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located in Olympia, a part of Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Juniper McKinney Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux
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A L I HUGHES
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your heart is beating, isn't it?
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Normally, Ali would have talked out his Agon worries with June, but when she presented him with an obscene amount of chocolate muffins, he knew that he should probably avoid bringing up any of his problems with her. At least for now. Normally, with problems he didnā€™t want to talk to his sister about, heā€™d go talk to Elliot, but he seemed pretty busy inspiring and helping students who had powers that they could actually control, and were useful. There was no way he was going to talk to his own teammates about his anxieties (they didnā€™t deserve that. They had their own worries and he would only make it worse.), and talking to someone on a different team, regardless of how close they were, just felt like a bad idea. So- believe it or not- heā€™d spent the days leading up to the Agon (and, by default, the party) brooding by himself, eating muffins.

He wasnā€™t really sure he wanted to go to the party. Parties werenā€™t usually his idea of a good time. He didnā€™t like loud music, he didnā€™t like crowds (he didnā€™t like fun, said the helpful depreciating voice inside his head), so he wasnā€™t sure what good going would be. But Reagan said she was going, and before he knew it he was saying heā€™d be there.

So there he was. At this party. Woo-hoo. He felt really out of his element. Looked it, too. It wasnā€™t as if he never got together with his friends, but all of this paired with the quickly approaching Agon was a little overwhelming.

He scanned the crowd when heā€™d arrived; there were plenty of people heā€™d consider friends hanging around. Should he say hi? Most of them seemed to be having a decent enough time without him. He didnā€™t want to be a buzzkill. Youā€™re always a bit of a buzzkill. Why does anyone hang out with you? A compelling question; certainly something to consider late at night as he fell asleep.

He would need a drink if he was going to stay at this party.

However, as he stared down the options at one of the open bars, he felt absolutely sure that nobody should be putting anything that glowed like that into their body. Eh, bottomā€™s up. This was a party. It was supposed to be fun. It was fine. He was fine.

After that, he managed to worm his way through the crowd. It wasnā€™t as if he was avoiding people, he was just avoiding people. A part of him wished heā€™d worn something less colorful, but he didnā€™t want to be accused of being a killjoy. Not that it wouldnā€™t have been a fair accusation.

Then heā€™d found Reagan, or sheā€™d found him. He didnā€™t know whoā€™d spotted who first, but she was impossible to miss in that outfit. ā€œOh, thank god,ā€ He said as he approached her, quickly pulling her into a potentially-awkward-but-not-at-all-awkward one armed hug. He let out a heavy sigh, which Reagan was likely more than used to hearing from him, and said, ā€œI hate it here, Rae.ā€