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Lenny Cordova

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a character in “Gods Among Us: Reborn”, as played by Bartholomew Finch

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F U L LXN A M E
Elena Cordova

N I C K N A M E (S)
Lenny

B I R T H D A Y
November 20th, 23 Years Old

M A J O R
Double Major, Biochemistry and Zoology

B L E S S E D B Y
Sobek

G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Female, Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Ecuadorian-Colombian

H O M E T O W N
Sarasota, Florida

H E X
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A P P E A R A N C E

Lenny took after her mother in dagger stares and cut-throat side-eyes. A glance could kill from miles away - though it usually isn't that deep. A resting bitch face and if you've go the balls to say that to her then more power to you. As it stands, Lenny is a sleek and domineering figure. A girl reaching for the stars at a solid 5'11". Enhanced always by a love for thick soled shoes. A diverse aesthetic overlayed by a consistent grunge. She has always found herself teetering the line between high fashion and outright nonsense. She chooses her outfits for herself, mainly, and that's all that really matters. She doesn't dress to please others, and if that offends she's more than happy to explain in all the ways of which she does not give a single shit.




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L I K E S

Animals, Mainly Reptiles, Amphibians, and Aquatic Creatures of all kinds. Lady Bugs, Bees, Spiders, Misunderstood Creatures big and small, Hot Weather, Parties, Science, New Information, Being the first to know something, Study Groups, Shopping - Malls, online, anything so long as shes buying something.

D I S L I K E S

Dishonesty, Snitches, Children, Loud Children (There's decidedly a difference), Action Movies, Snow, Shaming, Narcissistic Behaviours, Aimless Wandering, Traffic Noises, Being Late, Judgements on her fashion choices, People who assume she gives a shit, Peer Pressure, Overbearing Pleasantness, Toxic Positivity



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It isn't that she wants to come off as distant or cold - because really she isn't. But rather that she's been deeply affected by her youth and the lack of close relationships to nourish healthy social skills. Truthfully Lenny is quite easy to get along with - so long as you fall into the neat categories of people she's willing to put her heart on the line for. To say the least she values honest, loyal, and thoughtful friends that are just as willing to give as they are to take. She dislikes those who try to control her, or manipulate her any way. Lying is an egregious offense, and one that is more than likely to sever any and all friendships with her for the foreseeable future. She always tries to be as honest as possible herself, even if that means hurting someone's feelings in the process.

Years of being ignored have given her a strong sense of independence, and a way of keeping herself busy that often doesn't include others. Even if she finds it much more relaxing to be around other people during study/work sessions, or just to hang out even.

Though she can be seen as calm and unfathomably patient, there is a strong current of untapped anger that runs just below the surface. A threat looming in her veins, ready to burst forth and rain hellfire down on those around her. But it does usually take a strong push to get her there. It does not however take any sort of push at all to unlock the deeply internalized passive aggression she seems to carry with her at all times. A defense mechanism that just never seems to go away, no matter how hard she tries to make it. She's always one to throw a side-eye someones way if they do something she deems strange.





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H I S T O R Y
Destined to never be the favorite, always just a step behind second best. Lenny was the black sheep. The rebellious daughter that refused to give any control of herself over to others. She was the weirdo that kept bringing snakes in from the garden and terrorizing her less than enthused family members with her love of scaly creatures. Her mother mourned the loss of a third daughter to force through the tribulations of pageantry. Only slightly making up for it in the way she would refuse to buy anything for Lenny that didn't make her look like a living dress up doll. Her interests were always on the backburner in comparison to her sisters. The normal children. The divide between them was obvious, and it only widened with age.

Resentment saw that Lenny would eventually cut down all contact with her immediate family. They had failed her time and again where acceptance and love were concerned. They did not nurture her dreams, nor did they find anything nice to say about her being the first in a long line of dropouts to be accepted into a major college. But that was okay. Lenny knew how to hide that which ailed her. She could wrap her arms around her body, and whisper to herself that she was 'proud', and she could pretend that maybe it was someone else there with her all along.

At least being away from her family for school gave Lenny a new perspective on things. She was surrounded by people who cared a lot more than her parents ever did. She gets to learn and study and grow into the career field she's been dreaming of for years and years. To live life on her terms, and her terms only. Really, college was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.



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T H EX B L E S S I N G
The blessing of Hydrokinesis allows Lenny to manipulate and move water at her will. Though it is more as if she and the water become of one mind, a mental extension that reacts to her whims. Enhanced Strength and Crocodile Armor are blessings that compliment one another, allowing a boost to both offense and defense.

T A L E N T S
- The uncanny ability to handle creatures of a creepy or crawly nature.
- Able to identify a wide variety of species, mainly reptiles.
- Skimming a book and somehow retaining its information.
- Being passive aggressive, even when she isn't trying to be.

S T R E N G T H S
- Goal oriented and focused on her tasks
- Able to set and stick to schedules, highly organized
- Able to keep busy, even when there seems to be nothing to do
- Pushing herself to expand and adapt


W E A K N E S S E S
- Can come off as bitchy, arrogant, rude, etc
- Tends to look unapproachable at first glance
- Very singularly focused (narrow sighted)
- Assuming the worst of a situation, no matter the context


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So begins...

Lenny Cordova's Story

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Before arriving in Egypt a series of choices Adam made had complicated a number of his relationships. It wouldn't have been as big of an issue if it didn't concern a few participants in their trip to Egypt. If it didn't he would've been able to delay addressing the issue until he returned. Unfortunately for him that wasn't the case.

The issue began as most issues do between couples, a fight. What was said between Adam and Sol for the two to break up? He didn't remember and maybe that was the bigger problem. The two have had issues before and had worked through them in the past. Rather than working things out again between them this time Adam had found comfort with another, Charlie.

Charlie was like a carefree pixie that fluttered into Adam's life. Things were less complicated with her, she was like a breath of fresh air. Whenever he was having issues he could escape by spending time with her. He felt wanted and grew to enjoy the feelings he had when he was with her. It started innocently enough but eventually grew into something more, something intimate.

If he had chosen to end his relationship with Sol and pursued one with Charlie maybe things would be simpler. They had just broken things off, the timing was right, but that's not what he did. While he enjoyed spending time with Charlie, Adam and Sol shared good times too. They may bicker and fight regularly but there was history between them, they knew each other better. Charlie could help him escape life while Sol helped him struggle through it.

