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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Niaides Lakeshore
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Mentions:Azura @SamaraJayne96
Emma @Rockette
Rhea @Write
Jonas @HereComesTheSnow}

If a person of a certain bent was to make a visit to the Dance of the Fates casino in Las Vegas, a little distance off the strip, they would find a betting board replete with every day events that could be wagered upon. They would range from the mundane, like who would forget they had orange juice right before brushing their teeth, to who would barge in on the heralding of the apocalypse by doing a bit about Helen Keller.

Dustyn would have been the even-money favorite in that last one, light years ahead of second-place Dane Cook. She paid off on that bet in spades as she stumbled onto the lakeshore, calling out for water. Kelsey knew which water Dustyn wanted, but she played along as best she could given the coven meeting that was taking place. At least Dustyn got the hint once she saw what was happening.

"That's OK, D. Think you distracted 'em long enough ta halt the ritual," she consoled her BFF. Kelsey stood up and opened up the cooler, fishing out a mason jar with clear liquid sloshing around inside. "Guess savin' the world earns ya your shots." She handed the glass to Dustyn as her roommate showed up, a little late to the party but still ever-present.

"Oh, hell. If this is a bring your own, I'm going to have to make a stop."

"Nah, sit ya," Kelsey told Avem. "I can cover tonight." She fished another can of Busch out of the cooler and tossed it to the child of Hera. "Least 'til Dallas gets his ass 'n gear 'n brings down what he's supposed to. Don't worry about it."

With the people starting to show up to the lakeshore, it was only natural that the emo kids would make notice of the party.

“So, what sort of refreshments did you bring? Or do we have to beg for you to share? Also, does anyone know where that tool Relo is? He’s supposed to be hosting the party we’re all waiting for, right?”

Kelsey cocked an eyebrow at Damian requesting some of her hard-earned wares, but at least the Nyx kid knew who was supposed to be providing the libations for the shindig. "Don't ask me. I ain't Dal's handler. Kid barely remembers my dang name half the time." She took a long sip of her own beverage and rummaged in the cooler. She tossed cans towards each of the three early arrivals to the party, not really looking if Emma or Azura were even going to attempt to catch the cans. "Though he better show his fuckin' ass here soon. Didn't truck this booze across two states ta only get two cans outta it!" She turned to Avem and said, "Yeah, this keeps up, ya may have to go for extras."

"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"

Luckily Avem's trip wouldn't be necessary as Dallas and his crew came thundering through the woods, kegs in tow. The Apollo kid acted the part, taking over the beach and setting up shop with the Ares lunkhead trying to get the music going in his truck. Joe ... something. Shit I'm gettin' as bad as fuckin' Dallas. Rhea was heading to the lake, naturally. The other two from earlier weren't present yet, but whatever. Beer was here, which meant Kelsey could stop sharing.

"Bout fuckin' time ya showed up, Sunny Boy," she chided Dallas. "Was startin' ta think the feds had got to ya, made ya plant a fuckin' trap or somethin'. Which, I woulda done worse to ya then some fuckin' fed." Another long sip of Busch hit her mouth. "'Specially if ya made me hand out all my fuckin' beer ta make up for ya. I can't get no more of this shit til spring, ya know. So start spillin' that Rocky Mountain piss and let's do this! Where's the table at?" Worse case they could play pong on the flatbed, but there was no way to bounce on there. Hopefully Dallas had something in mind for entertainment other than shoving Damian in the lake.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Naiades Lakeshore
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Mentions: Avem @Rockette
Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Emma @Rockette}

A grunt rang out into the forest. Not a loud grunt, but a grunt that could be heard by any squirrels in the nearby area. Squirrels that would be running for cover if Kelsey's hands weren't preoccupied with the giant cooler that she was lugging down the trail towards Naiades Lake. She could do it too. Her shining silver composite bow was slung across her back, along with a quiver of arrows. Never know when people would get hungry and require a boar on a spit. It happened once. Some of the more squeamish demigods had to look away, and one of them actually threw up as the accomplished hunter cut into the belly of the boar. That was funny. Silly Cali kids.

