#& ⋰ reina01.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @reinaazarolla where: tri delt valentine's party when: during spin the bottle

When it was Jacqui's turn, they spun the bottle with a lack of concern, no such thing as a bad spin if you asked them. But when the bottle rattled to a stop pointing at a petite (rare, that someone was considered more petite than Jacqui) brunette, a smile quickly spread across their face, Jacqui and Reina spilling into the closet that was being utilized for the evening. "Well," Jacqui said as the door clicked shut, the outside sounds muffled, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the dark. "I don't actually think we've met before..." they mused, the face of the brunette unfamiliar to them. Not that they were complaining about that at all. They had said they wanted this semester to be different from the last - what better way then getting to know new people? "Hell of a way to meet someone," they joked.

[cara-mrrsn]

"Do you know?" Cara retorted quickly, eyebrows high on her forehead as she stared down Reina, a spike of anger that she normally did her best to keep under control rising in her. There were plenty of accusation she could lobby at the brunette at the moment, blame unfairly pelted at her just so Cara didn't have to deal with feeling it herself. "No," she said curtly, finally looking away as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, flier still crumpled into her other hand. "I have to go," she muttered, turning away from Reina, striding away before she could snap at her.

END.

The Morrison girl wasn’t wrong. Some people were really good at editing nothing and turning it into something. She could only hope she would actually be cut out of the special all together and if not then she could hope she didn’t make a complete ass of herself. “I know Cara,” Reina said with a slight roll of her eyes. “I meant when this first all started. Before Greer disappeared.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Do you have a theory as to why she’s just…gone?”

[georgia-jereau]

@reinathane​

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Georgia looked around her house. It was still a bit of a blank slate, but filling it out would come with time. Almost every furnishing was new. She’d left most of the furniture in the house in Nevada, so when Mal got out the place hadn;t been stripped clean. She’d only taken things that were personal to her. There was a box of photos under her bed, her jewelry box on her vanity that held things she rarely wore including her wedding ring, her entire closet had come with her and also in the closet, in a box tucked away were her daughter’s ashes. No way in hell she would have left those behind, but they certainly weren’t on display. Everything was clean, mostly because it was unused, but she didn’t mind it. It reminded her of a high end hotel. The house wasn’t her usual style, she preferred something new without any ghosts or stories in it’s walls. Still, the house had been completely redone and it would do. After all she didn’t plan on staying here forever.

Walking to the kitchen, she pulled a two wine glasses out of the cabinet and opened a bottle of red. There was white in the fridge in case Reina wanted any of that, plus a stocked bar in the dining room in case they really got into it. Georgia wasn’t sure she had any ‘friends’, and the only person she ever really missed was Mal and that was only sometimes. Still, Reina was one of the few people she had a history with that she hadn’t buried and didn’t want to. It had been a while since she’d seen the woman who’d once been queen of Nevada, but coming here meant that call had to be made. When she heard a knock at the door, she stalked over in her socks. Far less sophisticated than she let most people see her, but since it was paired with jeans and a sweater that probably cost more than most of the cars in town, she wasn’t too self-conscious. Opening the door, a true smile crept onto her face. “Hey, come on in.” she said, stepping aside and gesturing for the woman to come in. As soon as she’d stepped inside, Georgia shut the door and headed towards the kitchen, walking backwards as she did. “Do you want red, white or something stronger?” she asked. “ ‘cause I got it all here. Except for the whores. Left those back home.”

[hide-the-wilder-side]

@reinathane​

Location: Olympus Medical Center

When: Two days after the arson - Early evening

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Eddie had just wanted to poke her head in and show her face, just to see if anybody needed anything. Hospitals smelled weird. Too clean. Her hands were covered in smudged blue ink, notes and reminders about things that didn’t feel as important as the people who’d been hurt. She’s going to stay for a little bit, just in case. Going to the little machine in the corner, she puts in a crumpled few dollars that were previously jammed into her back pocket and presses a button for coffee. Eddie wrinkles her nose a bit, because it doesn’t look gross, but she’s definitely had worse things in her mouth. Turning around she notices a familiar face and while she can’t say she’s happy to see her, she is relieved to see she’s unharmed. “Hey, Reina.” she says, throwing up a weak wave and then glances down at the small cup in her hand and holds it up. “You want some trash, hospital coffee?” she offers. 