Adam didn't want either of them out of his life, they were both important to him. It was selfish of him, he knew better but he didn't know what to do. Ignoring the situation didn't make things better, in fact it made it worst, but he didn't want to hurt either of them. Maybe he could figure out the perfect solution to their problem but he wasn't having any luck with that. He didn't want to admit it but this was probably a problem he couldn't solve.

Now he was in Egypt with both of them. His relationship with Sol was on the mend but he could still sense hostility directed from her to Charlie. Adam tried to intervene whenever he could but whenever he did it seemed to make matters worst between him and Sol. Incidents like that continued to occur between them.

One recent incident was due to Adam and Charlie sharing a room at the Lakeview Hotel. Sol was noticeably annoyed, especially after Adam didn't seem to be concerned over it. Adam thought it would be a good chance to talk to Charlie, to try and make the situation between them more bearable. He waited in the hotel room to talk to Charlie but she didn't arrive until the last minute before curfew. It was probably because Sol had chosen to spend some time with Adam in his room earlier. They shared a small greeting before she went to bed. Apparently she didn't want to talk about their situation either.

Aside from interpersonal issues their trip to Egypt had been mostly uneventful. They visited most tourist sites in the area and had become acquainted with the locals and the food. Charlie had been avoiding contact which Adam appreciated. When they talk he would rather it be in private between just the two of them, he didn't want things to escalate due to outside interference.

As the sun was setting, time to return to the hotel, Professor Price insisted on journeying further. Adam didn't particularly mind staying out later but the group had heard rumors about strange events occurring after dark. Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing to do but Adam thought there would still be enough time to back out of any strange shenanigans before they occur.

When the group stumbled on a presumably undiscovered tomb Professor Price insisted on searching it despite the protest of others in their group. Adam thought it was also a stupid idea but didn't voice his opinion, there was already enough people doing that. When Price suggested giving all of them passing grades Adam chuckled under his breath, he didn't need a handout but maybe some of the other students did. Adam didn't know and he didn't care.

Against the opinions of others Price ventured down into the tomb and disappeared from the groups sight. Adam sighed and was preparing to go back with any students that would join him until he heard the others talk. Most of them had already ventured down into the ravine but he could still see Sol by the entrance. She turned to him and asked, "Adam, go in first in case I fall."

Adam sighed, unwilling at first because he didn't want to get dragged into Price's 'exploration'. That was until he heard Ethan say to Sol, "Come on, Don't be pathetic Sol, we both know he's gonna let you be the one that gets hurt if shit goes south." There was some animosity between the two but Adam begrudgingly also saw Ethan as somewhat of an equal.

He ignored Ethan's blatant barb and looked down the ravine. Turning towards Sol he said, "Keep close, don't want to lose you in there." Before she answered Adam jumped down and slid to one of the wider and flatter areas below. Adam began to test the ground beneath him, stomping on it several times before he was happy with its stability. He looked up and spread his arms motioning for Sol to jump down and said, "It's moderately safe."

As he stood there, arms wide open, he heard people talking further in the tomb. Sol had followed soon after and the two ventured forward, seeing numerous statues in front of the tomb. Sasha, one of Sol's friends, had mentioned them, saying, "You think he’ll come to life and fall in love with me? I think I could be his sexy mistress." Adam didn't doubt that but he didn't think complimenting him would do him any favors with Sol, or with Sasha for that matter.

When they had caught up to Price and the other students who had already entered the tomb, he heard Price talk about cementing their names in history because of this discovery. This intrigued Adam slightly but in order for them to be remembered at least one of them would have to survive. Adam would rather not enter but it didn't look like he really had a choice, if he wanted to stay in the good graces of Sol. If he had to go in he would at least try to ensure the safety of those in his immediate vicinity but he wouldn't stick his neck out for everyone in their group.

Adam looked around the group and saw several people he would rather not die and others who he didn't have too much of a concern for. As some of the people followed Price, Adam turned towards Sol and said, "Last chance. I'm not fond of dying and I rather not go in there but . . . your call." Adam waited for her response as he casually played with his lighter.


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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Ethan Williams Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq
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For Nancy, the flight to Egypt had been nightmarish. She'd spent the majority of it crying in the airplane restroom, running the tap to muffle the sound of her panic-induced sobs. Hyperawareness of her environment's inescapability gripped her from lift off until touch down, and even her dreams were riddled with plane-related anxieties. Following visions of crashes and hijackings and a slow sinking into a middle-of-nowhere ocean; she would wake up gasping, and then the gasping would fail to cease. Following almost every awakening, she'd have to sneak off once again to the airplane restroom. By the time they landed in Cairo, the routine had become clockwork, only for them to disembark, and return Nancy to a state of unsureness.

But at least she was on solid ground, now, and she could reassure herself that the worst part of the trip was behind her. Until the trip home, anyway. Nancy tried not to think about it, but it loomed in the distance, like a storm cloud on the horizon, or a dark figure lingering at the edge of her periphery. Her inability to live in the moment was disappointing, but she had adapted to her wanton worrying somewhat; enough to push the presence further into the edge of her gaze. It was still there, that dread, but it looked slightly thinner now. Scrawnier. The days leading up to the flight home would feed it, but today, Nancy vowed to starve it best she could.

Not to mention, she had bigger, more immediate things to worry about. The silence in the room following the announcement of Nancy's roommate had spoken for itself, as did the stone that formed immediately in the pit of her stomach. It felt like a cruel joke, and though she wasn't used to such wickedly fateful experiences, considering her recent plane-related trauma, it felt like overkill.

Thankfully, the first night, Nancy had barely seen Sol. Going to sleep, she had wondered if perhaps Sol had opted to hide away in a friend's room rather than spend any time in close quarters. Still, she'd left a lamp lit by the door, so that Sol would be able to find her way around if she did find her way back to the room. A lamp Sol promptly had ignored, turning the overhead light on and forcing Nancy awake once more. As she listened to Sol make herself comfortable, Nancy stifled her yawn and her frustration, and instead waited in silence for her roommate to go to sleep herself. All the while, Nancy stewed in the dread of what would undoubtedly be similarly uncomfortable nights ahead.

