Nova Sinclair

Name is Nova. 31. Owner of Shelf Indulgence book store in NYC. I don't play with matches.

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character challenge || day 20

Share a story of one scar you have. 

Oh, I’ve got a great one right in the middle of my belly from the time some dude tried to mug me at knife point. It’s not too big, just a little nick from when I took a swing at him and kind of pushed myself into the knife a little bit. I was a little, uh. Reckless? In my youth.

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character challenge || day 19

Who do you trust? Why? 

Me, myself, and I. Why? Have you seen all the crazy shit going on? There’s not really anyone you can trust, unless you’re lucky enough to find people in the same boat as you. And I’ve found exactly zero people who can do the things with fire that I can do, so. That’s the end of that.

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character challenge || day 18

What is your biggest regret? 

I don’t know. That’s my honest answer. I try not to have regrets because that means living in the past and that’s not something that I do. Though I guess right now my biggest regret is doing whatever I did that triggered these crazy powers. I could really do without them right about now. I don’t see how they could ever do me any good.

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character challenge || day 17

Favourite fairytale? 

You’re asking me, a writer and bookstore owner, to pick a favorite? That’s really funny. I love so many different fairytales it’s not even cute. I guess I have a soft spot for Jack and the Beanstalk. It was my papa’s favorite and he used to read it to me and stomp around to do the giant’s voice... It’s a good memory.

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character challenge || day 16

Would you rather spend time seducing someone with your looks or your personality? 

A mix of both, I think. Personality means you’re hooking someone who’s got a similar mindset, right? So they aren’t gonna be boring and just there for your face. At the same time, though, I’m not really looking for anything romantic and I don’t want anyone to make the mistake of thinking I am so someone who’s mostly going for my looks and my body works out pretty well. At the end of the day, we’re not gonna be doing a lot of talking, you know?

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Fair Play || Open

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gh0st-wr1ter:

“Ah, only with that attitude it will.” He replied in a sing-song voice, hoping he could provoke her enough to take a chance with him. “You can tell your nurse that you met some lunatic who may or may not have been responsible for re-concussing you. If that’s even a thing. Not your fault at all. I, Talon Naysmith, take full responsibility of you. I’ll even let you pick” He smiled jovially like a child, as he definitely felt like one. “Though of course if you’re too chicken, I’ll understand. Not all of us can take walking on the wild side.”

He couldn’t help feeling like a wound up puppy dog around Nova. Talon understood the meaning of no, and if she were truly adamant with not going with him, he would drop it. But it was too much fun wagging his figurative tail while she dangled the dream. 

“Excuse you, I have a stomach of steel.  And since you’re tuck with me hanging out at this Fair— for the time being— it’s either play on rides or learn more about each other, and you can tell me all about where you grew up where you got that cute southern accent that keeps poppin’ in and out every now and again. Who knows, maybe you’ll even learn about that ‘stuff’ I was workin’ on…”

Nova’s brows drew together and she huffed, just a little, at the implication she was afraid. That’s not what it was at all and she didn’t like being goaded. She wasn’t a kid, damn it. She wasn’t going to give into name-calling. “There is a third option,” she pointed out, head tilting as she smirked at him. “I could just leave. Then you don’t get a ride buddy or any info about me, which frankly, I don’t give up info to practical strangers if I can help it.” But damn it, she’d be damned if she let him get away with calling her a chicken for not wanting to aggravate a head injury. She wasn’t stupid, and brain trauma was no laughing matter, so there was no way she was getting on that spinning monstrosity. But...

“If I get to choose,” she said, all honey and sugar as she offered a wide smile, “Then fine. Let’s do...” She searched, spotted what she wanted several yard along, peeking above the tops of the food and game booths. Nova pointed, almost smug in her certainty that the probably-a-spy would likely scoff at her choice and abandon her to have his own fun. The Ferris wheel, after all, was not particularly thrilling.

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character challenge || day 15

What is one personality trait about yourself you wish you could change? 

I don’t know. I’m a big believer in being who you are, so the idea of changing something about myself kind of rubs me the wrong way. I guess maybe how nosy I am? It gets me into trouble sometimes, let me tell you. 

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heat and healing || nova and thalia

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thaliawinsor:

The pair of them looked a state. If anyone were to look through the window of the bookstore and see the two bloodied blondes cleaning up they wouldn’t be blamed for jumping to the worst of conclusions. Thalia had never really worked all that much with blood before, especially not on the scale she’d walked into, but it was nice to know she could cope even in such distressing circumstances. 