[serialeclipse]

@fiskesprett / reina

for what it’s worth, jeong domi is far from the worst celebrity reina’s had to deal with. the iron fist gamer is respected in her field, yet lacks the usual condescension to accompany her longstanding fame. but reina is far from the sort of person to be bossed around by some nepotistic stylist working at a superficial company like re:skin. in saying so, reina descends from a remarkable woman and likewise, inherits her cross to bear. so she does as she is told, steps aside and raises an ushering hand. she utters a painfully compliant, “please come in,” through softly gritted teeth. in the living room, there is a framed image of reina and her parents from back when they once deemed themselves a family. reina steps in front of it as she guides domi to the couch. “thank you for agreeing to meet me at my home. if you could wait here, i’ll bring your mod out for your final fitting,” the instruction is recited in a robotic tone that is absent of inflection, “can i offer you a drink while you wait?”

being famous is a strange kind of experience. it gets domi through places almost as fast as a port, sometimes, and other days domi's painfully aware of all the things her fame is too big to get through, like her reputation balloons out and blocks her from slipping through the cracks to where she needs to be.

specifically, trying to find even a question to her current problem seems impossible as jeong domi, iron fist’s shadow. there are suggestions hidden around, though, and domi has just enough connections to pick up on someone who might be able to help her out. but first, she needs to be someone else for a short moment, so she can get there, wherever that might be.

which is why the iron fist gamer's commissioned her first personal mod, taking a page out of seojun’s book. the designer is someone who’d come recommended and eager for reasons that she supposes could be taken as insulting, but domi doesn’t mind her new stylist’s excitement to give her a makeover. she's trying to look as different from herself as she can, and her new stylist seems to agree with her on that, at least.

the working hours, though, domi’s not sure they agree on. the stylist herself is nowhere to be found, but she’d been directed to a different location with the intern, that’s shaping up to be her own home instead of an office space.

"oh, thank you," domi agrees, following reina in. “no, it’s okay…” her gaze drifts over the furnishings, settling awkwardly with her hands on the family photos by the couch that she’s directed to. definitely not an office, she thinks, and feels pretty sheepish to be intruding in someone else’s home for a job off hours. “sorry about this,” she apologises, “this mod was meant to be more, um, lowkey, but I didn’t mean to intrude like this.” she gestures over to the family photo, “do you live with your family? i hope i'm not disturbing them.”

[sassa-fiske]

"That's what they did with the Clue movie," Sassa mused, head angling towards her shoulder. She lifted up her drink to take another sip from it, thought wondering if there was any possibility for a non-tragedy at this point. If there had ever been a possibility. Or did Greer's return even mean it wouldn't be a tragedy? Exhaling, Sassa tipped her drink towards Reina. "I think we could all cheers to that."

END.

Reina realized how the question sounded as soon as it left her lips but she didn't backtrack or try to correct her poorly chosen words. Instead she just waited to see how Sassa would answer, if she would answer. Tragedy or not, which would the other prefer? Whether it be because of any personal feelings, good or bad, toward Greer, or just to try to get people to fill the seats at the theater, she had to be leaning one way or the other. "Well, I guess you can always make the same movie with different endings and not tell the audience." She shrugged a shoulder. "Then you'd have one following more closely to the real events and the other would be a 'what could have happened' type of deal. Here's to hoping the real events are a non-tragedy."