Upon reuniting with her friends, however, her spirits had returned to her somewhat. she was not athletic in the slightest, but the ache in her legs after hours of walking was oddly pleasant for Nancy. Usually 'different' frightened her, but the distance from her parents had provided a strange sort of ease, and, geography aside, she'd never felt further from them than she did right now. The familiarity of her friends had kept her steady- and, for the time they had thus far been in Egypt, Nancy had come to the realisation that their presence wielded far more inherent comfort than the familiarity of home. As such, in their company, and for all her physical tiredness, there was a lightness to her steps, and the curious glimmer hadn't left her eyes since the class had first began their exploration.

That is, until now, when she gazed down at the cavernous expanse before them, and her intrigue turned into incredulity.

"We go in and explore, just a bit. And I'll give you all passing grades for this class, and even more so, we can take the rest of this trip easy afterwards. We just have to take a little peak inside the tombs first."

Nancy did not blame her professor for his excitement- such a thing was to be expected, even if she did not share his passion for uncovering the resting places of dead royalty. However, a frown formed on her face as Trevor continued on with his enticing offer of good grades. A bolder student might have called the man out on his manipulations, and pointed out the abuse of power- but Nancy was never one to be described as bold, and so instead, she forced her resentment flat, and turned her focus onto the reactions of her friends.

She immediately met Rahmi's gaze, and the pair exchanged looks of trepidation.

β€œWhy would he even mention the waiver’s right now? Like - I get informing us of the risk but just weird way to say it. Right?"

Nancy shrugged, "I mean, he is a weird dude. It's not exactly out of left field." She grinned in faux-enthusiasm, "And if I die here, I don't have to fly home, so..."

As Nancy watched Rahmi descend into the ravine, her concern collided with the lingering of Trevor's words: Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? Fame wasn't something Nancy had ever aspired towards, and yet, the question gripped her. Her family appeared, uninvited, in her mind. Disappointment and resentment were ingrained into their faces, and they each held their doctorate.

Nancy watched as more students began to trickle in after her eager professor, following the man into the darkness. The temple loomed, steadfast and foreboding, and Nancy stared at it, thinking of doctorates.

"You can't tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious about what's down there. It'll be like Indiana Jones or The Mummy, just watch!"

She sighed resolutely, before following Rahmi down the hillside. As she passed Yousef, she shot him a teasing smile, "I hope you know that you're the Jonathan in that scenario."

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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Ethan Williams Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq
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Tarren and Eden shared one more mutual glance at each other before they both began to make their way into the chamber's entrance. Ren almost jumped out of their skin as they felt a hand suddenly grab them by the shoulder, looking back to see Alex. Eden looked at the two and gave a small nod as he continued on ahead, "Yeah, bud?" they asked, an eyebrow quirked upward at their cousin. Alex paused for a moment, "I'm gonna hang back out here with some of the others, you go on ahead yeah?" Alex gave a small smile. Tarren simply shrugged in response, "Okay. If we all die of some ancient curse in there, my ghost is gonna come back and haunt your ass." Tarren joked, before turning back and entering the chamber of the tomb. They shone their flashlight against the walls and pillars, the inside being far larger than they would have anticipated, or expected. It seemed to be more of an outdoor courtyard, than a normal entryway of a tomb. But, they didn't know much about Egyptian culture to be completely sure.

By the time that Tarren had caught up with the others, they were more towards the middle of the group, silently walking beside Nova and a few of the others. "Wonder how long it'll take for us to get lost in here, before the professor realizes?" Ren whispered to Nova. Eden leaned towards them as a smirk spread across his face, "I give about fifteen minutes before we're all possessed by some ancient dieties or something. Or get eaten alive by giant, mutated spiders." he joked. Tarren tolled their eyes at his response, The day we get possessed, I'll hope that they'll use my body to beat your ass for jynxing it." Ren joked in return, gently pushing him.

The group collectively continued onwards, further into the entryway. Originally they were able to walk shoulder to shoulder, but the longer they walked, eventually the halls became thin enough to have to walk in single file. Professor Price and Kayden were somewhere up ahead, before another large room opened up ahead of them. There was ancient texts and images covering the stone carved walls, whatever was chisled into the old stone was barely telligble, even if someone knew how to read it. They were long since faded, and just barely able to be seen with the use of flashlighs and other means.

Tarren and a few others broke off from the main group, and so did some of the others, but staid in the same chamber they were in. As they walked along, looking at the carvings in the wall, Tarren suddenly shot out their right hand, pushing back whoever was next to them. They anchored their feet into place as they looked down at their feet, just barely a few inches to their right, the earth had long since opened up, creating what could only be described as a sinkhole in the ground. "Best to watch where your feet go, mate." Ren rattled off, their eyes glancing back to the wall. "Hey Professor?" they called out, looking up at a large mural along the large wall in the chamber they were in. Trevor turned to look away from the current wall he was looking at, clearly trying to translate whatever text was carved in, Yes, Havenfield?" he asked as he slowly made his way over, being careful of where he walked.

"What do you think is?" Tarren shone their torch against the wall. The mural along the wall was faded, but enough could be made out after a few minutes of study. Trevor's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the entirety of the wall, using the flashlights of a few students to help illuminate the full image. "Well, I'm no ancient philosopher but...My best guess? Would be some old battle that took place thousands of years ago. See-" he began, pointing at one end of the wall, "That right there, is Set. Egyptain God of Chaos and Storms. What it appears to be, is a long told story of him and the others Gods of old engaging in some ancient battle." his hands tracing the images to the other end of the stone. "And that, is Horus. God of the Sky. And of course, the others-" he gestured to all of the other drawings of Anubis, Osiris, Sobek, and many of the others and their armies led under their control. "But I don't remember reading of some battle like this. As it looks like the Gods are fighting among themselves even, not just against Set?" Eden chimed in.

Price smiled and nodded at Eden, "Very good, Mr. Montgomery. Very good observation indeed." Trevor said a bit enthusiastically. "I'll need to take some notes of this down for later...Interesting indeed. But, they were always known for their stories, and if this indeed an undiscovered tomb? Who knows what stories and battles are told within these very walls!" Trevor giggled excitedly, jotting more notes down into his notebook. Tarren and Eden exchanged a look as they shrugged their shoulders. He's officially lost his plot, the look said.

