome back to Montclair University, Nina Larissa Almeida ! According to your student file you're a TWENTY-FOUR year old JUNIOR, studying BIOLOGY (PRE-MED), and funny enough you were voted best listener your senior year of high school back home in SCARSDALE, NEW YORK. I can totally see it with your benevolent, questioning and presumptuous personality ! But enough about that —

The medical and pharmaceutical empire Quercelyn began in the 1990s, thanks to what many initially deemed a risky business investment made by Nina’s father, Bruno, and his twin brother. Their goal was to compete with the major players in the pharmaceutical industry by providing clean, botanical medical solutions. This approach proved successful, and Quercelyn has since grown into one of the top ten pharmaceutical companies in the world. As a result, Nina and her cousins are now potential rightful heirs to the wealth and acclaim associated with the Almeida name. Nina grew up in Scarsdale, New York, primarily raised by the family’s staff, which included her nanny and butler. While her father traveled around the globe for weeks at a time, her mother, Valentina, a former supermodel, was preoccupied with her role as a socialite, attending numerous foundations and galas. Nevertheless, her parents ensured that she was cared for by well-rounded individuals and kept her busy with a packed schedule from sunrise to sunset. This included language tutors, ballet and French horn lessons, equestrian training, and cotillion classes. As a result, Nina developed a strong sense of independence and open-mindedness, learning to appreciate the beauty and diversity the world has to offer. Incredibly kind-hearted, compassionate, and considerate, she recognized that her privileged upbringing was not the norm. She actively challenged herself not to let her advantages limit her ability to connect with new ideas and people. The Almeidas created the ideal All-American-Brazilian girl in their daughter, Nina. She was paraded around like a totem, symbolizing her parents' aspirations and the possibilities they could offer to their social network. By the time she graduated high school as valedictorian, Nina felt uncertain about her future, despite her father's pressure for her to attend his alma mater. Encouraged by her ballet teacher to pursue professional dance, she auditioned for the New York City Ballet at eighteen. She quickly rose through the ranks and made history by becoming the youngest principal dancer in the company's history at the age of twenty-one. However, a career-ending injury during practice forced Nina back to the drawing board, leading her to finally decide to attend college. Montclair was full of charm and opportunities, making it an easy choice for her to enroll with the goal of one day becoming the CMO of her family’s business. While she started by majoring in biology with a focus on pre-med, the true gift of her time there was the diverse array of friends she made, each with unique experiences. The memories she collected—through service hours, bonding with sorority sisters, and late-night conversations over cheap beer and pizza—will forever be etched in her mind and heart. With her senior year approaching and medical school on the horizon, Nina feels optimistic about her future for the first time in a while.

#misc.nina #montclair.intro

WHO: Charlie (@paintedgxld) WHERE: Hotel room near campus

The sharp ring of a cell phone had jolted Nina from her slumber. It took her a minute to realize that she was not in her bedroom and another second to notice Charlie was sound asleep right next to her. The two had grabbed dinner and had several drinks before they started hopping around the bars near the college. The last thing she remembered was dancing on top of the bar counter with the Harrington, singing at the top of their lungs as if they were releasing all these pent-up thoughts and feelings they had harbored. Very cathartic. Except for the pounding sensation across Nina's head. "Charlie," she said nudging them with her leg. "Where the heck are we?"

#paintedgxld #nina x charlie x 01

WHO: Tristan @illuminvtes WHERE: The Sinclair Reading Room

Now that her test was behind her, Nina was back to the grind of studying for her organic chem lab. She truly found this subject matter incredibly dull but knew she had to pass this class if she wanted to continue to senior year with flying colors. She was flipping to the next page when she noticed a shadow in her peripheral. Tristan. It felt like they just seemingly walked around on eggshells in the rare occurrences they came across one another nowadays. Nina loathed it. "Hey…long time no see. How are things?"

#illuminvtes #nina x tristan x 01

cloudbtwarchive

Open Starter (0/4)

What had started out as a desire to find a quiet place to be alone with his thoughts and ideas during his time at boarding school had resulted in rooftops becoming the hangout spot of choice for Cloud. For whatever reason, he had always found that his creativity flowed best in these haunts he claimed as his own. Hell, it was on the very rooftop that he was sitting on presently that he’d written at least half of the songs that he had so far for the first Cosmic Attraction album. But in the days since Lizzie’s death he hadn’t really felt inclined to write anything new while he was up here. Instead, he’d found himself playing songs he’d known her to have liked, finding some level of catharsis in the process.

