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rohandesaiiâ:
âI understand that completely.â Rohan replied with a nod of his head and a friendly smile. âI havenât been here too long myself and it can be a bit overwhelming. If I didnât have my sister, i donât think iâd have adjusted just as much as I have.â he chuckled. If Ria wasnât around to show him all of the places he needed to know or to introduce him to half of the town, he highly doubted heâd have found himself as comfortable as he was quite so quickly.Â
âAnd the menu here is a bit overwhelming as well, parallel to how overwhelming moving to this town can be.â he laughed. âBut from what iâve been told and what iâve tried, almost everything on it is excellent so you pretty much canât go wrong with whatever you choose.â the man commented. âBut iâve completely forgotten my manners. Iâm Rohan.â
Cleo was somewhat captivated by the man in front of her. He was attractive and, more importantly, he treated her like a normal person. Though she did not necessarily mind the recognition, she liked to feel that she was a regular member of society at times. âThat must be so nice,â she said, a glimmer in her eyes, âto have some family around.âÂ
Nodding, Cleo listened to the manâs assessment of both the food and the town. It had been overwhelming, trying to adjust to a new life in a new place while simultaneously trying to figure out who she was. Then, the man introduced himself and she smiled widely. âIâm Cleo,â she said, âCleo Karam.â She added her last name to try and disguise herself, in a way. Throughout her career, she only went by Cleo, as that was what seemed to be best for branding purposes. Now, though, it was time to break free of that persona and all of the baggage that followed it.
emeraude: Life is too precious⊠Itâs in these sacred moments of tranquility where we are touched by nature that we find peace. We find truth. Moments we wish would last forever.
@xoxo-cleo
Rohan found himself spending far more time than necessary at Toro Loco, unable to get enough of their food. The vegetarian nachos were his favorite but he did love the chicken tacos too. Though he was a skilled cook, he found himself grabbing lunch at the restaurant once or twice a week. He knew that it was becoming excessive but he couldnât bring himself to care too much. So there he was, grabbing a seat at Toro Loco for the second time that week, deciding to try something new. The fish tacos seemed interesting enough so he didnât hesitate to order them. The man spotted someone sitting alone at the next table so he decided to lean over to start a friendly conversation. âThe chicken tacos are really good if you havenât had them here yet. Or the nachos.â he suggested.
Cleo had found herself in a Mexican restaurant. It was not necessarily shocking. Tacos had always been a comfort food for her. She swore up and down that her mother made the best, but she hoped that she could find something comparable here in Hollow Grove. So, she looked up a taco place that was near her and headed there.Â
It was strange to feel so on her own. Luckily, she found herself managing to avoid crowds of people who knew her, but she simultaneously craved affection. Sitting down at a table, she looked at the menu, her eyes glazing over. There were just too many options. Cleo felt just about ready to give up when she heard a voice over her shoulder. It wasnât asking for an autograph or pointing her out for who she was. Instead, it was a light recommendation as to what to order. âThanks!â she smiled over at the man. âIâm actually new to town in general, so Iâm trying to figure it all out.â
juliette-weylynâ:
If any of her siblings saw what Juliette was doing theyâd likely be the first to play mom or dad and force her home without supper or some medieval practice. However, they werenât here right now and Juliette liked to think she was a big girl who could take care of herself. Swinging the passenger door open, the young werewolf quickly hopped into the car, though she hadnât really taken a proper look at the stranger. Not until the door was closed, her bag was on the floor and her seatbelt was being stretched across her frame to buckle on the other side. As green eyes finally did peer up to meet the gaze of the other though, Juliette froze. âHoly shitâŠâ she muttered under her breath as evident disbelief crossed her features. âNo, no wayâŠyouâre Cleo. The Cloe with the voice.â At least, she looked a hell of a lot like the singer Juliette adored as a preteen. Without a second thought, the young werewolf shifted the weight of her body in the seat as to better face the driver. âMy twelve-year-old self would be dying right now.â Honestly, her twenty-two-year-old self was fangirling pretty hard but with age came composure and the ability to only enterally freak out.Â