She gathered what supplies she could, including as many old looking rags as she could, and made her way over to the employee bathroom again. She ran the hot water and lathered her hands with too much soap. Thalia did her best to scrub the blood from her hands and forearms, knowing she’d never get as good a clean as she could in a hospital but the feeling of drying blood under her nails was slowly driving the former nurse insane. Nova was her shadow, following her to the room. Thalia made a point of keeping an eye on her the entire time just incase she wobbled.

“Don’t apologise, accidents happen… besides I’m glad I came here today, I dread to think what would’ve happened if you were alone and unfound…” she pursed her lips and tried her best to fit the mop bucket under the tap faucet. No easy feat, even if the sink wasn’t designed to save space in the small bathroom. “I know you don’t like the blood but maybe you should check over the books in the area of the accident to make sure they’re not damaged.” Thalia could just imagine some poor, unwitting customers distress at finding a stain on their book spine. 

Thalia only filled ¼ of the bucket, both out of impatience in trying to get the bucket to rest and fill and out of practicality in knowing she’d have to carry it through to clean. Luckily enough the blood had not dried down, so cleaning it up would be much easier. With one dry cloth she went in, wiping as much as she could and wringing it into the bowl she’d previously used to clean Nova off. Even with her lack of squeamishness she had to admit the sight of the blood dripping was a bit too much, she could only hope Nova was being smart enough to not look. 

She continued the motions, wiping in wide arches with the dry cloth to get the majority of the mess up. There was little to no stain on the floor, which made the second stage that much quicker. With another rag she dipped into the bucket and began dabbing in small circles. To her annoyance more blood was getting under her nails, but it was no where near as bad as earlier. The shower Nova had offered sounded better by the minute and whilst the offer to wash her clothes had been made Thalia doubted very much she could wear the outfit and feel clean again. 

“I think,” she said with a heavy sigh, wiping her brow with her forearm, “That’s most of it… the floor is wet, as is the edge of this bookshelf… I did the end of the ladders too…all of the stuff I used will have to be thrown away safely though. Contamination reasons… so just, don’t go dumping it or anything…” 

God, it would take weeks before the memory of blood was wiped from her. She cleaned her hands after Thalia finished, cleaned what she could of her face. carefully, very carefully, she pulled her bloodstained hair into a loose ponytail and cleaned what she could from the back of her neck, though she was going to need a long, hot shower as well. Accidents happened, Nova agreed, when you did stupid things. If Thalia hadn’t come in, someone else would have eventually. But none of them would’ve been a nurse. Probably would’ve called an ambulance and she’d have ended up in a hospital, which was the last place she wanted to be. 

Then again, she’d probably have ended up in the hospital anyway, if Thalia hadn’t... something. Definitely something.

She left her office and went back out to where Thalia scrubbed the floors, went down a different aisle to avoid the mess. She wasn’t feeling great, she realized, and was rather tired. Probably from the amount of blood she’d lost. But she wasn’t going to waste her time with Thalia. Even if she wasn’t suspecting Thalia of something more, she’d have wanted the time. She’d been looking forward to this visit, in all honesty. It was nice to talk to someone outside of work.

When Thalia told her she was done, she moved over to the proper aisle, studying the floor with a frown. She didn’t think it was stained, really hoped it wasn’t, but it’d be a while before the memory of it left her head. “Thanks, for the help.” She bent down, studied the books on the surrounding shelves. No stains, no splatter. Thank god. Standing again - carefully, wobbling just a little with her hand on the shelf for balance - she turned to face the other woman again. “You want to get going now? I’ll just... keep this closed down today.”

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task 003: malfunction

She’d had too much to drink. 

It was a rarity - Nova had never been one to indulge too often in alcohol - but she’d somehow managed to tonight. Probably because she hated social situations, she thought as she tipped more wine into her glass, a little past the level considered socially acceptable. She usually managed to avoid these parties, but sometimes her manager insisted, claiming that she couldn’t be ungrateful to the people who published her book, who wanted to schmooze with the writer they loved. And it helped, it definitely helped, that there were producers here, people interested in making her book a movie.

God, what would they think if they knew she’d been a street urchin for a good portion of her life? She’d come far from begging change off of passerbys. Now people wanted to make her book a movie. She’d have hundreds of thousands of dollars in her pocket. If not millions, eventually. A lot, in any case. More than she’d ever expected to have.

Jesus.

Well, they could honestly kiss her ass for this. She was in heels that made her feet feel like they were breaking apart, a dress too short and too tight for comfort, her hair and makeup both artfully done. It was the worst. It made her crave a cigarette, something she only indulged in when she was drinking too much. She hated parties, hated people. 

Irritated, she took her wine and her bag and stepped outside onto the hotel’s patio, digging through her bag until she’d managed to scrounge up a cigarette and a lighter.