[n8-shaw]

Nate gave a wave of his hand, dismissing Reina's thanks. Of all the people in the boxing club, she was definitely on the side of the more tolerable, even considering her family and background and everything. "Sure thing," he said, even as he yawned, grabbing punching mitts and slipping them on, stepping forward and motioning for Reina to begin sparring with his hands held out. "You, uh...hear about everything you missed?" he asked, cocking his head, half wondering why she would've even come back if she had heard about Greer and Penelope and everything of the last semester.

Reina rolled her eyes, but in a playful way not in a truly annoyed type of way. She wasn't that surprised he was hungover, and she was just grateful he decided to keep her company. It felt weird being alone around campus, it's like she was dependent on those around her so she wouldn't be left with her thoughts and worries. "Well I appreciate you taking the time to help lil' old me." Being away last semester somehow made her forget just how tall Nate was, a lot of people were tall to her but he was like a giant. "And you don't have to do much, just point out what I need to change, yeah?"

[sassa-fiske]

Sassa glanced over towards Reina, eyes slightly narrowing as she scanned her face for a moment, lips pursing outwards. How would she want this story to end? A weird question, even a suspicious one, maybe. Even with the subject at hand. But she shrugged, brushing past it - appearing to, at least, Sassa acting as if she had while making a mental note of it, as per her norm. "Depends on if you're telling a tragedy or not, I suppose," she said. Because as far as she saw it, there were only two possibilities. Either Greer came back - as they had just been floating as a near laughable possibility - or...well, she didn't. But Sassa certainly knew that, if this was a film....it wouldn't leave Greer a loose end. She was the story. What happened to her, where she was, where she went - it had to have an answer.

"Ha," Reina forced out a laugh thinking of the whole Dr. Hart TV special fiasco. Maybe that would bring Greer back if this was all her doing. She'd see too many of her friends - if you could call them all that - getting a little too much of the limelight. Maybe that would make her come back just feel the warmth of the spotlight again. Sure she was still the talk of the town but she wasn't able to publicly revel in it. After a while it could maybe not be enough. "Leave it to Greer. Maybe the next time camera's are around she'll come strolling in. Even better if it's a live show for all the world to see in real time. Get all the genuine reactions and such."

There was a quietness that settled between them for a moment as she looked out to everyone that came to the Spring Fling. "As an aspiring filmmaker..." she suddenly started, "...if you were to create something based on these events, how would you want this story to end?"

[sassa-fiske]

Sassa frowned, a deep crease appearing between her brows as she considered Reina's questions. She hadn't thought much - about if there was anything someone could've done to change things. If any small what if that would've meant Greer wouldn't have vanished. She had just assumed that it was Greer acting out. Greer doing what Greer always did - like she said, she assumed any attempt to stop her would've encouraged the choice. But....what if.

It was a way of thinking she hadn't needed.

"A grand return?" she said in a sarcastic tone, brushing past it to the easier question Rena was asking. "There's already a TV crew involved, so...a shocking twist for the cameras? I'm sure if anyone could find a way to make things more dramatic...it would be Greer," she added, her tone still not exactly kind as she shrugged.

"Well, no." Reina admitted, "But I would have liked to try. All the what ifs of life, that will always be one of them. What if I was around when all this started?" She sighed and thought about what Sassa said a little too intently. She had a point, there are some people in the world who want to do the complete opposite of what they're told. Greer was one of them. So if she couldn't convince her friend to stay - if she did run away that is - maybe she could have convinced her to at least stay in touch or check in every once in a while. You know so they know that she was at least alive. Or convince her to let Reina tag along or something. She took a sip of her own drink before responding. "True, It probably would have pushed her to do whatever faster and even more dramatic. Although I'm not sure how much more dramatic things can get."

[jacqui-velazquez]

Their turn with Link had been heated - two friends who discovered they had plenty of physical chemistry to explore. This was different - Jacqui didn’t know her, but they were still just as intrigued. They leaned into the kisses - leaned into Reina - determined to use every second of their time to explore that intrigue. 

END.

