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scinces:

“Study!” Ophelia smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Akin to…dissecting you, I suppose. I’d like to be observing your movements and the like.” Though she didn’t plan on dissecting her wife, that was a level of morbid she didn’t want to cross. The scientist tilted her head at Lila’s words. “So you wanted to make a statement?” Ophelia nodded, it was a noble enough goal, however unrealistic it was. “What good do you think marrying off supers and humans could possibly do?” She sighed, “is this like a kink thing? Do you have a kink?”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, though she then crossed her arms as she stood opposite of the other woman, one brow quirking upwards slightly despite her saying nothing in response. "It is not a kink," she replied truthfully, though almost too quickly, lips pulling into a fine line. "I guess a part of me wants to show people that we can live together peacefully. You know, get married and all of that without starting a war among each other." Wanting to change the topic off of herself, she sighed softly. "Why did you join?"

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scinces:

The woman, Ophelia noted, was far less talkative than she was. A simple, dry, ‘nice to meet you’ left her mouth and nothing more. Not that Ophelia minded in the slightest, she certainly could talk enough for the both of them. “Oh, don’t worry, the needles I have are sterile,” she smiled as if it wasn’t odd to carry medical supplies in a purse along with her. She was thankful, at least, that no one ever asked to see inside a woman’s purse. She looked back up at Lila and tried to explain, “I’m not going to take anything without your consent.” She nodded, “as your wife–future wife–it’s imperative that I collect some sample for…uh…” she narrowed her eyes as she tried to come up with a good lie before eventually giving up, “I’d like to study you.” For better or worse, they were stuck together; and Ophelia had planned from the very beginning to use that to her advantage. “Ms. Yang, why did you join this program?”

"W-What do you mean... study me?" Lila didn't stutter often, she was a well composed being. But with some stories she had heard about violent experiments on superhumans... that choice of words hit her in the wrong spot. She was just about to answer Ophelia's question with a quick 'none of your buisiness' before it dawned on her that it was likely going to be smart to keep herself and her true intentions covered from others. Responding like that would only be suspicious. "I joined because I believe that a lot has to change in this world," she responded quickly, lips pulling into a thin line right after. Her eyes skimmed over the other woman, still trying to assess whether she should be especially distrusting towards her.

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lorieism:

——–❛ thank you for making me feel a little more sane tonight. ❜ she gasped, this place’s air was making her feel like she was out of breath, too much pressure to keep up with her anxiety. lorie was so close to ask herself the question ‘why am i still here?’ for the billionth time. she was the one who started this, coming here, choosing to participate, so she had to try, at least. ❛ do you regret coming here? because i do. ❜

Lila simply nodded, taking one of the few sips of champagne she had allowed herself to take that evening. "Sure do regret it," she responded with a sigh. "If it were more socially acceptable I'd have left by now."

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be-happy-and-enjoy-the-life

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hateswitches-deactivated2020121

Walking around the gala proved to be more boring than Ophelia thought. She couldn’t find her match, and no one seemed willing to part with a blood sample. It wasn’t like any of them needed that much blood–or at least that’s how Ophelia saw it. She sighed, picking up her case and starting out of the gala when she spotted a head of brown hair that she just couldn’t forget.

Partly because it was attached to a pretty face, and then partly because it was the pretty face of the woman she’d been trying to find all along. “Lila Yang!” she called out, jumping up and down and waving like an excited child. “Oh, I’m so glad I caught you,” she smiled, fawning over the woman. “I’m Dr. Opehlia Lewis, your..assigned human, I suppose. Or wife, but semantics is hardly the point here. Has anyone ever told you that you have these wonderful eyes?” She set down her case, opening it just as swiftly as she was speaking. “Now roll up your sleeve please so I can take a blood sample.”

zombivs

After hours of unsuccessfully avoiding social contact and trying to find the one person in the crowd that she had joined for, the brunette was trying to come up with a plan on how to ditch the gala without anyone noticing her strutting right out of the front door before the evening ended. She did have the skill of invisibility, after all, but she couldn't just vanish into thin air.. maybe going to the bathroom and then leaving while she was invisible would be the best option. Just about to do so, Lila heard someone call out her name, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion. After all she hadn't been planning on anyone here being able to recognize her. Turning around, her eyes settled upon a very familiar pretty face. Ophelia Lewis . Her curiosity had gotten the best of her, so Lila had peeked into the envelope that she had received about her match... How in hell the two of them were supposed to fit together still confused her. "Nice to meet you," she responded dryly, overwhelmed by the amount of words that were streaming out of the female's mouth. In her eyes, this was currently just a waste of her time, she had no intention of actually going through with the matching process... surely she'd find a way out of the program as soon as it no longer benefited her. Upon being asked for a blood sample, however, Ophelia definitely gained her attention. Enough for Lila to take a step backwards and away from the woman, the expression on her face clearly showing that she thought her match was a crazy person. "What?" She asked, dumbfounded, and most definitely looking like an idiot now.

