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                     she already looks like a walking accident waiting to happen , what with a far too large cork board under one arm , two small potted hydrangeas situated precariously against her hip , supported by the crook of her elbow . to balance it out, she’s got a bag ( far too large for a woman as petite as she is ) dangerously close to slipping off of her shoulder and ruining the whole operation ( or , trek to her car ) .  the moment she stops to take a breath , the pollen rears its ugly head and josie sneezes:  once , twice , and  - -

                                                               NOTHING. 

            jocelyn shakes her head , laughing lightly at her own state , and again at the fact that she’s situated herself in the middle of frequently walked sidewalk, entirely disrupting the flow of traffic because of allergies. she wrinkles her nose several times , as if trying to provoke a sneeze.               ❝ they usually come in threes ,  so i’m just gonna wait it out here for a second… ❞

 HE’S  MINDING  HIS  OWN  BUSINESS  ,  for  the  most  part  ,  trailing  along  the  streets  on  his  way  back  to  his  apartment  after  getting  some  coffee.  he’s  tired  ,  thought  he’s  not  sure  why  ,  but  he  wanted  to  be  in  the  SUN  ;  something  he  really  enjoyed.  it  was  a  nice  day  ,  too  ,  FINALLY  starting  to  get  back  into  the  seventies  ,  and  he  could  actually  feel  the  warmth  of  the  sun  on  his  skin.  so  he  walked  ,  enjoying  the  day  when  he’s  stopped  in  his  tracks  ,  trying  to  make  his  way  around  the  SNEEZING  person  who  looked  like  she  was  about  to  sneeze  the  things  out  of  her  arms.  “  careful  ,  one  more  and  those  plants  are  gonna  go  flying.  ”  he  chuckled  ,  running  a  hand  through  his  hair.  “  do  you  need  any  HELP  with  those  ?  ”  he  points  ,  rolling  his  sleeves  up.  “  just  in  case  your  nose  decides  to  go  for  that  third.  ”

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The thought of opening a small business seemed great to Vince. That was before he realized not just a lot, but all, of the responsibility fell solely on himself. He had no one to absorb the bulk of the issues, no one to delegate the menial tasks to. He just had to deal with everything on his own. Between all the possible obstacles, the one he found the most trouble with was interior decoration. All the professional blogs said a shop needed to look professional, but casual. Chic, but not too chic. It somehow needed to feel like both a place of business & a good friend’s house. All of his spare money had been poured into his shop & he personally felt it was shaping up nicely. His newest business purchase was a rather large neon sign with a star on the right, a moon on the left, and a hamsa hand in the center. He’d been trying to place it perfectly in the window for the better part of an hour. He stood in sidewalk, hand to chin as he basked in the yellow & purple light, trying to decide if it looked center when a voice caught him off guard.  ❝ Oh? ❞ He sounded more surprised than was necessary. It was a simple white shirt with a children’s book illustration of the Pyromaniac Club across the torso.  ❝ Thanks, man. I like your… drunken stupor. ❞

 THANKS  TO  THE  COPIOUS  amount  of  water  the  bartender  has  been  slipping  to  him  ,  phoenix  would  EVENTUALLY  be  able  to  stand  up  straight  ;  but  this  6′4  frame  was  slightly  stooped  ,  and  his  head  was  tilted  as  he  gazed  at  the  sign  in  the  window.  “  either  the  sign  is  tilted  ,  or  I’M  tilted.  ”  he  speaks  ,  almost  completely  out  of  the  blue.  “  think  it’s  me.  ”  a  soft  ,  dry  chuckle  leaves  his  lips  and  he  runs  and  hair  through  disheveled  hair  ,  looking  back  over  at  the  person  he  had  taken  up  a  conversation  with.  “  thanks  ,  i’ve  perfected  it  over  the  years.  ”  his  words  were  only  slightly  slurred  ,  but  he  knew  it  was  still  pretty  obvious  that  he  was  a  WRECK  -  but  then  again  ,  phoenix  stone  was  always  a  wreck  ,  regardless  of  his  blood  alcohol  level.  eyes  blinked  as  he  looked  at  the  sign  again  ,  trying  to  adjust  to  the  neon  hues.  “  there  was  a  ton  of  shit  like  this  back  home.  ”  he  speaks  ,  though  pheonix  was  never  fond  of  talking  about  where  he’s  from  ,  it  was  most  certainly  TRUE.  “  hoaxes  ,  probably  ,  but  i  still  believe  it  for  some  reason.  dunno  why.  ”

