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Type: Open @mobscene-starters Location: London Café

The drizzle of the rain clung to London’s streets like a familiar embrace—cold, damp, and indifferent. Typical London weather, sunshine one moment, dull and gloomy rain the next. Three months had passed, three months of wondering the streets of France hoping and searching for something to bring her back. France had been her sanctuary, a feeble attempt to escape the nightmares that had haunted her Now, here she was, back in the city she could never truly leave. It was the same city, same streets, same faces—except for this time it felt different, as if she was starting here all over again. She had vanished without a word - apart from those in charge, and she wasn’t certain who would meet her return with curiosity, concern, or contempt perhaps even anger. The café on the corner hummed with morning conversation, she sat alone at her table, waiting for the waitress to bring her breakfast over. Her mind was pre occupied, she barely noticed the person standing beside her.

She was ready to be back in London, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for the questions that may follow her unexplained departure.

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Shadows in the Rain

The neon lights of Paris shimmered through the rain-slicked streets, reflecting off the glossy black boots of the woman who once owned London's social scene. Ophélie walked through the cobbled alleys with the quiet air of someone trying to disappear, yet unable to fully escape the place she knew as home.

She had fled without a word, leaving behind a life tangled in broken promises and whispered betrayals. The only ones who knew of Ophélie's whereabouts weren’t those she'd fully class as friends but those in charge of the French Organisation. The mob had granted her passage into France, provided her with the relevant contacts and a new playground where she could continue her work while drowning out the chaos that haunted her mind. For three months, she played a silent game, dealing behind curtained doors in smoky, low-lit lounges.

But it wasn’t enough. The nightmares still came. The attack was a wound that never truly healed, just festering beneath the surface. Ophélie had promised herself that she wouldn’t turn to drugs for escape this time. That the drugs would simply be an enchantment of a night, not her escape. So instead, she ran through the gilded streets of Paris, chasing distractions—the scent of fresh coffee, the murmur of distant laughter, the illusion of anonymity.

Yet London was still a pull she couldn't sever.

For months Ophélie had tried to convince herself that Paris could be home, that its charm could erase the fragments of her past. A place she could start anew. But the headlines questioned her absence, the gossip spilled over into speculation, may assuming she had entered into a rehab centre, after all her recent drugs use had become apparent. In the end, she knew—she had unfinished business in the city that had shaped her.

As Ophélie stepped back onto London soil the rain was relentless. Dark clouds hung low over the skyline, casting the city into something grey and tired, much like herself. As she pulled her coat tighter around her, she braced herself—not for the paparazzi, nor the headlines, but for the reckoning that awaited her.

Because running had been easy. It had always been easy.

Now, she had to face everything she'd abandoned. More so, the people that she had abandoned without a word, her friends, the friends that had become family when blood lines had failed her.

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via @samweaving

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Out of anyone Ophélie could run into, it to be a damn Russian. Of course, just typically her luck.

She rolled her eyes, a sigh flowing from her mouth. "Manners where waiting for around. They ran out after a while. There are others trying to look, you're not the only here. No matter how much you think you are."

"All I want, is those pair of boots" she said pointing. "You've spent more than enough time looking, and blocking everyone else's way. Next time, pay to have private shopping.''

The idea of clothing shopping was tedious on its own and the effort behind it exhausting. There were more important matters at hand and yet, here she stood. An outfit required for the holiday dinner.

It was the tenth dress she had pulled off the rack, glanced over, and put back. Nothing appealed to her, ready to move on to the next boutique that two steps forward brough three back at the sound of a scratchy mouselike voice.

Azure hues narrow at the blonde, a French, out alone. "It appears they really do forget their manners." She tuts at the woman.

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Mistletoe Type: Canon Time: Present For: @jeanpalfroix Location: Vixen

It has been a month since Ophélie's birthday, truth be told she hadn't felt much like celebrating back then. They had just come back from the camping event, and her schedule was as crazy as ever. It had taken some convincing from some of the girls at Vixen but Ophélie had finally agreed to have a small, late birthday celebration.

It had only been a few of them, simply enjoying the music and the endless flow of drinks. Other had joined them, and left just before closing.

Jean has been once she had noticed making their way out, though she had managed to call him over before he had gotten the chance.

"Nope." she said. Grabbing him by the arm and whisking him away to the table she was sat at.

