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𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

❝ — he’d barely been in kaos for more than a day, but already adrian had started to find inspiration in the history that pulsed through every inch of the island — like a steady, eternal heartbeat. the salty sea air, the warm glow of the sun on his skin, and the energy of something thrumming in his veins. it was intoxicating; utterly inspired, he found himself sitting in the grass of a small park. calloused fingers idly plucked out a soft melody, when a bird fluttered down and landed on the grass in front of him. “well, hello,” adrian greeted with a soft grin. he’d always had a way with animals, even wild ones that were generally wary of humans. the bird tilted his head, and he mirrored it’s posture, tilting his in return. grin widening, he strummed a few cords for the bird. it hopped towards him once, intrigued by the sound, before flying away, startled by another presence. 

adrian turned, hand up to block the sun in his eyes, and smiled up at the person he couldn’t quite make out. “and hello to you, too.”

          one foot in front of the other, a simple step at a time. that’s code, for ‘i’m only fucking walking’. the expression on her face screamed ‘do not interact’ and for the most part, people heeded that silent warning. they left her alone, to which she was thankful for. everyone but adrian, it would seem. him and his stupid guitar and the stupid bird that just had to flutter off as if she were the scariest being walking the face of the planet -- and to top it all off, now his attention was on her and he was so hard to get away from sometimes. “oh, great. it’s you. splendid. super. spec-fucking-tacular.” her words drip like monotonous venom, a gaze of absolute disinterest settling upon her features as she glances down at his sitting figure. 

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hecatesii‌:

          THE COFFEE SHOP WAS BUSTLING, FULL TO THE BRIM WITH INDIVIDUALS seeking the same quaint atmosphere as rhiannon. the line was longer than she’d ever seen; she even kept looking up from the sketchbook on her table to check out the chaos. at this point, every single table was taken, so she was lucky she’d gotten her seat over an hour ago. a few feet away, she couldn’t help but notice an individual looking for a seat; one they’d surely never find. ❝ excuse me ! ❞ rhiannon called out, straining to be heard over the noise. she flashed them an inviting smile, before gesturing energetically with her hand for them to come over to her. ❝ you can share this table with me, if you’d like — ❞ rhiannon reached across the table to take her giant bag of supplies off of the seat across from her, leaving it open. ❝ i don’t need the whole table, and it looks like you need a spot. ❞

          the absolute last thing that eleanora duponte wants to do is share a table with this stranger. hell, she’d hardly wanted to remain within the cafe when she’d seen the lack of available seating. so close, she’d been to the door -- so quick, so ready to walk out -- and then her attention was beckoned, and although she was far more likely to ignore such a call, she did want to sit down and enjoy her danish rather than eat on the go like some next level heathen. there’s a slight roll in her eyes as she turns to face rhiannon, and a smile paints itself upon her rose-tinted lips. “well, aren’t you sweet ..” ella starts, her enthusiasm noticeably fake. “much appreciated.”

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aramintiax‌:

╰ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ∗ 

     when she had the time to take a break, ara liked to look around the museum and just wander. it was peaceful and calming for her to just weave through the statues and be among old artefacts. that how she found herself standing in front of a painting of the illad from the renaissance - it was one of her favourite epic poems because it really showed the dichotomy between gods and mortals. a topic she found was always on her mind for some reason.

     “beautiful isn’t it?” she asked out loud. she had felt a presence behind her for some time now and thought it polite to invite them to conversation, though she didn’t look back and continued to gaze at the strokes of paint that covered the canvas.

          icy eyes lift from the screen of her phone, lazily glancing at the piece that ara spoke of. “i s’pose,” the words drip from ella’s lips as though it were made of honey -- slow, and a little too sweet for her own liking. “why are you so interested in all of ...” she lifts a hand and gestures to the museum around them, eyebrows raising in question. “... this ? it’s no more than dust collectors in a big room.”

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✧･ﾟ(   khione + kaylee bryant + cisfemale   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   eleanora “ella” duponte  ) around ? (  she  ) has been in kaos for (   six months   ). the (   twenty two year old   ) is a/an (   unemployed   ) from (   ontario, canada   ). people say they can be (   fierce   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   cunning   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the numbness in your fingertips when touching ice, frost patterns along a rose petal, & the warmth of hot chocolate on a winter morning   ).

I ALSO MADE A PINTEREST HERE IT ISSSSSS click here

hi usually i have a pretty intro graphic but ya girl is feeling ultra lazy today and photoshop is being a big bitch and so i just ... decided to use a little gif that truly encompasses ella as a person EIRUFLKND

BUT ANYWAYS hey it’s me again, lou, i also play julietta and i am soooo excited to be introducing this baby to you all !! i’m gonna be frank, she’s not the easiest to get along with ?? i kinda based her a little bit off of how khione was in the pjo books but Less Evil and Less Messy if that makes sense ?? she’s just really blunt and kinda sorta rude and very much the queen of RBF. below is a bio i wrote in second person -- it’s pretty long so u dont have to read it if u dont want to i promise it wont hurt my feelings ill be happy to give u a tldr if u want me to. 

