Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

olivia coppola || nomentano Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

[oliviacoppola]

Olivia Coppola attends Valentine’s Day @ The Barbican Centre.

Date: Friday, February 13th, 2026.

Escorted By: Herself.

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @mobscene-starters LOCATION: The Venue. EVENT: Halloween Event, 2025.

"So," his hands sweeping down his Cat in The Hat outfit. "How awesome do I look? And don't go easy on the compliments."

[oliviacoppola]

"I'll be sending you the bill for the therapy I now need thanks to your costume. I could have gone my entire life without seeing this."

[gianna-palazzolo]

"I'm a hot Cheeto. That was part of the joke. I'm sure plenty of men are checking out your ass so you can feel validated. Don't panic."

Shego from Kim Possible? Not a damn clue. Still, it seemed better to nod her head politely and give a thumbs-up after her joke had landed poorly. God, women were defensive about their Hallowe'en costumes. As bored as she was playing babysitter, she wasn't quite bored enough to get into a fight.

"Maybe you need another drink."

[oliviacoppola]

"Oh, I see. Apologies." Olivia took a quick sip from her drink to buy herself a minute. Clearly her and Gianna were not anywhere near the same page. Awkward.

"Another drink sounds fantastic. Shots?"

[gianna-palazzolo]

@mobscene-starters Location: The Venue. Date: Hallowe'en, 2025.

"The idea of being a Cheeto was that people wouldn't be able to get close enough to me to talk..."

Unfortunate, then, that her plan seemed to be failing spectacularly. The woman was positioned near the bar--close enough to obtain all the sambuca she needed to stay somewhat sane--looking out across the steadily growing crowd. It made her uneasy. They always did, these days. When she took note of the person beside her, she shot them a sideways glance to acknowledge the proximity she could have done without.

"Aren't Hallowe'en costumes supposed to be sexy? What are you, anyway?"

[oliviacoppola]

"The woman in a cheeto costume has no room to be talking about the sexiness of a skintight body suit. I'm starting to get concerned that your eyes are broken."

A party that Olivia didn't have to host was always welcomed. Nomentano was having its own festivities, of course, but she left those in the very capable hands of her assistant manager. She fucking earned this night off. Though, with the fun police lurking throughout the Venue, maybe working was the better option. Alex had long since disappeared to a bathroom, but it seemed every time Olivia tried to join him, Sovrani eyes were on her.

"Anyways, I'm Shego. You know, from Kim Possible?"

[oliviacoppola]

Olivia Coppola attends Halloween 2025

Costume: Shego Location: The Venue

[oliviacoppola]

Location: Nomentano patio Date: 25 June, 2025

@mobscene-starters

"Can I just say that it is fucking bullshit that London is both overcast three hundred and sixty-four days a year and hot as balls in the summer? If we never see the sun then it should at least be cool to go along with it." Olivia leaned back in her seat and took a long drink of water. Even her tank top and shorts were sweat drenched at this point and the breeze did little to cool her off.

"Would you rather deal with this fucking heat or the cold?"

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: Fight Club 2025 WHERE: The Underground. Pre-fights.

"If I die," which...was possible. "Make sure Vika gets everything, keep an eye on Isla and for the love of god -- someone check on Aviv every now and then." he said with a dramatic sigh, ankle hooking over his knee. "Any tips, bud?"

[oliviacoppola]

"I hope Gio force feeds you your own liver." Olivia didn't even bother looking up from her drink. "Though I'd also settle for him ripping out your spine or intestines."

[gianna-palazzolo]

@mobscene-starters Event: Fight Club 2025 - Pre Fights.

If Lara was trying to be a petty bitch, she'd missed the mark by an impressive margin. Whilst Konstantin's wife's personal bodyguard probably wouldn't have been Gianna's first choice, all she'd wanted was a Russian. Any one would do.

Would it be an easy fight? Probably not. But Gianna was quietly confident.

"This yours?" There was a shot laying unattended on the bar—well, in front of someone too busy talking to drink it, at least—and she didn't hesitate to help herself. Awful. Of course, she'd order another round for them, but fuck waiting ten minutes when her nerves needed tempering. "Mine now."

[oliviacoppola]

Olivia blinked slowly. "Well, that was mine. But I definitely don't want it back. This fight really has you spooked, doesn't it?" There was a reason that Olivia herself was only spectating, not participating.

She held up her finger to flag down the bartender. "If you needed the drink that desperately, might as well get the next round in before you start going up and down the line stealing everyone's drinks.

[val-dautremer]

Time: Post 1st Fight

Valérie might have hated Lara's sick event each time it reared it's head but that didn't mean she wasn't going to come and support those she loved. Still, she never looked forward to the yearly anxiety attack it brought on.

