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ajita-tannu · 4 years ago

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BIRTH NAME: Ajita Tannu NICKNAME: Aji AGE+DOB: 24 years old, 18th of February 1997 GENDER: Demi-girl PRONOUNS: she/her or they/them NATIONALITY: Indian/American ETHNICITY: Marathi Indian EDUCATION: High School diploma, Bachelor in Philosophy from the University of Ghent, one unfinished Bachelor in Philosophy at the University of Barcelona. PLACE OF BIRTH: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India CURRENT LOCATION: Pleasance, Ohio OCCUPATION: Working at their parent’s business at Southwood Inn RELIGION: Hinduism ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good FAMILY: Unknown FACECLAIM: Prajakta Koli

+ Active, Friendly, Challenging, Dedicated, Disciplined, Passionate, Resourceful +/- Perfectionist, Ambitious, Outspoken - Argumentative, Blunt, Domineering, Meddlesome, Opinionated

@phqextras

HISTORY

Ritesh and Harsha had one dream for their only child: to be born under the best possible consequences. Which was after they had settled down in the United States, gotten their motel running, and ensured there was no possible way they could be sent back.

None of that worked out. Ajita Hannu was born in Mumbai, India, after all.

She grew up with her family, all of them on a small estate in the middle of the city, being exposed to the noises and the smells of her parent’s city. She was taught English by her mother’s sister, she learned some Hindi, but mostly she was kept at home while her parents tried to figure out their plan. Because the plan was still the plan. When her parents had finally gotten the visa’s and everything needed for their planned immigration, Ajita was seven. She had the same attitude as her peers: to be the best at everything.

Still, Pleasance Ohio was a huge adjustment. Everything was so quiet. Ajita spent a lot of her time either at home or at school, because she didn’t like how quiet it was. Something about it felt eerie. But slowly she became more and more acquainted with the other kids in the town, even if she had little time for it. Her parents owned the small inn at the border of the tow: the Southwood Inn. And between herself, her mom, her dad, and a friend of theirs who helps with the cleaning all the work is divided up. After school she helped out. Just a little bit at first, but by the time she was twelve, she did everything. And she did it as practically as possible. Ajita wasted not a single moment.

She would study while manning the front desk, listen to Spanish podcasts while she cleaned the rooms, and prepare her school paper while she checked the inventory. Ajita always had her hands in multiple projects at once. She was the main voice for less plastic at school, protected anyone at school who felt different, started a LGBTQ+ group because she had realised already at eleven that she was very much into women. Most people thought she was too much, always voicing her opinion or trying to get votes or signatures or followers or whatever she needed. She had very few friends, but she didn’t care. Her parents were her best friends, and Ajita had great plans. Like her parents, she had great plans.

Studying came effortless to Ajita, she got high marks, sucked in information at any opportunity and by age sixteen was fluent in English, Hindi, and Spanish, with the intention of learning Catalan, German, and Italian. To her every subject was equally important, but there was one thing she was most interested in: what people wanted. How people saw themselves. People. She wanted to know how humanity worked. So she applied at the University of Barcelona. Her parents weren’t happy, and she was met with some resistance. They didn’t want to let her go, afraid that she would be the odd one out, misunderstood, and that she didn’t want to come back. But they didn’t realise how much Ajita loved Pleasance. She would always come back.

After a whole lot of begging, Ajita was allowed to leave.

She moved to Barcelona at eighteen, her grades were top of the bunch, the scholarship was in her pocket, and she had grand dreams for her future. She was already on her way to study Catalan, and managed to pick her way through the application in Spanish without any difficulty.

She studied for one and a half year in Barcelona, traveling all over the country on the weekend, before she quit the program. The language was part of the problem, Catalan was different from Spanish, and because of her internal confusion trying to differentiate between two languages, she didn’t get the marks she wanted, or the marks that would keep her there.

Since she still had half a year till the next semester, Ajita traveled around most of Western and some of Eastern Europe, backpacking and crowd surfing. She had made enough friends over the years that she could knock on the doors in random cities and towns, and would always find a place to stay if she wasn’t staying in hostels. The experience was fantastic, and it was even better when she realised not much later that she had been accepted at the University of Ghent for another course in Philosophy.

Now nineteen, Ajita moved to Belgium for a second try at Philosophy, taking Dutch classes on the side and once again spending her weekends traveling all over, this time visiting places in Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany.

Her bachelor was three years, and a one year Master - another reason why she came to love the Belgian system. That and she didn’t have to pay all that much when it came to tuition. But Ajita found more than just happiness in the place. She also learned a lot about herself. Belgium was a whole lot more accepting of her status as being a lesbian, but it wasn’t just that, she joined the LGBTQ+ clubs around the city of Ghent, and found herself.

Growing up they had always felt different, not really fitting the gender roles people had assigned to them. They didn’t like wearing dresses, they joined soccer teams, and all their friends growing up had been boys. They had felt slightly awkward in their own body, and jealous of male characters in the media. Growing up they wanted to be Batman or Ash Ketchum for Halloween, not a princes like their girly classmates. They loved getting dirty and felt awkward when someone suggested they wear make-up. They were a tomboy, according to the neighbors, their long hair always in a knot on the back of their head, checking out their face in the mirror, imaging themselves different.

Although Ajita could never really say different in what way.

Demi-girl was the term she adopted in Belgium, and she planned to bring home with her.

Their last summer vacation they traveled to India, where they stayed till Holi.

She returned home with a Bachelor in her pocket, and over twenty thousand followers on her youtube traveling account. Both of which were worth little back in Pleasance, but she would find a way.

The plan was to take over the family business, and then she was going to run for mayor, but before she would do everything she could to make Pleasance better. Her beloved hometown. Despite all the cities they had seen and placed they had visited, nothing could top Pleasance.

HEADCANONS

They have a husky called Charlemagne. They found him a year ago in Bulgaria, and after a whole lot of effort, managed to send him to their parents in Pleasance. For the past year they’ve taken care of him, but he instantly recognised Ajita when she returned home.

Ajita does not believe in Ghosts. She does believe that local legends can help Pleasance grow as a tourist spot.

Ajita is rather known around Pleasance, or was, before she left to study abroad. She was a very annoying kid, who was always putting a foot in someone’s business, writing her school paper, getting signatures. Ajita had so many causes that she got swamped half of the time. She would talk to anyone who she met on the street, any tourist, any traveler. The tourists love her, the locals not so much at times.

She helped put some places out of business when she was younger, outing businesses that were doing horrible things to their employees. But she has also managed to keep a lot of big corporations out, collecting so many signatures that she got a project stopped before it even began.

She doesn’t like George Alby at all.

Local businesses to Ajita are the most important thing in a small town, and big companies put them out of business is one of their major concerns. They understand the philosophy behind it, and get why small business have problems surviving while big corporations can go ahead without much trouble, but she believes there is a possibility.

They love backpacking, and hiking, which is what they always end up doing during the weekend, bringing Charlemagne along.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- childhood friends: Ajita was seven when they came to Pleasance. They’re bound to have known most people around the school, being as active as they were, though few people could probably stand them.

- enemies: you don’t get as politically active as Ajita and not make any enemies, they are sure to figure out where they stand now, having returned after studying.

- visitors at the Southwood Inn: Ajita works at her parent’s business, though sometimes it looks like she’s the one running it. She’s not curious, but she will try to strike up a conversation.

#phqintro #intro

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personaehq · 5 years ago

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INCOMING MESSAGE …

FULL NAME: shiwoo “maverick” moon ALIAS: mav DATE OF BIRTH: 2114/07/24 ALIGNMENT: neutral OCCUPATION: ceo of ishikawa telecommunications AFFILIATION: n/a ACCOMMODATION: a residential floor on ishikawa hq FACECLAIM: byun baekhyun

ACCESSING: BACKGROUND …

Second born son doesn’t quite have that ring to it. Afterthought, spare, lagniappe– how can Maverick compare to his brother, the eldest spoiled and fattened by the prime cut of their parents attention? ‘Luck of the draw.’ His brother was dealt the winning hand simply by being born first.