Today was yet another day where this trend continued, but in the midst of his private tribute to his departed friend, during a particularly fast flourish of strumming, his pick flew from his hand and over the edge of the rooftop. Scrambling to his feet, he looked down to see someone looking up, clearly having been stopped by the object falling from above. “Hey! Uh, yeah, sorry about that! Slipped my hand” Cloud shouted down to them, shaking his head with a sheepish chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders. “Don’t suppose you’ll do a guy a solid and bring that up to me?” He added in a joking tone, fully anticipating that he was gonna have to just suck it up and go down to get it himself.

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Grief was a funny thing. The spectrum of reactions, emotions, processing, and thoughts was massive. Nina had her fair share of losses that were mostly older relatives or someone with a chronic illness where you knew what the impending outcome would be. Lizzie's case was not comparable to what the junior had experienced in her life. Yes, she's heard of countless young deaths that occurred, but it was never anyone she knew. It shook Nina how someone's light could be dimmed callously. No one was perfect in this life and Nina knew damn well that Lizzie was not beloved by everyone despite the perception. It didn't mean she deserved it.

Since the school year was disrupted, Nina has been dedicated to her studies, her externship at the local clinic, and staying engaged in various campus organizations and events. She welcomed the busyness, especially since a pseudo-hit list had come out with her name on it. After working for eight hours, she was walking back toward campus when she felt something land in front of her on the sidewalk. Looking down, she realized it was a guitar pick. Removing her headphones, she looked up and, not at all surprised, saw Cloud peering over the edge of the roof. Sending him a thumbs-up, she picked up the guitar pick from the ground and climbed the steps to the rooftop to join the musician. "Do I want to know how this ended several hundred feet away from you? There are better ways to release your energy than by tossing a guitar pick at someone, Cloud."

#cloudbtw #nina x cloud x 01

sirengazed

"i'm no cheap date, you know." marina gave the girl a slow once-over, a teasing smirk playing on her lips, before rolling her eyes with a playful scoff. the evening was wide open, and nina showing up at her doorstep felt less like an interruption and more like perfect timing. "you caught me on a good day," she added, stepping aside with a mock sigh of resignation as she pulled the door open wider. "come on in before I change my mind." she closed the door behind them, eyebrow arched as she followed nina into the room. "so, what’s the occasion? don’t get me wrong, i’m always down for a lowkey hang but if we’re celebrating something, we can definitely level it up."

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"Who would ever dare to associate the name Mari Hawthorne with cheap?" she taunted. Both of them had grown up with the best of everything, their privileges offering a wealth of opportunities and experiences that most people could only dream of. It wasn't that Nina needed an extravagant outing every time she wanted to do something; a late-night trip to Taco Bell after a night of partying was a treat she would never turn down. As she walked into Mari's space, she glanced around, picking up something but unsure of what it was. "I took my MCATs today, so I'm one step closer to becoming a neurosurgeon," she said, hoping for the best. "Did you change something in your space?" {Continued from here…}

#sirengazed #nina x mari x 01

gcldenhecrts

Nina’s arrival is unexpected, yes, but it’s welcome all the same, and Danny offers her a bright smile as he leans against the door frame. “ a beautiful face and something fun to drink. ” he repeats, a smirk growing against his lips “ two of my favourite things - I’m guessing this means the test went well ? ” not that he had any doubts in Nina’s abilities. “ Mexican sounds lush, let’s go. ”

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"How rude! I'll pretend you mentioned three of your favorite things, one of which is me," she said with a roll of her eyes. Nina loved Danny, and if she planned to eat her nerves away, he was the best person she could think of to join right now. "I haven't pulled out all my hair, and my eyes aren't bloodshot red, so I consider that a small victory." Never one to brag about her accomplishments, she preferred to let them speak for themselves. "I need nachos, guacamole, queso, and some birria, pronto!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "What did you do today?" {Continued from here...}

#gcldenhecrts #nina x danny x 01

fridaynightmuses

A smile tugged on Junho's lips as he looked at the brunette. "You're lucky I'm hungry right now." the man said, holding the door for her to come into the suite. While he had no interest in joining her for a drink on a weekday, his stomach was begging for substance and he needed some time away from his management assignment. "Let me finish up here and I can join you." he estated as he walked back to the table when her working and started putting things away. "How do you think did on the test?"