i hope u enjoy my baby ,, pls dont be afraid to plot with her i promise she may seem like a meanie but she rlly does have the Capability to be nice ,,, she’s just forgotten how ,,

on december 25th, in the year 1997, you made your way into the world in the midst of the coldest night ontario had faced in months. your parents, evelyn and nathaniel duponte, had prayed and prayed for a baby girl for years. years and years and years of trying and trying and trying until eventually, they had given up. and it was only when they’d given up that you came to be.

as a child, you were nothing short of the brightest light in the house. your smile was enough to brighten even the darkest of hearts, your laughter sweeter than even the daintiest christmas bells. you were a dream child – that is, until they stole your light. and how did the do that, you ask ? well, this is truly where our story begins …

no one is entirely sure when the passion blossomed, but some rumor it to have started on your fourth birthday. your mother and father thought that a fun trip to an ice skating rink would make for a good present, and much to their surprise, you were a natural. it was as if you were born specifically for the ice. one step into the rink and off you went, able to hold yourself upright and balanced even at such a young age. a prodigy, they said. absolutely incredible, they praised. you left that evening with a new pair of skates and weekly lessons scheduled into your routine.

after two months of lessons, they went from weekly to three times a week. and then every day. before you really knew what was happening, you were spending every second of your life at the ice rink, honing in your skills. this talent that you possessed was going to get you far in life, your coach had said. what he didn’t seem to realize was the monster that it would awaken within your mother. it was gradual, at first. a slow trickle. one day she was more proud of you than any parent ever could, and then a week later she was subtly criticizing your technique. and then she was restricting you from going out with friends, saying that practice was far more important. and then she was pointing out every single flaw that you had, and harshly at that. pretty soon, the joy in your eyes winked out, the warmth in your chest icing over entirely. if a machine was what she wanted for a daughter, a machine was what she would get.

competitions came and went, gold medals were secured, and you were on a fast track to competing in the olympics. your once bright and bubbly personality had since faded into one of cold and cunning, of ice and harsh. you only ever smiled when you won. your mother was no longer the nurturing woman you remembered. your father allowed her to treat you like her own personal doll. you began to fold within yourself until you were nothing but a frozen front, a heart iced completely with no chance of thaw.

your first olympics were terrifying. but you persevered, and came home with the gold for your division. a landslide win, they’d called it. rookie sensation, they deemed you. the praise went right to your head, and the arrogance bloomed in your chest. you knew just how good you were, and didn’t let anyone tell you differently. four years later, you competed again, and yet another gold. a two time olympic champion, a national ranking – what more could you need ?

and then you saw the zillow ad for a nice house on a small island called kaos. for the first time in forever, something besides ice caught your attention. it was an impulse decision, and a quick move. she waited until both of her parents were out of the house to have all of her things collected, and just like that, she was gone. vanished. no word as to where she was going other than a note that read ‘see you whenever.’ it’s been six months since then, and she has no plans on leaving kaos anytime soon.

iii. details.

she is not very nice ,,,

she also comes from a fuckload of money. very high society.

is a world ranked figure skater

has won two olympic gold medals

her favorite color is champagne ( shes so boujee i hate her )

always has very manicured nails

honestly the best way i can describe her is like

blair waldorf except not whiny ??? very much a “i’m important and idc what you say about it” vibe

definitely lives in designer clothing

used to be very artistic and was actually fantastic at painting and drawing and sculpting but then her mom was like “its a distraction no more for u”

she really …. doesn’t know how to have fun anymore ??

MAAAAAJOR slytherin vibes. like major. very ambitious and cunning and will do anything to get to where she wants to be

like she doesn’t care who she has to go through

and she also doesn’t care who’s feelings she hurts

has a maine coon named fluffernutter ,,, because he is white and brown and reminded her of the sandwich. however she commonly refers to him as fluff and refuses 2 tell anyone his actual name

wears only one piece of jewelry and it is a silver necklace with a locked heart pendant ( this is absolutely symbolism thnx )

does not have a job because she does not need a job

really likes the luxurious lifestyle

definitely owns a rolex

really just … doesn’t care abt anything

someone thaw her out pls & thank u

iii. wanted plots !!! im also super duper open to brainstorming things of our own ! these are just ideas !!!

1. the former best friend - this is someone that she spent a good majority of her time with before her mother limited interactions with people. they did everything together, whether it be watching a movie or trying to see how long they can get away with hiding in a grocery store after they close. it’s been nearly four years since they’ve spoken, and this might be one of the only people to bring a genuine reaction out of her.

2. the almost, the maybe, the “there’s something there” - they met recently. or maybe they met awhile ago. could work either way. this person was almost successful in attempting to worm their way into her heart. almost, however, is the key word in that statement. having gone so long without genuine human interaction outside of her sport, she hadn’t realized just how much she had longed for a friend. and then, she suddenly liked them as more then a friend, and that was when ella cut off everything. she’ll never admit it, but the idea of building a connection with someone terrified her.

3. the rival - oh, these two do not like each other. the why is something that can be discussed, but just know that there was some sort of altercation that led to the level of dislike between the two of them. could it possibly change ?? maybe so. i’d actually like to see how that pans out. however, as of right now, the most they do is snipe at one another mercilessly