But Maverick is practical. Inevitability is bullshit, and fate is malleable under enough pressure from money, connections, and a knife to the throat of a man’s reputation.

YOUTH +

Maverick was nurtured in a gilded cage. As a boy his leash hardly extended past the four walls of his home, a pale, little ghost pattering between the white walls, dress shoes on the cool marble flooring. After all– conventional schools (no matter how prestigious) would never suit the son of a Moon. “They’re dirty,” his mother complained. “You don’t know what those other boys bring in. You’ll get sick.” His father’s concerns were less tangible. He wanted to spoon feed his sons his own ideals, keep them from the radical ideas of the masses. Equalitywas an ugly word.

And Maverick was a pretty little boy (he took after his mother). Well-behaved and willing to please. He sat with his spine straight while his tutors filtered through his home, buttoned up in neatly ironed, white uniforms, black shoes. But it wasn’t all work, no play. Several times a week he was allowed to interact with other boys his age, handpicked by his mother from their same social class. Maverick was boisterous and bossy. A little bit of a bully, as his playmates ducked their heads and allowed him to lead (lambs thrown to a lions whims). Unlike his brother, Maverick was pushed to dabble in the arts– singing lessons, painting classes, the violin. During his parents parties his mother would demand he sing for the guests, his light and airy tenor receiving praise, applause, attention that would be diverted as soon as his brother was paraded out to the crowd.

Maverick was a novelty. A party trick. The opening act before the main show, and even as a boy the love he had for his brother was tainted by envy, hIs affection for his parents polluted by resentment.

The only pure, unwavering and undiluted love he held was for an object that had no choice but to adore him, to put him first.

On his ninth birthday Maverick received a gift from his parents. A DHC android, custom ordered and beautiful, created to love and nurture and raise him. The android was a catalyst his parents didn’t expect. The DHC cracked the walls of an otherwise jaded and cynical boy. Maverick softened under that gentle, doting affection, and when he misbehaved his parent’s learned that he was easily tamed by abruptly tearing the android away from him. The separation led to quick correction of his behavior. The android was Maverick’s very own whipping boy, and it wasn’t that he was trained to be docile. Maverick just learned to hide his flaws. It improved his capability for bullshit– manipulating staff, his family, his brother whenever the opportunity presented itself. The android taught Maverick love (synthetic but pure), but it also trained Maverick in the necessity of vicious and selfish ruthlessness in order to keep what mattered to him the most.

ADULTHOOD +

His parents allowed him to earn a college education abroad. He traveled to Cambrige for Business Law while his brother remained trapped in their gilded cage in Japan, wings clipped and always within reach of their parents. It was one of the few perks he was allowed as the spare, and he thrived away from his parents overbearing shadow. His android, now outdated and a hybrid of cobbled together old and new tech, was ever present at his side. Maverick drank heavily and parted the legs of both men and women. He pursed his lips and blew smoke rings of nicotine and cannabis out the window of his flat. And it was a testament to his innate cleverness that even while glutted full of everything life away from his family had to offer– Maverick graduated with honors. But he wasn’t ready to go home with a bachelors. He stayed for his masters, one more year of freedom. Now his brother was the one who envied, forced to watch Maverick shine in their parent’s regard.

When Maverick returned home– a well-educated lawyer with established international connections– his brother worried. Good, he should, because while Maverick played at tame, his brother’s concern wasn’t misplaced. Time away in a foreign country and among peers that jostled for his time and attention had fed Mavericks ego and inflated his self-worth. His brother with his late nights of liquor and warm bodies had his diploma practically bought, while Maverick earned his own. And, ah– he couldn’t resist. Maverick fed his brother’s paranoia by building connections with the children from other companies. Always with honeyed words, generous with money and promises (‘i’ll see if i can make it happen’). He and his brother began to fight in private– vicious, often turning physical. One evening his brother brutally beat down his android, nearly destroying it, and that was the turning point of Maverick’s ambition. Instead of being hindered by love, it was finally fueled by enough simmering hate to take what he wanted.

Maverick machinated his brother’s downfall. It started with hallucinogen drugs planted in his brother’s food while in a popular restaurant, leading to a public breakdown caught on camera (too many witnesses to smother the story). They took his brother to the closest hospital and Maverick was prepared– several of the staff already paid off to manipulate the medical records to correspond with a mental break.

The crown toppled off his brother’s head. It looked better on him anyway.

PRESENT+

After two years of spearheading Ishikawa Telecomm, Maverick has grown comfortable. The whispers of media manipulation don’t bother him. It’s business, baby–and information is a formidable weapon that Maverick is willing to sell to the highest bidder. Fuhen Beauty and Yoriyoi Kenko Pharmaceuticals are his closest business partners, though he’s not above playing nice with government officials so long as they’re willing to pay forward with some favors.

Maverick is ambivalent to the plight of androids (only emotionally attached to a particular one). For Maverick– an android’s worth is measured in revenue. He’ll look after the well-being of KAIROS and MANIA, but he holds no real sentimentality towards the masses of other androids.

Ultimately– Maverick will cater to the narrative of the side he feels will benefit him the most. May the highest bidder win.

ACCESSING: PERSONALITY …

POSITIVE TRAITS: glamorous, charismatic, ingenious NEGATIVE TRAITS: cutthroat, scheming, detached

He has this knack for demanding and holding attention in a crowd– powerful voice, brilliant smile, quick to laugh and an effervescent personality that’s easy to swallow. He’s deft at carefully handling controversial topics when cornered, but he’d much rather talk business, or perhaps talk about you, darling. He makes his targets feel important. He validates them with an almost intense focus that makes them feel like they’re the most important people in the room, and there’s no place he’d rather be but here, with them, and it’s miserable to be parted. He’s known to be more doting and generous with gifts than he is with physical affection. He notoriously shies from touch– to the extent of wearing gloves in public when forced to interact with the lower classes.

That is the Maverick in public and parties. The Maverick in the boardroom is another creature entirely.

Morality is never invited to the same table as profits. If Ishikawa Telecomm pushes a narrative that feeds sympathy for a side? They paid more than the competition. Money talks, and perhaps to most this makes him immoral. The word Maverick prefers to sell is ‘practical.’ It shines better in the light.

While Maverick plays up the role of perfect bachelor out of an innate need to be desired, wanted, needed– Maverick dislikes being touched unless it’s on his own terms. He only tolerates physical intimacy from select friends and close family.

He pays good money to maintain his visage of superiority– tailored suits, styled hair, perfectly catered words. It’s solely in private, in the company of his android that Maverick’s walls ease down. Humans are terribly unpredictable after all, and Maverick is well-aware even family can’t be trusted. Unwavering love and loyalty, however synthetic and programmed, has been the only reliable thing Maverick’s had since he first eased the android from the wrapping and ribbon wrapped around it’s neck.

... END OF MESSAGE.

#human #t #a

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yoongi-sugaglider · 6 years ago

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Somebody Save ME

This case might just be the death of a young detective. Sleepless nights and stress filled days haunt the young detective Kim Taehyung but he’s determined to find her. Even if it’s the last thing he may do…

Warnings:angst, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, strong language, detective au

Word count:2459

A/n: Woof.Okay...soooo...there are a lot of things to say about this chapter. For one, I wrote half of it in one sitting while my mother in law snored beside me lol. Apparently the rhythm of my typing put her to sleep. For another thing, it was a tough chapter to envision. But now that the picture’s been made clear in my mind....I think you guys are in for a rough ride. You see...I don’t know the ending. I don’t have anything more than vague concepts and random thoughts putting this story together. If it weren’t for @btsstan4life putting up with my random jumble of half thought out messages and such, there probably wouldn’t be a chapter 7 lol. So thank you wifey. Much love~ As always, if you like it, please,please don’t hesitate to drop a like or reblog or even a comment!I appreciate them all as they provide the motivation to keep writing~

<<Part Six---Part Eight>>

Chapter Seven:Sunshine and Amethysts

Taehyung and Namjoon waited impatiently outside of the victim’s home, house keys in hand as the rest of the world passed by unaware.

“Where is this guy?” Tae demanded impatiently, jingling the keys in his hands as his eyes restlessly scanned those who passed by. Each person seemed to stick out as suspicious to him, and when he realised he was glaring daggers at an elderly woman crossing the street with her groceries he sighed and sat down with a huff on the front steps.