“Can I get a light?” She glanced up, flashed a grin at the woman who joined her. She didn’t know her, but she’d been casually laying it on thick all night, trying to convince this woman to go home with her. The evening was looking promising - if nothing else, people loved to say they banged the talent - and she was pretty sure she was going to get her way. Especially if the way this woman was looking at her was any indication.

“Of course,” Nova said, warm and low, letting her accent creep a little further into her voice. Normally she hated it, but it never failed to charm the ladies. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on the deep brown of the woman she was trying to charm, and lifted the lighter.

And the flames exploded.

She screeched and dropped her cigarette, jolting back from Nova. Not on fire, not burning, but her hair seemed to be a little singed. Nova dropped the lighter reflexively, though her hand wasn’t burned, shock bright in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” her companion asked, shaky, stepping forward again. “Are you burned? That’s insane, it just exploded!”

“I- yes,” Nova whispered, clutching her hand close to her chest. She wasn’t burned, but she should be. She should be in tears, in pain, in agony. She drew ni a trembling breath and stepped back again and shook her head. “I’m going to the hospital. I- Please tell my manager I had to leave.”

“You shouldn’t go by yourself,” she started, but Nova shook her head.

“I have to go. Have a good night.” And spinning on her heel, she left straight from the patio, glancing down at her unmarred hand with a shuddering breath. “Shit,” she whispered. “Shit, shit shit...”

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character challenge || day 14

Which comic book character do you feel best represents you and why? 

I honestly don’t know shit about comics so my knowledge is limited to film franchises. Forgive me for that ahead of time. Pick a hot lady and I identify. Black Widow? Hell yeah. Sassy, badass bitches are my thing. Storm? Sure, why not. No one is cooler than that boss ass bitch. Oh, maybe Wonder Woman! I too find men unnecessary for pleasure and wish I could live on an island of warrior women. Yeah, I’m gonna pick Wonder Woman. Girl lived the dream.

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heat and healing || nova and thalia

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thaliawinsor:

She was thankful to still be studying the floor when the offer to drive her home came up. Nova was too perceptive, and for someone like Thalia it was unnerving. She was terrible at lying, bad at keeping secrets and wore her heart on her sleeve - her eyes would give it all away if they weren’t transfixed on the slowly drying blood. 

Thalia considered her options, never wanting to be that person who imposes yet knew taking Nova up on the latter offer would probably be best. “That would be nice, if you really don’t mind” she finally glanced up, considering her carefully before being content enough that Nova seemed fine - her healing had worked well enough that she was standing without swaying and forming more coherent sentences. Disaster averted, no traumatic trip to the hospital needed.

“I’ll just get this sorted” she gestured vaguely to the blood tinged area, rising to her feet and shooting her a quick smile. “I’ll need warm, soapy water and an extra cloth or two you don’t mind throwing out - if you feel well enough to help me sort that?” It was weird how Nova made her feel both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. 

Thalia was confident enough with her to take charge, though that was her nature in such a situation, and accept the offer to go home with her. Yet she couldn’t hold the other womans gaze for longer than a few seconds before drifting to look at something behind her. Now more than ever she felt her eyes probing for something, some kind of answer - but Thalia couldn’t be sure what it was exactly she was looking for. 

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” she said, offering a small smile as she finally pulled her hand away from her head. She didn’t look at it, but swiped it against her already stained jeans, knowing there would be blood on the tips. She felt kind of bad, that this was only the second time she’d been around Thalia and it had ended up being this. But she was grateful she’d showed up, and she was curious. Because she might’ve been concussed, but she was not concussed enough to imagine that the wound on her head had been way worse before Thalia showed up.

“Yeah, sure. It’s in the back. Janitor’s closet in the stockroom.”  She turned to head back that way, her legs a bit unsteady still, her head a bit light, but everything way, way better than it had been only moments before. She could even walk without leaning on things, which was a huge bonus. Once they were in the back, she pushed open the closet that held her cleaning supplies, turned to smile at Thalia again even as she winced over the blood. “This is super cool of you, Thalia, honestly. Thanks. Sorry this is what you ran into in your offtime. Guess we can never get away from work, huh?”

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Fair Play || Open

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gh0st-wr1ter:

“The things I find fun or like to do you have to have a piece of paper saying you paid tens and sometimes hundreds of thousands of dollars to make it okay to pay you a decent wage. That’s money I ain’t got.” He felt the pang of bitterness. It’s always easy to say you should get another job but it wasn’t like buying a cheeseburger or stealing a hot dog. People who were already on the other side of success never seemed to have much sympathy for those who aren’t… “They pay me pretty well to be miserable so for now it’ll do until I find something more lucrative and less soul-sucking.”