Cleo had to smile at the devil-may-care attitude with which the girl entered her car. It reminded her somewhat of herself, trusting of the world around her. Perhaps to a fault. She had placed her trust in too many people who had let her down. But, of course, she was going to get this girl wherever she needed to be. Cleo liked to think of herself as a person you could count on, a person who was true to her word.Â
Though it was dark, it didnât take the girl long to figure out who she was. Cleo smiled to herself. âYeah, thatâs me,â she admitted as she started driving. The girlâs bubbly personality was infectious and even Cleo didnât feel as horrible as she usually did when thinking about her career. Her failed career. âI can assure you that Iâm nothing to die over,â she laughed lightly. âWhere am I taking you?â
â (rohan)
When Cleo had phoned Rohan to see if he was busy, sheâd decided to tell him she had an urgent matter that needed attention immediately. She didnât know what had possed her to lie to him like that, but she supposed it was out of mere greed for his time. Though the two had only gotten to know each other recently, she already found that she could count on the man, and she liked the time that the two spent together. Cleo told him he needed to be ready and that sheâd pick him up in a matter of minutes.
So, after the two hung up, she drove her way over to his place, humming her favorite songs to herself. Upon arrival, she hustled to the door, knocking loudly. âRohan, get ready,â she called, âIâm taking you on an adventure.â Frankly, she hadnât a place in mind, but no matter where they went, they would make it worthwhile.
LIZZO Truth Hurts (2017)
Emeraude Toubia â via Instagram Stories | 03.11.2018.
Booksmart (2019) dir. Olivia Wilde
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[ â ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.
juliette-weylynâ:
Like a scene right out of a movie where the girl got picked up by a mysterious stranger, or a familiar face she had yet to find out, Juliette stood on the side of the road, her arm extended and thumb sticking out, a universal hitchhiking sign. Which must have worked because before she knew it the twenty-two-year-old was leaning against the car talking to the driver through the passenger window. âSo, what do you say? Give me a ride back into town and when I make the police force I wonât give you a speeding ticket every time I see your car?â
Cleo went out driving to clear her head. She was still adjusting to living in Hollow Grove and wanted to get her bearings straight, so it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. When it started to get dark, she decided to turn around and head home, but she caught sight of a young female on the side of the road, apparently hitch-hiking. Not wanting the girl to find herself in an unsafe position, Cleo pulled over and rolled her window down. The girl made a cute little offer and Cleo laughed lightly. âHow can I say no to that?â she asked. âGo ahead and get in.â
   CLEOPATRA KARAM
(age.) twenty five (species.) witch (abilities.) electrokensis and empathy (occupation.) singer (residency.) arrived march 2019 (mirror.) emeraude toubia
â Â a pavement of the past
There wasnât anything decidedly special about the Karam family. Farez Karam owned a bookstore in New York City and his wife, Alma, stayed home with their daughter Cleopatra. They were able to make ends meet but werenât able to scrape by with much more. Nonetheless, the family was as happy as a middle class family can be in New York City. Things changed, though, when Farez and Alma discovered that their little Cleo could sing. She could reallysing. At five years old she stunned their church group to the point that they took donations for voice lessons so that she could sing the hymns. At that point, instead of seeing their daughter as a child, her parents began to look at her as a cash cow. They took her to pageants. They took her to competitions. They encouraged her to sing, but not for her.
Though Cleo didnât often win her competitions, her name did start creating buzz through the New York industry. Her parents were approached by agents, but the numbers were always too low. Their daughter was going to be a star, not someone theyâd put in the backseat. Then, Disney arrived. At twelve, they offered Cleoâs parents the opportunity of a lifetime. If they gave away Cleo, their wildest dreams would come true. So, they did. They signed a contract that not only put Cleo in a television series but also guaranteed her a world tour conditioned on the success of the first season.