“Come on now Tae, he’s only a few minutes late. I’m sure considering the time of day and traffic it’s perfectly justified.” Namjoon leaned down and patted Tae roughly on the shoulder which Tae shrugged off as he rested his elbows on his knees, house keys dangling in his hand.

“You make an appointment as a professional I’d expect you to keep it.” Tae grumbled, more to himself than to Namjoon. His restless scanning of those walking down the sidewalk paused as his eye caught a strange sight that’d just turned the corner onto the street.

A young man, probably not much older than Namjoon, was headed in their direction. He wore a bright red floral print shirt, wide open to show an even brighter yellow shirt beneath. Vibrant red hair pressed beneath a yellow snap back virtually glowed in the early morning sunlight as the man danced down the street to whatever music came from the headphones covering his ears.

He twirled and dipped, lightly hopping from one foot to the other as he made his way towards the house.

“Do you see this guy?” Namjoon asked, plopping down next to Taehyung.

“Yea, wish I could be that happy.”

The two chuckled but the laughter quickly faded away as the walking ray of sunshine that was this brightly colored man began making his way up the walkway before stopping right before the two. His grin shone, filling his high cheekbones to their fullest and causing his eyes to disappear into tiny crescent moons that were rimmed with laugh lines that radiated nothing but joy.

“You two must be Namjoon-ssi and Taehyung-ssi. Bri’s told me a lot about you guys.” He stuck out his hand, first to Namjoon and then to Taehyung, who both shook it though they were still slightly in shock.

“Bri’s talked about us?”Namjoon asked as he stood up, brushing off the seat of his pants before holding a hand out to help Taehyung up as well.

“Well naturally.” The man chuckled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his overly large red parachute pants. “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Dancing extraordinaire and part time computer tech expert.” He winked cheekily. “And you're Kim Namjoon, ace detective, top of your class at the academy, met Bri in your third year who is now your wife. And you..”

He turned to Taehyung who gave off a suspicious growl. “You are Kim Taehyung, no relation. Second in your class, strong sense of justice, always willing to help those in need. Also...very suspicious of newcomers.”

Taehyung’s frown deepened as he crossed his arms over his chest before leaning against the closed door behind him. “Well, you know plenty about us apparently. And yet we don’t know damn diddly about you. Don’t know if I like that too much…”

“Ya! It’s not important.” Hoseok waved dismissively, his smile never leaving his lips. “What you do need to know is that I’m good at my job and if there’s something need’s finding I’m the guy to find it for you.”

He waved at the closed door behind Taehyung as Namjoon sighed.

“Alright Tae, let’s just get this over with…” Namjoon nodded to Tae who, after a moment of internal debate, nodded and unlocked the door.

The atmosphere in the former home was foreboding, almost as if the group of men were intruding on an ancient tomb. A thick layer of dust covered everything and the little white flags leftover from the police investigation still stood, a grim reminder that they were entering into a crime scene.

“Did they not have any family to come and take care of the place?” Hoseok asked as he wrinkled his nose at the stale smell.

“No, the father was an only child and both of their parents and extended family were either deceased or weren’t on speaking terms.” Tae glanced around the living room, noticing the family pictures on the mantelpiece over the fireplace and the smiling faces that beamed out from the moments frozen in time.

A twinge of pain flashed in his chest as he recognized his missing crush, her bright smile never changing from the picture of her as a little girl, holding up a soap sud covered puppy in triumph, to the picture of her during what looked to be her high school graduation. She was dressed in a maroon cap and gown and held up her diploma, the same triumphant look on her face.

“You going to be alright?” Namjoon asked in a hushed voice as he patted Taehyung gently on his back.

Tae closed his eyes,nodding as he swallowed past the lump in his throat before leading the other two up the stairs to the second floor. Hoseok began peaking in the rooms as they past, only stopping when Tae closed one of the doors in his face.

“The office is down here.” His voice came out as a growl, causing Hoseok to raise his hands in surrender.

“Sorry man, let curiosity get the best of me. Lead on, lead on.”

Tae shook his head before turning back around to continue on. He paused though, squinting as his eye caught a strange painting hanging on the wall.

“The hell?” He pushed past Namjoon to stand before it. An all black background with violent streaks of different shades of purple. And in the center, taking up most of the canvas was what looked to be an arrow, streaking through the center of a circle.

“Why do I know that symbol?” He asked quietly.

“Hey, are we going to the dad’s office or what?” Hoseok asked, giving Tae and the painting a confused look.

A feeling of cold dread filled Tae, but he shook it off, have to focus on the case, not on this creepy painting.

After ripping the police tape off the office door the three men stepped inside, taking up most of the space in the small room. It wasn’t messy by any means. On the contrary it was well organized. Several shelves lined the walls, all filled with books of different types related to the father’s job. A filing cabinet stood to the left of the window looking out into the back yard and just beneath the window was an office desk that looked as if no one had disturbed it since the family had last lived there.

Hoseok immediately made a bee line for the computer, turning it on and pulling the desk chair out for himself.

“Mmm...now I’m in my element.” He chuckled to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to the two men. “I gotta ask though, how come the cops never searched this bad boy?”

Namjoon shrugged, leaning casually against one of the bookshelves with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m pretty sure they did. But from what the report mentioned they didn’t dig very deep nor did they find anything that could have linked him to the kidnapping or to his and his wife’s murders.”

Tae made his way over to the filing cabinet, pulling out the first drawer and beginning to go through the files.

“Knowing them they checked the bare minimum of his emails and a couple of files on the desktops and then labeled it useless.” Hoseok turned to stare at the screen as the password screen popped up, rubbing his hands together in glee before pulling a usb drive out of his back pocket. “Alright time to get cracking.”

Once inside he went quiet, pulling up the commands input screen and beginning to type at the speed of light. Though his eyes remained focused on the screen his body never stopped moving, whether it was his feet tapping out a rhythm or his shoulders wiggling around to some imagined beat.

“You know what you’re looking for right?” Namjoon asked as he walked over and leaned forward to watch Hoseok’s commands fly across the blue screen.

“You’re looking for a file or folder buried way deep that’s got information related to a Wungshi corporation or something along those lines. I’m running a program that’s going to drag out anything that’s been hidden or encrypted or that the old man didn’t want to be found. If it’s there I guarantee you I can find it.” He flashed Namjoon a dazzling smile that lit up his entire body before turning back to his work.

Tae meanwhile had made his way down to the second drawer, boredom causing him at this point to scan through the file names instead of actually looking into their content.

By the time he’d made it to the fifth and final drawer Hoseok had announce that his program was just about done scanning and was getting ready to extract the relevant files.

A tiny flash of yellow caught Taehyung’s eye, drawing his attention to a small square of paper tucked between the drawer of the filing cabinet and it’s interior wall.

“Hey hyung, help me with this.” Tae said as he pulled the drawer to it’s fullest extent.

Namjoon crouched down, pressing the tabs on the inside of the track as Taehyung pulled on the drawer and the two working in unison effectively removed it from the filing cabinet.

“What are you after?” Namjoon asked as Tae reached his arm deep into the now vacant recess.

“Saw something…” Taehyung grunted. His fingertips brushed against the square of paper and he grabbed it, but just as he was pulling it out something else brushed against his palm. Something long and hard and cold.

“The hell is all this?” Hoseok chimed from the computer. His search program had pulled up several files. All were listed as Wungshi and over half of them contained not written documents, but videos instead. “Hey guys? You uh...might want to see this…”

Namjoon set the filing cabinet drawer to the side and made his way to stand just behind Hoseok, his eyes focused on the screen. Tae meanwhile managed to grab whatever the hidden object was and pull it into the light. He stared up at it as he watched the light from the window shine through it, casting purple prisms along his face and the wall behind him. Some sort of crystal?

“The hell?” He and Namjoon spoke in unison and this pulled his attention to the two men sitting at the computer. “You guys find something as interesting as I did?”

Namjoon motioned him over, his face never leaving the paused video on the screen.