If only she took drugs like the rest of them. A habit Val had never developed and very rarely wondered what life would be like if she had. It certainly would have made nights like these easier though.

Nestled into a booth, the Commandant nursed her drink, feeling it slowly warm in her hand. She'd need a new one soon. A shadow fell over her just as she contemplated heading to the bar.

"Join me for another? This one's gone warm."

@mobscene-starters

[oliviacoppola]

While some of the attendees seemed to be there under duress (which Olivia never understood. If you don't like it, then don't show up), Olivia was in her element. Drinking, ogling the shirtless men, watching said shirtless men get pommeled, what was there to hate? Other than the annoying Italian watchdogs that made popping into the bathroom for a quick line all but impossible.

Olivia really was just passing by Val, but she was never one to turn down a drink. "Of course, I could use a refill myself."

[drrutherford]

"Relax, Signorina. I'm not the fun police."

If the dilation of her pupils hadn't been enough of a guess, the nervousness in Olivia's demeanor and immediacy of an explanation would've more than likely given her away. But he'd have made for a piss poor clinician if he'd had any intention to judge her for it. Especially given the drug-dabbling tendencies that had long plagued his own family.

Hell, the Rutherford couldn't pretend he hadn't tried some of the stuff in his own young 'n dumb youth... Much as that felt like a lifetime ago.

"Good to see you've come out, Olivia. Meaning both to this event, but also your tent."

He doesn't know whether Olivia has any personal history with the Russians, but the rumours going around with this many people in attendance might've more than given her cause for concern. "I suspect you're especially glad for your freedom tonight."

[oliviacoppola]

Olivia released the breath she'd been holding and settled into her stance ever so slightly. At least it was just fucking Gideon Rutherford and not one of the Italians. Thank fuck Rina wasn't here. And that Gio was too interested in getting under Odile St. Pierre's skirt this weekend to pay Olivia any mind.

"Pretty sure I haven't slept more than an hour or two at a time this weekend, but I'm still breathing. That has to count for something. I'm half surprised my tentmate hasn't decided to give me a few more adornments in my sleep."

She crossed her arms and looked the man up and down.

"Who would have guessed Gideon Rutherford was so concerned about little old me's welfare?"

[oliviacoppola]

where: outside the bar when: night 3

@mobscene-starters

Olivia could hear the party raging from where she nestled herself out of sight of the dance floor. Hell, the whole estate could probably hear the raving, maybe the whole country. It was well after midnight and more of the crowd than not was on something, most bumping lines and taking pills in plain view of the whole crowd. If this was AU or the Venue back in the city, Olivia would be amongst them. But, since Gio and most of the London Sovrani were in the crowd, that was not a risk she was going to take.

The line was all set on her hand and she glanced around before quickly snorting it and wiping the back of her hand on her white shirt before anyone saw the powder. God, it was fucking shameful to be doing lines amongst the tents like a common addict. Well, maybe that's what you are. Why did her inner voice sound annoyingly like Rina?

She turned to head back to the party, the rush already hitting her, when she saw another person lingering outside the crowd. "I was refreshing my glowsticks," Olivia offered by way of explanation.

[oliviacoppola]

@varden-lefebvre

Olivia sat at the bar, nursing a glass of champagne. She hadn't even been to her tent yet. In fact, she wasn't even planning on sleeping the entire weekend. Not with Viktoriya fucking Kurylenko as her tent partner. TWI could do whatever the fuck they wanted to her as punishment. No doubt it'd be more merciful than the Russian.

On top of that, there was no denying just how pleased Gio looked at his own pairing. So here she was, moping in the fucking woods. At least her drinks were fucking free. Small mercies.

She had just finished her glass and was debating on what to order next when she saw the man sitting next to her.

"Avoiding your Russian tent mate? Join the club."

[mishavorshevsky]

"Bug spray won't help, Maks. You should consider rat poison instead, I suggest putting it in the food. Everyone knows the Italians are repulsive gluttons and the French have no taste anyway."

[varden-lefebvre]

"I see why Konstantin took the helm. God forbid the Russian Mob be run by children. Are attempts at petty insults all we're exchanging tonight, because I can think or more useful ways to kill time with those he calls family, and I would hate to waste mine."

@maksimkurylenko

[maksimkurylenko]

"Quite comfortable in my hole, thanks...here, in London. You arrived last, Olivia...why don't you fuck off back to where you came from? I'll never understand the French's problem. I’m guessing it’s hard to pronounce — your language was made for shit-eating deluded cunts. Rat poison is more suitable...good point, Misha. Konstantin took the helm because he was best suited for it, yes. And...what're you exactly?"