Still, the cooler stuffed with 48 cans of Missouri's finest hunting supplies, aka Busch, was heavy, and the trail wasn't as even as she remembered. She had enough strength to carry on by herself, but it was difficult. Kelsey cursed Dallas for making the first party of the year so far away from the cushy new dorm rooms. Away from the fridges with easy storage space for all the cans, especially in the vegetable crispers. Away from the tables where her beer pong dominance could be impressed upon all the newbies and they would know her status as the goddess of the bounce.

She had already taken a couple breaks when she pulled out her phone to ask her cohort where she was.

Dusty D 💛
Where are you? Cooler be heavy as fuck... :(

She didn't get an immediate response so she tucked her phone back in her jean short pocket and carried on down the path. A few seconds later, she did get a buzz on her thigh, so Kelsey took the opportunity to stop.

Dusty D 💛
U would think with all the godly men around SOMEONE would offer to help. Worthless fucks. I am OMW. Do not start anything w/out me!

She giggled as she saw that. She had a point. Avem buggered off...somewhere. She didn't know where. She thought about maybe setting up the table for some action, but that set him back for at least a week. Maybe two.

Dusty D 💛
No promises! I'm almost to the lake and this cooler ain't staying closed once it hits the sand!

Kelsey figured that would get the Dionysus kid down to the lake on the double. Seemed like it with the response.

Dusty D 💛
😠 for every open can I see, you owe me shots

Kelsey smirked.Well I ain't makin' promises on that. Least I planned for it.

Dusty D 💛
Fine. 😝 You can have my dad's shine. As many shots as you desire. Warning, Rick Sykes couldn't see for three days after drinking it.

Dusty D 💛
I DON'T NEED EYES!

Dusty D 💛
Right, so I can be your guide dog? Just get down here, Helen Keller!

The Missouri girl had to sit for a second to regain her composure after that last text. It was things like that what made Dustyn a special friend. The kind she thought she had back home. But the girls on the team never looked at her the same once she first came back from Olympus. They hung out, but it was like the bond forged on the court was already broken. Her and Dustyn were picking up right where they left off before the summer break. It almost made coming to Colorado worth it.

She could smell the moist air ahead now, indicating the lake shore was close. Kelsey pushed on, wanting to get her precious cargo to the promised land so she could kick back and start enjoying. She saw the open clearing and still reflection of sun on water. But as soon as she made her way onto the shore, she could see that there was no Dallas-led party. There didn't seem to be anyone around.

"Fuckin' hell, Dal," Kelsey muttered under her breath. "Make a whole big deal 'bout this fiesta and not got nothin' to show. I'mma tear somethin' off that kid, I..."

Her cursing trailed off as she noticed she wasn't alone on the lake shore. The girl she noticed at the announcement, the new girl. She was here. And of course, she was getting into it with BOTH the emo kids, the night kids that made her cringe knowing that technically, they blew what she could do in the darkness out of the water. Emma seemed all right by herself. She didn't talk much, and no one saw her face, but her accent was Southern enough she couldn't be all bad. Damian though. He always seemed like had some thoughts brewing, and knowing where their bread was buttered, it couldn't be good.

It was unnerving for the child of Artemis in name only. Shit. What the fuck kinda party is this? Fuck, I came down ta get drunk, not sacrifice a goat to some fuckin' demon." It looked like it was a heck of a standoff, whether incidental or not, but Kelsey knew enough of conflict when to keep herself clear of any of that nonsense. I would be the only one to be here to see the damn anti-Christ summoned. Eat a fuckin' Bible, Pastor Lock."

Instead, she did the only thing she thought she could do, at least until this interaction resolved itself. She plopped the cooler down on the sand and pulled out her phone.

Dusty D 💛
Fucking Nyx kids are at the lake, fucking calling demons or the apocalypse or something. The new girl from earlier is with them. C'mon down if you want to see the lake turn into blood.