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               IT ISN’T TIME YET. if there is something he can sense in his bones is when it’s his time to drink and it definitely haven’t arrived. trembling hands try to gently unwrap the plastic around a lollipop ( it’s no lie joon loves his candy , but above all , it’s a way to keep his mind away from the poisonous drink during the day ) nose scrunching lightly as his efforts fail miserably. in normal days wouldn’t even be an issue , but the increasing wish of feeling his mind go numb instead of thinking of the tight feeling in his chest , that every person in that part of town was strangely … familiar. no. he couldn’t allow himself to think things like that , he usually laughed at things like that. his head lifts suddenly , however , when he hears a voice , eyes dropping briefly towards his black sweater before returning to the other “ ——hm ? thanks .. ” in an almost naive movement , he streches his arm towards the other , eyes glimmering lightly “ ——can you help me ? can’t get it open. ”

 HE’S  NOT  COMPLETELY  PROCESSING  the  person  in  front  of  him  -  he  knows  he’s  spoken  to  them  ,  but  the  acknowledgment  of  his  ...  compliment  goes  over  phoenix’s  head  until  they’re  speaking  and  his  eyes  drift  to  the  candy.  despite  his  own  STATE  ,  the  shaking  of  his  hands  doesn’t  go  unnoticed  as  he  takes  the  candy  from  the  other.  steadily  ,  slender  digits  pull  the  wrapper  from  the  lollipop  ,  crumpling  it  up  and  shoving  it  into  his  pocket.  littering  is  bad  for  the  plant  ,  phoenix  would  note.  he  hasn’t  said  anything  ,  hyper  focused  on  the  situation  and  appearing  SOMEWHAT  put  together.  it’s  not  that  easy  ,  considering  the  way  his  whole  body  feels  HEAVY  ,  and  the  way  his  head  is  spinning  despite  his  still  position.  “  THERE.  ”  he  finally  speaks  ,  handing  the  candy  back  over.  “  are  you  trying  to  stay  sober  ?  ”  the  blunt  question  comes  out  EASILY  ,  like  he’s  not  asking  an  incredibly  personal  question  in  the  middle  of  the  street  ,  but  his  own  personal  habits  led  him  to  connect  the  shaking  to  the  candy.  maybe  he’s  just  using  his  OWN  sober  habits  (  his  was  G M  and  tapping  )  as  a  connection.

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 AT  THIS  POINT  ,  he’s  not  sure  how  long  he’s  been  at  the  bar  ,  but  he’s  surprised  he  hasn’t  been  cut  off  yet.  he’s  pretty  positive  that  he’s  been  drinking  since  roughly  ten  in  the  morning  ,  which  was  common  ESPECIALLY  if  there  were  things  going  on  that  reminded  him  of  his  family.  so  here  he  was  ,  mostly  wasted  and  thankful  he  was  still  allowed  at  the  bar.  then  again  ,  he  isn’t  really  BOTHERING  anyone  ,  but  he  DOES  decide  to  finally  get  up  and  leave  ,  not  that  walking  around  town  was  a  great  idea.  his  body  ,  however  ,  was  incredibly  used  to  this  state  he  liked  to  put  himself  in  ,  and  he  only  stops  along  the  street  of  the  small  town  when  someone  catches  his  EYE.    someone  he  knows  ,  he  thinks  ,  but  he  can’t  really  be  sure  right  now.  ❝  i  like  your  shirt.  that’s  a  good  color  on  you.  ❞  the  tattoo  artist  speaks  ,  and  he’s  NOT  flirting  ;  there’s  no  interest  in  his  tone  ,  but  somehow  there  isn’t  a  question  that  he’s  genuine  ;  DESPITE  his  clearly  ALTERED  state.

