[hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2LahTuv.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/Sfqa5Yr.png[/img] [h3][color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte II[/color] & [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color][/h3][/center] [sub]Interactions: [@HereComesTheSnow], [@Crimson Flame] [@Plank Sinatra] [@Krayzikk][/sub] [hr][hr] It was difficult to acknowledge when a bit hadn’t worked. As a lover of all things dramatic, this was chiefly true for Marcy. Marcella Bonaparte’s acting career began at the tender age of 8. She played Stella in Streetcar, it was a big part for such a small child, but the reviews spoke for themselves. The show was lauded, she was offered roles in Hollywood blockbusters and Bollywood musicals. But she gave it up for the real prize. Ending on top. Marcy’s rule when it came to acting? Never abandon a scene. But, Marcy looked at Dallas for a moment, and nodded. [color=e03c31]“Fair enough,”[/color] she added to the gesture. She sat beside the son of Apollo, watching his gaze turn from angry to mournful as the croissant hit fine china. She slid the confectionery back towards him, shooting him an unconfident grin. [color=e03c31]“Ah, Beau! Oui! It’s wonderful to meet you.”[/color] Marcy reached out towards the son of Aphrodite, allowing him to kiss her hand. [color=e03c31]“Of course, I’ve heard far and wide of Mr. DeRose.”[/color] Marcy offered him a smile she usually reserved for the damned and a sly wink. She could’ve sworn for a moment the room heated up. Her gaze returned to her side, to Dallas, he looked… Okay? [color=e03c31]“I apologize for the theatrics, but, well, I can’t help myself sometimes.”[/color] Marcy turned, prying her gaze from Dallas. But even when she looked at Beau, her mind wandered back to Dal. He was on edge, to put it lightly. She assumed, because of the reaming out from the headmasters. She feigned laughter with Beau, taking the opportunity to scan the son of Apollo once more. She saw the croissant looked as though it had been choked, the residue chalking the sides of his fingers. She could see his clenched jaw and the bite marks on his lower lip. The tension in his shoulders as they barely moved between breaths. She gently covered his free hand with her own. [color=e03c31]“Crazy night last night,”[/color] she started, her eyes belying the casual tone she carried and concern speckled across her expression. [color=e03c31]“You holding up alright?”[/color] [hr][hr] Rhea rubbed the back of her head at Jonas’ comment. [color=20b2aa]“I know, I’m not trying to fight your battles it just pisses me off,”[/color] she spat. [color=20b2aa]“Either way, I’ve got your back coach. If they try to kick any of you out of here, they’ll be kicking me out too.”[/color] She wasn’t quite as quick as Bekah, Marcy, or Dal – but Rhea knew when someone wasn’t saying everything on their mind. She was getting that feeling from Jonas. She couldn't quite pin down whether it was suppressed anger, some concern he was currently tracking or if he was altering her training regimen on the fly while cooking. But whatever it was there was something he was thinking that he didn't want to share. [color=20b2aa]“I get the idea of their lazy form of justice, though. I don’t agree with it but I’ve seen it a hundred times before. My brothers-“[/color] Rhea winced at the memory and offered a weak smile in the place of the words she had started. She saw Jonas’ gaze scan over to her as he took a deep breath. She braced herself to suffer questioning when the door opened behind them. [color=cadetblue]"Morning,"[/color] Rhea returned Bekah’s smile and nodded at Dana. [color=ed1c24]"Yo,"[/color] the conversation was between perhaps to two most utilitarian of their small posse. But their few words carried the weight of a won battle, there was an air of victory. [color=cadetblue]"What's for breakfast, Highwind? And is there coffee?"[/color] [color=ed1c24]"No coffee, didn't bring a machine and if Dal did, he didn't unpack it. Sorry. But forget that, what I've got [i]here[/i],"[/color] he paused for dramatic tension. Thus, he began the final steps. Rhea warmly greeted the two demigoddesses with kind and tired eyes as they took their seats. Jonas made it look both casual, and artful as he topped his creation in beautiful goldenrod sauce and ocher flakes. The smell of the bacon that lay guarded beneath the ivory towers found gentle interplay with the light spicing. [color=ed1c24]"Enjoy. You've earned it." [/color] Rhea was quick to help herself, getting everything she needed onto a plate before locating her fork and digging in. She delicately and with great precision forced her fork through the soft exterior of the egg, allowing the yolk to tumble down the muffin and begin to pool onto the plate. She scooped up a forkful of egg, bacon and muffin and lifted it to her mouth. She was transported back to Early July, 2007. She was sitting in a crammed movie theatre with her family, watching that Disney, no, Pixar? Dreamworks? The movie with the fuckin’ rat that came every time he ate. The scene where he eats some cheese off the fuckin’ dirt and like- Fireworks happen? It didn’t matter the eggs kicked ass and Jonas was a fantastic chef. [color=20b2aa]“Anyway,”[/color] Rhea forced words through the food. [color=20b2aa]“I had a few things I wanted to go over with you for training. I was kind of slow until I got in the water.”[/color] She swallowed hard, even she couldn’t contain the smile the eggs brought. [color=20b2aa]“But that can wait for later.”[/color] She turned to Bekah. [color=20b2aa]“I don’t mean to sound patronizing, but I hadn’t seen you in action in a while. You’re stronger that I recalled, we should try and fit some sparring in at some point.”[/color] Rhea scarfed down some more egg, trying but failing to go slow and savour it. [color=20b2aa]“If you want.”[/color] [color=20b2aa]“You too Dana.”[/color] Rhea’s fork rested against the edge of the plate. [color=20b2aa]“Everyone looked like they were in great form, even Marcy.”[/color] A hint of surprise peppered Rhea’s voice, though it was mostly meant in jest. [color=20b2aa]“I’ve still got a lot to learn and this school isn’t teaching me shit – so thank the gods I’ve got you guys.”[/color]