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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: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Elliot Mills Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux
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percival reese
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"I don’t… think all of these are mine?" Min said in regards to the copious empty cups that surrounded him on the bar. Percy just raised a questioning brow but didn't comment on it. This was the one night where it didn't matter. Although, to be honest, it wouldn't matter to him most nights. After all, he did enjoy a party. But with the looming dread and possibility of their deaths, letting loose was in order, for some more than others.

"Is that a promise?"

Percy smirked at the playful remark in regards to his own comment about helping min get dressed. He took a sip of his drink then flashed the timid drunk a playful wink. "You bet, sweet cheeks."

Then before they all knew it, the trio was on the dance floor. Surprisingly, Cadence didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by his strange gyrating that Min quickly seemed to join in on, accompanied with the most adorable drunken giggles. Percy kept worming his way around the two almost like a figure eight. Every so often when he passed them by, he'd give them a twirl or even a very exaggerated dip.

At one point when he slid behind Min, Percy even managed to slip his furry coat onto his tipsy companion. This left him shirtless, while all of his colorful accessories rested on Min. His smile grew as he grabbed ahold of the fluffy collar and made Min shimmy along with him.

When Percy looked over at Cadence, his dancing slowed slightly as he noticed her smile fade. But she didn't let it show for long before quickly plastering on a large cheerful grin, no doubt in an attempt to hide whatever it was that was going on in that head of hers. His brows furrowed slightly in concern when she looked back toward him. But he said nothing. It was a night not to linger on the imminent dread but have fun and whatever was worrying her... She didn't want to talk about it. And he respected that.

"You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks."

Percy kept a loose hold on his jacket that swallowed Min, while his other hand gently grabbed Cadence's arm before she left. "Hey. It'll be ok." He gave her a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. "Text me if you need anything, ok?"

Once she was gone, he turned his attention fully back to Min, giving him a large mischievous grin. "And then there was two." Percy spun around and playfully shook his butt towards his dancing partner. He contemplated even grinding on him, but he decided he wouldn't scare the poor boy too much in one night. He'll save that for the after party. Because he'd be damned if this Agon killed anyone he cared about. They all were going to survive. They were.

"Alright, dancing queen," he said while running a hand back through his now sweaty hair. "Tonight is the last night of life as we know it. And as a way to celebrate the end of this chapter of our lives, it's bucket list time." Percy made his way behind Min, taking ahold of his shoulders as he leaned his head forward to speak quieter in the male's ear. "What's one thing you want to do before you die?"

As Percy made his way around Min to stand in front of him, he popped the collar of the fuzzy jacket. "Now before you say anything," he interjected, holding up an index finger. "No 'skydiving' or 'win the lottery'. I'm a miracle worker but not a God. So, if there is something we can tick off tonight, I'm going to try my damnedest to make it happen."




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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.”

"Thank you for noticing," Seb smirked then downed what remained of his drink. Her jabs left room to be desired, along with her company. Neither one of them seemed particularly interested in the other's company but rather their friends talking to one another. He could feel his jaw clenching at the sight but he tried to take a deep breath and not pay attention to it.

After a moment or two, he looked back to their other company, giving Lottie a sweet and charming smile. The girl was blushing and smiling from ear to ear. Sweet girl. Far too naive for his liking. Some men, enjoyed the innocent ones. He knew a fair few of boys like that before coming to the academy. They prided themselves on how many girls they took from a saint to a sinner. Deflowering preacher's daughters was their particular expertise. The conquest is interesting but the pay off wasn't worth it in Seb's opinion. Flirting was always enjoyable, but he preferred women and men of experience to warm his bed.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.”

"Believe it or not, people in the civilized world believe in dressing up. Not wearing 80s band tees stained with ramen from 2 nights ago." Seb set his empty glass down on the bar and proceeded to adjust the cuffs of his shirt and sports coat. "It's called having taste, not that I'd expect you to know what that is. You'd probably think a mustang and eating at Golden Corral is classy."

No longer desiring to waste his time with Abby's presence, Seb took Lottie's hand and place a gently kiss upon her knuckles. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep. We'll need you at your best tomorrow." He gave the girl a gentle smirk, before guiding the blonde that still lingered around him to the dance floor.





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“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.”

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye,” Ali offered in return.