The image was blurred and black and white, as if it’d been taken from security camera footage. 7 hooded figures stood in a line, each wearing a different mask. Hoseok clicked play on the video but the figures never moved. The sound of screams flooded from the speakers, echoing through the room and causing the three men to hastily cover their ears to protect them from the screams of agony. A shadow swelled up from behind the men, colossal in size. It seemed to have wings in the shape of bones or some sort of shards of glass or crystal and horns that curled from the side of what they assumed was it’s head.

The video filled with a vibrant purple light and the screams raised in pitch when just as suddenly as the screams had started, they stopped. And so did the video.

“What in the actual fuck was that?” Namjoon shouted, though the other’s couldn’t hear him as they’d been rendered temporarily deaf by the noise.

“Jeeze, are my ears bleeding?” Hoseok mumbled as he checked his hands, wiping at his left ear before checking his hand once again, thankful to find it free of blood.

“Man, if the rest of those videos are like that I’m good.” Namjoon reached over Hoseok’s shoulder, clicking out of the video and scrolling through the rest.

“Wait, what’s that?” Tae interrupted his scrolling, pointing to a video that showed a man sitting in a chair. He seemed to be in a pitch black room, a single light bulb hung over his head to light him.

Namjoon clicked on the thumbnail and Hoseok enlarged the video, quickly lowering the video’s audio as well just in case. This video seemed to be just of the man reading from a book in his hands so Hoseok felt it safe to raise the volume once more.

“He is vibrance. A radiant being filled with knowledge that will bring harmony to the world. Fear not for His glory will shine upon us and His mercy shall reign over the world.” The man paused and stared down at the book before tilting his head back and letting out a laugh filled with joy, and yet, it was so unsettling in it’s nature that it sent a collective chill down the three men’s backs.

The man in the video stood, coming closer to the camera and giving it a leering and twisted smile.

“Don’t worry y/n. Daddy’s going to make sure everything turns out alright. Whistler shall come. And you will be the guiding force that ushers in his awakening.”

Tae’s eyes widened as the video stopped and Hoseok and Namjoon turned to stare at him.

“That’s…”

“Y/n’s dad...the very dad that we thought was murdered right along with her mother…” Tae took a step back, staring down at the strange purple crystal in his hand.

“Hoseok can you get us a copy of everything you’ve found? We might also need your help getting this all figured out. But this house is freaking me out...I’d rather do this at the office.”

Hoseok nodded at Namjoon’s request, pushing the chair back as he got up and reached around to the back of the computer in order to stick a second usb into the port at the back of the computer monitor.

“Hey wait…” He paused, pulling a chunk of cork board that had been hidden behind the computer out. There was only one thing pinned to it. A yellow sticky note matching the one Tae held in his hand almost exactly. A strange symbol and writing just beneath it but in a language neither of them could recognize.

“Hey...isn’t that the same symbol...in that painting in the hallway?” Hoseok asked, glancing up as Namjoon did to stared at a bewildered Taehyung.

“Yea...exactly the same...And y/n’s mom was the one who painted it…”

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powerdragonmoon · 8 years ago

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Mari!!! On Ice (Update)

credit for cover page @deusbex (thank you!)

Chapter 4: Disaster and Dancing! The GPF Free Skate! Part 1: The Warm Up!

(ao3)

Adrien sprinted, turning down a random alleyway, barely breaking a sweat as he jumped a locked chain-linked fence. The hood of his grey hoodie promptly fell back, revealing his mussed blonde hair. Landing softly on he hard concrete, he turned to see the screeching tires of his coach’s town car as it ditched the idea of chasing him down the narrow path.

Perhaps he should’ve just answered his phone.

Grinning widely, he mentally patted himself on the back for a successful foray into a small act of rebelliousness. He had snuck out of the hotel and made his way to the arena relatively undetected. Not only had he had gotten to watch the warm up, he even managed to stick around to watch a couple of the performances of the ladies’ short program.

One of those skates being from Adrien’s old – and some would say only – friend Chloe. And while it wasn’t her best skate, Adrien was happy to have been there to experience it in person and to support his friend from close by. He would have to be sure to text her some words of encouragement sometime tomorrow, once the wounds had some time to heal. Unfortunately just before Chloe had wrapped up her performance, the continued hum from his phone in his pocket alerted him that people were most likely alerted to his absence, which led him to standing outside the arena, contemplating the pros and cons to answering the incessant buzzing of his cell.

Which had led to an even more fascinating development. Standing outside, Adrien had managed to bump into his French female counterpart. He knew he recognized her the minute he grabbed her hand to help her up off the ground. She wore a familiar black jacket, one which Adrien himself had a copy of, given to him by the French Skating Federation. Of course, he himself never wore his… his father always specially made his own custom sportswear and had his outfits planned just as intricately as his schedule.

Still, the giddiness and freedom he felt in his anonymity – he had to ensure no one recognized him of course – had left him able to interact with his own peer. He had actually quietly cheered and admired her skate earlier that night. And while he couldn’t recall ever really meeting her in person – other than passing by one another throughout the years – Adrien felt a pressure to ensure he made a good first impression. Luckily for him though, she hadn’t identified him as Adrien Agreste, so he found himself behaving much more outgoing and wild from his usual reserved self.

Back to his daring escape, Adrien turned, his back grazing against the cool metal of the fence now behind him. Grinning, he whipped the pair of sunglasses he wore off his face, picturing himself as a hero in some cheesy action movie, aloofly walking away from a major explosion in the background. He stood tall in his achievement, tucking the sunglasses into his pocket and puffing his chest out, before being suddenly pulled back by his shoulder.

“Ack!” he yelped, falling back against the malleable fence wall, uncharacteristically flailing for a moment before regaining his balance. He glanced over his shoulder to see his leather jacket had gotten tangled into the wire netting of the fence. Huffing a deep breath, Adrien slipped out of his jacket, intent of getting it free.

As he delicately worked on untangling the black leather from its silver, metal trap, he felt another familiar murmur of his cellphone emanating from his jacket pocket.

Sighing, he reached forward knowing exactly who was phoning him. So far tonight, he had been quite adamant about ignoring these calls, but after almost getting run over he figured it might be for the best to try to appease the situation. He stared down at his phone screen for a moment, still hesitant, before reluctantly answering the call.

“Yes, Coach Serdtsebezski?”

“Adrien,” replied a hash, steely, Russian accented voice, “Vhere are you?”

Giving up momentarily on his jacket, Adrien reached a hand up to scratch the back of his head, “Just leaving the gym…”

He could easily picture her ice-cold glare. Having known him since he was very young, Adrien’s coach, Nataliya Serdtsebeznykh was a renowned figure skating coach. Ever professional and even more so strict, Gabriel Agreste had hired her on to coach his son after his wife’s sudden illness. But even prior to that Nataliya had always been a close family friend, so Adrien had long since been accustomed to her extremely cold demeanour that matched the unforgiving industry in which she excelled.

So it was no surprise to Adrien that she immediately seemed skeptical of his answer, easily able to see through his lies.

“The one in the hotel?” she asked.

Pausing for a moment, Adrien ran through his options. He could say he was at a gym close by… but he wouldn’t know any specifics, specifics that his Coach would for sure ask about. But if he said he was in the hotel, he would have to haul ass and get back there as soon as possible.

Clearing his throat, Adrien answered, “Yes… I, I just felt that some light cardio would be good as a cool down from practice this morning… so I just did a bit of work on the treadmill and some stretching.” Internally, he flinched, not even able to convince himself of the half-baked lie, “I’m just heading back to my room. Going to go to bed, so…”

“Is that right? I thought the gym would be close this time of night.”

“Ah, well, they kept it open… It was pretty busy…”

A pause. Adrien shifted, reaching to tug on his jacket once more. They both knew he wasn’t in the hotel.

“Well then,” his coach continued, and Adrien let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding, “if you don’t mind, would you be able to join us at the bar for a quick run through of your program and discuss tomorrow’s skate?”

Finally getting his jacket free, Adrien juggled holding his phone to his ear, while putting his jacket back on and dancing around a response to reply with, “Ah, well… I’m pretty tired, so I was planning on going to bed.” He laughed nervously, “You know how important sleep is before a competit–”

“Adrien,” she interrupted curtly, immediately silencing his rambling, her voice even more severe and dissonant, “You’re father is here.”

