lucia-olivo
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lucia olivo. 22 years old. junior at ogden college.
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who: @cinnamonfm
when: a couple of days before classes start
where: one of their dorms
Despite the closeness of her own mother to Greer's, ever since Greer and Henrietta had become friends, Lucia had....well, at the very least gotten along better with Heni, if not outright preferred her. Not that she'd verbalize that publicly, especially not now....what, with Greer missing, FBI and police running around, and another student dead? No, Lucia would absolutely continue to keep that one to herself.
Besides, Greer had never been the biggest fan of her friends being friends without her in the midst. She certainly could get possessive over her best friend, her brother, her circle in general. Lucia had seen it plenty.
But she wasn't here anymore, so at least there was the perk that it was easier to hang out with Heni, everything no longer fully revolving around Greer. The pair was in one of their rooms, a bottle of wine rapidly getting consumed between them, the subjects ranging over the course of the night, until Lucia - always a bit of a sentimental wine drunk, if she was honest (she was rarely honest) - frowned, swirling the dregs left in her glass, scrolling through her phone with her other hand. "What do you think happened to Penny?" she mused, still baffled that they had had....almost no explanation from the school. Though she supposed there was really only so much they could say.
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"Smaller isn't always a bad thing," Lucia pointed out as she sat next to Diego, hand reaching out to lightly rest on his hand, like there hadn't been distance from the male the previous semester. If Lucia ignored it, she was sure that it would go away. It was her strategy with pretty much everything. It was a bit harder to do with the more...recent events. A student dying was nearly as hard to ignore as a friend of sorts going missing. Didn't mean she wouldn't try, though. "But...it was an accident. Right? Surely people are just being dramatic about this all," she said, giving his fingers a squeeze before pulling her hand back.
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Location: The Commons
Time: early in the week while students are still arriving
His parents had seemed hesitant about him going back to Ogden, asking him multiple times whether he really wanted to, or just felt obligated. Diego thought he just felt obligated, they weren’t wrong, but it was hard to explain why he felt it would be worse to not go back. He couldn’t just let something like this go. Apparently not everybody felt the same way. “Does the campus already feel smaller to you?” He asked, while he sat at one of the tables in the commons, eyes clearly not on the book he’d chosen to pretend to read over the week long forced break they’d been given. “My mom says she doubts even half of the students will be back this year. I really wouldn’t blame them.”
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who: @montyrichler
when: the weekend before classes start again
where: some party or another
Lucia did not enjoy when people didn’t like her - and Monty constantly pretended that he didn’t (she simply refused to believe it was real, actual dislike). Half the time he refused to deal to her, leaving Lucia left to jump through hoops to either get things from him, or get other people to get them for her. A hassle, honestly. But it was a new year, and she was determined to put all that in the past and get Monty under her thumb like she usually was able to. This party was the perfect start, Lucia weaving through the crowd unhurriedly until she reached him, eyes not moving from his face as she got to his side. “Monty,” she cooed in greeting, one arm snaking around his shoulders to give him a hug. “If I told you I needed a little top up...” she murmured into his ear, pulling back and tapping one finger against her nose, as if he wasn’t well aware what she was looking for. “Would you be able to oblige?” she continued, pouting out her lower lip.
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The reason I want you so badly, is because I want things from you, that you’re not willing to give me
Out of my League, Excerpt from a Book I’ll Never Write (via sunflowerletters)
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brunamarquezine: Celebrating happiness ♥️ @chopard #ChopardMyHappyHearts #MeMyselfandMyHappyHearts
Bruna Marquezine via Instagram, 10/14/2022.
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nataliavega:
Nat’s eyes fell to the cross necklace that hung around Lucia’s neck and guilt kicked up Nat’s insides. She looked away, looked down, looked around at the party— anywhere that wasn’t at what felt like some confirmation of how far she’d fallen— until she finally managed to drag herself back. There was a shrug in her shoulder, a coolness she didn’t actually posses in the movement. “A better one than this year. Pretty low expectations, really.”
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Lucia considered Nat for a few moments, something about her so sacchrine, so well-behaved that the urge to push her right off the cliff into misbehavior was extremely strong. “Well, we can’t have that,” she replied, clucking her tongue as she reached out, tucking a piece of hair between Nat’s ear, a smile coming over her lips. “The low expectations part, not for another year,” Lucia said, the long, perfectly manicured fingers on her other hand tapping against the table, as if seriously considering for a long few moments. “Come with me,” she said finally, standing up straight and holding her hand out to Nat. “I have the perfect way for you to ring in a new year with...some excitement.”