Text sent, Kelsey pulled one of the beers out of cooler, taking a seat on top and cracking the can as quietly as she could, hoping that a flesh sacrifice wasn't necessary for whatever it was they were planning. At least if they needed a virgin, they were fresh outta luck there.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Ares Colosseum
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Mentions: Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra}

The new roommate was proving tough to resist, Kelsey had to give him that. He was definitely pushing all the right buttons, even with the accent. Offering to do stuff for her, down to party, it was a good start. "You go ahead there, Avem," she said, struggling to get the pronunciation right on the first go. "I gotta talk to my dear friend here right quick, k?"

As Kelsey turned to look to Dustyn, she noticed a girl pestering Hector for something, keeping the Headmaster in the area which would necessitate some code language. "Who the heck is that? She new? Can't be. She's too old to be new. So how come I don't remember seein' her?"

Kelsey shrugged it off and snapped the Dionysus child out of her search. "All right, I'mma go get the 'huntin' supplies' outta the truck. Hope these rooms are big 'nuff for two batches of solid Missouri-grade 'huntin' supplies'." The hunting supplies were the 48 cans of Busch the Missouri girl brought with her from home, giving her and her friend a solid start on any partying that was going to occur tonight. "If Dallas ain't got room, I got a cooler I can bring along, and we'll be set. I know Busch ain't gonna do much to ya, but ya know Dal will provide somethin', whether he knows or not. Anyway, I'mma do that, drag Orlando back here n' we'll get yur stuff. Sound good, D?" Kelsey expected it to sound good, at least with the prospect of free beer.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Chasing for what’s far ahead always yearning
Don’t know why but the beauty I really want
May seem to be awkward to someones eyes

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The rays peaking through the blinds in the window of the beach-adjacent house at the end of Via Los Incas were relentless. Doesn't the sun know it's a Sunday? It could take a break from being so annoyingly peppy. In a queen-sized bed adorned with plush pillows and light linen sheets, nothing was providing respite from the light. So in an act of surrender, the 18-year-old girl rolled out of bed, rubbing her shoulder blade through her t-shirt. It still stung a bit as a reminder of the birthday present she gave herself last month. Didn't sting as much as the remnants of the pity party thrown last night. The sun made sure of that.

Shawna Josi slowly worked her way downstairs, stumbling a bit as she rubbed her head, trying to get it to calm down while she thought about things like food, or beverage, or other necessities. Didn't matter what attention she would attract, not like there was anyone to bother. Her parents were still off on that round-trip world cruise that was their anniversary present to themselves Probably halfway to Burma by now. Lia hadn't been home in months, not since her and Ryan moved into that apartment in Queens last year. Nick? Gone back to Harvard a couple months ago, wanting to get skating practice in on ice that wasn't rendered into slush by the Florida climate.

The teenager looked at the counter, where most of the mixing for last night's pity party happened. It didn't have to go down this way. She could have been a part of the crowd. She could have gone to Homecoming like the rest of the students and participated in some school-sanctioned debauchery. Heck, telling her classmates she had an empty house for the after-party probably would have made her pretty popular. Definitely would have been more fun than getting drunk and high and watching Friends on Netflix for the tenth time.

But she didn't care. Not about that.

What she did care about was that drunk Shawna had completely emptied her stash.

She looked at the counter and saw the Ziploc bag with a few crumbs of leaves left inside. Nowhere near enough to get her through another lonely, lazy Sunday. She walked around and saw the small "water pipe for tobacco" left by the fancy chair, surrounded by what looked to be the emptied six-pack of Smirnoff Ice she was able to get from the uncaring convenience store clerk using Lia's old ID. Ramiro didn't bother checking to see the expiration date of the Florida license was from back when Marco Rubio still had a shot at the presidency. That's why Shawna liked Ramiro.

However, in this recent state she found herself in, no alcohol and no drugs makes Shawna ... something, something. At least, that's what she thought. "Shit, now what am I gonna do?" she mumbled to no one in particular. As most teenagers did, she turned to her phone for answers, particularly to one of the friends she did have. Well, maybe not friend, but someone she definitely a strong economic relationship with.