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                      INSTAGRAM → lucien marsielle.

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deimos, hecate

deimos : what makes you really panic?

❝  fucking  WASPS  ,  little  assholes.  plus  ,  i’m  ALLERGIC.  ❞

hecate : if you had magical powers, what would you do?

 ❝  oh  ,  shit.  well  ,  it  depends  on  the  extend  of  my  magical  powers.  am  i  like  a  wizard  now  ?  fuck  ,  i’m  going  to  HOGWARTS  !  fucking  finally.  ❞

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artemis, hermes, hestia

artemis: would you reject romance and sex for immortality?

❝  i  would  never  want  to  be  immortal  ,  so.  i  guess  not.  ❞

hermes: have you ever stolen before? if so, what did you steal? if not, have you ever had the urge?

❝  i  can’t  say  i  have  ,  no.  i’ve  never  really  felt  the  urge  to  take  something  that  wasn’t  mine.  ❞

hestia: what is home to you? where do you feel most at home?

❝  i  guess  the  most  at  HOME  i  feel  is  when  i’m  drawing  or  painting.  i  kinda  lost  that  meaning  a  long  time  ago.  ❞

❝  something  that  makes  you  feel  safe  and  happy.  anywhere  with  my  sister  is  good  enough  for  me  -  definitely  NOT  france  ,  not  anymore  at  least.  ❞

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athena / dionysus / hades / rhea - for ether or both !

dionysus: have you ever gotten drunk? if so, what are you like when drunk? if not, what do you think you’d be like?

❝  that’s  like  asking  the  sky  if  it’s  BLUE.  i’m  more  talkative  when  i’m  drunk  ,  or  so  i’ve  been  told.  ❞

hades: if you ruled the underworld, do you feel you’d be a good leader?

❝  no  ,  i  don’t  THINK  so.  i  can’t  really  see  myself  being  good  at  ruling  a  whole  UNDERWORLD.  ❞

rhea: have you ever fallen for, and gotten attached to, someone you really wish you hadn’t?

❝  no. ❞

❝    more  for  their  sake  ,  but  yeah.  ❞

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athena & ares

athena : how important do you consider wisdom and intelligence in life?

❝  you’re  asking  the  high  school  DROP  OUT  ,  so.  guess.  ❞

❝  pretty  important  ,  though  i  never  really  got  a  chance  to  focus  on  education.  take  when  you  can  get  ,  i  guess.  ❞

ares : what’s one thing you really hate?

❝  POPCORN.  ❞

❝ WELL  ,  avoiding  the  DEEP  answer  ,  i’d  say  PAPER  CUTS.  ❞

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greek myth asks

zeus: what would you do if you had power over the world?

hera: do you plan to get married in future? if so, what would your ideal wedding be like?

poseidon: would you rather be a mermaid or a centaur?

demeter: do you have a favourite flower? if so, what is it and why is it your favourite?

athena: how important do you consider wisdom and intelligence in life?

apollo: how do you feel about being out in the sun?

artemis: would you reject romance and sex for immortality?

ares: what’s one thing you really hate?

aphrodite: describe your ideal romantic/sexual/qp relationship?

hephaestus: have you ever felt like you’re not taken seriously due to your appearance?

hermes: have you ever stolen before? if so, what did you steal? if not, have you ever had the urge?

hestia: what is home to you? where do you feel most at home?

dionysus: have you ever gotten drunk? if so, what are you like when drunk? if not, what do you think you’d be like?

hades: if you ruled the underworld, do you feel you’d be a good leader?

persephone: be honest, would you marry someone you didn’t love if it meant you may gain something of great value?

the erinyes: what makes you really angry?

thanatos: do you fear death?

achlys: what makes you really upset?

phobos: do you have any unusual fears?

deimos: what makes you really panic?

pan: how passionate are you about nature?

nemesis: do you have anyone you want to get revenge on?

nike: what has been your greatest victory in the past 12 months?

hecate: if you had magical powers, what would you do?

iris: what were the last three words of the last message you sent to someone? kronos: have you ever gone a little too far trying to get what you want?

oceanus: do you hate being involved in conflict?

rhea: have you ever fallen for, and gotten attached to, someone you really wish you hadn’t?