Kayden finally wiggled through the group that had formed around the others, looking up at the mural, "This is all well and good, Trevor. Really. But, We've gone further than we initially said. And even I feel like now would be a good time to turn back and head to the hotel. Get some sleep and come back tomorrow?" Trevor turned his head to look over at her, "Yes, but-", he started once more. "But I just...I got a feeling. We just go a little longer, and I just know there's something worth pressing on for." he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Kayden and some of the students are rolled their eyes and groaned in sync at the answer they were all give. "You're impossible..." Kayden huffed under her breath as she looked at him. Trevor simply shrugged, before begining to walk again, headed into another chamber as he scrawled more notes into his notepad.

Tarren exchanged a look with Kayden, and some of the others, shrugging their shoulders once "Someone's gotta get him...Mother fucker..." Tarren groaned, throwing their head back for a moment, before walking after Trevor, and into another chamber up ahead. It wasn't much longer after Tarren had walked in after Price, that there was a blood curdeling scream that rang out from their direction. Eden didn't waste anytime and ran into the next chamber to see what had happened. "What? What happened, Ren??" he questioned as he found them frozen a few steps ahead. They took a few deep breaths before turning to look at their friend, "It was the biggest fucking, mother fucking fucker fuck that I have ever seen in my life-" they started, before shuddering. A large grin formed on Eden's face, before a loud bellowing laugh escaped his lips. "You know, the bigger they are, less threatening, right?" he chuckled. "I'm serious, you asshole! It ran across my foot and everything. I fucking hate them, and you know that. I don't get how you like them so much." they said with another shudder.

"Well, like most things in life, Ren? You warm up to them over time." he said with a shrug. Tarren shot him a glare, "Only way I'd warm up to them, is if a flame thrower was involved." they bit back. Eden chuckled, and wrapped his arm around Tarren's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll stay right next to ya, so no more scary creepy crawlies scare ya."Eden teased as they continued onward, looking for their wayward professor. Who, now seemed to be nowhere in sight. They both could have sworn he was standing right there, alongside Kayden. But the moment they had looked at each other, and then back ahead of them, further in the chamber, they were gone. This wasn't good.





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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Ethan Williams Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq Character Portrait: Imani Calloway Character Portrait: Lalita Banerjee
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Sol could recognize the initial reluctance in Adam’s expression when he asked her to help her down. Admittedly it was enough to cause her hesitation, glancing back down the ravine and reconsidering following Romeo. Ethan had begun to rummage in his bag, if he was going down she supposed Romeo’s chances at least statistically improved.

"Come on," Ethan said, turning on his flashlight. "Don't be pathetic, Sol, we both know he's gonna let you be the one that gets hurt if shit goes south."

Sol’s eyes narrowed, considering reaching out and pushing Ethan into the ravine while he was crouching over - though only for a moment. She huffed with annoyance, though she wasn’t sure if it was directed towards Ethan or the reminder that she couldn’t attempt to murder him.

β€œMm, well we both know I don’t need him to protect me - so how about you keep your little comments to yourself before I lose my impulse control.” Sol tilted her head, giving Ethan an empty smile. Rahmi had stepped forward in between them, calling to Charlie down below before heading down. There were few moments that Rahmi missed to make Sol feel uncomfortable. Sol rolled her eyes, glancing back to Adam who’s initial hesitations seemed to have subsided.

"Keep close, don't want to lose you in there." Adam said to her before jumping down, a slow smile spreading across her face. It was little things - no literally just the bare minimum was enough to make her melt. She looked over to the other’s with a smug grin, realizing who all was left. She sneered at Nancy’s proximity, eyes drifting to the towering figure beside her.

Though Cass had always been the most discrete of her flings, she was less concerned about Adam learning about them than she was Ten. She locked eyes with him briefly, that familiar heat fluttering in her chest. Suddenly aware of Ten standing nearby, Sol looked over to her, noticing she was distressed. It didn’t take much to deduce the why - though Ten didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about it and Adam was already gesturing for Sol to jump down.

She moved to jump, her body tensing. It wasn’t that she didn’t know Adam would catch her, she just forgot that it took trust to take the leap. Suddenly aware of all the people gathering behind her, she slid herself down as much as possible before jumping down. He caught her easily, she expected nothing less. She let out a heavy breath of relief, smiling a bit. Others could criticize her and Adam’s relationship as much as they wanted but at least she knew what to expect from him.

Sasha had followed behind them, Sol could feel their hair tickle her shoulder as they leaned forward and joked about being a mistress to one of the pharaoh statues. Sol giggled, looking over her shoulder back at him. β€œBabe, bar too low. You’re a queen.”

"Last chance. I'm not fond of dying and I rather not go in there but . . . your call." Adam waited for her response as he casually played with his lighter. Sol rolled her eyes, reaching up to push his hair back, her fingers lingering as they trailed down his neck.

β€œDon’t worry, papi - we’re too sexy to die.” Sol gave his face a gentle pat, though her palm still made a soft smacking noise against his cheek.

She looked around for Romeo, who seemed to still be in the front of the group. Ten had ambled towards the group, Sol recognizing the look of dismay on her expression. She reached out, wrapping an arm around Ten’s narrow shoulders walking together in step for a moment. It was apparent Ten didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room and Sol wasn’t about to try to open that wound.

β€œPicture this, we miss our flight home but that’s okay because we’ve met foreign business tycoons who want to fly us to Paris. We think they're gross but we go anyways because we know they’re all talk.” Sol started, hoping to distract Ten by encouraging her to continue the hypothetical.

The further they walked into the tomb, the more obstructed the path became making it difficult for light to travel through the passage. Naturally those who had been better prepared with lights had been the first to go in, though someone in the back seemed to have turned on the flashlight on her phone. Sol wanted to save her battery for photos so she quickened her pace in an attempt to catch up with the others.

As the passage widened into a chamber, the others filled in behind her. Up ahead Ren called a warning about the floor, flashing a torch on what appeared to be a sinkhole. She could distantly make out Eden and Professor Price voices, but she was hardly interested. I mean here they where in a presumably untouched tomb and they wanted to act like they were explorers of the unknown all of a sudden.