However, Shawna had no idea what state CJ was in either. She couldn't get a hold of him last night. Otherwise things might have been livened up a little bit. So she had no idea how long it would be, waiting for a response. Or why she threw in that last bit. "Like I'd be worth twenty cents doing that sort of thing..." Her stomach growled in agreement. Or just plain hunger. It was hard to tell.

The teenager looked around the room and saw a mess that she had neglected to clean up for a few days now, and no easy solution to her food problem. "Ugh. Sunlight or actually cooking food?" she pondered aloud. "Which would be worse for me right now?" Another growl settled that question. "Fine, fine. I'll go get food."

She ambled back upstairs as quickly as she could, throwing on a pair of shorts but electing to keep the t-shirt on. Purse acquired, she made her way to the door with a bit more confidence, knowing she was going to get some food. She was sure to grab the Prada sunglasses off the table though. The sun was going to be a tricky foe, but she had weapons against it. "All right, let's go you," Shawna willed herself as she stepped out into the Palm Beach atmosphere, intent on finding food, CJ, or both if she was lucky.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

The Fallen Prodigy

More and more, I am realizing that life is too short to do crap that doesn't make you happy, and we only get one shot at it all. - Lauren Gibbs

Name

Shawna Marie Josi

Nickames

Shawn, Wolfie, Pussycat (even though her last name is pronounced Yo-see)

Age

18, 9/18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Fallen Prodigy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long and Wavy | Was previously kept tied up in a tight ponytail or bun. Now is just worn down, letting the waves flow.
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5'7"
• Body Type: Slim and Unathletic
• Clothing Style: Prior to this year, she favored conservative, long-sleeve shirts and pants or shorts depending on the weather. Now she has changed her style to favor more revealing clothes, running through t-shirts and tank tops, short shorts and skirts, and sandals.
• Makeup Wise: She's a little sloppy considering how late she got into makeup, but she favors a subtle eyeshadow giving the illusion of shimmer, and clear gloss.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both earlobes are pierced. Her 18th birthday present to herself was to sneak out to a tattoo parlor in West Palm Beach to get a black and white outline of a wolf in a moon silhouette on her left shoulder, with the words "Live Free" underneath. She thinks it looks badass.

Personality Traits

Intelligent -> Easygoing -> Kind -> Unsteady -> Laissez-Faire -> Self-Destrutive

Upbringing Synopsis

Shawna was born in Monroe, Wisconsin, the third child to Martin, an engineer specializing in restaurant machinery, and Ramona, a culinary arts teacher at Blackhawk Tech. It looked like a simple food-based existence in America's Dairyland until Martin connected on a $236 million Powerball ticket in 2004. Flush with cash for the first time, the Josis packed up and headed south, settling in Palm Beach where Ramona opened a specialty bake shop known for its decadent chocolate fillings, while Martin found a job with a local tech firm.

Shawna was two when the family moved so she has no recollection of her roots in Wisconsin, but she did show the same advanced intelligence at a young age that became common in the family. She blitzed through the lower grades, much as her older siblings did, showing great aptitude for whatever subject her teachers challenged her with. However, as she grew older, it became more of a strain for her to try and keep up with the advanced coursework, especially with her older siblings setting the Ivy League on fire.

In her junior year, it came to a head during her Pre-Calculus final. As she sat in the gymnasium, trying to work out the various equations, it just ceased to click in her mind. As the final bell rang, she bolted from her desk and out onto the beach where she stood, screaming in vain at the ocean in frustration. Then, a moment of clarity came. Why was she doing all this? What was the point if she wasn't enjoying life, enjoying the riches her family had gained? Why should she keep this up?

Shawna spent her summer doing absolutely nothing, paying lip service to the college prep courses her parents were convinced she would still need, as if the 34 on the Pre-Calc final was just a blip on the radar. She would disappear for days at a time, telling her parents she was going to various camps to study, when in reality she was trying to shake the image of a nerd in the high-school scene she avoided for years. She is still trying, not sure she is succeeding, but definitely enjoying cramming coolers in her mouth more than cramming facts about Planck's Constant into her brain.

