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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Ares Colosseum
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette}

Kelsey returned the kissing noise to Dustyn as the Dionysus child continued to work on her new roommate and solicit busboy services for herself. "You mean Frankie was able to carry more than just you over the Rockies? Gotta say, I might hafta start chargin' for my services, cause 'parently I work miracles." She wasn't sure if Dustyn heard that, since the Utah resident was scanning the crowd, likely looking for her own roommate. "Mormon Jesus can eat his fuckin' heart out."

She turned back to Avem, trying to get a read on him. He seemed bemused by the interactions he was getting from the two of them, but at least he didn't look like he just smelled a dead skunk. So if there was a stick up his ass, he wasn't showing it immediately. "Anywho, if you wanna get movin' this, I'm all for it. Sooner we get this shit inta the place, sooner we can start gettin' ready for tonight. Based on some of the names I do know on this roster, there's gonna be some partyin' goin' on. Guaran-damn-teed."

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

The rise of the sun always left streaks across the bedroom. The windows of the 28th-floor penthouse were tilted in such a way that it almost had a prism effect in the morning, scattering rainbows on the beige walls and giving the giant dragon on the tapestry a multi-colored mustache. They used to be a symbol of love. A symbol of the things the woman in the bed thought were still good and honorable in this life. Now, they were just a reminder of how fleeting things could be. They had been that way for a couple months now.

The woman was tempted remain in her silken cocoon for just a little while longer, but the buzzing of her phone indicated that there was business to attend to. She slowly kicked off the bold red covers and ambled to the walk-in closet. She debated making her caller wait the appropriate two hours necessary for her to get completely ready for the day, but it was a close friend. There was no need. She cast off her pyjamas and quickly grabbed a pair of grey shorts and a red tank top, throwing it over herself without a thought. Moving to the master bathroom, a quick rinse of her face and a scrunchie twist left her ready to face her caller. At least as ready as she wanted. Good timing too, because the elevator moved fast in this building.

Shandra Zhao stepped out towards the expansive living room that offered another stellar view of New York City. At least, the part that could be seen without the larger skyscrapers blocking the view. Still, the development on this site had gone well. Condos were starting to fill up, giving more cover to the true activities that JinXiong Holdings was really involved with. This would make a fifth building that would be bringing in cash, and a fifth building to offer the cover she needed for now.

The doorbell buzzed and a quick check of the security camera footage on her phone confirmed the identity of her visitor. She pressed a button. granting entry to a man in his late 20s wearing a well-tailored black pinstripe suit and a red and gold striped tie who walked in. His black hair was slicked back and he adjusted an Apple Watch on his wrist as he entered.

"Well shit, Matt. If I had known you were going to go full corporate on me this morning, I would have at least put on a bra," Shandra commented as she sat on her chaise lounge. "Taking this role a little too seriously, huh?"

Haibin Fa, or Matt to his friends and colleagues, took a seat opposite his more dressed-down boss. "Hey, you are the one who appointed me to this position. I intend to take it as seriously as it needs to be."

"Pfft. Yeah, I believe that."

Matt shrugged and leaned back. "Well of course you aren't going to believe that, but that doesn't mean the rest of the triad won't. Give me something here, Shan."

Matt's boss waved him off. "All right, all right, all right. You are doing a good job looking the part. And acting the part, I guess. Where's your sister at?"

The man sighed. "No clue. Mel went out around 10 pm and all I got after that was a snapchat message this morning of her, a Puerto Rican man and what looked to be a mechanical bull."

Shandra laughed. "That's my girl. Probably doing a better job gathering information than you are." The woman stood back up. "I'm going to make a smoothie. You want one?"

Matt straightened his tie. "No thanks, I ate. Plus I don't want blueberry juice on this suit."

Shandra shrugged and headed toward the gleaming metallic kitchen, intent on pulling the ninja blender out of the shadows and onto the island. She started rummaging in the fridge for various ingredients. "So I assume since you are waking me this early, you have good news to bring me? I mean, you didn't have the courtesy to bring breakfast, so it has to be something important, right? Something that could not have just been texted to me?"

Matt cleared his throat. "Yes, well, it is rather important. Maybe not to your immediate goal, but at the very least it should help potentially clear out some brush."

Shandra dumped a banana and some chocolate soy milk into the blender, and moved towards the peanut butter. "I'm listening."

The young man pulled a card out of his suit pocket and continued. "Well, this came yesterday at our Alphabet City front. It's an invitation to the Silk Petal's grand reopening."

The glob of peanut butter fell off the spoon and into the murky drink. "The Bustamantes' casino? They actually finished that thing? I thought my dad put enough red tape on it that it would take another few years? I think he did it just because he hated the name."