“A concussion, huh? That shouldn’t stop you from having a bit of fun. Plus you’re already out here. And if I’m willing to get on after eating a questionable hot dog, you should be close behind right?” He smiled and jumped in front of her so he was walking backwards and towards the ride. “Come on. If you don’t you’re going to spend the rest of your life wondering what might have happened if you went on that ride with that guy that one time in a very easily forgettable moment. When’s the last time you did something spontaneous? On a Monday? With the shop closed, eh?”

She understood needing money. She’d had that problem for a really long time. She remembered doing jobs that weren’t right for her, jobs she didn’t particularly like. But at least they weren’t boring. Still, she supposed some people cared about money more than she had growing up. People who needed to pay bills and rent and the like. And Nova was definitely comfortable now. More than comfortable, even. On the edge of wealthy. She she shrugged her shoulders and hummed in vague agreement, discussing the tough topic of jobs.

“Unfortunately a concussion really should limit my fun,” she said with a laugh, head shaking slightly as he walked backwards towards the ride. “I don’t think my nurse would approve of re-concussing myself for a bit of a dare.” And honestly, she didn’t like spinny rides much. “Though I’m definitely going to stick around to watch you puke all over yourself.”

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character challenge || day 13

Most cherished present you’ve ever been given? 

Uh... I don’t know. I mean, before my dad died, all the gifts I ever got were the kinds of things you get little kids, but he wasn’t really much about sentiment and... I don’t know. Nothing big ever stuck. I guess the biggest gift anyone ever gave me was when this lady who worked at the shelter I lived in when I first got to New York told me I was a good writer. She encouraged me to get my GED and figure my shit out. The best present you can ever give someone is a chance.

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character challenge || day 12

Do you have any hobbies? What is your favourite past time? 

Hobbies? I read, I write, I work. I like to take long walks. Oh, I totally took archery lessons for awhile. Still go downtown to shoot a few targets now and then. I’m big into different types of weaponry, mostly because I write about it a lot. You should see me swing a sword.

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heat and healing || nova and thalia

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thaliawinsor:

“If you expect one to buy you dinner before getting you into bed, what should I expect you to buy me before you try and get me in the shower?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully at the now standing woman with an all too bright smile. Jokes were light, jokes were a sign Nova was clearly feeling better - and that put Thalia at ease more than anything else would’ve after finding her the way she had.

She cast another look down over herself; the white shirt would never be clean again but that was okay as she had other clothes, even the tips of her hair were red like Nova’s. Then her gaze fell to the floor, so much worse now Nova was standing and the full extent of the mess was evident. The wincing had happened more than once now and working in a hospital gave Thalia the ability to very quickly suss out who didn’t like needles, who didn’t like blood etc. etc.

“I can clean it,” she insisted, finally dragging her gaze up to regard Nova, “You don’t like blood it wouldn’t make sense for you to - especially whilst you’re still healing - when I can do it. I don’t mind blood at all …. obviously,” Thalia emphasised her point with a tiny wave of her blood soaked hands. “And then I can have a shower… because you’re right… I definitely need one - and if I go out into New York looking like this people will probably think I’m a serial killer or something…” The blonde laughed nervously, more concerned with ensuring she did her utmost to help Nova more so than herself - perhaps joking was the way to twist her arm to agree.

It took a moment for the joke to register, what with everything else in her head, but when it did, the grin spread like lightning. It flashed quick and bright, followed by a quiet laugh as she considered her companion, fingers still carefully prodding at the back of her own head. “Darlin’, I will buy you whatever you want,” she drawled, though blue eyes were sharp as they studied Thalia’s face. She wanted to ask, wanted to pry. The curiosity was like a constant presence at the back of her mind, but it wasn’t the place. Wasn’t the time.

Thalia offered to clean again and Nova bit her lip, glancing again at the floor. Her disgust must’ve been obvious if Thalia was picking up on it and... well, maybe it was better to clean blood up wet than dry. She’d be pissed if she’d stained her floor. “I’ll definitely owe you one,” she said at last, agreeing because it seemed easier - and more pleasant - to do so. “And I, uh. I actually drove here today. I could drive you home so you don’t have to go on the train looking like you recently murdered someone. Or if you’re going to insist on playing nurse,” she added slowly, her mind racing now as she puzzled out how to get Thalia to confess, “You could come to my place to shower. I’ve got clothes you can borrow and my own machine to clean all of that.” She waved to the mess that was Thalia’s clothes, trying to very carefully avoid looking. “I could make us some dinner. To, you know, repay all of this.”

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if you were a disney character, who would you be & why?

Oh god, I’d definitely be Maleficent. Causing chaos for chaos’s sake, just generally being a total badass. Most people, they’d probably think I’d be a princess. Blonde hair, blue eyes? No brainer. But nah, I don’t want anything to do with that. I want to be a villain who kicks ass.