Family

Father - Martin Josi - 49 - Engineer - FC: Christoph Waltz
Mother - Ramona Josi - 43 - Cake Shop Entrepreneur - FC: Diane Kruger
Older Sister - Lia Ellis (neé Josi) - 25 - Phd. Student at Columbia - FC: Noémie Schmidt
Older Brother - Nick Josi - 21 - Senior at Harvard - FC: Nico Hischier

Misc.

Current song describing her philosophy: Taska Black - Losing Our Minds (f. Nevve)

Taylor Hill | Swiss Red: E81B00

Relations Sheet (Complete!)

{"Does anyone here really know me? Outside of a couple of people? I mean, how can anyone really know me when I don't even know me anymore? It's all just a haze now. I'd write this down, but who'd read it?"}
⚜ Acquaintances ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies

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☯ ☯ Ryland Aspen ☯ ☯
"I have no clue who this guy is. I mean, Ariel vouches for him, so he has to be cool at something, but I got nothing."
Given that Ryland is a recently returning Floridian, Shawna had no reason to associate with him before, and no chance to associate with him after. Anything she does know comes second-hand from Ariel, who says he is a good guy. So, benefit of the doubt?

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☯§ ☯§ Marisol Castillo §☯ §☯
"Dude, that girl is fierce. Like super fierce. Fierce enough I don't want her going Street Fighter on my Audi."
There hasn't been much interaction with Marisol. Only heresay and more second-hand talk. Mostly, Shawna knows Marisol as the woman who Chun-Li'd the heck out of a car. Ariel has given her some more info, and it sounds like there is a legitimate chance they could be friends. Shawna definitely respects the hell out of someone who can project that kind of fear. Just hopefully not at her.

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☯ ☯ Archer Diedrikson ☯ ☯
"I think I remember him from the library days. He probably would have been friends with the old me... if either of us actually said words back then..."
Archer and Shawna actually did have some interactions before Shawna's breakdown given that they both spent a lot of time in the library. However, it didn't evolve past simple nods as both had their heads buried in their respective books. Since renouncing the nerd lifestyle, Shawna saw him less, but Archer is another person in Ariel's circle so there is a chance to evolve past that. Maybe they can write something now that Shawna has more life experience.

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⚜ ⚜ Sonny Drake Jr. ⚜ ⚜
"He is a dumbass. I don't know if he's still a dumbass, but come on. That wrestler ain't changing his... speedo? I don't know what they wear."
Back in the day when her brain was still a pinnacle of efficiency, Shawna made a little extra spending cash by offering tutoring services to other kids. Sonny was one of those kids. It did not go well. Sonny spent more time talking about wrestling mats than writing and math. Eventually, she gave up. Ariel says that he hasn't really changed. Good to know.

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⚜ ⚜ Santiago Fernandez ⚜ ⚜
"Never did me wrong when I had to go to him. Of course, now he has a kid on the way, so I may have to find another pill hook-up."
Despite his reputation around campus, Shawna did approach him a couple times during the summer. When Carter was out of town, Santiago was the next best option with his selection of pills. Shawna usually hit him up for Xanax, but it tapered off lately with the other things going on. Seems Santiago had other stuff going on as well, given the announcement at Halloween. They can't all be smart.

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☯ ☯ Georgie Fielders ☯ ☯
"I mean, she's pretty... wow, ok, yeah, I'll stick with that. I have no idea anything about her though."
They are from completely different realms of the school hierarchy, so there's been no reason for Shawna to get to know Georgie other than some glances in the hallway that just confirmed some self-perceptions for Shawna that seemed obvious now. Maybe they will talk someday.

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§ § April Foster § §
"Congrats to the mom-to-be, I guess. Hope she has a fruitful career on MTV. Good luck driving a minivan like Baby Driver."
April was known for her need for speed, and Shawna wasn't exactly a fan. She narrowly missed being clipped once in the parking lot by someone she was sure was April. No one else drove that recklessly. Or had sex that recklessly either, given her Halloween announcement. Whatever. Enjoy living in WPB with the poop machine.

