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[right][sub][b][color=BF225D]Location:[/color][/b] [i][color=FF6347]Ares Coliseum[/color][/i]
[b][color=BF225D]Interacting With:[/color][/b] [i][color=FF6347][s]Blonde Baby[/s] Lyra [@Filthy Mudblood],[s]B Daddy[/s] Asher via Text [@HaleyTheRandom], [s]That Strange Dude[/s] Ian [@SilverPaw][/color][/i]
[b][color=BF225D]Mentions:[/color][/b] [i][color=FF6347] [s]Wine Daddy[/s] Aiden [@voltaic], [s]the Daddy I really want[/s] Leo [@CaptainSully][/color][/i][/sub][/right]

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[indent][color=darkgray]After seventeen hours on the road, a black Range Rover with California licence plates came to a full stop in one of the empty parking spaces of Olympus Academy. The carpeted floor of the Rover’s passenger side was littered with take-out bags from Panera Bread and Chipotle, along with a fair share of empty Starbucks venti cups. Meanwhile, the slender figure of Ariana Mossos-Huntsberg currently occupied the driver’s side of the luxurious vehicle.

For someone who had driven through the night and half the day across three states, the young woman behind the wheel was looking pretty damn good. The eighteen year-old daughter of Aphrodite pulled down the overhead mirror to stare at her reflection for a few long minutes, studying every inch of her face to make sure she was looking as close to perfection as she could. Her tanned skin was looking as smooth as porcelain, cheeks still faintly glowing pink with the remnants of her last weekend under the Bali sun. The dark locks of sleek brown hair were as silky as ever, and any evidence of her lack of sleep was hidden away by a light layer of natural-looking makeup. With one hand, Ariana dug into the Prada bag that sat in the passenger’s seat of her car and fished out a tube of watermelon lip gloss, carefully twisting it open and applying a generous coat to her plump lips. And in case the makeup wasn't enough, the provocative outfit she was wearing would definitely draw the attention away from her bitchy-looking face and to the things that truly mattered.  

Mesmerized as she was in her own beauty, Ariana failed to notice the message about the impromptu assembly until it had nearly vanished from the sky. Letting out a deep sigh, the girl shut off the Rover’s engine and exited the vehicle, making sure to lock it behind her and taking all the time in the world to walk to her destination. She barely managed to squeeze into the coliseum and occupy what was probably the last empty seat before the institutional greetings began. 

While the rest of her peers were following the faculty’s every word, Ariana’s attention was elsewhere. Her hazel-colored eyes were fixated on her iPhone, rose gold nails making soft clicking noises against the screen while a satisfied smirk remained on her lips. During the summer, the young woman had met the B-list West Coast DJ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/15/31/311531437d28c1da9530e8af4b78abde.jpg]The Lost Cross[/url] during a party held at The Peninsula hotel. The chemistry between them had been explosive, and all it had taken was the spark of a kiss to send the two of them up in flames. 

[indent][b]From: 🍆 Cross Daddy 🍆[/b]
[color=4169E1][i]When will you be back in town, doll? I want to feel what that pretty little mouth of yours can do again.[/i][/color][/indent]

The high-voltage response she was starting to type out to Benjamin was cut short by the sound of her name echoing across the coliseum. Ariana’s head immediately whipped up from her phone and down to the arena, where Headmistress Helena was shooting her the usual scathing glare as she motioned with her head for the young woman to come on down [i]now[/i]. 

The brunette rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed at how this whole thing was playing out. Helena and Ariana’s feud had started back in the Mossos teen’s first year at Olympus Academy, when she was caught in a compromising position with one of the headmistress’ sons. If it hadn’t been for Headmaster Hector interfering on the girl’s behalf, his wife would have had her way, and Ari would have probably been expelled. But although the episode had happened years ago, Helena had never since missed a chance to test the limited, short patience of the California girl. And Ariana was sure that her name being called to be a part of this little experiment was no coincidence.