Eyes wide, Adrien almost dropped his phone in shock, “I – I, whaaat– ? Father is h-here?”

Slightly exasperated, Nataliya replied, “Yes, met us down in at the bar, immediately.”

And with that the call ended.

Adrien froze, his phone in hand, staring down at the screen flashing at him that the call was indeed over, and that yes that conversation had just taken place. Whipping his head back up to look around him, Adrien immediately began to orient himself in the middle of the busy Barcelona streets, calculating the quickest way back to the hotel.

“Shit,” he muttered quietly under his breath.

And for the second time that night, Adrien found himself once again sprinting across the city intent on reaching his destination in a believable amount of time – more specifically the amount of time it would take to get from his penthouse suite in the hotel to the posh bar in the lobby.

The first time Marinette had seen Adrien Agreste skate, she knew she was watching magic.

His edgework was flawless, accented further by the deep bend in his knees that he made look breathtakingly easy, and on top of all this, his jumps were perfect – a stunning mixture of strong and powerful, while at the same time beautifully graceful. He was everything that judges looked for: high levels of difficulty, excellent grades of execution, and artistry.

Marinette, only 11 years old at the time, had just been accepted into INSEP, the National Institute of Sport. That previous spring she had started her training at the center, found in the Bois de Vincennes, just on the outskirts of Paris. She adored it. Being able to go to straight to the arena first thing in the morning – even if she had to endure waking up early and the 1-hour commute on the metro.

From dawn ‘til dusk, and even in her dreams, her time was filled with thoughts on skating. Thinking about the costumes, the choreography, the techniques, the spins, the jumps… the list was endless and ever growing. Albeit there were interludes of study sessions, but the older athletes spoke tales and wonders of getting their baccalauréat diploma as early as 15 in order to focus more time of training and competitive skating. This new world almost entirely immersed in figure skating was a dream come true.

Which had eventually led to a group field trip for Marinette and a few of the young figure skaters that winter. They, along with some selected locals were invited to be flower sweepers at the 2008 French Figure Skating Championships in Megève, and young Marinette had danced in celebration.

The job was simple, skate on the ice after each performance and collect the various bouquets and gifts that had been thrown forth from the crowd. Dressed in pretty and simple dark blue outfits, they were meant to showcase their quick and efficient skating techniques while at the same time gain the experience of being on a national stage and dealing with the atmosphere of competition.

“I’m going to go out there… skate the fastest and pick up the most plushies than anyone!” bellowed Alix, a short and spunky, pinked haired skater, who while being a year older than Marinette, still sat shorter than her. Their coaches had deemed her ideal for pairs skating, a daredevil on and off the ice, who had no problem being lifted and thrown about. However, the one deterring factor was that no partnership seemed to fit just right, and they often ended in some passive aggressive silent treatments for weeks on end. Marinette however had no problem getting along with Alix. They spent many afternoons and warm-ups racing each other in laps around the ice.

“And then, while everyone else is still picking up their first bunch of flowers,” she continued, a bright spark in her eyes, “I’m gonna do a double Salchow.”

“Alix…” piped another of Marinette’s training mates, Rose, a kind-hearted girl, the youngest of them all, “You wouldn’t want to get in trouble! Oh it would be awful if they sent you home because of that!”

“Pffffft,” Alix returned, crossing her arms and leaning back against the hard train seats, “I’d like to see ‘em try!”

At this the group broke out into giggles at Alix’s jeer. They had more than gotten accustomed to her talks of glory and astonishment, and while they knew better than to expect her to go through with said plan, together they delighted in imagining the skaters they would see in person.

“Oh!!! I’m so excited to see Brain Joubert!” Rose swooned.

“I’m excited to see the ladies programs,” Marinette added, “I bet their costumes will be divine!”

Alix, completely oblivious to the others, stared out the window, “I wonder how fast this train is going?”

It wasn’t until later the next day in the Palais des Sports Arena that Marinette stood at the boards, mouth about in awe.

They had been at the arena for almost the entire day, drinking hot chocolate and watching as the competitors warmed up. A pair of hairdressers had even stopped by to do their hair and have them ready for the ice. They cooed over Marinette’s pigtails, eventually deciding to leave them be – with the addition of hairspray and glitter of course. Rose on the other hand, with her long blonde hair, was given an elegant high bun, wrapped in a braid. She admired the handiwork in the mirror, thanking the hairdressers profusely and giggling under the shower of added glitter.

Alix however did not receive the same treatment. The hairdressers lamented over her asymmetrical haircut, and sweated in combing out all her tangles. Eventually they fashioned some sort of side bun with one side of her hair French-braided. She scowled when approached with the thought of glitter and promptly dodged any attempts – dodges that managed to askew bits and pieces of her hair before they were even on the ice!

Today’s events so fair had mostly been the Junior brackets, and it was enjoyable to watch as skaters just a little older than themselves skated across the ice, giving them hopes and glimpses into their possible futures.

At least it was enjoyable for most of them.

“This is lame…” Alix whispered as they waited for the start of the Junior Men’s Short Program, “When do we see the good stuff?”

“Oh hush, Alix!” Rose scolded half-heartedly, a small giggle escaping her pretend scowl. Because in the end, they all sort of were somewhat unimpressed, having just watched the Junior Ladies’ Short Program, knowing that soon they would easily skate just as well as most of the competitors. It made them thirsty to show off their own prowess, but instead they were assigned to skate around like babies, picking up various gifts thrown on the ice, basically invisible as all eyes stayed glued onto the performers.

But the day changed for Marinette once her eyes locked on to his.

It wasn’t until he gotten a few seconds into his short program that Marinette had really noticed him. Prior to that, he was just another skater. He was dressed simply and elegantly. Perfectly tailored black dress pants with a simple white button-up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, a peek of a black t-shirt underneath and matching black suspenders running up his torso and over his shoulders. Nothing entirely groundbreaking or eye-catching but nevertheless he looked very well put together.

His music was classical, a generic choice, but something about it in combination to his skating made her think of springtime. Perhaps it was the brightness of his blonde hair, or the verdant richness of his beautiful green eyes that reminded her of rain-soaked grass and twining vines – details that she couldn’t help but catch as he passed by, so close and so fast. His eyes looked into the crowd as his circled the rink’s boundaries, picking up speed.

Of course he wasn’t looking at her directly, but in her memories she liked to think he spotted her, picked her out from the crowd. He moved with a grace that kept the arena silent in awe. His footwork perfectly timed and matching with the rushing, complex melody of his program. He looked charmingly young and spirited even though his moments on the ice showed maturity and mastery of the sport. The choreography of his skating was made to look easy and lovely, despite the fact that Marinette could see the perfection of his technique and the difficultly inherent in his subtle movements.

And when he jumped.

He flew.

Over the applause of the crowd, Marinette could vaguely hear her friends next to her.

“Wow,” gapped Rose, eyes wide.

“Who…?” asked Alix.

Mariette, sitting in between the two, was barely able to register their gasps, let alone her own. Instead she watched as the boy landed his triple-triple combination jump flawlessly, stretching out his free leg behind him, his face breaking into a triumphant smile.

And in that smile, Marinette felt the summer sun.

The feeling was fleeting, but it reminded her of something – something she had no words in her young vocabulary to describe. It was as if she was back home in Paris at the rink she visited almost every day, sitting under the heaters awaiting her turn on the ice, or the feeling of biting into a fresh pastry still warm and fresh from the oven in her parents’ bakery.

He continued on, lunging into a layback Ina Bauer. His feet stretched across the ice in an extended fourth position, emphasizing the outside edge of his skates. As he exited the move, he swung his arms back, lifting a leg off the ice behind him. And in one smooth movement, he leapt up into the air, using the moment of his limbs to swing into a tight spinning position.

And again he easily landed another component: a triple Axel.

His smile was much more subdued in that landing. An innocent one-sided grin as if he was not surprised to have landed such a difficult element.

The ephemeral familiarity Marinette had felt stretched on; her eyes were transfixed on his performance, unaware of the deep blush upon her cheeks.