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☯ ☯ Jasper Fray ☯ ☯
"Fuck, I dunno. Dude is a fucking goth ghost. Plus, I'm pretty sure this is a made-up name. Who names their kid Jasper?"
Shawna's interactions with Jasper involve a couple quick glances and then a turn away. She was never a fan of the goths. Punk? Punk, she could get behind. Goth? Too much sadness to have to deal with. No idea if he's anything behind the eyeliner and black jackets.

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§ § Jack Goff § §
"Never talked to him, but I don't think I have to. Freaking jocks think they own the school. Assholes."
There might not be two circles more diametrically opposed than jocks and nerds, and given her recent status, Shawna has no love for the jocks. It might just be guilt by association given what a jock did to her recently, but Jack hasn't done anything to disprove that notion.

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♫ ♫ Ariel Grey ♫ ♫
"She has been a big plus. I think it's nice to know I have someone who has my back in a fight for sure. I'll be the angel that fuels her rage and she can be the devil that knows how to keep me calm. There's poetry there."
It's been a fast friendship between the two girls, but it's a surprisingly strong one. With the support they provided each other during the Halloween party, there was almost a symbiotic relationship formed. Plus, Ariel was a good drinking buddy. In all seriousness, Ariel confirmed for Shawna that putting herself out there was a good strategy, if only to be able to make connections with people that didn't want to hang out with her for cheap homework answers. Shawna will defend Ariel to the full extent, and if Kavi fucks up again, Shawna knows how to get destructive now.

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♫♥ ♫♥ Sunshine Hollingsworth ♥♫ ♥♫
"She's my best friend here. Seems almost weird given she just got here from LA, but she's become so vital to me and if you told me last year, I would be so close with a Cali girl like this, I'd say you were smoking... well, some of Carter's good shit, I guess."
Given Kellie's departure, Sunshine has been a rock for Shawna. Ever since she randomly sat down at her lunch table, the bond has been strong, and grown even stronger as the weather grew colder. It was Sunshine who kept Shawna from a cripplingly lonely holiday break, it was Sunshine that helped her forget about everything and even get a little bit of family time that Shawna had no hope in having, and it just might be Sunshine who can restore Shawna to a pre-breakdown state of contentment with life. OR you know, they can just get drunk and laugh at people. Who's to say? Whatever it is, there is something there. The holiday break made that clear.

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☯ ☯ Stella Lambert ☯ ☯
"Think I remember seeing her at a couple of parties during the summer. Tough to say. There were a lot of drugs kicking around."
As a fellow "rich girl who is going after the drugs to cope with a bunch of stuff," Shawna felt a certain kinship with Stella. However, there was never really an opportunity to bond over vodka and weed, as Shawna was just spreading her wings into that world and felt a little nervous about going up to someone was in so many of her classes before.

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§ § Sawyer Lockwood § §
"Sawyer was cool, before he quit the drugs. I mean, how could I quit what I was just figuring out? He's gotta chill."
Sawyer was one of the first people Shawna met when introducing herself to the seedier side of Palm Beach, but when Sawyer quit going to the parties, she figured that was the end of it. However, because he was friends with Kellie, he saw her when she was doing her best to be sober around her, and there was hope that maybe she had found the same solution he had. If only he knew what the breakup did to that pathway.

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☯ ☯ Julie MacMillan ☯ ☯
"She seems way too focused on living online to be any kind of fun to hang out with. Freaking queen she is."
Given that most of Shawna's interactions with Julie have come in the form of looking at the photos she posted on Instagram, now that Shawna actually has bothered to join the social media world, it doesn't paint a great picture in her eyes. A lot of fashion, and that whole crowning in front of the entire school. Shawna didn't need all that. It's just meh. She'll reserve judgement until actually talking to her at some point.

