Welcome (All Council Members)

[ANDREA GINGER HARPER]

Well, that went smoother than planned. She had told her parents everything that happened at the library and they were immensely proud of their daughter. Athena, they kept saying, chose the right person for her Council Member. Though Andrea thought there were other people out in the world capable of being her Council Member. Her parents argued though that Athena was the goddess of Knowledge, and Raea was always in the library reading up on everything she could get her hands on, of course Athena chose the right person.

Great now she had pressure from her parents not to screw everything up. She kept her mark a secret, hiding it from other citizens of Pandora. People loved the Council and then there were others that HATED the Council. And now she was a member of that group. She was no longer a citizen, she was part of the group that LED them. That MADE the laws.

That and she now had new powers!! Wonderful!! She now was a telepath!! She could fricking read minds now!! She did not like this power, she didn't like invading people's privacy, but if the Council needed information she'd get it for them. She would.

Andrea was nervous, who wouldn't be when their new job was thrown at them? She rubbed the arm where her new owl tattoo was and sighed, looking at the doors to the Council's Great Hall. She took a deep breath and opened the door, walking into the room. She gasped and just stood in the room, a little past the doorway. It was gorgeous. The pictures of the room in the history books did it no justice. She walked up to the table and ran her hand over the wood, smiling. She looked at all the chairs sitting at the table and looked for the Athena Council Member's seat. The backs each had different gold markings, she quickly looked for her seat and smiled when she saw the gold owl. She pulled down her shirt sleeve to see if the tattoo matched the mark on the chair. Of course it did. She laughed a bit and let her fingers run over the owl, smiling when she felt the smooth, carved wood.

She smiled and sat down in her chair, afraid it would be uncomfortable, but she relaxed completely when she found out it had wonderful rich blue leather cushioning. She sighed happily and looked around the room once again. The room had her two favorite colors, red and blue, decorating the room in wonderful shades. She laughed again and opened her bag, grabbing her book and setting it on the table, opening it up to the bookmarked page. She rest her arms on the table, reading through the book. The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a long dead human from the 1800's, Victorian Era. Lovely time period, though not the best. Andrea liked older things, books mostly. She smiled and continued to read.

She opened her necklace, which had an owl on it (funny she was buying more owl things, maybe it was her showing she was still on the council through the use of owl jewelry), and read the time. It was early, about 9 or so in the morning, so people who were partying last night were probably still sleeping. She closed the necklace and fixed the black glasses on her face. She fixed her silver headband and pulled hair that was in her face behind her ear. The glasses were when she didn't want to put in her contacts. She swung her legs over the arm of her chair -her chair, she loved that- and continued reading. Her shirt was warm enough for the day and her moccasins had fake fur in them to keep her feet warm, though she still wore gray socks to keep her feet warmer. Her tan bag that matched her shoes, she had no idea how she managed to do that, was on the floor next to her chair.

The door opened again but Raea didn't turn around, though she should have. She didn't hear the door though as she was too engrossed in reading. The person who entered must have been a Council Member because, if she remembered correctly, only Council Members could be in here. She continued reading, until she felt eyes on her and she turned, jumping slightly. "Oh!! Goodness you scared me!" She quickly closed her book and stood up from her chair, bag falling. "I'm Andrea Harper...Your new Athena Council Member."

It then hit her that she would be the youngest Council Member...Oh goodness. She hoped she wouldn't be too much younger than the other members here, though the oldest if she remembered correctly was Demeter's, his name though escaped her. She held her hand out for the other Council Member to shake, smiling as she did so. "Pleasure to meet you."

Words: 800+, yay
Comments: She's new, be gentle.
Muse: Good
Outfit Click

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie was getting so friggen sick of waking up…well…sick. It was starting to really suck. She laid on her back in bed and wondered why the hell she should even bother to get herself out of bed. She wanted to just lay there on her bed, happily tangled up in her warm dark blue comforter and her lovely black silk sheets and just not move. Ever. She was so happy and content tangled up here. But she had to go to a fucking Council Meeting. Really? Really? Could she not get a break. She groaned and heard a deep chuckle from outside her bedroom door.

Didn’t the man ever sleep? Then again, it wasn’t like it was all that early. Just nine. Ugh…why was she awake? Why had her alarm gone off? She didn’t want ot be awake yet. She was never sure when Marco showed up or when he left, or if he ever did. She just knew that when she woke up he was there, and when she fell asleep he was still there. And she was fully aware that she had two guest bedrooms for a reason, one was for him. But she wondered why she even bothered questioning these things. All the same, he was finding her pain amusing, and that made her full lips twist into a slight scowl.