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inesosorino:
In response to Lucia’s glare, Inés smiles and gives her a small wave. “What did you just say about complaining? I know you don’t tend to hear yourself when you speak.” If it had been anyone else she would be delegating rather than arguing over petty nonsense. She found it difficult to not respond any chance she got to Lucia, from parties to class she made it her mission to one up her. They were both smart, ruthless, and able to get what they want. In another life they could have been friends, or had mutual respect for each other at the very least. “I don’t expect you to understand.” Inés replies as if she’s about to say something vulnerable. “You need to have taste to be upset about it.” As the other girl went off after they entered the building, she didn’t follow after. It would be smarter to separate to cover more ground she couldn’t promise she wouldn’t murder Lucia in the dark if they spent a moment longer together. Inés walks by each door, even attempting to open a few doors that were either locked or opened with no one inside of them. She knew this would be a waste of time. Tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the desk in another empty room, the fax machine strikes her as odd. Inés didn’t think they still existed. Inspecting the ancient machine, the girl notices the paper right away and the text that was on it. THE POWER WILL BE OUT FROM 3 PM TO 3 AM. Her eyes widen but she acts quickly, folding it up and discreetly putting it down the top of her dress. Thankfully she chose something with a high enough neckline. Inés rushes out and nearly jumps as she sees Lucia. “You need a bell.” She muttered. “Did you see anyone yet?”
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If Lucia wasn’t prone to being wildly hypocritical, she’d probably be able to admit that the reason that she and Inés butted heads so often was because they were very similar. But she would never give the other girl such a compliment, instead just sniffing, her nose raising as she walked away, trying to see if she could find someone. Find...anyone. Glancing around, peeking into a few rooms, she had no luck until she heard a shuffling around from one of the rooms, taking a few steps in that direction only for - ew - Inés to come out. “What were you doing?” she asked, of course having noticed how the brunette had rushed out of the office she was just in. “Was anyone in there?” she asked, stepping around her to peek in herself.
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jessehart:
Jesse smirked, eyes settling over Lucia in that hungry way that always seemed involuntary. Like she could coax the devil out of a nun with nothing but a look. Jesse had always indulged that feeling and he had to actively remind himself that he couldn’t now. His eyes darted around the room for a moment, looking for a pair that might be watching him. Satisfied that he found none, he leaned a little towards her. “To me, to you, to that dress, to a night full of endless possibility…” he shrugged, holding up his drink, “take your pick.”
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Lucia tsked her tongue, shaking her head as Jesse held up his drink. “Jesse, Jesse, Jesse,” she reprimanded, even as her drink lifted up to meet his. “Me, you, this dress...pretty sure it leads to only one possibility to pick from,” she said, an innocent blink of her eyes accompanying the implication before she lifted her drink the last remaining bit to her lips, sipping from it without looking away from Jesse.
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coolkep:
they hold her gaze without any real weight behind it, comfortable in that whatever she was putting down wouldn’t reach them. “ nothing personal, ” kepler shrugs casually. they don’t like most people, and he’s aware that says more for his character than other people’s. “ i’m british– ” a beat. “ –so naturally i find americans rather annoying. ” a slight shift in body language as they turn to lean against the railing. “ so i’m missing something, alright. ” they say dryly, “ spell it out for me, then. what makes you … very likable? ”
Lucia blinked a few times, turning to face Kepler as his body shifted, nearly mirroring his motions - all the easier to play. “Does only being second generation get me any brownie points?” she asked dryly, despite the softness in her expression as she continued looking up at him. The slightest smirk lifted the corners of her lips a moment later, Lucia taking a half-step forward to close some of the distance between them. “Spelling? Not my strong suit. But if you really want to be convinced...” she paused, reaching out to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, eyes scanning down him before taking a step back, shrugging up her shoulders. “Maybe you’ll let me show you sometime.”
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ironlvngs:
“ shut up. you’d be whining and moaning all about it if this had been happening in my chalet instead. i’m just… not fucking used to myself in this god awful suit. ” he says, still looking at his reflection with a scowl in her mirror — his tie was undone and the top buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned. he was a mess, but it still felt uncomfortable. though, their attention was turned when lucia suggested that she may have something for them to wear. link turns around, a small grin beginning to form as he narrows his eyes at her. “ and what could that possibly be ? “ he asks as he sits down on the bed next to her. anything would be better.