Matt shook his head. "Not enough it would seem. Diabla has everything set and ready to go, and it looks like the invitations are going out across the underworld. The heads of all five families are expected to be there, and that includes you."

Shandra slammed her hands on the table. "Well shit. Tell the money crews in Edison and Atlantic City that revenue may be down until we get this sorted out. She really got everything squared away, huh? Shit! That's supposed to be our racket." She uttered some unintelligible curses in Mandarin and tossed the soy milk back in the fridge. "So why is she having the other families over for this? Just to gloat? Rub it in my face that she got her crown jewel back up and running?"

"I don't know why Catalina is throwing this party," Matt admitted. "But I do know that if you want to try and pump some information out of the other families as to what happened to your father, this is a golden opportunity to do so. You will have a shot at Catalina. You will have a shot at the Irish, the Russians, the Italians, you can cover a lot of ground in one night if you go to this thing. So if you want to... must you run that blender while I am talking?!?"

Shandra mouthed she couldn't hear Matt as the blender whirred to life. It didn't take long for the ninja to do its work, and she soon was pouring out a PB Banana smoothie into a tall mug. "Yeah, I don't want to be thinking too hard on an empty stomach. She walked back over to the living room area and sat back down on the couch. "So what you are saying is, the benefits outweigh me having to make nice to Catalina. Especially in a setting with a lot of people where no funny business can be tried."

Matt nodded. "Not only that, word on the street is that you are running scared after what happened to Sonny. Making an appearance at a place like this, in the full Shimmering Dragon attire that you are known for, will be a good show of strength. Let the other families know that not only is what happened to Sonny not going to affect Triad business, it will make it more efficient, more ruthless and more powerful than ever before."

A tear almost fell into Shandra's smoothie as she heard Matt's speech. "This is why I like you, Matt. You're always good at making sense sound like a blockbuster." She sighed and set the breakfast down on the coffee table. "I am getting really tired of going to a different apartment every night. It is no way to run a business." She leaned back. "All right, I will do it. When is the party?"

Matt rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, that's the thing. Because you've been on the move so much, it appears that the invitation get to us with much time..."

"Spit it out, Matt."

"It's tonight."

Shandra rolled her eyes. "Fucking seriously?" She sighed. "Fine. Tell Mei-Lin I'll be by the compound in a couple hours to start preparing. Have Gary and Fan there and tell them this needs to go all out. If I'm going to try and upstage Diabla at her own event, I need to be a fucking knockout. And then maybe we can get down to some real business talk. Because when I find out which one of those assholes did my father wrong like that, heads are going to fucking roll."

Matt nodded. "Understood."

"And I want you there with me. And Melanie. Tell her she's got bigger parties to go to tonight. And if things go well, then we can celebrate later." Shandra winked as if Matt needed any explanation to what that meant.

"Consider it done."

"Good." The smoothie found its way back towards Shandra's mouth. "Now let me drink my smoothie in peace." Matt nodded and headed towards the door, departing and leaving the head of the Golden Dragon Triad alone in her latest temporary dwelling.

"Fuck, this had better be worth it."

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@CaptainSully Surely he would be used to the awkward by now. I mean, it's been a solid four years already. Otherwise, this is gonna feel a lot like kickin' a puppy or somethin'.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Good. I was worried all this venom Kelsey has stored up for @CaptainSully's character would be for nothin'.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Ares Colosseum
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Mentions: Cecily @HaleyTheRandom}

A right hand to the mouth wasn't doing much to stifle the laughter from Dustyn's story of her experience on the other side of an exorcism, but Kelsey was trying her best not to just break out in guffaws. She swore sometimes that the Las Vegas native got the power of storytelling from the gods, because there were few people on campus who could spin yarns like Dustyn. It brought her back to days at home, listening to all her dad's huntin' boys try to one-up each other with tales of cougar attacks and 12-point bucks that got away.

Dustyn confirmed that sadly they would not be rooming together and instead she had a "Cecily D." The name sounded vaguely familiar to Kelsey, possibly another fixture at the parties, but she couldn't be sure without a face. She still had no idea who this Avem person she was supposed to be rooming with was, and there wasn't even an inkling until a voice from behind them chimed in,

"Excuse me, ladies."

A taller, older, far more hipster-y man that kind of reminded Kelsey of some of those guys who were definitely too old for high school but hung around the Bulldogs' gym anyway came up to the two women. He looked like if Orlando Bloom suddenly went for the Matthew McConaghey aesthetic. But he talked like a Dracula. Or a mobster. Or someone else who definitely wasn't American.

Dustyn didn't seem put off by the man, but then it was very hard to put Dustyn off her game at any time. Kelsey giggled at Dustyn's initial remark.