@oliviacoppola

[oliviacoppola]

"I'm good where I am, thanks. But, I'm glad you're going to be taking care of pest control for us. Is the rat poison going in your vodka? Or will you just eat it straight?" Olivia took a step closer to Varden, just in case. "Please, we all know Italian is the superior language. No offense, Varden, but French does sound like you're hacking up a hairball."

@mishavorshevsky

[mishavorshevsky]

"I know you are, but what am I? Is that your best? Truly?" @varden-lefebvre

[varden-lefebvre]

"And you think something like you warrants her best why, exactly?"

@maksimkurylenko

[maksimkurylenko]

"Keep yapping or whatever you French-Brit mongrels say. No reason, more so just thinkin' about what bug spray to get to keep you fuckers away."

@oliviacoppola

[oliviacoppola]

"The way I see it, we were here first. So why don't you just crawl back into whatever hole you were fermenting in?"

@mishavorshevsky

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @oliviacoppola @mishavorshevsky @varden-lefebvre WHEN: 19th of October, 2024 WHERE: The Venue.

"Are you fucking serious. Everywhere I go, you fuckers are crawlin' around like we've got an ant infestation."

[oliviacoppola]

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you."

@mishavorshevsky

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: October 24' WHERE: Nottinghill, London.

"I heard you were talkin' shit about me, Vox," his friend George goaded from his side as they walked through Nottinghill. Benjamin had been playing errand boy the last couple of days, and he'd been thankful for the assigned driver. It was more insulting, however, having George accompany him.

He wasn't incapable, but Melissa, like a fucking mother hen recently...had insisted.

"Do you want to hear it again, or did you get everything the first time?" Benjamin retorted. That cheeky London boy grin was plastered onto his features, bright eyed and bushy tailed for a boy who was meant to be in recovery. But it seemed those around him had little time for his failures. He didn't expect anything to stop on account of him.

In the grand scheme of things, he was a nobody. He was well aware of the fact.

However, turning the corner, he came to a stop, and arched a brow. Maybe this was why Melissa hadn't wanted hi alone after all...oh, fuck.

[oliviacoppola]

London was proving to be an Experience. Somehow, despite the multiple hospital stays and scars now littering her body, it was still an improvement over Launceston. A gunshot wound wasn't something she wanted to cross off of her bucket list, yet here she was. At least she could ditch the crutches. Small mercies.

She was walking down the street, multiple bags from her latest retail therapy hanging off of her arms, when she saw a man almost stop in place as he turned a corner.

"You look like you just saw a ghost. I'm assuming that even you've seen a woman before, so that can't be it."

[giorgiopecatti]

"Deportation would probably be too merciful, you're right..."

The sounds of sirens had been punctuating their conversation for the past ten minutes, but since moving to London—and having spent a fair amount of time in Launceston, for that matter—Giorgio had grown so accustomed to them, they'd faded into background noise, easily ignored. It wasn't until he'd heard a woman bawling as she forced her way through the crowds, clutching onto what appeared to be an injured arm, that his attention finally departed from Olivia.

Kensington & Chelsea was a relatively safe borough. Usually, the emergency services were just passing through. In this case, though, he started to wonder if something was wrong. Something a little closer to home. The woman started seeking out help from one of the tables off to their left, and a disturbed waiter shot out to attend...

And then the quiet (but unmistakeable, given his experience) sound of gunshots made clear that his concerns were not unwarranted. The people around them didn't seem to take notice. Maybe because it faded into the sound of the traffic, or it was mistaken for something else... Until they started to grow closer. Giorgio turned back to Olivia as several more bloodied people started making their way up the street.

"We," he began, before a sound popped off so loudly, he was surprised it didn't come from somebody within view, "need to leave. Right now."

[oliviacoppola]

At first the sirens were easy to ignore. In cities like London, the occasional siren was to be expected. There were too many people in the city for everything to be going smoothly, even in a borough like Kensington & Chelsea. But, the moment Giorgio was on edge, so was Olivia. While she merely dipped her toes into the world of the Sovrani, he was fully immersed.

She saw the blood before she heard the gun shots. Just like when the Kurylenko bitch came into Nomentano, she froze with her eyes glued directly to it. The blood was spreading slower than she expected, merely a small circle than fully overtaking the victims' shirt the way she'd always imagined.

The next pop broke her out of her fugue state and Olivia nodded along to everything Gio said without fully processing what the words were. Gio knew how to handle the situation. Gio would keep her safe. "Yeah, let's go now."

She no sooner stood up and took a step towards Gio when another pop rang through the air. Heat and pain spread through her left leg and a ring of blood started forming around a brand new hole in her leg before she collapsed down to the ground.