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“No, I wouldn’t,” Lucia said, lips pouting out ever so slightly as her head snapped back to Link’s direction, glaring at him. “Because if we were in your chalet, you would’ve already offered to provide some nice comfortable alternative for me. As a good friend,” she reprimanded, sitting up on her mattress and practically prowling back in his direction. “Right?” Lucia added, pleading in her tone as she reached Link’s side, chin finding his shoulder to rest on with a few innocent blinks at him. “Let’s see,” she murmured after a moment, demeanor doing a complete 180 as she bounded up for the bed, pulling open one of the drawers she had claimed and rifling through it, till she found one of her laciest, smallest thongs - not one of her best though. She might need those. But it would get the job done, as she turned back towards Link, letting it dangle off one finger. “Could probably find you a cute little shirt to go with it too,” Lucia said, her tone completely serious.
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My love language is when I’m his first choice and he’s obsessed with me
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inesosorino:
“Yes because you are so clearly in a party mood.” It did give Inés a feeling of satisfaction to see Lucia be so vexed by her. Normally she wouldn’t be interested in playing such petty games but the other brought that side out of her. How could she be expected to let anything go when every word that came out of her mouth was so grating? She was only human. “Tread lightly, Lucia. We could both make this a whole lot worse for each other. Hm?” The girl gives her a smile just to show how unbothered she was. Inés steps out into the snow, walking past Lucia rather than following or god forbid walking beside her. The lodge wasn’t a far walk despite the heavy snow forcing them to trudge along. They get to the building and she peers in before trying the door handle. Open. So at least it wasn’t a total waste going over. She opens the door and steps inside. “I swear to god if I ruined my Valentino dress for nothing.” She had her way of acquiring designer pieces, although she could not replace them easily.
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“I was, until I got stuck with you. Remind me to repay Penny for that one later,” Lucia said under her breath, a petulant glare tossed in Inés’ direction as they made their way through the snow. She didn’t bother giving much of a response beyond that. She certainly could make this worse for her, and was in fact brainstorming several ways to do that as they got to the lodge, making their way inside. “Well at least something good would’ve come from this storm if you did,” Lucia said sweetly, finally speaking up again as she let her eyes flick over Inés’ dress, nose scrunching up ever so slightly, the tone complimentary enough that it was quite possible the insult would go entirely unregistered. She swept away from the brunette, glancing around the dark - and what appeared to be empty - lodge, making her way towards the back where she was fairly certain there were staff offices or break rooms or...well, she had seen staff go back in that direction. There was this one ski instructor who was so - okay, not the point. But she was pretty sure, as sure as she could be in the pitch black, at least, that the staff would be in the back of the lodge.
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“i don’t know if i’d go that far. it’s not midnight yet.” lucia brought out something different in charlie, something a little meaner, a little more considered, a little less careless. “but you’re always fishing for compliments, lucia.”
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coolkep:
“ that sounds like a personal problem, ” he says coolly. they weren’t particularly in the business of spelling things out for people, nor did they particularly feel like being some kind of puzzle, serving piece by piece for people to put together. “ right, ” they tilt their head to the side. “ so what now? ”
Lucia turned to face Kepler more head on, eyes widening, chin tucking towards her chest so she could peer up at him through her eyelashes. “I feel like you don’t like me very much,” she said, the words coming out soft, innocent - perhaps even hurt. “And I feel like you must have some misconception, because I’m very likable.” Lucia paused, angling an ear towards one shoulder, lifting it up in a shrug. “So you tell me. What now?”
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nataliavega:
Lucia had only ever existed on Nat’s periphery, far too embarrassed of her own lack of convictions the moment she hit the college scene to stomach someone who seemed to balance it all so effortlessly. So when she realized it was Lucia Olivo she was talking to, it took her a moment to reply. Seeped in disappointment that she was breaking years-long tradition, she blinked up at the other woman through a line of dark lashes. “I’m all ears if you’ve got any suggestions.”
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Lucia turned and looked towards Nat, lifting a hand to fiddle with the cross necklace that dangled down her sternum. “Depends,” Lucia cooed, leaning forward, an elbow propped on the table as her hand held up her chin. “What type of year are you looking to have?”
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