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You write so beautifully, the inside of your mind must be a terrifying place 

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Apollo: *playing the lyre*

Artemis: Hey, do you take requests?

Apollo: Sure!

Artemis: Please stop.

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guess who finally got their shit together ? it’s still not me but i did finish my connections page , so if u wanna scoop anything up pls hmu ! 

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Hephaestus: Anyone know any good substitutions to love and personal fulfillment?

Apollo: Taco bell crunch wrap supreme

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INTRODUCING * / chaotic disaster 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 aka thanatos ! it’s me , cee again , and i’m still a hot mess !

⌊ bill skarsgard, cismale, thanatos ⌉ ⏀ have you spoken to PHOENIX STONE recently? the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who’s been in seneca for SEVEN YEARS or so? either way, they always seem to remind me of JEANS RIPPED AT THE KNEECAPS, NEVER CHIPPED BLACK NAIL POLISH, & UNFINISHED PAINTINGS whenever i see them on main street. on a good day they’re pretty DISCERNING, but they can also be CONFRONTATIONAL ⌊ its a-me , cee ! ⌉

okay , now , thanatos is the personification of death so u can assume that phoenix’s intro is going to be a pretty trigger heavy in the means of death ( a lot of it ) and generally dark themes. skip to the personality section or the readers digest section if you prefer to skip these themes !

BACKGROUND ( this is where the triggers live )

alright our story started in burbank , ca where a young phoenix stone was a very happy , lively boy born to a tight nit loving family.

his family comes from sweden so he speaks fluent swedish. that’s not important i just like it :/

anyway ! he was always generally super happy and surrounded by love until he was about eight when he lost his father to sudden cardiac arrest , no one could explain his death.

three years later, he lost his two older siblings in a car accident.

pheonix was only eleven and had already experienced three major losses, and small losses began to trickle in. grandparents in sweden, his aunt he hadn’t seen since he was younger.

he was beginning to feel like death was drawn to him.

eventually, his support system was just his mom and his best friend, jacob. everyone else had left them, and phoenix somehow blamed himself for each death.

for a few years, everything is pretty decent, though phoenix definitely wasn’t everyone Dream Friend , he at least went a while without having to deal with another death.

in the mean time, he focused on his art skills and got interested in tattooing. he spent his free time drawing, sketching, and painting and got a lot of emotion out through art.

when he eighteen, he started to pursue being a tattoo artist because it was something he was super interested in.

he thought he was done losing people close to him until he was twenty-one, when he lost his mom. 

the only person left close to him in his life was jacob, and a slight irrational fear that jacob would die too caused him to pack up and leave burbank

he drove partly , and then ditched his car when it broke down and hitch hiked the rest of the way until he finally made it to seneca

he used savings from selling some paintings to stay in a small motel until he was able to secure a tattoo apprentice position and find a small apartment

since then, he’s gotten a job as a tattoo artist and is one of the best in the small town ( considering theres only one or two shops , but still )

still has a huge passion for art , though everything hes gone has gotten quite dark n lifeless

PERSONALITY

to no surprise, phoenix isn’t the happiest of people. he’s not a complete asshole , but he’s grown tired of trying to be a good person because he worries that anyone that gets close to him will just die.

he is incredibly different to get close to. he has friends kept at an arms length, and it takes time to get him to let someone in close

in the last seven years, though, he’s gotten more comfortable and more like himself.

very confrontational - but doesn’t start fights unless needed

at this point he’s not afraid of much

has a very deep residing feeling of sadness that he’s never really had the chance to let out

Broken boy who tries to patch himself up w/ bandaids ( + liquor )

someone make him smile .... please ........