”Glad you’re amused, ass-face!” she called out, refusing to move from her comfy and curled up position in her bed. She just heard another laugh that made her even more annoyed. ”I told you to go to the doctor’s a week ago. It’s not my fault you won’t listen” She groaned again. He had a point. He had told her to go to the doctors a while ago and she had just…not gone. She didn’t want to go. It just seemed like he would tell her the same thing they all did. She had a stomach bug, she should rest and drink lots of fluids.

What stomach bug lasted two and a half weeks long? She scowled again and then heard Marco speak out once more. ”You like being there early, remember?” he called out. He had a point. Nixie liked to be the first one to Council Meetings so that way she could watch the others arrive. And there was the added bonus of no one being able to talk about her because she wasn’t there, because she’d have been there the whole time. Let them keep their back talk to when she wasn’t there.

She huffed and puffed but eventually she did push herself upright and untangle herself from her bed. For a faint moment she wished she had someone around her who would take care of her. She bet Justin would…she scowled at her own thoughts. Fuck. That thought again? She had pushed him away because he was nice. And now she was sitting here wishing he was around for that same reason. She was fucked up in the head.

She pushed herself over to take a quick shower and fifteen minutes later was ruffling a towel through her silky dark hair, not caring if it curled a little today becase she didn’t feel like blow drying it. And then she debated whether or not she wanted to actually bother to dress nicely for today’s meeting. She could. But she could just as easily not. She shook her head and tugged one of her usual loose and flowing black backless shirts on over her head, and adorned her neck further with a string of silver with beautiful white pearls hanging from it. She usually wore that and the aquamarine drops in her ears to show who she was representing, as if the raindrops down her back didn’t do that.

She slipped into jeans though, nice ones but still jeans, and flats instead of her usual heels. She wasn’t tall so the heels usually helped, but she wasn’t in the mood to prance around today. Today she intended to go to the meeting, do her best to speak her piece or just watch them squabble, and then head back home and right back into bed. And contemplate telling Justin that she felt like seeing him again. She had been texting him anyway, might as well get it over with. But that didn’t seem like an option for some reason. She had too much pride.

She shuffled out of her room and scowled at how happy Marco seemed. She gave him props for just handing her a toasted bagel rather that his usual efforts to make her eat a balanced meal. He might tease her, but he did care for her. She munched on it all the way down the elevator and into the car.

Marco drove her over to the Council house, but as tradition dictated he didn’t follow her in, just assured her that he would be waiting for her when she got out and he fully intended to drive her straight to the doctors. She waved him off. He wouldn’t do that if she didn’t want him to, he just wanted to try and get her to do it. She padded silently into the Council House and then into the inner sanctum as she loved to call it and as always was struck by the beauty of this place. She could never get used to it. She would probably be first here as always. She could take in the moment.

And then she saw someone else in here. A girl really, not even a woman. She arched a brow and took another bite of her bagel trying to see what to make of this. Had someone let this girl in on accident? And she was sitting in Athena’s chair. Jeez, considering Athena’s Council member had passed just a week or two ago, it seemed kinda…out there to plop yourself down there. And then the chick looked up, startled, and slightly amused Nixie just raised the other eyebrow and didn’t speak. The chick said she scared her and Nixie shrugged a little. She was the one who was supposed to be here. Not her fault.

She called herself the new Athena’s Council member and Nixie paused a moment. She had heard something like that before. She tried to look into the other girl’s mind and found she couldn’t. Well then, she wasn’t lying. Nixie grinned a little bit, pulling on the usual nice act, but not too much. Poseidon had never liked Athena, and thus it usually biased Nixie a little against her council member, but she always tried to play nice ”Nixie, I’m Poseidon’s. Nice day to decide to show by the way…we got a meeting” she said, slightly amused.

Poor new girl had no idea what she was in for.

The chick said it was a pleasure to meet her and held out her hand to shake. Jeez, formal child. But Nixie was playing the nice role she usually took on in public and shook the other chick, who’s name was Andrea’s, hand. Yeah, you too. Word of advice? They won’t chew you up and spit you out if you just listen”she said, still amused by the poor girl’s timing. She padded over to her seat, the one with the trident on it that was on the other end of the table, not too close but not too far. She settled herself down a bit and grinned a little. This would be interesting to say the least.