As soon as she’d reached the bottom of the arena, Ariana looked around in search of any familiar faces that would provide any sort of comfort in this shitty situation. Her eyes stumbled upon classmates she knew, and later onto the people who really mattered: her Wine Daddy, her B Daddy, her Blonde Baby, and eventually lighting up when they fell on Leo Sullivan. She’d been after the guy for years now, with as much success as Scrat the squirrel from Ice Age. But the very real possibility of being paired off to live with him for one whole year definitely put Ariana in a significantly better mood. The wheels in her naughty little mind immediately began to turn, coming up with a whole selection of ideas to seduce her way into Leo’s pants. But sadly, it was simply not meant to be. When she received her paper and greedily read the names, she was heartbroken to find out the name next to Leo’s did not belong to her.

Fucking [i]bummer[/i].

But not everything was bad news for the daughter of Aphrodite. The second Ariana read the name of her roommate, there was no wiping away the triumphant grin on her face. Whoever had decided to let this so-called Mystic Oracle make the pairings must truly be asking for trouble, because which faculty member in their right mind would think that having her and Asher Alcott together could be a good thing for anyone? The two had been dancing around the line between friends and lovers for years now, having decided just last semester that they would put a firm stop to the madness come this school year. But now that they were forced to share the same roof for one year? Ariana knew that all bets were off the table.

[indent][color=BF225D][i]“Guess we better start handing out earplugs to the neighbors, roomie, because u and me won’t know what sleep is for a while!”[/i][/color], she typed up, barely managing to send off the text to her new roommate when a familiar voice went off on a rant.[/indent]

[i][color=F0E68C]"Did you see who they've paired me with?! Ian Rivers?! I've hardly even met the guy! He terrifies me, Ari! What if he possesses me? I'll tell you what, I am phoning my father right this instant! He wouldn't stand for this."[/color][/i]

Only after Lyra Woods’ venting was done and over with did Ariana look up from her phone, choosing to remain silent while she shot the other girl a judgmental look. [color=BF225D]“So are you done being a dramatic little bitch, or should I give you a few more minutes?”[/color] she said in a snarky tone, raising an arched eyebrow at Lyra.

The brunette’s brisk words had done the trick. The anger on Lyra's face melted away into one of amusement at the same time Ariana’s judgmental look did, and both girls joined in a chuckle.


[color=F0E68C]"So, how was your summer without me? Dreadful?[/color]

[color=BF225D]“The absolute [i]worst[/i],”[/color] Ariana teased with a smile, wrapping her best friend up in a hug while their lips came together for a brief kiss. A few whispers and murmurs buzzed around from those in close proximity, presumably talking about the scene they had just witnessed. And, as always, the brunette chose to ignore them. Had they not seen two girls kissing before? Well, too bad. Lyra and her were just [i]that[/i] close. They would get over it. [color=BF225D]“I have [i]so[/i] many stories to tell you, Lyly, [i]especially[/i] the one about this DJ I met at a party-”[/color]

[color=8A2BE2]“I believe we have not yet properly met, miss?”[/color]

The drawl of the person who’d interrupted Ariana and Lyra’s reunion was none other than the latter’s new roomate himself: Ian Rivers. Although he’d been speaking to Lyra, he was polite enough to address Ari with a curt nod, to which the girl responded with a raised eyebrow, unflinching stare that lasted until the young man broke it to address the blonde again. [color=8A2BE2]“My name is Ian Rivers, and I most certainly cannot possess people, rest assured.”[/color]

[color=BF225D]“Ooooookaaaaaaay, then! This is the part where I [i]leave[/i],”[/color] Ari exclaimed, shooting Lyra a meaningful look before turning her eyes towards Rivers again. In all honesty, Ariana wasn't in the mood for any introductions or conversations with people she barely knew. She was exhausted from the drive, and all her body was screaming for was a long shower and hours upon hours of uninterrupted sleep. [color=BF225D]“You guys have fun without me! Toodles!”[/color]

And with that, Ariana turned on her heel and walked away, long hair flowing behind her and her hips swaying from side to side at her every step.[/color][/indent]