“Who the hell is that?!” asked Alix.

Her question went unanswered. None of them had been listening when the boy had come on the ice, and now they were much to invested in watching him complete his program.

As he came to a final stop, holding his final pose for a few counts, Alix’s query was finally answered.

“From Paris, Adrien Agreste,” blared the arena speakers.

From Paris?! Marinette thought, slightly stunned, unaware of the bustling and movement around her. Everyone was moving towards the boards ready to be unleashed onto the ice.

She was however, quickly reminded of her job, as one of the supervisors whisper-yelled, “Allez! Go, go!!! Vite! Fast now, children!”

The doors to the ice were opened and quickly they spread out along the ice, racing to collect bouquets, flowers, cards, and toys being thrown from the audience.

Marinette, still a bit dazed, dawdled behind her counterparts, most of who zoomed forth to the farthest reaches of the ice. This left Marinette, gliding slowly along the ice’s perimeter, idly grabbing for objects around her, her eyes mostly focusing on the boy at center ice. His blonde hair fluttered as he bowed to the crowd, before springing perfectly back into its stylized place. Smiling widely, he waved humbly, before turning and skating towards the doors… towards Marinette.

Jumping slightly and tangled in nerves, Marinette tried to finally focus on her task in favour of attracting any attention from the skilled skater in front of her. He glided slowly, hands on his hips as he took several deep breaths, staring down at the ice below him.

Marinette suddenly determined, caught a clash of black fluff against the ice, moving forward and stretching down, she grabbed the soft plush, smiling at the little green-eyed animal in her hands.

Turning slightly, she reached for another nearby gift, a delicate bundle of red roses, wrapped in plastic. Just as she bent down to scooped up the blossoms, her eyes caught on to the close proximity she held to the skater, Adrien.

Instinctively she flinched in shock, even though she was nowhere close to being in danger of colliding with him. His nearness, however, seemed to put her on edge, causing for her to momentarily lose balance. Floundering, she overcompensated her backwards momentum, leaning much too forward, to quickly, still intent on retrieving the red roses.

And that is how Marinette made her debut on the national stage – albeit not as a competitor but as a volunteer – by tripping right in front France’s rising ingénue, skating prodigy, Adrien Agreste.

Looking back on it now, Marinette had one silver lining to the situation. Thank God Chloe had not been witness to her humiliation. If the blonde bully had indeed known or been present, it was without a doubt that Marinette would still be dealing with the occasional jeer and pestering at her own expense.

Still, this thought was not something 11-year old Marinette was privy to, so it did not to quell Marinette’s utter mortification. She tried her best to recover quickly, refusing to look up and catch the eyes of those laughing at her or staring at her with pity. No, no, no, she wished for nothing more than to believe this had never happened, and the avoidance of any reaction from those around her seemed like a sure bet to keep her in the waters of denial for a moment longer.

Stubbornly focusing on the ice, she reached out for the fallen roses; quickly grabbing the black cat plush she had dropped, collecting the gifts with haste. Eventually she ran out of items to gather, leaving her to finally compose herself, to rise up with grace and shake off the embarrassment. She huffed a heavy breath, preparing herself.

She looked up.

Oh…

The flash of green caught her immediately.

Oh no.

Her heart fluttered, no longer in her control. As Adrien Agreste, eyes wide with concern closed the short distance between them, coming to a smooth stop in front of her. Internally Marinette screamed. Externally her eyes glazed slightly, obscuring her vision. She blinked, determined to keep the embarrassed tears from falling down her face.

Adrien’s face seemed to soften kindly as he bent down, reaching a hand out towards her.

Staring up at him, Marinette fought her frown, fought her watering eyes, and tried and failed to fight back the sudden onslaught of blush across her freckled cheeks.

Her gaze flickered back and forth from his outstretched hand to his green, green eyes, oddly confused as to what to do – suddenly shy and stunned.

In reaction, she jerked her arms forward, offering the boy his gifts. She placed the bundle of roses into his offered hard.

He stared at her puzzled in silence, looking down at the roses, a smile growing upon his face.

And he laughed.

Her immediate instinct told her that he was laughing at her expense, clearly appalled at her behaviour. How could such a poor skater have been chosen to skate in front of greatness?

The thought alone had her imagination running, telling her to become a hermit, to travel the world, a desolate vagabond, seeking refuge in any land that wouldn’t instantly banish her, recognizing her as the flower sweeper girl at the 2008 French National Championships… You think you can hide your face here? They would say, jeering her unforgivingly –

However as she stared back into his dazzling eyes, crinkled in delight, she realized he was not laughing at her, but just perhaps the situation: a little girl down on one knee offering him flowers.

She smiled up at him nervously, her mouth twitching slightly, before she too broke out into giggles.

Adrien smiled, this hand wrapping around the roses, taking them from Marinette. He transferred them to his left hand and again reached out towards her.

“Hello,” he smiled brightly.

“I’m sorry!” Marinette impulsively replied.

His brow furrowed, his lips pursed, “No – That’s, that’s okay. Are you alright?”

She nodded.

He smiled again, “Oh good, can I help you up?”

“Oh!” she blushed, “Oh, I – Um, yes, of course.” She took his hand and he easily helped her back up to standing, him holding the red roses, her holding a fluffy black cat plush.

“T-thank you,” she said.

He bowed dramatically, letting go of her hand before standing back up straight. “It was no problem, little lady.”

“Adrien!” someone called from the boards.

He looked away from her, both of them brought back to reality. But before he skated away, he turned back to her. He reached into the bundle of flowers, plucking a single thorn-less rose out from the bunch. Smiling wide, he offered it to her.

“Here,” he smiled, “For you.”

Glancing up at him, her vision swept back and forth between his emerald eyes and the beautiful red petals, until finally she tentatively reached up, fingers bumping his as her transferred the single red rose into her hand.

She looked up to he his retreating back, walking off the ice into the arms of his coaches. As she watched him go, she twirled the rose in her hands. He didn’t turn back to give Marinette another view of his lovely green eyes or another glance at his winning smile. She sighed, looking down at the pretty rose in her hands.

And in doing so she missed Adrien as he glanced over his shoulder. Smiling, he looked back at the girl on the ice, thinking in wonder that he had just made a friend.

Marinette padded along her section of the room, thick heavy socks on her feet as she stared around the warm-up room. Her soft woolen socks did little to muffle the nervous shuffling of her feet. All around, her competition had gathered, everyone preparing for the free skate. On the TV on the wall played out the ice dancing free dance, showing couples twirling and gliding gracefully across the ice. Staring around the rest of the room, Marinette watched as most of the other girls stretched out, wearing headphones to cancel out any distractions.

Dressed in plentiful layers overtop her free skate performance dress, Marinette closed her eyes, running through her program in her mind for the 100th time. In her head she could hear the music and she easily raised her arms at the right musical beats and even bouncing in time to practise her jumps. As she mapped out her skate, imagining herself on the ice. However, even with all the practise and preparation, she couldn’t help but shake the sinking heaviness in her bones, the cold sweat breaking on her skin, and even more distracting, the feeling of eyes on her.

Uneasy and uncomfortable, Marinette stopped her practise to look out across the room. Almost instantly she met the angry glare of Chloe. The blonde skater sat on the ground, on the opposite side of the room, her legs stretched out into a side spit.

Clad in her white and gold dress, Chloe was staring daggers in Marinette’s direction. Her platinum hair had been precisely pulled back into a high ponytail that flowed down her back, swishing from side to side as Chloe shook her head at Marinette, her arms crossed over her chest.

In response Marinette raised her eyebrows in question. What on earth was her problem?

Loudly, Chloe clucked her tongue, before proceeding to loudly chew on a piece of gum. Her eyes still locked on to Marinette as she blew a bubble.

Pop!

Blinking in astonishment, Marinette turned around, determined to not let Chloe get to her. In doing so, she almost smacked into a girl about her own age. She stood a bit shorter than Marinette, her bright orange-red hair but into a chin-length bob and held away from her face with a simple white headband. Her outfit was demure and almost business like, an argyle sweater over a white collared shirt and simple black dress pants. On her face she wore thick tortoise shell glasses, completing her outfit, giving her an air of intelligence.