Words: 1309
Muse: Goooooood
Comments: I wish she would just realize she's preggers lol

[ALEXANDER MALBEC]

Alexander Malbec


Put it on my life, baby,
I can make you feel right, baby!
I can’t promise tomorrow,
But, I promise tonight...

[/i]


.xXx.[/color] Light, blue eyes snapped open abruptly, only to flicker about the darkened room through partially narrowed lids, and pause at the flashing, red numbers on the clock next to the man. His brow furrowed as he watched the blinking numbers, and, without bothering to do so with care, Alexander swung his hand out, carelessly slapping at the clock in hopes of silencing it. As if in pure challenge, however, the machine kept ringing; loud and, despite the man’s futile attempts, absolutely infuriating. Alexander let out a low, throaty growl, before his offending hand curled into a tight fist, each and every finger flexing to provide maximum support, before he smashed said fist into the ringing alarm clock. Several times. The damn thing woke him up every fucking morning; it deserved to be destroyed.

Needless to say, Alexander had gone through quite the amount of alarm clocks in his day.

After he’d finished thoroughly beating the clock into submission and, for good measure, tugged it from the wall and dropped it to the floor, the man sat up with a sigh and stretched, reaching both arms forwards, his hands lightly entwining as he stretched, before dropping them to his sides. He shifted to sit on the edge of his bed, before bringing a hand up to run it down his face, somewhat confused as to why he felt so goddamn tired. He hadn’t stayed up late last night; hell, he hadn’t even been with a woman last night. Perhaps it was the anticipation for the council meeting? Alexander shrugged off the question as he hoisted himself off of the bed, and stalked over to his washroom.


A mere fifteen minutes later (the man was no woman, he was quick in the shower), Alexander stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, his eyes flitting up towards the fogged mirror before him. Casually he lifted a hand, only to press it to the glass, and wipe away a small section of mist. The man smirked at his own reflection as he dropped his hand, before rolling his shoulders, a common habit of his, and heading into the bedroom. His thoughts drifted vaguely towards what clothing he should wear, as well as his duties of the day, but the man silenced the thoughts as he glanced down at his alarm clock sitting, somewhat pathetically, in a smashed heap on the carpeted floor under his feet.

The little fucker.

Unwilling to believe he was being remotely immature, Alexander smirked once again, before walking over to his drawers to tug one open. He grasped onto a pair of underwear and, after tossing his towel onto the bed, slipped them on. He then proceeded to do the same with a pair of darker, blue jeans, and took a moment to pick out a white button-up shirt, one in which could be both casual and classy. Depending on how everyone else was dressed, Alexander would adjust his attire accordingly. He nearly smirked at the thought; he was such a fucking genius. The man took a moment to humour himself with his mental thinkings while he buttoned up his shirt, all before rolling up the sleeves, and glancing towards his open closet, where one of his ties hung, as if daring him to wear it. Alexander’s brow furrowed in deep concentration, all before the man shook his head, and sat on his bed to slip on a pair of socks. They were white socks; thin, soft fabric, so as not to irritate him. Alexander was picky, and very, very precise; sue him. The man then paused, glancing into a mirror across the room to make sure he looked decent (hah, he is such a modest man), before he stood, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and slipped out into the elevator.


He paid no attention to the people in the lobby, nor did he offer any sign of knowing that they were there; they were all just simpletons, and thus, not worth his time. The man did, however, glance towards the clock hanging on the wall, and fought against his urge to smirk when it showed that he was exactly on time, if not early. Depending if said simpletons had their clock set correctly, or not. Knowing them, it was probably late. Alexander strolled out of the building, not bothering to hold the door for an elderly man entering, before unlocking his sleek, black vehicle and slipping inside. After shoving the keys into the ignition Alex turned on the radio, though not loud, before pulling out of his parking space. He wasn’t nearly a bad driver, and although drove with impatience, was careful not to go entirely out of line. He abided by most of the laws of the road (aside from, of course, the speed limits), and kept on time. His mindset drifted towards the coming events and, in a very Alexander-like manner, he couldn’t help but to chuckle at the thought of all the attractive, powerful women that would be surrounding him. Surely they would be no more dominant then himself, and therefore, that would leave him in a position of absolute powerful.

Perfect.