"Sorry, but you're not leaving until you've had a couple drinks, and since it's my very late birthday celebration it would be rude to say no." she taunted, a mischievous smile upon her face.

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Mistletoe When: Present Type: Canon For: @damonrutherford Location: Some neutral London bar - late at night.

Ophélie had not long got off from an event she was invited to attend, as much as she loved the simplicity of attending these events, she did not always love how the dragged. More so, the ones she didn't exactly want to go to in the first place. However, any opportunity was better than nothing - they paid the bells and kept her in good money.

Tonight's had been more a charity approach event, though she'd always be willing to do her part she much preferred opening clubs or attending something fashion related. Charities events could be slow, and she was more into the wild fast paced types.

As she left a bar she hadn't ever attended caught her eyes, for her it could be perfect place to get out without being noticed too much. She had laid low for a while, more so after her attack. He had been taken care off, but it still took the blonde a while to feel safe again (not that she'd admit that to anyone.) As she walked in the bar looked decent, not too busy to be over crowded like some of the London bars but also not quite enough for it to be classed as a total dive - even if the interiors could use a little work.

Ophélie took a seat at the bar, and ordered her drink. As she turned to face the crown a familiar face next to her caught her attention. Never did she expect to see a Rutherford around these parts.

It was Damon, the brother of the women that Ophélie couldn't stand.

"Well, well, well if it isn't the one and only Damon Rutherford. I must say, you aren't the person i'd ever expect in a bar like this. Unless, like me for simply trying to avoid the publics attention for once?"

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12 Days of Christmas 2024: Ophélie Redgrave

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Mobstarter For: @mrofontaine Location: London, Winter wonderland

She wasn't the biggest fan of Christmas, many of hers where not the joyous occasion that many described it too me. Instead, for Ophélie it was about being and doing exactly as her parents said, seeing her brothers get more than her because they where to the standards that her parents expected. It was always too much about image with them, and not about the family.

Still Ophélie liked to try and make an effort to enjoy Christmas, to start and create her own memories with the life had now built for herself. It had been a while since she spent some proper time with Olivier, and she figured checking out Winter wonderland would be the perfect chance to catch up.

It was a chilly evening, and she was glad she had decided to wrap up warm. True to his word Olivier arrived just on time, she paid for their admission and made their way to the event.

She had spent years hearing all about it, and the transformation from before and after was truly breath taking, it looks beautiful, more than she had imagined.

"I'm glad you could come today, it's been a while since I actually got to see you. The whole camp weekend does not count. I must say, this place looks way better than I thought. I was half expecting some over the time cheap Christmas imitation."

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For: @nadezhdaxyuryeva Location: Random clothing store

Retail therapy was exactly what Ophélie needed, she wasn't the biggest fan of how busy everything would get during the holidays. She didn't always have the time and patience for others, more so when they would spend forever observing on item.

She let out a sign of frustration, she had waiting for the person in front of her to simply step aside in order for her to select the boots she wanted in her size.

"Honestly, if you haven't decided yet, it's likely you don't really want the boots. I'm been patient enough, but could you please move now so I can actually get what I came here for?" she asked, the frustration clearly showing in her voice.

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@jeanpalfroix Location: Hyde Park

Jean had been Ophélie's saving grace during their camp trip, it was safe to say she started off totally useless and clueless about the whole in experience. In the end, it had been enjoyable, more than she had imaged.

She had message Jean a few days after the camp out had finished, thanking him for making it bearable and for ensuring their tent actually remained standing. She had also asked him to meet, wanting to give him a small thank you gift. After all, if she had been left to her own devices, the weekend would have likely been a utter disaster for her.

She entered Hyde park, instantly spotting Jean where he waited. #

"Hey camp buddy" she chuckled.

"Figured we could enjoy some fresh air again, after all last time it wasn't so bad. Plus, I wanted to give you a little thank you gift. I'm pretty sure you are one of the main reasons that I kept my sanity. As you probably figured, camping was not something I had ever done before."

She handed a small basket, containing a small selection of cheese, an after shave, 2024 campout keyring, tie pin and cufflinks.

"Hopefully you like some of it, honestly I'm not the best a gift giving either."

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Mobstarter For: @islahvnt Where: A London Bar.

The campout had not been as bad as she originally anticipated, it also proved to her she really good do most things if she set her mind to it. Of course a bit of powder courage always helped too. It was Ophélie Redgrave after all.