Jacqui was a good kisser, from what Reina could tell. Their lips seemed to move effortlessly together. She didn't expect anything more so when the other woman caught her bottom lip she was taken a bit by surprise. The corners of her lips ticked upward in a smirk for just a second before kissed back a little harder. There was a very low moan at the back of her throat, her hand moved from the side of her face to the back of her neck.

Reina pulled her a little closer, not knowing how long they had already been in the closet. There alcohol drenched mind was only thinking about the girl in front of her and the taste of her lips.

[sassa-fiske]

“You think that you could’ve had that much sway over her?” Sassa asked, eyebrows arching high up on her forehead, a hint of surprise - disbelief, really - appearing onto her face. Greer had more than just typically done what she had wanted, in Sassa’s opinion. She had been a force, a tantrum sure to be thrown if she didn’t get what she wanted. Not that Sassa related to that or anything, perhaps reason why they had always butted heads. “If anything I think that would’ve...encouraged her. To do whatever she did,” she said, shrugging up, lifting her drink to her lips and sipping from it. 

"Thanks," Reina smiled, moving her hips to show off the skirt, "It has pockets," she added proudly, shoving her hands into the fabric. Her eyes followed to where Sassa was motioning and nodded in agreement. "They did a really good job decorating." Her words were genuine, whoever was in charge had a good eye. They created the right atmosphere for this event. "I did," She took a sharp breath in through her teeth. "I guess I was lucky in a sense. But sometimes I can't help but wonder if I was around I could have talked to Greer before she disappeared and if she ran away maybe convinced her not to." She shrugged her shoulders. "But then again Greer typically did what she wanted, we were all just along for the ride."

[jacqui-velazquez]

Jacqui let out an exhale of a laugh, one hand lifting to wave away the concerns. "Oh, I was being serious - making out with a stranger isn't something to be all that uncomfortable with, if you ask me," they said with a lackadaisical shrug, leaning back against the wall of the closet with the utmost of ease. Despite it being much the opposite of having just been in here playing with one of their close friends, they didn't find any issue with being in there with someone she didn't know at all, either - kissing was fun. And that was that, no reason to make it a big deal. At Reina's quip, Jacqui let out a small laugh, unsure if the double entrendre had been intended, her head angling to the side. "Me either. Or anyone in a closet, actually. Boys, girls, somewhere in between."

Reina hadn't actually realized they had never met this person until they mentioned it. She thought perhaps this was someone she had known but didn't care too much to remember. She didn't think this person was a freshman, the class Reina knew very few of. "I guess we haven't," she hummed, "if you're not comfortable we don't have to make out or anything." There were no objections on her end, and it would be assumed there are no objections for the other party. At least in Reina's mind, why participate in spin the bottle if you weren't going to actually play along. But seeing as they were complete strangers and this other girl may not be into girl on girl action, she didn't want to force anything to happen. "But if you're curious or anything too, I don't mind. It's not my first time kissing girls in the closet."

[jacqui-velazquez]

Jacqui clucked their tongue, their smile only widening as Reina quite nearly issued a challenge. They weren’t a competitive person, really, one of many things they found to be a bit unnecessary, but they’d be lying if the coaxing didn’t appeal to their pride. They were good at a lot - that wasn’t bragging, it was just honesty - and they knew kissing would be included in that.

Now they just wanted to make sure Reina would know as well.

Their lips touched as Jacqui practically surged forward to meet her, hand reaching up to graze her jawline in nearly a mirror image of Reina’s. She gave it a second, their lips moving together, before she pulled her lower lip in between their own, lips ever so slightly parting.

There was a glint in Reina's eye, there was something about this girl that she found intriguing. "Okay then," She spoke in a breathy tone and took a step closing what little space they had between them. "Let's see what you got," There was a smirk on her lips as she leaned in. Her eyes fell onto the other girl's lips right before they met. Reina's hand gently cupping Jacqui's face as she kissed her.