“Oh! Sorry!” the girl peeped, a high pitch voice and a sympathetic smile as she walked around Marinette, mirroring Marinette’s own gasped apology.

Together the two girls shared a quick smile before Marinette was again reminded of her original goal by another loud pop from behind her. Trying her best to ignore the sound, Marinette took out her phone from her jacket pocket. In her distraction she failed to notice another shared look in the room as the redheaded girl continued on her way out of the room. As the girl walked past Chloe she gave a small and firm nod of her head, to which Chloe smiled conspiratorially. Oblivious to such an inconspicuous action, Marinette unlocked her phone, refreshing the news page link that Alya had sent her the night before. On the screen she smiled looking at and reaffirming her placement after the short program.

3 – Marinette Dupain-Cheng (FRA)

She hadn’t been dreaming. She was in definite medal contention, and at the Grand Prix Finals! She bit back a smile, her body vibrating, either with nerves or happiness, or some sick mixture of both.

And just below her name on the standings:

4 – Chloe Bourgeois (USA)

As bad as it sounded, this made Marinette smile grow even more. But this was a competition, and Chloe had made it perfectly clear throughout their years together that they were not friends, so Marinette did feel some satisfaction and validation in knowing that she had outskated her rival in the short program.

Not only that but Marinette actually had a realistic chance in placing on the podium today. Her first Grand Prix Final – and a medal within her grasp!

From behind her, Marinette could still hear the crude sound of gum smacking. She reached down into her bag nearby, finally deciding to follow the example of the other skaters with their earphones on. And so Marinette put her own pair on, playing her free skate music from her phone and closing her eyes once more to gain her concentration. She continued visualizing her skate, stretching out her limbs and jogging on the spot to keep herself warm until her breathing became shallower and shallower. Whether it was due to nerves or exertion, she couldn’t say, although deep, deep down she could feel the growing weight and pressure set upon her.

Eventually it got to the point where she needed to get her skates on, so Marinette sat down and began to lace up her skates. Soon the skaters would be given their stipulated warm-up time on the ice and then the free skate would begin. The order of skaters was determined by the ranking from the short program the night before. Chloe, being in 4th place currently, was to skate 2nd, followed by Marinette.

Humming along to the sounds of her music, Marinette pulled and tighten her skate laces, delicately and patiently going through the process she had done countless times before. The activity helped to settle some of the unease she was feeling. Simply focusing on the pressure to her feet over the pressure on her shoulder. She flexed her feet and ensured her tying was secure, before standing back up staring down at her skates in their bright pink skate guards with a smile – one that faltered as she was reminded of the stakes at hand.

Looking back at her phone to check the time, she noticed a short text from Alya wishing her luck. She smiled, sending her back a few happy emojis. After another few moments of stretching out and walking on the spot, Marinette collected herself and made her way into the hallway, deciding to get a feel for her blades in a brisk walk before eventually making her way to the ice. She knew where she could find Cheryl so she could pass over her bag to her and receive the time-honoured pep talk. Until then in her hand she was picturing herself on ice, remembering each jumping pass and imagining her landing every single one perfectly. It will be fine, she chanting over and over in her head.

“Watch your edge on your Lutz,” said Cheryl.

It will be fine, Marinette breathed, her throat running dry and constricting.

“Try a couple for your warm up, and don’t worry, just focus on getting used to the ice.” Cheryl continued, “Don’t push yourself.”

Marinette nodded. I can do this. I can do this, she affirmed made her way towards the rink.

It will be fine.

Right?

It was not fine. Nothing was fine.

She stood at center ice, hands shaking, her chest heaving already, as desperately tried her best to hold her starting position. But nothing felt right, her face small smile that was suppose to give off an air of serenity, felt forced and unfamiliar. And worst of all she could fell it. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as she stood there, tiny and cold on the ice. The judges, the audience, her coaches, Chloe Bourgeois and…

Adrien Agreste.

He was here and everything was wrong, it was awful. And she couldn’t spot him out from the sea of people. It made it almost worse, because Marinette knew – she just knew – that out there the great Adrien Agreste was out there watching her skate.

And she was angry.

Just before the group warm-up all but 20 minutes prior, Marinette had stood, nervously waiting alongside the other skaters for their ice time. Just a little ways down the boards from her, the two Russian competitors stretched out, totally in their own world. The other skaters, the two Japanese skaters, cheerfully stood by, talking to each other and holding each other’s hands. Still wearing her gloves and jacket, Marinette smiled softly in their direction as she fiddled with her hands, trying to keep her mind relaxed. She took off her gloves, bundling them into a makeshift stress ball, focusing on her program and trying not to look up into the stands and the audience’s expectant stares.

The moment was interrupted suddenly by a loud, dissonant laugh from behind her.

Chloe.

Marinette sighed in annoyance, stuffing her balled up gloved into her jacket pocket, about ready to tell Chloe off for being so loud when everyone was trying to focus. But just as the thought crossed her mind, she reminded herself that doing so probably would most likely do no good. Chloe did what Chloe wanted, and she almost always got her way. It would only serve as another distraction, one that Marinette could not afford to stack onto her worried and chaotic state of mind.

Finally the announcements began, introducing the event and alerting the skaters that it was time. The group gathered near the entranceway on to the ice, each girl reaching for their blade guards with their respective coaches hovering nearby.

Marinette reached down to remove her bright pink guards from her skates. As she removed them, something suddenly felt wrong, a weird and gross tacky-ness that made one of her guards more difficult to take off.

Looking down at her left skate she noticed a string of some sort of plaster or resin coming off her skate blade. Puzzled she reached down, seeing the source of it had been caked into the groves of her guard.

As her hands came into contact with the gunk, a chilling jolt of realization ran through her –

It was gum.

Panicking slightly, and ignoring the peals of laughter from behind her, Marinette wiped her hands instinctively on her jacket. Gross, gross, gross, she thought as she turned to Cheryl, eyes wide.

“Do you have any tissues?!?” she asked.

Cheryl immediately handed her some from her bag, with a look of sympathy, “Oh Marinette what happened?”

“I – I don’t know,” she answered, having taken a few tissues from her coach and working on cleaning off her skate blade, “There’s – just, um – there’s g-gum on my blade!”

As she continued to clean off her blades the boards were opened, inviting the skaters onto the slick surface, accompanied by the announcer introducing the skaters.

The other skaters began to make their ways onto the ice, leaving Marinette behind as she worked to clean off her skate. The tissues were able to remove most of the gum, but remnants of it still remained coating the edges of her skate. She tried to scrape off as much as she could, but even then the tissues just ended up sticking to the surface making chunks of tissue-gum.

“That’s good enough for now, honey,” Cheryl patted her shoulder, “You just go out and do your warm-up, we can clean it up after.”

Marinette nodded, carefully handing Cheryl her skate guards and used tissues as she turned to the ice.

As Marinette placed a skate on the ice, testing the effect of the gum on her skate, a voice spoke out from behind her.

It was Chloe again with a disgustingly saccharine and overly flirty giggle that had Marinette internally gagging.

“Thanks again for the gum, Adrikins!” Chloe exclaimed loudly, “You’re the greatest!”

No… Marinette thought. Thinking back on Chloe’s continued cold treatment towards her today and her annoyingly loud gum chewing. No way would Chloe sink that low, would she?

Turning around with a frown Marinette looked up at her training mate with an angry frown.

But before she was able to form any sort of response to the situation, Marinette’s eyes caught on the figure standing beside Chloe.

Adrien Agreste.

He was standing right next to Chloe, with an adorable, yet confused look on his face. He was dressed in Gabriel designer sportswear, the signature “G” in a circle imprinted over his chest.

Also standing next to Chloe was the redheaded girl from earlier. Her arms were crossed and she was snickering, joining Chloe in her ridiculing behaviour.

“Really Adrien, I’m so glad you could make it! It so nice to have you here to support us in this sticky situation.” Chloe continued, waving a hand in Marinette’s direction, a smug smile on her face as she looked at Marinette, eyebrows raised with a challenge in her eye.