It seemed that once the counter offer left his lips a little bit of Reagan's laughter died and her cheeks flushed. There already was someone who caught her eye, although she never voiced it to anyone. Not yet, anyway. Part of her felt like, once she said it out loud it would somehow reach him and Reagan was never particularly good at being forefront with her feelings. But on the other hand, she knew the rumors about her and Elliot. She felt like no matter the truth, everyone would always assume that was her 'secret crush' rather than believing anything she said. And deep down, she knew those rumors probably ruined any chance she had with that person anyway. Yet, her gaze still lingered in the crowd, wondering if it land on him for just a moment.

So, instead she tried her best to give a genuine smile and nudge Ali's arm. "I only have eyes for you." Reagan laughed and gave a flirtatious wink.

Reagan took Ali's other offered arm and let him lead them into the pulsing ocean of bodies that ebbed and flowed to the beat of the music. This was a night to celebrate and unwind. Tomorrow their lives would change, presumably forever, and even with everyone partying and enjoying their last night of fun... She could feel an underlying tension in the air. Like everyone was trying to drink and dance their worries away, but they still lingered there like everyone was holding their breath.

The three of them danced in a circle. They laughed and smiled as disco music came on and they all embraced their inner Travolta. Reagan tried to clear her mind and let the weight that rested on her shoulders cease, if only for a minute. But it seemed their lighthearted dancing was coming to a quick end. Maya stopped dead in the middle of the song, causing Reagan to freeze and look toward her. “Ali-!”

Reagan quickly reached out and took one of Maya's arms, hoping that Ali managed to grab the other. She tried her best to support her weight. But she was sinking to the ground, so instead Reagan squatted down and helped aid her to her knees until whatever it was passed. Minutes felt like hours as she waited for her friend to regain consciousness. She lost track of how much time passed until Maya managed to speak once again. "Air!"

"It's ok. We've got you," Reagan reassured her as she helped Maya to her feet. She draped the girls arm over her shoulders, so her hand could help support her waist. "Ali, can you grab her some water? I'll get her outside."

Once she had a strong hold on Maya, Reagan started pushing their way through the dancing crowd. As they broke through the horde, the air instantly felt cooler and not as thin. She glanced back toward the party one last time before they stepped out, and that's when she saw him. She didn't let her gaze linger, maybe because she didn't want to get caught looking... or maybe because he was talking to another girl... One that was far more beautiful than she ever hoped to be. It was probably for the best anyway. No one wanted to be part of the rumors that circled her. And Reagan would most likely die in the Agon anyway.

She took a deep breath as she looked away and helped Maya outside. The fresh air managed to take away Reagan's breath. It was almost like, for the brief time they were in there, she forgot that air wasn't heavy and moist. Luckily there was a bench not too far away that she was able to guide themselves toward. Once Maya was seated, she sat down beside her with a soft sigh. "Are you ok?"




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“Of course I worry about you." For a brief moment, Lux's leg stopped bouncing and everything seemed to freeze. Or was that her heart skipping a beat? Her brows raised slightly as she looked up at him. But then he continued. "We’re teammates." Her heart sank and her gaze fell back down to her hands. "Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.”

"Right. Right," her voice trailed off as she agreed, nodding her head slightly. Then there was silence. Lux started chewing on her bottom lip but could think of nothing to say. She didn't understand why being around Wes made her feel that way. It was like whatever logic she had slipped right out the window. He was the polar opposite of her. They went together like ketchup and chocolate... they didn't mesh. Yet, every time she walked into a room her eyes searched for him. And even when he said the wrong thing, she remained there, hoping he'd fix it somehow.

The silence began to grow uncomfortable as the music shifted to something slow and people on the dance floor began to pair off. Lux sighed softly as she pushed off her seat. "Well, I should probably let you—" She began to say as she stood up, but froze when his offered hand stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked down at it, puzzled.

“Do me the honor of this dance?”

Did people still talk like that? She thought immediately. It took a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. But when it did, her heart did skip a beat then. Lux's gaze drifted between his offered hand and his face multiple times as she searched for words. She had none. Instead her right hand raised slowly, trembling slightly from the nerves she was trying to fight.

Lux didn't know what she expected when she took his hand. She couldn't recall if her and Wes had ever touched each other besides perhaps training. Yet there they stood with her hand in his. And while it was something she wanted, longer than she would care to admit, her mind kept trying to scare her out of it. His suit cost more than everything she's ever owned... combined. Standing side by side it was yin and yang, even down to their hands. His was soft, almost porcelain while his nails could have been manicured. While her own were callused, with nails chewed short and chipped dollar store nail polish.

There was thousands of girls in this world better suited for Wes. At least twenty at the academy alone. Yet he asked her to dance. And there she stood, looking like an awkward punk band reject taking his hand... like an idiot.