She wouldn't lie though, it was nice to sleep in the comfort of her own home and bed again. Not having to work for the taste of alcohol was also an added bonus.

The cold breeze of December was making itself known in London, though it was not going to stop from Ophélie from having a good night out.

Originally she was meant to meet up with another Socialite, it was meant to be though and the plans had fallen through at the last moment - due to her friend needing to fly out for a business trip.

It never bothered her, she was more than happy to drink and party alone or with others. As long as the party was good, that is all that bothered her.

She the presence of someone take a seat next to her, she could hardly blame them, the bar of choose was packed. It didn't take Ophélie long to notice it was Isla, someone she had known through Olivier, not that she had actually ever taken the time to get to know her herself.

"Isla, Fancy running into you here. So, what's your poison for tonight then."? she asked, an offering for a drink as sipped upon her own.

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"Well, not I do feel like a dumb blonde. Cleary, you know more about camping than I do." she laughed at herself, camping was not her forte.

She waited for the air bed to be fully inflated, once it was she laid herself upon it - an attempt to get a feel for it's comfort rating.

"Definitely, isn't my mattress but also it isn't all that uncomfortable either." she admitted. "Maybe this won't be as bad as I first thought."

She nodded in agreement over his Lara comment "I couldn't agree more, I doubt she'd cause any issue this weekend. Too many people watching, but then it is Lara, you just never know."

"So, what do you think some of these tasks will be? And who do you think will be the first to crack?"

Jean reached for the pump and flipped it on. "Luckily air mattresses aren't that hard. There's literally just a pump. Magic." Ophélie was lucky she was hot. Jean suspected that was doing a lot to propel her through life.

"Well maybe we'll get lucky and if a pack of wolves raids the camp they'll go for her first. They'd be doing most of the people here a favor." He wasn't one to give Lara Rutherford credit, but at least the fur looked warm. It put her a step above some of the others who'd showed up.

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Ophélie laughed, at least someone was finding enjoyment from the weekend activites.

"Trust me Hasan, the whole name of Happy Camper Hasan, doesn't make it sound any better. It sounds like a bit creepy, making you seem more like a mass murderer. Do I need to be worried?" she asked amusingly, though raising an eyebrow at him.

"I agree, it does make for some peaceful evenings, but i'm a girl of luxury. Give me a bit of that, and it's be perfect. I just need in on one of them rich tents. If you get one, you best invite me."

"I assure you my mother hasn't left me, but I didn't show her the costume either. You are in the presence of Happy Camper Hasan." He gave a bow before righting himself. Yes the dual nature of the self appointed mascot was working overtime it seemed. Guarded laughs were acceptable currency as far as he was concerned, as they fit the theme of the night. Even better if he could maintain the persona perhaps with the odd nudge here or there. "You should try it. Though yes. Those are two of the reasons I plan to spend our third night here in a Rich Tent one way or the other. If all you've had to do is sleep on a rough mattress or piss outside, I envy you, but it's not all bad. Especially when you plan it. Takin in the stars as you float along the river. A hike of the grounds. Even just resting in the open on one of the loungers. There is something to taking in fresh air when you're not being eaten by mosquitos." He paused a moment thinking. "I am enjoying myself. It feels good to be doing something that isn't just thinking or surviving."

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October 31st Ophélie Redgrave turns 33.

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Night two had certainly made night one worth all the shit, she had been on and off smoking joints all day and right before the music started, she of course had to do a line, perhaps two. Among other drugs that she had slipped into her drink during the night, nothing said party like a little LSD. Right?

For a moment she needed to take some air, had a cigeratte in piece before going back to the music and letting her hair down more. She was just about to light up when she heard a voice coming from down by her feet.

"The fuck," she said, as she noticed the brunette laying there.

"Adya?" she asked, almost certain that was her name, at least she hoped anyway.

"Why are you on the floor?" she asked, as she held out her hand, and gently pulled her back up to her feet. "Did you get lost on your way back, because I'd hate to tell you this, that is not your bed, or any kind of bed. Would you like a drink?"

when: night 2 who: @ophelie-redgrave where: a grass area

Ayda had no idea how long she had been laying in the grass, two minutes, but felt like hours. Gravity brought her down and she found herself unable to move. It was feet walking that caught her attention.

"Help, I've fallen down and can't get up." She calls out, desperate to get back where she could see the music.