Rolling her eyes, Sol pulled out her phone, turning on the video with flash panning the room. She was in it now, might as well play into the trope of the dumb asses foolish enough to let themselves into a sealed tomb. Turning the camera back onto herself, she adjusted her hair before leaning back into Sasha and Ten making sure to get the mural in the background.

β€œJust look cute, TenTen can cut it all in post and we’ll make cute tiktok and probably go to Egyptian prison.” Sol posed into the camera as she spoke, handing her phone off to Sasha since he had longer arms to reach out and make sure they were all in the shot. As they moved the angles around, Cassidy’s face appeared behind them in the corner of the shot.

β€œOop!” Sol said, immediately grabbing the phone from Sasha before Ten used the moment to lash out on Cassidy on film. Laughing, she grabbed ahold of Ten’s arm as if to tell her. β€˜Girl, I know.’

Still filming, Sol stepped forward beside Adam turning the camera onto them. To her dismay, he had never been the sort to indulge her much in public displays of affection - though that didn’t stop her from trying. She grabbed ahold of his chin with her free hand, manicured nails scratching at his beard as one would a pet as she kissed a trail from the corner of his lips to his ear. Others had began to move out of the chamber ahead of them, Sol turning the camera back forward as she followed.

β€œThe fuck was that?” Sol’s head snapped forward as she jumped. A muffled scream Sol recognized as Tarren’s from up ahead startled her. She turned the camera back on herself and others briefly to catch their reactions.

While every bit of her had the instinct to leave at that moment, she debated only for a few moments before curiosity drove her forward. Her gaze on the screen of her phone as they walked forward, she didn’t notice when it opened into the next chamber immediately running into a figure blocking the entrance. Small hands grabbed her arms, catching Sol before she could fall over. All she needed to see was that flash of red hair, immediately pushing Charlie off of her and stepping backwards into yet another figure.

β€œJesus fucking christ-” Sol turned to see Fletcher standing behind her, staring at her like a doe in headlights.

β€œCan you two back the fuck up?” She looked between Charlie and Fletcher, her eyes narrowed into slits.

β€œI know you have the social skills of a ferret,” Sol looked Fletcher up and down, pointing with mild disgust. β€œbut you should not be in this close proximity of someone who does not give a fuck about you.

β€œAs for you -” Sol turned back to Charlie, suddenly remembering that she was recording. β€œI would rather be curb stomped than to ever be touched by you again. Oh - and please wipe your fucking hands they’re somehow cold and clammy despite us being in the middle of a literal desert and it’s disgusting.”





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As much as Rahmi felt uneasy about their scenario, she couldn’t help but to find it exhilarating. The mural had retained it’s integrity over centuries, it was hard not to marvel at their work. She reached out to touch the drawings, hesitating before making contact. It would be criminal if this masterpiece were to be damaged not after all these years because of her curiosity.

Afraid that flash would further damage the paint, she opted out of taking any photos instead doing her best to commit the colors and shapes to memory. She listened vaguely to Eden and Professor Price’s conversation, intrigued by the story. Admittedly Rahmi didn’t know much about Egyptian gods beyond names and domains. The stories were so convoluted it was hard to keep up sometimes.

She glanced back to see if Ten had caught up, catching a glimpse of her beside Sol. Rahmi shook her head. She never really understood how or why Ten remained friends with Soledad - though she didn’t hold it against Ten. She did however hold it against Adam a little bit. Rahmi rolled her eyes as she witnessed Sol unleash an assault of kisses onto Adam while pointing the camera at them.

β€œUgh, so cringe.” Rahmi said to Charlie, laughing a little under her breath. Drifting as the other’s pushed in, she didn’t realize she lost Charlie until she heard a distant scream. Looking around, she could spot Nancy and Ten were still behind her. A flash of red movement caught her eye, Rahmi following behind Sol and the others as they headed in the same direction.

β€œCan you two back the fuck up?” Rahmi could recognize Sol’s acidic tone, pushing forward but it was already too late. Fletcher and Charlie both were already shrinking in their own shadow. She opened her mouth to speak, Soledad already turning on Fletcher before back to Charlie.

While she wanted to intervene, more than anything Rahmi wanted Charlie to put Sol in her place. She knew that probably wasn’t going to happen though so instead she elbowed Adam hard, gesturing for him to ’Control his bitch’

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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Ethan Williams Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq
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Lenny didn’t fear the dark, nor the bugs, not even the threat of certain death really got to her. There was something undeniably fun about this strange little detour. A flickering pulse of excitement running through her veins. Yet her hands shook. She tried to wipe away the sweat that had gathered across her forehead but the wetness came back anew. They were walking pretty far in, and she couldn’t stop herself from internally panicking at the tighter sections, where they could no longer walk shoulder to shoulder. What was this? Lenny didn’t scare easy - as far as she thought anyway. But had she truly ever faced anything like this before? No, this was a wild unknown.

When they reached the open chamber she let out a gasping breath, feeling the constriction of her chest loosening. She could focus now, without the strange feelings that invaded her. She found herself wishing she hadn’t tagged along. The bravado she always confidently wore was wearing thin. They were lost in some ancient tomb; possibly undiscovered, so the chances of anyone looking for them were slim to none.

She distracted herself by nearing the mural, hovering her hand carefully over the lines. She dared not touch it, in fear of harming this ancient piece of art. But she could definitely see why this would be so exciting for the professor. This was history right here, and they were seeing it for the very first time.

She’d never had much interest in myth. She preferred the type of history that was easily explainable - gods weren’t exactly in that wheelhouse for her. She’d barely been paying any attention to the others when she heard the scream. Her blood ran cold, skin crawling as she swung around. Turning away from the mural and back towards the group. She felt frozen to the spot - but her feet seemed to have other ideas as she quickly followed behind the others. She caught sight of Rahmi, pushing to stand just behind her.

She caught the tail end of Sol’s bitchfest and rolled her eyes - of all the times to do this? Really?

β€œThis feels like the start of a horror movie.”

Rahmi suppressed a laugh, her lips turning upwards into a wicked grin. Lowering her voice to make sure Sol couldn’t hear, she turned towards Lenny as she spoke. β€œHonestly love that for us, if nothing else but because who else among us would be the first to go beside the one that just threw a fit?”