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☯ ☯ Chanel Martin ☯ ☯
"She's smart. Smarter than a lot of people give her credit for. Too bad she never talked to me back when I was smart."
Shawna and Chanel were in a couple of advanced classes in previous semesters, so there was an awareness of existence there. But the two never really talked aside from class discussions and then of course, when Shawna's desire for academic success fell off a table, so too did any semblance of an acquaintance. Seeing her at Halloween was the first interaction in months.

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☮ ☮ Chris McCoy ☮ ☮
"Chris is a sweet girl, and I definitely know the pain she's been going through... in a way... anyway, happy to help her work through things."
Shawna and Chris first met through the school's theatrical productions. Shawna would help write treatments to make the material more palatable for teenagers, and while working on it, the two bonded over a shared affection for Jane Austen novels. Now they are bonding over different sensibilities. Given Shawna was already spiraling, it was nice to have someone along for the ride, and Chris provided the premium ice cream.

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☯ ☯ Nicole Milano ☯ ☯
"She's a cheerleader, and so is Sunshine, so I guess she's a good enough person. Dunno shit about her though."
When it comes to Nicole, Shawna is in the dark on what kind of dangerous woman she could be. Probably not that dangerous, but she's not calling her an angel. Over and over again, Shawna sees Nicole out there with Sunshine, and while she doesn't have a problem with the girl singing the popular song, she's not gonna stop breathin' without Nicole's love attention. Maybe there is a friendship there, but until then, it's thank u, next.

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§☯ §☯ Ariana Mossos ☯§ ☯§
"The girl is a power bitch. I mean that in the nicest way, but from what I heard, girl's been around."
All Shawna knows of Ariana is hearsay and legends. Legends like Ariana had seduced more jocks than a cooler of Bud Light and a bonfire, and that her powers weren't limited to high school boys. Honestly, a girl like that might be even crazier than Shawna has the space for, but hey, she's got her own thing going.

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☮ ☮ Carter Newton Jr. ☮ ☮
"Carter! My favorite hook-up! I don't mean sex! No, no... no... but dude gets the good shit. Hasn't let me down."
While not really known to each other prior to the Pre-Calc crisis, Shawna and Carter became very good friends during Shawna's descent. Carter became an indispensable friend and one of the most frequently texted numbers in Shawna's phone. Mostly because Shawna was going through weed and other drugs like a Canadian going through ice chips on South Beach. But still, they talk about other things, so that's a solid relationship, right?

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♥ ♥ Kellie Anne Nicholson ♥ ♥
"I miss her. Not gonna lie. So many memories. So many firsts. It was a roller coaster sometimes, but fuck, I still love her."
Even though she was dragged back to the Silicon Valley, the mark Kellie Anne left on Shawna's life is indelible. Unforgettable. The dancer claimed so many firsts in Shawna's life and truly convinced her that she was anything but straight. All through the power of cupcakes. Even though there's now 3,000 miles between them, and even though it seems like the two just weren't destined to be, she will always have a special place in Shawna's heart. Plus, that flexibility was eye-opening.

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☠ ☠ Kavi Salvador ☠ ☠
"Dude had all that shit coming to him. How can you cheat on a freaking sweetheart like Ariel? Dude deserved to have more than his Playstation smashed."
In all fairness, the sparse interactions Shawna and Kavi have had in the past were cordial. She was surprised she knew him at all, really. But wow, the party was a wake-up call. Shawna is firmly Team Ariel and she wants nothing to do with Kavi since he is a cheating jackass who hooked up with Danica Patrick Lite and deserves all the pain that Ariel wants to give him.

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☯ ☯ Kavan Varma ☯ ☯
"Ariel tells me Kavan can write. I would love to see it. I wonder if he collabs with Archer? That would make some sense."
Another one of Ariel's friends who Shawna has little to no knowledge of. Based on what she knows, Shawna has no reason to believe that her and Kavan couldn't enjoy some good conversations about the art of writing. If Shawna even remembers her process.