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augustxbarclay:

That… was not the response that he was expecting. August wasn’t used to people reacting this way to anything he said. But, it didn’t throw him off his game. The smirk was still on his face as he neared the railing, slipping his free hand into his pocket. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you aren’t particularly happy to be here.” August tilted his head as he looked over at her. She was definitely the brooding type and he knew this was going to be particularly interesting. “Did you receive a match?”

Lila shrugged, quirking a brow at him. "How did you come to that conclusion?" She asked, sarcasm evident in her voice. "But, you know, since you're going to ditch this place for a bar, I'd believe you aren't happy to be here either." The woman eyes him cautiously before shifting her gaze back in to the ballroom. "I sure did receive a match."

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jocals:

Cal’s grin slowly fell, the woman looked less than amused. And what’d she’d said was…troubling, to say the least. “You don’t like cheese?” He questioned, nonchalantly eating one of the cubes he picked out of his hair. “Who doesn’t like cheese? Are you vegan?” It was the only explanation for dislike of cheese. “Breadsticks…” he paused, “There’s breadsticks?” He knelt down to quickly pick up all the fallen cheese before bouncing back up as well as he could. “Take me to the breadsticks, ma’am.”

Lila stared blankly at the man for a few moments, regretting that she had even given him an in to the current conversation. Then she nodded, turned around and headed straight for the snack table, assuming that he would follow. Reaching forward, the brunette picked up a breadstick for herself and gestured to the rest of them for him.

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darknesscrushed:

Oh, now that was a game changer. Amelia wasn’t worried, she considered herself to be good at getting herself out of these situations. She hadn’t been to prison for nearly thirty five years so she had to be doing something right. Amelia held her hand to her chest and faked being hurt by the comment. “I never said it was my hand, officer.”

Lila narrowed her eyes at the other woman, trying to make up her mind whether the woman was pretending to be hurt or not. "Where did yiu get the wallet from then? And even if that is the case I'm sure you can see how it would be morally wrong to keep someone's belongings."

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darknesscrushed:

“Why would I do that?” Amelia asked and turned herself around to face the woman. She had no intention of handing it in, she had behaved for nearly a full minute, she deserved the reward. “He was the idiot who couldn’t feel the hand in his back pocket”

Her brows shot upwards, the brunette now completely dismissing her phone as she looked over at the other woman. "Well, considering you're currently talking to a member of the Chicago PD that would be the most intelligent thing to do. You're lucky that I am willing to forget you just told me you took that wallet from someone else."

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Lila simply hummed in response, her eyes falling upon the other woman's heels and deciding that taking her own off for a few moments to give herself a break was quite the good idea. Reaching downward she soon discarded her shoes to the side and pulled her phone out if her purse, hoping that might be a sign that the other woman would understand.. she wasn't one for small talk

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joderly-blog

Completely unamused with the organization’s pair for her she’d kept herself calm by saying she could leave whenever she wanted. She didn’t have to stay, she didn’t have to go. Any chance to buy a new dress and put on some of the finer pieces in her jewelry collection couldn’t be passed up, however, and she’d found herself at the gala. The party was fancy, she could say that much about it at least. Lorilae ambled the edges of the crowd, daiquiri in hand, observing the scene. There wasn’t any real need for a getaway plan –not yet– but the habit wasn’t one she was looking to break anytime soon. “I’m not sure if the open bar is a blessing or a mistake. Twenty dollars says someone starts drunk-crying within the hour.” She turned and smiled at the nearest person. Might as well have fun while she’s there, she figured.

zombivs

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empowereddarkness

Galas weren’t something Amelia attended often. This was the first one she had been invited without having to invite herself. She usually used them for cover, the host was always busy with guests and the guests were busy with each other so it was a perfect time to pick pocket and have a little look around. Although she was making some kind of an attempt to give a good impression that didn’t stop Amelia from having a little fun. She sat herself down on one of the more comfy chairs available and flicked through the wallet she had ‘found’. She grinned at the person closest to her and waved the wallet around a little. “You’d think someone would have noticed they lost this by now wouldn’t you?”

zombivs

Lila had given up on her original intent of sighting the one villian that she had been after for quite a while now. It was getting exhausting to eye all of the people present for any signs of their identity and, honestly, she was getting tired of the heels that she had forced herself into. Finally seating herself on one of the nearby chairs, the brunette pulled her phone out of her purse and was just about to mentally distance herself from the situation she was in as the woman next to her addressed her. "Well, you should probably hand it in to the event's manager, they'll be able to find the unlucky person who lost it."

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nighthawkc-blog1

Parties such as these always seemed so stuffy to Cameron. People dressed in clothes that probably wouldn’t see the light of day otherwise. To him it all had seemed like a good way to build a facade. Not that it mattered he was playing along with the game as well. When he had received information on the woman he was matched with that morning, he almost wanted to opt out of the event but not wanting to be rude he found himself among the throng of people in an overly lush setting. Of course he bumped into someone while checking the information he had sent to his phone once again. “Terribly sorry, this place should come with a road map it seems.”

zombivs

The amount of times that people had already bumped into her that evening (and, honestly, who could blame them with the lack of personal space in this building), Lila didn't even blink twice before replying, "It's fine," to the male in front of her. "Are you looking for something specific?"