i can say that he’s definitely gotten better in the last seven years compared to when he first showed up in seneca

he has really , really bad nightmares almost nightly so sometimes he just Doesn’t sleep

has a+ facial expressions - u will know if he’s judging you

drinks at least three cups of black coffee daily

always has his fingernails painted black for absolutely no reason

also always wears all black and has the Audacity to complain about what other people are wearing

dumb 2.0

READERS DIGEST.

if u preferred to skip his angsty background , the general gist is that he’s a sad boy who had experienced lots of loss in his lift

he basically hitchhiked from cali to ny with literally nothing because he couldn’t take being there anymore

broken & terrible at dealing with his emotions

the end

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INTRODUCING * / french disaster 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 aka apollo as written & loved by CEE (she/they ), a true trash can that can’t wait to write with everyone & also got distracted by making gifs so i‘m just writing my intro now i’m so sorry.

⌊ maxence danet fauvel, demiboy, apollo ⌉ ⏀ have you spoken to LUCIEN MARSEILLE recently? the TWENTY-SIX year old who’s been in seneca for TWO YEARS or so? either way, they always seem to remind me of THE SOUND OF A PIANO SOFTLY IN THE BACKGROUND, HUSHED WHISPERS AFTER MIDNIGHT, THE SUNLIGHT PEEKING INTO THE ROOM & ILLUMINATING GREEN EYES whenever i see them on main street. on a good day they’re pretty ELOQUENT, but they can also be FOOLHARDY. 

MEET LUCIEN ! BACKGROUND INFO.

lucien / luc is from nice , france and is a french musical prodigy

he was playing instruments from an incredibly young age as well as singing right after that

his mother is a very unkind , greedy woman who focused heavily on banking on her sons gifts

he’s got a younger sibling who he slightly envied , but it went both ways because he had all the attention , though he never wanted it , and his sibling was swept under the rug

right in tune with that , their father walked out when his sibling was born ; luc was four and hardly remembers him.

however , this was right around the time his mom was discovering his gifts , so she put all of her effort into bringing him to fame.

it worked, despite luciens distaste.

luc did, however, love music. it made him feel happy, but he never really wanted to be famous.

when luc turned eighteen, he moved out of the house and took his younger sibling with ; but they stayed in france.

it was hard for him to get away from his musical prodigy image, though he tried desperately to

however from eighteen, he did get better at being his own person and eventually took the move to the states with his sibling because he was Entirely tired of being in france

he loves france, but it was too many memories and his image had only barley trickled over to the states

PERSONALITY & MORE.

so, luciens personality was super suppressed as a kid because he spent a lot of time being told how to act and what to do

however since he moved , especially since he left france , he’s been molding himself into who he wants to be

he’s super charming , be it the musical skills or the smooth french accent, he’s v charming and can be quite flirty

he’s never been good at dating - there’s only been one mildly successful attempt so he does prefer flings , though i definitely wouldn’t mind an attempting relationship within the 2 years he’s been in seneca

he’s become a lot for self loving - loves to make silly jokes about himself and boost himself up. i wouldn’t call him conceited , but he is u know .. Aware that that’s how he Looks u know what i mean

within the last few years , luc has been understanding himself better & identifies as a demimale/demiboy ; he connects to the male gender but also party identifies as nonbinary and feels pretty fluid on most days

loves to express himself in the way he dresses & acts but he doesn’t really mind any pronouns ; though he’s partial to he & they pronouns

very proudly pansexual

has the mind and soul of a romantic just doesn’t know how to use it

tells really bad jokes n has a very pretty smile

can truly be a huge goof if he’s comfortable enough around you

he doesn’t really a lot of people are the whole ... Musical Prodigy thing , though he doesn’t work because he doesn’t need to ; the most he does is ghostwrite songs

however he does have a grand piano at home & will ofter play for people who come over

a Mysterious vibe when u first meet him

takes a while to Really know him but kudos 2 you if you try

minor drinking problem

dumb :/ 

there’s more but i’m .... a mess n need to write phoenix :/ so here u go :/

his wcs are under co. right now. ( though i’d die for the wc on the main )