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☠ ☠ Max Wallenberg ☠ ☠
"Fuck. Max. Fuck that lacrosse-playing douchebag. Fuck him and his smug-ass face, and his stupid muscles and... just fuck him."
There are bonds that are forged over the sharing of baked goods, and bonds sealed in icing can not be broken. There was a hate pact made over red velvet treats, and that pact will not be broken. Not for what he did to Kellie, and continued to do to Kellie. Millie may get the blame, but Shawna is convinced Max did something and that's why her cupcake had to split. Plus, he's a smug jock with an insane sense of self-entitlement. Fuck that dude.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

All right, here we go.

The Fallen Prodigy

More and more, I am realizing that life is too short to do crap that doesn't make you happy, and we only get one shot at it all. - Lauren Gibbs

Name

Shawna Marie Josi

Nickames

Shawn, Pussycat (even though her last name is pronounced Yo-see)

Age

18, 9/18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Fallen Prodigy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long and Wavy | Was previously kept tied up in a tight ponytail or bun. Now is just worn down, letting the waves flow.
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5'7"
• Body Type: Slim and Unathletic
• Clothing Style: Prior to this year, she favored conservative, long-sleeve shirts and pants or shorts depending on the weather. Now she has changed her style to favor more revealing clothes, running through t-shirts and tank tops, short shorts and skirts, and sandals.
• Makeup Wise: She's a little sloppy considering how late she got into makeup, but she favors a subtle eyeshadow giving the illusion of shimmer, and clear gloss.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both earlobes are pierced. Her 18th birthday present to herself was to sneak out to a tattoo parlor in West Palm Beach and get a black and white outline of a wolf in a moon silhouette on her left shoulder, with the words "Live Free" underneath. She thinks it looks badass.

Personality Traits

Intelligent -> Easygoing -> Kind -> Unsteady -> Laissez-Faire -> Self-Destrutive

Upbringing Synopsis

Shawna was born in Monroe, Wisconsin, the third child to Martin, an engineer specializing in restaurant machinery, and Ramona, a culinary arts teacher at Blackhawk Tech. It looked like a simple food-based existence in America's Dairyland until Martin connected on a $236 million Powerball ticket in 2004. Flush with cash for the first time, the Josis packed up and headed south, settling in Palm Beach where Ramona opened a specialty bake shop known for its decadent chocolate fillings, while Martin found a job with a local tech firm.

Shawna was two when the family moved so she has no recollection of her roots in Wisconsin, but she did show the same advanced intelligence at a young age that became common in the family. She blitzed through the lower grades, much as her older siblings did, showing great aptitude for whatever subject her teachers challenged her with. However, as she grew older, it became more of a strain for her to try and keep up with the advanced coursework, especially with her older siblings setting the Ivy League on fire.

In her junior year, it came to a head during her Pre-Calculus final. As she sat in the gymnasium, trying to work out the various equations, it just ceased to click in her mind. As the final bell rang, she bolted from her desk and out onto the beach where she stood, screaming in vain at the ocean in frustration. Then, a moment of clarity came. Why was she doing all this? What was the point if she wasn't enjoying life, enjoying the riches her family had gained? Why should she keep this up?

Shawna spent her summer doing absolutely nothing, paying lip service to the college prep courses her parents were convinced she would still need, as if the 34 on the Pre-Calc final was just a blip on the radar. She would disappear for days at a time, telling her parents she was going to various camps to study, when in reality she was trying to shake the image of a nerd in the high-school scene she avoided for years. She is still trying, not sure she is succeeding, but definitely enjoying cramming coolers in her mouth more than cramming facts about Planck's Constant into her brain.

Family

Father - Martin Josi - 49 - Engineer - FC: Christoph Waltz
Mother - Ramona Josi - 43 - Cake Shop Entrepreneur - FC: Diane Kruger
Older Sister - Lia Ellis (neé Josi) - 25 - Phd. Student at Columbia - FC: Noémie Schmidt
Older Brother - Nick Josi - 21 - Senior at Harvard - FC: Nico Hischier

Misc.

Current song describing her philosophy: Taska Black - Losing Our Minds (f. Nevve)

Taylor Hill| Swiss Red: E81B00

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@NeoAC I fucking looked

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Why you do this?!?

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."