Within minutes the man pulled up to the Council House and slowed the vehicle to a stop just outside of the older building, just as he always did. He waited a moment after tugging his keys from the ignition, glancing in thought towards the building, before sighing and stepping out of the vehicle. As soon as he was in the eye of the public his demeanour changed completely; taking on a dominant, arrogant, and somewhat aggressive appearance. He could be compared to that of a male lion; he looked friendly, and he acted somewhat friendly, however once set off, he wouldn’t be afraid to lash out. And, this was obvious by the tight, yet relaxed way he walked. His eyes trained on the male body guards in front of the building and, instinctively, his eyes narrowed, taking on a more confrontational approach. They stayed still as he brushed past however, leaving Alexander feeling victorious; like an alpha male. Alexander hoisted open the large door, before slipping into the room silently, and dragging his gaze up to the two figures already within the room. They were both female, and although one of them wasn’t familiar to Alexander, he knew Nixie. A charming, flirtatious little smirk curved his lips as soon as he laid eyes on the two and the man approached, tilting his head in order to let his eyes run rapidly down the younger woman’s body. His smirk grew slightly, though the action was discreet, and Alexander drew his eyes back towards Nixie, fighting to look her over as well. He’d done that several times already, hadn’t he?

“Nixie, it’s a pleasure to see you once more.”

He said with a smile, before looking towards the new, younger woman.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting, quite yet. I’m Alexander.”

He offered the woman his hand, his words innocent; smooth. It was all a facade of course, but it was certainly a delightfully put-together hoax. Hell, even Alexander started to believe he actually cared about more than sex, at times. Hah, what a thought. Alexander, after a moment, nodded towards the two before sliding into his own seat, and reclining back into a casual, relaxed position. He rested both elbows on the table, ignoring the fact it may be considered as impolite, before eyeing the two with a small, however impatient, smile.

Excuse me,
But I might drink a little bit more than I should, tonight,
And I might take you home with me if I could, tonight,
And I think you should let me, cause I look good tonight...

Words: 1, 339
Muse: Alright
Notes: Aha. He's a good person. [/size][/blockquote]

[ASHE RIVIERA]

It was one of those days.

You know the kind; nothing goes well for you, and every single second of the day, you're filled with the urge to just kill everyone.

No?

Well, that's how Riviera felt. And people could tell.

Angrily, she began punching the ground with her feet, -- taking a somewhat childish appearance at the same time -- letting out shouts of protests and hatred; wild fury at its best. Grabbing her bow, she slid and arrow into place with rapid skill, before letting go; repeating the process until she had nothing left. A few fell useless to the floor, whilst the majority of the arrows hit tree trunks with a dull thud. She didn't aim, for she didn't care what she hit; as long as she hit something.

Glaring at the arrows on the floor, she then grabbed her bow and began attacking a tree, not stopping until she felt the wood break in two. Riviera sneered at what was once her weapon in her hand, before chucking it away without another glance. She'd regret that later, she knew, but she didn't really care. How could she, when there were bigger problems at stake?

Riviera had a fucking bodyguard -- she snarled at the thought -- and to make matters worse, he was actually good at his job; which only annoyed her further.

Because of him, she had had to resort to pleading to that infuriatingly smug man, Tom Yates -- which quickly had turned to cries of outrage: "how can you do this to me?!" -- and still, he remained by her side, much like a parasite. Ashe Riviera had finally met her match -- and no, not in that sense -- and she hated every second of it.

Cerulean flickered up to the skies and she cursed loudly; she was late to that fucking meeting. Council business and such -- nothing important or anything. Normally, Riviera wouldn't have bothered to turn up to such an event, but the meetings had its advantages; no bodyguards allowed. She wasn't a fool; she wasn't about to let hours of bliss slip out of her grasp. To everyone's surprise, she'd jumped at the chance.

But now she was playing the price.

Fucking Artemis.

The Shade quickly made her way out of the woods, taking her time to walk to the Council House. WHen she arrived, the guards arched their brows in question, their gazes quietly assessing Riviera's appearance, with one, clear question on their minds: the Council meeting is about to begin, and you come looking like that?

Barefoot and decorated with dirt, with a less than pristine dress that was no longer the dazzling white that it had once been -- what, she had been hunting -- and russet curls that refused to be tame; Riviera did not look like the ideal Council member. But, she didn't care, and the guards -- too smart to accuse -- stood in silence, letting her through with a somewhat amused grin on their faces.

