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[right][sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ares Colosseum
[color=F4F0EC][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24]JoJo[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], 
[color=6ecff6]Dal[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], 
[color=9e0b0f]Dana[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], 
[color=cadetblue]Beks[/color] [@Krayzikk], 
[color=daa520]Lil Miss Sunshine[/color] [@Altered Tundra],
[color=aquamarine]The 'Out' Crowd[/color] [@SouffleGirl123], 
[color=F0E68C]Freudian Slip[/color] [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sub][/right]
[sub]☠ [color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte[/color] ☠ [color=e03c31]20, Fifth Year[/color][/sub]
[sub]Ψ [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color] Ψ [color=20b2aa]19, Fourth Year[/color][/sub]
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Rhea’s hair was ruffled by the much taller man, inciting a small laugh from the diminutive earth-shaker. She roller her eyes a little, but nodded along with Jonas’ story. But before much more time could go by their glorious ray of sunshine himself returned and picked Rhea up, spinning her around before dropping her back down in front of him. His eyes shifted to Marcy and her shade changed just one nigh-unnoticeable hue.

[color=e03c31]“Not much babe.”[/color] Marcy shot back, the game had already begun. His hand played around with her hair as if he could even frazzle her general appearance, but even with some loose strands falling on either side of her face she looked great. [color=e03c31]“What did you manage to get up to with all that free time?”[/color] The question was rhetorical, judging by the look in Marcy's eyes.

Rhea laughed a little, his immediate return was felt. Glancing across the way she noticed Wynter eyeing the group of them with a bit of misplaced callousness, but that was fine – she was okay with people disliking them. They were loud, could be obnoxious, and Rhea was sure it would be difficult watching people as happy as them. She hadn’t always been this happy, but since running with the group she had been with, it was all peachy keen.

[color=e03c31]“Viv, so good to see you too.”[/color] Marcy said, her eyes scanning the daughter of Apollo in a quick microsecond glance. She was about how Marcy remembered her, a little tired perhaps. But Marcy was quick to move on. She glanced over at Dana, now being rustled up by Jonas, the two struck imposing figures for completely different yet altogether similar reasons. Jonas loved fighting, it wasn’t too long ago now that Marcy and him had spent an evening together watching some UFC. It wasn’t at all what Marcy was expecting, much more technical and artful. Jonas was enthralled by every strong performance and for every weak one knew exactly what had gone wrong.

Dana on the other hand was a walking fashion icon that could kick your ass from Sunday through to next week in Louboutin heels. Marcy approached her. She made sure to walk closely past Dal, brushing past him and messing his own hair up. When she got to Dana she gave her a small squeeze on the wrist. [color=e03c31]“Hey you little spitfire,”[/color] she said, her eyes practically aglow. [color=e03c31]“How are you?”[/color] Her sincerity a bit of a departure from her regular demeanor.

Rhea nodded at Dal as Marcy fluttered over to the daughter of Ares. [color=20b2aa]“That drive up was fucking killer, I really appreciate you driving me out again.”[/color] Rhea said, a cheerful dancing across her lips. She continued to look around, she saw some familiar faces. Among them, Ariana. Her mind briefly flashed back to a party from first year and foggy, drunken memory but she attempted to look away before making eye contact. Glancing back at Dal she could tell from his general demeanor and energy that his excitement from the year had just hit him or he was planning something. On the drive up Dal was as calm as ever. He had picked Rhea up as they both lived part time in the West Coast. She glanced over at him and now at Marcy who had moved to the Ares kids. She couldn't help but laugh to herself with a bit of nervous energy.

She was rooming with Marcy now. Frankly speaking, every day she entered that room there was a 10% chance Marcy and Dal would be using it. She shuddered and stuffed that thought to the back of her mind. Noting to herself to make an investment in sound-cancelling headphones.

[color=20b2aa]“So, fourth verse same as the first?”[/color] Rhea asked. [color=20b2aa]“Should I expect a ‘study-session’ tonight?”[/color]