[n8-shaw]

Nate shrugged up his shoulders - honesty wasn’t really one of his traits, but he knew that Reina more meant that she could count on him to say what no one else would. And yeah - that he would do. “Pity,” Nate said in a flat tone, leaning with his back against the wall as he eyed Reina, tipping his head to one side. He’d have to be forgiven for not thinking much of any complaints about studying abroad. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m too hungover to do much right now, mate,” he said. “But with how bad you’re looking, shouldn’t be much of an issue,” he added after a moment, one side of his mouth twitching up into a smirk.

Reina grunted, landing one last blow to the bag before hearing Nate's voice behind her. She smiled and stabilized the bag that was swinging ever so slightly before turning back to look at him, arms crossed across her chest. "Knew I could count on you to be honest." Reina moved to her bag, taking one of the boxing gloves off so she could grab her water bottle. "I admit I didn't really get to box when I was studying in Portugal." No one wanted to spar with her or even really spot her to make sure she was moving correctly, I guess they either didn't take her seriously to just didn't want to see some 5'1" girl struggling in the ring. She wasn't even given a chance to prove herself.

"You gonna help get my ass back into gear?" She huffed as she tossed her bottle back in her bag. Reina pulled the top of her shirt to wipe her face of the sweat.

[n8-shaw]

Nate rolled out of bed late, the day already well on it/s way by the time he finally emerged from his room, hair still mussed, his hangover practically visibly radiating off of him. He was debating just ignoring Reina's text - there were plenty of excuses, like having not realized she was back, having gotten a new phone so he no longer had her number...but ultimately, he dragged himself to the gym, if only because he knew that sparring with someone would do him so good.

Entering the room where the boxing club practiced, he tossed his duffle bag against the wall, Reina's back to him while he let out a low whistle. "Your form really has gone to shit," he said in greeting.

STATUS: Closed for @n8-shaw WHERE: Athletic Center WHEN: Sun, Jan 22nd - afternoon we can change this if you'd like

One of the few extracurriculars Reina was apart of at Ogden was the Boxing Club and it was a great way to let off steam every once in a while. Growing up Reina's parents, mainly her father, insisted she take all sorts of martial arts and self defense classes. It brought her dear old man some peace of mind and it became something she actually loved to do. Joining the Boxing Club seemed like a no brainer to her, it wasn't really like anything she had done before which just made it more thrilling to her. Now that the first week of classes was out of the way she wanted to get back into the swing of things and the first person she thought about who was in the club was Nate.

I know this is super last minute, but I'll be at the gym for the next hour or so if you want to spar or tell me how I've gotten worse while studying abroad.

With that text sent she got dressed, grabbed her duffle bag and made the quick trip across campus to the gym. She started practicing against a punching bag while she waited for Nate to show up, or not.

[sassa-fiske]

Last year, Sassa had considered Reina to be someone who was closer to Greer. One of her friends, someone that she - despite hardly knowing anything about the girl, beyond, really, who she was, who her family was - looked at with disdain, if simply for that reason.  But it was a new year. And Greer wasn’t even here. So Sassa returned the compliment with a smile, a slight raise of her glass. “You as well,” she said, eyes running over Reina’s outfit before sipping from her drink. “I’m very into all this -” a pause, Sassa motioning towards the flowers and lights and everything they had decorated with - “this year, too. You must’ve missed Ogden’s excessiveness last semester, hm?” she said, an eyebrow quirked up. An accurate statement, if a slightly distasteful way (she was referring to the events, that was all!) to put things - though an excellent way to gauge where Reina stood with Greer right off the bat. 

STATUS: Closed for @sassa-fiske WHERE: Spring Fling WHEN: idk anytime during Spring Fling

One thing Reina loved about parties and dances was seeing what everyone was wearing. She wasn't a fashion girl at least not enough to know what designer someone was wearing with just one look but she did enjoy to see the looks people put together. She also loved to compliment people on their outfits, even if she didn't know the person very well or at all. That was the case with Sassa, they knew each other but pretty much just at the most basic level of acquaintances. "You look amazing, that dress is killer." She said, leaning in a bit toward Sassa so she could hear her.