Marinette took a few seconds to absorb the situation. Fighting back the immediate reaction to blush at Adrien’s presence, the pieces of the puzzle seemed to land into place before her.

“Oh…” she said meekly, looking down at her skate, “I get it…”

It was some sort of sick prank, wasn’t it? Her anger seemed to melt into just plain sadness, the harsh furrow in her brow fading into disappointment and defeat. How inappropriate and ill timed… or was it some sort of sabotage at Marinette’s expense? How could Chloe do this?

Adrien stood there not really sure what was happening.

“I – what?” he looked from Marinette to Chloe, not understanding.

“Yeah… I get it, very funny…” Marinette continued, sarcasm dripping off every word, masking her utter embarrassment and humiliation.

Chloe and the redhead jeered.

”No – no! I – “ he tried to reply, most likely with an excuse, but Marinette didn’t wait to hear it. Huffing, she turned; pushing herself away from the conversation, now was not the time. She needed to focus.

She glided across the ice, feeling a little bump from the bits of gum still left on her left skate blade. Circling around the ice, trying to get a feel for it, Marinette tried to empty her mind of the whole mess that had just occurred.

Don’t focus on it, Marinette, she told herself. She twirled here and there, switching from forwards to backwards skating, pushing into the ice and testing its surface.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Chloe also nearby, flawlessly landing a triple flip.

Shaking her head to try to escape her worries, Marinette practiced a spin, going into a layback position and trying to find a steady point to focus on.

As her head tilted back in the spin she caught a glance of Adrien Agreste watching from the boards.

Faltering out of her spin, Marinette pushed on, trying not to let them get the better of her. This was a mind game, and she would show them that she could win.

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InnovAge: Day center cna

Job Summary The Certified Nurse Aide is responsible for providing routine care and assisting participants or clients with activities of daily living, restorative and supportive care.

Essential Functions and Work Responsibilities Functional Category: Client/Participant Care Estimated Percent of time Spent – 100% · Follows plan of care and assists participants with activities of daily living such as bathing, dressing, grooming, hair care, mouth care, eating, hand and toileting as assigned or needed.

Documents care provided in accordance with established policies, guidelines and applicable regulations · Carries out, reports and documents care given in an effective, timely manner as observed by the RN and through periodic record reviews.

· Participates in the care planning of participants through cooperation with the multidisciplinary teams.

· Monitors participants’ health status by taking vital signs and weights (monthly).

· Monitors appetite in addition to looking for changes in functional ability and checking skin condition while assisting with toileting.

· Monitors/assists participants in a courteous manner with meals and provides assistance with feeding as necessary.

· Assists participants with restorative and supportive care such as ambulating, positioning, transferring, skin care, catheters, fills oxygen and provides other aides as assigned or needed.

· Monitors participants’ health status such as vital signs, weights, skin condition, appetite and changes in functional ability and reports pertinent information to clinical supervisor in a timely manner.

Reports any variance, accident or unusual occurrence to the appropriate personnel.Attends in-service and continuing education programs as scheduled and necessary.

· Assist drivers with the loading and unloading of participants from vehicles.

· Assist the transportation department with participants’ take home supplies.

· May rotate into In-Home Services as a Homecare C.N.A.

as applicable and deemed necessary by the ADHC Services Manager.

· Creates and participates in group(s) and one-on-one activities in accordance with daily activity calendar when needed.

· Participates within the interdisciplinary team in the formulation of Plans of Care for InnovAge PACE program participants, as well as in other interdisciplinary team settings that plan, coordinate and monitor the care of InnovAge PACE program participants.

· Additional work functions and duties may be assigned Job Qualifications Qualifications To perform this job successfully, an individual must be able to perform each essential duty satisfactorily.

Requirements listed below are representative of the knowledge, skill, and/or ability required.

Reasonable accommodations may be made to enable individuals with disabilities to perform the essential functions REQUIRED Education · High School Diploma or GED Licensure, Certification, Registration or Designation · Current and valid state issued Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) license is required · Current CPR certification or the ability to obtain CPR certification is required.

· Require personal transportation, current state issued driver’s license, good driving record and auto insurance as required by law.

Work Experience and Qualifications · A minimum of one year experience working the frail or elderly is required.

PREFERRED Work Experience and Qualifications · Experience in a care setting for frail and elderly patients participating in a group environment preferred Other Knowledge Skills and Abilities Required Computer Skills Must be computer proficient and possess experience with Microsoft Word, Excel, and Outlook.Must be able to quickly learn specific software and new applications.

Mathematical/Financial Skills Ability to apply concepts such as fractions, percentages, ratios, and proportions to practical situations.Able to analyze data and statistics and draw reasonable conclusions and compile accurate reports.

Language Skills Ability to read, analyze and interpret regulations and other documents.

Strong interpersonal skills and ability to effectively and tactfully present information to, and communicate with, co-workers, employees, and others.

Possess exceptional English written and verbal communication skills, including accurate grammar and business correspondence knowledge.

Ability to read and write memos, reports, and correspondence that conform to prescribed style and format.

Reasoning Ability · Ability to define problems, collects data, establish facts, and draw valid conclusions.

Other Skills and Abilities: Able to establish and maintain cooperative and positive working relationships.Organized, detail-oriented, diplomatic, proactive, self-motivated, dependable, and driven by excellence.

Even-tempered and able to balance multiple tasks in accordance with changing deadlines and priorities in a fast-paced environment.Ability to work sensitively and effectively with individuals of diverse ethnic and cultural backgrounds.

InnovAge Service Standards Requirements Safety · Safety Maintains a safe work place.

Reports all unsafe work conditions to supervisor and/or Safety & Loss Control Manager and works in conjunction with supervisor, Safety & Loss Control Manager, and staff to correct unsafe work conditions.

Follows and enforces all safety policies.

Accountability Commitment – Commits to his/her job and to the success of the company.

Continuously puts forth the effort to achieve goals and continuous quality improvement.

Degree to which employee goes the extra step to ensure job/task completion.

Takes initiative to offer ideas to improve processes or results.Cooperativeness – Consistently supports management decisions as demonstrated by his/her actions.

Demonstrates a “can do” attitude by responding positively to instructions.

Follows instructions and works harmoniously with others to complete the job or task.Attendance – Meets or exceeds punctuality and attendance expectations/requirements.

Faithfully reports to work and conforms to scheduled work hours.

When necessitated, follows call-in procedures and informs others of absences.

Caring Customer Service Embraces the organization’s commitment to internal and external customer service and demonstrates a customer-centric approach when interacting with co-workers, participants, clients, and all other business contacts.Confidentiality – Maintains confidentiality of employee, participant, and client data/information, and any other sensitive organization information as appropriate.

Integrity Adherence to Company Policy – Follows and enforces guidelines as established by policies.

Conforms to company and job standards and requirements.

Shows respect for others.

Acts in the best interests of the company at all times.

Serves as an example for others.

Conducts business in an ethical fashion.Reliability – Completes responsibilities with minimal direct supervision.

Follows through with assigned jobs and tasks all the way through completion.

Puts forth the effort to achieve goals and objectives under varying circumstances.Alignment with Company Goals & Objectives – Supports the organization’s mission, vision, and values and holding self-accountable for applying these principles daily and personally living them when working with co‑workers, participants, clients, and all other business contacts.

Quality Quantity of Work / Productivity – Produces at a high volume.

Always puts forth the effort to maximize productivity.

Meets or exceeds established work deadlines.

Engages in a productive work effort whenever possible.

Meets goals and objectives.Quality of Work – Produces work that is accurate and reliable.

Accomplishes work quickly and efficiently.

Works in a thorough and organized manner while minimizing down time.

Results are consistently within acceptable quality standards.Job Knowledge – Demonstrates a thorough understanding of his/her job processes and procedures.

Integrates knowledge to efficiently accomplish job requirements.

Efficiently uses resources (including staff and management) to obtain additional knowledge.

Communication – Exhibits good interpersonal skills.

Develops and fosters professional relationships with co-workers, participants, clients, and vendors.

Keeps others informed as directed by operational demands and need-to-know.

Keeps self informed of announcement made via established company venues

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