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"Good, 'cause I wasn't going to take no for an answer!" If he had chosen not to go out with her, Nina would have flashed her puppy eyes and ordered them food to his place instead. She just didn't want to be alone with her racing thoughts and desired the company of another. "What are you working on?" she asks as she enters their space. "Hmm...I think I did fine, but I don't want to get too confident and find out the worst-case scenario, you know?" That would shatter the the version of the life she was trying to fulfill and that was not an option. {Continued from here...}

#fridaynightmuses #nina x junho x 01

ninaxalmeida

"I wouldn't think that much of you." Not that Kate lacked the skills or the ability to be a caddy. Nina had her fair share of being on greens with her father for various outings, mostly business dealings or simply ego proving that he was better than a colleague. Nina was supposed to meet her father at lunch who was in the area for work, but he canceled five minutes ago, which was no shock to her. "Great minds think alike because I was planning to head that way myself," she smiles before helping herself to the passenger seat. "I genuinely want to ask…but I know people feel inclined to ask because of what happened. How are you doing?"

goodgrac3s

the voice is enough to prickle at her recognition, and a dark eyebrow is cocked at the way the words are put. maybe they were not seen as such, but annoyance flares at the demeaning way they are uttered, enough for her to give up any attempt of friendiliness. the compliment that comes after only barely soothes the blow. "you look like you need it. have you slept at all, nina?" her voice is syrup-sweet, but her eyes squint as she is reckoned with pity. "you're not the first curious one, but i did come here to try to avoid all that." she sneaks her legs underneath the dashboard. "so unless you want to cry how you miss elizabeth, let's not."

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#goodgrac3s #nina x kit x 01 #reblog purposes!

WHO: Anyone! Feel free to assume connections.

"Hi! I come bearing my beautiful face and something fun to drink," she smiled as the door opened. Nina had just awakened from a three-hour nap after taking her MCAT. After pulling all-nighters all week, she finished the test feeling somewhat satisfied with her performance. Now, it was the waiting game. She had thirty days to find out if she was smart enough to get accepted into medical school. Until then, she needed to find ways to keep her mind occupied. She figured that anything that took her outside of her apartment would be a good option. "I could go for some Mexican food right now. It's on me if that helps!"

#montclair.start #feel free to assume connections!

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To see her name on the list wasn't necessarily shocking. Nina had been at the party that night where she briefly spoke with Lizzie, even capturing a selfie with the two of them, before carrying on with the the rest of the night's festivities. What Nina was still trying to determine was the end goal of the blog and the names on it. "Someone trying to stir havoc, fear, and misinformation." It detracted from following who was accountable for what happened to the Harrington and instead had professors and students eyeing them all like they were wearing the scarlet letter.

However, Nina couldn't spend all her time trying to decode the intentions of an unwell individual. She had her future ahead of her with med school right around the corner. "I mean…we weren't the only ones at the party. I imagine we're all connected to her in some fashion," she said before taking a sip from her tea, trading it in for her usual caffeine fix. "They say 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' We simply have to interchange woman for whoever felt burned by Lizzie to take such callous action."

rcttencns

emerson responded to nina's statement with a nod. he admired her logical approach to the situation. they weren't going to find out who was behind the blog if they started panicking. they need. they needed to calmly work to unmask the culprit. "exactly, i couldn't put it better myself." , he complimented sincerely. "what i'm trying to work out is what's motivating this mysterious blogger to spread fear and misinformation. the two most plausible motivations are revenge or attention." his third unspoken theory was that the blogger was lizzie's murderer and searching for a target to frame for her death. but he decided to keep that theory to himself. it was too conspiratorial. he couldn't say for sure what caused lizzie's death. for all emerson knew she could have died of natural causes.

"we're either all connected to lizzie or the person behind the blog." , emerson stated before giving his drink a harsh shake. the ice cubes let out a frustrated rattle. emerson's investigation was off to a difficult start. there were so many potential lines of inquiry for him to pursue. "though it's more likely that you're correct and we're all vaguely connected to lizzie. it seemed like she knew everyone at montclair." he remembered how their dinners at le jardin d'été were often interrupted by people wanting to speak to lizzie. she was less like the people's princess and more like a well connected mob boss. "i can easily believe that someone would hate lizzie enough to turn her death into a game or scheme for attention. but i can't figure out how the fabricated secrets fit into this person's scheme."

#rcdhcrrings #nina x emerson x 01 #reblog purposes!

rcttencns

featuring: open! location: the brew house.

emerson cornered the other, iced vanilla latte in hand. "so, what are your thoughts on the anonymous blog terrorising campus?" , he asked as he sauntered over to the chair nearest to them. in other circumstances he would have been more tactful but this wasn't the time for tact. there was an anonymous creep using a dead girl for clout and threatening a seemly random group of students. he needed to get on top of the situation. he opted against taking a subtle approach to gathering information. the anonymous blogger's first move was bold and assertive. so, he decided to start with an offensive counter-attack. "do you think the names at the bottom of the post were chosen at random or do you think whoever's running the blog has specific reasons for choosing our names? do you think that maybe it could be a revenge plot?" , he asked as he folded himself to sit in the chair at a strange angle.