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lorieism-blog

——–she was in all black. black leather jacket, black jeans, black blouse and black boots. nothing much different than her daily combo. lorie was ambiguous about putting that red lipstick on as a final detail, she did it for the sake of the name ‘gala’. lorie tried to convince herself that it was going to be an easy peasy night. ‘find the guy or maybe he’ll find you and voila, you have a mate now’. but stepping into the gala, an incredible crowd, dressed fancy more than ever, it wasn’t going to be that easy at all. not even near to easy, since one in every three person was giving her that judgy look because of her choice of casual gown. ❛ it looks like I owe an apology for not being fancy enough. ❜ she murmured to herself, probably louder than she should, drawing the other’s attention. ❛ sorry, i was just talking to myself. ❜ yeah lorie, keep it creepier.

zombivs

As the evening went on, Lila's thirst grew... and eventually she allowed herself to have a tiny sip of the champagne that had been resting comfortably in her hand until then. She wasn't a drinker, not even socially, but approaching the snack and beverage table had already turned out to be a bad idea and an invitation for people to approach her at the beginning of the gala... She sure as he'll wasn't going to go over there again. Hearing someone mutter something nearby, she almost rolled her eyes, expecting the unwanted approach of someone yet again. However, the females following words made her feel at least somewhat sympathy for her. "You're fine," she responded. "Everyone who says otherwise is too full of themselves. It's just a gala, not a royal ceremony."

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strikequiet

While August just loved the number of hot bodies within the gala, he knew he needed a little bit of fresh air. Maybe it was the alcohol that drove him outside. He was glad to find a balcony off the gala’s main ballroom. He was surprised, though, when he walked out on the balcony to find that he wasn’t alone. It was a large balcony so they weren’t stuck next to each other. But, August couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know about you but if I heard one more violin, I was going to go crazy. After I find whoever it is I’m supposed to find, I’m going to escape to a proper bar.” He finished off his complaining with a grin.

zombivs

She had already noticed the safe space of the outer area at the beginning of the evening and being someone who was used to ditching social interations, the woman had been well aware that she was going to exit out of the room as soon as things got too uncomfirtable. Around the time that some girl walked up to her and just wouldn't stop talking about her coin collection that Lila hadn't even asked about, the brunette excused herself and vanished out onto the balcony, glancing at the view outside briefly before looking back into the room through the closed glass door. "That's good for you," she responded dryly, her safe space now being interrupted by the presence of the guy opposite of her. "The music is pretty gruesome."

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jocals-deactivated20250120

Cal hobbled around the gala, picking at his black suit that was just a little too tight on his body. He had managed to take an entire tray of cheese cubes, which had been an accident but hardly one he was sorry for. He’d been trying to get to a corner so he could eat in piece when he stumbled into someone, cheese flying about. “Sorry!” He said immediately before trying to explain himself, “well don’t tell me you didn’t want to just take the food home. Ain’t that why anyone comes to these things?” He picked cheese out of his hair, “guess we’ve got a…cheesy…situation on our hands.”

zombivs

She wasn't comfortable at all.. events like these were most definitely not her thing. Lila would have much rather preferred to be alone in her room with a cup of coffee and a book right then, remaining silently at the edge of the room and strolling slowly with a glass of champagne untouched in her hands. The brunette was glancing around to assess the people around her, not looking ahead just as she bumped into another person. "Shit," she muttered after a bunch of cheese cubes rained down upon her. "It's fine." Lila shrugged, though her face remained emotionless. "Honestly, I wouldn't want to take the cheese cubes with me... I'm not a fan of cheese." She plucked some of them out of her own hair as well. "But the breadsticks... those have been the best part of the evening."

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sugcrlips:

The lack of SMILE noted, her own faltered slightly ; but kept her eyes on the canvas above her. The QUIET was welcomed, the swish of the champagne bottle the only noise that reached sensitive ears. The violins were muted by the doors & & windows, laughter drowned. Porcelain hands reached out to the side with the bottle, n invitation for the other behind her to have a little more than what the flute gave up. ❛ WANT the rest ? ? My tolerance is not all that high, & & I’m afraid if I drink more, I won’t remember tonight. ❜

Lila came to the conclusion that there was no one of interest in the immediate area, giving a sigh at that realisation and settling her eyes upon the blonde before her briefly afterwards. Her eyes skimmed over her briefly, the brunette quite convinced that no one in this program was going to be worthy of her trust... However, solely for the purpose of succeeding in the task that she had and that lead her here, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to at least gain a bit of information about those around her. "No, thanks," she said, face still remaining still, though her voice was poite. "I don't drink at all... I just felt obligated to at least be polite." The woman gestured to the still full glass in her hand with a soft shrug.

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