β€œGod, right? I can’t imagine any monsters passing Sol up after that.” She laughed, the slight tinge of fear receding at last. She glanced at Fletcher as he approached, watching him lean against Rahmi. Lenny offered him a small smile, though she was unsure if he saw or not. β€œDon’t let her get to you okay, she’s not worth it.” She spoke up. Rahmi pat his head reassuringly, nodding her head to emphasize Lenny’s words of encouragement.

β€œAnyways,” She glanced towards the others, dropping the whisper and adopting a normal volume.

β€œWe’re probably just freaking out for nothing, I bet Kayden and the Professor just went ahead of us a bit, he was awfully excited about exploring. Shouldn't we start looking for them?” Before they get even further…

β€œHonestly?” Rahmi looked around warily, β€œI don’t really think poking around for them will do any good. Maybe we should just head back and hope they do the same?” Lenny considered this for a moment. They could definitely do that, rather than risking their lives going further in.

β€œYeah,” Lenny rubbed the back of her neck, β€œMaybe we should try and call for help?” If they called for help would anyone even be able to do so? Even explaining where they were and how they got there seemed like an impossible task. Plus, if her cell service was shitty out here she doubted she was the only one.

Rahmi pulled out her phone. Her battery was low, she’d brought an additional battery but she wasn’t getting any service. Looking back to the others who seemed to all be gathering in the next chamber, she looked over to Lenny with a grimace. As the two who had been in their dorm the longest out of most of the others, they’d often default into the role of problem solvers - but there didn’t seem to be many smart ways out beyond don’t go in the sealed tomb in the first place.

β€œI dunno, let’s see what these idiots are saying before we lose any more of them though.” Rahmi wrapped an arm around Fletch’s shoulders, giving him a squeeze to keep him close. β€œWhat if we make them all hold hands, maybe then we can all learn to play nice - huh?”

β€œOof, good luck, we’d probably have an easier time using handcuffs.” Lenny found that visual particularly hilarious, grinning suddenly. Rahmi was right though, they needed to catch up with the group before they all wound up MIA or worse. She motioned ahead of herself, as if to say lets get this show on the road. And hope to whatever god is out there we don't all wind up dead.

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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq
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hex code: ffc58d
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theme: stars are blind


Nancy did not feel rage often. Even when anger struck her, she had mastered the art of silence; she suffocated the flame in her own complacency. Her inability to act prompted even more resentment towards herself, but it was in good company, and every time such an event occurred, she merely tucked away among all the other objects of self-criticism that stood stacked in her mind. Another source of frustration for her to chide herself for later.

Such was the occasion now, as Sol bludgeoned Fletcher with unwarranted cruelty. Nancy had built up quite a resistance to the woman's verbal brutalities, but she could not say the same for her friend. More so, Fletcher had never done anything to hurt Sol, and, as Nancy had peered through the dark, even the collision was Sol's own fault.

β€œI know you have the social skills of a ferret, but you should not be in this close proximity of someone who does not give a fuck about you.”

She wanted to bite back, to return the gesture, but instead, as always, she retreated into herself. Her lips parted as if to speak, but any words she had to share died before leaving her tongue. A coward, until the end.

She felt Romeo brush past her in the dark, and for a moment, she hoped that he might have the courage that she did not. Of course, he was a friend of Sol's, but he was no stranger to kindness, nor to boldness. Nancy watched as he approached Fletcher, and, with his words, her hope sank, stonelike, in her chest.

"Come on, we’re in a dark scary tomb. There really is no need to push, give the lady some space, will you?”

She was shocked by the rage that bubbled again in her chest. It seared her, acidic and internal, like indigestion. It felt hypocritical, but for whatever reason, Romeo's words were especially frustrating. That shift of blame, that complicity to cruelty... it felt familiar, and reminded her of home in a way she did not ever want Romeo to do so.

And then there was Adam. She is a much better person than she outwardly conveys. Nancy had never understood that logic, and yet it was employed so often that sometimes she wondered if she was just as ignorant as her family insisted. What did it matter, how much 'better' Sol was deep down, if what was on the surface was so dedicated to hurting?

She breathed, tempering the burning. She had been too slow once more, and there was no point, and no chance, of her saying anything now. This memory would fit in nicely among her aforementioned collections of regret.

Navigating her way through the dark, she inserted herself between Fletcher and Charlie, reaching over to squeeze their hands reassuringly. "Are you guys okay?"

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Host of Anubis | Song | outfit | #575772
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Oh and she hits like ecstasy
Comes up and bangs the sense out of me
It's wrong but surely worse to leave
She hits like ecstasy
So free up the cheaper seats
Here comes a Greek tragedy
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By the time that most of the others entered the chamber that Tarren and Eden were in, they had been mostly calmed down. It was only when Nova asked where the professor and Kayden were, that they turned to look at the others. Tarren honestly didn't have an answer to that question. Ren had been so close behind them and had even seen them seconds prior before being scared by that damn scorpion. But right before that happened, they remembered seeing both Kayden and Trevor looking at a wall further down the chamber. Which, had caught their attention as odd.

The moment that Tarren heard Sol start going off on the others, they were going to shut her down, this really wasn't the time for one of her damned outbursts. But Eden grabbed Ren by the arm, stopping them as Ren was given a knowing look by their friend. Looking off to see Adam trying to deesculate the situation. Which, was honestly impressive enough for the guy, all things considered. Instead, Tarren reached down and grabbed the flashlight from the ground that they had dropped, and walked over towards the wall that Trevor and Kayden had been looking at.

Some old text was engraved into the stone, right above it was a large portrait of Anubis, God of Death and Embalming. From what Tarren remembered, he was also the son of Set and Nephthys, and brother of Osiris. At least, in some versions of the mythos anyway. Ren at least knew that for every Egyptian mythos, there were at least five other versions that were different. Their eyes trailed over the wall and text, trying to get some idea of what it all meant, when another figure was engraved into the wall. "Any idea what this one is, History Boy?" they teased, looking to their side to see Eden.