"I'm Dustyn and this hot piece of ass is Kelsey. Who did you get paired with?"

Kelsey used that hot piece of ass to subtly bump Dustyn for the advertisement. Dustyn had the right to say that, but the stranger didn't have the right to know just what a hot piece of ass she was.

She retook her position standing beside Dustyn, skeptical look on her face. "Whelp, if he's comin' up to us, and I'm guessin' his name ain't Cecily, fuckin' three to one odds says he's gonna be.... Ah-vem? Eh-vam? A...the guy who I'm prob'ly fuckin' stuck roomin' with durin' this experiment?"

Kelsey's thoughts were confirmed when the man opened his mouth. "I'm here to actually meet her," She could see the man casually give her a look up and down, as if appraising her. "Dang it, Dust. Told ya not ta be sellin' my ass up like that."

"Avem Vogel." "That's how he pronounces it? Wouldn'a got that." "I've already moved into the apartment, perks of living here pretty much. But, if you want, I can help you move your things in too."

Kelsey looked to Dustyn and then back to the man offering free busboy service. "I mean, I ain't gonna say no to someone doin' shit for me. I gotta get some of my other shit out of the truck anyway. Didn't feel right takin' it out yet. So I guess I can get that, if you got this. And I know ya ain't gonna run off with it, cause if ya do, I will hunt ya down like a fuckin' cougar on a two-legged rabbit, ya hear?"

Posturing was important in the Marston family, and Kelsey wasn't about to lose face with her first impression. This guy may not be an Artemis kid, but she was determined to show she wouldn't be some hoidy-toidy damsel in need of chivalry. Much as it was appreciated.

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

It's pretty late here, so I'm posting this to prove it is being worked upon, and I will continue doing so when it isn't past 2:30AM.

赵珊珊

"Through the fire and the flames, we carry on."

-Sam Totman

Back to the basics

Name

Zhao Shanshan, aka Shandra Zhao

What I go by

The Final Boss or The Glittering Dragon

Age

31

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Birth Date:

February 21

Title

I’m the Boss, loyal and faithful to Golden Dragon Triad

The Reflection in the Mirror


Height

5’4

Weight

110 Pounds

Eye Color

Brown

Hair Color

Dark Brown

Ethnicity

Asian

Physical Appearance

While not cutting an imposing figure, Shandra didn't get her nicknames for nothing. Her relatively tiny frame is kept in impeccable shape due to the martial arts training she underwent on a near-daily basis as a child. It makes her incredibly difficult to deal with if someone gets on her bad side. Her hair is usually worn down, but when she gets the scrunchie out, someone needs to start running, because it means someone is getting at the very least a solid ass-kicking.

Attire

Shandra favors overt displays of her wealth when out and about. Wealth conveys power, and the Chinese-American woman flaunts what she has with luxurious furs and displays of jewelry that created her secondary nickname. Her favorite outfit is a blood-red cheongsam worn with a necklace of rubies and bracelets to match.

However, in private, she will shun most of the fancy clothes for typical American fare: jeans, leggings, t-shirts, stuff she can train in and not care how sweaty it gets. Only a privileged few usually get to see her in such a state.

Weaponry & Skills

Standard Choice of Weapon

While her father didn't use weapons, Shandra is not making that same mistake. She has basic training in most guns and knives, but her favorite weapon is a Jian sword imported from her ancestral home. It was said to be over 100 years old and to have tasted blood in the Boxer Rebellion. Shandra likes it for its aesthetic value and it is well known that once the sword comes out, someone dies.

Skills

The head of the Golden Dragon Triad makes up for her relative youth with wisdom beyond her years. Her father trained her early to be studious, and she absorbed a lot of knowledge of the world around her. She also served as a gatekeeper to her father since she was old enough to legally drink, so she is well versed with the diplomacy skills necessary to keep a criminal enterprise running smoothly. Also, she's pretty good with that sword.

Strengths

- A wealth of knowledge and ability to communicate in English, Spanish, Russian and Mandarin.

- Solid enough with most weapons that she can survive most fights.

- Able to use soft power very effectively in order to curry favors from the folks at City Hall.

Weaknesses

- While she is strong, she can be easily overpowered if someone big gets in close.

- May be a little obsessed with finding out who killed her father.

Things I waste my Time With

Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

What I’m Really Like

All About My Past

My Blood

Relationships

Sonny Zhao - Father (Deceased)

_{Victoria Song | BF1D1D}

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

Sorry. Misposted for now.

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

@TheWildBunnii I'm also gonna be late. TBH, I didn't see the deadline, that's my bad. I'll have my Triad Queen up and running hopefully this weekend.