And the first season was a success. And the second season. And the third. Cleo became a household name all over the world. Her music touched fans from the United States to Japan to France to India. But there was one problem - it wasnât her music. Within the contract, Disney hid requirements that she only perform songs they chose for her, songs they wrote for her. She had no creative liberty. While that hadnât bothered her much at first, she started to realize she was capable of more than they were letting her do. Whenever she complained to her parents, though, they reminded her that Disney was why they had a nice home and beautiful clothes. Without Disney where would they be? In their small New York apartment? Is that where she wanted to be? Reluctantly, Cleo realized they were right.
Cleo also began to realize that her capabilities ran deeper than music as well. Though her parents had occasionally noticed a flickering of lights when Cleo was upset or the television turning on when she was bored, they hadnât thought anything of it. No one had, except Cleo. As she grew, her powers did as well, and she found herself more and more able to manipulate the electric energy around her. Unfortunately, she still sometimes lost control.
In a particularly heated discussion with her executives, she caused the lights on the floor to all turn out, leaving them all in the dark. At that point the majority of the people in the room began to panic, except one. When the lights came back on, the Disney executive in charge of handling her career calmly asked everyone to leave the room except for Cleo. The man was a witch himself, heâd explained, and he talked to her about her powers, told her how he envisioned they could use them. He promised Cleo that if she manipulated her electrokenisis during her shows, he could make it so she could perform her own music. And Cleo trusted him.
But she should not have. Though the shows were gaining momentum once she added her magic, she started to worry that people would discover she wasnât like anyone else. The executive promised her that heâd protect her, and she wanted to perform her own music so badly that she went with it. At their next contractual discussion, things seemed like they were going well. The parties agreed that Cleo could put three of her own songs on her upcoming album if Disney could choose her album artwork and the overall aesthetic for the album. She gleefully agreed, excited that the world would hear her music.
The world didnât hear her music though, as Disney buried it under the music videos they wanted to release. They started taking her from the squeaky clean pop star theyâd built to a sexualized diva. Her clothes were getting tighter and her lyrics were dirtier. Though she tried to protest, no one listened. No one cared. So she went with it. She became the girl they wanted her to be, and she did it well. Cleo fell in with a crowd of models and socialite, drinking to excess and snorting lines of cocaine to keep herself going.
Soon, it all caught up with her. During a relatively routine performance, she fell and lost control of her electrokinesis which started a fire in the overhead lights. Most guests ended up unscathed, but a couple crew members suffered burns and maintained serious hospital visits. The executive, once supportive, turned on her, telling her she had to admit to the world that she was an addict and that she needed help. Her admission was followed by an explanation that her fall tugged a wire that caused a spark in the overhead lighting. People bought it, which was positive, but Cleo was shipped to rehab, which was not.
In many ways, rehab was likely the best course of action for Cleo. She needed the break to clear her head, but when she got out, Disney closed her out. Why would they want a contract with a witch? The people she thought supported her turned their backs on her. Even her parents who were upset about the money they lost in the liability suits from the crewmembers. Cleo had nowhere to turn.
So, she turned to Hollow Grove. It was a place for people like her, supernaturals who had nowhere else to turn. Cleo figured sheâd start her life over, do things her way this time. With no one to tell her who to be or what to do, she hoped to find out who the real Cleo was.
â Â the nature of the beast
Cleo is a headstrong woman who has been burned one too many times. She thinks she can get through this life by her own free will, but she often forgets how much help she really needs to navigate the challenges that she faces. In fact, she requires a great deal of assistance, but still manages to find it in the wrong places. Though sheâs gotten screwed over more times than she can count, she continues to put her trust into the wrong people, hoping that they are her ticket back to the big time.
Being an artist, Cleoâs creativity knows no bounds. She can draw on the emotions of others to write a song that speaks to people. When it comes to her own feelings, they come to her so deeply that she feels her only release is to write them down on paper. The girl has faced a lot of struggles, and she is still struggling, which leaves her vulnerable. More than anything, Cleo wants to feel like she is in control, but she just doesnât know how to get there.