There was a brief pause before he replied. Apparently it was Serqet, Goddess of Scorpions. Tarren chuckled a bit before looking up at Eden, "Sounds like your kinda lady." Ren jabbed Eden in the shoulder, before they continued walking again, their fingers gliding over the wall as their eyes examined further. But the further they looked, and more of the ancient texts, the more it left Ren confused. Not because they couldn't comprehend what was being told, but because there was no possible or physical way for Kayden and Trevor to have left. This chamber was a bit smaller than the previous two they had been through. It was wider sure, but it came to an end at a large wall. There wasn't any hidden doors or drop offs. There wasn't any crevice or anything for them to have passed through when the group got distracted. So...Where the hell did they go?

It was only then that Tarren noticed it, a low, soft-pitched ringing sound. It started innocently enough in their right ear, before it slowly started in their left ear as well. Ren initially thought that it was due to them simply being tired and having been out all day long but, this wasn't the normal ringing people could hear. It just...Didn't feel natural. Ren pinched the bridge of their nose, hoping to ease the tension and pressure building in their head, and even attempted to turn around to ask the others if anyone else was feeling off, but they were all doing the same thing. Looking slightly disointated and confused, pinching the bridge of their nose or rubbing their temples. Anything to help relieve the pressure. And that was when it finally happened. Tarren felt fine one moment, and then the next they were light-headed, and unconciousness swept over them as everything went dark and then silent.

Tarren didn't know how long it had been, but they finally found themself stirring from their sleep, or whatever it was that overtook them. Their head was just as fuzzy as it was when they had fainted, or, whatever it was that happened. But the more they looked around as they sat up, their head began to clear once more. The ringing finally coming to an end about a minute after Ren had woken up. After blinking a few times, they realized that they could see without the need of a torch. Looking about whatever kind of room they were in, there was a small crevice in the corner of the wall, allowing light to filter in. At first, that brought some relief to Tarren, but after they thought about it, panic and anxiety began to fill them. Why was there sunlight already coming through? Had they passed out and spent the entire night in the tomb? But surely someone would have come to wake them up and check on them, right?

And that's when it hit them. Ren slowly looked around the room they were in. This was an entirely different chamber than the one they were in the last time. This one was much smaller, but it still retained the same style of engravings and imagery across the walls. Tarren looked around and found their backpack only a few feet away, and immediately scrambled over to get it, looking through it to make sure everything was still there. Thank god, everything was still there. Even their torch. Which, was odd to say the very least. Another thing finally came to mind, were they alone? Tarren looked around more, finally taking in their surroundings fully. The chamber was entirely empty, aside from the four walls and roughly twenty feet in total in this chamber. And...another form was lying on the ground.

It took Tarren a few moments to realize who it was. Soledad De Leon. Of course it would be her. Out of all people, it was her. Why wouldn't fate or whatever it was, be so cruel. A look of worry flashed across Tarren's face for a moment as Sol was still unmoving. But sighed, as they could hear breathing that wasn't their own, and made their way over to the woman, who seemed to be finally coming to as she stirred awake. Tarren stayed back a few feet from her, crouching down in a none threatening manner, both hands raised up slightly infront of them, "Okay look, before you accuse me of anything, I didn't do any of this. I just woke up less than two minutes ago and...I have no idea what happened." Tarren started, looking around the room a bit before looking back at Sol, "I don't know what's going on but...Looks like we're both stuck together....And I'm not any happier about it than you are...But I suppose things could always be worse." Tarren said as they got to their feet.

Finally retrieving the torch from their backpack, and flicked the light on to help get a better view of their surroundings. After a few minutes of silently examining the chamber they were in, their suspicions had been confirmed. There was no entry or exit way from where they currently were and there seemed of being no sign of anyone else around, or even a trace of anyone else having been there. Tarren finally looked back at Sol, eyeing her over once to make sure she was truly okay, at least physically. "...You doing okay?" their tone was sincere with the way they asked, even to the point of where genuine concern could be seen on their face and in their eyes. No matter how seemingly cold and outwardly unfriendly Tarren was to most people, they were above all, someone who wanted to make sure others were okay. Even if things weren't always perfect between them, and if they always bickered and argued, Tarren wasn't above showing some concern for her. Especially in a situation like this.





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Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Nova Morrison Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Eden Montgomery Character Portrait: Sasha Floyd Character Portrait: Ethan Williams Character Portrait: Cassidy Cooper Character Portrait: Lenny Cordova Character Portrait: Fletcher Stone Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Rahmi Farooq
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Nancy's words cut deep, so much so that Yousof had to stop himself from clutching his chest in pain. It hurt only marginally less than if she'd called him Jake Johnson.

β€œAye! I’ll have you know Jonathan saved them in the end!” he shouted after, though she’d long passed him.

He puffed his cheeks for a second before letting out a breath and walking ahead. Most of the group followed after their professor with Tarren and Eden leading the charge. Cassidy and Romeo followed after, soon caught up by Ethan, Ten, Nova, and the 'it' couple of Lindenwood University. The others trailed behind, seemingly apprehensive of what lay ahead of them.

He didn't blame them either. Not everyone had the adventurer's spirit stupidity.

Yousof ran his fingers over the images carved into the walls, stopping short of a long-haired woman with bare feet, long arms, and well, a frog’s head. Heqet, goddess of fertility. Along with Sobek, she represented fertility but unlike Sobek, she was a frog which was an infinitely funnier and more memorable animal. Not that Lenny would agree considering she had equal love for all creatures unconventionally cute.

It seemed that they had a deity for everything in ancient Egypt. Time had eroded the hieroglyphs so other than the vague etchings of another, nobody would know what they meant. Still, he snapped a picture of the carvings before reverting back to flashlight mode. The path had neither lighting nor railing. There were no directional signs nor benches for weary tourists. Instead it narrowed with every turn. The air reeked of must and decay, affirming the lack of human interference and thus, possibility that something unknown resided in the tomb.

Maybe they would uncover lost treasure or a pharaoh's remains. Were ancient gods on the table? The each of them could be something found on the walls or a deity of their own choosing. Hm, the only hitch might be that somebody already did that with the Greek gods. In his younger years he'd taken to assigning different roles to his friends whether they were Harry Potter houses, game characters, or superheroes. Fitting everyone into neat, little categories comforted him as a teenager and amused him in college.

Fletch could be Bastet, Lenny could be Sobek (obviously), Rahmi could be Isis, and I could be-

"Oh shit." Yousof managed to stop himself before becoming the second domino to Sol's wrath, but not before scraping against the wall beside him.