She thrust open the door just in time to hear the end of a sentence; the voice smooth and innocent -- the male arrogance only just noticeable.

"...pleasure of meeting, quite yet. I'm Alexander."

Introductions?

Riviera paused, cerulean orbs slowly taking in the slight oddity of the room.There was someone here, someone that didn't quite belong -- or, at least, was new -- in the room.

Her sharp gaze latched onto a young -- well, younger -- girl stood in the seat of Athena. Cocking a brow, Riviera continued to stare, eyes narrowed and harsh, before turning swiftly and sitting in her chair, running a hand through her hair in an impatient manner. She didn't need to ask who she was; it was obvious. She was sitting in Athena's place -- it didn't take a genius to figure it out. And plus, Riviera hated small talk.

A small sigh.

How annoying.

Another Council member to hate.

A deep scowl etched onto her face, she continued to ignore the girl and the man caused Alexander -- who, seemed infuriatingly familiar -- and looked pointedly at Nix. "We gunna continue fucking around, or are we gunna do business? Get this thing over with?" She snapped, her blues eyes flickering angrily to Alexander's face.

It clicked.

"You!"

She snarled, slamming her hands down onto the table and shooting up; her chair toppling over onto the floor, her face twisted into a furious beauty. "Why are you still alive?" She hissed, plush lips ripping back into a menacing snarl; eyes narrowed and accusing.

It occurred to her that the question perhaps was an irrelevant one (and didn't really make much sense), but she knocked the thought away without much care; her anger had been building up for the past week, and it seemed that the face of Alexander Malbec was the last straw.

Well, don't say that she didn't know how to make an entrance.

Good and bad.

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NOTES: oh, please. bit of a fail~~ haha. she's not happy. :]

[DEVLYNN ROSA TYNAN]

Devlynn was dragging her feet as she always did on the mornings when there were Council meetings. She hated going to them, but always found herself getting out of bed eventually. Her sense of responsibility wouldn’t allow her to miss them entirely, only to be fashionably late. So after repeated wake up calls from her newest bodyguard, Devlynn finally pulled herself from bed.

She took her time getting ready, prompting much frustration from her guard. “You would be dragging your feet too if you had to deal with them!” She grumbled bitterly. There was nothing like ruling the country, and then having someone telling you what to do. She felt like a child all over again and here she was supposedly in charge.

Finally didn’t bother to dig through her closet for an appropriate outfit. Her style was typically fashionable and grown up, so it wasn’t like she would be terribly underdressed. If anything her wardrobe bordered on the sexy side which might not have been entirely appropriate for a Council meeting. But she was representing Aphrodite, so it didn’t seem entirely misplaced.

She slipped into a flowing skirt that showed off her legs then pulled on a silky blue top that flattered her slim curves. Slipping into some modest heels, she paused in front of the mirror long enough to highlight her features with some well placed make-up.

Time to get it over with.

Reluctantly she left her quiet room and ventured out into the world. It wasn’t that she disliked leaving her room; she just hated trading its comfort for the tension of the Council meetings. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle it; rather the constant bickering wore at her patience quickly.

For the duration of the drive to the Council chambers her thoughts anticipated the meeting bleakly. Finally they arrived and she stepped from the car. Her bodyguard followed her uncomfortably close. He really needed to learn the meaning of personal space. She didn’t have a huge personal space, but she didn’t need him breathing down her neck. Devlynn would be glad to leave him behind shortly. Although she wasn’t sure she wanted to trade his company for the Council. At least him breathing down her neck could be sexy in the right context…the Council meetings weren’t.

Unlike most people who visited the Council chambers, she wasn’t struck by the beauty of the doors or anything else. Sure she appreciated the general atmosphere, but like a child she could never be bothered to take any real time to appreciate it. Instead she focused on the task at hand which lay beyond the doors.

She smiled a bit as she slipped into the room, fashionably late as always. It seemed like the usual tension had already caused sparks to fly. Striding into the room confidently, she smirked slightly. “Seems like there’s already trouble, so I guess I’m not needed.” She wished it worked like that, but she knew it didn’t.

Circling the table, she took her seat that was marked with cupid’s bow. She settled into her chair gracefully. Casting a glance at Athena’s chair, she noticed the new girl and smiled slightly. “Don’t mind them. They like to set the tone early. I’m Dev.” She said with a playful wink and then turned to watch Alexander and Riv again. This could be entertaining.