Her words were brief, but venomous enough to leave him astonished. There was a novel cruelty in her verbal lashings, a creativity not seen outside of online circles. The empathetic side of him wanted to comfort Fletcher (as good friends do), but the sudden ringing in his ear forced him stop and clutch the side of his head. Above him, Horus's eyes seemed to follow his movements, a ghost of a bird filling his mind before he blacked out.

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The moment he regained consciousness, he glanced around, one-quarter aching but three-quarters panicked.

Oh god, oh fuck. Oh god, oh fuck.

What if this was it? Was this how things would end? Lost and broken? Furiously grasping at the ground, he crawled around the stone floor for what felt like hours (thirty seconds) before finally breathing a sigh of relief as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Good his phone was still in working order.

Bringing up the light on his phone, Yousof began surveying the chamber. They were definitely still in a tomb, but where in the tomb was the question. Much like the path over here, the room lacked any lights, directional signs, or tour guides. Instead he saw dried vines, sandy floors, stone walls.

"Oh, hey Ethan," he let out a weak wave as he saw the other man slowly waking up. "Good to see you alive."

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It’s not like Sol expected anyone to come to her defense, she neither needed nor warranted their help. She was used to other’s apologizing for her or trying to defuse her like she was some ticking time bomb. Romeo usually could handle her expertly but it seemed like he was letting others take the lead so he could LARP as some adventurer. Sasha just attempted to placate her, only annoying Sol further. She opened her mouth to speak when Adam pulled her in, Sol immediately melting against him.

"I understand you're upset but I do not think right now, in this fucking tomb, is the right time to start or address previous shit." Her lower lip jut out in a pout, mostly annoyed that he had a point. Before she could think of a response he pressed a finger against her lips. "You've said more than enough already and you are beginning to try my patience."

A complicated knot began to develop in her chest. How could disappointment be so cutting? The worst part was it only made her want him more. He released her, frustration evident on his expression as he added over his shoulder a gruff, "We will talk later.”

Sol looked over to Ten with a pained expression, β€œDo you think I have to psychoanalyze why that just turned me on? Or can we both just agree that it was hot?”

As much as she hated to admit it, Soledad responded better to a firm hand. Too often people would try to pacify her, or manipulate her. Sometimes she played along, she liked people thinking she was dumber than she really was - made it easier to catch them when she needed to. With Adam however, things were always so straightforward. In his own way he did make her a better person, though it was usually one step forward two steps back. Any calm Adam might have managed to sow was engulfed in a fiery rage as he closed the distance between him and Charlie.

Sol felt her stomach lurch as he leaned in towards her. A shadow passed over her face. What always hurt the most wasn’t Adam’s complete ability to do the thing that would make her the most insecure she could possibly be . No, what hurt the most was the reminder that no matter what Adam never thought about Sol before he would do the very thing that would hurt her. Her emotions were always an afterthought.

She bit her lip in thought, looking around at the others hoping no one had noticed the shift in her demeanor. Ethan quirked an eyebrow her way as he walked past. It was the only glance of concern cast her way and all she could do was roll her eyes, uncomfortable with admitting anything but infallible confidence.

β€œI’m so over this,” She mumbled to herself, turning back towards the mural room.

If she wanted to be everyone’s villain, she’d have just gone home. Romeo was more interested in being on some National Geographic shit, and Sasha ran off the moment they heard Ren’s little squeal. Besides if she left without warning maybe she could worry them a little bit into thinking she’d gotten lost or died - that would hopefully teach them to leave her by herself.

Turning back to push past the others, she couldn’t see much - but Cassidy was hard to miss. She paused as she moved past him, suggestively brushing against him just enough that it’d appear to be an accident to someone else. Apparently Adam wasn’t ever going to sever his old ties. They were on a break then, they were on a break now. There was nothing stopping him, so why should anything stop her?

β€œMy bad,” She said as she bumped her hip against Cassidy, her smirk making it apparent it was not an accident. Adjusting herself so that Cass’s large frame blocked her from the others, she twirled a strand of her hair flirtatiously.

β€œSorry we haven’t talked,” Sol bit her bottom lip. β€œThings are . . . complicated.”

Cassidy already knew the details, it was the same circumstances they’d been repeating since her freshman year - though Ten did exacerbate the tension. She wasn’t sure why they never moved past late night link ups. He should have been the perfect guy but he was always someone she came back to between who she thought was the real deal - Adam. Cassidy was smart, sexy and emotionally available. If she was being honest that was probably exactly what kept her away. He was safe, and Soledad rarely played it safe.

β€œDo you want to maybe sneak out together tomorrow? Make a day of it?” She said with a wink, discretely tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

β€˜Snap me’ She mouthed silently before turning back towards the mural room. Now that the room was empty, it seemed much larger. Using the flash of her phone, she carefully walked back through the room. A rock skittered in the corner, Sol turning to look but instead her light falling on the design of a hideous creature. She tilted her head to the side, stepping in a bit closer. It was obvious it had been designed to be something that stoke fear when you looked at it, but she somehow found it comforting.

When she stepped forward, a ringing began in her ear. At first she ignored it, but the ringing only got louder until she keeled over everything going black.

It was unclear how much time had passed when she began to stir again, her eyes adjusting. Bleary eyed, she pushed herself upright blinking rapidly trying to take in her surroundings all at once. Crouching just a few feet away Tarren was approaching her. Her lips were moving but Sol was still out of it, their words just background noise.

β€œWhat are you doing?” Sol mumbled, more out of confusion as to why Tarren was crouching than anything else. One hand went to her head as she tried to shake herself awake. Ren had pulled out her torch bathing them in the fire light.

"...You doing okay?" Tarren asked her, Sol nodded as she pushed herself upright and finally taking a look at their surroundings. There didn’t seem to be anyone else, none of this looked familiar. She closed her eyes massaging her temples, trying to recall her last lucid moments.

All she could remember was the illustration of that strange being, walking towards it then - nothing. She looked around again, there was no sign of the mural anywhere though there were new markings on the wall. Tarren had been way ahead at the front of the group - how was it that they were the ones stuck here together?

β€œHello?” Sol called out to anyone else that might be nearby, listening for a moment before looking back at Tarren with concern. β€œWhat do you remember last?”